#on their head and they would like. squish down and then disappear and drop a coin. does this make any sense

[front-facing-pokemon]

#kricketot #they kinda look like an enemy in a mario game. with the nose shape and the eyes. they're cute. they look like a guy whom mario could stomp #on their head and they would like. squish down and then disappear and drop a coin. does this make any sense #i guess so. actually i got a random shiny kricketot in my first playthrough of legends arceus. came right after the shiny luxio i got #both of which were like. my first “full-odds” shinies though some would argue they don't count bc they make a loud sound when they spawn #and it's not like. a “Real” pokémon game. which. is fair. i also got a lot of shinies in scarlet/violet but you can see those in the overwo #ld too so maybe those don't count either? if those are our criteria then i have never gotten a full-odds random shiny before. in a pokémon #game where you can't see shinies in the overworld. but i'll still always remember kricketot as one of the ones that i did get #i was like. climbing up the mountain behind the second camp in obsidian fieldlands. the one where you get wyrdeer and fight kricketune #and one just fucking. spawned. in the grass. i heard the sound effect and just Turned. and there it was. threw a jet ball at it or w/e they #'re called and got it. and i can't remember what i named her but i do remember she was female

[xuchiya]

streets [c.san]

₊˚.༄ || filth valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

₊˚.༄ We real life made for each other And it's hard to keep my cool ₊˚.༄

"it's getting late, do you have someone to pick you up?" your head turn towards san, still in his uniform. his face mask were pulled down just below his bottom lip, emphasizing his cheeks; it made you want to squish his cheeks from being so innocent.

san was one of your fellow nurses. The crisp navy-blue scrubs fit him perfectly, the name tag reading "San Choi, RN" gleaming under the fluorescent lights. you cleared your throat; your heart was beating too loud for you that it hurts to taint this uncorrupted soul. you have hint after hint of crush on this man, this huge ass man that his face does not match his enormous body that you totally found yourself completely hidden.

proved when you stood behind him once and when you say, disappeared.

abracadabra, bitch not even a strand of hair can be seen.

"ah well i actually have somewhere to be ... what about you?" san looks at his watch, sighing, brushing his hair off his eyes, "my friend said he'll pick me up but he had an emergency call from his dad's company so now I have to wait for a bus..."

you frown looking at your watch too, its 10pm. Usually buses don't take this route anymore, "buses aren't available in this hour, san."

his heart fell on his stomach, double checking his watch, "damn it!" your eyes widen at his sudden burst of profanity. his eyes widen too and apologizing to you, "i'm sorry didn't mean to."

your lips curled up in a teasing smile, "your patient would not like it if she heard that one." San shakes his head laughing lightly. the small silence engulfs you both before you had an idea which will be a torture for you.

probably a torture for him too.

San was already an intern at a prestigious hospital near his family's home; owned by his grandfather though he is expecting him that he will continue his service even after his internship.

but when San came by a hospital that one of his friends were admitted after being confined. He found himself stuck on the reception area as his eyes were glued to your figure, up on hospital trolley, shouting dose of pharmaceutical. Your determine look and perseverance on your career what intrigued him to know you more.

so he left his family hospital.

San is pediatrician and so do you, the amount of love he gives on these children what also intrigued you in getting to know the man that suddenly left the hospital that you were trying to apply.

"hey i can give you a ride?" you mention, his ear perk up and reddens. his heart thumps inside his chest all of a sudden, "i-i .."

upon realizing what you said, your eyes once again widen and stutter out excuses, "oh my gosh! i - this is embarrassing, God take me!" you groan, covering your face.

for a while San chuckles at your reaction, composing himself, "I know you don't mean any harm but if you're going to drop me off then i hope i'm not delaying any of your plans."

When San agrees about you giving him a ride, he meant to be able to relax on the passenger seat.

He stares at the glaring matte black with gold flames on the Kawasaki Ninja 400R. That is one of the motorbikes he wishes to own and drive but because of his independence, San is still saving up.

"Holy .." You look at San as you place the glove tightly on your hand, "hmm?" Clueless on his reaction, you swing your leg over the bike, reviving the engine on and tune in the smoky sound of the engine of your bike.

San stares in awe as you hand him (set of embarrassment hue on your cheeks) a customized helmet. It has kitty ear with soft peach color as parallel of the inside of the ear.

"this is so cute." when he puts in the helmet, it dawned on him. You, arch back, hunch forward and him behind you, holding on tightly. His ears were once again red, frozen in place; his mind racing the same speed as your bike with filthy thoughts.

Like how could he not? Your ass is probably close to his (now) stiffening cock in his scrubs when he jumps in. the way it would keep brushing on his cock would probably have him cumming there.

"San? you okay?" You haven't feel the pressure or the weight on your back, so you turn your attention on San; standing with an incredible thickening boner in his scrubs, if it weren't for the eye shield of your helmet, he would seen you checking him out.

Or worse, staring at his firm boner.

San snap out of his thoughts and hurriedly swing his legs over the other side of the bike, after settling down on the leather seat. "You okay? Do you need-"

"Let's just go." San spoke clearing his throat and immediatly feels bad for brushing your concerns off, you understood why.

Without speaking much, you note that San would not hold on to you because of his hard situation so you did the initiative to grab his hands, in which he was taken back, and wrap them around your waist; patting his hand, "Mind you that it's night and I'll be taking advantage of the road."

You look over at San, "don't worry, I'll slow down if its too much." So without delaying much of your guys time, you kick off the stand and off both of you on the streets. San calling whatever can answer them make this ride, a comfortable one.

to say the least, no one grant his calls.

"u-Ugh f-ufuck chakaman!" San gasp, holding on to the mop of hair on the level of his hips while gripping his scrub up on his chest in his other hand—exposing his toned stomach, his scrub pants pooled on the floor. Your tousled hair, lips wrapped around his aching cock left him gripping the leather seat of your motorbike as you continued swirling your tongue on his red tip. San cried, bucking his hips when you took all of him; fitting him in your mouth up til’ his tip hitting the back of your throat.

 You hum to accumulate more of his climax, which in your satisfaction made San whimper thrusting his hips in your mouth, “f-fuck …” Shamelessly, he started fucking your throat as his climax were nearing and sooner, his cum spurted on your tongue and down your throat. You pull away from him, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to let him see that you have collected some of his cum before swallowing them.

  You gave him a smile before licking your salty lips, standing up proceeding to remove your leather pants; letting them rest on your knees along with your undies. You turn your head over to look at him with a smirk on your lips, bending moderately for him to see your puckered glistening hole with a small help of one of your hands to spread your cheek.

 “I know you want to get your dick wet, come on baby.” San’s eye twitch the moment you provoke him and have to look around the cleared parking spot you parked on and had him spitting his fingers and run them up and down your puffy cunt before grabbing his semi-hard dick and tap his tip on your hole; wiggling your asscheeks for him to provoke him more which he took the cue and slam his hips on yours.

You were quite taken back, his hips pace was something you were wondering if he has his dick wet a few times or he has this speed that you were looking for; nevertheless it had you moaning his name as his tip kept nudging. You rolled your hips each time he pulls away, leaving the tip then slamming back inside, “Fu-fuck Sannie— that’s so good! Right there!”

San’s hand crept down towards your clit, circling them rapidly and increasing the pleasure and the coil on your stomach, “You like that? You dirty dirty girl.” San stops circling his fingers around your clit and let you bend over your motorcycle as his hips snaps swiftly, placing the hem of his scrubs between his teeth as his hands knead the flesh of your hips then to your plump ass, spreading them as he watch his dick disappear inside your hole; a ring of your slick making him moan in his scrubs.

“Shit shit!” You cursed, lewd noises echoing the silent parking lot increase the arousal on your stomach, the fire of desire as San rapidly ram himself until you feel your thighs shake, “I’m g-gonna cum!” San drops the cloth and bent over to your ear, “Then make yourself a mess on my dick baby.” 

That it all took before you had a long string of ‘fuck’ leaving your lips as your orgasm washed over you, eyes fluterring close hips moving to chase your high. You felt San’s hand clasp around your hips and his broken moans reach your ears, “I don’t care if you’re on the pill or not but me? Get you knocked up? It’s been a fantasy of mine.”

His seeds spurted your walls, bucking a deeper part of your pussy. His hips halted as he let every drop of his cum stay inside you before pulling out, a whine left your lips but soon replaced by a yelp as San smacked your ass in his palm before placing your panties and your pants back on, “It’s cold and besides …” You turn around, he brushes hair away from your sweaty face, “I don’t want you wasting what we work hard on.”

Your cheeks flared, “You must have thought of this ‘fantasy of yours for a while now eh?” San shakes his head, a smile on his lips; securing his boxers and scrub pants back on before leaning on your motorcycle, shrugging, “Maybe but I should have taken you on a date first before I knock you up.”

You whine, smacking his arms, “Stop using that term.” San’s head threw back as he laughed at your reddened face, you groaned turning your head to the side. He stops laughing little by little before sighing, grabbing your hand; pulling you between his legs, “But it’s true. I had it all planned and there’s a step by step to it … but it looks like I skipped a step.”

You look at him, pouty lips, “a lot you mean.” He chuckles heartedly, grabbing your cheeks in his large palms, caressing them, “Okay a lot but it doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna take care of you. Let me praise you, love you, worship you and let me do those things because it is my duty to make you feel special and I want you to feel you are the only girl in this damn world. You’re my girl.”

You were left speechless and San saw in your eyes the appreciation, pulling you in his arms, “I’ll kiss you after our fourth date.”

“Why not now? You already got me knocked up and we are not even on our first date.” He chuckles and this is one of the reasons why he likes you; nonchalant or straightforward. He nodded, “Okay.” He pulls you in near his warmth, his lips landing gently on yours. He took the lead to make you feel special, make you feel the most important person to him.

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[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Heat of the Moment

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Gabriel tortures Sam with visions of you dying over and over

“Heat of the moment…”

Sam groaned as he lifted his head from his pillow.

“Rise and shine, Sammy!” Dean grinned, much too chipper for so early in the morning.

You groaned next to Sam, pulling your pillow over your head.

“Five more minutes,” you whined.

“Nope, time to go,” Sam huffed as he sat up.

“Not yet,” you huffed. “Please?”

“C’mon honey.” Sam grinned as he poked at your side. “Get up!”

“Hey!” You squealed. “Sammy, no!”

“Then get up!” Sam laughed, tickling your sides.

“I—hI a—ha—AM!” You laughed, squirmed away from your big brother.

“Doesn’t look like it to me,” Sam argued. “What do you think, Dean? You think she’s getting up?”

“Doesn’t look like it, Sammy,” Dean chuckled.

“You-hou’re so mean!” You whined.

“Mean? I’m just helping you wake up,” Sam replied, grabbing your arms with one hand when you tried to hit him, continuing to tickle you with the other.

“Alright Sam, let her get up,” Dean said as your laughter fell silent, your face bright red.

“Ok, ok,” Sam relented, pulling you into his lap.

“You’re mean,” you giggled, burrowing against his chest.

“Yeah, yeah.” Sam ruffled your hair before pulling away. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“I’ll pack the car!” You jumped up, grabbing a few bags and heading for the car.

“She got her energy fast.” Dean chuckled.

“No kidding.” Sam spotted a bag that you’d left behind. “I’m gonna help her.”

“Ok, ok just put it down.” Your frightened voice was the first thing Sam heard as he reached the Impala. He stepped around it to see you, your hands outstretched in front of you, the bags on the ground at your feet. Sam turned to see what you were looking at, only to come face-to-muzzle with a gun.

“Stay back!” The man wielding it yelled, waving the gun from you to Sam, then back to you.

“Ok, ok.” Sam held his hands up in surrender, sidestepping closer to you in an attempt to shield your body with his.

“Stop moving!” The man demanded, pointing the gun at you and…

Bang!

Your body slammed into the Impala after you staggered back from the impact of the bullet. The masked robber dropped the gun in surprise; clearly he hadn’t meant to shoot.

“No!” Sam cried, kneeling down next to your wheezing form.

“Sa-Sam?” You whimpered, your hands searching out his in a panic.

“Hey, hey I’m here,” he soothed, pulling you into his lap. “No no, keep your eyes open sweetheart. This isn’t it, don’t give up, ok?”

