#things that make me wish i had a time machine

[mariekanker]

im sooo smart i couldnt find the blank template but i have now but its fine . classic deviantart meme font.

explaining my self under the cut (EGGHEAD SPOILERS INCLUDED)

Favorite character: Franky, Robin and Usopp. Franky is my favorite but Robin and Usopp are the best characters. For Franky it's mostly that I like weird guys in hawaiin shirts and I also like inventor/engineer characters and he's both which is not fair to my psyche. And a lot of the shit he makes is so silly all those extra vehicles in the sunny all have to be cartoon animal themed and that's so cute. Silly guy making his silly machines, aww aww. I like Robin because she's a little weird a little offputting. Wish they went way further with that but I still enjoy that element of her character. And that she's the designated smart one but not in a killjoy way, and it's so sweet seeing her find happiness over time. I like that Usopp is the straight man or everyman type guy of the crew, and how most times the thing he chooses to do is the most "yeah i would have done that in this situation". I like that at no point he suddenly overnight becomes some brave boy and is a shounen anime badass now, but instead he's anxious about everything but pulls through regardless. He could have quit back in water 7 but he didn't !! New world scary as hell but he's still here having not given up or died !! There's something i really appreciate about having a character who isn't a badass or anything like that succeed too because its harder for him. And I lovee a good usopp fight, his fighting style is so fun and the usopp vs perona fight is one of my favorite of the whole series. I think it's fun that he was able to work around his fear of close combat by getting experimental. And of course the whole thing with how they make a point in Enies that Usopp doesn't have to be insanely capable and competant to have value and have his friends love him and i think that's nice. Everybody's valued on the crew even if their unique skills are more "niche" or whatever. :] .

Liked by everyone but me: Sabo. I think I would have liked him a lot more if he wasn't introduced immediately after Ace died as Luffy's secret brother he also has (anime adaptation is way worse for this because they can't even hide that Sabo didn't die !! It's so obvious !!) I know they have a whole passing the torch thing going on and the fire fruit thing is very cute but i feel it kind of takes away from the impact of ace dying to give luffy a different fire brother yknow ? either way though, he has the personality of a slice of white bread like i really dont find him endearing at all, all i get out of him is he's kind of fun to draw i like pulling a brightheart warrior cats fan design on him. as far as i can tell most OP fandom people generally like him i never see sabo slander LOL but that's just me

Didn't like at first: Orochi. Choosing him more out of what I felt was appropriate given some characters i.e. franky are clearly supposed to start off on a bad note then be likable later. Orochi never gets redeemed or even becomes particularly silly and charming in the ways many other villains do. Him being an over the top piece of shit who was also scared of everything then had beef with Kaido just appealed to me idk lol plus all the stuff with how he's doing all this out of some kind of paranoia/trauma response and like yeah fuck sure i'll take that some kind of a reason over nothing at all. he's a little like arlong if arlong was like really really lame. i think it's funny he fake dies like twice + his actual(?) death scene is honestly pretty badass that was a good ass scene. one of my more favorite villains tbh and he pleasantly surprised me because i really assumed he was just going to be another comically evil annoying lame guy in a different coat of paint. think again it's annoying lame guy but a little better.

Would like to know more about: Crocodile, Pudding, Kiwi, and Mozu. Honestly there's like 27 characters I could put here. Crocodile stands out to me because of the implied trans thing mostly but regardless, I am curious about his relationship with Robin and his run in with Whitebeard and the thing with going out of his way to stick his neck out for Luffy in Marineford. <- that was probably just Crocodile being grateful luffy busted him out of impel down and not wanting to say it, but i like to think there's some kind of "luffy reminds crocodile of himself when he was younger" type deal because yea croc wanted to be pirate king before whitebeard shat all over him, yeah? yeah i wanna know this guy's deal. and yeah what were the circumstances of him and Iva's initial meeting? Out of everyone I chose he's probably the mostly likely to get some kind of detailed backstory and such. I assume Pudding is probably going to be very relevant eventually what with the opening of the third eye or whatever the fuck. Excited as the prospect of more Pudding, really hope we do not get another hancock situation where her entire character devolves into being really obsessed with a guy. Low expectations for this one I just hope she gets things to do that uh . don't suck lol. i really like her a lot. I think I kind of already explained Kiwi & Mozu yeah, in general more of anything on Franky Family would be nice. I know they're not important like Croc + Pudding but I hope they at least get some silly mini story shit. Filler ep where Franky reminisces on franky family . i will take antyhing.

Least favorite character: Orlumbus. don't like the columbus cameo. that's it, this one isn't deep, the fact he's a character at all is just dumb to me. i do rank him lower than villains or intentionally annoying charatcers because at least characters like Spamdam you're clearly supposed to want him dead so he's doing his job as a character.

Like the design, dislike the character: Zeo. Wasn't huge on the new fishman pirates in general. Would have to reread Fishman Island to elaborate better. Zeo's design is badass though.

Like the character, dislike the design: Usopp. Looks like a caricature

Same personality: Usopp and Pudding. Only 2 I could think of that have made me think yeah, they're just like me for real on a regular basis.

Favorite ship: Going Merry. I love that the Merry is just the silly little boat that could held together by duck tape and how comically smaller she is compared to marine ships, really bringing together this idea that the straw hats are just some scrappy weirdos who have no business being alive this long- Oh. Oh that kind of ship. Okay. Frobin is like the most . Sounds like a pairing that would actually happen, makes sense for how I understand these characters to be, etc. I'm not in the camp of believing they're end game or canonically secretly in love, you just don't have to like . Conveniently forget things about either character to force it into making some kind of sense. More importantly though, I think it's fun how they're counterparts to each other. Robin is history/nature themed, Franky is futuristic/technology themed, but both are connected through the pluton thing. They're both "keys to the ancient weapon" but instead of being destructive evil characters they're more interested in building the other up. Something like that. And it's a weird girl + silly guy dynamic and I like these kinds of "met you in the worst situation but we made it out together and are now both enjoying ourselves" relationships. If I was spamdam bringing robin and franky together for my evil scheme only for them to not only both escape but end up on the same crew and become very close I would have to quit my job out of embarrassment.

Least favorite ship:Crocodile x Buggy.I don't care for most hate love type dynamics anyways but particularly don't enjoy this one because seeing Buggy in this toxic yaoi with my boss type situation doesn't appeal to me at all. (Obviously not the worst OP pairing in the world, just as far as pairings I actually see with my eyes every now and again I don't really care for this one)

Would befriend irl: Kokoro. I just like her. I would listen to her talk for a long time about whatever the hell.

Would not befriend irl: Sanji. I mean like more than half of all OP characters are people i would not stand but I have a dunking on Sanji quota to achieve.

#fandom opinion meme #id in alt

[thatfaerieprincess]

if one more well meaning relative asks me if i have done any drawing recently i will start screaming and flip a table 🤪🙃

#it's not their fault!! it's not!!! I'm known for being The One Who Draws #they usually get updates from my parents sending out pictures of things I drew for assignments for school for years!! they haven't gotten #anything new in a long time!! #it's not their fault to ask hey have u been making anything new?? #but also if one more person asks I'll literally go fucking nuts I will start screaming crying throwing up #I will begin tearing myself limb from limb #especially if it's my grandma who I see literally every week and she in fact knows I have not been drawing #it's worse when she asks bc then it's also with that quiet pity of someone who assumes I probably haven't but hopes that I have #ANYWAY SORRY I JUST HAD TO PUT THIS SOMEWHERE #I'm doing my best and I'm not in a great space and I'm trying real hard to try and figure out who the fuck I am when my entire life isn't #Completeing Assignments #bc since middle school I have been nothing much outside of a Complete Assignments Machine #and I've found ways to bring my humor and my creativity and things I enjoy INTO Completeing Assignments #but I've somehow then learned I can ONLY do these things if they're for Completeing Assignments #and now I have graduated college and I'm trying to get a fucking job and move somewhere new and my life isn't Completeing Assignments anymor #and I haven't relearned how to have creative fun ideas outside of the assignments framework #but I want to get there again #but I need everyone to stop asking me if I have made any art recently #bc I think for a while the answer is going to be no and if it's not no it's gonna be yes but I'll have made something so fucking weird #you're going to wish I had said no and not explained that I was building a dead rat puppet #im a rambling sam

[savage-rhi]

✨️Magenta🔥

#looking at the mental health and therapy positions open in my area #therapists are leaving left and right that a clinic i used to work at that treated me like utter shit is almost offering 140k in salary #to keep folks retained #i remember just a few years ago the max a therapist made there was 75k #seeing other places too where its like 67 to 85 an hr with sign on bonuses upward to 5k #its not a good sign professionals are leaving in droves #but damn it do i wish i had my license already so i could hop on and not live in poverty for a hot minute #im not fooling myself based on how inflation and the economy is running if you make over 100k its gonna be like making less than 45k #cause we getting gutted #but still god damn it #i got 2 and a half more years to go #fuck if i made that much right now i could get out of debt and spend a good chunk on people that need it #cause i don't need much else to keep my ass happy #this is the little flag that gives me hope #I'll be able to make a living doing something i love and helping people and getting my damn fucking bread #if i could make a living full time writing tho that would be fucking amazing #same thing with my voice over stuff too #god theres so much i aspire to do i got the ambition for it alright #but i got the disability that makes me take ten steps back and i live in a capitalistic hellscape that wants me tired and exhausted to where #i can't accomplish anything else but keeping the machine going #i feel like my writing sucks lately thats probably just burnout but god damn #this got bleak #k magenta can go fuck itself lets reword this jay #you're gonna get your license you're gonna have SOME FUCKING STABILITY you're gonna help people you're gonna be content and #you're gonna get your mother fucking bread that you've been promised #magenta mother fuckers magenta

[twicecut]

oh my stars wait also. diego's stutter when he realizes he's lost grace???

diego loves his android mom SO much. SOOO much.

he'll 1v1 anyone who treats her like anything less than a living, loving, existing person who was just as much a victim of reginald hargreeves' abuse as anyone else.

