#making a giant one as a floor pillow /silly

[agirlandherkinks]

Imagine being turned into a fucktoy at the same time as someone else.

Say, you and a friend go to a party, wearing matching pink bows the host gave you beforehand.

After a while, you both start to feel a bit funny. Your attention gets flightier and thinking starts to become difficult. You talk to the host together to apologize for having to leave, but he insists you don't go and arranges a room for your stay. You want to argue, but realize he's... so, so sexy. Of course you want to do what he says. A giggle escapes your throat, while your friend twirls her hair and grins adoringly at him.

You walk into the room together, hand in hand. Behind you, you hear rough laughter and a jeer "See you sluts soon!"

The door clicks shut.

Your friend snaps out of her haze first as the situation registers to her. She tries the door handle, whimpering in fear as it refuses to budge. Then she shakes out, dragging you away from thoughts of Him. You explore the confines of your room, panic mounting as neither of you find a way out. One door, locked. A small window, high up. A single, giant bed, blankets and pillows in a hot pink. Master likes you in that colour. You stumble in surprise, the last observation filling your head with bubbles. How could you think of escape, when your place is here. With Master. Your crotch feels warm.

A moan escapes your mouth at the same time as your friend's, who's fallen on all fours.

"W-what's happening?" you stammer, trying to clear your head.

"Dooooon't knoooow!" she cries back, rubbing herself with one hand. "So hotttt..."

Watching your friend touch herself through her jeans fills you with your own heat, and you automatically follow suit as visions blast through your mind. Fucking yourself, fucking each other, fucking other people, on the bed on the floor on the couch, even on the beach when you are allowed outside. But always, always, for Master. You love him. He controls you. You belong to- No!

You gasp, forcing your hand to the floor. This isn't right! Trying to ignore the thoughts, the commands in your mind, you crawl over to the moaning form of your friend. Her jeans are off, and her panties soaked in cum as a hand dips in and out, over and over. You call her name, shake her, even slap her (although all that produces is a groan of pleasure), to no avail. Then she turns to you, and whispers, "Toy~"

"Nonononono," you whisper, both to what she said, and the echoes it produced in your own mind. "We need to get out together!"

"Toy is nice. Toy is warm. Toy is happyyy..." Her eyes were an unnatural pink, focused on nothing. Her mouth formed a sleepy smile. "Nice."

"Nice..." you repeat, assaulted by visions and promises of pleasure and fucking and being a good Toy. Your hand slips into your jeans, and tears come to your eyes.

"Why resist? Toy is good. Toy is right. No think. Happy." She undresses, then begins taking your own clothes off.

"No... Don't... want... happy?" Your head spins. Why would Toy not want to be Toy? Need to escape. Together. But Master would be sad. Don't want Master to be sad. Think! Toy no think. Toy wrong! Right. Happy. So scared... Warm. Good. Nice. Happy. Think so hard...

You let out a ragged scream in your throat. So confused...

"...Who am I?" you whimper, feeling the cool air on your naked body as your friend settles in front of you, vacant gaze and dumb smile still in place.

"Not who, silly" she calmly explains. "What. Toy not person. Toy Toy. I Toy. You Toy."

Oh. That makes sense. (no.....)

"Toy is thing. For Master. Toy for squeezing. And fucking~ Pussy~ Cock-" She cuts off with a moan and touches herself. You feel compelled to copy. For a while you both masturbate, happily. Your jaw begins to loosen and tension drain from your body.

Toy is sexy. Toy is sexy. Master like us. (please.....)

"Toy need help?" She manages to focus on you and stop touching herself, face set in concern. "Think too much?" You nod, desperately.

Brain loud. Part bad. Not like Toy. (can't keep-)

Toy smiles reassuringly. "Toy help Toy. Be Toy together. Nice for Master. Together."

With tender care she climbs onto your lap, gripping your shoulder with one hand as the other drifts downwards. Gently, delicately, she touches her lips to yours, their soft plumpness and strawberry flavor filling your senses. She presses against you, your nipples brushing as your chests squish together. At the same time, her hand begins expertly manipulating your genitals, sending waves of pleasure through your fuzzy, stupid mind. You moan, a cry of despair as the last remnants of you leak out in the form of precum and drool. Then your pitch and tone change, becoming a wail of pleasure as the dumb Toy that you always were surrenders to your needy, lusty body. You start fucking Toy too, and your moans and whimpers mix as you collapse on top of each other.

Nice. Warm. Happy. Toy.

The door slams open and you both wince at the light. Then go limp, as a familiar smell reaches your noses. Master. He feeds you and pampers you and loves you and fucks you and fucks you and fucks you~

Love Master. Controls Toy. Belong to Him. His-

"Toys." A question, and command. Instantly you get to your knees, staring at Him in open worship, both of you wearing nothing but a pink bow in your hair.

You see Him turn and give a thumbs up, to the sound of whoops, jeers, and whistles. They want Toy, you realize, and it makes you very proud to know how sexy you are. You must be doing a very good job for Master. Drool drips from your mouth as you smile absently.

He approaches the other Toy, and you feel sad you weren't noticed first. She grins happily as His hand cups her cheek, then, at a curt gesture, rises to her feet. "You, Toy, are for anyone to fuck. Do you know that?" A nod. "Good. Now, I've got a lot of friends out there that your moans made very hard. They need some release. Are you going to help them out?" A whimper and an enthusiastic nod. "Good Toy. Go." Toy rushes out the door to a cheering crowd, quickly muted by the door closing. From Master. You gaze at Him in longing, wanting to serve. Wanting to make Him feel good. Wanting His cock.

"On the bed." You rush to obey.

"Spread your legs." A soft moan escapes your lips.

"Only one rule today, Toy. You cum when, and only when, I say." And He settles inside you with a grunt of satisfaction. Your mind is blank, with pleasure and an overwhelming need to serve. You are a Toy. Only a Toy. A-

"Good Toy."

Squirm for Master.

Cum for Master.

Live for Master.

Good Toy.

Good Toy.

Good Toy.

Forever.

#brain drain #dumbification #corruption kink #ally's kinks

[munsons-melody]

angeleyes

summary: after seeing nancy get pulled into a trance, eddie gets worried the same might happen to you and makes you a tape with your favorite song on a loop, even though you're broken up

pairing: eddie munson x female!henderson!reader

cw: bit of angst but ends with fluff

recommended songs: 'disillusion' and 'angeleyes' by ABBA

word count: 3.3k

a/n: did i start crying while writing this? yes, yes i did. also NOT PROOFREAD! also feedback is always appreciated :)

masterlist

part two of this fic called ‘your song’ can be found here

i do not consent to having any of my works republished, translated, or posted to any other site except here. if you see my works anywhere but tumblr, it has been republished without my knowledge, consent, or permission.

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the two of you were together for almost a year. you were inseparable from the start but as months passed, you each kept getting busier and busier and whenever you were together, it would end in a giant screaming match with one of you crying while the other stormed off with no apologies in store till days later.

even though you knew the two of you were in a rough patch, you never expected the last fight to be your final one. you were at each others throats, a silly bicker turning into a full blown fight. you were both teary-eyed, throats sore from screaming and holding back tears, pacing all around the trailer. neither really knew what the fighting was about, but it didn't stop the screaming match that definitely caused the whole neighborhood to wake up from their peaceful slumbers

you still remember the exact moment you felt your world shatter. you stood in eddie's room, wiping the tears from your cheeks as you diverted your eyes from him to the floor, littered with his clothes and various items. you didn't want him to see you cry as hard as you were.

all you wanted was him to say anything like "i'm sorry" or "come here" and have him wrap you up in those strong arms of his, while he stroked your hair and told you he loved you and the two of you would be alright. but nothing of the sort came. the quietness deafening after the two of you stopped fighting.

"maybe we just aren't good for each other anymore," eddie muttered out, and you looked up at him with bloodshot eyes

"what? no! don't say that, please" you said, inching forward but he moved back to avoid your touch

"i think we should break up y/n" he said. it was like someone knocked all the oxygen out of your body as your heart started pounding

"eddie-" you tried but he shook his head, a couple of tears slipping down his cheeks

"y/n, please, just go" he said with anger hidden in his voice, facing away from you

"fine" you said, your blood boiling. you stormed out of his trailer and walked out into the cold evening air, using your walk home as a way to cool down and soon enough your anger turned into more sadness

once you arrived home, you couldn't help but let the tears flow freely, feeling as if your heart was broken into a million tiny little pieces

"shit are you okay?" dustin asked you as you crumpled onto the couch, not caring that you would most likely have to explain why you were crying.

"no" you muttered out, curling into a ball and putting a pillow over your face. he walked over to you, sitting on the coffee table across from you

"did you break up?" he asked and you nodded, turning your head to smush your face into the pillow, letting your tears soak into the fabric of the pillow

"shit shit you're gonna be okay i promise" dustin said with a panic

.

eddie's trailer was in pure chaos as everyone ripped his room apart, looking for some tape that wasn't a heavy metal song to aid nancy in freeing herself from vecna's trance

"music! we need music!" robin screamed out as you watched as she flung a handful of cassettes onto eddies bed, Eddie swiftly picking one of the iron maiden tapes up and screamed at her "this is music!" 

right as you grabbed another box of tapes you heard steve yell "guys!" and all of you ran to the small living room, littered with debris surrounding the mattress that served as your 'landing pad'

you looked up to see steve holding nancy on the floor and you immediately thought the worst, your heart pounding as it skipped a beat, not prepared to see the potentiality of your best friend dead in steves arms 

"she's okay! we're going to come through!" steve's voice rang out, laced with urgency. everyone nodded as they cleared the area. you watched as the two of your friends individually climbed up the makeshift rope and fall through the gate onto eddie's mattress

you saw everyone, or at least assumed everyone, swarm nancy, asking question after question of "are you alright?" and "what happened"

nancy just stayed quiet, holding her arms to herself blinking away tears, and you broke away from the group to get her some water as she slowly sat down on the couch

you moved through the all too familiar kitchen of the munson trailer, wanting to reminisce about the memories you shared with eddie in this kitchen, but refusing to do so due to the fact you a) didn't want to waste time helping nancy and b) didn't want to relive the memories that would just break your heart even more

once you handed nancy the water, you let her be, not wanting to overwhelm her or pressure her into talking about what just happened. you went back into the kitchen, not wanting to be in any ones way, and stood there with your arms crossed

this time you allowed yourself to let those memories creep back in. the early mornings where you would make pancakes for you and eddie's breakfast, and what would be wayne's dinner when he came home before he would go to sleep. the times you would teach eddie how to cook when you felt like making dinner together. the late nights you spent listening to the radio and would dance under the refrigerator light. the times you two would spend after hours of endless sex where even when you tried to have a break from each other to get some water just to end up fucking on the kitchen floor. 

hell, you even smiled to yourself about the time eddie accidentally bruised his knuckles after enthusiastically waving his hands around while in conversation and smacking them on the cabinet, and you of course had to kiss them better.

you heard some shuffling and mumbling behind you and turned to the hallway just to make eye contact with eddie as you watched him drag dustin down the hall and into his room

you heard the door close and some muffled voices, but you couldn't make out the conversation 

-

eddie shut the door and turned to dustin who stood there, confused as ever as to why he was being dragged down the hall 

"what is y/n's favorite song?" he asked with urgency. dustin looked taken aback.