You weren’t responding anymore, your eyes drifting shut even as you fought to keep them open.

“No…no!” Sam shook you, but it had no affect as your breathing slowed to a stop. “No…”

“Heat of the moment…”

Sam jolted upright with a gasp.

“Rise and shine, Sammy!” Dean grinned.

“Wha…” Sam looked around, confused. He snapped out of his stupor when you groaned next to him.

“Five more min—“ your whine was cut off when Sam pulled you into his arms. “Sammy, you’re squishing me!”

“Uh, Sam?” Dean questioned Sam’s strange behavior with a raised eyebrow. “You ok?”

“I’m…yeah I’m fine,” Sam breathed, letting you go. “I just…” he trailed off. Just a dream. It had just been a dream.

“I’m gonna go pack the car,” you said, rubbing your eyes as you jumped off the bed.

“No!” Sam yelled, jumping up and standing in front of you. “No, don’t.”

“Uhh…” You looked past Sam and made eye contact with Dean. Dean spoke up for you.

“Ok Sam, what’s going on?”

“Just…just trust me, ok?” Sam said. “Go brush your teeth or something, I’ve got the bags.”

Sam slung the bags over his shoulder, making sure his gun was visible as he stepped outside. It took him only a few seconds to spot the man from his—dream? He was skulking in the corner alleyway, a gun limp in his hands. He stepped away from the wall upon seeing Sam, but disappeared into the shadows when he saw Sam’s weapon.

Now safe, Sam’s mind went back to racing. Was it just a dream? How had he known the guy would be there? Were you safe now?

He had too many questions and no answers, so he decided it was best not to bring anything up to you or Dean.

“So what’s gotten into you?” You asked, a toothbrush hanging from your lips, once Sam came back into the room.

“Nothing, just hungry I guess.” Sam shrugged.

“Sounds good to me,” Dean butted in. “Let’s eat!”

…

“Turn here, Dean.”

“I’m going left, it’s a shortcut,” Dean responded as Sam tried to give directions.

Just as he turned down the side street, a car came backing out of a driveway much too fast.

“Dean, look o—“ your voice was cut off as the car slammed into your door. The Impala spun around, throwing Sam back into his seat. Once the car settled, he quickly took stock of himself and his siblings.

“Dean?” He groaned, and Dean responded with a muttered—

“I’m fine.”

“Y/N?” Sam craned his neck to see you sitting limply in your seat, blood trickling down the side of your head. “Y/N!”

“Heat of the moment…”

Sam sat up with a groan.

“What the…”

“Five more minutes,” you groaned next to him.

“This can’t be happening,” Sam breathed.

“What’s the matter, Sammy?” Dean noticed his brother’s labored breathing and upturned brow.

“Y/N, go brush your teeth,” Sam demanded. You sat up with a groan, punching Sam on the shoulder before begrudgingly obeying.

“Dean, something’s wrong here.”

“You mean besides you?”

“Not funny. I’m serious,” Sam huffed. “It’s like…it’s like this day has happened before.”

“You mean like Groundhog Day?”

“I…I don’t know.” Sam frowned. “But listen, this is the third time I’ve lived through this morning. It keeps starting over!”

“And you’re sure it’s not just…deja vu, or something?”

“Yes Dean, I’m sure. I remember other things, things that haven’t happened today. Like…like Y/N.”

“What about her?” Dean frowned.

“She…she keeps dying.”

Dean stiffened.

“Sam. What are you talking about?”

“I’m starving.” Both boys jumped as you came back into the room. “Can we go eat?”

“Sure,” Sam sighed. “Let’s go.”

He tried hard to ignore the way Dean was staring at him.

…

“Go straight,” Sam instructed as Dean reached an intersection. When Dean started to turn left, Sam grabbed the steering wheel and jammed it straight again.

“Hey!” Dean protested. “It was a shortcut!”

“Don’t.” Sam breathed. “Just don’t.”

He glanced back to see you staring in wide-eyed confusion, but when he looked back at Dean he saw a horrified understanding in his big brother’s eyes.

…

“Finally, food,” you said as you jumped out of the car and headed inside.

“Hey, wait!” Sam ran to catch up to you, Dean trailing behind him. Sam was on edge, and Dean was struggling to figure out how seriously he should take this. Reoccurring days? It sounded ridiculous, yet the thought that you could be in danger kept Dean from completely dismissing it.

To Sam’s visible relief, the three of you made it into the diner without incident.

“Pancakes!” You blurted out before the waitress could even ask. Dean ordered the same, with a side of sausage, and Sam distractedly muttered,

“Just coffee.”

“Are you ok?” Sam seemed to snap out of it when he saw you looking at him. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m alright,” he promised with a fake smile. You looked to Dean for an explanation, but he wouldn’t meet your eye.

Your confusion was forgotten, however, when your pancakes arrived. The thought had barely crossed Sam’s mind that he should tell you to slow down your eating, when you started to choke.

“Hey.” Sam was out of his booth seat and by your side in an instant, patting your back in an attempt to dislodge the food stuck in your throat. It didn’t work, and he was forced to watch as your lips turned blue and your face went ashen.

“No no no.” Sam’s distress only lasted a manner of short minutes before—

“Heat of the moment…”

Sam tried everything after that. The three of you went to four different breakfast places, he tried to keep you in the motel all day, he tried to skip food altogether and just get on the road…

He was running out of things to try.

He’d seen you choke on pancakes, bacon, water, seemingly nothing (you were apparently bad at breathing today). He’d seen you get hit by a car, a bus, a kid on a bike (you were now very fragile). You’d tripped over a sidewalk, a dog’s foot, the air (you were also clumsy).

He didn’t know what else to do, or how else to save you. It was as if the universe didn’t want you to be saved.

Then one day, something changed. As he was yet again leading you and Dean towards the Impala (he stopped letting you go in front of him after that one time you got hit by a car), he noticed the motel desk worker through the window. He must have seen the guy a thousand times without really looking at him, so why was he catching Sam’s eye now? Then Sam saw it; the man was wearing a ludicrously ugly green jacket.

The jacket had been red before.

“That guy!” Sam pointed.

“What about him?” You asked, craning your neck to see.

“His jacket. It’s not red.”

“And we care about this why?” Even Dean was confused.

“Because yester—I mean, today—I mean, before…whatever, it was red! And now it’s green.”

“He changed,” you said, frowning. “Why is this a problem?”

Dean eyed Sam over your shoulder, and Sam knew he understood now. Sam had explained everything to him for the thousandth time while you were in the shower. Nothing changed, not on this day.

“You think it’s something?” Dean asked. He was still skeptical about Sam’s story, but he was willing to follow his little brother’s lead.

“It is. It has to be.”

Dean nodded.

“Lead the way.”

…

“What’s going on?” The man in the green jacket asked in a shaky voice as Sam held him up against the wall.

“I’d like to know that too,” you added.

“Make it stop!” Sam ordered as he lifted the man off his feet.

“Whoa, hey, what?” The man asked.

“You heard him,” Dean spoke up. “We know you’re the one doing it.”

“We know what you are,” Sam said. “No one could be powerful enough to do this except a trickster. We’ve killed one of you before.” Sam wielded a stake covered in lamb’s blood. “And I’ve kept this around just in case it needed to happen again.”

“Not…again,” the man’s face twisted into a grin, before his features shifted.

“The trickster?” Your eyes were wide as you looked from your brother’s to the man you all thought was dead. “What’s going on here?”

“Why are you doing this?” Dean demanded.

“Because it’s fun,” the trickster laughed. “Watching you run around like a maniac trying to save your little sister from inevitable doom? It’s hilarious.”

“Trying to what?” You asked. “What’s he talking about?”

“Yeah, well why just Sam? How come I don’t have repeating days?” Dean asked.

“Oh, you haven’t figured it out? It’s really quite poetic if you think about it. Especially since you’ve kept her in the dark about all this, just like she’s in the dark about another little secret of yours.”

Sam and Dean met each other’s eye. This was about Dean’s demon deal. Dean had made Sam swear not to tell you, because he wanted to do it when the time was right. The secret had been torturing both of them for far too long.

“So, Dean’s left useless in this scenario, your poor little sister doesn’t even know what’s happening, and you, Sam…” the trickster grinned. “Without the help of your big brother, you can’t even begin to know how to take care of that little girl.”

“What’s he talking about?” You demanded. “What secret? Why can’t Dean help? What don’t I know?” Your voice got high and frantic. “Guys, what’s happening?”

“I think that’s my cue,” the trickster chuckled. “After all, you three have a lot to talk about. And if you don’t…I’ll be back.” The man disappeared from under Sam’s grasp, but he didn’t have long to wonder where the man went…

“But you better promise me, I’ll be back in time…”

“What…” Sam groaned as he sat up.

“Do we have to go already?” You huffed from next to him.

“No Asia…” he muttered, before turning to look at the clock. “It’s Wednesday!”

“Yeah, that’s what comes after Tuesday,” you said as you sat up.

“What do you remember?” Sam asked both you and Dean as Dean stepped out of the bathroom.

“You were saying the days were repeating…” Dean struggled to remember.

“The trickster,” you spoke up. “He was here. What did he want?” You looked to Sam for answers, but when he avoided your gaze you turned to Dean, who was equally unwilling to meet your eyes. “What did he mean about a secret?”

“Honey, I gotta talk to you,” Dean sighed as he sat on the edge of Sam’s bed. “It’s about…it’s about how Sam came back after he got stabbed.”

“You said he got better,” you spoke softly, the looks on your brothers’ faces making your voice quaver in fear. “You said it wasn’t that bad.”

You had been staying with Ellen and Joe when Dean went to look for Sam, so the news hadn’t gotten to you until Dean told you when he returned.

“I lied.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Sweetheart, I…I died,” Sam reached over and held your hand.

“Then how—“

“I…sold my soul. To bring him back.” Dean stared hard at the bed, unwilling to lift his gaze. “The demon gave me a year.”

“A year?” You shook off Sam’s hand as you jumped up. “You-you…” you took deep breaths as you struggled to get the words out. “You’re going to hell?”

Neither brother spoke.

“And you knew?” You looked at Sam, who lowered his eyes. You turned back to Dean. “Both of you…just kept this from me?”

“I was going to tell you,” Dean argued, finally looking up. “I just couldn’t find…it wasn’t…”

“There’s really no good opportunity to mention that you’re going to hell, Dean! That’s why you just say it!”

“Hey, look, I know, ok?” Dean pleaded. “I know, and I’m sorry. Just…just please, I don’t want to fight. You know now, that’s what matters, can we just…”

You took a deep breath, turning away from your brothers so they wouldn’t see the tears streaming down your face as you struggled to collect your thoughts. You didn’t want to stop being mad at Dean, but you also didn’t want to be mad at Dean. He wasn’t being fair to you, asking you to just forgive and forget when he and Sam both lied to you. But it didn’t feel fair to him to keep being angry when you knew he just wanted to protect you.

And when you knew that he was going to be dead in a matter of months. You couldn’t stay mad, not when you had so little time with him.

”Y/N?” Sam spoke up. “Honey, say something, please.”

“Ok,” you choked out as you turned back to your brothers. “Ok, we won’t fight.” You took two steps towards Dean, and he met you with open arms, folding you into an embrace.

“It’s gonna be ok,” he promised. “You’re gonna be just fine.”

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[mrvlbimbo]

hc abt eddie dating a girl who has a big boobs? tysm

YESS!!! Bc let’s talk abt it.

Also here’s another thing I wrote abt Eddie and boobs bc apparently that’s a theme with him

He’d be such a dork about it. I can literally imagine him saying “you’ve got a great rack babe.”

Every time you take your shirt off he’s gonna be staring, like fucking gaping. Jaw dropped to the floor, eyes bugging out of his head like a cartoon character.

His favorite cuddling position is laying on your chest while you run your hands through his hair, he swears he could sit like that all day.

When he nuzzles his head down there you genuinely worry he can’t breathe sometimes. “You’re gonna suffocate, babe.”

“Mmmm. Don’t care,” he’ll always respond. He thought if he was gonna die, that would be one hell of a way to go out.

Oh! And not to be dramatic, but I would DIE to be titty-fucked by him.

