#ozzie writes

[ozarkthedog]

“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes” with Poe pleeeease 💚

*squeals* I love fluffy Poe and I hope you love this little blurb! 💙

“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes.” Poe confesses. He nuzzles his head deeper into your lap and sighs at your fingers combing through his curls.  

“Even BB-8 told me to shut it once.” He chuckles, recalling the memory. “I got distracted and attached the wrong cable. I never got such a scolding from a droid before.”

“You’re going to have to reign in the love there, Star Boy. I don’t want your squadron getting sick of me too soon.”

“There’s no possible way that could happen.” He says, sternly and turns to lay on his back. “How could they not love you?” A strong hand slides up and frames your jaw, keeping you still as he looks at you like he was looking at the night sky for the first time.

You laugh as you smooth your fingers over his concerned features. “It’s very endearing that you think that but that’s not how the galaxy works.”

“I know.” His features tug into a frown for a brief moment before he’s lit with a new, untamed energy. “But I’ll throw hands with anyone who thinks otherwise.”  

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron prompt #poe dameron #ozzie writes

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡˚「Affection Prompt 1」⋆｡˚

◉ Sinopsis; your partners tuck you in when you stir in the night

◉ feat; Stolas, Fizz x Ozzie, Blitz (all x reader)

___˙•˚∘✮🌙ᯓ🪐˙•˚∘___

Squeaky footsteps echo through empty halls as Stolas makes his way back to bed. He sighs, pulling his robe tighter around himself. When Stolas can't sleep, he walks around his home, checking up on the plants and grabbing himself a cup of water on the way. He just hated leaving you in that big bed all alone. What if you woke up and he wasn't there? As he walks back into your shared bedroom, he stops by your side of the bed. Stolas takes a few minutes to just observe you; the noises you make, how your lips and eyebrows twitch, and the way you move around, as if you can't get comfortable. A concerned look etches across Stolas' face. Setting his cup on the nightstand, he takes the sheets around you and tucks them closer. As soon as you're more comfortable, you begin to relax. Stolas kisses your forehead and settles back into bed, holding you close and careful not to disturb your slumber.

┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　°

The sound of the television slowly begins to fade as you feel yourself falling asleep, nestled in bed between Fizz and Ozzie. The lull of their voices overlapping the television, the dim bedroom lights, and the softness of the blankets made it pretty difficult to resist falling asleep. As you drift off, you feel Fizz and Ozzie each combing a hand through your hair, whispering a soft "good night, sleep well." The two stay up a while longer, watching TV, flirting, and just talking. Eventually, as they get ready for bed, Fizz notices you beginning to stir and whimper in your sleep. He shoots a concerned look to Asmodeus, who gently kisses your forehead and tucks the blankets tighter around you. As you relax, Fizz and Ozzie lay down, scooting closer so that you're gently sandwiched between them. In time, all three of you are snoring, all snuggled up and sleeping contently.

┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　°

Blitzø groans, rubbing his eyes and blinking them open. Once again, he can't sleep. Its not unexpected, but definitely frustrating. He turns over, facing you. Blitzø brushes a strand of hair out of your face before sitting up. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, looking back over his shoulder. On the other side of the bed, you were still sound asleep. Deciding he wants some water, Blitzø gets up, trying to stay quiet- only to trip over his own feet. He lands face first on the floor with a thud. He groans loudly, pushing himself up and brushing the dust off his clothes. That's when he hears soft whimpers and sheets rustling behind him. Blitzø turns around so quickly that he almost falls again- luckily he's able to catch himself on the headboard. He sees you tossing and turning- almost as if you're feeling around for him. Seeing your distress, Blitzø forgets all about the water and climbs back into bed, readjusting the blankets and laying down beside you holding your hand.

── ˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘ ──

#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss headcanon #saying I love you event #writing event #stolas helluva boss #fizzarolli helluva boss #asmodeus helluva boss #blitz helluva boss #stolas x reader #fizz x ozzie x reader #polyam fizz x ozzie x reader #blitz x reader #request #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss stolas #saying i love you prompts #nonverbal affection event

[puppy-steve]

steddie | G | wc: 462 | cw: injuries, hospitals, aftermath of a motorcycle accident

@steddiemas day 16: "Can you give me one more night, please?" modern au ft. nurse steve

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"Can you give me one more night?" Eddie looks up at him, his brown eyes shining with unshed tears. "Please?"