#i kinda wish they'd spent more time on diego wrestling with feelings of seeing the sparrow universe grace. and like. #how the sparrows treat her like a machine. how she's obviously not getting maintenance. how her sentience has been either stripped from her #OR the robot parts of her are just malfunctioning so much that she can't really escape and act on that sentience (if that makes sense?) #like oh what a horrific thing that would be. sentient but unable to control your body? your programming? bc ur robot body is breaking down? #it's not really clear to me which grace is in that universe since the kugelblitz kind of... drove her insane? which implies she #had gained some sentience? enough to defy her programming like that? albeit in a very scary way?? #i just. i wish. diego had been given the opportunity to sit with her in some capacity. #it isn't HIS mom but it's a version of her and i think... man i just think diego has not had any time to grieve. #he couldn't grieve patch he couldn't grieve grace... reg wouldn't even let them grieve ben or five. #and all that comes bubbling back up in the form of anger with no real direction and lots of guilt bc diego WANTS to save people. #he has to bc otherwise he feels he has no purpose or worth. and it drives me crazy. i want to shake him until he understands. #sigh sigh sigh anyway. rip diego. perhaps unpopular but you were completely bastardized after s2 and canon has done you so dirty. #diego deserves to grieve a little. #out of knives [ooc];

[happiestoflandfills]

Not exactly trying to complain when I say this but does anyone else feel like the art style has lost its charm? Not going to lie I'm extremely burnt out from the band after being involved in the fandom for the entirety of phase 5 so it might be because of that but after being subjected to the phase 2 music videos at the concert for the first time since 2017 those feelings have intensified for me. Overall I enjoyed phase 5 and I liked the touches they put into the video for humility like the sun shining through 2D’s roller skates and the orange from the basketball reflecting on Ace’s face but the magic of it all just wasn’t there to me I guess? I don’t really know how exactly to convey it but there’s a certain kind of unexplainable feeling that accompanies the phase 3 and older videos that I feel isn’t there either at all or as intensely in the videos of phase 4 and onward. I’m by no means saying that they’re bad or anything but after taking off the rose colored glasses I had on until recently I’m noticing a (in my own opinion) large contrast in the art, especially with the expressiveness and how it feels kind of lackluster. I also vaguely remember seeing something that stated Jamie said he was bored of doing art for the band in an interview?? This got kind of long and maybe a bit ranty but it's late and I'm tired so yeah take this how you will

#gorillaz #i started feeling this way after phase 5 ended and song machine began #I think them making murdoc a fucking radioactive green color triggered these feelings but I'm not sure honestly #like that really irks me for some reason #I personally wish the artstyle had just stayed as it was from phase 2/3 but I'm also just some old ass fuck who believes in older phase(1/2) #(2/2) supremacy so don't mind me too much I guess #also I got into the band in late 2017 so the whole ace thing where they did absolutely nothing with him was the first time I got to (1/2) #(2/2) experience The Disappointment™ even though I understand it was completely out of their control #I don't know man I'm tired and I've also got this big ass AU that has yet to see the world too and it exhausting to think about all this #trashmin post

[arthur-r]

!!!!

#i emailed them when i woke up pretty much and then i was distracted and busy but they got back to me!! #basically i emailed asking if i could conduct email interviews with any interested staff members #where i could learn about what they did for college what they do on a typical day and stuff like that!! #cause im still trying really hard to figure out what kind of degree i want to be a museum person #and like. if i get a masters in public history and library science would it actually apply to somewhere like mia? #and what kind of job within a museum would best fit my personal skills and limitations and just. stuff like that #and they emailed me back which is great #anyway hi world it’s been a minute i’ve been sequestering myself inside of my mind and disintegrating on the daily #because my dad is terrible at single parenting and my mom is missing in action (she’s on a planned trip don’t worry) but im not good at #taking care of myself my dad thinks cooking is womens work (unless it’s grilling which he has loads of books on and sometimes does) and i #don’t care enough about my own well being to make myself food half the time. so i just haven’t been eating haven’t been getting out of bed #but as of today i just had a shower i have laundry in the laundry machine things are looking up a little #and my sisters murder mystery party is later today i have to dress up as a victorian lady named starr dangerfield #im going to wear my own clothes mostly so there shouldn’t be too much dysphoria. but i will be putting my hair in tiny pigtails #which is something i did every day when i was a cisgender high school freshman. my current hair is like my old pigtails hair but just erase #the pigtail part from existence. like the reason i always had those pigtails was so that most of my hair would be what im actually #comfortable with which is what i have now. but even my short hair is still capable of the smallest little pigtails. and thats what i will do #idk i might be able to get by having my regular hair. that would be very much preferable #my sister is going to give me some crazy dramatic makeup though too. wish me luck :( #oh but the cool thing about starr dangerfield is that she’s the curator of the carnivals wax museum!! which. i don’t like wax figures but #as evidenced by the email exchange that’s going on right now i do love museums and curating so!! that’s good stuff #anyway i have to go see if my laundry is moveable. but just. yeah. mini life update #me. my post. mine. #delete later

[skullchicken]

Things I wish I had read in "beginner" sewing tutorials/people had told me before I started getting into sewing

You have to hem *everything* eventually. Hemming isn't optional. (If you don't hem your cloth, it will start to fray. There are exceptions to this, like felt, but most cloth will.)

The type of cloth you choose for your project matters very much. Your clothing won't "fall right" if it's not the kind of stretchy/heavy/stiff as the one the tutorial assumes you will use.

Some types of cloth are very chill about fraying, some are very much not. Linen doesn't really give a fuck as long as you don't, like, throw it into the washing machine unhemmed (see below), whereas brocade yearns for entropy so, so much.

On that note: if you get new cloth: 1. hem its borders (or use a ripple stitch) 2. throw it in the washing machine on the setting that you plan to wash it going forward 3. iron it. You'll regret it, if you don't do it. If you don't hem, it'll thread. If you don't wash beforehand, the finished piece might warp in the first wash. If you don't iron it, it won't be nice and flat and all of your measuring and sewing will be off.

Sewing's first virtue is diligence, followed closely by patience. Measure three times before cutting. Check the symmetry every once in a while. If you can't concentrate anymore, stop. Yes, even if you're almost done.

The order in which you sew your garment's parts matters very much. Stick to the plan, but think ahead.

You'll probably be fine if you sew something on wrong - you can undo it with a seam ripper (get a seam ripper, they're cheap!)

You can use chalk to draw and write on the cloth.

Pick something made out of rectangles for your first project.

I recommend making something out of linen as a beginner project. It's nearly indestructible, barely threads and folds very neatly.

Collars are going to suck.

The sewing machine can't hurt you (probably). There is a guard for a reason and while the needle is very scary at first, if you do it right, your hands will be away from it at least 5 cm at any given time. Also the spoils of learning machine sewing are not to be underestimated. You will be SO fast.

I believe that's all - feel free to add unto it.

#sewing #diy

[creepy-scrawl]

I CANT W THIS!!! MY MIL IS SUPER IGNORANT ABOUT POLITICS AND WHENEVER I QUESTION HER LIKE "YOU THINK THAT'S RIGHT? THAT THE GOVERNMENT HAS A GRIP ON YOUR HUMAN RIGHTS?" AND SHES FUCKING FURIOUS AND STARTED YELLING AT MY GF WTF

#like i appreciate her sometimes... just sometimes... i dont want to sound like one of those edgy political cartoons #her ignorance goes in hand w her lack of self awareness and this goes with why shes so fucking aggressive #always talking about everyone elses back and omfg always making herself the victim #like yesterday she was fucking complaining about how dirty the house is and how much does my gf do not cooperate #as if she (my gf) wasnt busy working.. and i was like ok what can i do? that eont piss this lady even more #bc mind you. the last time i clean this jouse she got mad bc it was not made in the right order...like bitchI KNOWHOWTOCLEANA FUCKINGHOUSE #like professionally and you dont wven bother to clean the table after every meal... so ok ok #i grab the broom and shes there standing besides me while whinnying <i have felt sooo tired and my skin is kind of itchy and loook! this is #bc i was loading the washing machine.. i am oh so hopeless bc that is a really big task for me and i believe the drtergant is making sick😭> #I fucking cleanned the whole fucking house and the only thing she did in that time she was only whinnying!! AND DUDEEE #when i finished she was like <thank you soo much i wish i had a daughter like you😭😭😭> and went directly to her bedroom to sleep... #AFTER DOING NOTHING ALL DAY #bitch is only on tiktok into the right wing pipeline and omfg #my gf just told me whenever she approached me just to ignore her orz #i just want to take her away from that woman tbqh

[be-good-to-bugs]

im switching bedrooms tomorrow im so excited!!!

#the bin #ill have drawers to hold my stuff #unfortunately i wont have a surface to use my sewing machine on yet. i wanna sew stuff very badly now that i have fabric n stuff #i will probably just move the living room table into my room for a time so i can start sewing some stuff #i do need to get an iron. i keep forgetting that all my sewing stuff besides the machine is all still in ohio #i got new fabric and scissors and stuff but my iron and ironing board and pins and a ton of fabric and stuff i dont have #i hope i get my stuff back. i dont even know what kind of state its in at this point. my sister was living in the room and totally trashed #it so im worried a lot of my stuff might be ruined. and if not because of that then it could of gotten moldy too. idk #i wish i had the money to go taake a trip there but alas. my sisters new car costs way more for gas so #i think im gonna start pushing her to figure out how much we would need for the trip and how long so i can save up that amount #i really need to go there and get all my stuff. i try not to think about it but it stresses me out so fucking much #it sucks that i didnt get time to move properly. just got thrown into moving with very little notice #part of me regrets it a lot but i didnt really have another choice. well. i hope good things will come eventually. #well. ill probably try to saw something soon. i wanna try making a skirt. i hate elastic so im gonna make it a tie skirt #i have one i really like so im just gonna make a lattern from it. idk if the fabric i have will look pretty for it tho

[valeskafics]

"The One" - Feyd Rautha x Atreides!Reader

a/n: so this is kinda me combining an idea i had with two anon requests oop-

Summary: Centuries of the Bene Gesserit's machinations lead to the union of Feyd Rautha and yourself, the daughter of Lady Jessica and Duke Leto.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, breeding kink, semi public sex, fingering, size kink, tummy bulge, creampie, p in v sex, unprotected sex, feyd rautha has black cum pass it on, overstim

Word Count: 2,500

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dune characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

From the moment you walk off of your father’s ship, arm in arm with your brother, Feyd Rautha cannot tear his eyes from you. You seem hesitant, unsure as you set foot on Giedi Prime, looking around as if you expect something horrible to happen. You cling to your brother, who seems to be assuring you that everything is alright. It’s equal parts amusing and adorable, Feyd thinks. As his uncle shakes hands, albeit reluctantly, with your father, you meet his gaze for a brief moment. You look almost like a little bunny caught in a snare. You seem as though you wish to look away, look at anything but him, but his gaze holds you captive. You move closer to Paul, brows pinched together. Feyd’s eyes travel up and down your figure without shame, lingering on the hint of cleavage visible in the gown you’ve arrived in. He smirks slightly, tongue moving over his teeth like a wolf getting ready to launch itself at its prey. 