Like imagine it’s summer and you go to the pool together. He doesn’t want to go at first but when he sees you in your bathing suit he’s instantly convinced.

And he like cannot function, bc the whole time he’s just thinking ‘BOOBS’ (me too man, me too)

He almost swerves off the road driving there because he can’t stop staring.

When you get there you oh so innocently ask him to help you with your sunscreen and he’s over the moon, and rock hard of course.

So yeah maybe he gets a little handsy, rubbing his fingers over your nipples when he thinks no one is watching. Not that he’d really care if they were.

He does enjoy himself at the pool but the whole time he’s just thinking about going home and getting his hands on you.

You’re sitting on his lap in the hot tub area. It was a slow day and mostly kids were there so no one else was in the age restricted area. So he’s palming your chest under the water and begging for some action.

He’d be like “cmon babe lemme put it in. Just for a sec, no one’s gonna notice.” You can feel the outline of him against your ass and you feel kinda bad that he’s pretty much had blue balls this whole time.

“Why don’t we go home and I’ll let you fuck my tits,” you offer, hopping off his lap and swimming to the steps.

“Shit babe. You can’t just say that, I’m gonna cum in my pants.”

The drive back he’s distracted again (not that he was a particularly good driver anyways) it doesn’t help that you’re palming him through his swim trunks and whispering the absolute filthiest shit you can think of in his ear.

When you get back, your bathing suit is instantly on the floor of his room. It didn’t cover much anyways but having you completely bare, he needs a second to take it all in.

you laugh at his reaction and guide his hands to your boobs. He groans when his hands come into contact with the warm soft skin. “Eddie. Hurry up. It’s not like this is your first time seeing my tits.”

“Yeah but this time I get to fuck em” his voice is like a growl and his eyes are so lustfilled, it’s like his irises have disappeared behind his pupil.

“Not if you keep stalling, I want to watch the fireworks tonight so we have to be quick.” He guides you onto your back on the bed, by some miracle his hands never stop cupping your tits.

He straddles your chest and squishes them together, not having a tough time since there’s plenty to work with.

And he knew it was going to feel good but he didn’t think it would feel that good. He’d like to think he has good stamina but after being hard all day, he finishes embarrassingly quickly.

Because of his position, his cum is spraying all over your neck and face. Ever the gentleman, he licks some of it off for you. “We need to shower” is all you can say.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things season 4

[zombyjuice]

NOBODY BETTER THAN YOU! - eunseok.🍨🦷🐆🍦 t(>.<t)

In which your boyfriend you recently just got back together with is coming over for the first time since.

bf!eunseok x fem loser!reader

toxic relationship, fluff, angst, smut! suggestions to the reader having depression (NOT ROMANIZING.) suggested cheating. etc..

so many things inspired/helped me make this so I’m just gonna . @melobin and @anquelic on insta and my playlist below took inspo from there too <33 lol!

“Eunseoks here…” one of your roommates sneered from the other side of the door you could almost feel the face they gave eachother. You hop up and rush to open your door with a wide smile on your face “Hey baby” your boyfriend, walking towards you, a hand in one pocket and a bag of Burger King in the other an extremely attractive smile on his face “hii” you practically melted pulling him into your room and hugging him tight.

“Please don’t fuck yet! Give it a week!”

“shut the fuck up!”

He chuckled kissing your forehead and pinching your sides, you loved it when he did that, made you feel so safe you could practically feel your heart melt watching his movements as he placed the bag on your table.

That feeling goes away in an instant as you watch him sigh as he moves some of your clutter to the side. This made your heart flutter with sadness and your brain go a bit fuzzy.

He understands you more than anybody really, he’s patient and he does seem to care for you, he understood all those months before you guys were ever official you’d disappear trying to decide if he’s the one and if you should give him the chance.

He understood the nights where you’d just sit in silence not wanting to be touched or talked to, and he understood the nights you guys would be talking like normal only for you to start crying out of nowhere, or the nights you’d scream and push him losing your temper only to end up in his arms letting him watch you crumble under him. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay I've got you, doing so well for daddy” “‘m not mad at you, okay pretty, it's okay”. He understood the nights when you were finally your silly self after spending a weekend alone.

He understood all your quirks and interests. Once he dragged you to one of his sets because he remembered someone working on it had a dog who understood multiple languages, remembering your rather odd fascination with it how. can they do that? And watching as you said sit to the dog in Spanish, French, and Japanese, complete shock and happiness painted on your face as you laughed and laughed, adoration painted on his.

So how is it that you caught him multiple times all over the girl, the same girl he had a pass with, rumor has it they were “casually” sleeping together before you ever entered the picture you know it was deeper than that. To him “it wasn’t that big of a deal and he was just being nice.” You had to constantly shift your morals just so you could be happy with him, he knew you hated it, he knew the disgust you felt with yourself every time you’d go back with him. But you loved him so it's alright.

You knew the irritation and anger that bubbled up inside of him when you'd ask “Are you unhappy in our relationship?” or “Am I annoying you? I'm sorry” but he loves you so he's got to deal with it, right?

And no matter how many times you believed he cheated he was stable, nothing in your life is stable but him. So maybe that’s why you feel you always go back to him. And only him. Because, to you, there's nobody better than him.

He turned to you already able to read your face “It's alright, today's our lazy Sunday isn't it? We'll clean a bit tomorrow but for now, cmere let's lie down”

The smile that was once on your face came back and you gladly took his hand as he led you to your bed and cozy. Watching some of your favorite horror movies and munching on Burger King you between his legs a hands squishing your thighs and head dropping down to your neck every now and then to suck a hickey at your favorite spots your hands would grab at his knees as you whimper and giggle. “quit it, they’re finally escaping”. He'd quietly pout and slightly rut his hips up against you visibly hard.

{2:49 am}

Your eyes meet your boyfriends and grab at his hand that's hitching up your inner thigh, yours visibly smaller “Should we play some-” he smashed his lips against yours, your first actual kiss of the night “fuck I know we said we wouldn't do anything, but shit you look so good, sound so good, need to fuck my babies in you, make you mine forever” he grabbed at your neck and slid it down to your arm, manhandling you under him.

You could only submit to him, knowing this would have happened by the end of the “night”.

“Can’t believe I spent so many Sundays without you, felt so wrong, I’ve missed you so much” he'd moan against your lips grabbing at your thighs and aggressively pushing them up as he grinds against you, whimpers slipping out of you “missed you so much more” you’d whisper mind going elsewhere remembering exactly why you spent so many night away from each other’s grasp.

“Let me fuck away all that nonsense,only have you think about this cock” as if he could read your mind “please”.

And just like that he’d do exactly what he said.

#choqolei (⁎˃ᆺ˂) #eunseokie my hubby 🎀 #Spotify #riize #riize eunseok #eunseok riize #eunseok #eunseok x reader #eunseok smut #eunseok angst #eunseok one shot #eunseok fluff #riize smut #riize fluff #riize x reader #sungchan riize #shotaro riize #anton riize #riize shotaro #riize wonbin #riize anton #riize imagines #riize sohee #eunseok imagines #we riize

[velvetmud]

I'm OBSESSED with your writing for Joel. I loved the Stanley Kubrick fic. Could you write one with Joel taking nasty photos *Love you*!

thank you thank you !!! I’m so glad eeeeeeeee

sorta thinking of this one as like another version to my other porn filmer joel fic

warning(s): explicit 18+, dirty talk, etc

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“Just lift that up a little. Only what you wanna show. Yeah, atta girl. That’s perfect.”

It started ever since you plopped yourself in his lap, and Joel hasn’t been able to resist himself. He also refused to keep his hands in one place. They’re on the back of your neck, pulling you down for your lips to meet his. They’re rubbing down your back and squeezing his favorite softer parts. Soon enough one of those hands snuck over to his bedside table to snatch his digital camera.

“Please baby,” he murmurs down in your ear. Gruff, raspy. His thumb hovers over the power button. “Always wanna look at how pretty you are begging in my lap like this. How pretty you are all the damn time.”

You intentionally hide your bashful cheeks from him and the camera lens. He knows what to say and how to say so you melt like butter and turn to putty in his arms.

“Only if you’re in them too.”

Though he could sense the underlying insecurities floating up to the surface, he stops them in their tracks and gives you a reality check.

“Okay, sweet thing. It’s okay. S’nothing wrong with you, sweetie. Only show the camera what you want to.”

Now, he’s gently pulling your hips down to grind up and down his bare aching length. Both your clothes stay lazily strung on, only what was necessary exposed. His zipper was yanked down, camera glued to his palm. Mouth agape whenever you pressed harder down on his tip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck don’t move. Stay just like that,” he says in a hurry as his mouth waters at the sight before him. The head of his cock squished against you, with your lacey white panties shoved to the side with half his shaft poking out from his jeans. It was a no brainer that it would be a beautiful shot, one that he’d go back to revisit whenever he spent afternoons with only his hand.

Your hair falls in your face from looking down as he snaps a couple photos. His thumb hooks to the inside of your shirt, ever so slightly lifting it up to reveal more of your skin to him and his camera.

“This okay, baby?”

A nod.

He smooths the same thumb in circles by your hip bone, marveling at his upcoming spank bank portfolio. Once he’s satisfied his eager teasing comes to a stop as he marks a trail of kisses down the bone of your jaw.

“Put it in when you’re ready, baby. Nice and slow.”

The thick tip was intimidating to first sink down on, but Joel doesn’t seem to mind. He captures several more images of you spreading yourself and welcoming him in to the wet warmth he’d both kill and die for.

“That’s it. All the way down. Don’t wanna miss an inch, now.”

He could be lodged in your stomach by this point and it’d only excite you even more.

“Feel good, babygirl? Nice and filled up, huh? Go ‘head and move on it.” he instructs, aiming the lens right above where he disappears between your lips. You do as you’re told, making little figure eights and clenching down to wet his length. “So shy even while I’m inside you, fuck.”

Joel captured a couple pictures while your hips were in motion. Sheathing him.

He almost loses it when he starts to see a trail of your evidence left behind on the base of his dick, each and every time you go up and down. He doesn’t think twice before zooming in and taking more. Maybe he’s greedy. Maybe he’s a pervert. But not even a million dollars could take his camera and it’s contents away from him.

“Alright now, want you to bounce on it baby girl. Fast and hard. Take all you can.”

At the drop of a hat you’re following directions, uncaring of the way his denim grazed your thighs with every pump, or the way your panties stretched to the side and made indents onto your skin. Joel is heaving from the moment you started. Hypnotized by the bounce of your chest, he shamelessly indulges himself by turning the flash on then pointing it at your hard nipples arching through your t-shirt.

While you brace yourself to keep up the quick heavy pace with your hips, Joel almost feels himself fall right off the edge. Immediately he’s yanking you down to stay buried to the hilt. Your juices have multiplied, mixing so pretty with his. As he catches his breath, he feels you tighten down on him with needy force while you’re whining in his ear.

“Shhh, I’m taking care of you babygirl,” he promised, sneaking a pointer finger to rub your swollen clit.

Joel bets these visuals alone could give Playboy a run for their money as you drip and tremble when he rubs harder, faster.

“Joel, Joel yes.”

“Gonna cum for the camera, baby? Yeah, that’s it, fuck on it just like that.”

He notes how lazy and wild your rhythm has become, those sounds mixing so poetically right along with his name. Nothing could’ve prepared him for how hard you squeeze down on him during your long strokes, from top of his tip until you couldn’t fit anything more.

As you come down and relax in his arms, your dead weight sprawls out deliciously across him. Granting him even better access to fuck himself up into you. As he braces himself, he makes a last minute decision to heave you up to pull his cock out of you. The girly whimpers you uncontrollably belly out from the sudden emptiness feeds right into his blinding orgasm. He wants so badly to ram his tip all the way inside, fill you up with his children. Admire the way his cum would drip and spill out of you, an innocent girl curled up in his lap stuffing herself with his cock.

But he’s on a different mission instead, deciding to play that particular fantasy out a little later.

He doesn’t have to stroke himself long before his cum leaks out in long, thick spurts across your pussy and your lower belly. The growls he makes are throaty and deep, almost sounding as if it were out of anguish instead of pleasure. Closing his eyes only a brief moment to right himself, he peels them open again to admire the mess.

