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roanniom · 2 years

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i doubt it helps, but i also think eddie is the type to try to be respectful at a family holiday party but ultimately end up wanting to fuck you in a guest room or finger you in a closet at the very least 🫠

Hahahahaha this made it so much worse in the best possible way, I love you anon.

Bad for the Holidays

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Note: I wrote most of this in my childhood bedroom while visiting home for thanksgiving. So this got very real, guys Lmao

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY!, teasing, dirty talk, pet names (Princess, bad girl, baby girl), alcohol consumption, oral sex (m receiving), PIV sex / unprotected sex, hand job, cum eating, semi public sex? (Your family is in the same house at the time)

Eddie Munson never thought he’d find himself at a holiday party straight out of a fucking Norman Rockwell painting, but then again he’d never thought he’d meet someone like you. Someone funny and kind and intelligent while simultaneously cool as hell and hot as hell. You’re everything he’d never let himself hope for, and he’s nothing like what he believes you deserve. Not that you listen to him when he voices his fears over not being good enough for you.

“Stop fidgeting, Eddie. This isn’t a big deal,” you whisper to him as the two of you stand on your door step. You pry open his tense fist to hold his hand in yours and he takes a deep breath, looking down at your smile. “They’re gonna love you.”

“Yeah but what if…what if they don’t?” Eddie mumbles. His brow is furrowed and his lips pout and all you want to do is kiss his frown away. But you know there’s no time for that. So you shake your head and squeeze his hand.

“I love you, so that’s all that matters,” you reassure him. “But this conversation is silly because they’re gonna love you.”

And you’re right. Of course. How could people not love Eddie? Especially people who loved you and who wanted to see you happy. And Eddie makes you the happiest you’ve ever been, and that just radiates off you when you walk into the room, proud to show off your boyfriend.

Eddie’s rough around the edges when you first meet him, sure. But he’s gone to great lengths to appear even more presentable than usual tonight, wearing a clean black button down and black jeans that don’t even have any holes in the knees. Before long, and exactly as you knew would happen, Eddie’s regaling your extended family with stories about his friends back in Hawkins and about life on tour as an up snd coming musician.

It’s pretty late by the time things start winding down. The dinner’s long done, your parents have gone to sleep and most of the older family members have puttered off with leftovers in tow. That’s just left you and Eddie with the crowd closer to your age - and amalgamation of cousins and friends of the family in their early to mid twenties. You all play a few rounds of board games and a few glasses of wine deep, Eddie starts looking way more appetizing than the holiday dinner.

You stare at him over your wine glass as one of your cousins prattle’s on about some drama going on at her job. But you can barely hear her because you’re watching Eddie pal around with Josh, your neighbor who you’d crushed on growing up. Next to Eddie, neighbor boy is absolutely nothing, an observation you make silently and with pride. Your boyfriend has an easy air to him, lounging back against the couch as he speaks, legs spread wide and casual. He looks completely at ease, comfortable in his spread out position. If you weren’t still in front of family you’d walk right over there and straddle him there and then. You lick your lips and silently hate him for the way he’s done absolutely nothing and yet has fully managed to get you salivating from afar. It’s unfair.

You couldn’t possibly know, however, just how much you’ve been driving him crazy all night. Bending over to pick things up in your tight little party dress. Munching on appetizers behind your red lips, licking your fingers clean of any crumbs or sauce. Pushing up against him when the two of you passed through narrow hallways and through crowded parts of the house.

He’s been working so hard not to pop an erection in this, the most inappropriate of venues, that he’s spent the last half hour practically avoiding you. When he looks up from his conversation with your boring neighbor, however, just to find you fucking him with your eyes from across the room, he thinks he’s going to combust.

You notice him frown when you finally catch his eye, but you don’t care enough to wonder what’s bothering him. Instead you wink at him - making his jaw drop - before raising your arms in a theatrical stretch with a matching dramatic yawn.

“God, I’m beat. Got a long drive home tomorrow,” you say to nobody in particular. Friends and family try to protest but you jump up and haul Eddie along after you, dragging him out the door.

When you finally make it to your childhood bedroom, you push Eddie towards the bed and lock the door all in one swift motion. You’ve kicked off your shoes and you’re reaching for the zipper of your dress before Eddie’s grabbing at your hips to stop you.

“What in the world are you doing?” he asks through gritted teeth, panic in his eyes. He’s sitting on your bed with you standing in front of him, his hands holding your wrists motionless to halt your effort to disrobe.

“I…I’m trying to get naked. And you should be doing the same,” you reply. Confused by the question in the first place. Eddie gazes up at you with. Wide eyes.

“But your family is like…right outside.”

“So?” you ask, now genuinely confused.

“And you’re tryna…you want to…”

“Fuck. I wanna fuck you. What’s the problem?” You let out an incredulous laugh. His grip loosens on your wrists so you circle your arms around his neck, massaging his shoulders. He seems to grapple for words so you continue to speak. “I don’t get it. You fuck me with my roommates in the next room all the time!”

“First of all, Nancy and Robin have made us listen to them having sex all the time and you know it,” he huffs immediately, but then returns to looking stressed. “And I’m friend with them. I don’t need to impress them…”

Your heart flips at the sentiment but you shake your head.

“You don’t need to impress anyone here either,” you argue, but Eddie’s having none of it. He springs to his feet in front of you, gripping your waist to pull you against him.

“That’s not fucking true and you know it, Princess.” He runs an aggravated hand through his curly hair. “I’m a freak. Your family wants - at least they should want - someone better for you than—,”

“Shut up. Shut up shut up,” you hiss, smacking his chest lightly with your open palm. “Nobody here knows your reputation from Hawkins, and even if they did, it wouldn’t matter because I’m fucking head over heels for you. You got that?”

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie says weakly, the ghost of a smile starting to curl at the corners of his mouth at how worked up you got all of us sudden.

“Now,” you say definitively, taking a step back to put your hands on your hips and take a deep breath. “I had three glasses of wine and I’m feeling…” you cast about for the right word and not being able to remember the word ‘horny’ you say the next best thing you can think of “…frisky. So you’re going to shut up and fuck me, snd you’re going to like it. Understand.”

Eddie looks dumbfounded, gazing at you with a mix of adoration, awe, and humor. He nods emphatically and you take another shuddering breath.

“Ok good. Help me take my clothes off.”

You expect him to crowd you. To throw you on the bed and rip off your dress and be on you so fast you barely see him coming.

Instead he walks over to you slowly, his eyes dark and lips pulled into a small smile. He steps around you to find the zipper you’d struggle with, lips finding the back of your neck as he pushes the zip all the way down to the curve of your lower back. He kisses his way over your shoulder as he pushes the fabric down and off your body. You shiver under his lips and the cool air you’re now exposed to. His hands find the front clasp of your bra - after making a pitstop to squeeze your breasts - and soon your bra joins your dress on the floor.

Eddie mouths at the side of your throat now as his hands grope every square inch he can reach, the bulge in his jeans pressing into your ass through the thin fabric of your panties.

It’s Heaven. Or close. The only thing is that it is noticeably, deafeningly quiet.

“W-why - oh. Why aren’t you saying anything?” you mumble out. Eddie chuckles against your skin and hips at your ear lobe.

“Told me to shut up,” he whispers. His hand slides forward to cup your mound and you swallow a moan.

“Oh so now you listen to what I tell you,” you bristle. Eddie’s chuckle vibrates through you again and you grind back against him intentionally. You grab his hand and shove it into your panties, no longer satisfied being touched through the fabric.

“I forgot. My baby’s feeling…frisky.” His voice is low and rich with amusement and sensuality. You huff but don’t protest because his big, thick fingers are finally where you wanted them all night. Swirling through your slick, his middle finger prodding at your entrance but not yet pushing in.

You try to step forward to urge him toward the bed, but Eddie pushes you to the side, his free hand coming to brace up against the wall in front of you.

“Not so fast. That bed is squeaky as hell,” he mutters between kisses to your shoulder.

“Well yeah. It’s almost as old as me,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, and you squeak under me all the time too, Princess.” You go to roll your eyes again at his cocky tone but the quickly roll back into your head as he shoves not one but two fingers into your tight heat. You let out a high pitched squeal that you do your best to smother with your hand and he laughs. “See? What did I tell you?”

You don’t say anything at first because you’re so lost in the feeling of finally getting what you want. Eddie leans his weight against you as he picks up momentum with his hand, and you find your front getting pressed up against the wall.

“Needed you aaaaaall fucking day, Princess. You’re absolutely infuriating,” Eddie says raggedly into the back of your neck. His fingers hook up and you gasp at the added pleasure.

“How am I - oh god. In…infuriating?” you barely manage to ask in response.

“Tried to be on my best behavior. But you had to prance around looking like a fucking wet dream, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t do anything…” you try to argue, but Eddie snaps the waistband of your panties, stretched out as they are from his fingering, and you flinch.

“Oh yeah? Then why did I know the color of your panties by the time we started dinner?”

He’s right of course. You’d been intentionally finding reasons to bend over in front of him, or cross and uncross your legs in front of him - anything to draw his attention between your thighs. As if his attention was ever anywhere else to begin with.

“Wanted to make me slip up, huh? Wanted me to drag you into the bathroom in the middle of dinner and fuck your brains out?”

“Yes!” you gasp, though you’re less sure that you’re affirming his statement and more sure that your orgasm is fast approaching. “Oh fuck, Eddie.”

“Bend over,” he says suddenly. His voice is more demanding than usual and a thrill runs up your spine. He steps back and gives you room, which you use to shuffle a bit to the side and lean over, bracing your palms against the seat of an old wicker chair you’ve had in your room since elementary school. With your ass up, you half worry that Eddie will forget where you are and spank you loudly, but he seems to remember and opts to grope you instead. He slides your panties to your ankles and you step out of them, widening your stance in a way that has him humming appreciatively behind you.

You steal a glance over your shoulder to confirm the suspicion that he is, in fact, fisting his hard cock, staring at your ready pussy and lining himself up.

“You play the good girl so well, but you’re just a bad girl for me, isn’t that right Princess?” Eddie asks as he pushes the tip of his cock in a circle around your aching entrance. You whine at the fact that he’s not yet inside you, trying to push back to make him slide in. Eddie laughs and grips you by your hips, hauling them higher and making your knees shake. “Look at you. Not even listening because you want my cock that bad.”

You toss a glare over your shoulder at him.

“Eddie if you don’t get inside me right - fuck!” You hiss through your teeth when he slides all the way into you at once. One hand slides down the small of your back, up your spine, to grip solidly at the back of your neck as he wastes absolutely no time getting a good pace going.

The slap of skin on skin ringing out in your small childhood bedroom is absolutely obscene, as are the whimpers that spill out of you despite your best efforts.

“Eddie…so fucking - oh!”

You’re trying to tell him how good he’s making you feel, but you’re sure he’s able to gather that from the way you’re completely unable to finish your statement. Eddie’s chuckle vibrates into your body and you reach back one hand to clutch at his where it holds you at your hip.

“Feels good, baby? Hm?” he asks, almost mockingly but you can’t muster enough energy to reply in any way aside from genuine.

“Feels so good, Eds,” you whimper. Despite his teasing, the way you’re scrabbling to make contact with him tugs at his heartstrings. He lifts his hand up from your hip enough to grab your reaching one.

“Christ, even when you’re a bad girl, you’re still so fucking sweet,” he mumbles, leaning down over you to press bruising kisses to your back and shoulders. You pant beneath him and relish in the additional contact.

“Eddie…mmm Eddie. So full.”

“Fuck. You can’t say shit like that when you haven’t cum yet, princess. I’m only fucking human, I’m gonna fucking blow.”

“Good! Give it to me,” you whine out, and Eddie pretty much loses it.

“Ok, come here my lil greedy baby,” Eddie says gruffly, though not without humor. He pulls out of you - and he has to shush you when you whine in protest - before hauling you around so that he’s sitting on your wicker chair and sliding you into his lap.

“Fucking yes. Oh my god yes.” You’re practically crying now as Eddie gets straight to bouncing you up and down on his cock. You cling to him, your fingers tightening in his wild curly hair as you breathe heavily and gaze at him with unfocused eyes.

“You’re just a horny little mess, aren’t you?” Eddie chuckles darkly. You nod and grip at his shoulders so the leverage let’s you help him move you up and down on his lap. Eddie kisses at the hollow at the base of your throat before looking back into your hazy eyes. “Hey. You with me?” He lightly taps your cheek with his palm when you don’t respond, so far gone in pleasure.

“Y-yeah?” you hiccup. Since you’re bouncing enough on your own shaking thighs, Eddie’s able to slide a free hand from the meat of your hips down to start playing at your clit. So you’re even farther gone now.

“Did you bring any turtlenecks in that little suitcase of yours?” Eddie asks you and your brow knits on what he finds to be a cute little scrunch as you struggle to comprehend the question.

“Yeah I brought one—oh my fucking god…”

Before you’d even finished answering his question, Eddie’s sucking and nipping at the skin of your throat. An action he knows can send you over the edge.

And it does.

You cum in a burst of pleasure that has you rocking against Eddie desperately, clinging to him as you do your best to keep him inside you at the deepest point for as long as possible.

Eddie, to his credit, let’s you do what you want with him. He holds your face in his hands and presses your foreheads together, nodding at your quiet moans.

“There it is. That’s what you wanted, sweet girl? That’s it.”

He’s patient as you come down from your high, but it’s his dick that twitches expectantly inside you which reminds you he still has to cum.

You do your best to start bouncing again, but your legs are shaky. Eddie laughs and stills you, his big hands on your waist, and you grumble.

“Shhh don’t worry about that. It’s good enough just hold you,” he reassures you. You look at him with bleary, pleasure soaked eyes.

“No. You need to cum, too,” you insist. Eddie shrugs, clearly content.

“Having my dick deep inside you is enough of a win, Princess,” he says with a chuckle.

But you’re having none of it. You struggle to your feet and then slide down to the floor in front of him to settle down on your knees. Eddie’s eye go wide and you grip his wet cock, fisting up and down on his lap.

