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reiderwriter · 5 months

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Hi love! How are you? I'm currently obsessed with your content and I was hoping I could make a request?

I have this idea of Spencer just like reading a great book and maybe his bombshell girlfriend just loves to see him read cause, of course he looks AMAZING, so she gets a little flustered and h@rney because of him, and while Spencer often can't believe he has such a gorgeous girlfriend he still gets all cocky and proud for how obsessed she is with him.

Something like fluff and smut maybe?

Also if this doesn't resonate with you feel free to ignore it. Thanks and lots of love!

(hope I'm making the request in the right place btw <3)

A/N: Hello! This was absolutely the right place to request. Thank you once again for sending it in! I made this one a little bit soppy and soft, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! As much as I love rough/dominant/ playful smut, tender smut does sometimes just have me feeling very 👉👈☺️ you know?

Find my masterlist here ❤️

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, mutual masturbation, tender sex, slight thigh riding, hints at soft!Dom Spencer

You were usually happy to pick up a book and read along with Spencer when he got in one of these days, but today something felt charged.

You weren't sure if it was the way his hands were tensed, flowing across the page like it was his one mission in life to take in every word ever written, or the way his hair half hung in his face, but he'd enraptured you.

You sat in a suspended daze, not looking away, grin splitting your face without a care in the world.

When he got like this, it was like your heart was going to burst with admiration.

“Y/N, you're staring at me.” He tried to make the words stern, keeping his eyes on his book and continuing to read, but you noticed his hand having to go over the same spot two or three times, noticed the pink hue of his cheeks as you leaned in and tucked his hair out of his eye. You made sure to let your hands linger, falling down from his ear to his neck slowly as you let them fall away from him.

“How could I not stare at you?” You caught his eye and your heart sang, kneeling up on the sofa next to him as you basked in the sunlight of his attention.

“I thought you wanted to read?” He laughed a little, fingers stilled on the page as his other hand cradled the spine in one. You felt ridiculous feeling jealous of how tenderly he held the book, how you desperately wanted his fingers to run across your skin like that.

You wondered what words he would read across your face, your thighs, your breasts and hips. You wondered what telling signs of devotion would be inscribed there.

“Spencer, please put the book down,” you held out a hand for the book as you said the words, and he contemplated for a second before giving in. “Thank you.”

You carefully placed a bookmark in the book - habit not necessity - and scooted an inch closer to your partner.

“Spencer. You are too distracting. I cannot read, and therefore, neither can you.”

“But I'm not distracted, Y/N.” He laughed a little at your childlike jealousy, the poit forming on your lips as you pushed up against him in protest of his words.

“I'm sure I can distract you if you'd like.” You lay your hand over his crotch then, slowly tracing your lusty thoughts through his pants.

“You're a brat, you know that?” He whispered, bringing a hand over yours. He didn't stop you though, but controlled your movements, showing you how hard you should press, how fast your movements should go. You loved this silent guidance from him, loved that he took you seriously enough to show you what he needed.

“Takes one to know one.” You winked back at him and his face flushes some more, a giggle escaping your lips as your fingers fumbled with his pant buttons.

He pressed a kiss to your lips and grabbed your hip with his spare hand, pulling you into his lap within another shared breath.

“Then I guess we'll just have to make each other behave,” he whispered, tugging your skirt up just as you managed to free his cock from his pants. He lifted his hips slightly to push the clothing down into a more comfortable position, before placing his lips back over yours, letting his fingers blindly find your center.

His hands slid along your skin with all the care and attention you were used to. He was always light and teasing with his touches, caressing you until the point of insanity before pushing you further and sending you spiralling into a fit of pleasure.

As his fingers swirled across your clit you moaned into his kiss, keeping your pace on his cock steady as you both worked towards your climax.

These lazy embraces were the highlight of your monotony, the bliss found in each others hugs, kisses, touches and caresses enough to sustain you for weeks.

You never could keep your hands off of him for that long though.

“Spencer, please, I'm going to cum.” You whimpered as his thumb dragged across your clit, other fingers exploring your depths now.

Your hips rocked against his dominant hand as his other guided your own still, his small hisses and moans only spurring you on and working you up, nearing your finishing line.

“Y/N, you're so beautiful.” He moaned, stilling your hand as his cock twitched, shooting his white load across the bottom of your stomach and underside of your dress.

The sight of him coming undone in your hand was enough to have you clenching around his fingers. He didn't stop but let you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, stroking your back and smoothing your hair out as you regained your breath and composure.

“I need to clean up.” You whispered, letting your forehead rest against his.

“We need to clean up. How about a bath?”

With a smile and a giggle, you pressed another lingering kiss to his temple before slowly climbing up and off of him.

“No books allowed, though?” You said, questioning the man's motives.

“My hands are yours, Y/N.” you rolled your eyes and dragged him up, letting him cradle you in his arms as you walked to the bathroom joint at the hip.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #mgg #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #reiderslibrary #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #maturereiding

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euphemiaamillais · 3 months

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hey! I love your blog and your writings so so so much!

I was wondering (and I hope it’s not disgusting to you but I found it extremely intimate and soft) how Sej and Coryo behave when reader has her period? How sex would be? I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!

btw I hope not to make you uncomfortable or sum!

<3!

mdni | period sex

oooh okay in theory i think period sex is hot (however i personally find my period hell!!!). i headcanon this concept for the roommates au—it’s a bit more difficult to sus out this headcanon for the boys in thg universe

i think coryo would definitely have a thing for period sex—he loves how messy and taboo it is, and also how horny you are, wanting nothing more than to ride his cock, or have him eat you out. i think he doesn’t mind the taste of blood, there’s something so possessive about it, and he insists it helps with cramps (that’s his way of being caring about you!!!). however, he’d also use it as an excuse to have shower sex, because i’d you’re going to get messy it’s the perfect place to do so—he can clean you up afterwards and watch as the hot water washes away the blood and other stuff. he also will use your period as an excuse to either put it in your ass (he loves anal and wants to do it more often) or, get you to suck him off. he loves how deep you take him because all the hormones rushing through you body make you desperate for him, your mouth wet with saliva, your clit throbbing for him to cum inside of you. and he does that A LOT. he loves how filthy it is, the blood mixing with his cum, how good you take all eight inches of him.

i do not think sej would be interested in that sort of thing, however he would be an absolute sweetie if you needed something during your period. if you had particularly bad cramps he’d always get you a hot water bottle and make sure to buy you chocolate (he’s heard girls crave it on their period). but he’s definitely a germaphobe and finds the idea of blood gross—but he’s glad coryo can take care of your other needs when you are on your period. he’ll definitely be so horny throughout, just waiting for your cycle to end so he can bury himself inside you again. he kind of loves that before you begin your period, you’re at your most fertile and so if he comes inside of you, there’s always that risk. not that he’d ever admit it but he loves the thought of you having his babies—because he loves you so, so much.

#coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow fanfiction #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth smut #sejanus plinth fanfiction #sejanus plinth x coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth x coriolanus snow x reader #snowjanus #smut #tbosbas smut #tbosbas imagines #tbosbas fanfiction #anon #ask #response #roommates au

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pluckyredhead · 2 months

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The Lost Titans in Canon: Rose and Eddie

Hello, friends! Are you ready to get your heart broken?

Rose and Eddie both joined the Titans during the 2006 One Year Later gap (when every DC book jumped one year ahead after Infinite Crisis) and first appeared on the team in #34 of the 2003 Teen Titans series. They're already buddies, at least enough to...hang out in the kitchen together, not facing each other and throwing oranges on the floor? This art is baffling:

What mind-bogglingly prudish teenager instituted that swear jar, let alone decided that "damn" was enough to qualify?

We later learn that Rose vouched for Eddie to get him on the team, apparently two seconds after having met him. Rose herself was on the team because Dick asked Tim to give her a chance.

Eddie is already protective of Rose, like when Cassie, uh...punches Rose hard enough to give her a nosebleed for the crime of being annoying.

Guys, you should...you should probably quit this team. I know it's just your first issue, but yikes.

Their second issue features a drunk Rose climbing into Tim's bed and trying to seduce him, and then Cassie showing up and everyone attacking everyone else, and then Marvin hitting on Cassie (I'm glad you're dead, Marvin), and it's pretty much just trash all around.

But it also features this moment:

Eddie has never recovered and NEITHER HAVE I.

Rose then confesses that she's afraid that the Titans will kick her off the team, since Tim doesn't really want her or Eddie around, just his real friends. (I could write a thesis on how Rose is afraid of being kicked out so she deliberately tries to provoke them into kicking her out, but this isn't the time.)

She hides it better, but Rose has never recovered from this, either.

Then Eddie gets hurt and Rose pulls they "Stay with me!" trope:

It has only been two issues! They're obsessed with each other!

But Rose warns him off:

Eddie continues to be ride or die for Rose, defending her when she's accused (falsely) of being a traitor to the team, and protecting her when his own dystopian future self shows up and tries to kill her. Also, Jaime joins the team and Eddie is wildly jealous of how much Rose seems to like him:

Rose 100% knows Eddie's right there and is doing this to make him jealous, btw. This is extremely explicit in the issue. She doesn't actually care about Jaime one way or the other (and Jaime tells her very clearly that he has a girlfriend).

Meet Rose Wilson! She has absolutely no idea how to cope with liking a sweet boy who is nice to her, so she spends an entire issue trying to make him jealous and making fun of him in a way that's genuinely mean! Oh, honey, no.

Between Rose blowing hot and cold, Tim and Cassie being just incredibly nasty to Eddie all the time for no reason, and the trauma of, you know, having sold his soul to the devil and being functionally orphaned and all, Eddie makes a very bad decision. He invites a bunch of civilian teens to Titans Tower, where they promptly run amuck. The Titans are furious, and Eddie is left feeling completely friendless and about an inch from being kicked off the team completely.

That's when he's approached by the Terror Titans, a team of teenage edgelords led by the Clock King, who DC was trying to make into a cool scary villain by having him *checks notes* fuck teenage girls and constantly murder people on-page as gorily as possible. This whole storyline is trying so, so hard to be cool and edgy but it's just incredibly tiresome.

Anyway Eddie recognizes that actually all these people suck, and refuses to join them and betray the Titans. So they kidnap him and Clock King proceeds to torture him.

Meanwhile, the Terror Titans attack Titans Tower. The only people there are Wendy and Marvin, who are non-combatants, and Rose. Rose defeats every member of the Terror Titans, gets Wendy and Marvin to safety, and then, beat to hell, walks back into Titans Tower to fight the Terror Titans again. Why?

THEY'VE GOT EDDIE.

Rose drags herself back into the Tower, hurt and bleeding, to beat Eddie's location out of the Terror Titans. It's such a good gender reversal of this trope, where the damsel in distress is an eldritch horror and the grizzled warrior coming to his rescue is a teenage girl. The execution of every single bit of this story is absolutely awful and unreadably stupid, but the idea in there is so good! Theoretically!

The Terror Titans manage to escape Rose's wrath, but Rose follows them to where Eddie is being kept: an underground cage fighting ring for captured teenage metas. The Teen Titans also realize what's happening and show up to rescue Eddie as well.

Rose saves Cassie's life and defeats Clock King, but Cassie is still like "Rose is crazy and dangerous and shouldn't be on the team" and Tim's like "Hm maybe you're right"...and Rose overhears.

Meanwhile, Eddie learns that Rose went apeshit when he was kidnapped, and is thrilled because maybe this means he has a chance! He shows up with flowers...

...and Rose is already gone. She's quit the team.