"excuse me?" dustin questioned, looking at eddie as if he had five heads

"your sister, y/n, what is her favorite song?" he repeated with a stern tone

"shouldn't you know?" dustin snapped with an annoyed look upon his face. even though eddie was one of his best friends and someone he looked up to, this breakup between his sister and him was so new and fresh, he didn't know how to act in this situation

"well it changes with her, like it changes all the time man... for a while it was killer queen by queen and then it changed to dreams by fleetwood mac then it changed to, i think, amoreena by elton john? ugh" he groaned

"eddie, why do you want to know? didn't you two break up like a couple of months ago?" dustin pointed out and eddie shook his head, rubbing his temple 

"it was a little over a month ago but-" eddie started before dustin interrupted him 

"and didn't you break up with her?" he questioned further, crossing his arms 

"well technically but i-" 

"'technically' my ass! you completely broke her heart and now you want to know her favorite song? why do you even care all of a sudden? you didn't seem to care when she would come home crying after seeing you at school all day. you didn't seem to care when she wanted to go to her favorite place in this goddamn town but didn’t cause she was scared she'd run into you there. you didn't seem to care when she spent all of her money to buy you those stupid concert tickets for your birthday..." dustin's voice trailed off from his originally loud tone

eddie looked down, a lump forming in his throat

"i didn't know any of that..." he admitted, moving his head up to look at dustin with glassy eyes 

"what?" dustin said and eddie nodded, sniffling 

"i didn't know she did any of that, especially those tickets" eddie said, his voice cracking which mirrored the cracks forming in his heart

eddie sat down on the bed putting his head in his hands, feeling completely and utterly stupid 

"i am the biggest fucking idiot for breaking up with her. it was just the heat of the moment with that stupid fight- and i can't even remember what it was about! i was just tired of the fighting! and now it's been a month but i haven't even talked to her until all of this shit went down but god i love her so goddamn much and i will be damned if something happens to her- if nancy can get under his trance at random who knows if she's next" eddie ranted, standing up and putting both his hands on dustins shoulders

"please dustin, what is her favorite song?" he pleaded. dustin looked at him with sympathic eyes and sighed 

"angeleyes" he muttered out and eddie stared at him with a confused look written across his face

"i think her favorite song right now is angeleyes by abba... i always hear her listening to it and singing it around the house..." dustin told him and eddie's eyes widened 

he ran to the door to open it but as he did he it revealed you standing there, with your arm and fist up in a knocking position 

"y/n" he breathed out and you looked into his eyes, the knots turning in your stomach reminding you of the heartbreak he succumbed you to and you blinked, looking past him at dustin standing there

"sorry, uh we're heading to max's next door, it's safer over there" you said bluntly before turning around and walking down the hallway, steve wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you headed toward the door 

eddie watched you leave and made a b line into the cabinet that sat adjacent to their kitchen, opening the door and starting to rummage through the boxes

"what are you doing? didn't you hear y/n?" he heard dustin ask as he approached behind him

"i know for a fact that we have that abba song on an album somewhere" he rumaged some more before pulling out a handful of tapes by ABBA

"my mom loved them so we had a lot of their tapes," eddie explained, walking back to his room and grabbing a blank tape 

he looked on the back of each tape till he saw the small words ‘angeleyes’ on the back of the voulez-vous album

he put both in his boombox, playing the song and pressing record so he was able to make a loop of the song 

"eddie we need to regroup with everyone next door" dustin pleaded and eddie shook his head

"we can meet them after we get a good loop of at least 10 minutes" he said before turning back to his dresser 

"we shouldn't risk being here longer than we already have, what if someone hears us or even sees us in here?" he pleaded again and eddie shook his head, being stubborn as a mule 

"fine, we'll be all over there where its safe and you can be over here with the fear of being caught" dustin said with annoyance, starting to leave eddie's room when eddie walked over and stopped him 

"just wait 5 more goddamn minutes" eddie told him with an angry tone 

"jesus christ okay" dustin responded with his voice higher than normal 

eddie heard the end of the song and quickly paused the two tapes, and rewinded before pressing the play and record buttons 

he sat on his bed, listening to the song and the lyrics hit him like a train 

'Sometimes when I'm lonely, I sit and think about him And it hurts to remember all the good times When I thought I could never live without him And I wonder, does it have to be the same Every time? When I see him, will it bring back all the pain? How can I forget that name?'

shit he thought to himself, continuing to listen to the lyrics of the song 

'Look into his angel eyes One look and you're hypnotized He took my heart and now I pay the price Look into his angel eyes You'll think you're in paradise Then one day you'll find out he wears a disguise Don't look too deep into those angel eyes'

once the song ended, he rewinded and played it again, internalizing each word he heard from the song 

he came to his senses that both of you were hurting just as much when it came to this break up and he felt guilt and resentment gnawing away at him

how in the world could i ever get her back? he questioned himself, feeling as lost as ever

he heard the song again a couple more times as it was recorded onto the blank tape, feeling like a piece of his heart was shattering with each note

he finally felt satisfied with the loop he had made, and quickly ejected the tapes from where they sat and slipped it into his walk man and shoved it into dustins bag along with a pair of headphones, and they carefully walked out of eddie's trailer and to max's trailer next door

-

you stood next to robin in the kitchen, the two of you hungrily snacking down a pb&j after finding your appetite now that you knew everyone was safe and was able to take a breather from the traumatizing experience you all shared 

"here's one for you and nance" robin said, handing the plates to steve and he smiled before turning to nancy who was in the living room 

"where's eddie and dustin?" max asked you, making a sandwich herself and you shrugged, gulping down some water 

"i'm not sure, i mean i told them we were coming here and that was almost 20 minutes ago" you said, wiping your face

"should we go check to make sure they're still over there and not getting sucked back into the upside down?" robin asked and you nodded

"yeah i'll go, you two finish eating" you said, putting your plate in the sink and walking out to the front door but you noticed the two of them running across the street from eddie's trailer to max's and you switftly moved from the door as they jumped in 

everyone stopped and stared at them since they were out of breath

"where were you guys?" lucas asked and dustin looked at eddie before looking at you and then back to lucas 

"uh sorry we had to reattach the caution tape to the front door so it didn't look suspicious" dustin said, and everyone seemed to buy the lie, nodding to each other as everyone convened in the living room

-

you sat in the stolen rv in the back, looking out the window at the birds playing in the trees. it was parked on the side of the store where there was room to fit it without taking up spaces in the main lot.

you heard dustin and lucas up front near the steering wheel in some conversation when you felt the seat dip next to you.

you turned your body to see eddie sitting there looking at you. 

"hey" he said softly

"hi" you said back, turning to face back to the window 

you hadn't really talked to him over the past few days, not knowing what to do or say since you hadn't spoken since your breakup

"y/n can i please talk to you?" he asked sweetly, and you looked at him again, seeing his eyes in a fixed stare

you just nodded, turning to face him completely

"the reason i was late coming from my trailer earlier wasn't because dustin was fixing the caution tape" eddie started, reaching for dustins bag which was by his feet. you blinked at him, muttering an "okay?" which came out with a more annoyed tone than you intended 

he pulled out a walkman from the bag, and popped the tape out 

"y/n... i don't know what the hell will happen next but i know for a fact if anything happened to you and we didn't have a way to save you i-" he said, wiping a few tears from his eyes

your brows furrowed as you looked at the tape and back at him, meeting each others gaze

"i made this, uh, it's like a 20 minute loop of angeleyes by abba... dustin said it was your favorite song... after seeing nancy be put in that trance just so vecna could talk to her really freaked me out, and i don't know if he'll somehow use you as a pawn in his game, so this is for you" eddie said, fiddling with the tape before replacing it back in the walkman and handing it to you

"oh eddie..." you said, rubbing your thumb over the piece of technology

eddie's heart fluttered as he heard you say his name

"listen, nothing will happen to me, i promise" you said, grabbing his hand in yours. the fact that he was in the shittiest situation to ever occur and he was still thinking about you just made your love for him grow strong, which in turn only fed into your heartbreak because he wasn't yours to love anymore, and he had made that very clear

"yeah but if anything does, i want to- no i need to tell you... i love you y/n henderson. you were the best thing to happen to me in this godforsaken town and the fact that i messed things up will be something i will always regret. i hate that i told you i wanted to break up. i didn't- i was just so sick and tired of always fighting. i've never had someone like you in my life and i thought you were going to break up with me so i went and pulled the trigger before you could. this past month has been pure agony for me, and dustin went and rubbed salt into the wound when he told me about those tickets you got for my birthday, and jesus- im just, im sorry and i love you" eddie told you, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of your hand 

you cupped his face, leaning in to kiss him, craving his lips on yours. he kissed back before you pulled away to look at him

"eddie, i don't even know what to say" you muttered out and he shook his head 

"you don't need to say anything, i just needed to tell you how i felt just incase" he said and you took in a deep breath 

"i've hated you so much these past few weeks for what you did, but fucking hell i love you more than words can say eds. it was very stupid of you to assume i would break up with you just because we were going through a rough patch but, maybe when all of this is over and you learn not to be an idiot, maybe we could have a picnic by lovers lake, just me and you," you said softly, and eddie smiled 

"yeah?" he asked, his eyes lighting up 

"yeah, maybe i can even tell you about the concert tickets i spent all my money on... it was supposed to be a surprise but i guess dustin ruined that" you joked, and eddie chuckled 

"oh honey you didn't have to spend all your money on me, especially not on tickets," eddie said, brushing his fingers through your hair to push it back on your shoulder 

"but you deserve it, your birthday's coming up and ozzy osbourne was going on tour and i knew you wanted to see him" you shrugged with a small smile 

he kissed you passionately, and you melted into his touch, feeling the warmth of his lips on yours and you didn't realize how badly you needed him till this very moment. it was soon interrupted however as the door to the RV swung open, and you pulled apart, watching everyone clamber in yelling that we needed to go

the engine of the RV roared to life as steve sped off the premises, leading you guys onto the next part of your adventure to killing vecna

fin.

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[theold-ultraviolence]

Silly-goofy-cursed NSFW Eddie Munson headcanons that nobody asked for but have been on my drafts for centuries, and rotating in my brain for much longer.

(REPOSTED. Warnings include: Eddie being silly and cursed during sex, gender neutral, but Eddie refers to reader as ‘my lady’ once. itty bitty hint of a piss kink but not really, panty stealing and sniffing, mentions of food involved during sex, in a sexy way but also in a disgusting way. If I missed anything else that might need a warning let me know!)

He once admits to you that he gets so overwhelmed when he's inside you that he has to run a mental countdown in his brain or else he's gonna cum in two seconds.

You tease him by going, 'like the count from Sesame Street? - and he goes, 'EXACTLY like that'

The next time you're doing it after he confesses, he starts counting out loud but imitates the count's voice; so he's on top of you, suddenly going, 'ONE, TWO, THREE, AH, AH AH!' which just makes you laugh. And in turn, just makes you cum harder because you're squeezing around him so hard from laughing.

You're laid there all sweaty and panting after three rounds, and he breaks that dreamy haze going, 'ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX ORGASMS, AH AH AH' and you wanna punch him in the face as you burst out laughing and shove him into the pillows.

And on the subject of laughter. One time he was being silly and made you laugh so hard that you nearly peed yourself on the bed - which just made him laugh harder, not helping your case at all.

You rushed to the bathroom just in time, but that dumbass followed you and watched you pee, and just kept laughing like a maniac, literally rolling on the floor.

But he low-key watched you feeling some type of way about how intimate the whole scene was.

You tease him about him having a piss kink which he ardently denies over and over, even if he blushes bright red when you bring it up. He doesn't really venture into that kink, but, once the two of you grow more intimate, he's totally unashamed about peeing in the shower while he's in there with you (this is inspired by that one scene with Adam Driver in Girls)

NOW on the subject of showers...he'll always join you, but when he doesn't, be it because of time restraints or what have you, he'll still burst into the room when you're showering, just to draw a giant dick on the fogged up mirror, for you to find.

Sometimes they're super detailed monster cocks. And he'll write silly messages, too.

He sometimes jokes that if he passes away before you (we're ignoring canon though) he'll haunt you by drawing dicks on everything, just as he did when he lived (so dramatic of him).

He'll randomly start to talk like a medieval knight, kneeling before you, with his arms extended to present you with a condom and going, 'my dear lady, I come bearing a tribute I've acquired amidst the hardships of my journeys'

You'll follow along out of amusement but it ends up in you two full-on roleplaying about him being a wounded knight who has returned to his lady after a long, arduous journey. The journey is him running to the pharmacy to buy the condoms mentioned above.

He refers to his dick as 'my little friend' sometimes. You can't take Al Pacino's scene in Scarface where he goes 'say hello to my little friend!' seriously anymore, because it reminds you of Eddie. You tell him that, and the next time you go down on your knees, he pulls out his dick and impersonates Al Pacino, grabbing his dick and poking you in your face going, 'SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!"

He's so cursed.

His favorite thing in the world is to tickle you until you're wheezing out laughing, and then taking advantage of you doubling over and clutching your tummy from laughing so hard to plunge his fingers inside of you with no warning - transforming your laughter into moans. He takes such pleasure in hearing your mind short-circuit for a second while you process the amusement and pleasure all at once.

He's totally the type to be smelling his fingers randomly during the day to see if he can still catch a whiff of your scent lingering on them. He's absolutely obsessed with the scent of your essence.

So obsessed that he has admitted to stealing your panties and keeping them close in his pocket during the day.

You asked if he's been stealing the clean ones or the ones from the laundry. Of course, it's the latter.

And when you're not home, he jerks off with your dirty panties pressed all over his face, taking deep inhales of them, licking and biting them as he strokes himself.

Also, the idea of him keeping a dirty Polaroid of you in his wallet is a classic, but once you move out with him, he's started to put those Polaroids (of you together, or just you alone) on your fridge. Never fails to bring a smile and a jolt of arousal in you, first thing in the morning when you're opening up the fridge in search of a carton of milk.

He's huge on after-sex pizza and wings, and eating it right there on the bed, with the grease from the back of the box staining the bed. And even after a full meal, he wants to fuck right after, never mind the grease on your face from all the cheese and sauce, or the bloated feeling that lingers after eating a giant meal. And can you even deny him?

This also applies to drive-thru Taco Bell which you eat right there in his van. (shoutout to @thembohux for inspiring this one). He's so gassy afterward that it should be disgusting as hell because the van becomes a biohazard environment, but again, can you deny him?

Another time involving food was when you spent a weekend getaway with him in a motel room. He woke up very early to bring breakfast in bed from a diner nearby. He wanted to be doting and cute by bringing in waffles, eggs, and fresh coffee to wake you up. It was all very sweet and loving until he started to get in the mood, just, by your mere presence.

As he always does.

You could literally be sitting there with bed hair, dark circles under your eyes while eating breakfast, and feeling like a zombie first thing in the morning and still, he'd get turned on by you.