He knows he shouldn't. He needs to be strong and say tell him, "I'm sorry, but no."

But Steve has never been a strong man when it comes to Eddie Munson.

So he drops his coat on the bedside chair that was occupied by Wayne fifteen minutes ago until he wandered down to the cafeteria for another cup of coffee (Steve could've gotten him one from the machine in the nurse's station—it would've been free, at least) and plops down in the other one with a bone deep sigh.

"Someone's gotta go home and check on Ozzy," he tells him softly, reaching forward to brush Eddie's hair out of his eyes.

Those gorgeous brown eyes that are more alive and bright tonight, though a little unfocused from the pain meds they've got him on, than they were when the ambulance brought him in ten days ago, barely conscious on the gurney but still pleading for his husband.

Steve had never been so terrified in his life.

"Wayne can stop by on his way to work," Eddie says, taking Steve's hand and lacing their fingers together. "Please, Stevie."

Eddie's quiet voice and his pleading eyes have Steve's heart breaking all over again. Eddie's begged him to stay every single night since waking up after his surgery, scared to be alone even for a second.

Steve knows about Eddie's childhood fear of hospitals, but Eddie confided in him on the third night of recovery, still high and loopy on morphine–

"It's not hospitals themselves," he'd muttered. His eyes were closed and his heart monitor was so steady Steve thought he'd fallen asleep.

"Yeah?"

Any free time Steve had, whether he was on his breaks or clocked out, he spent it at Eddie's bedside.

Eddie's eyes briefly opened and his gaze slid over to Steve. "s'the dying alone part that I'm afraid of."

Steve had choked on a sob, already fragile from the very real fact that Eddie had almost died, and made the promise that that was never going to happen.

"You're being discharged tomorrow," Steve says, pressing a kiss to their hands. "This is the last night you have to spend in this place, I promise. You get to sleep in our bed with me beside you and Ozzy tucked behind your knees, and you're never going to look at another motorcycle ever again."

But he doesn't tell him no.

Instead, he makes sure Eddie is as comfortable as he can be without being in pain and carefully climbs into the bed beside him. Wayne comes back and finds them curled around each other and sharing soft kisses between equally soft words.

#ozzy is their cat #cj talks #cj writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddiemas #steddie fic

[morganbritton132]

It be so funny if they took Joan to soccer game and put her either in the team colour or a cheerleading outfit.

Great minds think alike because I was just thinking that we having checked in with Joan in a while so this problem is perfect.

Every Saturday for over a month now, Joan has watched the humans and Ozzy leave the house in the morning and come back hours later loud, smelly, and energized. She does not have a problem with this per se but if she had eyebrows, she’d raise one of them. She would raise the other when they’re all too tired to play with her for too long after they come back.

So, Joan makes a decision.

When the next Saturday rolls around and Steve is digging around in the drier for his jersey, she makes her case known. She whines. She meows. She gets in the way of every step. She commits a drive-by biting. She even gets in the storage closet in the hallway and knocks over the dreaded cat stroller so it falls into the hallway.

She makes it very clear. She wants to go.

Eddie coos at her, “Awe, baby, she feels left out. Let’s take her.”

“Ed, it’s hot outside,” Steve replies, gesturing to Joan. She rubs her head against his leg. “She’s gray.”

“Steve, don’t be racist.”

“I’m not being – how is that –“ Steve sputters and then rambles on about tiny bodies, and fur, and overheating in the sun, but Joan already knows she got her way. Steve can’t say no to Eddie and he can’t say no to her either. Plus, she always gets her way.

Her way is the right way.

Steve sighs and gives in, “But if she gets too hot, you have to take her home.”

As a reward for Steve and Eddie’s good decision-making, Joan helps them get ready to leave. She wiggles her way into the cabinet with the first-aid kit and pulls out bandaids. She leaves them inside Steve’s cleats. He says thank you when he finds them.