Rose is gone for about ten issues (she temporarily joins the Terror Titans, which is as unbearably stupid as you might imagine), and during that time, Eddie loses his powers and becomes just a regular guy. And then Rose makes her glorious return:

AND EDDIE LITERALLY SWOONS.

But Rose is not okay. She's becoming addicted to huffing adrenaline to enhance her precognitive abilities [insert eyeroll here]. Eddie, of course, is the one who notices:

I love that first panel in the last row. They've moved past the point where Rose can pretend she doesn't care about Eddie and Eddie can't tell the difference. The intimacy of that line (and that touch) - he knows her, and he's telling her so. UGH MY HEART.

Rose gets into another fight with Cassie, and it convinces her that she doesn't belong on the Titans. And, she argues, neither does Eddie, who has no powers and no training.

AND THEN THIS PAGE HAPPENS AND I HAVE NEVER RECOVERED:

Rose leaves. Eddie stays. And in the very next storyline, he dies. YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE WITH HER, EDDIE!

I'm not going to recount Eddie's death because I've done that already, but during this time, Rose had a backup solo feature in the Teen Titans book, and it included her hallucinating conversations with various characters. The last hallucination is of Eddie:

The next page is his last line: "...but that doesn't mean you'll never get another chance someday..." She doesn't know he's already dead. I WEEP. I WEEP ETERNALLY.

And that's pretty much the end of the canon Rose/Eddie story. Rose returned to the Titans in the next issue, but there's no scene of her learning or acknowledging Eddie's death - iirc she never mentions him again, which honestly I feel like is pretty in character. Her grief is private.

The comics Rose and Eddie appear in together are objectively awful. But somehow there's still a really compelling and heartbreaking little almost-romance in there, and now that Eddie's back in canon, I'd love to see someone at DC remember this couple, because they are so, so good together. (And imo much more interesting that Jason and Rose, who are functionally the same person and work better as two halves of the Eddie Bloomberg Defense Squad.)

Anyway if you also think they're neat, I wrote a sequel to The Lost Titans about them! You should read it: Five Couches Eddie (Tried to) Crash on After He Was Rescued from Hell (and One Time He Went Home).

#eddie bloomberg #kid devil #red devil #rose wilson #ravager

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captain-mj · 9 months

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Hi, can you continue the dragon fic?

Whether you continue it or don’t, I also wanted to say that I love your fics!

I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO POST THAT I AM SO SORRY

This is the last part btw

Part 1 Part 2

Soap fed Ghost breakfast. He was finally getting some weight back. His wings were much heavier than Soap realized so he had quickly upped his food, trying to keep him well fed at all times. Ghost would choke down what he could, finally able to get more than a few pieces of bread down.

Soap looked at him gently, holding Ghost’s cheek again. Ghost had also finally learned to accept the touch. Soap tried to keep himself in check about it as well, but Ghost was… fucking there. Again.

“Come on. Few more bites, yeah?”

Ghost glared at him a little but took a few more bites of meat from between Soap’s fingers.

“Of course, My King.”

“Simon.”

“Ghost.”

“Simon.” Soap repeated. “You don’t have to call me that.” He ran his fingers through Ghost’s hair, not to touch this time, just to fix it out of his face. “You’re freezing.”

Ghost shrugged and looked away.

“How does a hot bath sound? Try to heat you back up.” Soap smiled at him. His worry was clear. It’s why Ghost had a hard time staying mad at him.

“It would help. No real point though. It won’t hurt me to be like this.” It just hurt and made him feel empty and sluggish.

Soap shook his head. “You’re not comfortable. I want to make sure you feel alright.” He got up and Ghost expected him to order a servant to do it. Instead he fixed the bath himself, setting a fire underneath the tub so the water would heat up faster. It was close to boiling and the idea of sinking down into it was… Very appealing.

Ghost shook his head slowly. “I shouldn’t.”

“Si-….. Ghost. Get in the bath.” Soap said it gently and Ghost finally listened. He sank in until he was fully submerged.

Heat. Visceral and hot and life giving. It swarmed around him. Far too hot to be comfortable for a human, otherwise he was sure Johnny would follow him. He stayed down there as long as he could before coming back up for air.

Soap gently started to comb through Ghost’s hair. He was careful not to touch the water.

Ghost reluctantly relaxed into the water again. It felt so nice.

Once he was done, he was given a robe that was a little too small but wrapped around him at least. He felt weirdly taken care of.

Soap continued to dote on him even after he got out. He gently rebandaged each wound and kissed over the bandages. Ghost was a slave to his whims. Soft and pliant. Something dead had taken over. Crawled into his ribs and pushed out what he was previously.

Soap kissed his forehead and brought him back to bed. “Lay on your stomach for me.”

Ghost did as he was told, eyes closing. Warm hands touched over his wings, checking every inch for breaks or wounds. Once he was satisfied they were fine, he gave Ghost a kiss on the forehead before laying next to him. Not touching this time.

Ghost moved so his head was on Soap’s chest. He curled up a little so he’d seem smaller.

“Simon.” Johnny whispered against his hair. “Simon…. Simon….” He repeated it like a prayer. Gentle and soothing.

Ghost went limp and fell asleep.

His time mostly passed the same way. Soap doted on him. Anytime Ghost managed to ask for something, Soap would get it.

A fire? Of course. Gold jewelry for the start of a hoard? Absolutely. Soap’s undying love and loyalty? He didn’t ask for it but he certainly had it.

A king was on his knees for him. Soap was fixing his clothes and had sank down so he could do so. He then tied Ghost’s shoes, pressing his cheek against his thigh while he did. It was unnecessary, Ghost was fully able to do that, but Soap insisted. He kissed Ghost’s fingertips gently before double checking him once more.

“Alright. You’re good to go outside.”

Ghost nodded and slowly followed him. He was well dressed now. There was enough to cover all of his skin which was good.

Soap led him down the halls of his castle and introduced him to people. To different servants and knights and others. All of whom treated him with an intense amount of respect. Most wouldn’t meet his eyes, as if he could somehow smite them. Right now he could barely make a spark so that wasn’t going to happen.

They didn’t touch him either and their eyes lingered on the way Soap held his hand or his arm or just in general kept him close.

It was unnerving. But Ghost assumed he would get used to it like everything else.

Soap tugged him outside into the sun. The gardens were completely abandoned so he was safe to do what he wanted, according to Soap.

“Stretch out. Maybe try flapping your wings. I want to get you back to normal.”

Ghost flapped his wings once. Twice. He gave up. It hurt. His wings were really heavy.

Soap smiled. “Great job! Do you want to walk with me?”

Ghost followed him around the place. His muscles were unhappy with the sudden movement but he was tired of staying in bed all the time. The bed was definitely an improvement from the floor though.

The company didn’t hurt either. Soap had been growing on him lately.

Johnny. Johnny had been growing on him lately.

“The clouds.”

Soap paused whatever he was doing to glance at Ghost, looking excited at the prospect of him speaking. “Yes?”

“I wish they did feel like cotton. It would be nicer.”

Soap nodded. “Yeah. They were freezing.”

“Can’t wait to see them again.”

“Will you take me up there?”

Ghost paused and looked at Johnny. “Yeah. I will.”

Soap smiled at him and just stared. Unnerving. Too soft. Too nice.

Simon kissed him. Carefully. Johnny felt warm against his skin.

“Hello Simon. It’s nice to see you again.”

“I called for you. When I left. I tried to stay.”

Johnny grabbed his hand gently and squeezed it. “It wasn’t your fault Love. I promise.”

Simon leaned into him, drinking it in. The warmth. The smell of flowers. Everything. Especially Johnny.

“Going to take care of you. Make sure nothing like this ever happens again.”

Simon melted into him fully. He purred loudly and rubbed his cheek against Soap’s like a giant cat. “Missed you so much… So very, very much.”

Soap pulled back and started to kiss him again. Feverish and desperate. “Simon. Simon. Should’ve never left that day. Should’ve taken you home.”

Just like before. Little flames leaking off of Simon’s body. Setting flame to the grass around them. Never touching Johnny’s skin though.

They circled them and flickered as Johnny encouraged Simon to kiss him however much he wanted. Let them both fall to the floor and melt into each other.

Simon finally felt warm again.

#johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #soap cod #cod mw2 #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii

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rosedom · 6 days

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Imagine the most scariest looking men that towers over anyone with authority but then gets really whiny and broken once the doors close 😮‍💨

Ft. Diluc, Wriothesley, Ayato, Dottore, Pantalone, Alhaitham, Cyno & your ideas

Or like the opposite with the sweetest, kindest men who does everything for you including even massaging your feet after a big hike get so dominant and strict when the lights are off 😃😃😃

Ft. Thoma, Itto, Gorou, Childe, Neuvillette, Tighnari, Kaveh, Zhongli & your ideas

(is 🪷 anon taken? If so, I can be 🩵 anon!)

aaaaaa 🪷is taken :00 but 🩵 isn't ;; hi, blue heart <3

THE FIRST IS GENUINELY SOOOOO mouth-watering ,, and so is the second >< honestly . i'm a domtop reader blog thru and thru, but this genuinely is how i feel about most of my pairings (save for haikaveh and tartali tbh . . i think it's cos i see so much of myself in haitham that i wanna fuck kaveh, and . idk about tartali i just fuck with a submissive god).

like ik ur probably talking about this x reader, and i'm not comfy writing subbottom reader at all . not my thing y'know . but nghkfjghksjd;g ,, my fav ships literally have this dynamic:

cynari?? fuckin' banger, but cyno is absolutely not topping OR domming anybody in that relationship. everybody probably has some notion that, oh, cyno has so much authority, it definitely translates into bed !! . . just to have him be a whimpering mess at tighnari's feet off of nothing but some sweet praise. it's so dear to me, seeing guys who hold so much power be able to relinquish that to their lover (and, hey, if i get to see 'nari fuck cyno silly as a result, who's to blame me? not my fault i kin project onto tighnari. he's literally me)

thomato, too . . the best. the absolute best. but i guarantee u, behind closed doors? thoma is fucking him within an inch of his life while all he can do is beg and cry prettily. he's in charge of so much, and, sure, he's good at it, and he's savvy, he's cunning, whatever—but he gives up all of that to give himself over to thoma, knowing and trusting thoma more than life itself to treat him good. thoma's a service domtop anyway (he's me btw. are u seeing a pattern yet?)

wriolette !! how could i forget. i adore them so much, but for them, it's a bit trickier, since they both—technically—have that "power." so, i don't really know where my preference for wriothesley needing to subbottom came from except that i really wanna see a strong, buff man absolutely crumble in pleasure ;(( and i think neuvillette would really just like to adore wrio, to shower him in his adoration 'cos wrio thinks he's unworthy of it.

#roseyapping #also side note pls don't ask about dottore in the future i will not be writing about him ever LOL #(lighthearted !! not upset or anything c; !)#this was totally an excuse to ramble about my fav ships . .#teehee .

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captainofthedauntless · 1 year

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Hello!! I just wanna say first I love your work and your doing amazing and if possible I'd like a to request something.

It's my birthday today, and I was wondering if you could write the bayverse tmnt boys and how they would celebrate your birthday or their birthday's if that's ok? I love you and have a great day👋

Hi lovely! Happy Birthday :] I hope it's still the right day LMAO

(Thank you BTW! You are so kind and that means a lot.)

Post-movies HCs below!

I think they all go a little apeshit for birthdays TBH. They are very aware of mortality, risking their asses all the time, and love any excuse to celebrate life.

(Since you didn't specify romantic or platonic, I'll try to do a bit of both! I think the guys would make an effort to know their brothers' partners anyway, so if you're with one they're probably all excited to celebrate with you LMAO)

Don's a sweetheart, okay? Like, to his core. He's sweet and thoughtful and caring, so if you're important to him then it's important to him that he do everything he can to make your big day as special as possible.