“In high school I wouldn’t even listen to songs with dirty lyrics. Now my boyfriend’s dick is out while he sits on my reading chair in my childhood bedroom,” you observe irreverently with a laugh. Eddie joins in, though his laugh is more strained the longer you jerk him off.

“That’s what I was saying. Everyone thinks you’re so innocent. And yet here you are - just got your brains fucked out and now you’re on your knees for me.”

As if to punctuate and prove his statement, you lean forward and swallow him whole, your cheeks hollowing to create a tantalizing amount of suction,

“Oh mother of - fuck!” Eddie whispers harshly. You bob up and down on his cock without preamble. You could tell how close he was from the near steady stream of pre-cum that leaked from his tip.

Your hands knead into his thighs as you take him deeper and deeper, being careful not to gag too loudly when his spongey head hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck, Princess. That’s…oh god that’s…”

He’s rendered even more speechless when you grab his hand and place it on the back of your head, pressing down to indicate that you’d like him to control your movements. Something you’d never done with previous lovers. Only Eddie.

Eddie curses under his breath and blinks rapidly before doing as you’ve asked him to do - guiding you up and down on his cock by his grip on the back of your head. His cock pushes deep into your throat and Eddie’s eyes roll back into his skull.

“Jesus H. Christ you’re such a bad girl, letting me do this right now. Such a bad fucking girl.” He’s rambling at this point and you love it. You snake a hand between your thighs and begin playing with your clit as he fucks your throat. Overwhelmed by the feeling of him using you and the nature of his words.

When he lets you pull back to finally breath, you choke and sputter before speaking up, voice wrecked.

“Like being a bad girl for you, Eds,” you moan against his balls, jerking his spit and slick soaked cock with your hand. Eddie’s sure he won’t survive this and closes his eyes against the intense pleasure conjured up by the image of you before him.

“God, you get so messy for me, Princess. You know I love that.” You nod frantically and that’s when he notices your other hand has disappeared between your legs, touching yourself. He bites his lip to smother his groan. “Were you really touching yourself while choking on my dick, baby?”

You nod again with wide, doe eyes.

“I wanna cum again,” you say simply, brow knitting together from the way you toy with your clit feverishly. “But I want you to cum, too.”

“Baby girl, you keep looking at me and touching me like that, I’m gonna cum any second.”

Your breath speeds up and so does your finger on your clit. Your fist moves faster up and down his cock and you know he’s close, so you scootch up even closer between his spread thighs.

“Where d’you wanna cum, Eddie?” you ask. “My face? My tongue? My tits?” You model each option for him, turning your head to offer your cheek, sticking out your tongue, and shimmying your naked chest to make your breasts bounce.

“Oh shit oh shit…” Is all Eddie can say as his eyes zero in on your tits. His abdomen seizes and you deliver a handful more expert tugs, angling his cock towards your chest just in time. His white cum paints your tits just as your own second orgasm takes over, making your spasm a bit and concave into yourself.

It’s another minute or two before either of you move, your hand finally stilling and letting go of his softening cock. Eddie slumps back against the chair and rubs his eyes harshly with the heels of his hands before gazing back down at your messy figure.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Princess…” he mutters low. You simply grin at him, gathering the cum on your tits and placing it in your mouth with a happy hum.

“Thanks for my present, Eddie,” you say in a lilting voice and Eddie rolls his eyes at you, reaching down to haul you up off the floor and into his lap.

“If anyone in your family heard that and decides they don’t like me because someone couldn’t keep it in her pants…” he grumbles the threat half heartedly, contradicting his own tone by kissing your throat. Right on the fresh bruise that you will definitely need to cover with a turtleneck tomorrow. You giggle and cling to him.

“Nobody heard it. And besides, isn’t keeping me happy the most important thing?” you ask cheekily. Eddie laughs, a little closer to full volume this time, and crushes you to his chest.

“You happy, Princess?” he asks a beat later. Despite the volume of his laugh, the question comes out quieter. As if he’s not 100% certain what your answer will be. You pull back and take his face in your hands so you can imbue your response with all the strength you can muster after being fucked so good.

“I’m absurdly happy, Eddie Munson. And you better be, too, because I don’t plan on giving this up any time soon.”

He kisses you stupid in response, finally deciding the squeaky bed will have to do and hauling you over to start getting ready for sleep.

~*~

The next morning over coffee, eggs, and toast you get to witness yet again just how much your boyfriend has charmed your family and friends. They hang on his every word, laugh at his jokes, and ask him questions. And you know they aren��t just being nice, because they’ve never been this nice to any guy you’ve brought home before.

Watching Eddie regale some of your cousins with a particularly silly story from his latest small town tour, the sun hits him just right as it filters through the kitchen window. He’s back lit, haloing his hair and making him look particularly handsome. Your heart swells and you can’t take the yearning adoration that fills you to the brim.

To offset the achingly sweet emotions swirling within you, you have to do something silly. When Eddie looks at you over someone’s shoulder, you mouth “you’re fucking hot” at him and his face lights up in a massive grin, shaking his head. He mouths back -

“You’re bad.”

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miguelhugger2099 · 4 months

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Day One

It's February! I'll try to make a small drabble each day until the 14th so please enjoy! (─‿‿─)♡ Miguel x Reader, Fluffy, Drabble

Miguel was the kind of guy people strayed from or that he made them stray from him. Not on purpose of course. He doesn’t mean to come off stone cold and mean when someone speaks to him, he’s just a little awkward. He’s not stupid either. He knows he takes care of himself, going to the gym, shaving, doing skincare and taking really good care of his hair to appear attractive and healthy. It’s his personality that…needs work. Or at least that’s what others tell him. Miguel would often be stopped in the middle of shopping, a pretty lady asking him questions out of the blue, usually starting off with queries about what he’s buying. He’d respond as politely as possible but when the questions became more invasive and she became more touchy, now that’s when the problem starts. His awkward social skills harden into a more guarded persona. His grunts and deep scowl would form and make the women squeak off with a quick apology and run away. Miguel felt bad for scaring them but he just wasn’t used to the idea of people wanting him. So how is it that you seemed so easy to be with? He gazes next to you, in your own world reading your book. You and Miguel had gone to the park for a small date since it was a beautiful sunny day. Your hair framed your face perfectly, the sun giving you an angelic glow while you had a soft pout on your lips as you flipped through the pages. Miguel liked it like this: you two together while doing different things at the same time. In this case, you were reading and Miguel was admiring you.

He feels himself blush at his thoughts. You were just so pretty. Miguel never thought someone like you could ever like someone like him. You were–well you were just too cute. It was typical how you two met. You were leaving your shift at a family owned cafe in the middle of the day. He was just coming in for a quick tour around the town to stretch his legs when he bumped into you on the way inside. He made you yelp and drop your lunch straight onto the ground. You groaned in frustration at yourself and for the lost food when you looked up at him. He did the same, tsking at how blind he was and was going to apologize when he was taken aback how pretty you were. It was a strange feeling to have his heart speed up at the sight of someone. You spoke up, apologizing for not seeing him and scanning his outfit to see if you dropped anything on him. Miguel simply gawks at you and you worry if you might’ve had some leftover crumbs on your face. You blush and try to hide yourself out of embarrassment but Miguel quickly speaks up again, blurting his own apology and wanting to see your eyes again. He noticed you holding onto your apron and immediately connected the dots that you worked here.

He went by the next day. He nervously sat at a table by the wall and placed his laptop on top of the table to make it appear like he was working. What was he doing? Is he stupid? There’s no way this would work. You came into the place to start your shift, a smile on your face as you greeted the coworkers you were close with. Miguel feels his face burn up and he tries hiding behind his laptop which is amusing because of his large shoulders. You glanced at him throughout the day wondering if that man had always come in. You walked over to his table with a notepad in hand. “Did someone take your order yet?” You smiled down at him. Miguel stiffens in his chair and he peeks up at you. He hopes to god he isn’t blushing hard enough for you to see it on his cheeks. “No…no. I, uh, haven’t decided.” He grumbles. His eyebrows knit down and his lips frown–a sign he’s saving himself from the social awkwardness that he is. You don’t take it to heart, finding it endearing the way he appeared nervous. You noticed. “Well, if you’re down for a recommendation, I usually like the white mocha.” You tap your pen on the side of your notepad. Miguel doesn’t look up into your eyes.

“That’s…Okay. Okay, I’ll have that.” Even though he’s not really a fan of white mocha. “Can I have a name?” you ask, clicking your pen. “Miguel.” He taps slowly on his keyboard and you smile, writing it down.

He wasn’t sure how it happened. He thinks it was all you that had helped him make it this far. First it was one date, then a second, soon enough he bashfully asked you if you wanted him to be yours. And now you two were here, alone together at the park. He flips through the pages of his own book mindlessly. You helped him get into reading and the two of you have little meetings about the books you’re reading. He bites his bottom lip, ripping the loose skin off in a nervous habit. He found it insane how he found you, how easily you came into his life when everyone around him, including himself, had believed he’d probably be alone for the rest of his life. He glances over at you again and blushing again. How lucky is he to call you his? How is he so lucky for him to be yours? He shakes himself back to reality. He can’t believe how much he has changed and it’s all because of you. He became worried. Is this the right choice? The two of you were so young, what if this became marriage? Would he want that? Of course he does but do you want that? He hoped you did. Oh, shock, if you didn’t he’d be heartbroken. He doesn’t think there would ever be another person for him other than you. His mind spirals, his heart beating rapidly.

“Miggy.” You call out to him and he feels his heart stop for a minute. He feels goosebumps on his skin as he turns to face you. There you are with your perfect smile, your perfect face–oh, you get cuter every time he looks at you– were you always this ethereal? You tilt your head towards him with a tiny grin. “You’re very pretty,” You say softly. “The sunlight makes you extra pretty.” You giggle. Miguel’s brain goes into overdrive–he’s shutting down. How does he respond? How can he respond? What does someone even say to that? He gulps down a dry lump in his throat and hesitates to speak; he wasn’t sure how this relationship thing was supposed to go. “You’re…pretty…too.” He chokes out. Did he sound stupid? You burst out laughing and cover your mouth with your hand. Oh,he definitely sounded stupid. He burns even more, his cheeks and tips of his ears becoming a dark crimson. In between laughs, you look at him adoringly. “Oh, I love you.” He looks completely embarrassed, sighing deeply and reaching out to grip your hand tightly in his. He squeezes it three times. I love you.

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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You Didn't Say The Magic Word (Good Omens One-Shot)

Crowley x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Crowley isn't the biggest fan of your house guest.

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At first, there had just been an almost imperceptible scurrying sound in the roof. So small and so quiet you’d almost not heard it. Scampering feet up in the roof that you’d not really been all that concerned with. If it was only one, that would be fine. If they started multiplying, however, well, that might become a bit more of a problem.

But they didn’t, and one day when you’d been reading one of your many to-be-read books and chomping on some Indian takeout, he’d made his first appearance. A little ball of a thing, small, soft and very round and as soon as he realised you’d seen him, he scampered away back into whichever hole in the wall he’d appeared from.

You’d left out a small amount of mouse-friendly leftovers and climbed into bed.

He’d started coming out more and more after that, and you ended up naming him Dodgson. It became almost a little routine for you. Every night you’d leave a little bit of food out, and in the morning it would be gone. Sometimes you’d get to see him scamper out for his snacks and disappear again, but it was few and far between.

Particularly when you had guests.

“Not to be a bore, Pet,” Crowley sniffed, watching you with great and apprehensive precision, “but could I possibly ask… why you’re encouraging roaches?”

You snorted and set the saucer down with tonight's helpings. Some cheese, some cracker crumbs and a small piece of strawberry.

“Not roaches,” you insisted, pushing the saucer a little closer to Dodgson’s crack in the wall before standing with your hands on your hips. You turned to Crowley and continued, “Dodgson. Little mouse house guest.”

Crowley opened and closed his mouth a few times, processing that information.

“Ngk, I- well- why?”

You blinked, brows furrowing in confusion.

“He’s cute, I like him. He eats his snacks and scurries in the walls at night. As far as I can tell there’s just the one.”

Crowley nodded as if he understood but you were pretty sure he was just being polite. Crowley looked down at the saucer and grimaced. There, nibbling away, was little Dodgson. You held in the squeal of delight at seeing him so as not to scare him off.

You sneakily produced your phone from your pocket and snapped a cute picture of him nibbling his cheese.

Crowley watched this with curiosity, noting how fascinated and pleased you were by the appearance of this little rodent pest.

“I wish I knew how old he was,” you said quietly, and when Crowley tore his eyes away from the mouse to look at you, he was not surprised to see a crestfallen look in your eye. “They only live for two years, and I don’t know how much longer I’m going to get to enjoy his company for.”

Crowley hummed in response.

You were too busy looking at your little friend to notice the twitch of Crowley’s fingers, though something seemed to startle Dodgson, and he scampered away with his cracker, leaving the strawberry. He’d back back later for it, you knew.

“I suppose only time will tell,” Crowley said comfortingly, putting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing slightly. “Now, are we going to meet our Angel at the theatre or not?”

You shook yourself out of your reverie and nodded.

“We sure are.”

You didn’t suspect Crowley had done anything to Dodgson for another eighteen months when the little mouse showed no sign of aging and was considerably agile for his age.

Crowley would never confirm nor deny, but when Dodgson was still going strong six years later, and then another fifteen after that, well, it was pretty safe to assume what he’d done… and you were very grateful for it, too.

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flawdchaos · 2 months

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London Love

Robert ‘Rosie’ Rosenthal x Reader

Part 3 to Spilled Drinks

Word Count - 1293

The first afternoon in London couldn’t have gone any better for the pair than it had. Rosie made good on his promise of a picnic, choosing a patch of grass overlooking the river as the sun sat slowly behind the skyline. Y/N was truly enamored by the sights around her and, more importantly, by the blue eyed man who had included her on such a getaway. The two of them were almost completely encompassed in the darkness the night was bringing, a cool breeze bringing chill bumps to Y/N’s arm, when Rosie stood up from the now worn patch of grass. Looking down, he extended his hand waiting for hers to find its way into his. As he helped her to her feet she busied herself with brushing the leftover food crumbs and grass clippings from her dress, never noticing Rosie’s swift movements in removing his dress jacket.