Ozzy huffs from where he’s laying in his dog bed.

Joan purrs when Steve pets her head.

Since Eddie disappeared down into his studio the moment Steve agreed to let her come, Joan continues ‘helping Steve.’ Mainly, she cleans up (eats) all the scraps of lunchmeat he drops when making sandwiches for him, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy.

Eddie immerges from the studio ten minutes before they’re supposed to leave with a hastily sewed shirt made for a cat. It’s made out of the soft material of the cheer squad t-shirts he made for the other team members’ partners. He presents it first to Steve and then holds it out to Joan like, “Ta-dah.”

Joan sniffs the fabric – it smells like Eddie – and Steve is just like, “Why did you make that?”

“Because Joan’s got to represent, Stevie. We’re a jock family now and jocks wear their team colors,” Eddie insists, grin getting bigger when Steve rolls his eyes at him. “Everybody else is wearing team colors. Even Ozzy. See.”

He gestures to the pin attached to his yellow service dog vest that says ‘#1 Steve Harrington Defender.’ It’s right next to a patch that says ‘If You Pet Me, You Are A Part Of The Problem’ which is… “That’s new.”

“Yeah, I’m solving all the world’s problems today, baby,” He grins. “Isn’t that right, Joan?”

She hisses at the shirt.

#Its always fun to write from Joan’s perspective #also I just love the idea of Ozzy being annoyed by Steve thinking her for helping when she’s not actually helping. He helps. All the time. #Joan’s just like: it’s fine if you go out but you better have enough energy to play with me when you come back #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson #Joan the disservice cat #Ozzy the service dog

[fizzie-frog]

Look I've never been much of a shipper but Fizzarolli with Asmodeus really demolishes me I swear to God. Just the way they know each other inside and out (which, obviously, they've known each other for possibly a decade). The way Fizzarolli sleeps without his cute little jester hat on, the way he, in general, trusts Ozzie with his body and his being and just-- Agh.

And the little things too like how he finds comfort in things from Ozzie and helps him calm down (as showed above). The way Fizz can just be bare, scars out front and broken horns and know that Ozzie will continue to think he's the best fucking thing ever. How Ozzie is always so supporting and finds just the right words and brings him up when he is down.

Also I know it tends to be shadowed cause it's not discussed much, but let's remember that Fizzarolli is disabled. And I'd assume he has more issues than just being an amputee (I love fics that approach that subject but I understand why there's not many as you can go wrong with this so easily).

He was in the god damn middle of an explosion as it happened and he survived something that by all means would've killed him, by some miracle (side note: omg just the thought of him being conscious even long enough to see Blitz while burning alive, I don't doubt he'd have preferred to just black out right away). I highly doubt such a thing wouldn't give him some other sorts of physical damage too. The whole speaking and hearing thing (why he probably knows sign language), the pain stuff, so many things.

Not to even go over the mental trauma and probably years of help and sleepless nights he'd have had on a psychological level. So when I say Ozzie has been through thick and thin with him, it's probably an understatement. But he loves him and aaaaghhhh I'm just so happy for Fizz that he has someone who will be by his side no matter what, to bring him up and help him out. Not many people get that, so many turn and run the moment their partner hits even the slightest hard time.

But hey, I guess this is why it's a fictional couple.

Btw, maybe I missed it but I haven't seen anyone mention this: I don't know if I'm overthinking it - I've already seen the whole pointing out of Mammon's mirror being shaped like him, specifically his mouth, but I'd like to also go into the metaphorical senses of the mirrors. With Mammon's mirror, he's looking into Mammon's mouth, like he's eating Fizz alive. But then he turns his attention to Oz's mirror, the heart shaped mirror, and looks in it to calm down. He opens the heart shaped mirror that reads "Oz". He's looking into Ozzie's heart, and Fizzarolli is reflected in his heart.

Could totally be accidental lmao but I think it's such fkin good symbolism I-- Don't even get me started.