Sticky pools of his spend gathered on your skin and spread to your panties. To his surprise, you nod over to the camera and spread yourself wider to get one last lewd shot.

Joel thinks he’s passed and gone to heaven as he scrambles to find wherever he dropped it. He keeps his eyes glued to yours until looking down at the little screen. With one last satisfying shot of your bare open legs smeared with his cum, he lies back and tucks your hair behind your ear.

“Did so amazing on me, baby girl. We made a mess,” he laughs, feeling some of it spill on the crotch of his denim. You join his laughter and eagerly ask him to show you everything he’d captured.

You get moved to sit sideways in his lap as you both scroll through each and every one. It was clear to see just how excited he’d gotten so fast, his stubborn cock already half filled just seeing you wet and desperate on top of him.

Both of you knew there’d be time for more, and while you discuss your favorites from his little photo album, he wraps his arm around you and shows you the very last photo he’d taken. Both your juices splayed out and combined together on top of you.

“Look at this one, baby. Should be on a dirty poster,” he grins. “See? There’s no reason to be so shy.”

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getting a little back on the writing stuff bandwagon :’) thank you for any love,anons,shares, anything. it means so much to me:)

masterlist + buy me a ko-fi

#joel miller fanfic #joel miller smut #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #the last of us #pedro pascal #joel miller/reader #ask #anon

[fetish-fiction]

Something different again... funnel feeding leads to rapid wg.

You hop on to the bed wearing the oversized clothes I had made you put on. They were about 6 sizes too big, even your podgy body didn't come close to filling them out. The shirt was like one giant sheet of material hanging off you and the shorts were so large you needed to bunch them up at the sides and hold them to keep them from falling down. You could barely imagine the size someone would need to be to fit these things.

I had put some pillows down at the head of the bed to make you comfortable for what was to come. Lay down, I tell you, and you relax into the soft cushioning. Your lips are soon parted by the funnel I had ready and waiting. As soon as the first drops of smooth, creamy, fatty, chocolatey liquid passes your lips and slides down your throat you feel a gurgling and a pressure in your stomach.

As you continue to swallow your limbs start to feel all tingly. From where you're laying you can see past the funnel to notice the oversize shirt starting to shift a little where your belly is. You think it might be sticking up a little more there, but how? You've only had a few mouthfuls. By the time the funnel is empty your belly has definitely expanded significantly, and you arms and legs both feel more hefty too.

Just as soon as you catch your breath, more of that incredible liquid is being forced down your throat. Your weight gain seems to be progressing even faster now. The loose folds of the shirt are shifting, beginning to be taken up by your rapidly growing belly. And the shorts are quickly loosing what looseness they once had, your waistline becoming enormous.. you can feel your ass thickening and widening with fat underneath you, feel your hips ballooning outwards just as fast as your belly is. You feel so incredibly large and soft and only becoming more so. The feeling is ambrosial, you never want to stop sucking down this fattening elixer.

The next batch of slop is poured into the funnel straight away, your expansion unrelenting. You look down to see the clothes you once thought gigantic starting to be completely filled by your ever growing blimp of a body. Soon your fat is starting to strain against the fabric. The arms of the shirt are restricting your now fat flabby upper arms, the buttons almost ripping apart by your mountainous belly and massive tits. The waistband of the shorts has disappeared beneath your overflowing gut but you can feel it constricting your middle, and feel an enlarged fupa squished up against the crotch of the fabric, teasing you. The short legs can barely contain the huge thunderous rolls of cellulite that are now your thighs. The next glup sends you over the edge.

All at once the clothes give way. Buttons fly across the room as your corpulence floods out of its fabric container. Seams rip on the shorts, your lard is only covered now by tattered rags, barely hiding any of your massive mounds of flesh. You are now almost as wide as the bed and must weight at least 700lbs. A few slurps left and you've finally finished it. It's morphed you utterly.

The shirt that once was comically large is now ripped apart and dwarfed by your obesity, covering none of you. Your tits are now splayed as sacks of fat across and out to the sides, pushed apart by your belly that you have no chance of seeing over. If you could, you would see that it spreads over the bed like a pillow, drooping jiggly and soft over your body to the edges of the bed and over your massive fupa, between which is lodged the remnants of your shorts. In your morbidly obese state you have no hope of dislodging them by yourself....

#rapid weight gain #torn clothes #funnel feeding

[ar0undth3w0rld1n365]

Stray Kids Reaction to you getting your period

Gif has no relation just an adorable gif of Felix - credit to original owner of gif 

Chan:

It was late when you stood from your spot next to Chan at his desk in the studio, your back beginning to ache. Chan turned to you with a smile watching you stretch before noticing a dark spot on your jeans. His eyes dart down to your chair, eyebrows furrowing quickly as you follow his gaze. Your heart drops seeing the dreaded red stain on the grey desk chair.

“Oh shit, I am so so sorry, Channie.” You apologise to your fluffy haired boyfriend.

“It’s fine, you can’t help it. Although this might be useful.” He grins sheepishly, producing your preferred products from a drawer in his desk.

“How long have you had these?” You ask, a smile appearing  on your face as you take the box.

“Long enough for Changbin and Jisung to tease me about being whipped.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Well I appreciate it.” You smile, kissing his head as you walk past him to go to the bathroom.

“I will sort the chair.” He says grabbing some stain remover from the cupboard - granted it was usually used when Jisung inevitably spilled ramen on the couch.When you reappear in the studio, the chair is clean, although a damp spot was now in the centre of the grey fabric.

“Let’s go home, Channie.” You mumble, tucking the box back into the drawer, as your boyfriend stands, ready to leave for the night.

Minho:

You and him were the epitome of domestic bliss in the dorm kitchen. The pair of you had decided to cook the rest of the rowdy group dinner following their gruelling day of recording. You had felt nothing out of the ordinary other than being more tired that day. Minho back hugged you sweetly under the guise of helping you chop the veggies but this quickly turned into him  moving the veggies as you tried to cut them. He almost lost a few fingers in this endeavour. You’d soon had enough of his antics pushing him lightly away from you. Although you weren’t expecting him to disappear altogether leaving you in the kitchen to finish chopping the veggies.

“Hey babe, why don’t you go shower and change.” He says reappearing, holding a pair of his jogging bottoms, a hoodie, and a box of your period products perched atop the pile of clothing in his arms. Your face falls slightly noticing the box.

“I haven’t, have I?” You pout at your boyfriend who nods in response.

“Yeah you have, but it's fine, go shower and change, bring your clothes here and we can get them in the wash before the boys get home.” Minho says sweetly, waiting for you to take the pile of clothes from him.

“Thank you for not making a big deal out of this.” You take the clothes and leave the kitchen quickly. By the time you return Minho has finished cooking and was washing the spare dishes up.

“Wow you look almost as adorable as Soonie, Doongie, and Dori.” He grins at you and your sweater paws.

“Almost! Remind me not to ask you to choose between me and the cats.” You laugh as you put your clothes in the washing machine, switching it on.

“Oh there’d be no contest! The cats would win.” He says making you giggle.

Changbin:

Following the Dwaekki gym SKZ code episodes, Changbin had been trying to get you to come to the gym with him and the rest of 3RACHA, or Muscle RACHA as the fans affectionately called the producing trio. This all leads to your current predicament. You were following Changbin’s thorough instructions as you were bench pressing no more than the 20kg bar, but your arms still felt like jelly as you re-racked the bar finishing the set.

“I don’t understand how you do this? Are you not scared you’ll get squished by the bar?” You pout letting your arms dangle as you lay on the bench breathing hard. Changbin chuckles, shaking his head at you.

“That’s why you don’t go to the gym on your own.” He grins, trying not to make it obvious when he wraps his hoodie around your waist. You give him a questioning look as he leans down to talk into your ear.

“You’ve started your period baby.” He says quietly, kissing your cheek quickly. “I have a spare pair of boxers and jogging bottoms and some tampons in my bag. Not ideal I know, but better than nothing  and we can go home when you're changed.” You nod up at your boyfriend, beyond grateful for him at the moment, for not making a big deal especially with Chan and Jisung also in the gym. 

You return having changed, and watch Changbin for a moment finishing his workout with Chan.

“Hey baby, ready to go?” He smiles, dropping the bar he was deadlifting. You nod and grin at him, giving him a kiss as he stands up straight.

Hyunjin:

You had been invited to sit in on the boys dance practice by Hyunjin, a chance for you to hang out with your boyfriend. Eventually the boys broke to go and pick up the food they had ordered, leaving you and Hyunjin in the practice room. Hyunjin kissed your cheek standing behind you, beginning to run through the choreography, waving your arms like you were a puppet for him to control. The pair of you were in the middle of a move that had you crouched bouncing to the beat before standing. As you stood, you felt the tell tale drop that comes with starting your period. Your face screwed up in the mirror, as Hyunjin gave you a concerned look.

“What's wrong?” He asks, watching you in the mirror and wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

“I think I just started.” You pout, discomfort evident on your face.

“Stated what?” Your adorable boyfriend asks, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“My period, Jinnie.” You say stepping away from him to look through your bag for a pad “Ah shit, I don’t have anything on me.” You drop your bag.

“This might be quite useful then.” He grins, handing you the packet of pads from his bag.

“You carry these for me?” He nods, a blush colouring his cheeks. The boys, having returned from retrieving the food, tease Hyunjin as you leave the practice room to sort yourself out.

“At least I have a girlfriend!” Hyunjin says punching Jisung in the arm lightly.

Jisung:

You’d had a god awful day at university, everything that could go wrong, did. All you wanted was to curl up with your boyfriend and watch TV. You’d texted him about your day and received many kiss emojis in response leaving a smile on your face. The emojis were followed with an invite to come over, which you quickly accepted. You make your way over to the dorms, Jisung opening the door letting you in before wrapping you in a hug and kissing your hair.

“I have an awkward question to ask.” You say quietly hiding your face in his chest.

“What?” He asks swaying you slightly face to face

“Have you got any tampons here still?”

“Head to the bathroom, there should still be some in the cabinet.” He smiles, unwrapping his arms and taking your bag from you. You return to the living room to see Jisung having grabbed a blanket and about to click play on your favourite drama. You all but fall into his arms, snuggling into his chest.

Felix:

You were spending the day at the dorms with Felix, as you both had the day off. You’d decided on making a batch of Felix’s famous brownies. Although you’d been delegated to decorating after an egg and flour mishap that you were still cleaning up. Felix had put the mixture into tins and then the oven before going to change the music playing. A cramp shot through your abdomen, leaving you doubled over leaning on the counter. Felix walks back in running his warm hands up your back, thumbs creating circles as he goes.

“What's wrong, love?” He asked though he already had some idea.

“Just cramps, Sunshine. I am so glad that I put a pad on just in case.” You mumble turning to hug your boyfriend, inhaling his aftershave.

“Good job we are making brownies then. I hear they are good for cramps.”

“You know what else is good for cramps?” You grin up at him as he looks at you curiously. “Kisses!” He shakes his head at you giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

Seungmin:

You walked into the restaurant Seungmin and yourself had decided on for your date that week. You smiled and made your way to the back of the floor where your boyfriend was sat. You greeted him with a kiss on the cheek trying to ignore the aching in your stomach.

“I got our usual.” He smiles, reaching across the table for your hand once you were seated.

“It feels like ages since we were able to do this.” You smile, beginning to play with Seungmins fingers as you chat. As the food and drinks get brought out, you excuse yourself to the toilet quickly. Though Seungmin stands with you, wrapping his jumper around your waist. You give him a look as he does so.

“You got your period.” He whispers, “It’s okay, only a small leak so don't worry, check the pocket.” You nod and quickly go to the bathroom. You return soon, thanking your sweet boyfriend as you take a seat happy to finish your date.

Jeongin:

You’d gone to the company with the boys after having a sleepover with your boyfriend. One that was kept innocent thanks to Chan’s incessant want to keep the bedroom door open. Either way it lead to this moment, with the boys out either getting food or finishing recording with 3RACHA, you were sat in Jeongins lap grinning at him with kiss swollen lips. It was a sweet moment until Jeongin heard the others returning and poked you in the side making you squeal and throw yourself from his lap.