“Here.” he spoke, breaking the silence, draping the jacket over her shoulders. It completely swallowed her smaller frame but nevertheless, she tugged it around her body. “Don’t think I didn’t see you shiver.” His heart felt as though it could beat out his chest as he took in the sight. His ‘girl’ in his jacket.

“Well, how do I look?” Y/N giggled, twirling around causing the unoccupied sleeves to flop awkwardly. He breathed out a laugh. “Like you’re ready to get in the cockpit and fly our boys to victory.” She couldn’t help but shake her head at such a thought, watching as he took a step towards her and looked down at the front pocket of his jacket, wrapped tightly around her. “Wait, you got something right there. What is that?” he squinted his eyes, leaning down to her height. “Hmm, it’s some sort of stain. Red, like a cosmopolitan.” Her head snapped down quickly, nose almost colliding with the back of his head. “No way! I can’t belie-” her words cut off by Rosie’s belly laugh as he waved his hand around. “I’m just giving you a hard time.” he spoke, still laughing.

Y/N huffed, pushing him slightly as she tried to hide the obvious smile that was creeping onto her face. “You are outrageous, Robert Rosenthal. I am never going to escape that, am I?” he took a breath in “As long as I’m around, probably not.”

“Well, you better be around for a long time.” She said, voice firm but with an obvious shift in tone. They both knew the reality of the situation at hand. War was unforgiving. It took no mercy in the paths it destroyed. Before coming to England, Y/N had told her friends back home that love was absolutely off the table for her until the war had come to a close. She had seen girlfriends and wives fall apart at the news their lover wasn’t coming back to them and she didn’t know if she had it within her to experience that firsthand. There was a reason she stayed far away from the bars and parties the men hosted at Thorpe Abbotts before the night she met Rosie.

But now, standing her in the moonlit glow of London wrapped in Rosie’s ‘too big for her’ jacket, her heart, or maybe her brain, had betrayed the promise she had formerly made. She stepped forward clearing her throat. “You have to make it through this war so you can show me New York. You promised me.” His breath hitched in his throat as he mindlessly stepped closer. He was fighting every nerve in his body to not grab her and hold her in his arms, to drink in the smell of her perfume and hairspray, to run his calloused fingers along the cotton fabric of her dress. “I will, Y/N. My reasons to make it back out of that plane are only growing every day. I don’t know if I could li-” Now it was her turn to cut him off.

“Robert, kiss me.”

Without hesitation, Rosie’s hands encompassed her face and his lips crashed into hers. Y/N’s hands gripped at the fabric of his shirt to hold herself steady as her balance faltered beneath her. He pulled away, hands still cradling her face and Y/N was sure that if their combined deep breathing slowed enough, he could hear the racing of her heart.

“I will make it back to you, Y/N Y/L/N. Even if I have to crawl.”

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Y/N clung to Rosie’s arm as they strolled down the streets, slowly canvassing their way back to the hotel. Neither of the pair wanted the night to come to an end but as it appeared in their vision up ahead they knew it would be happening all too soon. Y/N dropped Rosie’s arm, shrugging the jacket off of her shoulders. “I think you’ll be needing this back.” Despite everything that had just happened, they still had to be professional in the presence of others. She couldn’t help but stare as he buttoned the jacket back on and replaced his hat on his head. “How do I look ma’am?” he teased.

“Handsome.” she giggled, cheeks turning pink. God, she felt like a child again.

“Why don’t you come here and give this handsome guy one more kiss then?” Rosie quipped to which she happily obliged, pushing up on her tiptoes to reach his lips. His arms slid around her waist pulling her tighter than she thought imaginable, forcing her arms over his shoulders.

Breaking away he looked down at her, hand resting on her cheek. “Don’t hesitate to come to my room if anything happens tonight. We are still in a warzone.” She pressed her cheek into his hand, slightly turning her head to kiss the portion of his palm she could reach. “Yes, sir.” he smirked. “Go on, I’ll watch and make sure you get in safe.” brushing his uniform down and fixing his tie. “I’ll be right behind ya.”

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The blare of the air raid siren startled her from her sleep sending her into a panic. She had heard it plenty of times before but now, sitting alone in a hotel in a heavily bombed London, her heart was in her throat. She pawed around the table to find the base of the lamp and clicked the light on, now scrounging for her shoes on the floor when knocking pulled her attention to the door.

“Y/N?” she rushed over pulling the door open to find a similarly disheveled Rosie, his usual curly hair sticking up and sleepy eyes. She stepped aside letting him in the room. “I never thought I would experience something like this in the city.” she murmured, wrapping her arms around her body.

“Me either. It feels so much different out here.” she nodded, walking to peer out the window as the flashes of light filled the room. “What time is it?” she said, turning to face him. Peering down at his watch he mumbled “0312” as a yawn took over his words. She pulled the seat by the bed closer to the window and beckoned him over. “We aren’t going to get any more sleep tonight.” he hung his head, defeatedly. He knew she was right and any excuse to be in her presence alone would be gladly welcomed. He plopped down in the seat, his head lulling to the side.

“C’mere.” Sleep still evident in his voice as he patted his thigh. She floated over, lowering herself into his touch as his hand absentmindedly began rubbing up and down her back.

“Who knows when we’ll ever have this privacy again.” he sighed as she met him with a nod. “For tonight, I just want to hold you.”

Writers note - Hi friends! We’ve somehow made it to part 3 of a fic I was convinced no one would read. thank you for proving me wrong ♥️ I hope you enjoy! I’m probably going to be working on some more requests this weekend. Send anything into my submissions box. It doesn’t just have to be for Rosie. Right now, I’ll write for Buck, Bucky, Rosie, Crosby and I might even dabble in writing for their actors, Austin, Callum, Nate & Anthony.

#masters of the air #masters of the air x reader #anthony boyle #anthony boyle imagine #gale cleven #john egan #masters of the air imagines #robert rosenthal #rosie rosenthal #rosie rosenthal imagines

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wolven91 · 9 months

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The Anarchist Baker

Ross sighed dramatically as he looked around at his robbed bakery, his hands on his hips and a resigned smile across his face. A chair or two had been overturned, but it was the counter that had received the brunt of the attention. Nothing was broken however, and the door was still on its hinges, so he had that going for him. Which was nice.

As the man walked towards the counter, he reached down to pick up an empty muffin wrapper between two fingers that had been left on the ground. The crumbs tumbled out of it, but aside from that; crumbs everywhere, nothing edible remained. He moved around to behind the counter and gently tugged at the old-style cash register drawer. It didn't budge.

Still secure. There was nothing inside it, but not everyone knew that. The 'thieves' had gone for the baked goods, just like last time.

The human gave a nod and fired up the ovens.

A few hours later his tasks in the kitchen were done with foodstuffs on their way to being delicious. Using a mental checklist, Ross just had to return the front area back to having some semblance of tidy and he'd be ready for customers. The glass cupboards were all open and the shelves were bare with only the lace doilies that usually were found beneath his confections remaining.

Walking through the archway from the kitchen to the counter, he found a ursidain already sweeping the floor with his oversized broom. He recognised the brown fur and missing ear section instantly.

"Ah, you don't have to do that Mary." Ross pointed out with a smile, already picking up a smaller hand brush to clean out the counter cupboards of leftover crumbs. 'Mary' wasn't the ursidain's name, but Ross couldn't pronounce her name correctly, so it became Mary as it was close to how the first half of her name sounded. She'd never corrected him and had never said it bothered her.

"Nonsense, I knew it was too early, but you know how I can't sleep in." She replied with a large grin as she got at the edge of the counter with the bristles.

It was true, the great big brown bear-like alien was usually his first customer, often chatting with him while he set up. He liked her company; it distracted him from his usual jobs and meant he was left alone by the rougher occupants of the station. Mary had her own rumours that stalked her, but she didn't care about them and had merely ignored Ross when he had asked about them.

The station that he had opened his bakery on was not a popular destination due to the ugly poisoned planet below its orbit, which meant that whilst most ursidain were pleasant to be around, there were some that weren't as friendly. Especially not in this backwater section of ursidain space. Still, it meant Ross could hide from pirates and was given leave to follow his dream of a bakery.

"They 'robbed' you again?" Mary asked, smiling down at him as she rested her chin on the top of the handle. The ursidain stared at him with a warm hearty but knowing smile.

Ross tried to resist the urge to smirk back and turned away. Rattling the dustpan into the bin. He tried to speak calmly, to not give anything away.

"Yeah, I think I forgot to lock the door again. All the food that I was going to have to throw away this morning... Well... it's all been eaten." He gave his resigned smile again and a shrug back at Mary, although he never met her eyes. "I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on.!"

Mary grabbed the broom and lent it against a far wall in a corner where it usually lived before plodding over to the counter with rumbling ursidain footsteps where Ross was finishing up and reading the trays for the confectioneries once they were done in the next few minutes. She leant against the counter and rested her huge head in one of her dinner plate sized paw as she watched him closely. She squinted at him.

He flicked his eyes to her's then back to his work. The rumours might say she had never cracked under law enforcement pressure, but Ross wasn't that skilled.

"What?" He asked, 'innocently'.

"You're good people Ross." Mary declared.

"Not a clue what you're on about."

He retreated into the kitchen, but Mary could still see and talk to him through the serving hatch. He was doing busy work, avoiding her and the implications of his third 'robbery'.

"Those kids get food from the station, but your stuff is the best thing they're going to get and put some weight on them too." She pointed out. Seemingly knowing that it was the crowd of kids that had done the robbing of his store.

Ross didn't reply as he brought the hot freshly baked goods out to the front between two oven mitt clad hands. The ursidain's mouth began to water at the smell of hot sugar.

"I don't have a clue what you're on about." He assured her, as he gingerly popped the new items onto the shelves.

The orphans that inhabited the station weren't bad kids, they were just left without much guidance. Sure, at first, they might have graffitied Ross's shop, but the one time that happened, the following day a gang of short alien teddy bears turned up, asked Ross for a bucket with water and soap and proceeded to scrub the paint off his shop front. He'd 'paid' them in sandwiches.

The fact that each time he had a surplus of baked goods his door ended up unlocked, meaning that the following morning, his shop was 'robbed'. As such, he couldn't be accused of giving food away nor selling out of date products either. The rather heavy-handed law enforcement of the station had made that clear to him.

He wasn't allowed to give food away. The rules of the station were designed to funnel the hungry to certain 'careers'. A hungry young ursidain would agree to anything, but one that survived until they reached the right age could do whatever they wanted.

So, Ross became an anarchist baker. And Mary had started showing up shortly afterwards. It felt as if she was checking up on the smaller human, his size could leave him vulnerable to intimidation and yet he'd received no visits from anyone untoward. Any time someone serious showed up, Mary had appeared next to the counter and whilst it was always for a fresh cup of something hot, Mary had always eyed the newcomer until they either sat down or left.

Ross glanced at Mary as he finished up loading up his shelves. He wasn't sure if he could see her being one of the 'dangerous' ones, but with her being so huge, he at least wouldn't deliberately get on her wrong side. She was currently eyeing either him or his pastries hungrily. At least he wasn't a pastry.

Still, if it kept the kids out of trouble and our of being exploited, the human didn't mind baking more than what was needed.

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #haso #hfy #humans are space orcs #human #furry #human x furry #ursidain #bear

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synoname-wordsmith · 7 months

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Leftovers and Burnt Toast: Sanji x gn!reader

Summary: sanji has some concerning eating habits. you've ignored them for as long as you can, but what happens when you finally confront him about it?

Warning: eating disorder, angst, eventually comfort, let me know if I missed any

A/n: inspiration hit at 2 am after reading the linked post. I'm not a writer, so don't come for me. Also, I'm pretty sure I used gender neutral language, but if not, let me know, and I'll edit. Happy reading

Heavily inspired by this post:

You weren't spying on the cook you were observant, and those old habits never really died, did they? You were a spy, and it was in your blood to notice things. Moving silently through rooms thing caught your eye, even if it wasn't intentional. So no, you weren't spying on Sanji. You just started to notice a pattern.

Spending your time in the kitchen working on research of nearing islands, you could see him moving through his space, cooking, and baking but never eating. At first, you thought he just wasn't big on snacking and saved his appetite for meals, but when meal time came, his plate was hardly full. You knew he didn't waste food, so small portions made sense, but he never went back for more.

Then you noticed he skipped breakfast. Every day, he entered the kitchen just moments after you set up your books and notes, and not once did he grab anything to eat. And when breakfast for the crew was finished and being divided up among the group, he was always last to take. And with Luffy, that meant scraps and crumbs at best. Lunch was the same, and dinner didn't change the pattern either.

He didn't snack while he meal prepped, and the few times you "accidentally" made too much and offered it to him he graciously smiled and thanked you, but handed it off when Ussopp showed interest.

You've heard his stomach growl, so you knew Hunger was something he experienced, but you couldn't wrap your head around his avoidance.

***

It was a Tuesday when you finally said something. Coming home early from an excursion on the latest island. You entered the kitchen and was met with the familiar warmth of Sanji's blue eyes.

"Hello love, i didn't expect anyone back so early, i can whip you something up if you like"

"No, thank you," you matched his light tone. "Nami and i grabbed a bite at one of the little taverns." he smiled at that and turned back to what he was doing. You paused for a second, then made your way to one of the stools across from him. Watching his fluid movements through the kitchen as you considered speaking again.

"Have you eaten?" You hoped the nervousness wasn't prevalent in your voice. He paused before turning around. Smiling his signature smile.

"No need to worry about me, mademoiselle, that's my job"

"That's the thing, though," you paused, trying to find the right words. "i do worry about you," you paused again, and before you could speak, he interjected.

"Don't waste any energy worrying that pretty little head of yours, darling," he laughed airly, "especially about m-"

"You havent eaten since sunday!" You blurted without thinking. The silence that followed was deafening, and Sanji's face reflected that.

Just as quickly as his smile faltered, though, it was back. "That can't be right, love, surely you're mistaken"

"Im not," your voice was barely a whisper, "i made too much toast when i woke up on purpose, and you ate the extra, but you haven't eaten anything since then. No lunches or suppers, and you never snack." You risked looking up from your fidgeting hands. His eyes were wide, and his smile was gone.