This guy totally keeps a list of all the things his loved ones mention through the year that might make good gifts. Things you need fixed, things you need replaced, stuff you want to do- he writes it all down (literally or mentally, I'm not sure). So when your birthday comes around, he's got ideas ready and waiting!

The remote for your TV that only works if it's held at a Very Specific Angle, with a muttered prayer and a sacrifice of chicken nuggets? Replaced, and it probably controls your lights now, too.

You mentioned your computer running slow? He gives you a very professional looking purple coupon for one free computer cleaning, courtesy of DuzMachines LLC, signed by the CEO himself, Donnie Tello. (He looks way too amused by it, honestly.)

Or your hidden passion for table tennis that you only brought up off-handedly six months prior? Well, you better be ready to stretch your wrists, because he assembled a table for it and found a net and paddles and he and Mikey have been practicing to kick your ass.

If you guys are dating, he makes absolutely sure that he gets some solo time with you, away from his family. He leaves all of his tech in the lair (except for his phone and an Absolute Emergency Only panic button, because he's been doing this "save the city" thing long enough to know that if he actually goes off without a way for his brothers to get a hold of him, he'll come back to something on fire or someone bleeding or some sort of bomb going off in Central Park) and takes you for a nice drive. You guys go out in the middle of the night when the traffic is as easy as it'll ever get, and he puts you on DJ duty, and you spend a couple hours just driving around and enjoying each other's company until you end up parked in a quiet spot and he's pulling out a cooler bag of your favorite dessert to share with you.

He stutters a little, but he tells you how much he loves you. How happy you make him. How grateful he is to get to be yours. He kisses you so sweetly that it's even better than the dessert, and when you finally break apart you're smiling and he looks absolutely lovestruck.

"I mean it, you know that?" he says softly, cupping your cheek is his hand and squeezing ever so gently. "I love you."

Leo is micro managing the shit out of his family. Every inch of the lair will be cleaned and prepped for celebrating, okay? If he sees a single pizza box out of place he will be a bitch about it.

He really, really wants to have everything perfect for you.

He's really big on meaningful gifts. He works with April to get you a nice copy of one of his favorite books and writes a heartfelt little note on the first page, wishing you a happy birthday.

Or maybe he's painstakingly curating the perfect playlist of songs that make him think of you and burning them onto a CD, writing your name on the front in that perfect handwriting of his that makes it look like he cares about each letter.

He's the one coordinating all of Mikey's big plans for your big day, too. Leo makes sure everyone's at the lair and settled on time, makes sure that every gift is accounted for and wrapped, makes sure that you know exactly what to expect so you're fully prepared when you walk in to a very happy (read: loud) family gathering.

If you're dating, it's even worse. Everything gets double and triple checked. He makes himself and everyone else a little insane.

And then you come in and grin at him and suddenly the mismatched wrapping paper and clashing bows are more charming and homey than they are frustrating.

Leo makes absolute certain that he gets you alone at the end of the night. It looks like a really natural transition to you, but you know from the big fake yawn Mikey puts on that he isn't nearly as tired as he claims- and knowing your boyfriend, you suspect he had a hand in the comfortable privacy the two of you find yourselves in.

You almost call him out on it, but he's looking at you with so much love it makes your heart ache a little, so you decide to skip the teasing. (For now.)

He gave you a gift with the rest of the group, sure, but now he digs out a cute little box. When you open it, there's a bracelet in just the right metal to contrast gorgeously with your skin, lovingly shaped and formed and perfect.

He's nervous, but it only takes you looking up at him and going "Oh, Leonardo," for him to smile at you again.

"I'm happy to make adjustments to it, if you want."

"If you think I'm letting this out of my sight long enough for that, you are spectacularly incorrect."

He chuckles, and he helps you put it on, and he presses a kiss to your forehead so tenderly you think you may melt right into the floor.

He immediately gives in to you tugging him down to kiss his lips, too.

Obviously, Mikey has exactly zero chill. He goes a lot apeshit. We're talkin' hand-painted banner with your name that goes across the entire living area, a table cloth in your favorite color, every single game and activity you have ever mentioned enjoying all stacked up nice and neat so you can pick whatever you want. You want to play Twister? You bet, baby- he'll even go easy on you. More of a Charades person? He's rounding up the whole crew to play, and Splinter is damn good at it. Mario Kart? You get first dibs on characters and cars. (He will not go easy on you, though. He has a reputation to protect, birthday or not.)

Do not get me started on food.

This guy goes ham. April gets a novel-length shopping list, with your favorite snacks and all the ingredients for your favorite meal and your favorite dessert and he's making mixed drinks that have edible glitter in them. Booze optional- he's a mocktail master, alright?

Leo happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when Mikey does a test run of your meal. Leo proceeds to be stuck because Mike needs a taste tester, and "C'mon, Leo, it's gotta be perfect!", and "No no, just one more tweak, 'kay? Then you're free to go be boring."

(It was not just one more tweak.)

Now, if you're more lowkey, he tries- really really really tries- to keep it chill for you. He does. But he doesn't know how not to do a little something, so you're still getting some Chef Mikey action. Sorry.

If you're dating? Hooooo boy. You are getting smothered in as much affection as you can stand- and he's pretty good at gauging that, so it's only good vibes here. No overload from Mikey, not on your big day! But if you're receptive, you're getting texts right at midnight (despite him being on patrol, BTW) full to the point of bursting with emojis. He follows that up with good morning texts when he gets up. Then it's you coming down to the lair and celebrating and eventually, when things start to slow down a bit, he tugs you away to a secluded corner of their home for cute smooches and big hugs and "Happy birthday, Angel."

("You have a good day?" he asks, eyes big and hopeful and sweet, and when you say yes he scoops you up and spins you just to hear you giggle.)

Raph is actually the only one of the four with any kind of chill- mostly because he is terrified of ruining your day. Birthdays are a huge deal to him, and if he screwed up yours he would legitimately feel guilty until the day he died.

So he keeps it pretty simple. He's a crafty guy, so he might carve you a little wooden decoration for your place, or make you a bowl out of clay, or knit you a big blanket in your favorite color. It's thoughtful, it's either useful or gorgeous, and it's easy for you to carry home.

He's the one that keeps Mikey in check- tries to keep some of the bigger, crazier schemes in line, but he does it without raining on Mike's parade.

And if anybody catches an attitude on your big day? They have this guy to deal with. He takes zero shit. Seriously, Leo's getting bitchy? He gets one (1) warning look. Vern turns up and does anything even remotely annoying? Raph's behind you, silently threatening anything and everything Vern holds dear. Mikey gets too noisy? Raph's bumping his shoulder and having some silent sibling communication. It's all so subtle it's almost off-brand, but it's his way of making sure you have a good day. He's protective!

And if you're dating? Please.

He's doing whatever you want. You need a massage? You're hungry? Tired? Like two degrees too cold? He's got you.

You're having the perfect day if he has to cut his own arm off to make it happen, okay?

He's perceptive, too, so you probably don't have to ask for much.

The gang tries to sing and you look a little uncomfortable? "Happy Birthday to you, blah blah, cake time." And he's winking at you and passing you the cake cutter and it's so no-bullshit that everyone takes the hint but it makes him the center of attention long enough for you to relax again.

(And if you're not a cake person, he totally has Mikey organize another treat, just for you. He helps Mike in the kitchen, too. That shit is made with so much love.)

The night ends with the cuddles of your life. He gets kinda quiet, and it's easy to think he's just tired, but you look over at him and he's staring at you and he looks like you're built out of stardust.

"Shit," he mutters, nuzzling into you and hiding his face in the process. "Love you."

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stvnszlr · 4 months

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HEYYYYYY i was wondering if you could write some fluff for Steven pls :33🫶 luv your blog btw

um …. so i got absolutely completely carried away with this one … and may or may not have written an entire 1.7k words ……

apologies in advance if this isn’t what you were intending with this ask 😭 i’m primarily a gen fic writer , so i turned this into a completely solo steven adventure !

even still , i hope you enjoy steven befriending a lost dog :) typical poppy !

The rumble of rubber wheels on uneven concrete thundered down the sidewalk…

…interrupted by loud, rhythmic clacking over each gap in the walkway. Steven took a foot off his board to give himself a good push, speeding faster past the chattering school kids with shopping bags under their arms and businessmen in suits wearily making their way home.

The breeze whipped through his long hair, lifting the wavy, blond strands and twirling them around behind his head. A flat-brimmed hat smashed over the messy curls kept them slightly at bay, but not by much. The California sun beat down heavily on his back, his cheeks and shoulders already going rosy from its heat.

Down the sidewalk he rolled, gaining speed with each thrust against the ground. He grinned as the buildings and people he passed turned to a blur, only a fleeting second in his vision before they were gone, already meters behind him.

He began to crouch lower, really leaning into the speed. His smile grew wider, his gaze narrowing as his focus intensified— but suddenly…

“AHHH!” Steven hollered, eyes flying open wide as he frantically swerved to avoid the sudden obstacle that had darted out in front of him. His board wobbled underneath him, and the drastic change in direction threw him from the sidewalk. He landed heavily on the curb, crying out in pain as his eyes squeezed shut tightly with a wince.

“Fuck…” he whined, arm reaching out to tenderly touch his side, where he’d hit the edge of the concrete. His other hand scratched at the back of his head, trying to center himself before easing his aching eyes open. “What the hell?” he grumbled, turning to look back at where his board had landed. What he didn’t expect to see instead, though, was a scruffy, underfed street dog staring right back at him with a wide, terrified gaze.

Steven’s own pain melted away in an instant as he took in the poor sight of the mutt in front of him. The dog was trembling, obviously quite shocked by the loud disturbance that had just taken place in front of it. Steven’s blue eyes widened with sympathy, and he began to sit up slowly as his mouth drooped into a pout.

“Hey, puppy,” he murmured softly, turning his body to face the shuddering animal. “Good puppy… it’s okay,” he reassured softly. The dog didn’t move, but continued to stare at Steven, doubt and distress evident in its stance.

By now his skateboard was forgotten. Steven was completely concerned about the homeless pup he’d stumbled upon. He’d been in that position once, too— and a helpless dog deserved to suffer even less than he did.

He slowly eased himself into a crouching position, wincing a bit at the ache in his side but ignoring it for the time being. He took a small, hesitant step toward the terrified creature, but it quickly backed up as he tried to approach. Steven frowned, but stayed determined. Holding a hand out, he inched forward once again, trying his best to appear trustworthy.

“C’mon, man,” he pleaded desperately. He felt responsible for this dog, now! Especially after spooking it with his crash. Unfortunately, the dog wouldn’t be won over so easily. It seemed that its time on the streets had made it awfully skittish around people, and no matter how friendly Steven seemed, he’d need something more.

His face fell, the eagerness in his gaze crumbling. What else could he do if the pup wouldn’t even come near him?

Food! It’ll like food, won’t it? he pondered, the idea suddenly springing to mind. He stood from the ground, quickly jamming a hand in his pockets to dig around for spare change. Amidst the lint balls, wrappers, and occasional spare gumdrop… a quarter! One shiny, silver quarter. Steven held it up with glee, smiling at the sudden discovery.

He glanced back down at the dog, his brow furrowing. Pointing a finger, he commanded: “Stay.” The mutt tilted its head, appearing unsure and skeptical. “Stay here!” He begged, hoping somehow the dog would understand his intentions.

With one last forlorn glance at the pup, he scooped up his skateboard and turned to scan the street for the nearest convenience store. Only a few buildings down, a bright neon light flashed advertising cold beer, ice cream, and the like. His eyes lit up, and Steven took off down the sidewalk towards the shop, glancing back occasionally to make sure the dog hadn’t moved.