Before long, Baron Harkonnen and your father declare that they need to discuss important matters, leaving Feyd alone with you and Paul for the moment. You turn to your brother, about to speak, but Duke Leto summons him as well. Feyd watches as the two of you exchange a look, watches you staring after your brother as he leaves, seeming like such a helpless little thing. He walks close to you, his gait slow and purposeful, before standing immediately before you, his form dwarfing yours.

Then you speak, a sweet, gentle voice. One that shouldn’t surprise him, coming from an adorable thing like you.

“Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha,” you say hesitantly, attempting to make conversation, “They say you’re a great warrior.”

Feyd nods, stepping even closer, biting back a chuckle at the way you hold your head high and show no fear despite your hands trembling. He circles around you like a predator, and it amuses him that you take care not to leave yourself exposed, never having your back to him, always having your gaze trained on him. Your parents have taught you well, it would seem.

“Are you scared of me, Lady Atreides?” He questions, his voice a low rasp.

‘No.”

“No? You seem terrified. Your hands are trembling, my lady.”

You inhale sharply, and Feyd admires the rise and fall of your chest as you do before you change the subject, “Giedi Prime is lovely. You must have fond memories here.”

“My memories of this place are quite pleasant. Though I spent more time on Arrakis,” his lips curl into a smile, “Perhaps you will help give me some memories that I can hold onto.”

The way you purse your lips slightly as you attempt to hide your displeasure, mumbling, “Indeed,” nearly has the man laughing aloud.

“I have a question for you, my lady,” Feyd says, his hand moving to your chin, gripping it between his thumb and forefinger, “Do you know what it is your father is discussing with my uncle?”

You frown slightly before admitting, “No. I do not. Do you?”

“I know everything that goes on here…” He trails off, giving you a knowing smile, one that borders on condescending, “It’s a very, very important matter.”

Before you can say anything, Feyd hears Lady Jessica calling out to you, watches as you excuse yourself, unable to help from casting a glance at him over your shoulder as you leave. All Feyd can think about is dragging you behind the nearest pillar, ripping that gown from your body, and seeing you completely bare before him.

All in good time.

Feyd’s gaze remains trained on you all through dinner. He watches as you sip at your wine, speaking to your brother. Duke Leto, Lady Jessica, and Baron Harkonnen talk to each other in low, hushed tones. You do your best to keep from looking at Feyd, but it amuses him to no end when you glance at him for a moment, only to see him already staring at you. You quickly avert your gaze, and he relishes in the fact that he’s put you ill at ease. Feyd continues watching you, admiring you unabashedly as he sips at his own drink, waiting for the inevitable announcement.

He knows it’s time when your father stands up, alongside Baron Harkonnen, declaring that the houses of Atreides and Harkonnen, long separated by animosity, will be joined in marriage. Feyd stares at you, watching your entire body stiffen as you realize what is going on. He sees you grip Paul’s hand so tight that he wonders if the younger man’s circulation has yet been cut off.

“I am honored that you have deemed me a suitable prospect to marry your beautiful daughter, Duke Leto.”

“Father…” You turn to Duke Leto, “You cannot be serious. An arranged marriage? This is archaic!”

“I don’t see a problem with arranged marriages.”

Feyd can barely hide the grin on his face when you give him a withering glare, “Forgive me, my lord, but I don’t believe I was addressing you.”

Oh, so you have a bit of bite to you. Feyd likes that. He likes that very much. If he was interested in you before, it has certainly grown to the point of obsession now.

“No, you weren’t addressing me, but I do believe that your soon to be husband has a say in this matter.”

Before you can say anything, Lady Jessica begins to speak, explaining that the Bene Gesserit have been weaving bloodlines for centuries in the hopes of producing the Kwisatz Haderach, that the final piece to the puzzle is your union with Feyd. 

That your child will be the one.

You stare at her incredulously, “So I’m meant to be some kind of broodmare? Sold off to our house’s greatest enemy? This is ridiculous. I refuse.”

Feyd takes another sip of his drink, watching as you storm out of the hall before following after you, despite Lady Jessica suggesting he give you time to absorb this no doubt shocking news. It takes Feyd little time to find you, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you flush up against him. You glare up at him, eyes narrowed.

“Let go.”

“Why should I? I’m your future husband, after all.”

“Future husband? Over my dead body. Let me be perfectly clear,” Feyd’s amusement only grows as you glower up at him, declaring boldly, your chin jutting out in defiance, “I don’t care that our child is meant to be the Kwisatz Haderach. I don’t care that this is the endgame of some Bene Gesserit scheme. I will not marry you.”

You wrench yourself away from him and Feyd’s gaze follows you, never once letting you out of his sights.

A spark has been ignited between the two of you, and he’ll see to it that it grows into a burning flame.

You do your best to avoid Feyd in the days leading up to the wedding. He catches glimpses of you here and there, and each time you seem to dislike him more than the last. It gives him a thrill he cannot describe, and he knows that when he finally breaks you, gets you to admit your desire for him, it will be all the sweeter. He finds it difficult to concentrate, even while training, on anything other than the fact that knowing he will soon have you in his bed, waiting for him night after night.

The day of the wedding, you say your vows through gritted teeth, refusing to meet his gaze. It’s adorable, really, the way you think you can continue to resist. The kiss the two of you share is relatively chaste, but something about the way Feyd’s gaze lingers on your lips makes you think that there are darker intentions behind his actions. You pull away from him as quickly as possible, the two of you making your way to your seats at the head of the banquet table, the wedding reception beginning.

“You know, you might as well not try to resist the pull you feel towards me. You’ll soon be carrying my child, after all.” You stiffen with anger at his words, your hands clenched into fists. Feyd decides to speak again, leaning in close, his breath hot against your skin as he murmurs, “Just imagine how it will be once the ceremony is over and we retire to our room where I’ll spend the entire night claiming you as my wife.” You gasp slightly as he grabs your jaw, turning you to face him, a dirty smirk spreading across his lips, “Such a beauty my little wife is.”

You shiver slightly as his thumb traces your lower lip, pressing down slightly before allowing it to puff out again. Feyd looks into your eyes, leaning close. Your gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips for a brief moment. And he knows. 

Feyd knows you want him.

Before you can utter a single word, he crushes his lips to yours, surprising you with his intensity. But you make no move to pull away. Feyd can’t help but feel vindicated as he kisses you, a hungry kiss that borders almost on violence with its intensity. When he finally breaks apart from you for air, your lips are swollen and you have a look in your eyes that he hasn’t quite seen from you before.

A look of desire.

Feyd grabs your hand, marching the two of you over to a nearby pillar, just out of sight of the wedding feast. And he’s pleasantly taken by surprise when he kisses you and you match his intensity, his hunger with your own. Feyd lifts you up slightly, pinning you against the wall, hands hooking under your thighs to hold you up while your arms wrap around his neck. His tongue snakes its way between your lips, massaging your own as he squeezes at your flesh, stroking you over the fabric of your underwear. He chuckles to himself, feeling how quickly your body responds to his touch, the way your arousal soaks his fingers as he pumps them steadily in and out of your needy cunt.

“For someone who seemed to despise me so much, you seem to enjoy my touch.”

You ignore the snide remark, pulling him into another kiss, moaning against his lips as he continues moving his fingers in and out of you, your walls squeezing around the digits, oversensitized from your last climax and yet longing for more. You lose track of how many times Feyd makes you come around his fingers, and you realize, when he undoes his pants to free his cock, why he was doing so. He was preparing you. Your eyes grow wide at the sight of his sheer size, long and thick, weeping at the tip. Though you feel that throbbing between your thighs at the sight of it, you absently wonder to yourself how it’s going to fit inside you.

You realize you’ve voiced your thoughts aloud when Feyd’s fingers thread through your hair, tugging just enough to make you whine as he hisses, “Don’t worry, wife. I’ll make it fit.”

He sheathes himself inside you with one thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden intrusion makes you let out a choked gasp, but it isn’t one of pain. You cling to Feyd as he pins you to the pillar, his body holding you up as he ruts against you. You can hardly catch your breath, helpless to do anything but let your head loll back against the stone behind you and let Feyd continue his onslaught of pleasure. He fucks into you like a crazed man, the intensity in his eyes being almost unbearable to meet. But the moment you try to turn away, he jerks your head back toward him, a silent demand for you to look him in the eyes as he fucks you.

Your cunt spasms around him, and he feels you soak his cock with the evidence of your arousal. But he isn’t anywhere near done with you. Overstimulated, you let out a whine as he pulls out of you and sets you on the ground, only to spin you around, his front to your back, lifting your wedding dress as he continues pounding into you, his balls slapping against your ass, the noise echoing so loud that you’re sure someone is bound to hear. 

Feyd growls into your ear, “You feel so fucking perfect around me. So tight. Going to fill you up with my cum. Drag you back to the feast with it dripping from that pretty little cunt. And when your belly starts to grow, everyone will know it was Feyd Rautha who fucked his heir into you. The One.”

One of his hands holds your wrists together while the other presses down against your stomach, over the fabric of your dress. You let out a mewl of satisfaction, glancing downward and seeing how he’s pressing against the bulge of his cock in your lower abdomen. You can feel his thrusts begin to slow, his hand moving to circle your clit, pinching slightly at the sensitive bundle of nerves as he spills himself inside you. You reach your own peak moments later, milking his cock for every bit of his seed with a cry of his name.

Feyd catches you as you fall back against him, smirking at something you can’t quite see. Though when he takes your arm, there’s a tender edge to his actions. One that you hope you’ll get to see more often as his wife.

When you return to the wedding feast, you’re greeted by whispers and knowing looks. Unsure of what’s going on, you turn to your family. Your father looks abjectly horrified while your mother looks quite pleased. Paul looks like he’s on the verge of bursting into laughter. You shoot your brother a questioning look. He leans in, barely able to hold himself back from snickering.

“Did you know, little sister… The Harkonnen are known for certain… Things of theirs to be black?”

“Their clothes?”

Paul now dissolves into full-bodied laughter at your clueless response, “No. But, your dress is certainly black now.”