“Have I hurt you baby?” He ask eyes darting to a small red stain on his thigh from when you were in his lap. You give him a curious look shaking your head.

“No… Oh crap. I came on. Have you got a change of clothes?” You ask as he stands going over to his bag.

“Ah we are in luck! I have some jogging bottoms for you, and shorts for me.” He grins chucking the clothing at you, along with handing a pad he had tucked into the zipper of his bag. You laugh softly, following Jeongin out of the practice room, ignoring the looks from the boys, before Chans sees the red mark on Jeongins thigh and nods in understanding, letting you both go without a word.

#stray kids reactions #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff

[mushroommanstan]

Creepy Tenko part 5

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A warm breeze hit you as the door to the Mexican-style café swung open, bringing with it an aroma of steaming plates and exotic spices. You smiled. You’ve always liked this place, so it’s all luck that your new friend would meet you here. Maybe Tenko will like it too! …When he decides to join you of course.

You didn’t mind leaving him in the car as he recuperated, him saying he’ll join you in just a sec, but you couldn’t help the doubt clouding your mind based on his tired appearance. You swear to god if he falls asleep in your car you’re actually gonna kill him.

“Hey! Over here!” A girl called, her wavy (obviously fake) blond hair bouncing with her enthusiastic motions. She was waving her arms around above her head like she was trying to get the attention of someone from space.

You walked over there, a few of her friends loudly guffawing at stupid internet memes. You swear to god even from that distance you could tell they were resembling a middle school cafeteria table.

None the less, you sat down, your comfy seat squishing under you as you lost yourself in the cafes natural atmosphere for just a moment. A moment that was interrupted by said girl tapping her nails on the counter obnoxiously, lips puckered as she pouted at you.

“Oh my gooood! What took you so long? We were like waiting for you for like forever!”

You chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah sorry, heh, I uh… got caught up. I actually-I hope you don’t mind brut I met this really cute guy and I invited him.”

Her expression dropped immediately. “Oh my god! Who is it? Is he hot?”

“He’s way hot. You actually might know him, he’s really cute but really shy and he loves Super Hero Advent-“

“Yeah yeah yeah” she interrupted, “but when do we get to meet him? I want him to be here when we talk about how you stood up t-“

“Oh there he is! Hey! We’re over here!” You called to your seemingly clueless new friend, his hood pulled over his head making him difficult to identify at first. But you’d recognize those ruby red eyes anywhere.

The moment everyone saw him, the men’s balls simultaneously disappeared and the woman’s smile dropped immediately. Dear god pleas me don’t let him be the guy you were talking about. There’s no way, right?

He formed a small smile when he saw you, making his way over to the table without taking his eyes off yours, and consequentially bumping into a few chairs and tables. He arrived, standing in front of you with his face still flushed from… actually you don’t think you’ve ever seen his face not flushed. Or, at least, not when he wasn’t looking at you. Cutie.

You got up, allowing him entrance to the booth and he sat down immediately, again not looking at where he was aiming and accidentally squishing his leg against the blonde next to him.

He mumbled a quick apology, again still looking at you, while you sat back down.

“Have you guys met Tenko before?”

All their faces were ghost pale. Any and all chatter between them stopped, replaced by rushed whispers and fleeting glances.

You looked behind yourself, then behind Tenko. “What?”

“N-nothing…” she gasped out, stuttering while looking at Tenko like he was holding her at gun point.

He scoffed, his face losing a little bit of its color as he was reminded of the situation he was in. He scoffed, pulling the hood further over his face, scratching his neck and picking up a menu.

The table was dead quiet apart from his scratching, the air so tense you could cut it with a knife. You sighed, looks like you’ll have to get the conversation going.

“So… what’re your guys thinking of getting?”

“A restraining order” one of them whispered.

“What?”

“Oh, uh… a hamburger…”

You snarked. “Uh, you do realize this is a Mexican place?”

The guy blinked in shock. “Oh, yeah, right.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking, returning to the menu in contemplation. “Hmm, yeah, I think I’ll have the chicken quesadilla. What’re you getting Ten?”

Ten? Did this girl seriously just call Shimura ‘Ten’? Did she have a death wish? What was happening?! God what the hells wrong with her?

Tenkos attention was brought back to you, the small smile returning to his face as he rested his chin on his hand. God you were beautiful. He can’t believe he just wasted precious viewing time over some stupid social anxiety. Those npcs can go fuck themselves, all eyes are on you.

He hummed, mimicking yours and stopped his scratching. His posture relaxed, a sight that made you feel more at ease as some of the crushing pressure was lifted.

“Yeah I don’t know. I’ve heard their shrimp enchiladas pretty good. Maybe we could share it? Something tells me you’ll be, uh, eating light.”

He gave you a knowing look, prompting you to smirk and jokingly slap his shoulder. The blonde girl flinched when you told him to shut up, backing away even more so from Tenko as if he was about to explode.

But instead he just laughed, a big, hearty laugh that broadened his horrific smile and made everyone at the table shiver. They’ve never seen him smile like that. What in the ever loving fuck was going on.

One of the guys cleared his throat, the shock fading and letting him remember himself. Whatever, he’s not s-scared of this weird assh-hole. If he thinks he can ruin everyone’s good time he’s got another thing coming.

He broadened his shoulders, straightening his back and puffing out his chest, composing himself. Seeing this the rest follow, their fear turning into annoyance and spite.

It’s obvious you don’t know who this guy really is. I mean, why else would you hang out with him?! They just need to get him to leave, you’ll thank them later.

“So… y/n, how long have you two… uh… known each other?” The blonde asked cautiously, eyes trained on Tenko, watching for any subtle movements.

“We’ve just met actually, we’ve maybe known each other for, what, a few days? But I’d say we’re still pretty good friends!”

Tenko turned to them, beaming. “Yeah! We’re friends!”

He stopped, face falling slightly in contemplation, a small moment that made everyone tense.

“I guess that makes you guys my friends to-“

“NO!” One of them blurted, almost as surprised as you were at what came out of their mouths. “N-no, no I d-dont think we’re friends.” The shrunk back further into their chair, trying to escape his shocked expression.

You glared at them like they’d just kicked a puppy.

“O-oh, yeah… right, yeah sorry, I uh… I got carried away.” Tenko laughed, hardly genuine. Both hands raised to his neck, scraping the skin harshly while the corners of his mouth twitched.

The sight pained you, and you felt the urge to embrace him in a big hug until he felt better. Instead, you rested your hand on his leg, causing his scratching to slow down as he was reminded of your presence. You smiled, helping him calm down as said hand raised to take his away from his neck.

But before you could the blonde took her drink and splashed it on him. He flinched, the ice falling down into his pants and causing him to yelp and scramble out of the booth.

“Whoops! Sorry, uh, there’s a bathroom over there. Better dry that off before it stains.”

Now, normally, Tenko wouldn’t give any shits about stains. But… this was his favorite hoodie. So he nodded, briskly walking to the bathroom as you stared in shock.

All of you waited until the door slammed shut and the lock clicked.

“What the hells the matter with you?!” You whisper yelled, fired up and ready to throw some hands if they don’t apologize.

“What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you? What the hell are you doing with fucking Shimura?”

You scoffed. “Relax, we’re just friends! God! What is he your ex or something?!”

She laughed mockingly, as if the very question was an insult.

“No he’s not my ex thank god! Do I look dead to you?”

“What?” The fuck did she mean by that?

“Listen. You have to get out of here. He’s dangerous. Cut off all contact with him and I’ll consider forgiving you for bringing that ‘thing’ to lunch. What, do you have a death wish? I-“

You interrupted her with your own mocking laugh. Tenko? Dangerous? Is she joking?

“Yeah, ok, he’s soooo dangerous. Seriously have you even met the guy?”

“HAVE YOU?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT HE-“

The door swung open and both of your mouths slammed shut. He sulked back to the table, his hoodie dry but not fully repaired. God, you hated how uncomfortable he looked.

Despite his previous seat, you instead offered yours, elbowing the blonde discreetly as you scooted down the booth. He took his seat silently, eyes facing the floor sadly.

You’d almost forgotten how uncomfortable they’d made him. It pissed you off, and you glared at them again. The blonde glared back, though you could see the way her eyes switched from you to Tenko nervously. You smirked.

“Hey Ten, earlier you were saying something about your new high score? How’d that happen?” You asked, his eyes lifting from his shoes to yours as he recalled the momentous occasion.

“O-oh, that, well… it’s not that big ‘a deal, you guys probably don’t wanna hear about it…” he mumbled, absentmindedly pushing around a dollop of salsa on his plate with a tortilla chip.

“Oh cmon, it’s a great story! I’d love to hear it again! I’m sure they’d love to hear it too! Wouldn’t you love to hear it?”

They said nothing.

“They’d love to hear it!”

Tenko took a sip of water, steeling his nerves, before he started mumbling the beginning of his tale. It took a bit, but with some encouraging nods and questions you were able to get him back to the way he was when you two were alone. Charming and enthusiastic, making sound effects and doing wild hand gestures as he lost himself in his own story.

You looked at him, hair bouncing, eyes bright without a care, a faint blush from excitement as he completely nerded out in-front of the bullies sitting with you, and you looked back at the girl in disbelief.

“Dangerous?” You mouthed sarcastically, looking at her like she said the dumbest thing ever. And she did, didn’t she? How could this little cinnamon roll hurt even a fly?

You could see she was starting to understand, they all were, that he wasn’t some serial killer and instead just a nerdy, special little guy. Finally, finally they relaxed, even going as far as to meekly ask small questions to which he happily answered.

By some miracle, the atmosphere changed, and soon everyone was engaging with him in his rants, laughing and smiling like they had forgotten all previous fears. Now you would never be able to tell that only just minutes ago were they cowering in fear over this goofball, finally letting go and seeing him for what he is, just a funny lil guy.

Tenko held back tears of happiness, so much positive attention overstimulating him in the best ways possible. He looked into their eyes and they looked back, this time without fear, and he had never thought of such a good feeling.

For once in his life, he felt accepted, and he never realized until then how much he yearned for this.

So of course something has to come along and ruin this happy moment. That something being, three masked men with guns rushing into the cafe.

“NOBODY MOVE! THIS IS A ROBBERY!!!”

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Bum bum bum, suspenseful music cue. You’ll have to wait a while till the next one probably.

Alright so I’m gonna level with y’all, this is not proof-read (like usual) because it has been sitting in my drafts for so long and I just wanna get it done… hope you guys like it, really sorry for the long wait

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[spiderrrling]

Hello, it's me again.

Lovesick!Eddie loves to pop up behind you, getting his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder just to get near you while you do stuff, like washing the dishes, cooking or burshing your teeth.

You somehow pick up the same habit and he loves it because you just squish your face on his back and asks for a description of what he's doing. And he laughs.

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You disappeared completely into his frame every time he did it, his big arms wrapping around your middle, his head resting on your shoulder or burying his nose in your hair to simply breathe in the smell of your day old shampoo

It didn’t matter what you were doing, cooking, cleaning, reaching for something on the top shelf or simply standing Eddie had an incredible talent for popping up behind you without notice and pulling you into his embrace

The smell of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne invading your nose, the odd metal button on his jacket pushing into your back at a weird angle, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care

Every now and again his rough and calloused hands would slide under the soft fabric of your shirt and rest against the dough of your tummy, his warm hands grounding you just for a second more

“Why do you always do that?” your words were muffled and you were convinced they were incomprehensible, Eddie’s head resting against your shoulder, his lips pressing soft kisses behind your ear as if it was the most normal thing in the world while you brushe your teeth

“Don’t know, it’s like a reflex I suppose, just wanna be close to you” the last few words were muffled against your skin as he buried his face in the soft and subtle junction where your neck met your shoulder

“I’m shocked you could even understand anything I was saying there” you dropped your toothbrush back in it’s cup with a soft echo as the cheap plastic met the white ceramic

“I just know, I’ll always know what you say, that’s just how it is”

There was something about that, about having the person you cared the most about in the whole world knowing you so well they could understand you in any situation

It didn’t take long though for you to start picking up the same habit as Eddie

You found your hands itching, longing to grab onto him and hold on for as long as he would let you which in most cases tended to be quite long

“Whose all touchy now huh?” Eddie looked down to where your hands were clasped together around his waist, your fingers laced together to lock him into your grasp

“I get it now” you’re speaking directly into his back, once again wouldn’t be shocked if he couldn’t understand a word you were saying

“What was that?”