That's how you ended up laying on your back (amidst the already messy sheets from the night before that were already too disgusting with dried-up bodily fluids) as Eddie poured the maple syrup from the waffles all over you, taking his sweet time and licking it up from your body. He didn't know maple syrup could be so delicious until it mixed with your juices.

You left that motel room blushing and feeling so bad for the poor maid who would have to clean that room. Eddie just jokes that she'll have to go in there with a biohazard suit on, and burn the sheets.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson headcanons #headcanons #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #joseph quinn #my writing

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Awlful, awful thought: A guilt-wracked Vaggie, trying to stay as quiet as possible in Charlie's bed as she cries herself to sleep. Wishing that she could bring up the courage and confess her sins to her girlfriend, who obviously deserves SO much better...

you put that thought back where it came from or SO HELP ME-

ugh, listen, i can see this horrible progression where at first it's Vaggie hiding (and failing but she doesn't know it) that she cries, and then it's Vaggie lying (a tiny little lie she thinks) about WHY she cries

them as strangers / new tentative friends and it took SO MUCH WRANGLING for Charlie just to get the dumpster woman to stay over with her while getting used to life with one eye instead of wandering off back onto hell's streets like Vaggie was ready to, and then getting her to use a couch instead of the floor, then finally the giant bed with a pillow propped between them

this is already a miracle enough, this is already more than she's ever gotten any other sinner to accept (and thank her for? and share a smile with her over it????)

so when she hears Vaggie's breath hitch in the middle of the night like she's hurt Charlie starts sitting up with her instinct to jump RIGHT INTO HELPING like usual- but Vaggie goes dead quiet the moment she moves and Charlie freezes, the sudden cold thought Vaggie doesn't WANT her to hear. Vaggie's been letting Charlie closer but maybe her not wanting Charlie to hear this (yet?) is part of why she's been so reluctant to stop sleeping in random corners of the house, and what if she packs up (metaphorically speaking, technically she has nothing) and leaves if Charlie spooks her now? Would Charlie ever find her again?

that's the first time Charlie lies awake listening to Vaggie cry softly to herself for half the night, pretending she doesn't hear it

it's not the last.

Because Vaggie ends up staying, with Charlie SPECIFICALLY, and it's a different kind of friendship than Charlie's used to- it's not Vaggie tolerating her ideas or her dreams or her wild bursts into song, it's Vaggie troubleshooting her ideas and agreeing with (!) her dreams (though she isn't as hopeful about it) (that's more than anyone has done since Lilith left-) and it's even Vaggie enjoying her silliness, joining in on a song with her,

a sad little song about a grown woman missing being close with her parents because having a friend like this is making her homesick for everything else she used to have-

but Vaggie doesn't roll her eye at the poor princess of hell she holds Charlie's hand when Charlie tears up, she just seems to like being around Charlie? even for the pity parties??? (Charlie for the love of all therapy i a m begging you go to THERAPY)

Vaggie is clearly missing something too though, and cries about it less often now- or

(a thought to keep Charlie awake all night when it comes to her)

is better at crying about it quietly so Charlie really doesn't hear her

and it's too much for Charlie to risk losing but it's also why Charlie rolls over that night, casual, casual, and pretends to be asleep as her hand drapes over that invisible line to just brush Vaggie's arm, and why she goes on pretending to sleep as Vaggie flinches, tenses, then lets out a breath and doesn't pull away.

it's the only way for Charlie to get any sleep now- making sure Vaggie won't feel completely alone, even if she won't let Charlie be there for her (Yet)

it's a short road from that to waking up snuggled together, because Charlie's a cuddle bug and Vaggie's surprisingly smug about being cuddled (by her), so Charlie's frantic pillow wall of privacy instantly falls the next night to laughter and a pillow fight, and their game of betting if they'll wake up in each others arms again also doesn't last long (because they always do) (this is NOT like friendships Charlie is used to) and soon Vaggie is hauling them both out of bed on her good days while groggy Charlie clings to her like a very stubborn blanket and

there's not much room for hiding tears like this. the lie comes out not long after.

Vaggie's bad days are things Charlie happily makes way too many sticky notes about: collecting Tired Vaggie or Grumpy Vaggie or Bumped Into Furniture One Too Many Times Needs To Go Beat Up The Nearest Dumpster With Her Spear Vaggie, or Vaggie Gluing Herself To The Nearest High Spot While She Broods (her small smile means more when it doesn't come out until Charlie's spent an hour sitting up there with her, chatting and pointing out landmarks like hell isn't that bad and everything can be okay)

and Charlie has bad days too (tries not to) (feels guilty about having them when she ISN'T even alone anymore) but lately her worst start with dried tears on the collar of her pajama shirt and Vaggie sounding a little bit more hoarse than usual in the morning

so it's not some, sudden nighttime feelings ambush. It's not Charlie waking up in the night to Vaggie crying and suddenly having the courage to pull her a little bit closer

it's Charlie having a bad day, afterwards, and Vaggie finding her hunched up in bed. (their bed)

It's Vaggie slipping quietly (worriedly) out of the shadows with a soft hey and are you okay? and getting hit with yes- no- does Vaggie know she can get up out of bed whenever she wants at night? she can wake Charlie up and leave and that's completely fine, if she wants to be alone for a bit, and then come back for snuggles after- or they can sleep separate or-

maybe it's the first time Vaggie reaches up to cup Charlie's cheek and ground her spiraling, maybe it's the first real jolt of fear Vaggie's felt since being eye-level with a sword. maybe not, but it gets her asking Charlie what the fuck are you talking about?

and then it's the truth-

Charlie can't stop thinking about Vaggie hiding her tears for her sake. it's fine if Vaggie doesn't trust Charlie with them- (yet) (someday?) (it's amazing Vaggie has put trust in Charlie at ALL)- but she should at least feel able to CRY when she wants to.

-and it's the lie.

Vaggie does trust Charlie. a small tiny lie that's mostly truth-

(she trusts Charlie is a good person) (she's scared of what that means) (she hasn't been a good person) (she isn't being one now)- she tells Charlie she cries because she misses her wings and the scars hurt and she hides it because there's nothing to be done about it, if they were coming back (for her) they would've by now (she DOESN'T want them to come for her she WOULDN'T leave if they did, if they offered-) (would she?) but they aren't so, (it's been too long) why waste her and Charlie's time being sad about it?

(how can she even still be SAD about it-)

I could hear Charlie whispering back something along the lines of, time with with you is never wasted, not to me. And, I want to be there with you, like you are when I need you.

I won't say this is when they both went Oh or even when maybe someone leaned forward a little and someone else met them half way, they're the sort of couple where it could have happened a in a million different times and places and it doesn't really matter

but afterwards, when Vaggie cries at night she doesn't hide it anymore

(now she knows she can't) (she can't hurt Charlie like that)

so some nights she sobs quietly into Charlie's shoulder while Charlie rubs soothing circles into old scars and holds her tight and the sickness over the lie that turned out bigger than she thought almost makes it worse than crying alone

(almost) (not quite)

those are the nights where she dreams of a sword and torn off feathers. other nights, Vaggie shuts her one eye and refuses to let any tears fall

some nights she dreams of damning wings on her back and Charlie turning away from her

she can't face Charlie or her love on those nights.

so she doesn't let herself cry at all

#hazbin hotel #chaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angst #headcanon ideas #....... #ANYWAY #ughhhh

[ginandginny]

BSD Characters With a Sick S/O

Genre: Fluff, humour.

Warnings: Mentions of death and su!cide in Dazai’s part, pet names. Some characters might be a bit ooc, and this is very cringe, and a lil suggestive. Swearing.

Featuring: Yosano, Gin, Aku, Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Kunikida, Jouno, Tecchou,

Format: Headcanons plus scenarios

Various BSD!characters x gender neutral reader (Chuuya uses ‘princess’ once, Dazai uses ‘belladonna’)

Part one out of three

Coloured character names are the characters I’m featuring in this fic

OSAMU DAZAI

-How do I start…

-He’s worried. Like it’s not life-threatening, but he’s worried. Maybe because he won’t be able to do a double suicide with you-

-He’d use this as an excuse to skip work. 😭😭😭

-He somehow gets Kunikida to buy the medicine for him. Maybe some convincing lies, and few casual mentions of extortion. 🥲

-You’d be lying in bed like “Honey I need medicine I’ll be fine on my own for a while; can you go buy it?” And dudes like “Nah, we’re getting free delivery service from Kunikida.” 😘

-He’d feed you your medicine and food, and call you ‘good girl’ when you swallow. My mind just went somewhere else if you know what I mean

-Cuddles

-Still very annoying

“Awwwwww, my poor baby is sick.” DAZAI mocked. He pinched your cheeks playfully. “Maybe I’d get to skip work, taking care of you.”

“Shut up.” You grumbled, attempting to throw a pillow at him. He cooed at you for a while, annoying you even more. “Osamu, please stop being a dick for once and buy me medicine.” You broke off in another coughing fit. To that response, Dazai smirked. “Tsk tsk tsk, my dear belladonna, why waste our own time, money, and energy when we can waste other’s?”

“Because,” you responded scathingly, “We aren’t parasites, living off of other peoples expenses. Or I’m not. Maybe you are. Like a leech or something. Sucking other peoples money, time and energy. You’re the embodiment of a parasite.” Dazai gasped, pretending to be stabbed in the gut. Dramatically, he fell to the living room floor, feigning hurt.

“Belladonna! You think this lowly of me?! Oh, the pain you have inflicted upon my poor soul…” You snorted to cover up your laugh. Dazai caught that, and smiled. He stood up, and kissed you on the forehead.

“Goodness! You’re burning up! Sorry sweetie, I have a small phone call to make. Be back in a few!” And he waltzed off towards the kitchen. A couple of minutes later, he returned with a cup of tea and some blankets.

“Medicine is on the way here. Make sure you sound like you’re dying when I open the door. Kunikida is very irritated today. In the meantime, have some tea and I’ll put on a movie. Anything in particular you’d like to watch, Bella?”

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

-Saying he overreacted is an understatement 😨😰

-He probably impulsively spent a lot of money on expensive medicine and stuff that’ll make you feel better 🫡🫡

-You’d be his world, and he’s the major satellite revolving around you

-Personally called Mori to explain why he can’t go to work

-He’d carry you everywhere even to use the bathroom 😭

The moment you told CHUUYA you were sick, he instantly called Mori to tell him he couldn’t go to work.

“Blankets, stuffed animals, food, name it I’ll get it.” He said.

“Chuu, I only have a cold.”

“No. I’m not dismissing this. I’ll get you that plushie you wanted last week… actually, I’ll get my subordinates to get it for you. I’m not leaving your side.” He stated firmly. He picked you up bridal style, ignoring your protests, and gently set you in bed, covering you with a blanket.

“Wait here, princess, I’ll get the fluffy blanket you love. Oh and throw pillows. Do want your iPad, laptop, or phone? Never mind I’ll get them all… TV too.” He hurried out of the room before you could stop him. He returned, holding a giant fluffy blanket. You fought back the urge to laugh. He looked so silly, carrying a pile of fluffy fabric. His arms barely wrapped around it, and he looked tinier than ever. He placed it on the bed, spreading it out. He set down your phone too, he turned to get your laptop too before you coughed.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling, shit I forgot about medicine. Right… cough syrup…” He started listing medicine. Chuuya put a show on for you, then went to cook for you. Several times the doorbell rang, it was his subordinates delivering the medicine and other shit he bought for you.

“Chuuya, this is so expensive!” You protested.

“It’s to make you feel better.” He said severely, spooning mash potatoes into your mouth. You were surrounded by plushies, candles, blankets, and throw pillows.

“Oh Chuuya, you being here is just enough for me. I love you so much; you’re the best boyfriend ever.” His face lit up and went to kiss you, then you stopped him, reminding him that you were sick, and that you were currently trying to chew mashed potatoes.

So much for a romantic moment.

YOSANO AKIKO

-Finally a person who knows what she is dealing with

-I mean she’s a doctor of course she knows

-She’d cuddle with you to make you feel better 🥰🥰🥰

-Huge chance that she already has medicine in her house, but if she doesn’t, she probably would threaten Dazai to buy them for her, and she’d pay him back, but Dazai gets either Kunikida or Atsushi to do it and just takes the money 💀

-Yosano would cook your favourite meal, and sternly but affectionately tell you you can’t have ice cream 🫶🫶🫶

-Cares about you very much, but maybe will still go to work

-She’ll send someone to take care of you!! [See: threaten]

YOSANO frowned.

“You’re sick, you say?” She questioned, concerned. She touched your forehead then checked your temperature. Her face relaxed, then she gently patted you on the head and said,

“Don’t worry, it’s just a cold.” I’ll go check if we have medicine. In the meantime, make yourself comfortable.” You nodded glumly, and she smiled, reaching out to cup your cheeks.

“Awwwww, sweetheart, don’t pout. Here, I’ll carry you.”

“I love you so much.” So Yosano carried you too bed, tucked you in and kissed you on the forehead.

“If you need anything, call me.”