The implication of what he’s said hits you. And you realize that when Feyd declared you’d return to feast with his cum dripping from you and that everyone would know that he had claimed you, he meant it.

Harkonnen seed is black.

You turn to look at him, seeing him biting back a smirk as he sips his wine, his hand resting on your thigh, moving dangerously close to your core. You look around, seeing the pitying gazes of some of the ladies present at the feast.

But why should they pity you?

You’re quite pleased with your current situation. You have a husband who knows how to make your body sing with pleasure and it will be your womb that brings forth the Kwisatz Haderach.

Truly, these women ought to envy you.

#feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha x you #feyd rautha harkonnen x reader #feyd rautha harkonnen x you #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #dune x reader #dune x you #feyd x reader #feyd x you #feyd oneshot #my writing

[feistyfreaks]

the physical - miguel o’hara

pairings ❀ ⋮ doctor!miguel x shyf!reader

₊❏❜ content ⋮ dubcon/cnc, d/s dynamics // doctor taking advantage of their patient, nipple play & nipple stimulation, blue balls, soft dom, sweet tempered mig, vag fingering, squirting, ehh aftercare ?? porn with a taboo subject. slight dirty talk, nicknames, n somewhat begging.

note ⋮ sorta got lazy w this lmfao, this is one of so many drafts i have lingering around in my pile.

not proofread !

✧*･ﾟ

there you were, anxiously fidgeting around with your fingers. waiting patiently to be called on.. and you mean very patient.

what?

you wanted them to take their time so you wouldn’t have to walk into the examination room. this was going to be your first physical and you were really nervous. and it showed when the heel of your foot intensely bounced rhythmically off the floor.

“y/n” the nurse called out as your anxiety heightened. you smiled awkwardly standing up, lowering your head as you walked past the other patients and into a small room.

“i’ll just take your blood pressure real quick~” the nurse hummed, grabbing the small machine and undoing the velcro as she wrapped it around the fat of your arm.

with a faint click the cuff began to tighten, cutting off your blood flow for a moment. your arm became numb and tingly as you a felt short pulse on it — and with a whoosh, the cuff finally released you.

“excellent! now just change into this robe — make sure to be completely naked under it, and the doctor should be in pretty soon.” the nurse said. “you look nervous is it your first time?” the nurse asked.

“yeahh..”

“don’t worry he won’t bite.” the lady playfully rolled her eyes, flashing you a reassuring smile as she elbowed you.

“he?” you blurted out, eyes widening.

“i know it may seem weird, but he’s a gentlemen.” the lady added, seeing your expression she tried consoling it.

but that only caused you to worry more.

“it’ll go well don’t worry!” she said, heading out her way she waved at you and wished you good luck.

you stood there processing the whole thing and imagining all the possibilities of embarrassment you’re going to have to go through. you slowly exhaled. “oh my gosh, fuck me for coming here.” you whined to yourself as you moved on to removing your layers of clothing - you took your shirt off and unclasped your bra, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding it down your thighs along with your panties. you then reached for the robe and wrapped it around your naked body. you folded your clothes neatly into a stack as you placed it on a small desk besides you.

you then sat atop the table, waiting patiently.

just then a audible knock fulfilled your ears as your head perked up to meet eyes with a males.

your heart stopped beating for a second.

oh shit.

this guy was so fine he could literally be on a magazine cover.

you couldn’t help but wonder if this man was single or if he had a very lucky girlfriend.

“how’s your morning going, love?” the man asked, casually calling you a nickname that made you stop in your tracks and turn red.

“good.”

you began pinching yourself as you slightly pouted. ‘fuck fuck fuck’

“did you eat any breakfast?” he asked, giving the hint of wanting to start a conversation.

“nothing, really.” you lied, faking a smile. “me too, i was in a rush so i just decided to chew on some gum for the moment.” he grinned, clicking his pen as he picked up your files, tapping it on his desk tidying up all those loose sheets of paper into a neat stack.

“oh.”

what a plain response.

“well then, let’s begin shall we?” he proposed with a smile as you nodded.

“alright—first and foremost, i’m going to listen to your heartbeat.“ he said, stepping closer to you as he gently pushed down the robe and pressed the stethoscope to the center of your chest.

“breathe in~”

you inhaled and held your breath, all while his eyes ogled yours.

“breathe out~”

“again, breathe in..”

“and breathe out~”

“are you nervous?” he asked, raising a brow.

‘kill me’

“..no”

“really?”

“..yes”

“honey, you’re a very bad liar.” he chuckled as you felt yourself heat up.

“take a deep breath.” he smiled. “your heart rate is a little rapid, which may be due to your adrenaline rush — but it’s totally normal since most find it awkward being around the opposite sex during this exam.” he reassured, “it’s nothing new dear.”

“right.” you awkwardly laughed, nodding your head in agreement as you looked away.

“i get if you may feel weird, i’ll try my best to make you feel welcomed.” he smiled.

“thank you, i appreciate it.”

and you really did appreciated it. you knew what he was trying to do. you’ve been observing it — and this proved your point. he was trying to make you comfortable in the short amount of time you two had together.

“well, i’m now going to move on to examine your hair and mouth.” he chimed, slipping on some blue gloves as the rubber snapped to each of his wrists.

his fingers cordially ran through your luscious hair, mindfully massaging small circles on each of your temples. “que bella.” he commented, making you smile, “thank you.”

he then moved on to cup your face conscientiously, gently tilting your head to the side as he brushed your hair behind your ear. he couldn’t help but scrutinize your unique features.

“you’re really pretty.” he added, making your smile widen even more. “thank you,” you replied, “i’d say the same about you.” you wanted to return the compliment but the words slipped out of your mouth, giving him the idea you found him attractive.

“really? i’m quite old so it’s nice to know the good looks still haven’t wore off yet.” he laughed.

“oh, how old are you?” you asked curiously perking your head to the side.

“how old do i look? be brutally honest, no offense taken.”

you squinted your eyes, now it was your turn to examine his features.

his dark hair was neatly slicked back, no grey hair to hint his age nor any visible wrinkles—rather his bronzed skin looked flawless, and his lips weren’t even chapped. neither did they look cracked or dry, they looked soft, plump and rich. his outfit was nicely chosen and put together. he looked formal and neat..and hot. he stood around six foot with an attractive physique.

“twenty seven?” you guessed wildly, “wow that really boosts my ego, i’m in my early thirties.” he chuckled, flashing you a smile that made your heart throb.

there’s no way he could’ve been older than thirty. “you’re being for real?” you snorted before you abrupt into a contagious laughter.

“no like actually, i am. but thank you love, that definitely made my day.” he thanked with a tender warm smile that made your heart clench and swing your legs like a teenage girl in love.

“okay, cariño. let’s check your mouth now, yea? ahh — ” he demonstrated sticking out his tongue as he pointed to his mouth.

“aaahh.”

“good girl.”

his thumb pressed on your chin, adjusting his glasses to further inspect you as his eyes squinted.

god he was so close to you, his warm breath smelled like the mint flavored gum he was chewing on ~ and oh his cologne. it smelled so good, and so manly it had you swooning.

he carefully placed a popsicle stick on the flat of your tongue, slightly pushing it down and past your throat making you gag.

“that remind you of anything?” he grinned, raising a brow and he couldn’t help but smirk at your confused expression.

“wh-hat?” you choked out, curling your hand into a fist as you hit your chest in attempts to calm down your choke.

“nothing dear,” he cleared his throat with a smug smile, continuing to chew on his gum as if nothing happened.

you didn’t get it.

he finished writing something on his notepad as he clicked his pen, satisfied.

“mkay i’m going to ask you a few simple questions..” he went on, “first question, how often do you exercise?”

“two to four times a week.”

“excellent. are you feeling any abnormal pain or discomfort, if so where do you feel the pain or discomfort?”

“no, and no where.”

“any use of drugs, alcohol anything particularly?”

“nope.”

“are you sexually active?”

“..no..”

“are you practicing safe sex?”

you looked up at him, “..no?”

that sounded as if you were questioning yourself.

“when was the last time you’ve been penetrated?”

you fell silent..hoping he’d get the message. but he didn’t seem to read your expression like you anticipated to.

“i’m a virgin.”

“oh..”

“okay.” he raised his brows trying to not give you the impression he was surprised by your answer. like look at you, you looked so gorgeous sitting there all flustered.

he glanced down adjusting his glasses again as he scribbled something down on his note pad before turning back to you.

“just need you to lay down for me and put your feet on the stirrups.” he smiled as you followed the given instructions, leaning backwards until your back hit the cold leather as he helped you put your feet in and onto the stirrups, lacing them secure.

“scoot closer,”

you propped your elbows on the table, scooting your bum closer.

“more..”

you scooted further, just inches away from his pelvis, yet that still wasn’t enough - “just a little more..”

gosh. how close did he want you to be? you scooted just a teeny tiny bit more.

he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to his likings, your pelvises were so close it was centimeters away from one another’s. but to make matters worse he decided to close the gap — your groin making contact with his as your breath hitched in your throat.

your robe rose up, feeling his bulge brush against your pantie-less cunt as he took a step back. he definitely felt that. clearing his throat, he looked away pretending he didn’t see anything.

you pulled your robe down in embarrassment, blood rushing to your cheeks.

“my bad,” he coughed, “just wanted to make sure you were close enough.” he reasoned.

“anyways, i need to examine your breasts so if you mind..” he expressed, signaling you to pull your robe down from the shoulders.

you took a deep breath, breaking eye contact you slowly started to undo the knot but were too embarrassed to completely pull it off your breasts — so he did it for you.

his ginormous hand skimmed past your breast before taking a handful in his palm, fondling and squishing it as if it were some stress toy.

he continued to chew on the gum expressionless whilst thumbing your sensitive nipple making you bite your lip. with his pointer finger and thumb he rolled the bud in between the pads of his fingers before slightly tugging at it.

you let out a gasp, and he raised a brow.

oh, weren’t you sensitive?

he decided to tease you more.. twisting the bead in his finger pads and tugging at it again.. and again and again. you didn’t notice you were squirming the whole time, your brows were knitted together and you didn’t even realize you were letting out soft moans. once you finally had the confidence to meet his stare he tugged on your poor nipple harder causing you to let out a loud whimper that made you bite your tongue. and before letting go, he decided to give you one last harsh squeeze.

by the end of his little examination he knew he had left you hot and bothered.

he wanted to continue toying with you, those cute little sounds you were making made his dick twitch in his pants.