"Have you been watching me that closely?"

"Not on purpose, noticing things is what i do, but once it became a pattern, i couldn't not see it, and - Sanji, what is going on?"

He laughed again, but it lacked humor, and then he reached for a cigarette. He didn't speak until his first exhale. He was stalling, another habit of his you noticed.

"I assure you im fine." his voice was low, and his eyes glossed over as if he was seeing something far away.

"I dont think you are," you whispered, willing him to look back at you. "i didn't want to pry, but i also noticed the more stressed you are, the longer you go between meals." He took a drag looking at his shoes. You could feel panic crawling up your throat. "We dont keep secrets. Remember? That's what you said to me. And I've been trying every day since then to be open and honest with you. Why is it not a two way street-?"

"Enough!" He didn't yell, but his voice was low, and his tone was heavy. You froze.

"Sanji-"

"No, this is of no concern to you, and I do not appreciate you sticking your nose where it does not belong " you had never seen him like this, he seemed genuinely angry. It scared you

"Sanji-" you tried again

"Maybe it's best you work out of the map room with Nami from now on." he turned from you like he was done with the conversation. Your hands shook, and you tried to fight the tears that pricked your eyes.

You felt frozen and before you could organize your scattered mind to respond the rest of the crew entered the kitchen

"Sanji! Look at all these groceries Nami found! Supper tonight will be amazing!" Luffy yelled cutting through the tension like an oblivious knife.

In a moment, Sanji reacted, posture shifting and smile returning. "Of course it will! Show me what you bought!"

You felt yourself lose control of the little composure you had left and slipped out of the kitchen without being noticed. If you were going to cry, it wouldn't be with an audience

***

"just talk to him"

it had been 3 days since you confronted Sanji and neither of you had been hiding the tension well. You had tried to give him space and act as if nothing was wrong, at least around the others, and Sanji seemed to have decided on the same approach. You moved to the map room and held off Nami's questioning stare for a few days with vague statements, but meal times were still tense.

You tried to ignore it and to interact with the rest of the crew but it felt like a giant flashing sign was going off above his plate now. You kept quiet, kept your distance but the worry was eating at your insides.

" do i need to remind you 'Just talk to him' is how we ended up in this predicament in the first place "

You had finally caved and told nami what was going down in the evening of day 2. She was perceptive and terribly persistent, before you knew it you had told her everything.

"Sure, but we both know Sanji is the poster child for not asking for help. Its probably why you get along so well" the last part was meant to be a joke, you scoffed

"You're one to talk" you retort trying to hide your smirk. A moment of ease sat among you as you both laughed, but all too soon your anxiety started to settle in.

Nami sighed and placed a hand on your arm, "look, he was probably just caught off guard and embarrassed last time. Try again."

"Ya, probably." You aren't as sure as you sound, though.

***

Supper came and went and you had meant to talk to him as he cleaned up but Usopp and Luffy monopolized his time. Before you knew it it was dark and everyone had dissappear inside for the night.

You hadn't seen Sanji since the kitchen was clean but decided to do one more sweep of the place before giving up for the night.

That's when you saw him out on the deck. He stood near the railing facing the sea, the kitchen giving just enough light to illuminate the smoke rising off his cigarette.

You went out and joined him. Leaning on the railing beside him. He didn't look at you and you didn't say anything as you both watched the dark waves.

You started to pick at your cuticles in the silence trying to figure out what to say.

"Im sorry i snapped at you, it was unfair" you turned your head to look at him but he kept his sight trained forward. "You were right and i got defensive and mad"

You wanted to tell him it's okay, that you don't take ot personally. You also had a million questions rapid firing in you brain but the look in Sanji's eye made you hesitant to speak up. You didn't want to shatter whatever aire was floating around you both.

"It was my mothers birthday last week. I didn't even realize the date until after you said something to me" you turned your body to him this time. Sanji rarely spoke of his family before Zeff and when he did it was vague with glossy eyes. Only after calming him down from a few nasty nightmares did you piece together very basic ideas of his home life. "So when you said i eat less when im stressed i guess you hit the nail on the head." He discarded his cigarettes into the sea and leaned forward on the railing. You reached out and placed a hand on his arm. He took a deep breath and continued. "I knew i did that, with the food i mean, i just- food isnt really for me you know? Dont get me wrong i love food and cooking, but i do that others, for you guys. It's like a love language i guess." He pulls put another cigarette

"I do eat when i feel i need to, but starving isn't a foreign feeling, and, i guess, along the way, i forgot the urgency that is supposed to come with that." He exhales smoke with a dry laugh. "I never considered it was a problem, and i never meant to worry you. For that, im sorry"

He finally looked over at you. His words broke your heart and you tried to keep your breathing steady. If you cried he would make this about you, and you didn't want that.

"You need to eat, Sanji. You deserve to be healthy, not just alive." he smiled at that. It was more to himself, and it didn't reach his eyes. He took another drag.

"You keep saying that." He tried to joke, it almost had the lightness of the Sanji you knew. You felt you grip on his arm tighten as you fought harder against tears.

"How are you joking, how do you not see you deserve the love and care you so selflessly give to others?" The words came rushed and more pointed then intended but your control on your emotions was deteriorating quickly. "I don't ask about your family, and i'm not going to start now but whatever they did and said to you, they were wrong. You deserve love Sanji"

He opened his mouth, but you spoke again before he could. "No, you deserve kindness and unconditional love. From others, but also yourself." You hadn't noticed you were crying and only noticed you were shaking when he embraced you."i care about you so much, we all do. Please take care of yourself. If not for you, for us. For me."

You felt his arms tighten around you and he didn't speak for a moment but when he did it was clear he was crying also.

"Im sorry" it was barely a whisper "i don't want to upset you, i'll do better"

"I just wish you could see yourself the way I do. I wish you would talk to me."

"I know I'm sorry, I'll do better at that too." You sniffled and looked up at him. His face was streaked with tears and his eyes puffy. You half smiled up at him

"Hey, I thought apologizing too much was my thing." With that he laughed. A real, heartfelt Sanji laugh. Hearing it made you feel like you could breathe again.

He wiped his face and then yours, leaving his hands on either side of your face.

"We can figure this out together, right? As long as it's together?"

"Together," you echoed.

#sanji headcanons #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #opla sanji #sanji x reader #sanji imagine #one piece live action

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terabyteturtle · 4 months

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Hello my fellow gamer! 😁

May I please request headcanons for Bayonetta, Joker, Sora, and Zero Suit Samus reacting to their female S/O surprising them at the Smash mansion and spoiling them with delicious food like this?

Yay, my first SSBU request! That food looks so good, I don't think I could choose just one picture. Anyway, I hope you savor this just like the fighters would savor that food!

Bayonetta

- "Why, thank you darling, I'm famished!"

- She will eat the entire plate and then ask for seconds.

- Bayonetta has the best table manners you could possibly imagine. Even if she's ravenous, you'll never catch her eating like a wild animal, especially not in front of you. She looks so elegant while she eats and somehow manages to never get a single crumb on her face.

- She will happily feed some to Gomorrah. It may be a spawn of Satan, but hey, demons need to eat too.

- Speaking of which, Gomorrah now loves you for this.

- She'll make sure that you have some too; she refuses to eat unless you eat with her.

- As a pleasant conversationalist, she has plenty of things to talk about. Bayonetta will happily listen to whatever you might have to say, but she'll definitely be the one to direct the conversation.

- She adores your smiling face as you both dine with delight.

- Between you, Bayo, and Gomorrah, there will be no leftovers; every last morsel will be gone.

- After you're done, she'll give you a big hug and a smooch, thanking you again for the delicious meal.

- You better believe that she will return the favor when you least expect it.

- After you're done eating, she'll insist that you relax while she cleans everything up.

- If you still have room in your stomach, Bayonetta will probably pamper you with dessert. Don't try to deny it; you'll only end up losing the fight.

- "Oh please, after all you've done for me, you deserve it, darling."

Joker

- The first thing he'll notice walking into the mansion is the smell filling the air.

- It's an amazing scent, and he'll be pleasantly surprised to see you in the kitchen.

- He doesn't even realize how hungry he is until he sees all of the food there, waiting for him.

- He'll eat so much, it's not even funny.

- Morgana will tell him to slow down numerous times, and Joker will completely ignore him every single time.

- You and Morgana will have to keep an eye on him because there's a large possibility that he might choke.

- He nearly did choke at one point, which was super scary.

- If Morgana tries to steal some, Joker will swat his paw away.

- He'll definitely have more than one plate of food. Good thing you made extra.

- When he first starts eating, he'll wolf everything down and all his manners will go out the window. As he continues, he'll slow down to a normal pace and eat like a normal person.

- He'll apologize afterward for being so messy and will help you clean up afterward.

- Leftovers for later? Hell yeah.

- Expect him to ask you for the recipes. He totally isn't gonna steal them to impress his friends back home.

- He'll give you a sweet kiss on the forehead as thanks for everything you've done for him.

- Post-dinner cuddles! That meal hit all the right spots, and the best thing to do now is to relax and let everything settle.

Sora

- He'll get SO excited.

- "Woah, this is all for me?! Thanks!"

- He'll eat way more than you expect him to. You'd never think that much food could fit inside his stomach. He'll just keep eating and eating and eating some more.

- You'll have to hide some food if you want leftovers, because at the rate Sora will go, it won't look like he's stopping anytime soon.

- He wants to show his appreciation as much as he can, so he tries to eat a ton. Sora won't wolf everything down, but he'll eat at a quicker pace than one should.

- Sora thinks everything is delicious; he literally has hearts in his eyes from how in love with the food he is.

- Looking up and seeing you chuckling and smiling at him makes everything even better. Just knowing that you made the food fills him with joy.

- He won't stop thanking you for everything. He'll say it ten times before he even starts eating.

- He keeps trying to talk to you while he eats. You constantly have to remind him to swallow his food before he starts speaking.

- When he's finished, he finishes it off with a big burp and leans back in his seat, hands patting his stomach. He'll thank you for the thousandth time before getting up to give you a hug.

- Ten minutes later, Sora'll get a massive stomachache from how much food he ate. He doesn't mind though; in his eyes, it was all worth it.

Zero Suit Samus

- She'll be shocked at first. All of this food is for her and her alone? No, this doesn't feel right.

- She'll feel bad that you went through all of this hassle just for her. But once you reassure her that it's no trouble at all and you're more than happy to cook for her, that tiny smile of hers will finally appear on her face.

- Samus insists that you eat with her. You've done all this hard work, you deserve to sit back and relax for a change.

- Out of all four characters mentioned here, she is the most calm about the whole thing. Don't mistake this for a lack of care; she greatly appreciates what you did for her.

- Out of all four characters, she's also the one who leaves the most leftovers. She wants to make it last; it sucks to spend hours on food only to have people eat all of it in one fell swoop in nearly half the time.

- She remains quiet for the most part, listening to what you have to say without interruption and only giving input when necessary.

- You can see the gratitude in her eyes as she consumes everything.

- Afterward, she thanks you calmly and helps you clean up.

- After a wonderful meal like that, movie night is a must.

#ssbu #headcanons #smash ultimate #bayonetta #bayonetta x reader #joker #joker x reader #sora #sora x reader #zero suit samus #zero suit samus x reader

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pauking5 · 8 months

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Addicting Taste ~ Chapter 1 ~

Ongoing Series

Synopsis: Enishi Yukishiro was on a mission to execute his piece de la resistance. A plan to avenge his beloved sister. Until you showed up, rattling open the icy closed gates of his heart. Will you be a part of his downfall or will you try to save him?

Pairing: Enishi Yukishiro x reader oc

Genre: strangers to lovers, sunshine and grumpy, slow burn, a lot of fluff (later chapters), occasional smut, angst

Words: 3k +

A/N: I couldn’t hold back anymore and had to make a fic for Enishi. It won’t exactly follow the Rurouni Kenshin timeline for now but it will later develop into it. This is the first chapter in the series with more chapters coming. It is a reader insert as I couldn’t help but indulge myself in it completely. Powered by Mackenyu’s outstanding portrayal of Enishi’s character in Rurouni Kenshin: The Final, I hereby present you a story ripped from the figments of my mind. I hope you’ll love their story as much as I do. Enjoy lovelies, Paula.

Also thank you @eureka-its-zico for supporting me with this and getting me writing again 🫶

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Bonus Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

“Just how stupid are you?”

A loud smack echoed in the room.

“You thought you could just get away with it?”

Another heavy punch collided with his face making him drop to his knees.

“You’re a fool.”

An uppercut dug under his chin throwing him backwards. The force of the blow made blood pool in his mouth and he spat it out through clenched teeth. The man standing tall before him left his face full of cuts and bruises. But that was the least of Enishi’s worries right now.

Many months were spent tracking down the biggest shipment of weapons set to leave Shanghai for Kanagawa. Enishi’s men were supposed to rob the storage by the docks tonight before the ship set sail in the morning. But it turned out to be a harder task than it was intended to be.

The mission encountered several problems and it was nothing short of a total fail. It was also what led to his current position with his hands tied roughly behind his back, on the floor of the most secure precinct in Shanghai.

A few hours ago

“These dumplings are amazing,” you sighed happily while munching on three baozi dumplings at once.

The lady vendor grimaced at your manners. You were practically inhaling the soft dough in your hands like a grizzly bear. Leftover crumbs were decorating the edges of your lips. You couldn’t help but forget all about etiquette when the food literally melted in your mouth.

A little boy was walking by with his mother when he caught sight of the dumpling cart. He stopped to look at the steaming dumplings in awe and adoration. But when he saw the way you were devouring the small pastry his face turned to pure disgust.

You were getting slightly annoyed by his staring, so you shot the little boy a threatening look and he started crying, running off somewhere in the depths of the street. His mother regarded you with a condescending look and followed after her child.

“Can you leave before you scare all my clients away?” said the vendor lady, irritated with the fact that you’ve been hogging her cart for the past half an hour.

“Listen lady. I could buy your whole cart if I wanted to. Just let me enjoy these,” you said with your mouth full.

“I’ll be the one leaving then. You might spoil my dough from raising if I stay here any longer,” she said as she started to put away the steaming buns away and gathered all her tools.