He ducked through the door, immediately relishing in the noisy rattle of the A-C that enveloped his sweat-soaked body with a rush of cool air. He swallowed, mouth suddenly feeling very dry out of the hot sun. No… he had to focus. What would a hungry stray like to eat?

He walked through the short aisles, contemplating cheap bags of candy and chips, but none of it sounded easy on a starving stomach. Probably wouldn’t smell too enticing, either. Scratching at the back of his neck, he continued to wander until he reached the dingy, dim corner at the very back.

Then, something caught his eye. A dented can of tuna— the last on the shelf— for only twenty cents. Perfect! His face lit up, and his cheeks spread into a proud smile as he snatched it from the rack.

Rushing back up to the counter, Steven quickly set his item down in front of the disinterested cashier. The man turned to him, an eyebrow raised as he took in the disheveled appearance of the young kid in front of him, and his peculiar purchase.

Steven gave him a hesitant smile, not quite reaching his eyes. He glanced at the wall of cigarettes behind him, scanning the logos for a moment before turning back to the cashier.

“Um… how much for a pack of reds?” He asked shakily, placing his hands on the counter.

“Buck-ten,” the man grunted out, swiping the can of tuna off the counter and ringing it up for his total.

Steven cringed at the price. Spare change wouldn’t cover that— and the tuna was more important, anyway. “Uh— just this, then,” he mumbled sheepishly, looking down at his hands. He held out the quarter, and the man exchanged it for the can. “Thanks,” Steven muttered, his cheeks flushed as he turned tail and quickly raced back out the door.

He hurried down the street again, making long strides back toward where he’d left the dog. For a moment, he thought it had wandered away— but then he spotted it, hiding in the shadow of an overflowing trash can.

Steven crouched down again, a few feet away as to not scare it off. “Hey, bud,” he greeted cheerfully, setting the can of tuna down on the ground in front of him, and his skateboard to the side. “I got somethin’ for you, see?”

He glanced up at the pup, who continued to stare at him with wide, uncertain eyes. He slowly popped the tab on the can, peeling off the lid to reveal the fish inside. “Mmm… yummy, huh?” He said, attempting to sound enticing.

The dog perked up as the smell of the tuna wafted over, and it took a few hesitant steps forward. “Yeah, there you go!” Steven cheered, grinning as he watched the pup slowly crawl towards him.

As it reached the can, the mutt looked up at Steven before taking a careful bite. Quickly, the dog began scarfing down the food, and Steven sat back with a content grin. It was obvious the dog was really hungry, and he was happy to have satiated it for now. It didn’t take long for the pup to polish off the tuna, then lifting its head while licking its lips, staring at Steven full-on.

Cautiously, the drummer decided to hold out his hand again, inviting the dog to greet him. This time, rather than backing away, the dog came forward for a wary sniff. Steven watched with bated breath, trying to stay as still as he could to reassure the nervous pup.

Tentatively, it gave him a gentle lick across the palm. Then another, and another. Soon, it was nuzzling right into his hand, and Steven’s smile grew even wider. “You’re so sweet, aren’t you?” He cooed, feeling confident enough to scratch under its chin. The dog began to wag its tail, a slow back-and-forth at first before it was nearly whipping with enthusiasm.

Steven laughed, a bright, bursting chuckle of joy as the pup rubbed itself up against his leg. “Shit, you gotta have a name!” He exclaimed with glee, now fully stroking back the fur on the dog’s head. “How about…” he hummed to himself thoughtfully, watching as the pup nearly vibrated with excitement as Steven became more familiar.

“Buzz!” He cried out, his laughter doubling over. “You’re fuckin’ buzzing!”

He reached out his other hand, pulling the dog into his lap. Buzz happily complied, standing up on hind legs and balancing with paws on Steven’s chest to give him broad licks across his smiling cheeks. The blond grinned even wider, happily scratching Buzz all over while dodging the wet kisses.

“Geez!” Steven exclaimed between giggles, nearly overwhelmed by the sudden energy and acceptance from the previously shy dog. “Not shy now, are you?” Buzz responded with a sharp yip, and Steven’s eyebrows raised in surprise. Buzz seemed absolutely open to him now, and Steven felt himself becoming attached too.

“Alright. C’mon, buddy,” he laughed, pushing the pup down as he got to his feet. He reached down, scooping up Buzz under one arm and his skateboard in the other. Buzz wagged happily, curling into Steven’s warm, safe grasp. Steven looked down with an adoring gaze, a fuzzy, comforting feeling growing in his chest. He squeezed Buzz a bit tighter, wanting to hold the pup as close as he could. “Let’s go home.”

#steven adler #saz requests !#gnr #guns n roses #steven gnr #poppy #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses imagine

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giggly-bun · 10 months

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Could you do maybe a ler!Alhaitham , Lee!Kaveh; where Kaveh has borrowed Alhaitham’s books without asking him and he’s mad ~ so as a punishment he gives Kaveh tummy tickles :D

Your writing is so cute btw I really love it :)

Thief’s Lesson {KaveTham}

A/N [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC] if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Sorry for any mistakes that i’ve made but i hope if you read this I hope you enjoy it. first request filled sorry for the wait my dear! - bunny 🔮

Alhaitham had searched every corner of his library, analysed every section of every book, searching for this one specific book. Today, he was planning on conducting some research within the Akademiya, regarding some of the desert structures in Sumeru, and in order for him to be properly informed about the matter, he needed that book. It felt as though he was going crazy, because he knew that he left that book on top of his desk in preparation, but suddenly it disappeared without a trace. Had he been hallucinating?

Grumbling lowly, Alhaitham made his way out of the pristine library and towards the sanctuary he rather not enter, Kaveh’s room. He stared at the door in complete silence, before barging in without a second thought.

Kaveh had never jumped so much in his life. With a shriek, he looked up from what he was reading to see the gray haired man standing by the doorway, a scowl etched on his face, not that Kaveh often saw him without one. “What do you think you’re doing barging into my room like that? You almost put me into heart failure, you heathen!” The blond exclaimed, hands waving around eccentrically as he pressed his hand to his heart beat, making sure he still had a pulse.

“One of my books is missing. I need it.” Was the flat answer by the younger man. Kaveh gave him a quizzical look.

“And what does that have to do with me?” He replied.

“I know you know where it is, Kaveh. Who else would be willing to take a book about the architecture of Sumeru desert temples, hm?”

Oh.

That book.

Kaveh knew where that book was very well, because he could see the sage green cover sitting on his desk from where he was. His heartbeat, for the second time that day, sped up at an alarming rate and he tried to remain eye contact with his roommate, as to not look suspicious. “Alhaitham, I have absolutely no idea what book you’re talking about, so if you could please leave and let me sketch in peace, that would be appreciated.” The blond said, hoping that he would just take that at face value and leave. Alhaitham stared momentarily, before standing up.

Kaveh almost did a victory dance, assuming his gray haired frenemy was going to leave, but instead, the latter proceeded to saunter around the room, scanning every detail. Kaveh’s face went pale.

“What on earth are you doing? I’ve already told you to get out.”

“It’s hard to believe,” Alhaitham started, tracing his finger along Kaveh’s perfectly stacked shelves. “,that after all these years, you don’t think I would pick up on when you’re lying.” He sounded… amused? Much too smug for Kaveh’s liking.

“That’s not true, how would you know if I’m-“

“Your ears go red when you lie. If I wasn’t so mad at you, I might call it endearing.” He stated with a chuckle, which caused Kaveh to have the same flush spread to his cheeks.

“Haitham look, I-I don’t know where the book is, okay, can’t you just believe me?” It was almost desperate, he knew he’d be in trouble if the other found it. Alhaitham had his back to the older, and for a moment there was silence. That was until he turned around with the missing green book in his hand.

“Oh, Kaveh.” The blond went pale. He started to back up on the bed, trying his best to put some distance between him and his counterpart, who was slowly inching forward. And then, Alhaitham pounced. Kaveh screamed as the gray haired man jumped onto the bed, and in his terror, the eldest tried to crawl away. His efforts bore no fruit, as Alhaitham sat on his legs before he could make it off the bed, leaving Kaveh dangling inches off the floor.

“Alhaitham let me go this instant! I am your senior you should have some r-respehehect! nohohoho stahap it!” The architect’s words got cut off my his laughter as Alhaitham used his two index fingers to trace the back of his knees. Curse this position for making that spot easily accessible.

“Respect? I hardly call stealing my property respectful, Kaveh.” Alhaitham stated, matter of factly. He kept his fingers tracing that horrendous spot on his knees, occasionally skittering his fingers to the sides or squeezing just above. Kaveh flinched at every touch, and he tried to kick his legs as much as Haitham’s weight would allow him.

“Ohohoho p-plehehehease- i’m sohohoREHEHEHE- NO! stahahahahap” Kaveh erupted into high pictched giggled when he felt the other scribble his fingers up his sides, keeping them way too close to that terrible spot on his tummy. Kaveh arched his back away from the bed and he tried to crawl out of Haitham’s grip. His flush deepened when he heard the younger chuckle lowly.

“Begging already? We’re hardly into your punishment, you should save your voice.” He said, and it made Kaveh shudder.

“Ihihihi dohohon’t need tohohoho- ACK! nohohoho puhuhunishment pleheheHEHEASE!” Kaveh couldn’t even think straight, it was as if Alhaitham had locked in on his most sensitive nerves, it was awful. “plehehease I-I’ll dohoho anything!” He giggled out. It made Alhaitham pause momentarily.

“Anything?”

“Yehehes. A-Anything you want plehease.”

“Pick a spot.”

“W-What?” Kaveh questioned, fear dripping from his voice.

“I’m going to tickle either your back, thighs or tummy. Pick one.” Alhaitham said. Was he insane?

“What?! No! I pick none, you’re not making me pick-“

“If you don’t pick one, I’ll assume you want all three tickled. So, I would choose one if i were you.” The heat that rose to Kaveh’s face was borderline boiling point, the minute the scribe said that. Pick between his three worst spots? He knew he wouldn’t be able to handle his back being tickled and his thighs would drive him insane. But perhaps Alhaitham would have mercy on hi-

“Five.”

“W-Wait you can’t make me choose so fast!”

“Four.”

“Alhaitham this is absurd! T-Think about this, I said I was sorry.”

“Three.” Kaveh struggled again in his grip, hands pushing at the floor to try and sit up, but ultimately, he’d lost all his strength to the previous round of tickles.

“Two.” He started to giggle uncontrollably, the anticipation taking over his body.

“If you don’t choose I’ll go straight to your back. One-“

“Tummy!” Kaveh shouted out, and Alhaitham dove for the spot. Kaveh squealed unceremoniously, and broke down into loud laughter.

“NAHAHA- yohohohou horrible MAHAHAHAN!” He cried, thrashing his body this way and that. Alhaitham squeezed the sides of his stomach and Kaveh pounded at the floor to find some release.

“It seems you’re very ticklish here, architect. Aren’t you lucky that it’s me who has this information, and not anyone else?” Said scribe asked, and though he said it with a straight face, Kaveh knew there was a teasing lilt to his tone.

“NOHOHO- stahahahap GAH! Ohohohoho plehehehehease Hahaitham! Ihihihi ahaham sorry!” He cried. The electric sensations were becoming too much and to make matters worse, Alhaitham was tracing around his navel.

“How sorry are you?” He asked.

“VEHEHEEEEE- GEHEHET OHOHOUT! NAHAHA” He broke down into laughter that was a frequency Haitham was pretty sure only dogs could hear. He heard the other snicker.