“all normal and healthy.” he muttered lowly, eyes darkening with a hidden arousal.

opening a drawer he reached for a weird looking contraption as he dug further, pulling out a small liquidy tube.

“i’m now going to need a quick sample of your mucus, it’s to test for any infections.” he explained, “f-y-i it’s gonna hurt, but don’t worry i’ll make it as quick as possible.” he added, “by the way this is a speculum and it’ll y’know go inside—you get the idea.“

you nodded awkwardly as he stepped forward yet again. “may i?”

you nodded slightly embarrassed as you gave him consent, he slowly pushed your robe, displaying your bare cunt.

his thumb swiped against your naked mound, uncapping the bottle you felt a cold liquid pour onto your warmth, making you gasp. your lower body writhed, bucking at the feeling.

“sorry i should’ve warmed it up for you darling.” he cooed, his snug palm rested on your pubic bone to warm it up, lathering the lubricant all over you. and when you were ready he slowly slid the speculum inside, opening the blades you let out a strained groan. it revealed your insides and the back of your cervix.

bloody hell did it sting — the cool breeze was a weird sensation. but boy have you never felt so exposed before. a small cotton swab gently swiped on the inside of your inner wall causing you to let out another painful hiss.

“all done” he murmured, putting the cotton swab into a small ziploc bag and into a envelope. closing the contraption and slowly pulling it out of you, you let out a sigh of relief. “feelin’ okay?” he asked, caressing your arm.

“i-i’m fine” you sighed shakily.

“if you say so” he smiled, checking off something in his notepad before beginning once again, “last but not least i’ll be checking for any tenderness, growths and any tumors inside you. so while i’m at it try to think of something hot and exciting — being naturally turned on helps with getting better results.” he suggested, making some shit up.

you blinked, “..i don’t know what to think about though”

“think about me fucking you or something” he scoffed, blurting out something so taboo it made you blush.

“w-what?”

“i’m kidding” he laughed, “i mean.. unless you’re actually into that type of stuff” he cleared his throat, searching for any visible reaction on your face from the corner of his eye.

“n-no, no not at all — that’s wrong, very wrong.” you reasoned, trying to prove your innocence. “you’re nervous” he pointed out. “am not!”

“oh really? your body language is telling me a whole different story” he smiled, “no need to be ashamed about your fantasies”

“i-i’m not ashamed!” you snapped back,“so sensitive..” he chuckled, as you realized your back felt hot and all sweaty.

oh boy did he know how to rile you up.

‘he was only playing.’ you reminded yourself, slowly exhaling.

“let’s get started shall we?” he voiced teasingly - his hand trailed down your abdomen as his finger pads ghosted over your soft skin sensually hovering over your entrance. his touch sent butterflies to abrupt in your tummy, and that’s when you shut your lids tight feeling his digits slip past your folds ever so smoothly. like a dip in warm honey, a slight whimper escaped your lips from the ecstatic feeling.

his thumb crept up to add pressure to your clit, experimentally toying with you. but he wasted no time in setting a steady pace as his experienced fingers lewdly slid in and out of you. you moaned softly, aroused with the excitement exploding through your body.

he began searching for anything abnormal - but of course he put more effort into finding your gspot.

you couldn’t help but yelp once his finger tips curled upwards.

bingo.

it didn’t take him to long to find that sweet gummy spot he’d been looking for as he was already familiar with the female anatomy. your thighs twitched and clamped around his hand as he purposely began to brush up against your sweet spot — aiming his fingertips against that certain nerve making you moan loudly.

he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

your mouth hung open, your eyes searched for his as they twinkled with lust. “feels good doesn’t it?” he asked, breaking through your pleasure. “fuck please” you breathed out.

“hm please what mami?” he praised as his fingers continued their assault on your sobbing cunt, fucking into you in all the right places.

you curiously looked downwards as the visual stimulation sent pleasurable shocks throughout your body.

his other hand came to slap your clit making you jump,

“answer me.”

you opened your mouth but the only thing that came out was a whine.

“i know you aren’t that fucked out, answer me nena.”

“please wanna cum —!” you whined pathetically, shutting your eyes harshly.

that’s when you felt your orgasm approaching, your fingers wrapped around his thick wrist in attempts to stop him before you shattered into pieces.

“is that so baby? wanna cum on your doctors fingers hm?” he teased with that cocky grin of his. the thought of your doctor fingering you so lewdly made your pussy throb.

an intense sensation formed in the pit of your stomach as it slowly began unraveling, but before you could even hit that euphoric bliss he slipped his fingers out with a smug grin, a groan tearing from you throat.

he tore off the blue latex gloves in one swift movement, his fingers teased your slit, obscenely spreading them out as he spat at your clit, the saliva running down and coating your contrasting hole before slipping his ring and middle finger back into your glistening cunt.

the new sensation of his textured finger pads caused a shiver to run down your spine. the feeling of the warm texture rubbing on your bare velvety walls felt so good it had you bucking into his palm.

“such a fucking tight pussy” he growled, his thumb roughly rubbing circles on your sensitive pearl. colorful pigmented dots formed in your eyesight like a static tv before your eyes began rolling back.

you moaned loudly, his fingers skillfully fucking you roughly as your back arched off the leather seat. your pussy clenched around his fingers as he bumped into your gspot again, n again, n again.

and before you knew it you were a whining mess, squirting everywhere and ruining his clothes.

it atleast took you a minute or two to recover, and when you snapped back into reality you found your doctor calmly cleaning you up.

“oh my—“

“i don’t think i’ve ever seen anyone come as hard just from fingering.” he chuckled, “what a show baby, you were so responsive.”

“you’re all healthy dear, come back in a year or so — that was just the beginning.”

part two.

#feistyfreaks #miguel o’hara smut #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara spiderverse #kinktober #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel fanfiction

[vanillaberrychills]

cw: agegap, fem college student! reader x older dilf(?)! König. jus some kissies looll // this might be a series lowkey

part 1. || part 2. || part 3.

— "I'm cheating on you."

The words blared through König's ear, it was surprising, how unaffected he was.  Everything his life had lead up to until now, some how surrounded her.  Marriage, moving to a small town, a son, the neighborhood cookouts.  Twenty years later and König has turned forty; nothing's really changed from the bland and tasteless life porridge he made.

"Are you even listening?" Her rasp was filled with exhaustion and curiousity, begging to paint him as the one to call it off.  Her brow covered in this nervous layer of sweat.

"...Ja." König's voice was low rasp, his hand stopped scrubbing the dishes, dropping the sponge and letting the suds rinse off.  The deafening silence that followed the sink turning off created small seeds of dread in his stomach.  His brows furrowed a bit and he looked up at his wife.

Her expression was somehow equally regretful. Not in her words, but their marriage.  So König spoke first, "We can divorce if you want to."

This was it, that sliver of freedom, a moment to change something.  A moment to do what he wanted.  His eyes trailed away from her gaze, waiting for his words to sink, and then back to her.  When he made eye contact he saw exactly what he had anticipated; relief.  She was relieved that she didn't have to be this monster who called off their marriage, relieved she could go tell the younger guy she was fucking that she was single now.

From then on, things changed rapidly.  König was the one to leave, he never even liked that shitty small town, only going because it was a safe option.  A prenup had been signed years ago, so it wasn't like either of them really lost anything.  And to him, he felt relieved of the small rock pile of burdens he kept picking up.  He was now free.

Or so he wished.

König had immediately taken up nice apartment in the city, somewhere more comfortable and chaotic for his tastes.  He enjoyed it, everyone was equally just as much of an asshole as he was.  No need to pretend to be neighborly anymore.

Not only that, but he had also gone back to work.  Nothing special, mostly training recruits, something to take up time and blow off steam while he contemplated his next course of actions.  Something that bewildered him was how many people tried to "support" him. 

Was this something he was really supposed to be sad about? Should he feel sad about being free? About being guilty?  König did have a son, who was a bit of a lazy asshole; but still, there was no emotional attachment there either.

Even before, when he had begun dating his wife; there was nothing there in his body that felt the typical, tingly love sensations.  Rather, he felt nothing.  Maybe slight guilt if anything, guilt that she didn't make him complete.  A word even he didn't fully understand.

Until today.

"What the fuck do you mean you let someone use the same washing machine as me?" The Laundromat.  Somehow it had chosen to be König's worst enemy today.  The employee somehow incompetent enough to simply let people share washing machines, which now left König's pristine white shirts in a light shade of pink.

The employee just gave a blank stare, seeming to consider a response or an apology that could fix this fuck up, and yet they both doubted there was any.  "I could..give you a refund?"

König inhaled sharply, his social skills were shit.  Severely damaged from joining the military at such a young age, rather than finding the correct responses to properly deal with the situation in a mature manner.  He contemplated strangling him from across the counter.

"Oh wow," A soft, feminine voice spoke out from behind König, it absolutely shrank his rage into something smaller, and much more compliant.  The sound of heels clacking on the floor seemed to blare over the loud machines.  A cute, manicured set of nails scratching gently against the counter, reaching out to grab his stained shirt. 

And god, he felt like he was going to puke.  In front of him was a college girl, adorned in pink, white, and pastel colored clothes frillied with ribbons and pretty bows.  Something he would never see in that small town he lived in his wife, never with the strong headed military women he had worked with and respected for years.  Just a bratty-looking young adult with a comforting voice.

You.

You who made every action feel like a deliberate call to the male gaze, this playful, glossy smirk across your lips as you lifted the shirt up and grinned, "Ya know, I think I can get this stain out!"

There it was, though his glare never changed, his heart pounded.  He grinded his teeth to bite back this animalistic sensation in his body.  His first thoughts a consistent stream of swears and flashes of of your cute lacy clothes.  How could you just be so bold with what you wore? Smiling at him like that?

After a moment, he realized he had to respond, so he forced put a gruff reply, "Then do it."

You simply giggled, "Can't."

The teasing smirk in your gaze, staring up at him as if he weren't several spaces higher than you.

"Why?"

"Just can't, only have the stuff to fix it at my place.  If you want to come, I'll fix it." Such a coy thing you were, a little fox, eyeing him up and down carefully, far from innocent you were. 

And theres no way It could've been that easy for you to lure him in your trap. Yet here you both were, in your apartment, you humming softly in the other room, fixing his shirt.  His cold eyes scanning the room, trying to get a whiff of who you really were.