Oh

“I thought you could understand me always” you muttered, quietly trying not to let the disappointment seep into your voice

His laughter reverberated in his chest and you could feel it through your grasp, a sound which immediately put you at ease  “I can, I just wanted to hear you say it again”

“Soooo… what are you doing?” you couldn’t see anything, your eyes squeezed shut as tight as they could as you attempted to let Eddie fill every facet of your very being, all you could feel was him, his waist in your tight gasp, his hand placed over your intertwined ones, his long hair rubbing against your face now and then

If no one stopped you, you were convinced you could stay here forever

“Nothing now, not when you’re here”

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[mayullla]

Title: Your new home at Hawks's apartment

Characters: Hawks / Keigo Takami (Mainly), Miruko (My Hero Academia/BNHA)

Summary: After Hawks adopted you, you were shown to your new home a luxurious apartment that belongs to the pro hero Hawks.

Warnings/tags: Slowburn platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, smidge agnst, reader has a "healing" quirk, the obsessions themes are not obvious here but will happen at one point so just in case I am putting this here Note: Kind of a part 2, if you want to see part 1 head over to the list!

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Your tiny gasp as he leaped from the window of his apartment. Delighted you were laughing as you held on to his neck tightly as he told you but not enough to choke him.

"MISTER-SAN IS SO COOL!!!" You shouted at him as you looked down at the tiny buildings. You are so high up in the sky! Hawks was holding you in his arms as you two flew across buildings and houses.

You were so high up people looked like ants when they use to be so tall. Everything was so yellow.

"Hold on tight, kid and don't take of that mask it will be hard to see if you remove it."

The first place he went to was his agency. Everybody greeted him casually yet when they saw you almost everyone froze. They were so quick to assume that you were his daughter by blood.

"Was that why you left a few days?! To get her??"

"How come you haven't told us anything about you having a daughter!!"

"Why didn't you say anything!! She is sooo cute!!"

"What about the news articles?! What am I supposed to say here!!"

Hawks had to quickly silence them and explain to them that you were adopted and not his real "real" daughter. And when he wanted to introduce you to them it seemed that you have disappeared from his side to behind his leg. The suddenly loud voices surprised you a bit and when all of the people's eyes were on you you can't help but hide even more.

Why are you so cute??

"She wasn't this shy before... probably cause there are way too many people here. Come one kid introduce yourself."

Hawks had to slowly help you out into introducing yourself to his agency, shyly you told them your name almost hesitant when you said Keigo's family name. Dear really why are you so adorable?? The whole agency was practically cooing over you at how cute you were.

Almost instantly you were given soo many sweets and candies by everyone that you needed a plastic bag to carry them all. Keigo casually took the bag later unable to bare laughing as he watched you struggle to carry the plastic bag as big as you.

"Would you look who it is! Hawks!" You looked to your side to see a woman with bunny ears and the most mischievous smile. "Are you back from your holi-"

The woman looked at you surprised and you looked at her surprised, the both of you made eye contact. "So who is the unlucky woman you la-" "Shut up."

Hero name Mirko also known as Rumi Usagiyama, Hawks was quick to introduce the both of you also explaining that he had adopted you. "Ehhh what made you think you wanted to become a father so fast?" Mirko smirked at him crossing her arms. Keigo rolled his eyes.

"So little bunny, how is it living with pro hero Hawks?" Mirko asked squatting right beside you to get to your height. You looked at her rabbit ears curiously "It is fun! Mister-san is super nice and funny. He also made the best pancakes I ever tried!" You told her with enthusiasm.

"She is so cute, how the heck did you find her?" Mikro asked Keigo as she played with your cheeks. Squishing both of them, so puffy but still could use a little more fat in them. "Jealous?" Hawks huffed, a smirk on his face.

Mirko was about to say a witty comeback before she felt something odd in her arm. Fast she let go of your face jumping back, high alert as she looked at you cautiously. You covered your cheeks pouting adorably.

You did something, Mirko had dropped her guard just a little for a moment there while chatting with you. She felt as if something entered her veins.

"What did you do kid?" Mirko asked glancing at her hand. It was a strange feeling almost as if something was crawling in her veins. It wasn't uncomfortable, almost warm but... unfamiliar. "Mirko-san had a cut on her arm that looks painful." You grumbled.

Mirko quickly checked the cut it was true that she had a cut on her arm after some fight with villains this early morning. It wasn't really serious and she planned on getting it treated later but it was gone, all that was left was a thin line that told her it was not from her own imagination.

"Little Birdie here had a quirk that heals, she healed me when I got into a little trouble with some villains," Hawks explained, with a smirk this time on his face. "Her skills if trained properly can be on par with recovery girl's skills if not better."

The tension soon died down as Hawks explained how you and he meet and Mirko and Hawks started shooting jabs at each other. Mirko thanked you for healing her giving your head a little ruffle.

"She is so cute plus she can heal! Hey. Give little bunny to me I will be a better caretaker than you."

"In your dreams."

You and Keigo soon took your leave heading to the mall to buy a few things more for you and your room that he asked most to be delivered back. After heading to the market and buying some groceries you and Keigo started to head back to his apartment.

"Mister I wanna ask you something." You were sitting on his shoulders as you held on to his head. "Hmmm?" Keigo grunted allowing you to continue.

"You must be honest with me!" You looked down at him. Keigo wondered why you were asking this but nodded his head. "Did Mister adopt me because of my quirk?"

Unconsciously he paused mid-step unable to answer for a moment needing to think a little. But it seemed that his silence was enough for you to understand what was going on.

"It is fine Mister." You told him placing your small head on his head, "I understand." You told him.

You didn't give him a chance to answer.

It was something that maybe you may have come to expect seeing that your tone wasn't surprised at all. And somehow it surprised Keigo a bit at this reaction... would he call it mature he was sure but it left a guilty feeling, you were at such a young age but you didn't expect much from him...

It gave an ugly feeling inside.

And a certain fear that you have closed yourself from him now.

But what can he do now?

Your actions were the same as yesterday when you got to the apartment but even he knew how you weren't as talkative as yesterday. Silently going to bed after telling him how fun today was as it was your first time going to the arcade and that you will save enough tickets to get a friend for Mr. Hawks the hawk plushie. That you were thankful for the books and colored pencils that he got you. Especially that red bow pin that you told him looked like a red butterfly.

You didn't ask him to stay beside you while you go to sleep instead you were the one to close the door to your room when he thought that he must follow to keep you company.

It was hard for Keigo to sleep that night.

Too quiet.

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[myfictionaldreams]

Day 25: Face Sitting - Eddie Munson

Kinktober Day 25: Face Sitting - Eddie Munson x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, self-doubt, anxiety, soft!eddie, oral (f receiving), face sitting,  nicknames, no use of y/n

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“I'm ready when you are babe”, Eddie spoke confidently with a hint of excitement as he looked at you from across the room. 

You stood nervously in the middle of his bedroom, feeling sorry for yourself and self-conscious in your cheerleading outfit from practice earlier however, your panties were gone, leaving you bare beneath the skirt.

The missing material now hides in the pocket of your boyfriend's jeans pockets, who lay in the middle of his bed, looking eagerly at you with outstretched hands.

Rubbing your elbows, you looked to the floor, “I’m not sure Eddie”.

The long-haired musician rolled his eyes dramatically, wiggling his fingers for you to come over. “We’ve talked about this honey, please just come and sit on my face, I’ve been waiting patiently all day for this”.

To his credit, he had been waiting patiently but longer than just today. You had always been scared to do this act, specifically because you were worried about squishing or smothering him or that he would hate it. You much preferred to give than to receive but you were sure it was because of your past boyfriend who made horrible comments that he never would please you like that.

It had taken you a while to explain your reasonings to Eddie who was more than angry, wanting to go and find your ex for ever treating you so poorly before turning his attention back to you, practically begging you that relationships were supposed to be this way and that he wanted nothing more than to have you laid out before him with his face between your legs.

But you declined every time, that self-doubt always getting in the way. Until today, it was your six-month anniversary and you wanted to treat Eddie but all he asked was to have you sit on his face so he could pleasure you like the princess that you were, it had taken some convincing but finally, you agreed.

Eddie dropped his hands, noting your internal struggle so sat up, reaching forward to gently hold your hands, kissing the back of your knuckles softly, “I promise, that there's nothing I want more than to taste your sweet sweet pussy”.

You drop your head down to hide the smile on your face after hearing the want in Eddie’s voice. He wanted to see the delighted expression so tilted your chin up, “I love you” he whispered trying to catch your eye.

“I love you too” you smiled back.

“Good” he moves to lie back down on the bed, “now sit on my face princess”.

His excitement had you nervously laughing, finding the courage to begin climbing on the bed, seeing that Eddie was smiling like an idiot at you finally moving closer. As you reach his chest you being to feel exposed, feeling the draft brushing underneath your skirt, especially as you straddled over him with his hands on your hips helping so you didn’t topple over.

Finally, you rested on your knees on either side of his face, hands resting on the wall for balance as you looked down at Eddie nervously chewing on your bottom lip as only his eyes were visible due to your skirt.

With motivation from Eddie’s large hands on your hips, tentatively you began lowering your hips, feeling his nose against your folds first that had you wanting to move up but he held you firmly, his face now completely disappearing behind your skirt so you couldn't see him.

He didn’t waste time in licking up your entire cunt, his tongue delving between your lips and tasting the delicious juices he had been desperate to have in his mouth for months. You both moaned at the contact, you tried to fight the urge to sit up, but his own groans helped to calm your nerves that he wasn’t enjoying it.

Eddie’s long warm tongue first teased around your entrance, causing your walls to flutter in anticipation before he lifted his chin slightly to push in, licking and fucking slowly. He pushed as far as he could, making sure to bend his tongue to prod against the sensitive spot within that had your head dropping back, another moan tearing from your lips.

Your body also seemed to relax as he continued to tease you, one hand dropping from the wall to reach beneath your skirt to hold onto his long curly hair. This was just as he inched towards the nub at the apex of your thighs, starting by almost tickling the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, brushing back and forth until your own hips began following his movements.

It was like your body automatically knew which was to move, your hips rocking back and forth, the hand in his hair helping to move with his talented tongue.

“Eddie” you moaned out, feeling your body come alive from the actions of his mouth.

Your movements were becoming more frantic as you relaxed more into it, fully riding his face now as his tongue moved back inside of you and his nose masterly knocked against your clit as he nodded his head helping with the stimtulation.

Both of his hands helped your hips to move as well, his strong grip holding your support, tightening as you began moaning more, feeling the gradual tightening in your core. Your thighs began aching now from the position but you didn’t pay it any attention, only thinking about the man between your legs, both of you chasing your orgasm.

It hit you suddenly, the waves of euphoria that caused your body to jolt and cunt to contract in pulses, Eddie’s name leaving your mouth like a prayer in the wind, softly spoken in ecstasy.

Trying to catch your breath, you sat back with Eddie’s aid until you were sat lightly on his chest, his hands massaging the muscles in your thighs to ease the ache he knew you were probably experiencing. Looking down, you couldn’t help but smile shyly noticing the wet sheen over his face from your arousal but he didn’t seem phased, simply licking his lips before grinning up at you.

You wanted to tell him how amazing it felt, how thankful you were for helping you get to this point, how much you loved him but all you could muster up to say was “wow”.

Eddie chuckled at your glazed-over expression, tilting his head, either way, to kiss both of your thighs, “ready for round two” he wiggled his eyebrows causing you to giggle, stroking his cheek affectionately.

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[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the Fox

Chapter 26 of 30

1860 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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Other than a few more patches of turbulence, and some very distracting heavy petting, you make it through your first flight relatively unscathed. Being in first class allows you to disembark quickly and make it through immigration before the majority even have a chance to join the queue. At baggage Yoongi and Hobi grab a cart and usher the rest of you out of the door. Namjoon looks uncomfortable at the thought of not helping with the bags but Jungkook clinging to his arm doesn't really allow him to be of much use anyway.