“Wait! You can’t just leave.” But by the time you yelled after her she was already gone. There went your only meal for the day. At least it was a nice filling one to last you some time. You patted your stomach in a comforting manner and sighed, turning to go on your own way.

The crisp air of mid-October made its presence known as a breeze blew against the sleeves of your dress making them flutter. Your attire was nothing short of inappropriate for the lingering cold season. The chilly weather made it harder to do any jobs and you weren’t requested as much either. You never knew where your next meal would be coming from most of the time, so you powered through with anything you could find. Though your money was running out you always made sure to keep some aside for your snack cravings.

The once bustling street turned awfully quiet. It was the norm in this part of the city. Vendors were quickly packed away and activity was slowly coming to a halt in the wake of the coming night. Any normal person in these parts would know that being on the streets when the last flicker of daylight disappears wasn’t safe.

Who would want to be out in the dark with the Shanghai mafia having a full blown war with the commander in chief on the streets until the early hours of dawn?

Clutching the rest of your dumplings closer, you made your way down the narrow pathways circling the outskirts of the city. The place you resided in for the time being was just a street down from the docks. It was a modest room at the top of an abandoned jewelry shop, furnished with a desk and a small wardrobe. It was not the comfiest nor the safest place in the world, but it provided a space to roll your futon for the night.

The buns you bought were all different flavours with all kinds of fillings you haven’t tried before. Just thinking of taste testing all of them made your mouth water.

Whilst getting lost in your pastry daydreams, you were shaken back to earth by persistent yelling. As you were making your way further down to the docks, more agitated shouting ensued. The growing commotion piqued your curiosity. It wouldn’t hurt to take a closer look, right? It was in the way anyway.

Inching closer to the edge of the docks entrance you hid behind an abandoned fishing boat supported by empty crates. Tucking your petite form well enough so you wouldn’t be spotted, you looked over it to see what was going on.

Moving your eyes around you counted about twenty masked men. They were frantically rushing in and out of the storage holding cases filled with… guns?

As more of them came out you realised it wasn’t just guns. Long and short range artillery, fuses and all kinds of artisanal bombs. It was like heaven for pyromaniacs. Whatever these guys were planning was nothing short of mass destruction.

“We’ve secured all the weapons, Master,” a shushed voice spoke in Japanese from your right. He came closer to stand just in front of the boat you were using as a hiding spot. He looked about half a person in height. If a wild gust of wind blew his way he would most likely topple over and become dust.

“Good work,” said a deep voice from the left as he approached too. The way he spoke those simple words was enough to make tremors run down your back.

Trying to get a better view of the owner of the voice a tangled mop of white hair entered your vision.

Damn, this guy was long overdue for a haircut.

Trailing your eyes further down you took in his sturdy physique that was outlined through the clothes he was wearing. You could tell he was trained in some kind of martial arts. No one just had heaps of muscles like those. You could easily draw a map of the world between those wide shoulders… Snap out of it, Miyu.

The loud crash of crates rattling to the floor brought you back to reality. You needed to get out of there.

You couldn’t risk getting caught and brought in by the commander in chief. If he wasn’t alerted yet he sure got wind of things by now. That man definitely has mutant senses.

The last thing you needed was them catching wind of your location. You spent so long staying under the radar and now was not the time to advertise your whereabouts.

I am void. I don’t care. I haven’t seen anything.

I am not getting involved with this.

While repeating the mantra several times in your head in order to calm down, you had to figure out a way to sneak out as smoothly as possible without alerting anybody. Especially the strong muscular white mop of hair who hasn’t moved at all from his spot right in front of you.

After a quick scan of your surroundings you came to two choices: going left, straight through the docks and to your hideout located on just the other side; or going right, having to circle around the whole city to get back. It wasn’t hard to figure out which one was safer. You’d rather go around the whole city as many times as you needed if it meant staying away from whatever these people had planned. You just had to wait for the right time to make your way out.

After a while, the two men blocking your view headed towards the rest of their squad. This was your chance. All you had to do was get set, ready and sprint the hell out of there before someone caught you and made you fish food. If only things would play out like that.

In your rush to escape you missed a teeny tiny key detail. The dark brown fishing cord extending from the boat to the empty crates behind you.

You barely made it two steps before your leg tangled in it and you were falling face first to the hard concrete floor, taking the crates with you. The steaming buns you tried so hard to keep close spilled all over the floor in the process. I’m so fucked.

“What was that?” growled one of the goons.

Mophead turned around swiftly and locked eyes with you. Lifting your own gaze from your uncomfortable spot on the floor, you connected it with his. Eyes akin to predators that lurk in the dead of night pierced yours. They screamed murder. The ‘chop you apart for funsies’ kind of murder.

But something about them caught you off guard. The blue hue outlining his pupils. Something about them though eerie and giving you the eebie jeebies was so familiar. Where have I seen these eyes before?

He seemed to be stuck in his own reverie. A tilt of his head signalled his confusion to your presence. You don’t even know how long you were both stuck soul searching each other’s eyes as the deafening sound of gunfire descended down on the docks.

Breaking your staring contest apart you tried to locate where the firing came from. Then it dawned on you. The commander in chief was here.

Mophead set off in your direction to possibly grab you but he only managed to take a step before bullets lined up a few feet in front of him. With a low grunt, he spared you one last look before retreating back to his gang.

The bullets were flying closer and closer to your spot and the intense smell of gun powder filled your nostrils. This was your cue to exit stage.

You got to your feet, saved what was left of your steamed baozi and made a run for it. A few bullets narrowly grazed the ends of your dress but you quickly made it to the safety of a dark alleyway close by. Checking on your precious dumplings you saw most of them were unharmed and let out a breath of relief.

The pounding of guns suddenly stopped and you peered over to the docks from the corner of the alley. Assessing the situation you observed that half of mophead’s party was shot down by the commander’s force. Some of them managed to flee the scene when the firing started, but the rest were caught and put in restraints together with their leader.

Something felt off. Maybe it was the smug look on the commander’s face as he rounded up the thugs. Or the way most of his force came out from what looked like stationed places at the other end of the docks entrance. It almost seemed like they knew mophead and his crew were going to be here tonight.

No way. Was this a set up?

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Back at the precinct

Enishi was fuming. It all went sideways too quickly for his liking. Someone talked and he was going to make sure they weren’t seeing the light of day. Once he made it out of the shithole he was currently held in.

“I’m going to ask you again. Why were you stealing weapons?” asked the commander. He was getting irritated and it showed in the way the veins on his neck strained. But he could press on as much as he wanted. Enishi wasn’t going to give him shit.

“Either you talk or your good for nothing squad will suffer in your place.”

“I don’t give two flying fucks about them,” spat Enishi.

This only earned him another punch to the stomach. The guards who were holding him let him drop to the floor, more blood dripping on the side of his mouth.

“I guess I’ll have to beat it out of you then,” said the commander, cracking his knuckles.

Bracing for the commander’s punishment, his thoughts kept wandering somewhere else. To the girl who was there tonight, hiding behind the boat. He wasn’t stupid. He sensed someone was eavesdropping.

You weren’t supposed to be there. You were a wild variable in his plan that he couldn’t have predicted. A handful of questions swarmed around in his head, but three of them stood out the most.

Why were you there tonight?

Who were you working for?

And where have I seen you before?

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Ten armed guards at the front of the building. Another two securing the entrance from the inside. Five more moving around the halls. None on the top floor. Bingo.

Sliding open the glass window on the roof of the precinct you snuck in. You landed down swiftly, arching your heels to keep you steady. Stealth mode switched on in your head as you carefully inspected your surroundings.

Tightening the grip on your twin Remingtons closer, you advanced to the walls opposite to the railing overlooking the entrance. As you rounded the corners you spotted a staircase going down to what looked like a meeting hall.

Raspy shouting and what resembled the sound of slapping was getting louder as you descended. Someone was either receiving a beating or they were just into kinky shit.

You were on the last three steps when a guard passed by. Straightening up, you glued yourself to the wall, becoming one with the shadow. As he got further away you tilted your head towards the glass ceiling and released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

This was a terrible idea. What were you even doing here in the first place? This was not your fight. But your conscience convinced you that you were somehow responsible for the unsuccessful outcome of mophead’s mission.

You weren’t supposed to be there tonight. It was just incidental. Your stupid craving for dumplings made you come out of your extremely comfortable refuge and one thing led to another as you found yourself in the middle of crossfire.

Without thinking too much of your bad choices for the day, you geared up to save mophead. You didn’t know why you were going this far for someone you didn’t know. But you felt needed for once in a while and like you finally had a job to do.

There was something else that bothered you about your encounter. The moment mophead locked eyes with you was scorched into your head. Your brain replayed it over and over again for no specific reason until it drove you crazy. Those eyes bugged you to the world’s end. There was something so addicting and familiar to them. But you couldn’t recall where you’ve seen them before no matter how hard you tried.

You needed to find out who this man is. So, like any normal person looking for answers, you went to ask him. As soon as you busted him out of the most secure precinct in Shanghai.

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In the meeting hall

“This would be so much easier if you just talked,” yelled the commander in chief.

“How about… fuck you. Good talk,” said Enishi with a sick grin.

“You son of a—,” the commander was cut off by the sound of shots being fired outside the meeting hall. Suddenly, everything turned quiet. Everyone’s ears perked up listening for what could follow.

A powerful kick thundered against the golden door to the meeting hall that made it come off its hinges and cave in on itself. The door fell with a loud thud and you stepped over it, the click of your heeled boots bouncing off the echo in the room. All eyes were trained on you.

“Who’s ready to have some fun?” you chirped, enthusiastically twirling the guns in your hands.

“Who are you?,” asked the commander in chief.

“Let’s just say I’m someone you don’t want to mess with,” you said confidently.

“You’re just a stupid girl if you think you can just come in here —“

“This stupid girl just took out most of your guards on duty. It will be her utmost pleasure to take you out too,” you said with a smirk.

Enishi was watching the exchange, his head swimming with confusion for the second time tonight.

Just who exactly were you? And why were you crossing paths again?

You first show up as a hindrance to his plan and now you’re here to probably mess up more than you already have. He was also kind of blaming you for the situation he was in at the moment.

At least you proved useful in distracting the guards and the commander so he could work on getting his hands free of the rope tugging at his wrists.

Looking over at mophead you notice he freed himself. You haven’t worked in a team before so you threw him a look asking for guidance on what to do now. What he saw was more of a weird face that kind of creeped him out but he quickly caught onto what you meant.

He wasn’t sure whether to trust you but he didn’t have the luxury to audition for partners right now. So, sending a silent nod your way, you let the fun begin.

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Mophead lunged for the commander in chief while you preoccupied yourself with the five guards in the room. You easily took out the first one by the couch at the side of the room.

Pointing your gun to the next one you pulled the trigger but nothing happened. You tried the other gun receiving the same response. You were left without bullets. Strapping the guns back to your belt you took a fighting stance. Hand to hand combat it is.

The guard lunged at you and your fist connected with his nose. A loud crack was heard and blood started seeping through his hands as he cradled his nose.

“You bitch—,” you cut him off by hooking your leg to the back of his neck, dragging him to the floor.

“Did your mother not teach you how to speak to a lady?”

He got back up and got ready to throw another snarky remark but you wasted no time in shutting him up with a nearby chair. The wooden chair broke to pieces as it made contact with him. Once he fell to the floor motionless you directed your attention at the other three guards. They started circling you from different sides. Showtime.

You let them come at you. The taller one came first, swinging a bat at your head. Ducking successfully to avoid having your head turned into a baseball, you went for a roundhouse kick to his head. He got projected to the other side from the force you put into the move.

The last two attacked you at the same time. One of them had a knife that managed to get a few cuts through the sleeves of your dress as he kept swinging at you recklessly.

“I just got this one,” you huffed disappointedly as you lifted a slashed piece to check the damage.

Getting annoyed with his incessant flailing about, you caught his hand just as the smaller one came from behind you. Kicking back your right leg into the stomach of the smaller one, you got a chance to take the knife throwing it away. You turned and elbowed the knife wielder in the stomach, directing another knee at his ribcage letting him fall flat to the floor. One more to go.

Standing face to face with your last enemy, you spared mophead a quick look. He was struggling with the commander as he was pushed face down on the big wooden desk. He quickly turned and got him into a deadly chokehold.

You didn’t even notice his outerwear was discarded and he was left only in a tank top. His huge biceps were flexing dangerously as he tightened his hold on the commander’s neck. Sweat was piling like rain drops down his arms and you found yourself drooling. You were suddenly digging the white mop of hair.

You were snapped out of your fantasies by the small garden goblin running towards you with a spiked staff.

Do these guys not have one normal weapon on them? Where do they get all this ridiculous stuff from?

You dodged his attacks until he got tired and his swings turned sloppy. Finding an opening you caught the end of the bat with your right hand and turned your left into an uppercut diving it to his chin. The impact was so hard he flipped back and landed in a star shape on the floor.

Just as you were finished with him, mophead finally squeezed the living daylights out of the commander and let him fall splat to the floor.

Sensing the ruckus, the guards from outside started piling up into the hall. You both walked towards each other until you were back to back. In other circumstances you would’ve loved the way your heavy breaths mingled and the way your shoulders shyly grazed each other. But now was not the time.

“Any chance you have a plan to get us out of here?” asked mophead. Guards were surrounding you from all sides and the only way to escape was fighting your way out.

“I’m guessing breaking some more necks wouldn’t hurt,” you replied hastily.

“You take the ones on the right. I take the ones on the left,” he directed.

With another nod you both got into position and watched as the guards descended upon you.

A storm of fists came your way. You tried blocking them as much as you could but five to one was too much to handle without a weapon. Mophead noticed your struggle and quickly tried to get rid of the three bat swingers in front of him. With a low sweep kick to their ankles they all fell over, hitting each other with the bats they were holding.

You were holding onto three bats with all your might, when two guards sneaked behind you ready to deliver a dangerous blow. Enishi intercepted them before they could carry out their plan, catching their arms mid swing and twisting their arms to an inhuman angle.