#Fizzarolli #Fizz #Asmodeus #Ozzie #Fizzmodeus #Ozzarolli #Fizzarozzie #Helluva Boss #how can you expect me not to go feral with this #Sorry this is long winded and all over the place #I suck at writing and it's late

[rhys-writes-some-shit]

Could I please request some poly headcanons with Asmodeus and Fizzarolli, maybe where reader is on the ace spectrum and a lot of people thinks it's weird that a demon is hanging around the literal lust demon, and not having sex with him.

GLADLY!!! I love poly!Fizzmodeus x Reader fics, thank you for giving me an excuse to write something for these two goofballs.

Poly!Fizzmodeus x Reader (Queer-Platonic)

💙You meet Fizz and Ozzie on accident, having been dragged along to Ozzie's club as a "+1"

💚 You only interact with Fizz once, but there was something about you that stood out to him.

💙 Maybe it was the fact that you were at a strip club and complimenting the choices of music and the skill of the dancers rather than getting off like everyone else.

💚 Regardless, after a few months of back and forth, you move in with Fizz and Ozz.

💙 They openly accept and support the fact that you're asexual, and never force you to do anything you're not comfortable doing.

💚 Their intimate relationship has nothing to do with the fact that both of them love to cuddle you into oblivion.

💙 It's not uncommon for people to give you shit online and in-person.

💚 People don't understand how you can be asexual, especially while living with the two biggest sex icons in Lust.

💙 Most people tend to assume you're trying to take advantage of Ozzie, or that you're just crazy.

💚 Fizz makes many public statements asking people to stop harassing you, but that doesn't really do anything.

💙 Only once Fizz and Ozz ganged up on a few demons who were hitting on you, did people really get the memo.

💚 Whether they understood or not, they realized that crossing you, meant crossing the King of Lust. And no one wanted to deal with that.

#helluva boss #helluva boss fanfiction #helluva asmodeus #helluva fizzarolli #fizzmodeus #fizzarozzie #fizz x ozzie #fizzmodeus x reader #asexual reader #queerplatonic #fizzmodeus x reader queerplatonic #rhys-writes #rhys-replies

[faotoni]

Asmodeus: Are you nervous? Fizzarolli: A bit Asmodeus: Is this your first time? Fizzarolli: no, I’ve been nervous many times before

#helluva boss #i love fizz/ozzie #fizzarozzie #probably correct tbh #incorrect helluva quotes #im bored dont come for me #probably been done but i dun care #this writing thing is taking a lot longer than the first time #sorry bout dat.

[ozzy-boy]

Cole love languages <3

(this is a long one, strap in. theres so much to write about considering hes literally obsessed)

((can you tell he's my fave?))

-When it comes to love languages, all of the above is pretty fitting for Cole... If you asked him directly what his favorite is, he'd struggle to find an answer. There are so many wonderful ways to love you...

-One he leans towards is words of affirmation.

-Cole lives and breathes to compliment you. It comes easy to him because he thinks that every single thing you do is cute. Every. Single. Thing.

-You could stand perfectly still, doing absolutely nothing and Cole would compliment the way you breathe. Everything about you is simply magnificent, and he's not afraid to speak his mind.

-In return, he feels like he's walking on air for days after you compliment him.

-Your words float around in his head and heart like butterflies, and he repeats it to himself constantly. You think he's handsome, you love him, you think he has a cute smile...

-No matter what it is, he holds your praise close to his heart.

-An extremely big fan of physical touch. But watch out. He gets crazy cuteness aggression sometimes.

-Gets sudden, overwhelming urges to squeeze or bite. Admittedly, he tries very hard not to act on these urges out of fear of hurting you. (Unless you're. Y'know. Into that kind of thing.) He kind of jokes around about it to gauge your reaction but it's very, very real.

-Often takes his aggression out on a pillow or something soft when the urge gets unbearable. Even just thinking about you too much can give him an overwhelming burst of energy. Needs to get it out of his system every once in a while so that he doesn't let it slip around you.

-At first, in your early relationship, Cole keeps his hands very notably to himself. He's always either holding himself or has his hands folded at the small of his back.

-Despite... well, everything, Cole is not delusional. He understands very well that his feelings and urges are not... normal. He worries quite a bit about scaring you away by revealing too much. So he keeps to himself for a long time, only occasionally dipping into your personal space for a few brief moments. Usually to whisper in your ear or tease you when he sees the opportunity.