Girly shit everywhere, make-up, furniture, cat throw pillows.  He shifted uncomfortably on the couch. He felt totally out of his element, he felt old. You were the drastic difference he had never once encountered, a modern phone with a cute case, different from his shitty flip phone.

So well groomed and somehow cutely organized, which was different from his gruff and stern appearance. Didn't give a shit what he looked like as long as his stubble didnt give him issues at work. Scars jagged all over his jaw and brows, a permanent frown on his face.

"Like my stuff?" Your soft voice chimed from directly behind him, interrupting his trail of thoughts.  König's eyes widened and he glanced back and up at where you stood.  Leaned forward against the back of the couch with a small smirk.

"It's.. immature." Was all König could rasp out.  Fuck, his social anxiety would be the death of him with a little monster like you around.

Just as he anticipated, you picked up on his nervousness, leaning slightly toward him, "Thought you liked immature."

The dots finally fell into place for König, he stared up at your somehow menacing figure, the hyper feminine outfit you wore, cute nails, how could this be scarier than the soldiers he used to kill daily? Because he wanted you. It felt dirty, never having seen himself staring down a girl this much younger than him.

"Liebling, you're not very smart are you?" Rather than taking offense you giggled a bit, making his eyes narrow, "I don't like stupid little girls."

"But you'll like me." König onsidered your instant response, and you continued to try and sway him with filthy words, "let me borrow your cock."

"No." He growled lowly, grabbing you by your jaw roughly.  You didn't even flinch, all you wanted was him to be rough with you; for him to put you in your place.  To toy with you like the big man he was.  And König only wanted to wipe that smug, bratty smirk off your face.  "Stick out your tongue, schatz"

You obeyed immediately, eyes slightly shutting as your rabbit pink tongue stuck out.  König taking the opportunity to pull you close with a rough tug, suckling on the warm muscle. 

Your knees felt a bit weak at his overwhelming warmth, breath hitching slightly. It was honestly surprising, how quickly he violated your mouth, the way you tried to tug away and catch a breath, only earning a growl and a tug to put you back where you belonged, in his mouth.  Your face flushed even, when he finally released you, a string of saliva between your lips. With quiet pants you half-liddedly searching for eye contact with him, where he stared you down with this cold eyes.

"Filthy little girl, you just want an older man's cock.  Don't you?" His hand still roughly gripped along your jaw and neck, thumb rubbing your lip gloss smudged bottom lip.  And you could only weakly whimper and nodded. Your cunt clenching on nothing, you wanted his cock so bad.

König chuckled, "That's too bad. Stick out your tongue again, whore."

#konig mw2 #konig cod #konig smut #konig x reader smut #konig x reader #konig call of duty #yandere konig #könig smut #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #könig #cod smut #cod fic #vanillaberrychills❗

[callie-the-creator]

sfw. warnings: obsessive behavior, slight stalking, jealousy, saiki uses his powers for selfish reasons, etc.

author’s note: oh, don’t mind me, just writing some headcanons if saiki was ever a yandere.

• you and saiki first met in chūgakkō, junior high, but he didn’t fall in love with you until a few years later when you two were already in pk academy. maybe it’s all the accidentally bumping into him, dropping your papers and saiki being the one to help you pick them up, making awkward eye contact in class, hanging out with one another outside of school, or touching on the same snack you both are aiming for at either the vending machine or at the store... all the things somehow have you involved these recent days and saiki is less than impressed at first

• saiki has always stated time and time again that he personally does not think he will not fall in love, so he always watches others who are in love and help them if he can, but here he is…completely captivated by you of all people. he didn’t know why though, was the author just really that bored?

• good grief

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• let it be known that he does possess the power to alter your perception of him. saiki could always just make you fall in love with him just like that…but…what’s the fun in that? no, no, he wouldn’t dream of doing that to you

— however, since saiki was born with the uncontrollable ability to read the minds of all living creatures in a multiple-mile radius…he can read your mind, he knows all of your favorite things, what you dislike, your hobbies, and your address. he didn’t mean to at first, but he did find your thoughts and imagination fascinating. he even finds himself listening to you during class like you’re his favorite podcast

• saiki is crazily protective over you.

— there was a time where you nearly got mugged! and when i say ‘nearly’, well, let’s just say you should be grateful saiki was there to protect you. can’t you see that he’ll always be here for you in a time of need? he’ll keep you safe, but only if you see that for yourself…

• saiki doesn’t think he’s the jealous type, but he will stop any other man who has a crush on you by any means necessary by either relentlessly embarrassing them for the rest of the day or wiping you from their memory because only saiki can have you. no one else. he doesn’t care how many people he has to make forget you to become your boyfriend

• what’s that? you wish it was a sunny day in japan instead of a rainy one? don’t you worry about a thing! saiki will handle that for you!

• stalking you is almost child’s play to saiki since he has so many powers to ensure you don’t spot him — shapeshifting, teleportation, you name it! but this is a good thing because you don’t have to worry about him being an aggressive type of yandere

— if he is following behind you when you’re walking home, i do think saiki would change to his female self, so you would be less scared

• once the author made you bring coffee jelly to school and willingly give it up to saiki after seeing him light up at the sight of it, saiki knew that he just had to marry you

• he could, quite literally, turn the world upside down for you if it meant that you’ll be with him.

#saiki k #saiki no psi nan #kusuo saiki #ao3 saiki #saiki x reader #saiki k x reader #saiki k x y/n #saiki k imagines #saiki kusuo #saiki kusou no psi nan #yandere hcs #yandere boy x reader #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere boy #yandere x you #yandere #anime #manga #yandere headcanons #nendou riki #nendou saiki k #teruhashi kokomi #shun kaidou #yandere saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k. #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #the disasterous life of saiki k #male yandere x reader

[bimbobaggins69]

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⟡𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your roommates come home from their date to find you in a bit of a compromising position…but what really sets them off is the jeweled plug you’re wearing.

⟡𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut ahead, 18+ mdni, steddie established relationship, no use of y/n, just a shit load of nicknames, talks of unrequited love (but it’s not), anal plug, kinda mean!eddie and mean!steve, fingering, unprotected anal sex, unprotected p in v sex, dirty talk, free use sex, the boys using your holes, dp, squirting, cream pie, no plot just porn.

⟡𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I really don’t know where this came from, but I don’t ask questions about the things that inspire me… I took way too much time on this so pls TAKE IT! Also thank you to my babes @xxhellfirebunnyxx & @reidsbtch for beta reading <33

⟡𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.3k

You’re exhausted, you’ve spent the last couple hours stress cleaning your shared apartment while your roommates are on a date. Why were you stressed you ask?

Well, the most problematic reason; the one that made it borderline impossible to focus on anything else was you were just plain fucking horny. You tried your vibrator in between cleaning the bathroom and the kitchen, then right after with the same disappointing results before finally giving up and tidying your bedroom… that was until you came across something you hadn’t seen since you moved into this apartment six months ago—

Your baby blue silicone butt plug, with the pretty heart jewel at the bottom of the base; so naturally in your absolute horny fog, you figure it wouldn’t hurt to put it on and wear it around while you finish cleaning and then hopefully when you’re done, you’ll be more worked up and can finally, finally finish with your vibrator. 

Your roommates said they’d be out pretty much all night, which you figured meant they’d go out to some bar or club and then fuck and nap in the back of Eddie’s van before making their way back home…and if you’re on the topic of complete honesty, they were the main reason for this little dry spell you were having—

Imagine living with the two hottest and sweetest men you’d ever met, but they’re together and have absolutely no room for you no matter how bad you yearn for them. Why would they want you? They have each other and they’re so happy and in love, it makes your insides hurt. Of course you want nothing more then for them to be happy, they both deserve it more than anyone but how do you go on watching the two holders of your heart be happy while you have absolutely nothing to do with it? 

It’s fucking pathetic and you need to get your shit together. 

So to say the least, yes you have been completely and utterly sexually frustrated. I mean hearing them fuck almost every night does nothing to help these  feelings and you haven’t made any efforts to move on, meet new people and possibly start dating. You can’t help but to reprimand yourself when the thought of holding out hope flashes through your mind. There was no hope left, you will never have Eddie and Steve as anything other than friends. And just because they’re bi and are also into women too, doesn't mean you have a shot, no matter how much you wish it did. It’s time to move on. 

Once the blue plug is nestled deep inside of you with the help of copious amounts of lube and deep breathes, you get back to your stress cleaning just to get your mind off of all of your conflicting thoughts but decide to forgo your cotton shorts and panties in the process, keeping the oversized slayer shirt that Eddie had let you borrow, on.

Your last task of the day was to do laundry, you’d do a few loads before getting into bed with your vibrating friend, to finally get off like you’ve been trying to all evening. 

But when you went to get your clothes out of the wash to put into the dryer, a sock that had been way out of reach had you hopping head first into the machine, and before you knew it a piece of your hair was caught in the agitator. Of course, just your luck! 

No matter what you did or how much you pulled, the chunk was lodged in there and was not letting go anytime soon. You wanted to cry, absolutely break down and sob. What were you supposed to do now? Wait for the boys to come home and fish you out as your whole ass is on display? Not to mention the plug you have lodged up there. No no no, you would die from humiliation. So you didn’t give up, you pulled and pulled until eventually your arms and head got tired and you just kinda dangled there, then after a good five minutes you tried again but in your haste and heavy breathing, you didn’t hear the front door open or your name being called. Everything was muffled considering your head was stuck in a damn dryer! 

“What the-” you finally hear from the doorway, making your eyes widen in horror. 

“Do you um- do you need some help, sweetheart?” You can already hear the smug smirk on Eddie’s face without even looking. 

“That would appear so.” You sarcastically quip with a roll of your eyes. 

“Well fuck, I don’t know princess. This is quite the view.” He snickers, and you can feel the way his thigh roughly rubs against your calf. 

“Munson, this is no time for your fucking jokes.” You spit through clenched teeth. “Please. Help. Me.” 

“Babe?!” You hear Eddie call, only assuming he’s calling Steve over to witness the scene or maybe to help him get you out. As humiliated as you are you just want to be free and if Steve has to see you like this in the process, then so be it. 

“Whoa!” Steve says as he enters the laundry room, a low whistle falls from his lips and you don’t know if it’s from the view or the predicament you’ve gotten yourself in. 

“She’s stuck.” Eddie tells his boyfriend and you can still hear the remnants of a smile on his face. 