“I don’t see what’s so funny Kaveh, I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you, will you stop laughing.” He taunted, moving his finger to dip and scratch at Kaveh’s hypersensitive navel. That sent him over the edge and his laughter started getting hiccupy. “Now, are you going to take any of my stuff without my permission again?”

The architect couldn’t even speak, he had dipped into silent laughter. He shook his head vehemently and weakly pawed at the other’s hand. Alhaitham was ruthless but he knew the others limits and he moved his hands away to let the other breathe. Kaveh immediately melted, his face touching the floor and Alhaitham pulled him up to lie on the bed again, taking in big gulps of air.

“I’m glad you learned your lesson.” Alhaitham said, with a smug smile etched on his lips. “I’ll be taking my leave now, remember this, next time you think about touching my stuff.” And with that, he left Kaveh to think about how good Alhaitham looks when he’s so serious.

Stupid Alhaitham, Kaveh thought, he didn’t even take the book.

#tickle fic #tickling #genshin tickle #lee!kaveh #ler!alhaitham

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If no one is going to talk abt streamer Wednesday au then I guess I’ll just have to do it myself (I have a questions) (and scenario) (yes I searched up the tag to have more things to say) (not much wenclair tho)

What did Wednesday do after the massive ban (who’s her moderator btw ? Eugene ?) ? Like, did she just stare in disappointment at chat ? Told them that Enid is really important to her ? Had a talk with them abt Outcasts discrimination ?

Wait are there any Outcasts in the chat ? How did they react to the rest of chat’s fear ? Did some of them agreed (those who are not werewolves) ?

(A bit unrelated but I have this little idea in my head that Outcasts can lowkey sense when someone else is an Outcast (reason why Wednesday trusted (? I need to rewatch the show) Tyler that quickly) but it’s not like « Oh ! This guy’s an Outcast ! » it’s more like « There’s something about this guy »)

What about Enid ? How did she react ? Did Wednesday even told her ? Or did she saw it somewhere ? (does this Enid watches Wednesday’s streams ? Like the replays or whatever idk how Twitch works)

Also, you said that Enid is kinda running herself ragged (does she have any days off ??) bc she feels guilty about letting Wednesday pay the rent, but Wednesday has to notice that, right ? The bags under Enid’s eyes, how tired she sounds, the lack of colors in her hair. What does she do ? Does she wake up one day, looks at Enid being this 🤏 close to passing out and goes ‘you’re taking the week off, I don’t want to deal with a walking corpse again’ ? I feel like it would be kinda in-character. No idea how Enid would react tho

Assuming that Enid went like ‘… okay’ or had a day off, I kinda imagine her inviting Yoko & Co over (in the weekend cause they’re 21 and all (?) go to college (and also so she and Wednesday can have some not-girlfriends quality time together). Wednesday allowed it bc she knows how a pack friends are important to Enid and the wolf promised her that they will just stay in the living-room while Wednesday streams (what’s her schedule ?) or something else. Then, like 15min after they arrived, Yoko opens the door to Wednesday streaming room (I like to imagine that it’s soundproof) with Divina (that she dragged with her) and she just says « Hi shorty ;) » and leaves.

Wednesday just rolls her eyes bc at this point she’s used to it but chat, after seeing Yoko’s too sharp fangs and Divina’s unnaturally light eyes, explodes. Idk what they’re doing, I haven’t thought that far tbh

And the last thing I have to say is that I headcanon that Wednesday helped a lot for the absolute mess of a cult and blackmail that Morning Song was to Bianca. That’s why they’re friends to me. A little frenemies, there’s still some rivalry, maybe even some tension but they’re friends. If there’s something wrong, like serious wrong, asking the other for help is a valid option (Wednesday still mostly goes to Enid and Bianca to Yoko/Divina but ! The option is here)

Now that I laid the background :

Wednesday’s streaming and Enid’s at work. But are shadows under Wednesday’s door. Some viewers notice and are like ??? but before they can do anything Bianca just opens the door and is like ‘I need you to come with me’.

Now, Wednesday knows her friends allies, it has taken her a lot of time (years) but she learned and studied and them, she knows them. Right now, Bianca may appear calm and collected, or even cold to an outsider, but Wednesday sees that there’s something wrong, serious wrong, so she cuts the stream and goes with her.

Meanwhile, chat just saw some siren barging in, telling -not asking, telling- Wednesday to come with her and Wednesday did. They’re all panicking in the channel’s Discord (if Wednesday has one), like « omg did weds just got sirened??? » « she’s going to get killed !! » « yall i’ve heard stories abt sirens killing and eating people at sea what if they were true ??! » , an exact inch away from calling the police before Wednesday sends a little « I’m fine, stop dramatizing » or whatever

(it’s 1am and most of this hasn’t been reread so if there’s any spelling error, things that I’ve written two times, missing pieces of text or just a general sense of messiness then : sorry lol)

-🦎

Wednesday sighs after the massive ban and continued onward like nothing happened. The fact that she practically killed half her fanbase says alot so the people thatre left behind or trickle in know and are alot more cautious now

yeah definitely! while there are other outcasts in chat, there's smth different abt werewolves yknow? I mean there must be a reason for why they had to be in cages in nevermore

The outcasts are more of the warnjing sort, just hoping their streamer doesn't die to the monster living in her house

(meanwhile Enid is literally having her face cradled by Wednesday while they're both in bed)

Tho idt Enid would watch any of the streams, she respects Wednesday's privacy too much to do so. She does visit the room alot tho, so chat is low key kind of scared and kind of used to the shadow that lingers by the door and the thump of a tail somewhere off screen

Haha.. Totally normal behavior and not a sign of a potential killer in your house Wednesday! I hope you know what you're doing

(Enid's literally happy, her tail is wagging, just how dramatic do they gotta make her out to be 😭)

Don't worry tho, enid goes to work around the time Wednesday starts to stream and comes back by the time it ends so you bet she destresses alot with Wednesday

and she actually has alot of vacation time! The place she works at is pretty generous bc Enid is one of the long lasting employees so it kinda has been saving up. She just works alot bc it's a good distraction and so she can earn for the both of them (not needed but she feels obligated after all the Addams did for her)

As for the pack? You bet Enid is chasing yoko around, they roll around like little kids with Bianca and Divina chatting. They're having fun, good for them

And I totally see Wednesday and Bianca's relationship going how you explaining it!! They're alot more used to each other now but the signs of more and more outcasts being in Wednesday's life is low key giving chat a heart attack

Is aight lizard anon, im surprised people are into this au. Nothing much is coming onto mind but my inspiration here is beastars honestly LMAO

Hope your sleep was nice!

#🦎 anon #streamer wednesday au

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anonbinaryweirdo · 3 months

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ASKS YES YIPPEE!!!

🎵 Last song you listened to?

🐕 - What animal do they remind you the most of?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

selfshipping asks now

What are your names saved in each other phones?

PDA? Yes or No?

✨️ - What's the height difference between you two? What are your F/O's feelings on that?

swiss cheese and funky orange for the color ask thing btw.

🎵 — Stay Alive (Reprise)

🐕 — who. you??? a golden retriever, next

🍪 — oatmeal raisin. no further elaboration

🦖 — I don't have one :D I don't care much about extinct animals enough to look into them❓ but !! there was this one animal from wild kratts. i forget what it was but it was like a hyena thingy that coul stand like a kangaroo and to this day I thought jt was cool

selfship asks >:]

What are your names saved in each other's phones?

It depends, really... If he's particularly irritating, then I would either have his name or an insult, along with "DO NOT ANSWER." in parenthesis. other than that, "ajax 💚" or, uh.. "my prince 💙" will suffice, most nights..

why, "my princess 💚" of course! though, sometimes I'll change it just to mess with her. when I do that, its usually something about cats.. she just reminds me so much of one. the similarities are so evident, even though she'd deny such things — then proceed to compare me to puppies. I think the contrast is rather adorable, actually.

PDA? Yes or No?

i don't really care... just nothing too out there. a simple hand-holding or pinkie-linking is fine. stuff like that — but as far as stuff like kissing, or even hugging or doing any of.. that in public goes? I'd rather that be saved wherever straying eyes aren't present.

I don't really mind any of it. though - I know how Oliver feels about it, so I keep it to a minimum just for her. I do have my days where I like to tease her and test her patience, however, and her reactions are priceless every time! don't get me wrong; I stop if she tells me to. but.. you get the idea.

What is the height difference between you two? (What's your F/Os feelings on that?)

He's absolutely insufferable about it. I hate it, and I hate him. So much.

How could you say such a thing to the man who gets things off shelves for you? You wound me, baby..

You put the things so high up.

I can't help that you're so small! It's cute, seeing you struggle to reach things.

It's a six-inch-difference. That's hardly anything.

That's half of a foot, my love. It still makes me taller than you.

Do you value your knees, Ajax? Do you value any part of your body from the hips down? Be honest.

I do, actually. Which is why I'm shutting up right here.

I hate you.

I love you even more, princess <3

#ingot cartied away at the end. i just love them (i didnt get carried away i stopped myself beforehand)#they're not even married yet. look at them.#also hc ajax is like 6'1“ (hope he chokes) and olis 5'7” (just an inch taller than irl me)#il tag this later but THANK YOU FOR INDULGING IN ME #YOURE THE BST ILY

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ginnyweatherby · 2 years

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heyyyyyy it’s ME! do you have any headcanons about how julieta and augustín met? or the early years?? gimme some backstory my friend

Oh sure you choose the one topic I have the least amount of headcanons for. Jared Bush (the bane of my existence) has somehow implied that Agustin is both from town, and moved there later and I wish he'd make up his mind because I can't decide which I prefer. I like the idea that he's not from town but occasionally visits his family in the city, which is what I'm going with here.

Contrary to popular belief, neither of them were their first loves

Agustin had been seen with a few girls around town, and Julieta had many many suitors to choose from

Little vixen she was

Dating was really just a good excuse not to have to cook dinner for once

That was until she caught sight of Agustin who'd been away visiting family all summer, and had somehow sprouted up 4 inches in the span of as many months, and had a little scruffiness on his face that hadn't been there when he left

(She wasn't the only one who'd noticed. She saw the way the girls in town looked at him now)

For someone who's so soft-spoken, she's also very stubborn and knows what she wants

And she wasn't about to let any of those other girls take a bite out of him

So she made the first move

Agustin was shocked, he'd always thought she was pretty of course (she is) but never expected she'd actually go out with him.

Pepa made sure to be on her best behavior so that the weather was good for their date

(Not that they'd mind a bit of rain.)

The date was a disaster because of course it was

Agustin was sure she'd never give him a second chance after he somehow managed to both twist his ankle while pulling out her chair, and also spill his drink down the front of himself big mood

He was proven wrong when Julieta kissed him goodnight and asked when she'd get to see him again.

They took to each other quickly, seldom seen apart after that

Pepa and Bruno both love and are annoyed with Agustin's constant presence

Bruno of course knows Agustin is The One from seeing it in visions, but he still loves teasing his sister about her new boyfriend.

They go on lots of casual dates, like picnics, but they also enjoy fancier ones that include dressing up and going out somewhere that doesn't require Julieta to cook and makes Agustin's wallet cry.

Alma has caught them making out on the couch more times than she cares to admit

The same goes for Agustin's parents

And even more of the same for Pepa and Bruno, who are certain the couple never breathes their own air, just whatever the other is letting out because "dammit Julieta, not again!!!!!"

He takes her to the city at some point and she loves the shopping, but hates how fast-paced it all seems

She'd never in a million years want to live there, but doesn't mind the occasional visit to see his grandparents and cousins

(All of whom adore her btw. But then again, who wouldn't?)