“Okay. Thank you.” She left the room, and you found yourself drifting off until you heard Yosano talking in the living room. It sounded like she was threatening to mutilate someone. Something about medicine and money. Such a loving girlfriend I have, you thought affectionately, recalling how she hugged you, and her scent. You fell asleep, and when you woke up, it was already time for dinner.

“Good evening, my sleeping beauty.” You looked up to find Yosano sitting on the bed, grinning down at you.

“Mornin, love.” You responded groggily. Yosano chuckled.

“Say ‘ahhhh’ for me, darling.” You did what she told you, and she fed you food. Your eyes widened.

“My favourite! Thank youuuu.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” Yosano fed you the rest of your meal, then told you she had the medicine ready. She fed you some, and you made a face and nearly threw up.

“No offense but this tastes like shit.”

“I see you’ve got your attitude back. That’s good. You should be fully recovered in a day or so. And one small question, love. How do you know what shit tastes like?”

That shut you up real quick. You drank the rest of the medicine without complaint. Eventually, Yosano started reading to you.

“Kiss me, you fool!” She cried in a silly voice. She was quite good at reading sad romance novels. You smiled mischievously and leaned in. She smiled too, and before you could talk-

“Shhhh, I’m not going to catch your cold, don’t worry,” she whispered. She tipped your chin up to look at her, then she kissed you.

Quick A/N:

Sorry this took so long! I’m sick, and my roommate, @a-random-weeb is too, so I decided to write this (also because she wrote it too) and it was really rushed. Sorry if it’s cringe and grammar mistakes, and that I only wrote for three characters. University sucks ass.

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!

#bsd #bungou stray dogs yosano #bungou stray dogs #yosano akiko #yosano x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x you #dazai x reader #chuuyabsd #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bsd crack #bsd fluff #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #dazai is annoying but we still love him #bsd yosano #bsd dazai #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #yosano headcanons

[rocksanddeadflowers]

hyperfixating on Lyfrassir and Marius kissing but slowburn so obviously i was thinking about different scenarios of them reuniting after the Bifrost Incident. And I realized I want more.... Chaotic/crack treated seriously variations.

The dramatic/angry ones and the "found Lyf floating in space half dead" ones are so very delicious indeed BUT it's too late I'm thinking about silly ones now and I have a personal favorite to share:

Marius has been moping (aka in the worst lovesick guilt ridden agony ever) ever since they left Lyf behind, so the crew obviously kept an eye out for any sign of Lyf.

Not too terribly long after the Bifrost, Brian gets a signal while piloting. Whatever it is (Lyf's tiny space shuttle, a random planet, Lyf having stowed away on a large spacecraft the boys get to pirate raid) is based on interpretation ngl BUT Brian finds them. Of course, there are a couple factors to consider:

One, he is on EJM. Two, Jonny and Tim have been complaining relentlessly about Marius's moping (well, most of the crew has, but Jonny and Tim the most). Three, he realizes that The Birthday Day (the day in which the crew of the Aurora celebrate everyone's birthdays at once, since they've all long forgotten their original and time is strange anyway) isn't very far away.

(The fourth secret factor is that while I like polymechs I'm also a big fan of Tim Jonny and Brian being their own thing.)

So instead of reasonably telling Marius, he goes to Tim and Jonny and devices a plan to "make Marius less boring again".

Cut to Marius on The Birthday Day, half-asleep and face tear stained, getting dragged into the common room much too early in the day by these three maniacs.

(Much of the usual stuff has been/is currently being set up by the other crew members- a present pile that doesn't contain all the day's presents nor does it contain solely presents, random decorations salvaged through the years, snacks and a giant pile of blankets and pillows and other soft things in the center of the room so they can pass out there at the end of the day, etc etc)

There's a large box (the kind that look like fancy wrapped presents but have a removable lid like a hat/shoe box) next to the pile the three maniacs are pushing Marius to open ("Guys it's fine I'm really not in the mood for The Birthd- you never let me open presents early is this a trick?"). Marius eventually caves and pulls the lid off the box, the cardboard walls falling to the floor-

There is Lyfrassir Edda, bound and gagged, sat on the floor, glaring the sharpest daggers ever up at everyone. The three maniacs probably shout "surprise!" with shit eating grins.

Marius, both extremely relieved, overjoyed, and terrified nearly has a panic attack removing the bonds and immediately being punched square in the face for his troubles. (It's okay those two will work out their problems- eventually.)

edit: forgot to mention Lyf does 100% in fact have a giant bow stuck on their head and someone in the reblogs beat me to saying that lmao glad you got the same idea

#brian knocking on top of the box before going to get marius: you're still alive in there right #lyf: *extremely muffled but still understandable* fuck you #the mechanisms fanfiction #violinspector #the mechanisms #marius von raum #lyfrassir edda #drumbot brian #gunpowder tim #jonny d'ville

[fanfic-gallery]

Manager's random thots #4 [ NSFW MDNI ]

: ̗̀➛ Manager's/Author's note : I've only now realised that despite how obsessed I am with yanderes, I don't post much about them- let's change that ~<3

✦˚ more nurturing, maturnal yanderes have habits of 'babying' their darlings, some would even go to the extreme of 'baby-proofing' any and everything, especially those who are unnaturally paranoid and overprotective

✦˚ would purchase rubbers for the corners of tables and cabinets. giant custom made 'baby gates' installed on the stairs and every door in the house. would cushion proof everything in your room, from the floor to the frame of your bed, sometimes he would take away plushies he had bought for you previously due to him noticing sharp edges sticking out of the fluff

✦˚ plastic plates, bowls and utensils. if you think about stabbing him with it, good try sweetheart, but that spork was specifically made for babies to handle. won't settle for paper plates, even if you manage to snap all of your plastic dishes into two, he would rather place your food on his glass plate [ of course you aren't the one handling it, he is feed you himself ] than to give your own paper plate. what if you managed to bite some of the paper and swallowed it? he just can't let that happen, even if it's only a small percentage of that happening

✦˚ speaking of food, he would take the time to grind up homemade baby food for you to feast on. why, you may ask? so you won't choke, silly~ his heart can't bare the thought of you slowly coughing and grasping to death when he let's you get the privilege of eating on your own.

✦˚ bands you from even being an inch near the kitchen. you might slip from the oils that had founds its way on the tiles when he was cooking, or you might burn yourself and ruin your perfect skin. would literally faint if he sees you with a knife in your hand even if it's just a butter one, would either launch at you or sneak up from behind and take it away

✦˚ if they had some muscle to them, would insist on carrying you everywhere, bridal style of course, they could never be that barbaric with their love~ you need to have a bit of a bathroom break, you'd be already in their arms as they book for the nearest restroom

✦˚ most would have sensitive tits or for better phrasing, very sensitive nipples. absolutely loves when you 'suckle' at their pink bud, trying you're absolute hardest to milk them dry. would literally cum on the spot when only given a few hard nips

✦˚ 👏ser-👏vice👏tops, 👏soft👏doms, 👏ser-👏vice👏switches, the works. would treat you like their little princess/prince/baby, no degradation, always sicklingly sweet praises in your ear as their cock pushes at your spot over and over again, your back arching, your lovely moans and whimpers filling the room to his heart's content

✦˚ 👏ser-👏vice👏subs, their tongue dragging against your sex, nipping and grasing the expose skin, drinking up all that pre and the juices leaking from your slit, eyes in direct contact with yours, o' so hazed with lust, relishing in the fact that they are the only ones that could make you act, feel and be this way

✦˚ aftercare? 100 out of 10, literally nothing can beat it, sometimes dealing with their overly clingy attitude afterwards is so worth it. him scrubbing away at your skin so softly during baths, remedies of a warm tea with honey, and cuddles. whether you being the small spoon or big spoon, his touch and body are like literally pillows

#obey me x reader #haikyuu x reader #kny x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #jjk x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere jjk #yandere bnha #yandere haikyuu #yandere kny #yandere demon slayer #yandere mha #yandere genshin impact #yandere obey me #yandere smut #💭 — manager's random thots #yandere x you #genshin impact smut #obey me smut #bnha smut #jjk smut #haikyuu smut #kny smut #demon slayer smut #mha smut #tokyo revengers smut

[john-get-the-salt]

Soothing (w/rick grimes)

Imagine: Ever since the world went to shit, your anxiety levels have been through the roof. Turns out there's only one thing, or rather one family, that can help ease your stress.

Contains: domestic rick, baby judith, reader being referred to with fem titles, no appearance of Carl sorry just imagine he’s off doing dumb shit

Warnings: none

Relax, you made it home!

You glared down at the doormat as you shoved a key inside the lock and opened the front door. The house you shared with the Grimes family was quaint, with lots of terrible quotes stitched onto pillows and corny sayings carved into wood and hung on walls. The decor remained untouched, exactly the same as the day you moved in.

But, you thought as you let yourself into the house, it might be time to burn that stupid doormat. It didn’t matter how long you spent in Alexandria–you would not be relaxing. Last time you made the mistake of letting your guard down the world taught you a lesson in the form of a psychotic governor. You wouldn’t be making that mistake twice.

Alexandria had been a much needed reprieve, but you hadn’t forgotten the years spent out in the wild. The months spent constantly moving, in search of food and water and any sense of safety. Living with anxiety and fear every day for such an extended period of time left you permanently on edge. So yes, while Alexandria was certainly nice, you weren’t holding your breath. After all….you’d all thought the prison was secure too.

You shook your head to get rid of the the sudden flashing images and memories that came up at the mere thought of the prison. If you let yourself go down that path now you’d be useless for the rest of the day.

As you mentally scolded yourself for becoming distracted, you walked further into the house and then up the stairs to the second floor. You’d come in for a very specific reason. It was Rick’s turn to take a shift on the wall and you wanted to offer to cover it for him. He seemed extra tired lately, and you worried to death he was stretching himself too thin.

However when you got to the landing at the top of the stairs, you froze. A soft voice was coming from one of the bedrooms, and after a moment you recognized it as Rick’s. You stepped closer, avoiding the floorboards you’d learned were creaky, and peaked into the room.

Rick was sitting in a rocking chair with Judith in his lap. He was showing her pictures and talking to her softly.

"This is Carl. He's your big brother."

Judith spit out a bit of jibberish as she grabbed the picture of her brother in her little fist and shook it aggressively. You held a hand over your mouth in an attempt to hide your giggles as Rick tried to gently pry it from her fingers. He finally did, and moved on to the next picture.

He showed her a picture of himself, and Judith pointed from the picture to him. "Daaa," she squeaked, clapping her hands.

Rick's smile was so big it could've outshone the stars, and your heart melted at the adorable sight in front of you. You were about to leave them in peace, dead set on taking his wall shift now, when Rick spoke up again and caught your attention.

"And last but not least..." He trailed off and curiosity got the best of you so you peeked further in.

Rick was showing Judith a picture of you.

The picture was of you, sitting a table with a giant bowl in front of you and a big smile on your face. It was a simple picture, but it had such a meaningful story attached to it.

Last season, around the time you guessed was your birthday, Rick surprised you with a giant ice cream sundae. Sundaes had come up during random pillow talk one night as one of the random things about pre-apocalypse you missed. You thought it was rather silly, but Rick did not. He made you the ice cream with Carol's ice cream maker and bartered with the neighbors to get some of your favorite toppings. It meant so much to you.

Judith pointed at the picture, giggling, and said, "Ma."

For a split second your heart stopped and you could barely breathe.

Rick stopped rocking and looked down at his happy daughter as she reached for your picture, desperate to get her hands on it.

"That's right, Judith. That’s your Mama."

Your eyes began watering and you couldn’t hold back as you sniffed. Rick looked up at the noise, and his eyes softened even more once he spotted you.

You stepped into the room and Judith finally noticed you, smile growing as she got excited and reached her arms out toward you.

"Hi Judith," you cooed.

Rick stood from the rocking chair and you met them, taking your sweet girl into your arms. She didn’t hesitate to bury her face into your neck, murmuring in her special language that no one else could understand.

And just like that, you could feel some of your own anxiety leave you. The tension in your shoulders eased, face smoothing of frown lines. Your entire body sagged with a sudden wave of exhaustion. You leaned into Rick and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and Judith before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you look peaceful in a while,” Rick murmured quietly, careful not to disturb Judith who had already closed her eyes in the comfort of your arms.

“It’s been bad lately,” you said truthfully. Since the very first time you and Rick discussed being a couple you vowed to always be honest with each other. And that included being honest about your feelings-both good and bad.

Rick knew you didn’t need him to push, you would share more when you were ready. He just continue to hold you tightly.

You allowed your eyes to close, not an easy feat, but in Rick’s arms you felt loved and comfortable and safe.

The romantic moment was broken up when Judith stirred on your shoulder and then Rick was letting out a wince.

You opened your eyes to find her with one of Rick’s curls in her hand as she pulled on it eagerly.

The two of you chuckled as Judith showed off a toothy grin.

Rick rested his forehead against yours and you took this moment to just bask in being with part of your family.

"I love you," he said softly.

"I love you too."

You would do anything for this dysfunctional little family of yours.

Anything.

#imagine #fanfic #drabble #writing #the walking dead #twd #rick grimes #twd rick #twd imagine #twd fanfiction #twd fandom #rick grimes x reader #x reader imagine #x reader

[gottagho-st]

For the writing prompts, Rain and Mountain 14.