“Please guys, please get me out of here.” You beg as your lower lip begins to jutt out in a pout. 

“I don’t know Stevie, what do you think? You think we should help her out?” The metalhead chuckles to himself, completely elated with what was happening. 

“Ya’ know, I don’t think we should help her out just yet. She looks so pretty like this.” The former jock confesses, and now you can feel his thigh rub on your other calf. You try your damndest not to clench your holes because it might be obvious with the whole plug in your ass. 

“Guys c'mon, this is so embarrassing. Please?” You whine, but you can’t help but feel yourself start to drip at their taunting.

“Fuck, you have such a pretty ass, baby. I would’ve never guessed that you liked getting it stuffed.” Eddie groans and you have no idea what’s happening, but you’re not mad either. 

“She does, doesn’t she? Can we touch you pretty girl? Promise after we’ll get you out of there.” Steve asks before rubbing what you could only assume was his hard cock against your leg. 

“Yes, please.” You whimper as tears fill your eyes, all you’ve wanted for six long months was to be touched by them. 

You feel a hand press against the plug, pushing it deeper inside of you before your ass is being slapped, a slight sting left in its place. Two fingers glide through your drenched folds, a loud groan being released from one of the boys’ chest. 

“You’re so fucking wet, princess.” Eddie's low timbre has you fighting with yourself to not clench your thighs as Steve’s soft hand inches higher, long fingers gliding up closer towards the plug. 

“Jesus Christ. Wanna take this out and see how you gape for us, pretty girl. Can I?” Steve asks, voice low and deep, creating light shivers to course through your body. 

“Yeah, mhm you can.” You huff out as the washing machine digs into your stomach, not enough to hurt but your breathing is slightly constricted. 

“So fucking desperate for this, arent you baby? Just a little butt slut for us? God, the things I’ve been wanting to do to this ass.” Eddie growls supplying your supple skin with another harsh slap. 

“We can’t hear you little slut!” Steve scolded, grabbing the plug at the base before slowly pulling it out.

“Yes! I’m a desperate little slut! Please!” You gasp as you begin to clench around the plug as it’s being removed from your tight rim. 

“That’s a good girl.” Eddie teases, as he and Steve laugh at your strangled whines.

Once the plug is removed, you hear a slick sound before a pop; the wet tip of a finger rubbing in circles around your sensitive, reddened hole.

A small gape is left in the blue plugs wake along with the lube that now begins to bubble and leak out, the finger continues its soothing circles before its prodding, the tip sinking in without hesitation making you whine louder.

“Oh she’s ready! This little hole is just sucking me in. She Wants to be filled so badly.” You now realize the finger belongs to Eddie as it sinks in even deeper, moans fall from your parted mouth as you writhe in desperation. 

Steve’s fingers begin to prod at your core, completely saturated and dripping down your thighs, they roll over your clit before his fingers begin to slowly enter your pussy. You’re now full as both sets of fingers fuck into you, Steve’s digits curling down hitting that spot a couple inches from your entrance. The position you’re in made it awkward but when his expert fingers found that bundle of nerves hidden in your walls, your holes clenched around both boys and your legs tightened and shook as they dangled, hitting the cold metal of the white washing machine. 

“You gonna cum already?” Steve mocked meanly making Eddie snort out a laugh. Their teasing was pushing you even closer towards the edge and you couldn’t understand why, you’d never been one for mocked comments at the hands of other men you’ve slept with, but coming from Eddie and Steve it made your core blaze hot and your head become spacey, absolutely empty as the pleasure continued to grow. 

“Well cum for us then, baby.” Eddie grits with a hard thrust of his fingers. 

Your moans grow louder, echoed from the metal walls. Your legs shake harder from the force of you keeping them spread, it’s a heavy feat cumming without snapping them shut like you’d usually do when you were alone, before this little dry spell of yours, that is. 

“Such a good little set of holes.” Steve says, a cocky edge to his voice as he removes his fingers along with Eddie. 

You hear the smacking of lips, wishing you could watch them kiss but before you know it you feel hands on you again. 

“I need to get my cock in one of her holes.” Eddie groans as the jingle of a belt buckle being removed hits your ears and before you know it hot, sticky yet incredibly soft skin is being slapped, right over your stretched out hole. 

“Mmm, you ready, pretty baby?” The metalhead asks, thrusting his cock between your cheeks. 

“Please, Eddie!” You cry out with an impatient lilt to your voice, begging him to take you out of your horny misery. 

His tip catches against your rim, sliding in nice and slow as he begins stretching you out far more than the plug and you can’t help but to tighten around him at the unfamiliar girth. 

“Oh my god!” You mewl as he sinks deeper, inch by inch you’re being filled, his length feels like it goes on forever until finally he’s fully seated within you.

Once he’s sure you’ve adjusted to his size, he begins thrusting his hips at an unrelenting pace, causing your toes to curl and your eyes to water, it was so good, it was everything you’ve been wanting. 

Steve leans over the machine, a chuckle erupts from deep in his chest, as he listens to you moan and babble about how good Eddie feels stretching you out. 

“Feels so good doesn't it, baby? Love when Ed’s fucks me too.” He confesses as his hand begins to trail down your back, all the way to where you’re stretched by Eddie, his fingers rubbing over your filled hole and up Eddie’s shaft making you both moan louder. 

“Alright Ed, my turn.” Steve huffs impatiently as his cock begins to grow borderline painful beneath his jeans. 

Eddie begrudgingly pulls out, smearing the lube around his cock and stroking it as he moves out of the way for Steve to have his turn with you. 

“Can I fuck your little pussy, honey?” The pretty boy asks as he grabs your legs, putting his hands under each thigh and raising your lower half higher so your pussy meets his cock at the perfect angle. 

“You can fuck whatever hole you want.” You sob, desperate to feel that fullness again.  

“God, you’re such a fucking slut, just wanna be our little fuck toy, huh filthy girl?” Steve spits before pushing his tip into your dripping cunt, both of you cry out at the sheer pleasure you’re bringing to each other. Steve’s cock sinks deeper and you find yourself grateful he didn’t fuck you in the ass, his cock felt like it was splitting you in half, the most delicious stretch, but you couldn’t say it’d be as delicious had it been your other hole. 

“Steve!” You whimper as your hands wrap around the big hunk of plastic your hair is caught in, trying your best to keep from being pushed further away with Steve’s unforgiving thrusts. The action causes you to almost bump your head on the back wall of the machine, and everytime he pushes you further away a pain shoots through your head as the agitator yanks it back with a strong grip on your strands. It almost feels like Steve has a chunk of your hair, held tight in his hand and now that’s all you can picture, causing you to gush around his cock— the pleasure and pain creating such a ripple effect of mini squirting orgasms that quite literally snuck up on you. Your body shakes as you moan, so sweet and feminine it’s just what Steve loves about fucking women and he has to suddenly pull out of you or run the risk of cumming too early.  

“Did she- holy shit.” Eddie says as he takes one look at Steve's drenched and painfully purple cock. God, he wants to fall to his knees and lick every drop you gave him off, but he can tell Steve is already struggling, he knows that flush faced look, that’s his boy’s cum face. He’s decided he’ll reward him later for his willpower, maybe if they're lucky you’ll both reward Steve.

“Can’t believe she's a squirter, barely even touched her.” Steve scoffs; it’s so far from the truth, but the way he’s talking about you is so filthy and hot that you can’t help but to snap your legs shut and tighten. 

“Uh uh, princess. Open back up for me.” Eddie tuts, while he brings his hands down to grasp at the meat of your thighs pushing them open enough for him to stand between, silver rings digging into your heated skin as he kneads at your flesh.

“How about we get you outta there now, sweetheart? How’s that sound?” The metalhead asks, growing tired of the awkward position, he wanted you where he knew you always belonged, right in between them. 

“Yes, please.” You sigh with relief, as much as you were enjoying this your blood was starting to rush to your head, making you a little light headed.

Steve reaches in first, roughly pulling as he tries to release you from the agitators tight grip. 

“Here let me see.” Eddie says after a few minutes as he grows impatient, just wanting to get his cock back inside you. 

Even after Eddie tries and tries, you finally speak up with a whine of disappointment. 

“There’s scissors in the kitchen drawer, you're just gonna have to cut it.” You huff before your body slips back into a defeated slouch. 

“Are you sure princess?” Eddie asks, you can hear the sympathy in his voice as his head hovers over the washers opening, “well, I don’t think I have many options and I just really need you both to fuck me, so…” you hiss back in one more attempt to yank your hair free, with no luck. 

“Alright I’ll be back in a sec.” Steve says as he jogs out of the laundry room, towards the kitchen. You and Eddie can hear drawers slamming as he looks for the scissors, the metalhead can’t help but to snort at his boyfriends obvious hunger to be back inside of you, he knows cause he feels it too and it’s something they’ve both yearned for, for more than just the six months you’d been living with them. 

It happened when you were just Robin's close friend from work that they would see every other weekend when you’d all go out together; they’d agreed how beautiful, sexy and intoxicating you were, so sweet and bubbly and lively, they had non stop talked about asking if you’d maybe wanna hang out with them and see where things could go, but they didn’t wanna scare you; being in a relationship with two men who are already in a relationship can be a lot for someone, especially if that someone is used to strictly monogamous entanglements. 

Then Robin came to them about you needing a place to stay and when you became their roommate they didn’t want you to feel cornered or like they only let you stay cause they like you, even though as time passed their feelings had grown even stronger, so yeah they couldn’t allow this opportunity to slip through their fingers. 

“Got 'em!” Steve says with excitement as he rushes over to you, “okay, I’m gonna cut closest to the machine so I don’t take too much, just take a deep breath for me, baby.” Steve says, honey dripping from his sweet voice as he talks you through it. 

“Good job, sweet girl. Okay, here I go. You’re doing so good, baby. One more snip and you’re free.” The smooth rasp in his voice makes your heart hammer, feeling it in your ears as you stay as still as possible while he cuts. Once it’s done you’re yanked up from the washing machine, Eddie hands you to Steve and you wrap your legs around his hips as he grabs the plush meat of your exposed ass. 

“Are you okay, baby?” He whispers into your ear as he continues to grab and rub at your soft globes. 

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You murmur back as you place a gentle kiss to his neck, just under his ear. 

“Do you wanna stop and grab a glass of water or get something to eat, princess?” Eddie asks into the side of your neck as he stands behind you. You can feel his hard cock as it rubs against your ass and Steve’s hand. 