When she's in town healing villagers, he sits beside her to keep her company

Sometimes they talk, sometimes he sneaks treats, and sometimes they have people awkwardly clearing their throats because they way they're looking at each other is not appropriate in mixed company.

He cooks for her sometimes, which she loves, even if he does make a mess

His hot chocolate is much better than hers

Everyone knows it, but no one will admit it.

When Agustin asks Alma for her blessing, she nearly bursts into tears at the spot and gives him a huge hug

Mutters something about her son, which Bruno finds extremely insulting fjdjsjdf

He never gets the chance to propose though...

Because Julieta does it first

And Agustin is an absolute blubbering mess

But he says yes

And now she's a blubbering mess as well.

He doesn't twist his ankle pulling out her chair anymore.

#i haven't done headcanons like this in forever #ask #lumiereandcogsworth #disney #encanto #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #agustin madrigal #otp: ay agustín

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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Eyyo!!! I saw your event and thought it looked really neat, so I decided to send something in! No pressure to do it or anything tho!^^ I have a hc that sometimes when they think Tsukishima is being an especially sassy stick in the mud, or they're just feeling particularly mischievous, Noya and Tanaka will use tickling as a way to cheat and make him laugh at their dumb jokes, so maybe you could do something with that? I hope your day is going well btw!^^ 💖

~~Send Me A Headcanon and I’ll write a dabble for it! ~~

Hey friend! This headcanon was absolutely precious, and it gives me the chance to break out some silly jokes! I've gotcha covered! I hope you're doing well aswell!

“Hey, Tsukishima!”

“Tsukishima, look at us!”

“Tsukishima!”

Said man’s brow twitched, and he let out a sigh of frustration at the two idiots yelling for his attention. Earlier he caught a sneak peek of their “act”, the pair hitting Hinata and Kageyama with relentless puns and jokes until the redhead was in tears and the setter was nearly on the ground.

He had no idea what made them laugh so hard- the jokes weren’t even that funny.

“Tsukishima!”

“Look over here!”

“Blonde boy!”

“Vanilla wafer!”

“Glasses!”

“Titan boy!”

“Dino Nugget King!”

“Oh my god WHAT?” Tsukishima finally snapped, turning around to glare-

“GAH!” He squawked upon seeing them within inches of his own face. “Good grief, what do you two want?”

“Someone’s grumpy today!” Tanaka shared a grin with Noya, the pair quickly taking their spots beside the irritated middle blocker. “Shall we tell him our best jokes?”

“But of course! Ready to laugh, Tsukki?”

“If by laugh you mean develop a migraine, then no.” He tried to walk away, but he was quickly intercepted by wiggling fingers. “Gh- No! Stop it!”

“Not until you laugh at our jokes! Ready?” Tanaka grinned. “What do you call someone who confesses to an imposter?”

“T-Tanaka!”

“A telephony!”

“Shut up-”

“How do you make an octopus laugh?”

“I don’t cahhare-”

“Ten-tickles!”

Tsukishima wanted the floor to swallow him whole. He could feel the traitorous giggles climbing up his throat, threatening to explode past his thin-pressed lips. The jokes didn’t help; somehow the tickling made them even funnier. It wasn’t long before soft huffs of laughter started pushing past his lips.

“Oh, he’s starting to crack!” Noya cheered, going for the kill as he brought his hands to Tsukishima’s stomach. “Come on, you know you want to laugh!”

“Yeah! Come on Tsukki- admit it’s funny!” Tanaka cheered, catching the other’s wrists and pulling them up and out of the way, giving the smallest member even more spots to tickle.

“Sh-Pfft ahehahahahhahahaha! Coohohoohme ooohohohohon! Dohohohohohn’t!” The giggles won out. Soon he was laughing just as much as the others, their relentless jokes coming at him with each new spot they tickled.

In the end, Tsukishima laughed at every joke- though admittedly it was hard to tell which ones he genuinely found funny.

#headcanons to dabbles #haikyuu!!#tsukishima kei #tanaka ryousei #nishinoya yuu #tickle #tickle dabble #fluff #endings are hard akljrekeakjrkjae #But I hope you like it! :D #friend :3

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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I've been thinking a lot about your most recent Itto dabble (which bless you for that BTW) and I feel like when things are hot and heavy for the first time, Itto's busy fingering you to within an inch of your life, you're close, so naturally you give him a heads up and say "I'm coming, don't stop...!"

Itto stops, and you could almost cry as the orgasm you could almost taste just is absolutely gone. You glare up at Itto, because why the fuck did he stop, only to see he looks super confused.

He asks "did you just say you were coming?"

You, very frustrated, grit out "yes, why did you stop?!"

Itto looks more confused. "You're coming where?"

You have no idea what's even happening, so naturally you ask, very eloquently, "what?"

Itto, still looking confused, looks down at where you're laid out on the bed, catching your breath. "But you're already here."

You are officially completely lost, so you once again ask "...what?"

Itto continues: "You can't come here because you're already here. How can you come when you're here?"

You and Itto stare at each other as you attempt to get your brain online to process this sentence.

"Itto," you start tentatively, "I was about to orgasm. I was about to come. "

You watch his face as he processes, then like a lightbulb on its last legs, a flickering understanding sputters to life on his face.

"ohhhh," he says, "I get it. You were about to orgasm so you could go somewhere then come back, right?"

You stare up at him and wonder how he ever reached that conclusion.

(this started from a crackfic idea of exactly how much of a himbo Itto is, and at the very least I hope it makes you laugh)

this is actually what happens, i think. bless him. i love him so much. he is just trying his best but he has no thoughts, head empty! beloved himbo oni

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting #not sfw text

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pixxxieland · 2 years

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EDDIE MUNSON| Neighbours (final) pt.3

authors note: this took me so long. smut is so hard to write. btw this is unedited and idk if i liked the ending. anyways enjoy. probably will write some one shots idk

warning: smut, drugs, language 18+ plz

EDDIE POV

As soon as the door closes i can’t help but throw a couple celebratory kicks and punches in the air. The air feels thick, it smells of her menthol cigarettes, weed, and her perfume. Smells like heaven, my hand goes up behind my back to pull my white hellfire shirt over my head. “ Fuck, one kiss can’t hurt.” not bothering to put the shirt back on i run to my door opening it quickly to be surprised with y/n also ripping her door open. I can’t help but stare at her in awe, she is absolutely perfect… her white sock scrunched around her ankles she has a couple thin beaded anklets wrapped around her right ankle, her shirt is way too big for her it seems like it’s going to swallow her whole. She steps closer towards me, i do the same i would do anything to be closer to her again, “ hi.” her quiet little voice is music.

“ can’t sleep?” i say cooly, not wanting her to know how much of fuckin goon i am. Her feet shuffled a little bit closer to me, those green eyes glazed and bloodshot squinting a little bit under the guise of a nervous smile. I take my time analyzing every inch of her beautiful face, taking notice of all the tiny things that catch my attention, the little tendrils of brown curls that hang by her face that she sweeps behind her ears so often, the freckles sprinkled on her button nose. Among my favourite things, the little gold hoop in her septum and nostril piercing, the tattoos that cover most of her skin. But her smile… god that is perfect, it shows her perfect little fangs.

Looking down at her white cotton socked feet smiling, she sweeps her arm up and tucks a curl behind her ear. “ no, i don’t think so… not without a kiss.” Y/n’s eyes brimming with lust as well as hesitation, so she had the same idea… i wanted to take things slow- to not scare her off but it seems as though she is a infatuated as i. Not to say i haven’t like girls before, or that i haven’t been with any- but it’s her, i can’t stay away. The week after or first meeting i blared music at all hours, early morning, late at night just to get her attention in hopes that she would come tell me to ‘shut the fuck up’ but she didn’t. I really could bare rejection from her in any form.

“ A good nights kiss it is then.” and with that our mouths collide in a frenzy of kisses, teeth clashing, tongues dancing, her spit-sweet as candy. She takes my bottom lip between her teeth and gives it a tug drawing a spot of blood, “ ouch.” i say pulling away from the kiss to touch my finger to my bloodied lip. Her hands slip around my face to pull me closer, her tongue slips out of her mouth and swipes across my own licking up the blood.

fuck

“ i’ll be having sweet dreams tonight, Munson.” her hands drop to her sides, mine slide down to find her hips and give a small squeeze. I can’t help but swoop down to cradle her face and plant a kiss on her forehead.

“ can i see you in the morning?” she says before turning to walk back into her apartment, i give her a nod before retreating to mine. “ obnoxious satan worshipping music starts playin at 7, right?” she poorly winks at me. Her small body leaning again the door frame,

“ i could have kissed you a lot sooner if you hated my music that much. I think you like it, you didn’t come to complain.” my hand pushes through my hair and i shrug. y/n rolls her eyes and closes her door, “ whatever Munson.” could be heard faintly through her door.

the next morning

Y/N POV

You had tossed and turned all night thinking about Eddie, the kiss you shared, the chemistry between you two. It’s electric, you hadn’t been around a group of people and Eddie but you’re pretty sure that you would still be drawn to him… Since Eddie normally plays his music obnoxiously loud in the morning, you decide it’s your turn, your feet bare feet hit the cold floor and scurry over to your sound system, Robin had made you a mixtape of all the music you guys listen to well you’re together.

Don’t you- Simple Minds the popular song from the movie Breakfast club is the first song, in anticipation you unlock your front door hoping that Eddie will respond to your loud music. Retreating to the kitchen the idea of making Eddie breakfast rolls around in your mind, you could keep it simple and make him some pancakes, although you don’t have maple syrup… “ i wonder how he’d feel about strawberries and whipped cream?” you say aloud while grabbing ingredients from the fridge, a couple days ago you had gone to the farmers market and purchased too many strawberries, at least they’re getting used and not thrown away after going bad in a few days.

You’re standing again the counter with almost all of you kitchen utensils out on any flat surface in the kitchen, with knife in hand slicing up the berries on a wooden cutting board swaying and singing with the song, you pop the red fruit in your mouth feeling the juices burst on your tongue. The music had been turned up so loud that you couldn’t hear Eddie sneak in the front door and slink up behind you. His ringed hands slip around your waist and wraps his body around yours finding a comfy spot in the crook of your neck, before heading to bed last night you had decided to tame your messy curls into two little space buns on top of your head, you weren’t sure if they would hold over night but it was a way to get the unruly shit out of your face. You were pretty surprised to see that they did i fact make it through your night of tossing an turning.

“ mm- i like these little buns. Y’look like princess leia.” Eddie mumbles against your extended neck. He places hot little kisses all over your throat and shoulder. You snort ready to correct him, “ Princess Leia had braided buns that sat at ear level, my buns are at the top of my head, i am an alien- and these” you put down the knife and point to the two buns, “are my space buns.”

“ fine, fine, space buns- whatever my little martian. you look cute.” Eddie let go of your waist and moves toward the counter beside you, he leans against it still shirtless and in a pair of back jeans. Did he sleep in jeans? your eyes can’t seem to look away from his naked torso, he’s quite pale, there is a few black outlined tattoos across his arms and rib cage, one on his chest. your eyes trail up his body and to his face. His lip is a little fat and there is still some dried blood on the corner of his mouth, right where you left it.

“ did you sleep in your jeans?” your eyes settling on his bare abdomen, the little trail of hair leading down beneath his jeans. He isn’t overly muscly but he is toned he has light abs that are highlighted when he moves or stretches. Honestly you’re still in awe that he even wanted to be around you- let alone kiss you.

“ No, i slept naked…” a smirk plays against his lips and his eyebrows raise in a playful way challenging you, “ i just didn’t think the whole apartment building needed to see me naked coming over to your place first this in the morning.” Eddie takes a step toward you, leans down and places a kiss on top of your head. There they are, the swarm of butterflies are back, they circle your stomach leaving a warm pit there.