-He allows you to set the pace of your relationship, only delving into his desires once it's been made clear that you feel the same way. Contact between you two will have to be initiated by you at the start.

-Once you've been together for a while though, this caution goes out the window. Now that you're his, get ready, because Cole. Is. Clingy. Wants to be touching you at all times. The only time he feels like he has true control over himself is when he's in your arms.

-Sorry but he is 100% guilty of lovebombing after he's done or said something suspicious lmao.

-Oh, you just caught him following you...? Er, well, has he told you recently how cute you are? And hasn't it been a dreadfully long time since he kissed you? Looks like he'll have to spend the next several minutes remedying that haha nothing suspicious about that haha....

-Always finds a way to weasel out of anything regarding his 'tendencies'. He's cute enough that he usually succeeds.

-Side note, he's a biter. Cole will occasionally stride over to you, bite your neck or shoulder (sometimes leaving a hickey if you'll let him), and then walk away like nothing happened. He'll also nip at your lips or fingers to tease. If you ask him about it, he'll say that it's a lingering effect from the curse, but how true that is is debatable.

-Your quality time is very dear to him. Always annoyed when something (or someone) cuts into your time together.

-Quality time is often intrinsically linked to physical touch for him. Would spend every waking moment in your arms if he could. It's not realistic of course, but a man can dream...

-Although, he'll enjoy doing anything with you. Loves to join in on your hobbies and the activities you enjoy, and appreciates it if you return the favor. Admittedly, Cole doesn't indulge in many hobbies (at least not many that he can actually tell you about) but he loves it if you get involved with his interests.

-Will often spend his time lackadaisically following you to and fro, if only to have a few more minutes with you. This is especially apparent in the mornings when you're getting ready for your day. He'll trail after you while you make breakfast, shower, get dressed... Everything, just for the few extra seconds of attention it gains him. And if he gets a few kisses along the way, then he certainly won't complain.

-If you're going somewhere, Cole will always offer to tag along. Going to the grocery store? He'll come with you to carry your bags. Going to work? He'll walk you there. Can't be too careful, now can we? Going to see a friend? Well... why would you do that when you could be here with him?

-tldr this man doesnt understand the concept of personal space nor time

-He's not super into gift giving, but he's hardly against it.

-Cole likes to get you presents more than he likes to receive them. All he desires is your time and attention (all of it).

-Shockingly good at getting you gifts. Almost suspiciously so...

-You know that weird phenomenon when you start wanting something and then suddenly you start seeing ads everywhere for that thing? Yeah, that's kind of what receiving gifts from Cole is like.

-You'll get something from him before you even know you wanted it.

-It's not like he stalks you when you aren't together and watches your every move and notices when your eyes linger on things when you're shopping or snooping through your phone when you leave the room to see if you've searched for anything recently haha totally not.....

-He loves the look of surprise that passes over your face when you open gifts lovingly wrapped by him.

-While it's not his preference, he loves receiving gifts from you, especially if there's no particular reason for it. Makes his heart squeeze painfully to know that you think of him when he's not around enough to buy him things. Perhaps you think about him as much as he thinks about you...? (impossible)

-Couldn't care less what the actual gift is. For Cole, it really is the thought that counts.

-Goes nuts over acts of service. You'll never have to lift a finger around him.

-Cole could wait on you hand and foot for the rest of his life and be content. Treats you like royalty. A prince/ss and their lowly servant... Born to fulfill your every whim.

-Loves to dote on you. Please let him dote on you. Even the most minor of things will be done in a flash if you want... Or the most major of things.

-Will do absolutely anything for you. No questions asked.

-He rather enjoys household chores, actually. Cleaning sort of comes naturally to him. If you live together, expect Cole to keep the house spotless. Just don't think too hard about how many surfaces/materials he knows how to clean blood out of...

-Additionally, he loves to cook for you. Cole would hardly describe himself as a health nut, but he is very mindful. He likes to be in charge of your meals to ensure you're eating properly and being healthy. King of making you eat all your vegetables.