A private transfer is waiting for you all outside and you pile into the very back with Namjoon and Jungkook. Jungkook's leg bounces with anticipation, you can't help reaching out to hold him still. He looks up at you sheepishly, smiling shyly. Now it's finally down to just the pack he is starting to calm down, it seems mostly just his excitement for the vacation is left. 

Namjoon on the other hand seems to be becoming more and more anxious the longer the trip goes on, a problem you don't think is going to resolve itself anytime soon. 

Everyone else seems to be more than ready to get to the beach. Jimin and Taehyung are talking excitedly over Jin about what they want to do when they get to the villa. The doctor looks between the two of them with mild fascination on his face, like he is conducting research more than actively taking part in a conversation. And you can hear Yoongi's laughter before you see him and Hobi come around the corner.

It looks like Hoseok had offered to push the cart by himself, only for the cart to be a little wonky. It turns and runs away from him frequently, leaving Hobi to look more than a little panicked each time. Yoongi just giggles and lets it happen, making you think that perhaps he had offered more assistance before.

Eventually, he does manage to straighten the course long enough to get the cart close to the van, giving up about 10 feet out. Namjoon clambers out of the back and rushes over to help with the luggage. No one misses the glare he gives Yoongi.

"Oh loosen up Joonie." The Jackal sighs, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Namjoon on his cheek.

The bear just grumbles under his breath and continues to haul bags from the cart and into the trunk. It's a tight fit but he manages to squish them all in through spite alone. Yoongi slides into the driver's seat, Namjoon taking the passenger side, leaving Hobi to squish into the back with you and Kookie. 

Jungkook slides a little closer to you to allow more room for the human and leans his head on your shoulder.

"You smell different." He comments, burying his nose into your neck.

"Probably just the aeroplane air." You shrug not really thinking about it.

But Jungkook persists, his nose pressing deeper into your skin. He sniffs along your jaw, down your neck, all the way to your collarbones. That's where he lingers the longest. His tongue flicks out as he reaches your cleavage and you push him away giggling, your cheeks all of a sudden rather warm. 

"It's Jin." He states, eyes fixed on yours.

"What's me?" The doctor says testing in his chair.

"The thing that smells different... Y/N reeks of Jin."

"Well, they did just sit next to each other for hours." Jimin points out.

"That's not it... If that was it then Hobi would stink of Taehyung and he doesn't..." Jungkook twists his head.

You and Jin make eye contact waiting to see what conclusion the Bunny draws, hoping he might just drop it. But of course, he doesn't, and now the whole van is paying attention, even Yoongi glances occasionally in the rearview, although the amusement in his eyes suggests he already knows why you smell so strongly of Jin. 

"We... cuddled." You supply 

"Just cuddled?" Hoseok raises his brow.

"Why does it matter?" Jin interrupts.

"I don't suppose it does... Although Taehyungie is looking rather put out." Hoseok laughs, although there is an air of jealousy in his own tone. 

The panda looks less than impressed for having been called out and turns away from the group, pouting to himself. Jimin takes pity and drops the topic, trying to distract Tae instead and Jin seems content to remove himself too. 

Jungkook seems to make it his mission for the remainder of the car ride to make you smell more like him, running his hands across your waist, and kissing all along your throat. Ever since he kissed you for the first time, it seemed like he couldn't get enough of touching you. It also seemed like he had become far more comfortable with Taehyung and Hoseok too, you had caught him lusting after the pair on more than one occasion, although he hadn't quite worked up the confidence to do anything about it yet. 

The villa you pull up outside of has you do a double take. It's breathtakingly stunning. The grounds are lush, green, and well-manicured. The pool is large, with a jacuzzi section and a slide. The patio is littered with lounge chairs, with a BBQ and bar in the corner. You could probably spend an hour out here just exploring.

But Jimin grabs your attention as he throws open the front door and gasps. 

You follow him along to see what the excitement is about. Taehyung grins to himself as he watches you all take in the humungous living space. The villa puts your humble cottage to shame. A cinema screen takes up the far wall with beanbags and blankets layout before it. The kitchen is to die for and you can already see the way it has garnered Yoongi's gaze. 

Jimin takes the stairs two at a time, dragging Jungkookie with him in a rush to pick their own rooms. 

"Hey! Wait for me," Taehyung yells as he runs after the pair. 

Jin spots a hallway off to the side and takes it as his opportunity to wander off, leaving you with Namjoon.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask.

"Talk about what?" He mumbles.

"Why your mood is so sour." 

He had the sense to look a little bit guilty about his attitude. It's hard to miss the way he has retreated in on himself. He avoids your eyes, pretending to take in the new surroundings. You take his hand and lead him away from the living room and out onto the back patio. 

The back is almost more stunning than the front. A wondrous flower garden with plenty of places to get lost in. Namjoon seems to get a little caught up in the new environment. He takes you along with him as he admires different flowers. You aren't sure if he is genuinely enamoured with the place, or if he is just trying to avoid talking to you about his real issues. 

Eventually, you come across a bench and pull him to sit down with you. You sit side by side for a little while, watching as a butterfly flits past. 

"I don't want to ruin everyone's vacation." Namjoon sighs eventually.

"Then don't." You shrug.

"I just can't help but feel like I'm not doing enough for everyone. I could never have afforded anything like this for them." He leans his elbows on his knees and places his face in his hands. 

You reach across his shoulders to comfort him and he leans slightly into the embrace.

"Do you really think anyone cares that you aren't the one who paid for this trip?" You ask him.

"I care." He growls

"Namjoon, you need to get over this. It was one thing when you were the only one catering to a pack of four... But there are so many more of us now, it's unreasonable for you to think you should be the only one contributing anymore." The bear huffs defeated, it's like he knows you're right but he just can't let go. You hear him sniffle and your heart breaks for him. You turn yourself more into him, holding him tighter. His hands come away from his face and he pulls you into his lap. His face buries into the crook of your neck and he holds you for a while. 

He holds you until you are both sticky with sweat from the heat. The air around you two becomes unbearably humid by the time he lets you go just a little. He pulls back to look in your eyes, and you reach up to push the sweaty hair away from his forehead. 

"I'm still the pack leader. I want to do more for all of you." He whines in a petulant voice you've never heard from him before

"You do plenty." You point out, smoothing his hair down even more.

You play with the short strands, curling them around in your fingers.

"You provide so well for your pack Joonie. You put a roof over our heads, food in our stomachs, love in our hearts... You could never do more for us."

He takes in your words, blinking slowly.

"When... when you say love in our hearts. Do you mean that as a collective... or as an individual?" He asks

It's only then you realise what you might've admitted to. 

You think about it for a moment and he waits patiently for your answer.

"I mean it as both." You confirm. 

You can practically feel the way his mood shifts, his scent changing from acrid smoke to comforting warmth. 

"Could you... could you say it as an individual?" His expression turns shy.

"I love everything you do for your pack Joonie. I love how you protect us. and... I think I'm in love with you, just a little bit..." You say, suddenly going shy yourself. 

"I think I'm in love with you too, and I don't think I am the only one." He responds. 

You lean forward into his embrace and he kisses you softly once, and then twice, and then the kisses don't stop until you are both out of breath and you are panting in his lap. The sweat is dripping down your temples, the air sticky and gross, but neither of you pulls away regardless of how hot the world seems.

"Y/N-ah? Joon? Are you out here?" Jin calls through the bushes.

"Over here," Namjoon calls back.

He leans his forehead against yours and waits for Jin to stumble across the pair of you.

"Well, don't you two look cosy." Jin comments smiling at the pair of you. "And you look like you're feeling a bit better." 

He reaches out and ruffles Namjoon's hair. 

"The others sent me to find you, they want to play some game in the pool and apparently we need teams of four." He says.

Jin holds out his hand and helps you off of Namjoon's lap. You cringe when you feel how clammy your palm is in his. Suddenly, you could think of nothing more refreshing than a dip in the pool.

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Masterlist

Send me asks - doesn’t have to be fic related. Can be smutty, thirsty, fluffy, angsty, whatever you’re feeling regarding BTS. Can be literally anything doesn’t have to be BTS

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[radiosteve]

Hi I don't know if your taking requests at the moment but I just finished I knew you with Steve Harrington and I absolutely loved it ❤ I was wondering if you could possibly do a little piece where Steve and reader go back to Hawkins for a visit I would love to see how everyone would react 🤍

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you enjoy!

Come Back to Me

Word count: 983

The crisp autumn air invaded your car, sending shivers down your spine. You wrapped your jacket closer to your body before replacing your hands on the wheel. Steve’s hand snaked out from his pocket, landing on your leg in a comforting pat.

“You really gotta get the heat in this thing fixed,” Steve spoke, a cloud of his breath filling the air. He quickly withdrew his hand, shoving it back into his coat pocket so his fingers didn’t freeze.

“We’re almost there Stevie boy. You can hold on a little longer,” you spared a glance at Steve in the passenger seat and couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. His shoulders were up to his ears while his nose and cheeks were bright pink. He was shivering, teeth chattering and all.

“Your parents better have a fire going when we get there,” Steve mumbled, his mouth disappearing under the lip of his coat, obscuring half of his face. You let out another chuckle, passing the ugly brown sign that welcomed you to your hometown. 

Luckily for Steve, your parents did have a fire roaring in the fireplace when you arrived. Steve dropped his bags upon entering, sidling right up to the blazing fire to warm his hands and face. After a moment of relishing in the heat, Steve joined you in greeting your parents with hugs and kisses to each cheek.

“We’re just going to throw our bags upstairs really quick. We’ll be right back,” you told your parents, lifting your suitcase from its resting place and marching up the stairs with Steve in tow. 

During your trek upstairs you were greeted with all the comforts that made your parents' house home. Photos lining the hallways, the soft carpet that squished under your sock-clad feet, the distant sound of your mom’s stereo playing in the kitchen. It had only been a few months since you’d moved out, back now for Thanksgiving, but it seemed like so much longer. You were so caught up in the nostalgia of your childhood home that you didn’t hear the hushed whispers behind your bedroom door. 

A loud, disjointed shout of surprise filled the room as you pushed in the door. You recoiled in surprise, nearly knocking Steve over in the process. Both of your suitcases were abandoned in the hallway as you were pulled into one pair of arms after another. Everyone moved downstairs to where your parents stood with knowing grins on their faces, happy to see you and Steve reunited with your large group of friends. You all migrated around the fireplace, telling stories and catching up on all that you’ve missed.

“Yeah and then Eddie nearly ran us over with his van,” Dustin finished his story about a prank they’d pulled on Eddie last month, shooting a glare at the long-haired boy beside you.

“And I won’t hesitate to go through with it next time,” Eddie shot back, his usual goofiness taking all the bite out of his threat. You leaned back on the couch, Steve’s arm coming up to rest on the cushion behind you.

“How’s the band, Munson?” Steve asked as you nuzzled your head into his shoulder.

“Same old, same old. Not as fun playing at The Hideout without my number one fan in the audience,” Eddie poked your rib, careful to avoid the scars that resided just below there. “Buckley doesn't quite measure up,” Eddie added, as everyone’s gaze shifted to Robin for her reaction.

“He’s no Bowie,” she shrugged and you couldn’t help the grin that formed on your lips as Eddie launched a pillow directly at her face.

After a while of catching up, sleep hung heavy on your mind, growing desperate for some shut-eye after the long drive. All the kids insisted on sleeping over, pulling out blankets and sleeping bags from the back of Eddie’s van that was parked down the street. You all lay on the floor, hushed whispers turning to soft snores as the dark hours lingered on. You got up to go to the bathroom after a bit of tossing and turning. Somehow, you found yourself trailing upstairs, drawn to your childhood bedroom and the purple curtains that framed your window. 

“You okay?” a soft voice called out through the dimly lit room. Steve. You nodded and he slowly approached you, arms encircling you from behind as you faced the window again.

“It’s nice to see everyone again,” you whispered, not wanting to wake anyone. Steve nodded against you in agreement. “I miss them, but I wouldn’t change anything. I’m still glad that we got out of this town,” your voice was gentle, calming in the quiet of the night.