🖤 Ghoulish

(Anon but signed because asks come from my main and fuck that lol)

Goulish! how’d you know i was thinkin abt them!!! ty for the prompt 🥰

as much as i love them endlessly these silly idiots did Not wanna play soooo i kinda hate this but its all i’ve got for now - hope its alright, i might come back and try to tackle this at a later date and see if i like it more???

14. Casually

below the cut for length, don’t think there’s any CWs for this one, just domestic fluff

Quiet Sundays are his favourite brand of relaxing. Seated in the common area with a steaming mug of his newest tea blend, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and a good book balanced on his knees, Mountain is content to simply be in this moment. He’s vaguely aware of his pack going about their own day around him, Dew sits on the couch reading some novel for a while in silence, before getting called away by Aether and Phantom for some havoc he’s sure. Cirrus and then Sunshine race through, a whirlwind of whooping and laughter following the ghoulettes, making the giant smile and shake his head fondly. Lus joins him, curling up on the floor (her preferred space for crocheting) with her back against one of his legs. Her purr as she works is contagious, and before long a symphony forms between his deep purr and hers. That is how they remain when Rain comes inside, hair still dripping from his day spent in the lake, eyes sparkling and an air of mischief radiating from him.

At first, the disruption escapes the earth ghouls notice, until he hears Cumulus fussing about “Rain, i mopped in here this morning!” He looks up at that, chuckling at the exasperated air ghoulette at his feet, and at rains sheepish look

“Sorry, Lus, forgot to take a towel with me,” he shoots her a grin that could rival one of swiss’, and she just huffs and waves him off. Mountain laughs again at that - no one can ever stay mad at Rain, and he knows it too.

“How was your swim, Darlin’?” Mountain drawls with an easy smile dancing across his lips.

“mmh was good, needed it i reckon,” Rain responds, grabbing a pillow to offer to cumulus as she shifts her position. She takes it gratefully, blowing him a kiss as he passes.

“Glad to hear, missed you all day,” Mountain pouts playfully when rain reaches his side. Rain laughs, reaching out to smooth the slight crease in his mates brow. Mountain leans into his touch, purr resuming happily. Rain brings his face to his, and gently presses his lips against Mountains. It’s a quick exchange before he pulls away. Straightening up he smiles down at the giant, booping his nose before scurrying away as he shouts, “I’m going to shower no one bother me!”

Mountain sighs and shakes his head, goofy smile stuck on his face as he settles back into his book.

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[brandnewhuman]

YOOO IT YA BOI, FAVORITE CHILD HERE!!!!!!

I hear requests were open so it's crazy ape shit time 👺👺👺

Lemme getta man boobies obsessed s/o who loves s q u e e z I n dem milkers. I mean toe curling, back arching, obsessed with their honker honkers. For my bf triangle boi ofc. 😫😩

Also have a good day, drink sum hydration, eat dat raccoon trash, and sleep sometimes (last one is optional 🙃🙃)

Grabbing the bouncy

forbidden fruit

Headcanons - drabble

☆STARRING☆

Pyramid head ☆ aka the big dorito head of punishment

CONTENT

Tw: canon violence, pitiful attempts at NSFW, mature language, the big cunt being himself.

A/n: everytime I try to do something NSFW i always end up writing some hideous embarrassing atrocities but oh well, someone's trash is always someone else treasure. I did like a poll thing to know what people wanted to read first AND WHEN I TELL YOU ALMOST EVERYONE SAID PYRA TITS. YOU ALL HAVE NO FUCKING CHILL WITH ALL THAT BEING HORNY. everyone say thanks to my bruv here for requesting this gem

Ah yes, everyone's wet dream, the forbidden dorito head tits

Let's ignore the fact that if this giant bitch gets near us he would rip our sinful arses with his bare hands 

THE HORNYNESS WOULD NEVER GO UNPUNISHED. 

BUT for the sake of being silly whores let's pretend the big man can at least tolerate you and plays dumb at your questionable and foul behaviour 

Your attack at the geometry milkers took him by surprise the first time tho

It happens after he has finished his executioner duties

Ever since you have ended up in silent Hill and he has grown fond of you he likes to spend his free time observing and listening to anything you want to tell him about

He finds it so entertaining, to watch you explain things he would never understand with such passion. He kind of wishes to have the same enthusiasm for life as you do

Basically your like a cute dumb dog and he enjoys to watch your two working braincells struggle to function properly 

I think the only way you could actually grab those big ol tits is taking the chance when he's really tired 

My man walks around for hours dragging a sword as big as you, slashing shit and plus he has to exist with his own big ass heavy head 

He's built different but not that different 

PLUS, BRO ARE WE REALLY NOT ACKNOWLEDGING THE FACT THAT THIS WHORE WITH SUPERIORITY COMPLEX IT'S LIKE 7 FUCKING FEET TALL? 

I just know his shoulders and back are killing him

His relentlessness helps him to power through pain, tiredness ecc but when he actually stops and has to spend a moment being still and having time to actually think about how he feels he kind of crumbles under the weight of his exhausting life

IT IS LIKE THAT, I DON'T MAKE THE RULES. WELL, I DO BUT YEAH

The whole reason why he wanted to keep you was because you radiated some sort of calm. He literally finds himself attracted to your soft energy and when he's feeling too tired to even stand up he just looks out for you for some..YEAH WELL FOR SOME CUDDLES AND LOVE BRO. HE IS NOT JUST A GIGANTIC VIOLENT CUNT WITH A WEIRD HEAD, HE CAN BE SOFT TOO WHEN HE TRIES REALLY HARD

He's like always stressed because of what he has to do, having you around with your soothing way of being it's literally heaven for him

So when you see your big boi coming back after a long day of working, with his broad shoulders slumping slightly forward you already know what he wants

Silent Hill doesn't have many comforts so he gave you the best thing he could find for you to live in. 

Which is why you have like two really old bed mattresses on the floor, something that resembles a pillow and a blanket. 

HE WAS SO PROUD OF IT WHEN HE SHOWED YOU THE FIRST TIME. BE MORE GRATEFUL 

"You're tired, aren't you big guy?" He just nods and plants his sword on the ground before scooping you up and heading towards the bed

He doesn't even asks anymore, when is cuddle time is cuddle time and you have to just accept it 

To be fair he was already involuntarily planting your face on his stinky chest

As he dozed off you tried to slowly give his aching muscles a massage 

Everything in his body is like rock hard AND DON'T YOU EVEN TRY IT, BEHAVE YOURSELVES WITH THE FUCKING BONER JOKES

Now, as he just relaxes under your gentle touch, your hands start to wander into the small piece of heaven that is his chest 

Bro was so happy and calm he didn't suspect what your foul mine was thinking about

He has the most soft but at the same time solid daddy milkers in the whole universe. It's like grabbing a really good stress ball 

You can feel some scars underneath your hands but overall his skin is surprisingly smooth and warm

Those BADOONKAS are so fucking big bro, you have to use both hand to properly squeeze 

At first it was just a like tentative squeeze out of curiosity and he let it slide because he thought you were just trying to help him release tension and since your hands are the size of a polly pocket then you had to get really into it

Now that second squeeze tho, that was personal

he went through not all 5 but maybe three of the stages of grief

he pulled you back holding your shoulders, giving you a inquiring stare just to find you staring right back at him

AREN'T YOU EVEN ASHAMED?

"I'm not going to say I'm sorry, they're really nice"

Now he is flabbergasted 

From that moment it was like you have discovered your new reason to live

And he had to suffer the consequences of having all those bouncy hoonkas 

Everytime, EVERY FUCKIN TIME, you always grab em tits

While he finds it flattering that you find his body so nice, it creates some sort of internal conflict 

Cause, mh well how to explain… listen I'm gonna say it, PYRA HAS A SIZE KINK. NO, I WON'T EXPLAIN ANY FURTHER 

JUST KNOW THAT HE REALLY ENJOYS YOU BEING SO MUCH SMALLER THAN HIM AND JUST SO OPENLY LIKING HIS BODY 

It just boost his ego to know you find him so attractive, just the sensation of your soft hands worshipping his whole body softly but with all that care and passion

Yeah yeah, you give the stinky dorito snapped head the hots. Congrafuckinglations

I just want you all to know that I have very little knowledge of pyramid head so I'm doing shit with what vibes he's giving me and the vibes are big horny but will horny shame others 

Everytime he wants to play with you he will deny you access to his body

Just imagine this

You're about to attack his poor chest again and before you can even do anything he's already blocking you against the wall, caging both of your hands at each side of your head. "Hey! It's…it's not fair. I wasn't going to do anything" You're lying and he knows it by how red you're getting. The edge of his helmet brushes against your cheek slightly while his hands slide yours up, blocking them there to have you as expose as he wants.

His hands are so big, he can easily hold both of your wrist with just one. His other one roams freely through your body, the calloused fingertips makes you shiver. A small whimper escapes your mouth as his hand reaches your throat and squeezes just enough. You're squirming under his gaze, not from fear or displeasure but quite the opposite. He just enjoys the view of his little helpless y/n trying to get free when you both know perfectly that if he doesn't wants you to leave you're not leaving. Oh, you long feeling him so much you just can't take it when you can't reach him. 

Yeah bro really enjoys edging and denying shit like is no one business. Now that he knows your weakness he's gonna be a fucking menace

Like walking around with his whole upper body expose just to catch you staring and make you feel like a perv 

He's having the time of his life 

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[moodymisty]

Anything involving wrecker cuddling probably watching a movie and cuddling with his partner 😊

Author's Note: Stamped, approved, etching it to stone because I am sold on this cuteness. It's been raining a ton recently and I love it, so time for rainy day cuddles. Wrecker would absolutely be the king of snuggles, both in body and mind <3

Relationships: Wrecker/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None, it's just pure fluff

Thunder cracks outside, the lightning having just flashed bright enough to light up the windows only moments ago.

This storm is intense, by far the most intense of the year, and it would be quite reasonable to say your plans to enjoy some time at a festival on one of the higher levels is, more than a little bit canceled. Raindrops smack against the window, streaking down so much it's distorting the colors of the brightly colored lights smattering the buildings you can see throughout the city.

Wrecker is not going to be fond of this news in the slightest; Especially since the two of you have been waiting for this for days now. Their 'estimate' for how long this current deployment would take had lined up perfectly, and you'd actually gone as far to pick out what you wanted to wear in advance, but now you'll more than likely end up putting it away for another, sunnier day.

Snatching your datapad off the table you decide to send him a message, to see if he's planet-side or not. If he is; Well, he'll be able to see himself why the festival is off.

-Hey Wreck, you on Coruscant yet?-

Wrecker rarely if ever has his datapad on him, it's faster often to message Tech than it is him; Though this time it doesn't seem to be the case. When you see he's finally responded to you it's impossible not to smile. Even just his written word makes your heart beat a little bit faster.

-Nah, we'll be there in a few hours though. Been counting each one.-

You've been too; Maybe it's a side effect of being so hopelessly in love.

-Well, I kinda got some bad news for when you get back...-

Wrecker responds to you almost instantly, sounding so obviously worried even if you can't hear his voice.

-Are you ok?! Nothing happened right?-

-No no! Nothing bad! I'm fine, big guy.- You really wish you'd worded that better in hindsight; You know he worries. Even if you find the idea of him doing so silly.

-It's been storming all day and it's supposed to go through to tomorrow. We're getting almost half of our usual rainfall in one night.

-So, needless to say; Festival's canceled.-

It's not the news you want to give since you've both been excited to for this, and to spend some time together outside of the Marauder, or the clone base when you manage to get a visitor's pass. But the weather has decided to be far less than friendly to your pursuit of a romantic time, much to both you and Wrecker's chagrin.

-Seriously? Aww come on, I was waiting for that all this time!-

You were too; More than a little bit.

But, there's an idea in your head that might be way better than walking through a tightly knit crowd all day. It just needs a little bit of setup, and since Wrecker is still a few hours out, you have some time to do so.

-Come over to my place once you're free. I think I have something way more fun that we can do instead. Tell Tech to land you all safe.-

Sitting your datapad back down you turn around and look at the room, debating how to best conquer the idea you have in your mind. All the while thunder cracks in the sky again as you decide to start with your couch, getting on your knees and giving it a good push. Once it's out of the way you do the same with anything else close by, until there's a giant open space in the middle of the room.

All you need now is to steal every pillow and blanket you can find, hauling them all over and making a huge nest out of it all on the floor.

It's a mess, a giant one, but it sure does look comfortable. You just need some food and drinks to go with it, grabbing them all and sitting them close by the pile. You and Wrecker can decide on what to watch when he gets here; But at least for now, the setup is complete.

You just have to wait, and hope he doesn't have any trouble getting up to your floor this time. The last time you almost got into a fight with the receptionist over not letting your abit, very loud, very large, and very upset clone past.

But maybe Tech landed them faster than usual, or perhaps he didn't get caught up in the side effects of some sort of bureaucratic nonsense, as it's less time than you'd expect before you hear his footsteps in the hall even before he knocks, and you're at the door just as he does so. There's barely a chance to even say hello before he is on you, arms around your waist and hauling you off the ground. He laughs at the way you yelp from suddenly being in the air, now at face level with him.