-He's lowkey a pushover when it comes to you though so he'll do or make whatever you want anyways <3

#merry christmas you filthy animals #cole blush blush #cole blush blush x reader #cole bb #bb #blush blush game #blush blush #ozzy writing #blush blush cole

[the-honey-dukes]

My Hobbies include reading, writing and doing neither of those things.

#ozzie talks #writing #writer problems #booklr #bookworm #books and reading #studyblr

[morganski-19]

Steve doesn't really have any issues with his neighbors. None of them are that loud at night or like to throw parties, so everything else he can kind of deal with. He's met a few of them and they seem great, but he wouldn't consider any of them friends.

There's one neighbor though he's never met, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know him. It's the one who lives across from him. From what Steve can hear from the hall, the guy works nights and sleeps most of the day. After sometimes lighting a joint that can make the hallway smell like weed for a little while, but Steve could care less about that.

He sometimes hears music pouring out of the apartment and singing when he's out in the hallway. Hard not to when the walls are so thin, but it's never when he's asleep, and honestly it's kind of nice. He thinks the guy's pretty good honestly and wonders if he's in a band or just keeps it all in his apartment.

The one thing he definitely knows about this guy who lives across from him though, is that he has a cat. A very vocal one. Every morning when he comes home from work, Steve will hear the door open and the cat will meow, loud. Only to be followed by "Well hello to you too, Ozzy," or something of the sort.

It's funny really, a little routine. It's every time, every single morning, sometimes even at night too. And when Steve's in the hall, sometimes the cat will be meowing for a while and then he hears a very grumpy voice tell Ozzy that he will be fed soon.

Today is the same. The guy comes home, says hello to his cat, and the door shuts. Only this time, Steve keeps hearing the meowing. It takes a few minutes, but then he hears the guy frantically calling out for his cat, and the cat calling back to him hopelessly. It has to have gotten into the hall.

Steve opens his door to find the cat, Ozzy, pacing in front of the door, meowing its head off while the guy is rooting around in his house. He walks over and knocks on the door, planning on leaving after doing so. But then the cat starts to purr and rub against his legs, so he just stands there and lets it happen.

The door opens and Steve's greeted by a guy he guesses is around his age with curly hair that meets his shoulders.

"Can I help you?" he asks while the cat meows at Steve's feet. "Holy shit, Ozzy. You little fucker, get inside."

Steve laughs as Ozzy struts back into the apartment while meowing loudly and giving Eddie the stink eye.

"Thank you so much, I didn't see him get out. He didn't, like, scratch you or anything?"

"No, not at all. Does he do that?"

Eddie sighs. "Yeah, to new people especially so I'm surprised he didn't do it to you. Guess you won him over. I'm Eddie, by the way." Eddie sticks his hand out and Steve gives it a shake.

"Steve, I live across from you."

"Oh, you just moved in last month. Sorry if I'm loud sometimes, I play guitar in a band so it can get a little loud sometimes."

He shrugs. "I don't mind. I've heard you though, you're good."

"Think so?" Ozzy meows from inside the apartment again. "Jesus Christ you're needy. I will feed you in a second. You should be happy, I'm socializing."

Steve laughs again while the cat responds. "He really seems like he needs food."

"He acts like I've never fed him a day in his life. You can come in if you want, not to be presumptuous or anything. It just might be nice to get to know one of my neighbors, and Ozzy already likes you so there's that."

"Yeah, sure. Why not."

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #neighbors au #meet cute #fanfic prompt #writing prompt #steddie prompt #eddie has a cat named ozzy #and he's loud

[ozarkthedog]

Hey Ozzie, psst it's me ... Andy's slut. Not sure if you'll be inspired but since you write the man so well, could I please get Andy Barber with prompt 97:- “if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

Hope you enjoy this, Christy. I know I sure did. 🥵💙

warnings: 18+ only. minors dni. softdark!Andy. fingering. slight blood mention.

Desperation bubbles in your chest and slowly works its way up your clavicle, threatening to spill at any moment. You’re not allowed to make any noise and already you’d let out two pitiful moans. The shame and embarrassment didn’t help your situation but only added fuel to the flame as Andy slipped another finger inside your drenched core.