“ o-oh, yeah i guess people don’t need to see that- huh.” he makes you nervous, the words can’t seem to come out confidently. He continues to watch you as you make breakfast, handing you utensils every once in awhile but mostly just disrupting the process with kisses and being in the way.

“ do you like to cook?” he inquires while sitting on the stool in your kitchen in front of the window with a cup of coffee and a cigarette resting between his fingers. Eddie looks so good like this, it feels like he belongs here in your home shirtless waiting for you to tell him breakfast is ready. you’re not much for ‘domestic bliss’ but something just feels right with Eddie, he feels like home.

“ yeah actually, i find it pretty calming. i prefer baking- you just follow a recipe and everything is perfect and it turns out right. i wish everything was like that, life especially i guess… i don’t know what i’m talking about. yes. i like to cook.” Eddie listens closely to what you say to him, he doesn’t judge but it seems as though he understands.

“ no, no i get it. it’s the same with my music. i just sit down and i play my guitar and all is right with the world, y’know? it’s kind of a similar thing, if i don’t play the right chords it’s doesn’t sound right… i’m just following a music recipe.” so he does understand you a little. the pancakes are almost done and his practically salivating watching you flip the last pancake over in the pan. the apartment smells like vanilla and strawberries. you walk towards him with a plate full of pancakes in one hand and bowl of strawberry syrup you had made in the other hand. he watches as you struggle to put the plate down around the small amount of clutter on the table, he scrambles to his feet and moves the stack of books,papers and other random items and takes them over to the coffee table placing the books and papers nicely stack in the middle of wooden table.

“ you know i would have been fine with coffee and cereal.” he says pulling a chair out for you, his voice soft and full of gratitude. he is not what you expected him to be, he is kind, and gentle, he doesn’t talk over you he actually listens to what you say to him and makes it known that he’s interested in what you’re talking about. most of the guys you have dated were dickheads, they interrupted you, didn’t call when they said they would, one of them hit on your mom.

“ yeah,don’t get used to it.” your eyes roll at Eddie and bring your fork to the plate with pancakes on it and take two, you reach toward the bowl of strawberry syrup and take the spoon into your hand, drizzling a little bit all over your pancakes. Eddie watches you as your hand comes up toward your mouth and lick the sticky sweet syrup off your fingers. He grabs your wrist before you could get all of the strawberry of your finger and brings your finger towards his pink full lips, his eyes peer at your in a way that asks for your permission- you nod.

his tongue swipes the tip of your finger and his mouth close around it, embracing your digit coating it in his saliva. “ yum.” he says releasing your finger from his mouth and licks his lips, he smirks at the expression strewn across your face. your mouth dropped open into an ‘O’ shape clearly showcasing your surprise at ed’s boldness.

“ do you taste this sweet everywhere else?” his voice low almost a growl, he pulls you toward him yanking you out of your chair and onto your feet so your standing looking down toward him as he sits in the chair across from where you were sitting previously. you can’t make out his expression at the moment, he looks as if he wanted to consume you, and that’s exactly what he wanted to do.

“ you will have to taste me to find out i guess.” the words come out as a seductive whisper. your wrist still in the grasp of his big metallic covered hands, this is bad, very bad. you thought about what it would be like to have him between your thighs licking and sucking your sopping wet core, just the thought of him moaning into your bare cunt gave you a sharp pang in your stomach almost as if it dropped. you feel wetness pooling in your cotton panties, knowing that if he touched you- sticky wet clear strings of arousal would cover his long fingers. eddie’s brown eyes dart between your pressed together thighs and your face, you weren’t sure of his next move but you hope it involves you cumming all over his face and hands. eddie stands up-towering over you, his hands drop your wrists and take up residence on the back of your neck, pulling your head up to look at him. without any warning his dominant hand dips between your thighs flat against your soaked cunt. you’re bursting with anticipation and excitement, eddie groans knowing what he has done to you.

“ come on pretty girl, let’s get you undressed.” his demeanour is gentle now, time to change that.your eyes never leaving his-holding the eye contact intensely as you step back towards your couch and take a seat on the soft velvet armrest, you wrap your arms around yourself and pull your tank top off letting your bare breasts fall out and jiggle a bit before being cupped by Eddie. his eyes remained wide and full of desire as he drags his thumbs over your pierced nipples. you currently have plain black bars through them with black stopper balls as well.

“ you are so beautiful.” eddie mutters lunging hungrily towards you putting his mouth all over your heaving chest nipping and licking at your pebbled hardened nipples. “ holy fuck- i can’t wait to make you feel good, my girl.” now he’s pushing you back into your sofa, bare back hitting the soft material. you watch him as he crawls over top of your, eyes deranged and animalistic.

he is going to wreck you.

eddie’s hands rip into your pyjama shorts. in one quick pull he has them down around your ankles. suddenly- you’re feeling a little bit exposed, so you bring your hands toward your glistening soaked pussy and cover it from his view. he stops, and pulls himself up onto his hands to get a better look at you, his body language changes.

“ what’s wrong?” his brows furrowed with concern, and eyes soft like a doe. he was actually concerned with you being comfortable, you didn’t have much experience with respectful guys honestly. most of the time if you covered yourself in that way while hooking up with someone else they wouldn’t even recognize your hesitation or uncomfortability. not wanting to ruin the moment you sheepishly uncover yourself.

“ don’t make it a big deal or anything but i’m just.. i- don’t know? self conscious with how it looks.. i’ve never actually seen it but i guess it’s just an insecurity.” you shrug feeling your face get hot and pink. eddie’s hands run down your body as he sit up on his knees and pulls your body up toward him to prop you against the couch.

“ this.” he says grabbing your desperately wet cunt with a flat palm, “ this fucking pussy is gorgeous, next time you touch yourself i want you to look in the the mirror and watch yourself cum.” he dips his fingers in the entrance of your hole, just teasing not fully letting you feel any relief. a little moan escapes your lips, he smirks devilishly at you, leaning in closer to your ear whispering unholy things. the air is thick, finding it so hard to breathe with eddie looking so deliciously turned on above you. his fingers start to work themselves on your swollen begging pussy, his thumb stroking your little nub in small circles making you writhe with pleasure. his movements stop abruptly letting you whine for more.

“ you’re so soft what’s your shaving routine.” he runs his hands on your pubic bone, and down your inner thigh. everything was completely hairless, no razor bumps, or ingrowns. this is something you’re proud of, your hair never grew in thick or coarse to be honest you normally just a little tuft of wispy hair right above your slit.

“ i actually get waxed, a razor will never come near this thing.” you point your fingers down toward your cock hungry cunt. this gorgeous man shuffles down to ground and places himself between your thick, soft, sunkissed thighs and stared in awe. it was almost as if he had never seen anything so pretty and pink before, the color of your sweet pink little fuckhole matches your lips and your hardened nipples.

“ such a pretty pussy baby, i bet you want me to taste you.” eddie says sweetly while caressing your wetness. “ don’t you?” he makes direct contact with his mouth almost swallowing you whole. you look down at the messy head of brown curls between your legs, his metal rings touching your soft inner thigh making you jump from the coldness. he’s got a grip on your ass and is shoving your naked pelvis in his mouth.

you are a melting mess on the velvet sofa trying to hold yourself together for eddie’s sake. he doesn’t need to see you sobbing while he devours your pussy. a tight knot is forming low in your belly waiting to come undone, you could finish on his face or you could cum on his cock. you were definitely hoping you could do both, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up thinking that he could make you cum vaginally. the heel of your hand pushes eddie’s forehead up to get his attention.

“ mm- i wanna cum now..” the words sound pathetic through your whines and groans. you are a sticky mess between your legs, also starting to leave a wet patch on your sofa. eddie peers up at you through thick lashes and wipes his wet face with the back of his hand. he swipes his thick long fingers through your folds collecting a mix of his saliva, and your arousal on three fingers. without skipping a beat he sucks your juices off his fingers staring you in the eye.

“ you wanna cum baby, let me take care of you. make a mess of my face princess.” eddie pleads- face returning back in your cunt. you had thought about this for days, you wanted to sit on his face, for him to tongue fuck you into oblivion. you wanted him to make you cum so hard you turn stupid on his tongue. the knot starts to come undone, heat building in your belly, toes curling.

“ ye-yes. yes holy fuckkkk.” you mewl, your thumb in your mouth muffling your angelic noises, “ im gonna cum!” eddie picks up the pace- kissing and sucking your clit, hands roaming your naked body usually falling upon your bare tits. he groans against you creating a delicious vibration as you come undone in his mouth.

Eddie stands up proudly with your clear sticky cum all over his face and mouth, he licks his lips and motions for you to lean up and plant a kiss on his lips. “ i was right my little slut, you taste so fucking sweet. i want you to taste.” without warning he runs his whole hand over your sopping wet sensitive bud. you jump at the overstimulation, making a pathetic whine as you twist away from the man in front of you.

“ open.” the words commanding a submissive response. his fingers waiting in the air for you to open your mouth wide for all four digits to be shoved in your mouth gagging you, holding your jaw open. his other hand busy rummaging in his pocket for a condom. he frees your mouth from his hand to take off his pants, you didn’t know what you were expecting but you definitely weren’t expecting a fucking horse cock. it so big and thick- full of veins. the tip is pink and throbbing, dripping pre cum in anticipation of your hole.

“ fuck me raw,eddie.” you plead, bottom lip sticking out into a pout. eddie’s eyes widen and without another word he’s flipping you so your ass is pressed against him. your draped over the back of the couch so he can fuck you from behind.

finally you feel contact, he is rubbing his mushroom tip through your wet folds, teasing your hole. his one handing gripping a handful of ass.

this is it, that moment when his cock slides right in, filling you up entirely. stretching your tight little cunt to the girth of his thick member. you feel his pelvis rub against you, every inch he has is pressed up inside of you, clenching around him in hopes of the knot forming. he is relentlessly fucking you, the sounds of skin slapping and panting fill the air. he stops for a moment to turn you around and kiss you wet and sloppily on the lips, he grabs the back of your thighs prompting you to jump up and wrap your legs around his slutty little waist.

eddie doesn’t waste any time, because any moment his cock isn’t in your warm hole is agony. he sits back down on the couch with you on top of him, he lines up his dick beneath, you can’t take another second without his cock drilling into you. eddie helps you lower yourself on to himself, there is a second where you slowly slide up and down on him, looking at each other lustfully, caressing each others flushed warm faces. genre changes up pretty quickly as you play with your own tits, dewey and covered in sweat. the valley of your breast adorned by a large moth tattoo, he admires you as you tug and pull at you nipples. your head is thrown back riding his cock almost screaming as reach your finish line.

“ yeah cum with me you fucking goddess, i wanna feel you clench around me as i fill you up with my nut.” he grunts holding your hips thrusting up hard into your sore cunt, his movements begin to get sloppy, his grip moves to your ass trying to make his movements as precise as he can in his moments of ecstasy. your cunt is being being filled with warmth, his cock twitching in sensitivity- lips parted and muttering sinful phrases as finishes.

you’re still straddling his lap, dick still inside. you collapse in puddle on top of him nuzzling your face on his chest breathing heavily. eddie’s arms wrap around your waist, drawing small curl legs on your back lovingly. you hum against him as he tries to slip out of the wetness.

“ mmm- not yet. please.” your lips pressed against his tattooed body, feeling exhausted. his movement stops, instead he kisses your sweaty forehead and pushes the curls sticking to your face away from it, repeatly petting your head in comfort.

you feel so safe

so taken care of.