"Wrecker! I missed you!" Your hands cup the sides of his face, pressing your lips against his own in an eager, sloppy kiss. When he pulls back, you feel the stubble on his jaw rub against your palms.

"Not as much as I missed you. Didn't even get into any trouble this time so I could get here early."

Who'd of thunk it; Wrecker, going down the straight and narrow. Even just for a little bit. You're sure he'll be back to blowing up way more blasting material than he's allotted in no time.

"But what's all this?" Wrecker says, as he gently puts your feet back on the floor.

He looks over the mess you've created, a big smile still plastered on his face. You move aside and close the door, and also throw a hand at your creation.

"Since it's so stormy outside and the festival is canceled, how about we just hunker down and watch some holofilms? I got snacks and everything." Wrecker is an energetic man, but you know he enjoys a good long while of relaxation even more than you do.

"Mind if I clean up and get out of this junk first?" He gestures to his armor, and you're more than happy to oblige his request.

More, than happy. You love this man more than anything; But gods does deployment make him smell less than flowery.

"Have at it; The place is yours." His helmet has been in his hand this whole time as he steals another kiss from your lips, before walking past you as he begins pulling at the seams of his armor. It'll all get piled somewhere, left to be dealt with later as he disappears into your refresher.

You hear the sound of the shower kicking on, not long after you sit down on your giant pile of blankets and steal a small bite of one of the snacks you'd put out while you wait for him.

Wrecker has a small spot in your closet of clothes you've mostly bought him; Largely casual clothes like sweatpants and long sleeve shirts. He had originally complained about you buying them, even if they'd barely costed anything; And well worth him being a little more comfortable in something other than his GAR standard body glove. He also seems to like them, as more than once he's worn them back to the Marauder; And also has had to fight to keep one of his brothers from stealing them when he's in his armor and his back is turned.

Wrecker comes back out of your refresher wearing some casual sweatpants and a shirt, quickly noticing you're already comfortable and waiting for him. He makes a quick line right for you, sitting down as close to you as he possibly can.

His skin is still warm from the hot water; He smells like fresh soap and uniquely 'Wrecker' instead of like soot and dirt.

Resting his back against the edge of the couch, you feel him pull you into his side, his arm wrapped tightly over your shoulders.

"Comfy?" He jokes, feeling you squeeze yourself deeper into his side and a hand against his stomach.

"Yep." He laughs when you say it so casually, enunciating the p with a soft pop of your lips. Now you just have to decide what to watch, and everything will be perfect.

Tugging a blanket overtop of your legs, and with Wrecker right here you're warm and content; The storm now seeming more like a blessing that a curse.

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[corrodedbisexual]

Peanut Butter & Cheese

Steddie | T | ~3.5k | AO3 link

For @steddie-week day 1: Hunger / Pining / Somebody to Love by Queen

"It's kinda poetic, you know," Steve says when he's done with his sandwiches. "Two things most people wouldn't think belonged together, but… they actually do." "I know, right? Kind of like…" Eddie meets Steve's eyes and snaps his mouth shut, teeth clicking together. He looks away, shaking his head to let his hair fall forward and hide his face, but Steve could've sworn he caught Eddie blushing just the moment before that. "Never mind, it's stupid." OR: A late-night kitchen raid to satisfy Eddie's cravings and Steve's silly comment on their food bring forth some mutual realizations.

"So. Should we watch something?" Steve asks Eddie after he locks the front door and returns to the living room. "Or do you wanna go to sleep?"

Everyone's just left after their usual party movie night, and it's just the two of them in his house. Eddie and Steve. Two names that only a little while ago Steve wouldn't have believed even belonged in the same sentence, much less mashed together into a perfectly natural, familiar entity. Carved into his life as something normal, comforting. Something precious.

Eddie's been staying over after movie nights for several months now. It's not something they specifically arranged. One evening he was just too high to drive after they'd smoked together and asked if he could crash at Steve's place. And Steve, whose defenses were slowly evaporating along with the smoke he was exhaling, admitted how much he hated staying alone in his giant empty house. How it was especially unsettling the night after the whole party'd been there, filling it with lively conversations, laughter and warmth. 

So Eddie stayed. Slept on the couch, even though Steve offered him the guest bedroom, claiming his limbs were rubber and he couldn't possibly haul himself upstairs, and that Steve's couch was comfier than his own bed back home anyway. "It's like lying on a fluffy cloud, Stevie," he murmured, a smile half squished into one of the cushions.

The week after that, while everyone was gathering their stuff to leave, Eddie instead gathered their multiple pillows and blankets discarded all over the floor, built himself a very comfy-looking nest on the couch and settled into it with a grin. Steve ducked his head to try and hide the stupidly fond smile on his lips. He joined Eddie, who grinned even wider and tossed several pillows at him to make himself comfortable on the other end of the couch. 

For a moment, Steve thought things might get awkward. It was the first time it was just the two of them, completely sober, no joint or beer to ease them into a conversation. But, as it turned out, they didn't even need it. Eddie was surprisingly easy to be around, he'd crack jokes and ask Steve completely random, mundane questions like "what's your favorite color?", or totally weird ones, like "would you rather have one hundred duck-sized elephants or one elephant-sized duck?" And even when a silence fell between them, it was a comfortable one. They ended up talking way past midnight.

Just like that, week after week, Eddie kept staying over. They'd talk, watch movies, play Jenga, smoke or have beers, didn't matter what. Steve was grateful for the company, and it looked like Eddie really didn't mind spending this time together either. 

The nights Eddie wasn't there, which was six days out of the week, Steve always felt a little miserable. At first he just assumed he was feeling lonely. He wondered what that would be like, for real. To have someone in his house at all times. Someone to talk to every night, someone to laugh with at some stupid comedy movie, someone to greet him in the morning with a coffee cup shoved into his hands and a sunny smile. Preferably not sleeping on the couch, either, but in his bed, in his arms. 

Took a while for Steve to realize he'd stopped thinking of some random faceless girl in these scenarios. It was always about the person who was actually there with him, for one night of the week. 

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[whisker-biscuit]

And The Cracks Grow Ever Deeper

Fandom: Psychonauts

Rating: T

Summary: Ford knew that Raz would get hurt in the Meat Circus if young Oleander was. Of course he knew; he had firsthand experience. Ford/Lucy/Cassie

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What do you think it will be like?”

Lucy turned her head from where she’d been quietly watching Ford and Otto bicker on the other side of the room, looking instead at Cassie who was sitting beside her. The taller woman’s legs were crossed on the floor pillow and her hands sat idly in her lap, but the rigidness of her back betrayed the last-minute nerves she seemed to have as she asked the question.

“I mean,” Cassie continued without giving her girlfriend a chance to answer, “will it all be mashed together? Will we be separated by some kind of barrier, where we can see each other but can’t interact? Oh, dear, what if some of my memories end up in your minds and I can’t get them back?”

A smile rose on Lucy’s face. “I don’t think it works that way, Cassie.”

“But you don’t know for sure, do you? None of us know!”

“That’s why we’re doing it. That’s what makes it fun.” The shorter woman’s eyes trailed back over to Ford, who had finished his little spat with Otto and came over to plop grumpily down on Lucy’s right.

“That man has no idea what he’s doing,” he grumbled, just loud enough for everyone to hear. Across the room, fiddling with the giant, blocky machine against the wall, Otto chuckled to himself but didn’t even spare a glance over his shoulder. “‘It just needs more psitanium’, my ass. Not every energy issue can be solved by just throwing more juice at it.”

Lucy cleared her throat, giving her boyfriend a scolding look before glancing over towards Cassie, who had started wringing her hands. The man had the self-awareness to look sheepish. Before he could talk his way out of giving a proper apology, however, he was interrupted by Otto.

“Now that Ford has finally stopped busting my chops about my own inventions, who’s ready to see what the human mind is truly capable of?” He presented three clunky helmets with a telekinetic flourish, which they all began to strap to their heads with varying degrees of hesitation.

“Have you tested these yet?” Cassie asked.

“Tested?” The scientist looked positively befuddled by the word. “Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?”

Cassie groaned. Ford huffed and crossed his arms. Lucy’s excited grin widened.

“Make sure to commit this entire experience to memory! Preferably a memory vault so I can review it personally later, if you can!”

With that, Otto pulled a tiny remote out of his pocket and pressed a series of buttons, and all three helmets began to glow simultaneously. Lucy closed her eyes, feeling her body becoming weightless with each passing second. The world melted away as she drifted out and out and out…

When she opened her eyes again, she was standing in her boathouse.

Lucy raised a curious eyebrow and looked around, seeing everything exactly in place as when she’d left it this morning. The only immediate proof that she was in the mental version of her beloved home instead of the physical one was that when she glanced up, she could see many small objects floating in the air just out of her reach. She chuckled as she realized they were all things she had recently misplaced and hadn’t found yet; she could always trust her subconscious to bring such silly, inconsequential worries to the forefront of her mind.

That chuckle trailed off when she didn’t see anything different from the last time she’d been here. Had Otto’s invention failed? Had he simply sent them all into their own heads, still separate from each other?

The woman headed to the doorway overlooking the lake, where a heavy mist covered the water. It was still an odd sight, the mist – it had started pooling there about two months back, coinciding with the experiment she’d done to explore the deepest, most base instincts of her mind. The mist hadn’t done anything but take up space, although moving through it felt like wading through thick soup, and she highly suspected that it was related to the period of her life back in Grulovia after the war had begun. The threat of invasion, heavier rationing for a family that already struggled to make ends meet, and her husband being drafted almost immediately into the start of the fight had stressed her out so terribly that her memories for that entire year were hazy at best.

Gelsin’s death had been like freezing rain water over her brain, snapping her thoughts into crystal clarity with the knowledge that she had to leave the country before she was drafted for her powers and suffered the same fate. It had broken her heart to leave everything behind, but her sister had convinced her in the end, and it was a decision she didn’t regret even now.

Stress manifested in strange ways – trauma even more so – and so Lucy wasn’t afraid of the mist that seemed to have found a semi-permanent home in her mindscape. If anything, she was fascinated by it, and already had plans to explore and understand it as much as possible. At a later date, of course, because right now there was a different experiment going on.

Doubling back to the other end of the boathouse towards the path that should have led to the heptadome, Lucy stopped short as she realized that the docks on this side were not made of wood but instead giant honeycombs. She blinked down at the yellow hexagonal ground only a moment or two before stepping out onto it. It was waxy and deceptively soft under her feet, like she was walking on an unwrapped half-melting stick of butter, and the comparison made her lift up her skirts so she could gleefully stomp on it without tripping.

As she aggressively walked along the honeycomb, the woman glanced back at her boathouse, and was delighted to see that from the outside, it looked like a giant lump of glowing psitanium shaped perfectly like a brain. Cassie’s influence from the mindscape-meld was fun; Ford’s was just plain funny. She had never thought anyone could be more obsessed with the psycho-reactive mineral than Otto, but her Crulley was certainly giving him a run for his money.

Emboldened by the evidence that this experiment had worked, she cupped her hands around her mouth. “Ford! Cassie! Where are you? We’re exploring a mind, not playing hide and seek!”

There was movement away from the path, between several trees blooming with patchwork quilts and copies of Mindswarm. A paper-thin person stepped out of the forest with an equally thin notepad in her long, flimsy fingers. The ink pen holding her bound hair up clued Lucy in immediately that it was the Writer.

“Cassie! There you are!” She called out again, waving excitedly as she hurried to join the archetype. “Have any of you seen Ford?”

“Not yet, but only a few of us are looking for him. The rest are exploring this integrated mindscape.” The Writer finally seemed to notice that there was an entire walkway made out of honeycomb. Her eyes lit up and she began scribbling furiously at her notes. “I mean, look at this! Most of the bee-related things in my mind were built around a singular structure as if to mimic the brain’s interpretation of a beehive; I’ve never seen honeycomb winding across the ground like this with no end in sight. The visuals are incredibly inspiring!”

“If you write a book about our experiences here, make sure you mention how cool I am,” Lucy teased as she started down the squishy path again. “I want my biographical debut to make a big bang in the psychic community.”

“Oh, dearie, you’ve already done that a hundred times over.”

“A little embellishment never hurts!”

They walked side by side for a while, pointing out oddities as they came across them and comparing theories about how in-depth the mind meld was. Occasionally they ran into more of Cassie’s archetypes, who all ran around the mindscape in perfect sync with each other like the bees that she loved so much, but there was still no sign of Ford.

Neither woman was particularly concerned about that. Ford Cruller could get as distracted by a potential new psychic discovery as he did with bacon. They had all the time in the world to find each other. In the meantime, Lucy found herself also getting distracted by the things in this combined mindscape, having to be redirected more than once by the paper representation of her girlfriend so they never became separated.

“I’ve noticed that we have yet to encounter any censors…” The Writer mused almost half an hour later, sitting in a booth at the Lumberstack Diner while her companion rummaged through a deceptively deep minifridge sitting on a carpet-covered counter several feet away.