“If you interrupt me one more time— so help me god, you won’t be allowed to come for weeks.” He accentuates the threat with a harsh slap to your sticky cunt, making you jolt in his lap. “I fucking mean it.”

Your velvet walls convulse around his thick fingers as he presses and curves them back in just right. Shiny arousal drips down the slice of you and onto his obscenely soaked trousers. Despite his rough treatment, you’ve never been more turned on.

A rumble of dark laughter runs up your back and ghosts over your collarbone. “You really don’t want to test me, Honey.”

Andy scrapes his beard on your cheek and spreads your legs wider with his own causing the tendons in your thighs to ache tremendously. “I just want to see how good you can be for me.”

He cruelly focuses on that spongy spot that always makes you see stars and instantly, you start twitching and writhing in his hold. Strong, suit covered arms encase you to him even tighter and make it so hard to breathe. 

Your lungs burn and your ribs throb but still you hold the desperate wanton mewls at bay. Your limbs jerk when Andy lays his thumb on the crux of your clit and draws tight circles around the bundles of nerves. You bite your lip so hard you taste faint traces of copper. 

You shake your head from side to side, willing away the moans that want to escape as he flicks your tiny nub over and over. Your cunt quivers under his experienced fingers with every shove of his wrist as he forces you closer and closer to the edge.

Frantic hands fly to Andy’s wrists as a sharp wave of pleasure shoots up your spine. Soundless moans turn into anxious puffs of air as they push from your nose. 

Just as you’re about to hit your crest, Andy shoves two fingers from his free hand into your mouth. Your eyes bulge as he presses down on your tongue effectively trapping you in his wicked game. You knew there was no possible way of coming without making noise now and Andy knew it. He planned this all along.

“You should know better, Honey. I always play to win.” Andy grunts vilely as your vulgar screams fill the room.

#andy barber #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #chris evans #ozzie writes

[quotelr]

Out of everything I've lost, I miss my mind the most!

Ozzy Osbourne

#Ozzy Osbourne #quotelr #everything # mind # miss # most # Funny #quotes #literature #life quotes #author quotes #prose #lit #spilled ink #writers on tumblr #writing inspiration #poets on tumblr

[morganbritton132]

I was just reading some of your older posts and I was thinking what Joan got her self stuck in a cabinet or room what would happen would Ozzie would help her out

 

I can see her getting herself stuck places a lot when she was still a kitten.

She was small, underfed, and underweight. I can totally see her crawling into a cabinet and not be heavy enough to get the door open again.

It was not that Ozzy did not like her or that he has ever not liked her. When she was brought into the house, he felt the same about her as he did about Eddie. They were fine, but they weren’t Ozzy’s concern.

He’s a professional with a full-time job and a charge that ignores the warning signs of impending seizures. He has other things to worry about than some ruffian that the loud one brought in off the street. So when Joan crawled into the medicine cabinet and Steve closed it without realizing it, Ozzy was fit to just leave her there.

She’d figure her way out of there eventually.

But she doesn’t.

Eddie is in his studio, which Ozzy was learning was soundproof, and Steve was in bed with a migraine, so it was up to Ozzy to quell the loud mewling coming from the ensuite bathroom before it bothered Steve.

One of the first things Eddie and Steve did when they got Ozzy was change the knobs on their doors and drawers so they’re easier to open for him, so getting Joan out is not a problem. He opens the door and she darts out.

Showing her how to open the doors and cabinets takes time. She does not have Ozzy’s training, but he teaches her as best he can with the intention that she will help Steve, or at least, not bother him.

A side effect of these skills that Joan eventually learns is that she uses them for mischief. She is no longer a kitten and she can get drawers open herself now. Sometimes, she’ll be curled up around the soup cans in the kitchen and will come busting out of the cabinet when she hears someone in the room – cabinet door slamming back into the wall, cans rattling, scaring the absolute hell out of whoever is there.

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie exclaims, but it is not Jesus Christ. It is Joan and she wants a treat.