“Don’t you know it’s bad manners to hit a lady, especially from behind?” he said as they writhed in pain and scrambled to the floor.

You finally managed to throw the three men backwards, taking to delivering a kick to each of them. By the time you were done with them you were breathing heavily. You were a good fighter but your stamina was always holding you back. Mophead seemed to be more trained in that field though as you saw him cutting through the guards with ease.

Another five guards circled both of you.

“Give me a hand,” you said as you ran towards mophead.

He sensed your idea right away. Latching your hand with his you created enough momentum for him to pull you around in a circle to kick down all of the guards. Once you got both feet back on the ground you noticed the secured hand on your waist. Looking up at him you noticed he’s about a head taller than you. Feeling you tense in his hold he quickly dropped his hand from your waist and trained his gaze on the broken down door.

“We have to go before more come.”

“What about your crew? Are you just going to leave them here?”

“They can get out just fine by themselves,” he growled.

And with that he grabbed your hand and you made a run for it.

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Soft: Chapter Four.

—> Chapter three

CW: Slightly suggestive. Hangover.

A/N: I posted the wrong chapter by accident🤦🏼‍♀️my bad. This chapter is a little short but I promise, it’ll get juicy soon :3

I wake up the next morning to find Amelia already gone and a little note laying on my bedside table, scrawled in her writing.

“Early shift at work, gotta go. Love you x”

The second I make any attempt to sit up out of bed, my head begins pounding, a cruel reminder of the sheer amount of alcohol I consumed last night. Yet another stupid decision that’ll make me waste another day lazing around and not doing anything productive. I somehow manage to stumble out of bed and into my bathroom. Because i’m an idiot, I slept in my makeup, breaking one of the most important rules I ever set for myself; never ever sleep in makeup. Crumbs of mascara descend down my dehydrated cheeks, lipstick clinging to the dry parts of my lips.

I wash away the remnants, praying that a bit of cold water and soap will help me to feel a bit more like a human being, rather than a zombie. It does, but not by much. The next thing on my list is to eat something, a proper meal, rather than just bits and pieces of random things laying around my cupboards. I usually opt for what known as ‘girl dinner’, a random assortment of little snacks. My go-to has been pickles with some tortilla chips, and apple slices with peanut butter. Instead of my usual ‘girl dinner’, I make myself a small bowl of pasta with some leftover sauce I have. Carbs will soak up the alcohol, I think.

Once I have something substantial in my stomach, the hangover is slowly starting to fade. It’s still there, but it’s gone from unbearable to just unpleasant. My head still hurts, but the spinning has subsided, luckily. I open my curtains and the windows, letting in some air to rid the smell of wine and takeaway food from my flat. It doesn’t take me long to clear up, putting the empty bottles and packages into the bin and the dirty clothes into the laundry. Now, my flat actually looks somewhat homely, rather than a biohazard. Look at me go, I think.

It’s well into the day, almost 3pm when I decide to reward myself with some well-earned phone time of scrolling on the same three apps for longer than i’d like to. I get into position on the couch, legs sprawled out and open tik-tok, scrolling endlessly on silly videos of cats that warm my heart and stupid memes. I make a mental note to look into getting a cat after I’ve learned to take care of myself. Id love a cat right now, but the poor thing wouldn’t last long. I can’t even look after myself most of the time, let alone another living thing.

The ‘ding’ of the washing machine interrupts my phone time and forces me to get my arse up and finish my chores. I drag the wet clothes out and carry them over to the dryer, turning it on and letting it run. After that, I scoop up the warm, dry clothes off the floor and carry them into my bedroom to fold and put away, like the responsible, functioning adult i’m pretending to be. I’m stopped in my tracks when I plop down on my bed and see a suit jacket hanging up on the drawer of my dresser.

Price’s jacket. Shit, his text.

The laundry gets completely forgotten and I pull up his message from last night.

Unknown: Lovely seeing you tonight, dove. Think you still have my jacket. -JP

My brain begins spinning again as I try to formulate some sort of answer that will make me seem like a normal human being. It takes me a good few minutes of typing and then deleting, but I get there in the end.

Me: I apologise for my rant, I was a bit of a mess. Let me know when you’re free and we can arrange getting your jacket back to you. P.s. the party wasn’t that bad.

I hit send on the message and eagerly await his response, like a teenager with a crush. Fucking stupid, I think. The first time a man has shown me attention in a few weeks and here I am, waiting with baited breath for him to-

Unknown: I told you, dove, no apologies. There’s fire in you, I like that. And as for the jacket, there’s no rush. Hope your head isn’t too sore today. -JP

I giggle like a schoolgirl as soon as I read his text. My brain is screaming because the handsome man with the broad shoulders is texting me, but I take a deep breath to calm the giddiness. He hasn’t exactly left it open-ended so I decide not to reply and wait for him to text next, not wanting to get too ahead of myself, only to be let down because I jumped to conclusions.

I finish the rest of my chores, his texts pinging in my brain. I start to imagine what it’d sound like in his voice as i’m doing the dishes from tonight’s dinner. I imagine his deep, rumbly voice, the voice that makes my fucking bones tingle and brain shake in my skull. I imagine pressing my face against his neck as he talks, feeling the vibrations against my lips. I imagine his voice calling me that stupid nickname, ‘Dove’. I’ve never been called that before, by anyone else, but it’s fast becoming my favourite nickname. It’s better than ‘hot tits’, anyway, the name my ex-boyfriend used to call me when he’d try to be smooth. When I think about it, my ex is nothing compared to Price. Sure, he’s tall and conventionally attractive, but he doesn’t have the same attitude he does. He doesn’t exude masculinity and confidence the way he does.

For fuck sake, I’ve only met the man once and here I am fantasising about him while I pretend to watch yet another rerun of gilmore girls, my attention on him rather than the screen.

I know i’m getting ahead of myself, getting too excited, but I can’t bring myself to care. For the first time in a long time, I let myself indulge in the thoughts and fantasies about the handsome man i’ve only met once. The thoughts continue well into the night, from when I curl up on the couch, to when I settle into bed, hand between my thighs and mind full of his voice. My sticky skin shines with sweat and my moans echo off the walls of my bedroom. I’d normally worry about being heard by the neighbours, but my mind is too full of Price to give a shit.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 7 months

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Oh Rollo, you may think Raven is naive in her thinking, but I believe it takes a strong heart to be willing to see all sides of a person as a writer looks at the different facets of a character. Perhaps you should go out and have lunch with her, have a chat about your opinion on heroes and villains in stories. Should be enlightening to you.

[Referencing this post!]

Will Today be the Day?

"I refuse to dine in the cafeteria."

Rollo had made it clear where he stood on the matter as soon as lunch hour came around. He cited a great many things to support his decision: the noise, the number of bodies crammed into one room, his stomach's delicate constitution.

Raven raised an eyebrow at his claims, but tactfully avoided questioning them. This was as polite as Rollo was going to get about wanting a moment of peace and quiet away from the mages he so despised—she had to cherish it.

"You can't tour the campus on foot and skip a meal in the middle of it. It's not healthy," she had told him. "If you won't eat in the cafeteria, then stay here. I'll fetch you something that's hopefully palatable."

He'd been waiting on a bench for a little over 20 minutes now, eating up almost half of the allotted time for lunch.

What is taking her so long? Rollo expelled a sigh into his handkerchief. Perhaps he had overestimated one simple-minded bird's abilities to gather food. If I wanted it done properly, I would have done it myself.

As the remnants of that thought fizzled out, it was replaced by the awareness of approaching foot steps. Quick-footed but light, as if their soles were barely touching the ground. Almost flighty in quality.

Rollo looked up—and there she was, Raven jogging at him with a paper bag overflowing with breads. A light sheen of sweat crowned her brow, and her cheeks were colored apple blossom pink from exertion.

She halted before him, bent over with one hand on her knee to collect her breath.

“Rollo-senpai!! Thank you for waiting,” Raven gasped out. “It was a war zone in the cafeteria today, everyone clamoring for the best food items…! But fortunately for me, the ghost chefs gifted me with whatever they couldn’t sell and yesterday’s leftovers. They’re a little stale, but still perfectly good!”

She thrust out the paper bag. Loaves and rolls of varying shapes, sizes, and textures peered out from it.

Rollo slowly nodded in approval. “I see. How prudent of you to save bread that would have otherwise gone to waste.”

He reached for a croissant—and at the same time, Raven plucked a sesame seed studded bun and tore it in half, then into even smaller bits. Rollo stared. She scattered the crumbs at her feet, paying him no mind.

“… What are you doing?”

The girl smiled softly. "It's everyone's lunch time.”

Then, turning away, Raven cupped a hand to her mouth and released a trilling song. It was a wordless tune, just a few cheery, rising notes.

The eager flapping of many pairs of wings filled the air. Moments later, a plethora of birds descended from the skies. They spread out—at Raven’s feet, on her arms, in her hair.

Rollo almost choked on day-old croissant.

“Wh-What in the world…?!”

Some birds started pecking at the crumbs. Others—mainly the ones nesting on Raven—twittered in greeting. She giggled and twittered back, her tongue twisting into forms Rollo couldn’t comprehend.

"You're proficient in animal languages,” he said faintly.

“Just the avian ones,” Raven clarified. “… Oh, and they say hello. Mr. Pigeon mentioned you seem irritable.”

Rollo frowned—not taking well to the comments. Instead of returning the greeting, he asked, “Why are you supplying the local vermin with food? You feed pests and they’ll return for more, be it rats, raccoons, stray dogs or cats, or… birds.”

There was a collective gasp from the flock, even the ones with their beaks crammed with crumbs.

“Shhh, don’t listen to him. He’s just a little crabby today,” Raven cooed to them. “He’s not usually like this.”

They stared back doubtfully.

“… Okay, he’s usually worse.”

“You shouldn’t enable them,” Rollo continued sternly. “Whatever it is you’re telling them, it must be something foolishly naive.”

“Nest in his hat,” a blue jay declared, “or in his ugly hair. That’ll teach him.”

“No, no, poop on his shoes. Humans hate that,” a dove suggested.

“Want us to peck his eyes out?” a robin offered.

“I’ll eat his liver,” a canary said sweetly, “like the eagle did in the tale of the Fire Thief.”

Raven shook her head at the needlessly aggressive birds. She knelt, letting the birds on her flutter or climb down to join the others, then took a seat herself beside Rollo. A moment of silence elapsed before she spoke again.

“If I recall correctly, the people in the City of Flowers look after community goats. The stories say that goats will come to help you in your time of need—and that’s where the tradition comes from.”

Rollo snorted. “You think songbirds will come to your aid?”

“I’m not being nice to them expecting something in return. I think… with the passage of time, something that started off with a reason behind it just becomes natural and routine. Something genuine.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question.”

“Not everything has an answer,” she replied mysteriously. “… In any case, this is our lunch period so we should unwind rather than spending it worrying over the details.”

“Your feathered friends look like they want to commit murder,” he commented stiffly.

“Maybe they wouldn’t look like that if you hadn’t insulted them to their faces?”

“The offer’s still on the table,” the peck-happy robin piped up.

“Hmph. I don’t understand why you indulge these pitiful creatures as you do. There is nothing to be gained from associating with them.”

“Maybe you see it that way, but I don’t.” Raven folded her arms and tilted her head to one side. “I like to think of it like this: every living being is the protagonist of its own story—but because of that, it also makes them a supporting character in other peoples’ stories. No one is a hero or a villain by default, they only become that through the lenses of other’s stories and interpretations. That’s why I try to give the benefit of the doubt and second chances.”

She waved a hand at the feasting cluster of birds. “Animals too, are protagonists and supporting characters. They lead their own lives, tell their own stories, and uphold our own as well. They deserve to be treated with the same dignity as you or I.”

Rollo grimaced. He could no longer get his croissant down—not comfortably, at least.

“… You may see yourself as a savior, but others may think differently.” Raven placed a hand on her chest. “But redemption is not yet out of reach. Even villains can have happily ever afters, and not necessarily at the cost of ‘turning good’. Fairy tales have evolved beyond the black and white binary.”

Rollo eyed her warily. The birds all seemed to be holding their breath in anticipation for his response.

“… You speak like the heroes with bleeding hearts from those very same stories,” he said at last. “You think yourself superior?”

“Not at all. I’m simply an outside observer. I can have faith and make wishes upon stars because I can see the potential overflowing from each and every character.

“What a childish way of viewing the world. It’s a fool’s dream.”

“But a dream nevertheless—and if it can be dreamed, then it’s a very real possibility.”

“Hmph. Has anyone ever told you that you have the imagination of a child?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Rollo-senpai."

“Of course you would.”

"You have a strong imagination yourself." Granted, it typically involves mages being extinguished in a blazing hellfire but that’s neither here nor there.

Raven shrugged and stuck her hand into the bread bag and rummaged around in it. She retrieved a slice of milk bread and chomped down.

“… Are you really going to spend your entire lunch griping? Let’s enjoy this moment. It’s not everyday when we have such good weather and unique company.”

Rollo said nothing more—the strained conversation was over. Pointless and unfruitful, as he had suspected it to be from the very beginning.

Sitting side by side, they munched on bread and avoided eye contact for the remainder of the period. Bird watching and drinking in the day together.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Rollo Flamme #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Raven Crowley #disney twisted wonderland #Rollo at the Writing Desk #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions

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monimccoythings · 8 months

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Arlong x freed!slave Reader: Four encounters

This is during Arlong's time in the Sun Pirates, Reader is freed along with Koala. I'm sorry, I haven't seen the whole flashback of the Fishman Island Arc, I hope this isn't entirely inaccurate.

You never thought you would see the sunlight again. You had spent so many years of your life living as a slave in the dark dungeons of some world noble, that it felt like you had been there your entire life.

What you hadn't expected either was a band of fishman pirates freeing you along with the little girl that shared a cell with you. As long as you got out of that place, you didn't care who freed you.

The Pirates were rude and mistrustful of you, their prejudices against humans were too strong. But out of all of them, there was one who stood out from the others. Arlong.

If there was a word that could describe him, it would be 'bully'. While the others avoided you like you had the plague and only interacted when necessary, Arlong made sure to voice his displeasure to having you and Koala around and would ensure your lives were a living hell.