“No, what I need is for you both to fuck me, like right now…at the same time.” You whine as you begin to move your hips over the boys' laps, your ass and bare pussy moving back and forth over their obvious hard ons, you almost feel like a cat in heat, purring and moaning as they both kiss on either side of your neck. 

“Okay, fuck, I can’t wait anymore.” Eddie growls as he removes his dripping cock from his jeans, before spitting on his engorged, red tip and smearing it around with his tattooed hand. You jerk slightly when you feel his wet fingers prodding at your puckered hole, spreading the wetness in preparation to take him again. 

“You ready, princess?” He asks as he rubs his tip against his target, the squelch from how wet he’s made your asshole makes your face burn hot. You can’t take much more of his teasing. 

“I’m ready, I’m ready please.” You beg, it comes out breathless as if you’d just gotten the wind knocked out of you. Your desperation so clearly evident to them, that it causes both of their cocks to pulse with need. 

“Okay, we’ve got you baby, gonna make you feel so good.” Steve whispers into the side of your face before leaving a gentle kiss on your jawline that lingers with a tingle when he pulls away.

“Ed’s, hold her legs for me really quick.” Steve mutters before he begins removing himself from the confines of his blue jeans. He gives his aching member a few quick tugs before he’s roughly grabbing you back from Eddie. This time his forearms slide under the backs of your knees, your ass slips down angled perfectly between their needy cocks. Steve’s hold on you tightens as his hands inch behind your back, the perfect position to fuck you on both of their cocks, passing you back and forth like some kinda fucked up game of hot potato. 

Eddie begins to push in first, breaching the snug walls of your previously stretched out hole, how was it so tight again? The metalhead groans once he’s fully seated within your gripping confines, Steve takes it as a signal to begin his work of re stretching your cunt back out to perfectly mold to his size, the perfect little cock sleeve. 

They begin thrusting simultaneously, causing the filthiest “uh!” to slip past your lips as your left hand shoots out to clutch onto Steve's brown locks while the right finds itself gripping the nape of Eddie’s neck. Three sets of glossy lust filled eyes find each other as your opened mouths breathe in each other's moans of ecstasy. 

Eddie’s hands glide down to the globes of your ass, two of his flat palms pull the plump meat of your cheeks apart as his cock drives deeper into your second hole. Tears spring to your eyes as the boys use you for their own pleasure, it’s everything you’ve wanted for so long, you want to live in this moment forever between them as they give you their all. 

The grunts and groans that hit the right side of your neck and the back of your left shoulder have you clenching both holes so hard you can already feel the beginnings of orgasmic bliss on the horizon, the heat in your lower stomach stirs and your legs work so hard not to snap shut as they’re still held wide open by Steve’s forearms; now shaking profusely. 

“Please, please oh my god, I’m gonna— please!” Is all you can reverberate, as the filthy whines and pleads fill the cramped laundry room.

“You gonna cum for us, kitten?” Eddie mumbles into the back of your hair before planting an approving kiss there, as if to say ‘go ahead, you have my permission.’ 

“Yes, yes, yes!” You chant as you clamp down even tighter on them, like a fucking vice grip making them whimper and whine as they both fuck you through it.

“Go ahead kitten, soak our cocks— get us all messy with your sweet girl jizz.” Steve couldn’t help but giggle at his boyfriend's ridiculous words, but he wouldn’t deny sweet girl jizz made his cock twitch in anticipation. 

Eddie and Steve’s thrusts get even more ravenous as wet squelches, skin slapping and your feminine moans echo off of every wall in the apartment. 

“You’re fucking her so good baby. Hear those pretty little noises she’s making for us?” Steve says before bringing his hands to his boyfriends hips and pulling him in even deeper, causing their cocks to rub together through you. 

Your high hit you so hard, your moans and cries were silent as your body jerked, your eyes rolled back and your toes curled; a stream of wetness squirted out and hit Steve’s lower stomach with a splash as the rest covered Steve’s sneakers and Eddie’s boots, both boys groaned as they fucked you hard through your second orgasm.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it baby!” 

“That’s a good girl!” 

Both boys praise you, holding you tighter between them as your body goes lax from such an intense come.

“You okay, sweet girl?” Steve’s nose brushes against yours as his honey eyes study your face with the utmost concern. 

“I’m so good.” You say back with a lazy smirk. 

Their thrusts continue up when they realize you’re okay, now their only thought was hitting their peak; which was closer now after watching you come all over their laps. 

“I’m gonna come, wanna fill you up, please princess?” Eddie whispers in your ear sending a deep pleasurable shiver down your spine.  

“Mhm, want you both to fill my holes.” 

They both lose it at your words, low grunts leaving their lips as their warm come fills you from both angles.

“Oh fuck! That was—” Eddie started, before Steve finished for him with a breathy and fucked out “Wow!” 

They both kiss and hold you before letting your feet hit the cold tiles. Steve grabs a towel and cleans you up with a shy smile on his face, that you couldn’t help but find incredibly cute. 

“How about we finish cleaning up and you go lay down in our bed? We can all cuddle and fall asleep. How’s that sound, kitten?” Eddie suggests.

“That sounds nice.” You say through a yawn. 

Leaving both boys to clean the evidence of what just happened; the scissors and your hair, the wet puddle on the floor and the loose pieces of clothing scattered around. 

Once you were gone Eddie broke the silence—

“Do you think we should ask her tonight or in the morning?” 

“Let her get some sleep and then we can tell her how we feel tomorrow, and she can decide whether she wants to be with us or not.” Steve says as he wipes up your wetness.

“Do you think she’ll want us?” Eddie asks his boyfriend as his brown eyes fill with worry.

“I have a good feeling she does.” 

#— 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 #steddie x y/n #steddie x you #steddie stranger things #steddie x reader smut #steddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut

[damnprecious]

why must grandmas ambush poor unsuspecting people in the laundry room

#noopa rambles #this is the second time a random grandma has ambushed me #the first time I had done literally nothing wrong #but the amount of bitching she did to me was incredible #that time she herself had fucked up and thought I fucked up when it was her mistake #and she didn't even apologize!!! #this time another grandma was doing smt by the washing machine #which made it super awkward for me to get my laundry out #and then I went to hang it up to dry #and then she comes to complain to me about how I didn't wipe the machine clean #and I was just like. dude. I wasn't gonna wipe it when you were literally standing 0.5m from it #I was waiting until she left the frigging room man #I mean I do tend to not do the thing bc idk exactly what the instructions mean #bc they're super vague and they make me go ??? #but why must the grandmas come and complain #I'll give it to this grandma that at least she was somewhat nice about it #and didn't just whine and complain about how All Renters Are Bad #ugggh #sometimes I wish I had my own laundry machine #but the drying room is just so very convenient #and I don't have to listen to the machine run in my tiny flat where I try to also work #so currently a laundry machine isn't on my priority list #I just realized that laundry machine probably isn't the proper term #not my brain translating the finnish pyykkikone literally

[tybaltsjuliet]

here's the thing about charles dickens. [discussion of his antisemitism, misogyny, and racism ahead.]

his last, unfinished novel, the mystery of edwin drood, features helena and neville landless, heroic and sympathetic south asian (sri lankan, specifically) characters, and the racism they endure in an english town is relevant to the plot to the point where neville ends up falsely accused of murder. in the wake of the indian rebellion of 1857, dickens applauded the english brutality against "that oriental race," and called for genocide.

fagin is called "the jew" 274 times in the first half of oliver twist. an article in the jewish chronicle asked why "jews alone should be excluded from the 'sympathizing heart' of this great author and powerful friend of the oppressed." at first, dickens dismissed this, and claimed he was just being accurate about london's criminal makeup. but he was moved enough by eliza davis's letters to him on the matter that he halted the printing of the latter half of oliver twist so he could change the text and remove the antisemitic language therein.

dickens was an abolitionist who despised chattel slavery in the united states, and called emancipation a "moral duty." dickens didn't think black americans were intelligent enough to vote, and he wrote an entire character in bleak house who is a joke to be disliked and mocked because she'd rather oversee charity missions to help children in africa than be a proper mother and tend to her own family at home in england.

speaking of one's own family at home in england, dickens smeared his wife, catherine hogarth, publicly so he could justify separating from her and taking up with a younger woman. catherine hogarth was likely mentally ill, likely living with postpartum depression. she was also an author in her own right and loved her family dearly. her reputation never recovered in her lifetime from the claims he made about her. in dickens's novels, time and time again, from nicholas nickleby to david copperfield to our mutual friend to the mystery of edwin drood, men who menace and take advantage of vulnerable women are portrayed as the worst kind of villains, deserving of whatever grisly ends come to them.

charles dickens was both privately and publicly a raging asshole in many ways and the world would be worse off without him, because he wrote for bourgeois, comfortable victorians, the very people who so often failed to "think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys." in the same breath that he calls agnes fleming, who opens oliver twist as an unwed mother dying in a workhouse, "weak and erring," he dares to add that "i do believe that the shade of that poor girl often hovers about that solemn nook-ay, though it is a church." he calculated jo's death to the page in bleak house for maximum effect. but when he wrote of the orphaned crossing-sweeper, "dead, your majesty. dead, my lords and gentlemen. dead, right reverends and wrong reverends of every order. dead, men and women, born with heavenly compassion in your hearts. and dying thus around us every day," people listened.

i dedicated years of my life to reading him and studying him and thinking about him and writing about him and his novels. now, i turn to condemn him; now, i turn to justify him. i wish i had a time machine so i could shake his hand. i wish i had a time machine so i could publicly debate him. i wish i had a time machine so i could break his nose.

charles dickens gives me courage and hope. charles dickens makes me want to tear my goddamn hair out. he is everything i despise and everything i love about the victorian age in one; the term "a man of his time" ought to have been invented for him. the leaps and bounds the victorians made for progress in the public good are only matched in greatness by the extremity of their atrocities against their "fellow-passengers" on this earth. the way we think about nearly every modern social ill can be traced back to the 19th century; the way we think about nearly every modern idea of social justice can be traced back to the 19th century. every last one is writ large and small in dickens's novels. he and his age are the greatest contradictions in human history and that's why i can't shut up about them, ever, even when i am exhausted by them, even when i am inspired by them, even when it was two centuries ago and it shouldn't matter anymore, but it does. it always will.

#filthy victorians; they made me what i'm made of. #;swan has a word. #;the long nineteenth century. #;they who call the whole world brother.