#I cannot expres the absolute joy I felt writing that last paragraph #it’s so fucking dumb and I love it #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson #Joan the disservice cat #Ozzy the service dog

[nyxofdemons]

this was going to be like a mile long essay but i just realized the most concise way to say it is that "it feels like a retcon that blitz has been so resentful and hostile towards fizz all this time since he was supposed to feel guilty" is simply not a good criticism when we have been shown, time and time again, that blitz's number one defense mechanism when he feels guilty or judged or attacked is to lash out, to deflect and ignore all his responsibility, and to shift the blame to someone else. that's like. his defining character flaw

#- and that's WHY it was such a major THING for his arc!! that he apologized to fizz and accepted responsibility for what he did!!! #like. the fact that he said; EXPLICITLY; the words 'you're right; it was all my fault; i should have done better; i am so sorry' IS #SO BIG!!!! LIKE THAT IS SUCH A HUGE THING FOR HIM!!!!! #mine #helluva boss #blitzo helluva boss #helluva boss blitzo #blitz #e: oops #analysis #also its entirely reasonable that blitz would have gone spiraling down the thought process that maybe fizz always hated him if he could #blame him so easily when fizz was probably the one blitz was MOST counting on to hear him out #and the fact that fizz went on and got SUPER famous and successful after he was no longer performing with blitz - who i'm SURE had #only been given more and more shit for not being as good as fizz as they got older (by his dad and by himself) - he probably assumed fizz #blamed him for that too - holding fizz back with his own poor performance #which is why his insults towards fizz had always been 'overrated sellout' and insisting he slept his way to the top with ozzie. #he'd tear down fizz's quality as a performer because BLITZ feels insecure about his OWN quality as a performer #these tags have gotten so fucking long but that's the gist of the essay i was gonna write about this fjfdjjfghf #MEDIA ANALYSIS IS MY PASSION

[wheels-of-despair]

happy six month-aversary! 🖤

Eddie & 🐈‍⬛

"Dinner's here," you announce as you enter the Munson Castle, tossing the pizza box on the tiny table so you can get your shoes off.

Eddie's laid back on the sofa, his socked feet crossed on the coffee table. He's wearing plaid boxers and a faded black t-shirt with holes in it. He's got his arm wrapped around a box of cereal, and a full mouth that would make a chipmunk proud. He waves in lieu of spewing more crumbs down his front. A wise choice.

God, you love him.

"Your familiar's outside," you tease, taking off your jacket.

He finally finishes chewing his mouthful of cereal, swallows, and asks, "that bad-ass black cat that all the kids are scared of?"

You pick up the pizza box and bring it to the sofa.

"Nope, the little raccoon that keeps getting into everybody's trash."

A Froot Loop hits you in the chest, then bounces back onto the sofa.

Of course your feral raccoon of a boyfriend picks it up and eats it.

wheels-of-despair's six-month fic-iversary emoji-bration

#six months of despair #writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #i'm sorry it's short #but this was the hardest emoji i got #i've been thinking about it all day #because i fucking hate cats #i know how weird it is to be the lone hater on the cat lady site #and that it's widely accepted that eddie would totally fall in love with a black cat and name it ozzy #but that's a big hairy nope and a sneeze from me guys XD

[sincerelystesichorus]

fizzarozzie memes/moodboard for my one shot <3

After being kidnapped alongside his former-bestie-then-lifelong-enemy-then-recent-hero-now-newly-rekindled-sort-of-friend, Blitz, and then quitting Mammon’s bullshit management arrangement, Fizzarolli has been having a strange relationship with control.

Luckily, he can always leave it to Asmodeus to help him through it, in ways one could expect only from the King of Lust and a tune-up session gone blissfully awry.

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4.5k words. Hurt/Comfort. Insecure Fizzie and Soft Ozzie. Disability discussions. Them getting freaky (daddy & size kink, BDSM, etc.) Set loosely after after the mid-season Mammon Musical Special.

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Definitely hope to write more of these two in the future <3

#helluva boss #helluvaboss #helluva boss memes #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss asmodues #fizzarolli #asmodeus #ozzie #fizzarozzie #fizzmodeus #fanfiction #helluva boss fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 writer #my writing #qb #qb writes