You were scared of him at first, how could you not? After everything you had gone through, the least thing you wanted was more confrontation. But the more time you spent among the Sun Pirates, the more you realised that after everything you had gone through, there was nothing Arlong could possibly do to scar you further.

It was lunchtime, and after years of eating only crumbs and leftovers, you were glad to have anything warm to eat, even if it was gruel. When you were about to take the first bite, someone slapped the bowl away from you, sending it flying against the wall. It crashed into a million little pieces. Arlong leaned fowards.

"You are a waste of space and food in this ship, human. We should have left you to rot in that cell with the brat."

You calmly got up from your seat, feeling everyone's eyes on you. "Throwing a plate of food away is a waste." You dared to look into his eyes, even if your body was trembling with fear. "Congratulations, today is the first day someone will touch your privates." He looked momentarily surprised before you kneed him on the groin as hard as you could, making him double over and drop to his knees in pain. Looks like Fishmen were not that invulnerable after all if they had the same weaknesses as human men.

The Captain, Fisher Tiger, let out a booming laughter. It was the first time he saw someone put Arlong in his place like that, and a human no less! He didn't saw it coming and certainly neither did Arlong, who looked as bewildered as he was furious. If he knew his brother well, he knew Arlong's interest had been piqued.

Some of the fishmen crew also started laughing at Arlong's demise. "Looks like the human got you good, Arlong!"

Arlong, spent the rest of the day sulking and in a terrible mood. He was also plotting revenge. How dared a human humilliate him like that! He knew it had been a mistake to bring you two along.

You, on the other hand, felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. You, singlehandedly had brought a nasty fishman pirate to his knees. The old you, before you were captured and sold, would have cowered in fear; but after years of abuse, of being bereft of every inch of your autonomy until you barely had anything left, you had nothing to lose.

The relationship with the crew seemed to have improved a bit after the incident, some of them jokingly asking if you would join them just to keep Arlong in check. Said fishman, stood as far as he could, glowering at you.

Several days later, you were just poking against the shelves for some bandages, when you were harshly pulled backwards and slammed against the wall. Arlong looked down at you and pressed each webbed palm on either side of your head, blocking your escapes.

"You will learn your place on this ship." He leaned close to you, his sharp nose almost touching yours. "I will teach you not to mess with your superiors." You looked at him in the eye, refusing to back down even if every cell was screaming at you to not defy him.

Out of a sudden, the door flung open and there stood Jinbei, who got very embarrassed when he saw you two inside.

"Oh, sorry for interrupting, didn't know you two were in here."

Arlong, who suddenly realised how indecently close he was to you and what it must have looked like to Jinbei, immediately got away from you as if you had burned him. "I-it's not what you think!!!" He exclaimed with a flushed expression. You couldn't agree more with him.

The crew sure loved to tease Arlong after the Jinbei incident. And of course he took it as well as expected; he was seething with rage, you consumed his entire thoughts, you were an obsession to him, each second he spent awake he plotted different ways to get back at you. You had managed to make him look like a fool in front of his friends not only once, but twice. His cheeks burned at the thought of you getting the upper hand on this battle of wills. One thing he was sure about: you would submit to him.

His eyes went wide at the thought that maybe his crewmates' insinuations weren't as absurd as he wanted to believe. He shook his head in frustraton, refusing to keep going with this game of yours, just the fact that you occupied his mind was another triumph for you, and he was not going to accept it. The best course of action would be to keep as far from your disgusting presence as he could so you couldn't influence him further.

After that second incident, you decided to dedicate your entire time to Koala, the girl that had been rescued with you. She was a sweet and cheerful girl, but you worried that having experience slavery at such a young age had messed up with her perception of the world. Not that you were any better, since you had arrived to this ship you hadn't had a good night of sleep, the nightmares were too strong for you to rest.

It was after one of those nightmares that you had your third encounter with Arlong. You knew it was going to be one of those nights, so you decided to walk up to the prow, maybe the sound of the waves could calm you. Leaning on the rail, you marvelled at how the sky shone with millions of stars like diamonds. Just watching them combined with the sounds of the sea, made you feel much better.

"For fucks sake, even at night are you roaming around being a pain in the ass?"

Well shit.

Arlong was laying against some crates that had been left around, probably sleeping. You hadn't seen him when you arrived.

"I couldn't sleep."

"And does it make it my fucking problem? Go bother someone else." What a charmer he was, always with a nice word ready for you.

"Sorry." You were not in the mood for arguing, you just wanted to leave your mind blank and admire the stars.

"You will be if you wake me again." Despite his threats, he didn't bother you further and allowed you to watch the stars in peace until you felt into some sort of dreamless sleep. You swore that when you awoke hours later, he had scooted closer to you.

At least your relationship was as cordial as it could be with someone like him. It was obvious he couldn't stand your presence, but at least he was polite enough to not jump down your throat whenever you came across each other on the ship. Maybe things were really starting to get better for you, maybe they'd really take you somewhere safer far from the World Nobles and their cruel regime, maybe you could really start a new life.

That was one cute dream. But it was just a dream, though.

You wouldn't have expected less coming from those slave owners, the only thing you would have liked was to have a little more freedom before it was over.

It was always supposed to end like this, you knew that very well. The ship had stopped to get more supplies, and you, feeling invincible, had decided to stretch your legs and go out on a stroll unsupervised. That's when the guards had seen you. You ran as fast as you could through the deep forest, hoping it would lead them away from the Sun Pirates and Koala. You knew your life was over but they still could have a chance at freedom.

You were so busy wallowing in your own self pity that you didn't see the sword in front of you until it nearly chopped your head off. You recongised that serrated sword, it was Arlong's kiribachi. But what was it-

Arlong slowly stepped from his hiding spot behind a tree. His sword moved from the front of your neck to your jugular vein. "Wha-" Was the only thing that managed to escape from your lips. That was it. He was finally going to do it. This was revenge for humilliating him that time. He would chop your head off, and then burn your remains, saying that the guards got to you first.

"Out of my way, human." He spat the word human as if it was poison, but he wasn't looking at you, in fact, he was looking at some point behind you. Oh fuck, the guards.

His hold on the sword, tightened, and you knew he wouldn't repeat himself twice. Obediently, you went under the sword and moved to the other side, running as fast as your legs could carry, hoping you would be able to find the ship and warn the others about the guards' presence. You didn't dare to look back, since the splattering noises and screams of pain were proof enough that it would be too much for you.

It didn't take you too long to reach the docks, but your lungs burned and you felt like you were going to collapse with exhaustion. As you were about to tell Fisher Tiger about the imminent danger, Arlong reappeared behind you, as fresh as a daisy, if the manic look of glee in his eyes was any indication. There were no signs of battle in his body, it was as if there hadn't been a battle at all. Or worse, as if it hadn't felt like a battle for him, just a regular stroll through nature.

Just a nod between the fishman and his Captain was enough for Tiger to understand the situation, so he ordered an immediate departure from that place.

You were uncertain about what to do. Should you thank him? Would he accept your thanks? Or would he act all pissy and scream at you? Not willing to delay it any longer, you cautiously approached him.

"Ummm..."

"What." His tone was sharp, annoyed that you even dared to breath in his direction.

"Thanks for... before, you know... saving me from those-."

He tsked at you, looking disgusted. "Why would I save you, scum." And then he left, leaving you speechless. At least he hadn't reacted too badly. Still, his nonchalantness about the matter hurt you. Gosh, you couldn't wait to get out of this ship forever and forget his stupid dumb fishface.

What you would never know, and Fisher Tiger would never reveal, was that the second he had seen you going off on your own, Arlong had immediately followed, like a guard dog. To the naked eye, those who didn't know him very well would have thought he was going to get his revenge on you, but Fisher Tiger had known his brother long enough to see that that look on his eyes was not one of bloodlust.

He knew what was blooming inside him. And he knew what he was going to fight against with all his might. Because Arlong was nothing but a stubborn motherfucker. Yet, Fisher Tiger knew what hid behind those cruel remarks and hostile interactions.

He knew it was love.

#arlong #arlong x reader #one piece #opla

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nattinatalia · 1 year

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Concept: Tres Leches goes missing from the fridge for a gathering all to find out EZ and Mia ate half of it and theres a little trail from the kitchen to the playroom lmao 🤭🤭🤭 (Make them like 6 or 7)

“I swear to you, it was right here.”

“Then someone must’ve eaten it because it can’t just disappear.” You tell your husband.

It was Maggie’s birthday and all she wanted was a small party, and for you to bake her a tres leche cake. Of course you agreed on it, no questions asked.

But you could’ve sworn before heading outside to finish decorating, you had left the cake in the refrigerator so it could continue cooling off for a bit more.

“It wasn’t me, I swear.” Jack closes and opens the refrigerator a third time.

“Bubs, it’s not going to magically appear everytime you open and close it.” You shake your head.

“What are you guys doing?”

You turn to the voice of your brother in law. “The cake I baked for your mom has somehow gone missing.”

“Oh, I took it out and placed it on the tabl- what the, where is it?” Clay is standing by the table now, confused like you and Jack.

“You took it out and left it at arms reach?” Jack asks. “Meaning my little spawns could’ve reached it.” He smirks, already solving the case of the missing cake.

“Jackman, I told you to stop calling them spawns, you’re just like Druski.” You walk out of the kitchen but notice a trail of milk leading to the playroom.

Jack and Clay following behind you. Jack laughs, “They suck at being sneaky, they left evidence.”

“Hush, your mom will kill me if she finds out I helped.” You hear someone say inside the playroom.

You’re standing at the doorway with your hands on your hips glaring at them. “Mom already knows and she’s mad.”

The three of them gasp and turn to look at you, cake all over their faces.

“HE DID IT” Mia and Ezequiel point at Sunni.

Sunni let’s out a shock sound and glares at the kids “It was your guy’s idea, I just helped”

Jack and Clay make their way inside the playroom to grab the kids, while Sunni is sitting down in the kids table you had there for them to color.

“I hope you know my wife is going to rip you to pieces.” Jack smirks, carrying Ezequiel.

Clay smiles, hand in hand with Mia, “Sis, don’t beat him up until after I’m down cleaning this little cake thief up.”

“Y/N-“ Sunni starts, wiping the leftover cake from his mouth. “I can explain.”

You nod, “Okay, explain.”

“Wait what?” He asked confused, most likely thought you weren’t going to give him the chance to explain.

You motion to the floor. “You three left a trail of milk and crumbs, you’ll clean that up.” You lift a finger up, “And you’ll have to tell Maggie why her cake is store bought.”

“But she-“

Jack tosses his car keys, “I’d start heading to buy one, mom will be here soon.”

Sunni stands up and runs towards the door but quickly comes back. “If it makes you feel any better, the cake was delicious. Evil spawns and I approve.”

“SUNNI.” Jack shakes his head in amusement watching him run out.

“Cakey was good mama, goods jobs.” Ezequiel gives you a thumbs up.

You groan, “I can’t even be mad at you, my sweet boy.” You smile and carry him. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

#jack harlow #heavyhitterheaux #jack harlow concepts #alize mia harlow #ez harlow #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x yn #jack harlow x reader

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sadboyeddie · 2 years

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Piss kink babay!!!

If you’re okay with that of course 🙈🫣

Lord forgive me | [1.5k words] | Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) piss kink, smut,

Okie dokie artichokie, here we go

✧༺ ♡ ༻✧

Friday nights were sacred to you.

Eddie has almost finished with high school, hopefully for the last time, and because he’s been spending most of his free time studying with Nancy — she’s a hard ass — you haven’t really gotten to see him much lately.

But even before you started dating you’d both decided that come hell of high water Friday nights were your nights together, and for two years that’s been the go.

You let out a small whine as you stretch your arms above your head, your back a little stiff from sitting in the same position for a long time. Eddie lets out a chuckle from besides you, his eyes darting between your chest being puffed out and the t-shirt rising and exposing your bare thighs, the urge rising within him to bite them.

But before he can make his move you’re standing from the bed and he’s pouting as your figure leaves the room, completely missing as you grab his empty glass on your way out.

You’re back within a minute, bowl of chips and two full glasses of soda balanced in your grip as you manoeuvre around the bed back to your spot, flashing Eddie a grateful smile when he leans over and grabs the chips from underneath your chin.

“Thanks, babe,” he smacks a loud, wet kiss to your cheek as you return to your previous position on the bed, your focus immediately returning to the TV.

Eddie eats most of the chips, not even noticing he’s shovelling them into his mouth with how engrossed he is in the film, you roll your eyes playfully as your fingers touch the leftover crumbs on the bottom of the bowl, already you’ve had to fill it twice.

He’s already drained his glass completely of the soft drink and only notices that when his mouth is suddenly dry from the salt of the chips, he turns his attention briefly to you taking note of your half full glass before he’s plucking it from your hands and taking a mouthful.

“Hey!” You scold, “what’s the deal, Munson?”

You reach for your glass but he waves your hands away and skulls the rest, doing it purely to annoy you.

He lets out a satisfied burp before placing your now empty glass next to his and smirking in your direction, “all gone.”

“I want a divorce,” you deadpan and he matches your stance with a shrug, “and I’m taking Dustin with me.”

At that his face falls dramatically and he lets out a whine, “my son?”

“Yeah,” you poke your tongue out, “my son now.”

“Cruel mistress,” he shakes his head softly, looking crestfallen, “guess I get Max then?” He smirks.

“Good luck,” you playfully laugh, your act instantly dropping, “she’ll make your life hell.”

Eddie smiles along with your laugh while nodding in agreement, “I’m surrounded by mean women.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “but you love it.”

You poke his cheek and he grabs your hand before pulling you until you’re sat on his lap, you lose yourself momentarily in his adoring gaze but in your attempt to cuddle closer you press on his stomach causing him to hiss.

“You okay?” You raise your eyebrow in question and look down at his shirt covered tummy.

“Yep,” he smiles before leaning in and pecking you on the lips briefly.

Before you can ask anymore questions he’s manoeuvring you both until both your underwear and his boxers are discarded on the ground somewhere.

He rubs the head of his leaking cock over your clit and between your folds, gathering some slick before thrusting inside you.