Only half of the giant room they’d found themselves in resembled the restaurant; the other half looked like the bowling alley Lucy and Ford had snuck away to for their very first date, before they’d realized Cassie also had feelings for the hydrokinetic. This place seemed to be one of the few with a clear cut down the middle, separating the different spaces; although the bowling ball lights hanging over the booths and the neon signs shaped like stacks of pancakes still kept up the trend of their merged minds looking like everything had been run through a blender and then splattered onto a single canvas like an abstract painting.

Lucy let out a sound of triumph as she pulled out an entire plate full of bacon – one that also had her favorite chewing tobacco, fresh dumplings, slightly out-of-date carp, and a single uncooked and uncracked egg. She set the plate down carefully on the booth table so as not to spill anything before plucking the juiciest-looking piece of bacon from the pile.

“Oh, you’re right,” she said, leaning over towards the window with the meat. Her hand passed through the glass as though it was a shallow stream of water and she began waving the bacon enthusiastically out in the open air. “By now, we would have been swarmed by at least a dozen of the little ones. They’re very dedicated to their job, after all!”

The Writer tapped her paper pen against her paper wrist, paper chin in paper hand. “I wonder if, because our minds are all connected, none of us can be considered outside entities in this state. An exception to the rules that we’ve never been able to bypass before?”

“That, or we’ve finally gone off the deep end.” Lucy grinned when the archetype gave her a flat stare. Her hand holding the bacon continued to flap diligently. “Maybe this is the experiment that will prove all of Otto’s naysayers right about him.”

“Which naysayers? The ones who claimed he was a quack with aspirations too lofty for his craft?”

“The ones who said he’d permanently scramble someone’s brains if he was allowed to continue inventing.”

“Ah.” The Writer coughed politely into her fist, but there was no hiding her smile. “Well, one can only hope that we’re not his first victims.”

“Helmut would be disappointed if we were – he told me if there was anyone here who deserves to go out in a blaze of glory, it’s him.”

Before Cassie’s archetype could respond, the bowling ball light fixture above them began to creak. They both looked up just in time to see Ford’s head squeeze out of one of the three finger holes.

“Mmm…I knew I recognized that smell!” He licked his lips, eyes closed as he sniffed deeply at the air. When he finally realized that he had been summoned, Ford looked back and forth between the two women, still hanging upside down by only his head and shoulders. “Well, it’s about time! I was wondering when you would show up.”

“When we would show up?” Lucy shot her boyfriend an unimpressed look. “We’ve been together for ages. You’re the one who needed bacon bait just to join the rest of the group. What have you been doing this entire time?”

He squeezed his right hand and arm out of the bowling ball lamp and offered it to them. “Want to join me and see for yourselves?”

Lucy shared a glance with the Writer, who held up a finger. “Give me just a moment. I can see the way your eyes are shining and I think we’d all like to be together for whatever it is you’ve found.”

She whistled, loud and high-pitched in a sound similar to playing the flute on a blade of grass, and within seconds the amalgamated restaurant was filled with a dozen archetypes who all began assimilating into each other. Ford and Lucy waited patiently until Cassie appeared before them, fully three-dimensional. Only once that was done did they each grab the man’s hand and let him pull them through the makeshift portal he’d made.

Teleportation was one of those things Lucy could never quite get used to no matter if it was someone’s powers or just a component of a mindscape. She came out the other side dizzy, having to take a moment to steady herself and let her mental body adjust to the jarring change of scenery while the other two placed hands on her shoulders to help. When her senses finally cleared, she looked around to find what had caught Ford’s attention so thoroughly.

They were all standing on the edge of a massive cliff. The space beyond was an endless void of fluctuating colors, blurry and vague and seemingly random. As Lucy stared out at it in wonder, she saw Cassie turn to look behind them out of the corner of her eye.

“It’s a long, vertical path down to the rest of our combined mindscape,” her girlfriend noted. “We’re so high up I think I might get vertigo. Ford, how did you find this place?”

“My instincts were calling and I answered,” he said, joining Lucy in her watch of the great expanse. “Felt the urge to travel without a specific place in mind, which led me here. What do you think that all looks like?”

Lucy tilted her head and squinted. The colors began forming shapes that were almost familiar. It hit her at the exact same time that Cassie gasped aloud.

“Is that the Collective Unconscious?”

“That’s what I’ve been wondering,” Ford replied with an excited gleam in his eye. “If it is, this is the first time I’ve ever seen it so close to a mental world. Usually, it takes significant psychic energy or help from one of Otto’s inventions to make the jump from the inside, but what if what we’ve done today has made the connections that we already share even more accessible than usual?”

“Are you saying that combining our psyches might make it easier to hop into other mindscapes?” Cassie asked.

“Or make it easier for someone to do the same to us…” Lucy answered before Ford could, feeling a sudden wave of unease the longer she stared at the distant distorting colors.

It was no secret among them – all seven of them – that they had been exploring things that had brought their mental security down beyond what even a non-psychic person could manage. It made them vulnerable, but they were safe with each other, and everything was being done in a real desire to learn and explore what the human mind was truly capable of. Not to mention, they could all build those barriers up again if they truly needed to.

But something about standing here on the precipice of open access to countless minds, with none of those natural safeguards in place, made Lucy’s stomach turn in a way that went beyond an instinctive reaction to vulnerability. It was a learned reaction, born from hardships and trauma and the knowledge that such perceived weaknesses could easily be exploited by the dangers of the world, and from the way Cassie’s mouth was tightening into a thin line, Lucy knew that she was not the only one who felt that stress.

Ford, bless him, had not experienced life in the ways that the other two had. He seemed oblivious to his partners’ growing unrest, too distracted by his enthusiasm for discovery to consider quitting while they were all still ahead.

“Well, no use standing here gawking when we have an entirely new avenue to explore!” The man rubbed his hands together excitedly, unaware of the look Lucy and Cassie exchanged. “What do you two think is the best way to get out there without losing our connection to this world? I could probably teleport out that far myself, but then I might get booted out of everything.”

“Maybe…if you were still tethered here before you went out?” Cassie offered, sounding more tentative than anything. “I’m sure I could conjure up something for you to hold onto…”

She closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her temple, and a long length of rope appeared in her outstretched hand.

“Fantastic idea!” Ford grabbed one end and tied it around his wrist. The other he handed to Lucy, who took it without a word. “I’ll just be a hop, skip and a levitation away. Send me a mental message if anything changes.”

He disappeared from sight, reappearing several feet out in the void in a single blink before doing the same thing again. The rope slackened and then pulled taut with every jump as Ford grew further and further away, still miraculously attached by his wrist despite them not being able to see the end of it regardless of whether he was visible or not. Eventually, his form was nothing but a distant dark speck in the ocean of color.

“What do you think he’ll find out there?” Lucy asked after several tense seconds of silence.

“Hopefully nothing that will get him in trouble,” Cassie muttered. “Does he really have to be so reckless all the time?”

“Although some foresight would be appreciated every now and then, it is one of the things that made me fall in love with him.”

The other woman sighed, rolled her eyes, and smiled. “Yes, I know. Just like your own recklessness is what helped me fall for you.”

They each took their free hands off the rope to instead link together, each giving the other a squeeze. Lucy’s heart swelled despite the situation as she looked up at her girlfriend. How lucky she was to have found love again, and with two of the most wonderful people she could have ever hoped to meet!

“I hope you two aren’t gossiping about me,” Ford’s voice appeared in their heads at the same time. “I could feel your happiness all the way out here.”

“Not everything is about you, Crulley,” Lucy said, more amused than anything else as she leaned her shoulder into Cassie’s side. “Have you reached the Collective Unconscious yet?”

“I’m already there, I think. It’s strange, though – I don’t see any doors or entrances or anything indicating that I’m close to someone else’s mind. Just a blank walkway and enough color to strain even Helmut’s eyes.”

“Perhaps because of our mind meld, our psyches are inherently closer to the Unconscious, but other minds are inaccessible,” Cassie mused. “Like a submarine in ocean waters. Individually, we were all on boats where we could dive into the ocean – other minds – but now, instead, we are wading deeper than we ever could before but completely sealed off from everything else.”

“What a delightful metaphor!” Lucy exclaimed. “You have such a way with words, Cassie. I can’t wait to see what mental images you paint from everything we’ve seen today.”

“Delightful, maybe, but I’ll be pretty disappointed if we can’t even visit Otto’s mind from here,” Ford interjected with a grumble. “I was really hoping I could pop into his head for a quick scare. Ah, well, maybe instead I can…hold on. Something’s changing.”

He fell silent for a while, leaving them to do nothing but wait. When his voice filtered through again, it was distracted and much more distant.

“It looks like I came across another psychic. I can’t make out their mental projection but there’s definitely something more solid than anything else I’ve – wait, don’t–!”

A sudden, searing heat shot straight through Lucy’s body, nearly knocking her flat with the shock of it. Cassie let out a cry and stumbled several steps back from the cliff, still holding onto the rope by some miracle – Lucy realized she’d dropped her portion of it only when she looked down at her shaking hands for signs of damage.

There was none at all. No marks, no burns, nothing. Somehow, that fact was scarier than if she had been visibly burned to a crisp.

“…ttacked me!” Ford came through like static, broken up and hard to focus on. Lucy grabbed onto the rope again and pulled it as tight as she could. “I’m……scape but…….blocking my………ay put!”

No warning came for the second assault either – they were both just getting their bearings again when they felt the psychic flames lick up their legs, scorching them with invisible agony that they could not fight or even see.

“Ford, get out of there!” Cassie cried out. “Something’s happening to us!”

In the far distance, as a tiny speck, they could see their partner blipping towards them. Following him was a dark shape of something that glowed a terrible ruddy orange as it shot another psychic attack at its target. Ford anticipated this one, though, swerving out of the way just in time for it to graze him along one arm instead of hitting him dead-on. The mental skim burned at Lucy’s own arm at the same time, and she clutched it to her chest as realization hit with the same impact as the mental assault did.

Linked minds also meant linked psychic wounds.

Ford made one last, long, desperate teleport forward, clearing just enough distance for them to grab him telekinetically and pull him onto the ledge they stood on. He collapsed on top of them, sending them all tumbling backwards and down the lengthy drop towards the rest of their shared mindscape. The crackle in the air warned them of another incoming blast just as Lucy managed to pull her smelling salts out of her sleeve.

“Out!” She screamed, cracking the thing open and letting the foul smell snap her out of her mind, out of her head, right as pain sizzled across her skin –

And found herself laying on the cushioned floor of the heptadome, gasping for air as she stared up at a stained-glass ceiling. Two familiar, pain-filled gasps to her right and her left told her that Cassie and Ford had woken up as well. They all laid there for a moment, hurrying to pull up every mental barrier they could think of to protect themselves while simultaneously trying to process what had just happened.

A pair of large round glasses against light blue skin suddenly appeared over Lucy’s line of sight. “Goodness, that was quite the dramatic exit! Did something go terribly wrong? Don’t leave a single detail out!”

She sat up slowly, biting back a groan, and checked herself over. No physical wounds. No pressure against her head from an intruder. Mind and body completely intact, if quite a bit sore and shaken, and adrenaline was pounding away in her ears and her chest. Her partners both seemed to be doing the same check-in, although the scowl on Ford’s face said that he was about two seconds away from smacking Otto if the man didn’t stop bugging them with questions.

“I think I’m quite done with mind melds for the time being,” Cassie announced. “You two can leave me out of this particular activity next time you attempt it.”

“Why?” Otto asked. “What happened?”

“I think that might be wise,” Lucy agreed, putting her hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder as they stood up together on shaky legs. “At the very least, we should probably lay low for a while until we’re certain that other psychic won’t be able to find us.”

“Other psychic? What other psychic?”

“I’ll tell you later, Otto,” Ford said, tiredly, before turning his head to mash his face against a pillow. The sweat on his brow under the helmet was the only sign of the harsh mental assault he’d just endured – that they’d all endured. “Go find another invention to blow up and leave us alone to rest before I give you a live demonstration of exactly what happened.”

The scientist opened his mouth, no doubt to say that he’d love a live demonstration, but one warning look from Cassie had him close it immediately. He scurried off, leaving the three to recover from the discovery they’d just learned in the worst way possible.

Afterwards, when they’d all had time to catch their breath and debrief over the whole ordeal – long after the threat of attack had subsided and it was clear they were safe – Lucy was surprised to find her hands trembling just the tiniest bit. She tucked them under her arms and followed Ford out of the heptadome, ignoring the pounding still in her chest and behind her ears. She was clearly more shaken up than she’d realized, but the feeling would pass eventually even if it seemed to be taking longer and longer each time.

There was no reason to worry. No reason to tell anyone else about it. It always passed.

Always.

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A/N: This is a Psychonauts 2023 Secret Santa gift fic for @portalcartoon! I kinda screwed around with how the Collective Unconscious might work cause I needed a threat big enough to cause harm for these three and Maligula didn't actually surface until well after Lucy left.

Hope you like it!

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #psychonautssecretsanta2023 #lucrecia mux #ford cruller #cassie o'pia #ford x lucy x cassie

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Cutthroat Challenge: Just Desserts

Written: Jan 23 2020 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.5k

Prompt: Netflix and Chill

Sabotages: You have to work in Bucky howling like a wolf.  No sentence can be longer than fifteen words.