“Me too, Baby,” Steve agreed, placing a kiss on your cheek. You smiled as he did, eyes flickering out the window to the familiar house next door. Steve’s gaze followed yours, peering out and landing on his own childhood bedroom window. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being on this side of the window,” he chuckled in your ear and you let out a breathy laugh. You turned in his arms, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed you back, his arms trailing to your lower back as you let out a soft sigh. It felt like the first time. The accumulation of all of your feelings for the brown-haired boy attached to your lips. A throat cleared from the doorway, pulling your attention from Steve as you untangled yourself from his arms.

“Where’s the bathroom?” Lucas stood just outside of your room, feeling very awkward about breaking up your moment with Steve. You moved forward, intending to guide Lucas to the bathroom. You glanced over your shoulder, catching sight of the goofy smirk plastered on Steve’s lips. You mirrored his smile, shaking your head lightly with a giggle as you led Lucas down the hall.

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[sage-lights]

if i could i'd freeze this moment

It's getting dark out, the last glimmers of sunlight disappearing behind endless rows of snow-covered trees. The ground is pristinely powdered, not a single footprint marring the even surface. Everything is still out here.

Angela leans against the wooden railing of the back deck, admiring the landscape. Behind her is the sliding glass door that leads back into the cabin, cracked open enough for her to hear the loud "Come on’s!" and "Hell yeah’s!" of her friends.

She turn around for a brief second, observing how rowdy everyone is. Most of the Smosh cast and crew are squished together on the couch or floor. They’ve gathered around the TV and placed bets on the (very serious) Super Smash Bros tournament. A few are scattered throughout the open kitchen, chatting, laughing, and paying attention to the game with one ear.

The scene inside the cabin is bathed in the golden lamp light, cozy and familiar. But right now, that warmth is suffocating.

Angela’s glad that Ian and Anthony were able to finally pull this off. There had been whispers of bringing back Smosh Summer Games since the beginning of the year. But with the summer already packed full of different programming, the difficulties of finding a sponsor, and the sheer amount of pre-production required for a shoot of this scale, they ultimately decided it wouldn’t be feasible. Instead, they pivoted their efforts towards a revamped Smosh Winter Games, giving them more time to plan and elevate the event to the same caliber as Summer Games.

Based on the few days they've had already, Angela understands why Summer and Winter Games are so beloved by everyone. The games are insane, the rivalries are already forming, and every day, the stakes climb higher and higher.

Though, as much as Angela enjoys the constant excitement buzzing in the air, a lingering anxiety courses through her. She has yet to tell anyone the big news. At first, she convinced herself not to mention it yet because everyone was busy preparing for Winter Games. And now that they’re here in Big Bear, she’s created a new excuse to rationalize keeping this secret for even longer—she doesn’t want to detract from everyone relaxing and enjoying all their hard work by making herself the center of attention.

However, it’s been eating away at her. These days, the confession sits at the tip of her tongue, on the verge of slipping out anytime she has a conversation with someone.

She's snapped out of her thoughts when she hears the door squeakily roll open, forcing her back to the present moment. It's Amanda, with a drink in one hand and waving at her with the other. As she shuts the door, a cool breeze cuts through and Angela shivers a little.

Amanda notices. She picks up the throw blanket from the deck chair as she walks towards Angela, setting her mug down on the railing and wrapping the blanket around Angela's shoulders.

"Whatcha doing out here?" Amanda asks.

"Wondering how long it would take Shayne to find his way home if we blindfolded and dropped him off in the middle of the forest."

"What the hell?"

"He's a fan of Alone," Angela shrugs playfully.

"You're crazy," Amanda laughs.

Angela motions to the drink, "Hot cocoa?"

"With Baileys," she winks, "Tommy's making them."

Angela, still a little lost in thought, doesn’t respond, opting instead to envelop them in a comfortable silence. They both gaze out at the snowy landscape and stars twinkling up above. Angela can never see them from her apartment in Los Angeles; the light pollution always clouds her view. But out here, with Amanda standing next to her, everything is clear.

Whenever Amanda's by her side, something seems to shift in Angela. It's like Amanda's got this knack for quieting the chaos in her head. Everything, even the most tangled of thoughts, fall into place. She desperately wants to cling onto this peace, onto Amanda.

She wonders if she loves Amanda.

The idea shocks her a moment before she scoffs at it mentally. Of course she loves Amanda—she loves all her friends. She tells Arasha “I love you” when she hugs her before leaving the office, Chanse when he’s got her back, Courtney when they bring her food, and teases Shayne for chuckling uncomfortably when she tells him.

Yet, the longer she thinks about it, the more unsure she gets about grouping Amanda in with the rest of her friends. The more she realizes it’s different with Amanda. She doesn’t quite have the words to describe it, but she just knows. With every fit of uncontrollable laughter that’s got her falling into Amanda’s side, every glance exchanged while filming, and every burning touch, she just knows.

And then it clicks for Angela. It’s the thought of letting Smosh go, of letting Amanda go, that’s been scaring the living crap out of her.

Stunned by this sudden realization, she watches intently as Amanda sips her cocoa, who catches her staring and offers her a drink as well.

"Angela?"

"Hm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking."

"About what?"

"Just stuff. Life stuff, you know?"

Amanda raises an eyebrow, concerned. "You seem a little off. Something on your mind?"

Angela hesitates. Once again, she can feel the words threatening to spill out of her. But this time, she doesn’t fight the urge. She wants to tell Amanda, wants her to tell her everything is going to be okay. That they’re going to be okay. She feels the alcohol start warm her system and takes a deep breath in, then out.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, baby.”

"No one else knows this yet, but I…booked a movie," she glances down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers.

Amanda gasps, her eyes widening in surprise and excitement. She nudges Angela with her shoulder, "Oh, my god! Congratulations, angel!"

"Thanks, Amanda."

"Am I allowed to know what project it is, or is it a Marvel-level secret?"

Angela still doesn't meet Amanda's eyes, "Um, it's, uh, an indie film that A24’s looking to produce."

"Holy. Shit. That's fucking insane! This is huge, Angela. I'm so proud of you!" Amanda wraps an arm around her friend to pull her in closer, but pauses when she feels her stiffen in her embrace.

"Alright, something’s up,” Amanda faces her and, with a bit more seriousness and concern, asks, “Is there something in the script that makes you uncomfortable? Because if so, you should go and talk to-.”

Angela cuts her off, “No, there’s not. Don’t worry.”

Amanda’s relieved, though she sees Angela still has a strange faraway look on her face, “Then why do you not seem happy about this role?”

"No, I'm…I'm happy about it," Angela sighs heavily and finally looks up, only to be met with Amanda's unconvinced expression, "I swear I am. It's just that…I'm leaving Smosh soon."

"I get it, you hate working with us," Amanda jokes.

Immediately backtracking, Angela quickly mutters, "No! It's not like that, I didn't mean it like that."

"Chill, Ang. I'm just messing with you," Amanda laughs at Angela smacking her arm.

“Shut up, I’m trying to be vulnerable right now.”

Amanda gestures for her to continue, her face softening in apology.

"There's a tiny part of me who wants to turn down the role, but that would be such a stupid move—I know I would regret it instantly. But every time I think about doing this movie, a wave of panic washes over me and I become paralyzed with dread.”

Amanda places her hand on Angela's back, rubbing huge circles to help soothe her, "It's okay to be scared. Change is just one of those experiences that never gets easier."

"No, it’s not that. It’s just-,” her voice gets smaller, “Amanda, promise me we'll stay in touch."

"Duh, Ang. It’s not like you'll never see us again. You'll probably get upgraded to Mari and Sarah status, always welcome to drop by and say 'hello.' Maybe even join us in a video or two if your busy new schedule will allow it."

“Things it won't be the same."

Amanda acquiesces, "No, it won't. But that doesn’t have to be a bad thing."

"I mean it, Amanda. I don’t want us to become those friends who never speak to each other after they stop working together. I don’t want to see your life through Instagram posts. You mean the world to me," Angela's voice cracks slightly, the tone of it so raw that it breaks Amanda’s heart.

Amanda reaches out and pulls Angela into a tight hug, "I promise you, Angela. Even when you’re super famous and walking down the Oscars red carpet, I’ll break in and chase you down just to tell you fart joke.

“You’re dumb,” Angela rolls her eyes, but sinks into her embrace and smiles.

“But I mean it. I love you endlessly, and I will always be here with you.”

Maybe this is what love truly is. Letting go when you want to hold on. Knowing that it’ll always return.

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for @baflegacy’s smosh girlies week

day 8 prompt: free day!

word count: 1510

title from: "anaheim" by niki

this fic has literally been plaguing me for weeks. i've been running into writer's block after writer's block trying to finish it and it's literally past midnight where i am and i'm still not completely happy with it, but at least i finished it!

#amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #amangela #smoshblr #smosh girlies week #smosh rpf #do i lwk hate it? yes but i need to sleep and the week is over so i just had to get it out before i convince myself to delete it again... #smosh fanfiction

[theghostkingisdead]

so i have this au where danny is basically raised by ghosts. even before the portal opened, his parents' constant work with ectoplasm thinned the veil around their house, meaning shades could pass over. And these shades basically take a look at this neglected child and say is anyone else gonna raise this kid and then don't wait for an answer

In this au danny becomes a halfa through constant exposure to ectoplasm, which literally burns through his humanity but doesn't kill him. I haven't decided whether or not he still goes through the portal in this one, so lmk what y'all think.

A potential scene from this AU:

Danny sat at his desk, trying to focus on his homework over the growling in his stomach. It was easy work, really. Just a review worksheet for the upcoming math test. Long division. With fractions. And decimals.

Ok, so if Sally has two thousand dollars, spends 4/5 and puts 3/4 of it in the bank, she’ll have about…how much remaining?

Danny groaned, slamming his head onto the table. His stomach groaned with him. The ache was dull, for the most part, and would have been easy to ignore if not for the sharp way it bit at him whenever he moved.

It had been two and a half, maybe three full days since he’d eaten anything. It wasn’t his parents’ fault, that they forgot to feed him over the weekend. They had their own minifridge in the basement, and rarely remembered to come upstairs except to sleep.

Once upon a time, Jazz had made sure he at least ate something, back when his parents stocked the fridge with non-biohazards. But she was in fourteen and old enough to work, now, and he barely saw her except in the mornings.

Danny frowned back at his page. So, one quarter of two thousand is five hundred, and that leaves 4/5 of one thousand five hundred… no, that’s not right.

Thunk. Something heavy landed next to his head.

Danny flinched back violently, almost tipping over his chair. He flailed his arms, trying to find his balance.

He looked back up. There, sitting on his desk, dripping green juices all over his worksheet, was a piece of what might have once been steak.

It was the right shape, he was sure, but where steak was normally pink, this piece of meat was light green, with nearly-black veins threaded throughout. He leaned forward, face screwing up at the smell; like dead iron and cleaning supplies.

It was gross. It was foul. It was getting raw-meat juices all over his half-finished paper.

It had been three days since he’d last eaten.

Against his will, Danny felt his mouth beginning to water.

He looked towards his door; still closed and locked. The only clue as to where the steak had come from was the room’s dropping temperature, and a shadow in the corner of his room. it disappeared when he looked at it head on, but from the corner of his eye, he could make out a human-like figure with narrowed eyes and crossed arms.

It gestured at him, and Danny knew what it was asking.

The steak was gross. Danny was hungry.

Wouldn’t he get sick from eating raw meat?

A memory tickled at the back of his head, of a steak so rare it was barely cooked, of a night out with Aunt Alicia.

So maybe he’d be fine?

Danny grabbed the steak, grimacing at the way it squished between his fingers. He brought it up to his face, and almost threw up directly on it; the smell was way worse up close.

But Danny was hungry, and he had never been one to waste food. Steeling himself, taking a large breath of blissfully clean air, he leaned forward and bit down.

It tasted worse than it smelled. In his mouth, the sharp iron scent turned bitter, sucking the moisture from his mouth like an underripe persimmon. The meat was chewy, and tough, and somehow still spicy. It burned his throat going down.

It was by far, the worst thing he’d ever eaten. Not that he had much to compare it too.

And besides; Danny was hungry.

The steak went down in quick, desperate bites. The bone was licked clean.

His rest that night was fitful, and Danny awoke with a fever high enough that even his parents took notice, calling him out of school for the next two days.

But the meat stayed down. And Danny was full.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #food #raised by ghosts au