You let out a small moan as your head falls against his shoulder, he runs his hands up and down your back and holds you close to his chest.

“Can you see the screen, pretty girl?” He softly asks.

“Mhm,” you nod against his neck, the TV just in your eye line.

“Good,” you feel him press a kiss to your forehead as he continues to move his hands across your body, currently just enjoying you keeping him warm.

You almost doze off a couple of times but each time you’re brought back by the pulsing of Eddie’s cock against your inner walls, you bite your lip to muffle your moans as you clench around the intruding member causing Eddie to grunt in response, his hands momentarily gripping your hips a little too harshly. Not that you minded.

“Baby?” Eddie’s tone is soft, the movie is almost over and he’s checking to see if you’re still awake.

“Yes, Daddy?” Your voice comes out a little slurred, your mind on the cusp of sleep.

“Daddy needs to piss,” he speaks the words gently against your forehead, not wanting to rouse you from your sleepy state, “s’that okay?”

“F’course,” You nod and kiss under his jaw, “like being messy, Daddy.”

Eddie smirks as he places one last kiss to your hairline, he’s needed to piss from before you straddled him but he wanted to let it build.

He wraps his arms completely around you, one hand coming up flat against your shoulder blades and the other resting at he base of your spine, he presses you harder against him, loving the warmth and closeness of your body but also loving the pressure you’re adding to his bladder.

He lets out a hiss that turns into a groan halfway through as he unclenches and feels his stream start to shoot from his dick.

You let out a high pitched moan as you nuzzle your head closer into Eddie’s neck, instinctively clenching around his cock to keep the liquid inside you as to not make too much of a mess on his sheets.

“Fuck, pretty girl,” Eddie moans as the tight coil in his lower stomach starts to loosen the more he empties himself, “how’s it feel?”

You rock your hips forward, needing friction against your throbbing clit, “hot, Daddy,” you gasp, “feel so full l-like—” you suck in a breath before continuing, his warm stream of piss starting to slow down, “like I need to pee.”

“Yeah?” He helps you grind down against his dick, “you gonna fuck Daddy’s piss out of that little hole of yours?”

The loud, obscene squelching coming from your pussy every time you move against Eddie has you quickly coming undone, it’s filthy but it turns you on so much.

You let out a quiet mantra of “yes, yes, yes, Daddy,” as you bounce a little more on his cock, your moans turning to whines as you feel his piss sloshing around inside you.

Your pelvic floor and Eddie’s cock are not enough to plug you of the hot liquid and with every forward movement of your hips you feel it gushing down his dick and onto the sheets below.

“Fuck!” He curses, enjoying the wet slap of his thighs making contact with yours, “you close, baby girl?”

You nod against his shoulder, not trusting words to come out as he pounds his hips up a little harder, the head of his cock beating against the spongy spot inside you with each thrust.

You’re panting hot and heavily into Eddie’s neck, moisture gathering and making him sweat. Your bodies are now sticking together, a mix of different bodily fluids helping you glide against him.

“Da-ddy,” you croak out as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching, your neglected clit is begging to be touched but with how turned on you are you know you won’t need the extra stimulation.

“I know, baby,” he kisses your forehead again, “I’ve got you.”

With one last cry of his name you arch your back in his hold, your chest flushed against his as your lower half starts to spasm and clench against his cock.

Eddie’s quick to cum when he feels your walls constrict around his cock, the sopping wet feeling of your pussy along with sound of your finish has him completely emptying inside you.

As your pussy clenches and unclenches with your high you feel spurts of piss mixed with cum gush from your pussy onto the lap beneath you, making Eddie let out a tired moan.

“Dibs not cleaning the sheets,” you mumble into his neck after you’ve started to come down.

“Ah fuck,” he breathlessly groans making you giggle.

You let out a shiver as the cold air hits your body, the adrenaline wearing off and with it the heat from your activities.

Eddie gently lifts your hips until you’re kneeling above his lap, his soft cock slips from inside you and you both let out matching groans of over sensitivity.

You both watch in silent awe as more of Eddie’s piss dribbles from your pussy, the angle you’re kneeling at causing the liquid to drip over his flaccid member.

“God damn,” he groans.

“I think it’s time you get a new mattress,” you wince as you watch the growing stain spread across the sheets.

“I put a towel down, baby, don’t worry,” Eddie chuckles and you roll your eyes.

“So this was premeditated?” You accuse playfully.

“Would you rather I spontaneously piss in you and ruin the mattress more?” He laughs as he helps you stand from the bed.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you mumble, you turn to head to the bathroom but Eddie doesn’t let you leave without landing a playful smack to your ass.

“Behave, pretty girl,” he warns but you just stick your tongue out at him before retreating, hearing him mumble about ‘severe reprisals.’

#I’ve never written anything like this #so idk how ‘correct’ it is lmao #anyhoo #stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #my writing #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x f!reader

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lullabyes22-blog · 11 months

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Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - Snippet - A Smuggler's Tale of Woe

Silco shares a bedtime story with Mel.

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

Snippet:

Mel’s eyes search him, the gold edging into dark. "You've gone terribly quiet."

"I'm curious."

"Yes?"

"How often do you do this?"

"Take a Chancellor down to the Sumps, and have him until his legs give out?" She tips him a smile, artfully deceptive. "Not more than once a week."

"Oh, I don't doubt your ingenuity. But I do wonder if risk has become its own reward."

"What do you mean?"

"You remind me of a smuggler I once knew," Silco muses. "Brilliant fellow. A real head for business. Could steal a loaf from a miser's mouth, with not a crumb leftover.”

“Hmm,” she purrs. “He does sound familiar.”

“He knew he was clever, too. So, of course, he made his livelihood doing the undoable." Mel's hand is still in Silco’s hair, an idle caress. The rest of her concentration is on the thrum of his words against her belly: a whisper-song of warning. "His specialty was hefty hauls—jewels, spices, silks—that were too hot to handle. So hot, in fact, that they'd need a cooling-off period before they hit the market. Our smuggler had no patience for such tactics. His favorite game was to transport his goods at high noon—when the markets were at full bustle. A great risk, but one he relished. And why not? He was so canny that nobody ever suspected him."

"How did he manage it?"

"Covered every angle, didn't he? Smugglers are masters of timing. Like astrologers, really. They've a whole calendar of sunsets, half-moons, low tides, stars. All the celestial cues to plot their maneuvers. So our smuggler wasn't fazed by the hour. He knew when the buyers would be out in full force. Where the ships would dock. How the Patrolmen would change shifts. He'd plot every second in his mind. He'd unload his haul, in plain sight. He'd wait as the market crowds surged and the buyers closed deals. At the critical juncture, he'd whip into a blind corner—a blink of an eye—then slip back out. Then off the goods would go, still hot as sin, and yet so cold, the buyers didn't know the difference. And off he'd go, with coins in his pockets, and a grin as wide as the Sun Gates."

Mel tweaks a brow. "Diabolical."

"Sly as a fox, he'd say. The gods are on my side."

"Was he right?"

"There's a time and place for every god." Silco's scarred cheek nuzzles her belly. "But mortals do not share their calendars."

She is quiet for a moment. Then: "So what happened to him?"

"He took a risk," he says. "A foolish one, by his reckoning. He did the job the old-fashioned way: all by hand, no charts. When the Patrolmen showed up, they spotted the goods. Our smuggler was quick as lightning: he threw the crates back in the hold and gunned the engines. But one of the Patrolmen managed to clamber on board. A younger lad, new to the job. He saw the smuggler—tangled in the netting, dangling by a rope from the open hatch—and took a shot."

"And hit him?"

"Straight through the heart." Silco's breath is hot on her navel. "He dropped into the sea like a stone."

Mel's silence turns pensive. "Is there a moral to the story?"

"No moral. Only an ending."

"A smuggler's tale of woe."

"A smuggler's love of risk. They can't resist it. They make their living by defying common sense. They see danger, and they dive right into it."

"And that's us now?"

"Our game has high stakes. And it's in full public view. That's enough thrill to addle the sanest man."

Mel's eyelids flicker, a fracture in the sultry veneer. "Or woman."

"Quite."

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So very much on the same page, and I can’t stop thinking about it either. So, uh, here’s this? I guess?

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Usually, Eddie sticks to ice cream. He can squirrel plenty away from his job at Scoops—it can’t be called stealing if they’re just going to throw it away.

But the store has recently expanded into decadent brownie sundaes, and there are whole trays going to waste, and Eddie can’t stand it.

So more often than not lately, at home, after dinner and after Wayne has gone to bed, he smokes up and brings out the latest shift’s stash of liberated baked goods along with the last scrapes from a handful of different ice cream tubs. A plate for the former, a bowl for the latter, and one big spoon. He indulges in his high and his sweet tooth at the same time, slipping into the pleasant, hazy space of bite after bite after bite. The way his teeth sink into fudge brownie, just this side of stale but he’s found he can’t taste that difference much if he just nukes them in the microwave real quick. The way they’re *warm* after the microwave, heating up his mouth after the ice cream, making the next spoonful melt across his tongue, the mix of dripping cream and firm chocolatey goodness filling his mouth, filling him up. The way, after a few minutes, he can unbutton his jeans and the zipper takes care of itself, easing down with the swell of his belly like a sigh of relief. Of letting go.

In those moments, he lets himself think of Steve. The one kiss they’d shared before the government had hustled Eddie and Wayne away in the night, no warning to them or anyone else before it happened. He lets himself imagine that it’s Steve pulling the zipper down, letting him breathe, letting Eddie shape his own image now that he’s not allowed to grow his hair out anymore.

He traces the stretch marks that accompany his scars—marks that he chose for himself, not that anyone ever sees. There’s really only one guy for him, and, well… Eddie’s never found out what the government goons told his old friends, the monster hunters *or* the Corroded Coffin guys, but he figures the only two possible options are “dead” or “ditched you.” No way to come back from that, either way. So he contents himself with the Steve in his imagination because the real one will never see him again, will never have an opinion on his new curves or the red lines decorating his belly and thighs, good or bad. He never has to worry about that.

Eddie eats another brownie, followed quickly by another spoonful ice cream, lets it melt and mix in as he chews. He swallows, letting his still crumb-dusted hand trace lightly over the sliver of belly that peeks out beneath a t-shirt that used to hang off him. Shivers, because the skin there is getting so deliciously sensitive.

There are a few more brownies to go, and more than enough ice cream to accompany them. He picks up another, still warm. (The nice thing about the weed is that it usually lets him power through without needing to get up for a second round in the microwave.) In his imagination, Steve reminds him that he’s earned this after all the shit he’s endured and helps him shift so his jeans zipper won’t pinch as he continues to relax.

And Eddie takes another bite.

anon... i think im in love with u... this is too much... i don't know what to say

i think i need to run around naked in the moonlight to deal with my feelings about this.

i love how u write

the brownie sundays were the higher ups idea to boost business during the holidays. remind people that ice-cream wasn't just a summer thing.

eddie wasn't complaining, until he had to make the thing and it took ages. oh well, works work, and while its decently popular there's always leftovers. leftovers with the shortest shelf life in the store.

the tail end of winter and soon to be end of the brownie special is what made eddie really check in with where his body was sitting, without the bliss filled haze of his evening routine. his nights spent indulging in his sweet tooth, in his fantasies of steve, in the feelings the two mixed together stirred in his gut. it's heady and addictive, eddie doesn't want to stop. but the waistband of his shorts was quickly loosing its battle agains the sensitive skin of his pink streaked and scarred, stomach and hips.

eddie huffed, just managing to make the flaps meet. he strokes his fingers lightly over the skin of his underbelly. shivers, at how much he's changed.

eddie seems to take more notice his body that shift. he feels the bite of the seatbelt once he gets into his van, different than before. there’s a cool gust of air on the underside of his stomach when he reaches up to grab something from the top shelf of the supply cupboard. while he’s on his break he feels, for the first time, how his belly has just started to sit in his lap, how his thighs spread and fill up the chair.

he planned, like he does some days, to not take back whatever leftover there are. resist and start fresh, turn over a new leaf. fit back into his shorts.

but there are two full trays of brownie about to go to waste. and a selection of tub dregs that almost fill up half way when piled together.

he stows it all safely in the passenger seat.

wayne’s out till late with some work buddies and eddie has tomorrow off. the place to himself. he sits at the little kitchen table still in his work clothes, makes himself dinner like normal. then sets the first heated up try of brownie in front of himself. he imagines steve on the other side of the table. how he might be asking about his day, eddie would like to know about his. would he hold eddies hand across the tabletop? probably, if he asked.

he digs in, alternating between gooey chocolate and cool ice cream. without the haze of weed he feel the full force of its sweetness. halfway through he shifts, feels how the desert sits in his stomach. feels, more intensely than this morning, the pinch of his shorts. he attempts getting a finger between the waistband and the underside of his hip, but there no hope of getting it in. he takes another few bites of brownie, then ice cream, then brownie and walks his fingers lightly down the swell of his gut. he shivers, wonders what steve would say looking at him now, whether his eyes would darken, whether he would walk his own fingers across eddies stomach.

he signs again, brownie finished.

getting up, eddie loads up the microwave with the next batch and heads to his room to make this evening feel a bit more normal again.

spliff dangling from his lips he looks at himself in the mirror, undoing the button on his uniform and watching the zipper pull apart on its own. he lights up and pulls at his shorts, fascinated by the red lines left by his waistband. he traces them idly and inhales deep. his eyes roaming his now full stomach, pushing out agains the fabric, how the indent of his belly button is just visible. he traces that too, skims his fingers upward, over his nipple and bigger pec, up to take the splif from him mouth and exhale.

would anyone from hawkins still recognise him like this? he likes to think they would. his hairs shorter but he didn't have to dye it. same eyes, same mouth, his cheeks look a little rounder but, same face. same face that steve kissed, once, might kiss again, given the chance.

eddie would, given the chance.

he's starting to feels the blunt, hears the microwave beep. good, he's craving ice cream.

#if u wanted to keep going #in his pyjamas getting through the next batch #i wouldn't stop u #but ty ty ty ty for this ask anon #i seriously loved it #hotlunch #chubby eddie munson #steddie #weight gain story #ask #steddie wg #witness protection wg au

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