“ come on baby girl, let’s go clean up and we can lay in bed, want me to run a bath or do you want just a warm cloth.” his voice soft and comforting as he stands wrapping your little legs around him carrying your dead weight to the small bathroom. he set you down on cold counter, your bum dipping into the sink a bit, his hands hold onto you steadying your wobbly body.

“ just a cloth please, i’ll take a bath later.” your voice small and quiet against his body still, tilting your head to look at his handsome features. Eddie’s cheeks still flush from the previous activities, curly hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks, dick still coated his cum as well as yours. you lazily smile up at him as your tired body finally gets the strength to sit up on your own and point to the drawer beside you assuming he was looking for a cloth.

it takes both of you a few minutes to clean yourselves up and put some new clothes on.

you now have a pair of your high-school cross country running sweat shorts on, they’re grey and worn a little bit too small for you as you’ve gotten a little bit curvier since high school and a white and purple striped tank top it’s cropped and stained with hair dye. not in your most flattering outfit but eddie can’t help but stare at you as you crawl into your queen sized bed. he was just lounging in his tight black underwear still shirtless, eddie has propped himself up on your various pillows his lips hang onto a lit joint.

“ y/n you have too many pillows. these are not coming with you when you come live with me.” you eyes dart up to him with a sneaky smile playing on your lips, you can’t believe he said that.

“ munson, what makes you think i’m gonna move in with you?” you say settling beside him after placing the bottle of water on ur nightstand and take the joint from between his lips placing it between your own,he blushes but doesn’t lose any confidence.

“ c’mon you know we can’t stay away from each other, i give it a month. you or i will basically be living at either mine or your apartment and going back and forth wasting money on rent when you could just cave in and live with me and get your pretty little fuckhole pounded like that morning, noon, and night.” eddie’s says nonchalantly shrugging both shoulders in the process.

he’s not wrong

i’m obsessed

“ my pillows are coming with. and things need to be put on lower shelves or get me a step ladder.” you negotiate knowing that he was right, you two had no plans on staying away from each other. a big smile creeps onto his face as he leans toward you to plant a kiss on your bare shoulder. you look at him ,“ you know i didn’t forget about you stealing my birthday money. i hope you’re a better boyfriend than you are neighbour”

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5.30.23

All right. I wrote this out once and accidentally erased it. Here was the gist of it, for more or less.

wow, here we are

back on my bullsh*t

I don’t think I would have imagined myself right here right now.

But that’s okay.

I don’t know why I had a crush on the guy that I did (I didn’t even know him) but then again, we didn’t stray too far from the past.

I saw that guy the day before yesterday, and btw best friend, you absolutely could have. Please stop undervaluing yourself. Recognize your worth. Maybe, just maybe, go for it? (in the future, not that context! because honestly...)

So, dear friend. You’ve had a crush for about two years now on a man (... on the idea of a man. This is important.) you met twice in the late summer of 2020. It feels silly, I hope it hasn’t been a waste of time. But I guess nothing is a waste of time, it’s just shaping you into who you are (so use it wisely--or not; maybe just have fun with it). I saw him 3 days ago, on a Saturday. It was exciting. It was different than I imagined it would be. I have spent so long trying to remember what he sounded like, how tall he stood, how he acted, and when the moment came I was so overwhelmed that I didn’t notice much of it at all. He sounded more confident than when we last met, which I think was more intimidating. He said the word “porch” so oddly, in a downeastern accent (he is not from downeast). He lives in the neighboring town now, about 12 minutes away. I waved at him when he walked in the room, he waved back. My wave was eager and fast, his was slow, hesitant, awkward, in conjunction with a surprised yet mild “he-ey.” He knelt down beside his grandfather to speak to him, on one knee rather than the two I had been on in the same exact spot shortly before his arrival. I helped him move an exercise bike (well, he was helping me to move it/doing it all by himself). I got it stuck on the door and mumbled “sorry” and he said “it’s all right” or something to that effect. It was kind of awkward, and kind of sweet. I feel so far behind him. I feel like I’ve missed out on a chance for a sweet, awkward, naïve love. He turned on a light for me in a dark corner, mumbling something about “let me get that for ya.” And, as I so often do, I shied away, avoiding eye contact, not saying the thank you I had meant to. I don’t understand why I do that.

*edit: I saw him, once, twice, since then. Maybe the last I ever will. :-/ Once, in early July, on a Monday afternoon at the local grocery store (I think. Judging by the beans sticker, which was alongside a darth vader sticker and another odd symbol I could not place with multiple lines that created a triangle shape). He was carrying a brown bag out to his silver canyon. The most recent, on the fourth of August, at his grandfather’s service. I released soooo many fluids from my face holeeessss. Was in desperate need of a tissue. Could not obtain. Anywho, he had the bottom half of his head shaved. Inch-resting choice, he seemed sweet like before. I took peeks at him, seeing him wipe is eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose from above his glasses. He was wearing a blue shirt and bean boots (??? in the middle of summer). I overheard bits and pieces of his conversation with a cousin (not intentionally! I think) about his work schedule affecting throwing his sleeping schedule out of whack and about his roommate letting him... ??? maybe play in his band I couldn’t hear (not that I was trying, obviously! :-) .) He walked up beside me later on to join his sisters and my family. I smiled and he smiled back. He thanked my grandfather for being such a good friend to “Grampy,” to which my Grampy responded with a light chuckle and “my pleasure”. My grandfather mentioned the cat and our dogs being put down, and he said something to the effect of “I’m sorry” and “what happened? why did you have to put them down?” I kinda zoned out but also zoned in. idk! Before that I had also said a comment about “If you move into [his grandfather’s] house (which was supposed to be a thing!), I hope you like cats.” with a smile and he smiled and said he does. and then something about how he thought all of his grandparents cats just seemed to stumble on into that house. I smiled and the subject moved on to Buddy, but that was all that I had said. except for something about my grandfather eating too much corn, that it couldn’t be healthy for a human (but I wasn’t the one who brought that up!). He picked up flowers from the grave and brought them back to his truck (?) to go to the house. I would like greatly to see him again, many times again. Lord, may I have that chance. *

*edit no. 2* coming in hot on december 12, 2023 baby! ok so. feels weird writing this but hey it’s not like i have a ton of friends to tell so i will tell it to my empty blog instead. that was not him at the grocery store, my man drives a chevy (just a boy in a chevy truck, had a tendency of getting stuck on back roads at night) ok ok i am here. i guess a lot of guys just look like that (good for me, hello options)! sooooo i embarrassingly told his FATHER that i wanted to be his FRIEND in september and asked about him moving in. I talked about a lot of stuff, practically pulled a punisher on the guy (according to ms brittany broski--like when you corner someone at a party talking about something). so that was mighty embarrassing and I shudder at the thought that THAT is how that man will remember me by (because I might not see him again! life is strange) (but also he is just a man. so is his son. everyone is just some guy. huh). anywhooooo, i was proud of myself for doing ~something~ even if that thing was. hey. so embarrassing. that guy did move in next door btw, in like early november. annnnnnnnnd on Friday the 8th? of December, you did go talk to him. On thursday the 7th, however, you made cookies, checked to see that he was there, hyped yourself up for like 10 minutes, and went over and he was GONE but fear not, your footprints around the house stayed ❤️ but on friday you went over and knocked 4 times and said hi (hi) and asked if this was a bad time (no) and are you sure and can i *points in house* (yeah) and the house was messy and that kind of make me feel better and this man was in a gray ROBE over like some PJs and he had shaved MORE of his head so he just has like. a short little ponytail in the middle of his head? told him i had a few questions mostly about the cat -- do you know where he went to the vet? i think he said he needed shots this month but don’t know where or which ones. (no i don’t know) also do you still have the cat carrier (yes, right here and this is how it works and this one is broken but it still works etc. etc.) do you mind if i take it (no) and about the vet thing, i wasn’t sure if there was an appt set up for this month (let me check, can’t find anything) sorry for just barging in and if you find out can i just give you my number so you can text me and i don’t have to barge in again (sure, i know i have paper, here’s paper, and let me get) oh from his cup of pens (yeah haha oeeeee *bc he dropped something and squee’d*) here annnd this one is embarrassing but i’ll regret if i don’t ask... do you or your dad or your uncle have the bean soup recipe (no, that was one thing that i forgot to ask him before he left, idk i can ask uncle eddie on fb. i think it’s pretty simple) yeah but idk what the base is (i know it’s a matter of soaking the beans overnight and i think he was planning on making it again bc he had this *got into freezer and pulled out* salt pork) oh that might have been me because i was talking to him about it, but i wouldn’t have known that was in there. (yeah and there’s ham, my dad doesn’t like this so he added ham to it, too)

actually what am i doing right now i am so smart and accomplished and funny and beautiful and i am writing a blog post? all forlorn like? ridiculous. kinda sweet. but still!! anyway might as well finish because here we are

yadda yadda do you like pumpkin? (my voice was like at a whisper here, couldn’t help it, it was quivering when i was trying to talk louder) and he leans his head down, eyes up at me and says in a whisper to match mine “yes, i love pumpkin” and so i asked ‘do you want these? they are pumpkin chocolate chip’ and he said ��yes, i would’ or something like that. then i said also another thing is you might be fine here but if you ever want to hang out sometime i am like. 30 feet that way. and i am in need of friends who still live in the state. (btw you know what response i got to that? not a ‘yeah, for sure, sounds good, etc. i got a “yeah, it’s nice to have friends so close” ... damn okay? wtf did i do to hurt you?? like seems like he might as well have said no. maybe he is just as painfully awkward as i am. or maybe i am just naïve. anyway i am like ‘okay i think that’s it’ and grab the cat carrier and head out the door. and while i’m stepping over the threshold he goes ‘oh hey, nice boots’ and i go ‘thanks! the color surprised your grandpa, he said i thought they only made those in brown, and i was like ... surprise’ (i think it was something to that effect idk) and he goes ‘yeah they make them in a lot of colors. i saw a pair that had like a teal stripe and a white like base’ and i said ‘awww, cute!!’ (thinking what a weird thing to be talking about in the doorway?) and he goes ‘do you want them? they are like a 9, 9 and a half. do you think they’d fit?’ and i go ‘probably not. i got big ol’ feet cuz i’m a big ol’ girl’ (hey love. checking in. why did you say that? whatever, it was kinda cute in a very you way) and he laughed with his nose scrunched and his head turned to the left and then i said ‘bye!’ and he said bye and that was it. and just as when i was walking in, as i was walking out the wind blew and a light dusting of snow fell from the tree near the staircase and i paused and looked up and admired it for a second as it fell on my face and all around me and then i went on my way. and he texted about the vet and i said sweet, thank you! and i have already made it embarrassingly clear twice that i want to hang out with him so i think i have done my part, and whatever happens happens. i know i will find what is meant for me.*

*edit no. who cares: 12/17/23 hey, checking in just to say that this has all been fine and lovely and whatever it has been. but you do not want to be with somebody who does not want to be with you. you do not want to be with somebody who does not want to be friends with you. (also he didn’t even say anything about the cookies 🍪 wtf! girl you put in werk. and they were yummy!) if he is not interested in being your friend, you are not interested in being his lover. your sweet, beautiful soulmate is out there. maybe it will take some trial and error to find them. that is perfectly okay. but they will know enough kindness to befriend you, and you should not have to worry about seeming desperate or lame, because you are so many beautiful, lovely things and *I* love you for all of those things, little dove. someone else will too and they will make that clear. it will all be okay, my love.*

Maybe one day I will have that love. For now, my own will do just fine.

You are so kind, smart, beautiful, funny, and loving, you sweet, sweet girl.

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