Warnings: 18+ Fluff & Smut

The fire roared, dry wood crackled breaking apart. It sent sparks into the smoky air drifting around the shallow pit. Bucky stepped up next to it, long silver flask in one hand. In the other a log which he tossed into the amber fire licking the air. He stumbled back with the gray smoke billowing in his face. He tipped back the flask, full of Asgardian whiskey and sprinkled his mouth with it.

Steve shoved into him, drunk. Well, as drunk as Steve could be. He grabbed for the flask, sloshing a bit down the side of Bucky’s mouth.

Bucky gave up and let Steve have it. Dark eyes stared over the fire with a hiccup. You were there, smiling with the glow of liquor and the warmth of the flames.

Steve, Bucky, Sam and Clint decided on a casual night out. But the four of them, tired of crowds settled on the woods instead. You tagged along. The compound could be so quiet without them. And you really didn’t want to be left with your own thoughts. So when Bucky urged you to come, you didn’t hesitate to accept the invitation.

At first you felt out of place. You worked accounting, administration mostly, and bumped into them often enough. But really you out in the woods with heroes, seemed out of your element. The trip there quickly changed your mind. You settled in around them. Each with their big personalities brought out yours. Sort of.

And after dinner all of them sat outside trading stories. You joined, flopped down in the big comfy wooden chair and curled up. Whiskey in your hands. Your eyes shifting and rocking from Steve to Sam, occasionally to Clint. But mostly, you caught yourself staring at Bucky.

Dark hair cut short, patchy beard. His eyes would glimmer in the flames. His short bursts of laughter would leave you smirking. The whiskey spread leaving you light headed and free, somewhat. So you indulged in observing your friend.

Suddenly Clint stood, swayed too, and tilted his head back to the full moon. Bucky’s eyes danced with silly uncertainty, his cheek bones scrunched into a wince. Clint billowed a long howl into the heavy night air. Sam, catching what Clint was doing started to bark. Still Bucky sat there as Steve too stood, put his hands on his hips and howled.

The guys descended into chuckles, sporadic yelps and growls. And you chugged the last of your drink as you giggled into the empty tumbler. After a few seconds of continued howls and barking you went back into the cabin. You were passed buzzed, drunk but you made another drink. The thought of going back out there sloppy wasn’t your idea of fun.

You slightly staggered into your darkened room. The small room moved around you ever so slightly as you headed to the bed. You sat the cup down on the end table. You bounced and jiggled while you peeled down to your shirt and panties. You dug out the laptop, tossed it at the head of the bed. And soon you followed.

Belly first, your feet hanging off the edge. Your shirt riding up passed the band of your underwear. You pulled at the laptop, put it on a pillow. Flipped it open and put on Netflix. An often repeated favorite was already there: Zumbo’s Just Desserts.

Your drink forgotten in the haze of influence you watched the competition unfold. You were enthralled in the making of gateau. And the sound of boots on a wooden floor never crossed your ears.

A giant flop later your laptop slid off the pillow. You scrambled for it. And your eyes swirled from light to the dark of the room. Looking over your shoulder, there was a large mass behind you.

It didn’t move. You lifted the laptop shining light upon the figure. Dark hair stuck out the top of his jacket ballooned around him. He moaned turned his head to the light and grinned. Bucky.

Suddenly he sat back on his knees. Foolery, lightness of spirit, whatever it was he stared at you. His eyes crinkled as he yanked his jacket off.

He howled, piercingly, it rang in your ears at its loudest.

You flinched and nearly dropped your laptop. So you rolled onto your back pulling it with you.

“Bucky!” you called and then giggled.

He was silent, still eying you, still grinning playfully. He tossed the jacket, the wind was a quick reminder of your bare legs. Haphazardly you tugged at the hem of your shirt, moved the laptop lower. But Bucky grabbed the laptop while he leaned back unlacing his boots.

“Food?” he asked sluggishly. “I liked that one flick about the inn.”

Your mind muddled to figure out what movie he was talking about. He came back down, kicking off his boots one at a time with a toe.

“The one with the city girl, goes to New Zealand,” he said. Coming closer, with laptop in hand, he crossed over your shoulders. You rolled to your side as he sat it back on the pillow. “Meets a guy, he helps her rebuild this inn.”

Your heart started to race. “A rom-com?” you asked breathlessly.

You tried not to pay attention to just how close he was. But the heat from his body surrounded you. His breath stinging with whiskey filled your nose.

“Ya, it’s good.” He chuckled softly.

His hand dropped around your waist pulling you in nearer to him. It felt like an act he had thought of for months. You sank back into him, disbelieving Bucky Barnes was cuddling your body. Propped up on his elbow, he dipped his head into your hair.

“I thought it was sweet, warming. Like you,” he whispered.

You shut your eyes tight. You fought the swimming in your head. Twitching, your hand glided from the comforter to his metal arm firmly wrapped around you.

Bucky’s breath hitched and then released it near your ear. His prickly beard scratched across your jaw. His arm unfolded underneath your head as you fell back into it.

You were face to face. Pale digital light casted shadows across his face. But blurry eyed as you were there was still gentleness in his gaze.

“Did you hear?” he asked.

You simply shrugged not knowing what he was talking about.

A smirk curled in the corner of his mouth. “I said you’re sweet.” he repeated.

Somewhere in your drunken stupor you missed the motion. The slow descending dip of his head towards your face, the seriousness in his eyes. He kissed you.

Your eyes widened and then fluttered shut. He covered you. Heat and his heavy body began to spill to your legs, your hip. His metal fingers steadily worked their way up between the bed and your ribcage. The nook of his other arm cradled your head. Soon desserts were the last thing on your mind. 

The knot in your stomach loosened but the muscles in your thighs tightened. Bucky’s lips slipped from your mouth trailing kisses and sucks down your neck. He was on top of you. Grinding his want into your pelvis. His knees wedged in and then spread your taut legs a part. He pressed his groin to yours.

He couldn’t get enough of your petal smooth skin. Nor could he ignore the light scent of smoke in your hair. Or the vanilla warming in his nose. You are beautiful to him. Squirming underneath, caught between softness and him. And he can tell you haven’t been touched in some time. You cling to him, your moans send tingles down his spine urging him to rub harder. He wanted to see how long you could last with just well intended touch.

He smiled into the skin of your breast. You were shaking all over. Legs trembled around his hips, clenching to close but struggling to stay open.

His jeans scraped across the skin of your thighs. He shifted a bit, rocked his hips, pressed in harder hitting your clit faster.

“Oh, my god. Bucky!” you panted.

Your hands fumbled to his shirt and balled your fingers into the collar. He wouldn’t let you pull him from nibbling your nipple.

“Feel good, baby?” he muttered against your skin.

You nodded your head feverishly and shut your eyes. Bucky barely pulled away from you he kept his hardness jutting across your clit. He brought his metal hand to your face. His other arm still cradling your head, he enveloped you close. His metal fingers sunk into your parted mouth. The act turned into your undoing.

Suckling two at a time you crumbled underneath him sending your body into jelly. His metal fingers slipped from your lips. And with a satisfied sigh, your fingers loosen and fell to your chest. Weakly your eyes opened, Bucky was watching you tuck your lips between your teeth. Slowly he met your eyes, grinning lightly as he spoke.

“You still wanna watch Netflix?” he asked.

Leisurely you shook your head no against his arm. Bucky smiled and reached over toward the laptop. He shut the lid as his lips pressed against yours.

In the dark, his cool metal arm reached between your legs fiddling with your panties.

“Wanna feel the sweet I have for you?” he mumbled into your mouth.

You nodded wordlessly.

“Well,” he said unzipping his jeans. “I’m gonna to make sure you get it.”

#Bucky Barnes #Black Reader #Black!reader #Black!femalereader

[dumbgothbunny]

Bless @loki-hargreeves for my nathan asks. I smoked some weed and wrote up some shit

Okay but Nathan keeps a cage for bunny reader- but he orders a bigger one, and he lets his sweet bunny personalize it all to her liking. It’s lavender colored, a soft pastel. Pastel blue and pink fairy lights and iridescent sheer fabric are interwoven through the bars. Instead of a hard flooring there’s pillows and plush fuax fur blankets. You’ve got a few of Nathan’s shirts and a pair of his boxers (you’d stolen them from his clothes pile- you can’t help it he just- smells so nice) all nice and built up It’s your perfect little space. Just for you.

Nathan buys you a Polaroid camera. You begged and begged and he told you he could get something better, but you insisted the girls in the videos you watched had them and they were so cute. It’s pastel blue. He even took care in buying you colorful trimmed film packs. You’ve got a few pinned up in your crate- photos of you and Nathan hung with care.

At first you try to sleep there, but you don’t last a night. The first night you’re with him there’s a big scary storm and you’re so badly frightened that you pass out as a giant bolt of lightening flashes and thunder rattles the house. Nathan luckily is there to catch you. He sighs and takes you to his room. He pets your ears as you come too, shaking his head. “Such a scared little bunny.”

He totally lets you cling to him all night, his fingertips gently stroking the patches of fur along your sides and underboob. Sometimes when the thunder is loud you flinch, making him coo to you.

The stormy season isn’t letting up- he decides to try something with you. He’s got you straddling his lap, hands on his chest. “Just open up bunny. Like we kiss.” You nod, doing as he says. “Now when I inhale this in your mouth take a deep breath and hold it.

You cough and sneeze and it’s so cute. He does it a few more times, tears rolling down your cheeks from coughing. And then you’re relaxed- the storm no longer bothering you. However Nathan discovers that weed not only makes you silly, but also very horny. He’s not had sex with you, but he has been cuddling and petting and kissing you. He’s slowly teaching you things, and finding out things about himself along the way.

Nathan can be sweet- but he’s still Nathan. He gets angry when you act out- he will punish you and he will take it seriously. He has a quick temper, especially when working.

#nathan bateman #nathan bateman could fist my asshole in half #bunny!reader #nathan bateman/reader #nathan/reader #oscar issac #ex machina

[huexuri]

Hello again, love! I was thinking, could you maybe write some subby top (I know that might not make much sense but you’ll get it as I further explain if you don’t already do) boyfriend Hyuka? Let’s say, you had a bad day, just super anxious and overwhelmed the whole time, having had many panic attacks throughout making you just really upset which you tell him over the phone as you’re on break so he invites you over to his place after work, telling you to bring a plush friend and to show up in your favorite jammies. When you do show up, one of the other boys lets you in and tells you to go into his room for a surprise where he has moved his bed to make a giant blanket fort for the two of you. Inside there’s pillows and blankets covering the floor, some of favorite jumbo plushies all around, your favorite snacks, a light projector projecting stars onto the blanket ceiling and a little movie projector playing your favorite movie. So you cuddle into him as close as possible, holding your comfort plush you brought with you, and him being the thigh man he is (no one can tell me that he’s not a thigh, and also tummy, man, like I’ll die on that hill that he prefers thighs and tummies way more than tits and ass), starts caressing your inner thigh under the shared blanket, getting pretty close to a certain area which makes you feel that area tingle and slowly becoming wet as you find yourself now needing him. So you ask for him to make love to you and him not usually on top says he will as long as you lead him so he can please you exactly how you want. Constantly awaiting approval, asking if what he’s doing it okay/right, and making you both establish a safe word since your sensitive right now cause consent is sexy. Treating you like a pillow princess whilst saying that your baby boy will make sure that mommy is taken good care of and gets as many quality orgasms from him that she wants. Saying he’ll even make her squirt if she wants to. Basically where she tells him what to do and he so happily obliges to every request, always making sure she’s feeling good and constantly giving her praise for doing so well despite her burnout from having so many anxiety attacks earlier. Not even caring if he ever cums himself, unless she wants him to cum in her (reader would be on the pill but remember y’all, don’t be silly and wrap ya willy!). Just wanting to take care of you just how mommy has always taken care of him. I just want something nice and soft, where consent is sexy, he’s incredibly gentle, usually the bottom but knows you don’t have to energy to top so he tops, calls you mommy, praises you and makes lots of dirty talk but like, soft dirty talk. For example: “You like that, mommy? You like me touching you like that, don’t you? Mhmm? God, you’re being such a good girl for me.” I hope this isn’t too much to ask for/too specific, I just wanted to make sure I gave enough detail so that you can understand what I’n getting out. But if this is too much, you don’t have to write it and regardless, I still love your work so much, Xuri! Sending you lots of love 💗

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HIIIII OGMOGMGOGNJSHAHAGSGA HI HI HI MY LOVELY CREATIVE ANON! I'M NOT GONNA WRITE ABOUT THIS BECAUSE U BASICALLY WTOTE EVERYTHING BUT TJIS IS LIKE EYE CANDY. READING THIS MADE ME TINGLY???? UR SO GOOD WHAT THE HEL.... AND WHOEVER ARGUES W ME THAT HYUKA ISNT A THIGH GUY IS INSTANTLY WRONG❌❌❌❌❌❌❌

#⊹˚₊ anon:✨ ⋆ #xuri inbox