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igotanidea · 1 year ago

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five more minutes: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

I'm (not) sorry, but that smug face fits right into this fanfiction!!

request/summary: Dick getting clingy when the reader needs to go somewhere

A/N: so, I think I'm back? Two weeks break and I'm getting into the swing of things again, so please go easy on me with this story......

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When she wakes up in the morning something seems off almost instantly.

It only takes a second to realise that said thing took the form of Dick Grayson, her beloved boyfriend, the man by day and the fearless vigilante by night. The protector of Gotham and its people.

Well, if only the people could see him now.

Sleeping in a weird position with the imprint of the pillow on his cheek, messy hair and some dried saliva in the corner of his mouth.

He so cute and adorable like that. Y/N does the quick scan of his face and body in the search for any injuries he might have obtained during the patrol but her heart rests easy when she noticed him being all in one piece with no blood or stiches. Either it was a quiet and peaceful night or he already took care of himself. Her bets are the latter, but since it’s work day she doesn’t really have any time to wait until he wakes up to blame him for not being careful.

As quiet and swift as she can, Y/N tries to move out of bed, but since Dick’s senses are heightened she doesn’t really get far, when his arms wraps around her, keeping her in place.

“Dick……” she mutters

“Mhmmmm……” he mumbles into the pillow

“Come on, I have get up!”

“no you don’t.”

“I gotta get to work!”

“I’m the only work you need……” he grins, still half-asleep, but so full of himself and she almost rolls her eyes at the joke

“God, please stop…. I need to earn money you know? Not all of us have a billionaire daddy!”

“You’re dating the billionaire oldest son, isn’t that enough?”

She wonders for a moment. On a second thought maybe it is. Dick seems to use that heartbeat of hesitation, shifting his body weight on her, pinning her to bed, his eyes still closed, but this little shit knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Dick!” she gasps feeling all those muscles crush her “shit!

“I like it when you call my name in such a desperate words. Do it just one more time and the neighbours will hate you forever.” He chuckles and his makes her skin tingle.

You’re heavy…..” she squirms trying to break free, but it’s no use. “You brought it on yourself….” The girl mutters poking on his ribs in the place where he’s extremely sensitive because of an old injury.

“Hey!” he yells, trying to defend himself and letting go off her in the process.

Y/N is quick to jump out of bed and rush towards her wardrobe, grabbing her jeans and t-shirt and struggling to put them on.

“Not so fast!” Dick tears her clothes from her hands and holds them high out of reach.

“Not fair Grayson!”

“You called me fat.”

“I called you heavy!’

“Same thing!”

“It’s not….. You know what, fine. I’ll just wear something else….” She shrugs and runs towards the drawer, but before she could reach it Dick grabs her from behind and holds her tight to him

“Dick…….” She whines stretching out just to grab something to wear. Anything.

“I know. I’m irresistible.”

“A pain in the ass is what you are!”

“I can make you breakfast….” He tempts

“You’re not Jason, Dick. Making me breakfast means putting cereals In the bowl and poring some milk over it in your dictionary. Cold milk. And that is only if I bought both cereals and milk.”

“did you?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Can’t you see how hard I’m trying? Just for you. Come on, you are like an employee of the month. Or even a year. Stay…..” he kisses her neck playfully “you can call in sick.”

“I used all my sick days because of you.”

“How about casual leave?”

“and what may be the emergency?” she sighs in defeat, her body going limp as she drops the fighting knowing well enough she won’t win it. “Clingy boyfriend?”

“You called me boyfriend!” he grins again and she facepalms herself.

“We’ve been together for a year Dick. Why do you seem surprised?”

“I could never get bored with hearing that word from you. Makes me proud that you’re mine.”

“trying to sweet talk me? Won’t work. By the way, you are soooooo cheesy Grayson.”

“And?” he asks

“ And? What and?” at this point Y/N is confused, her eyebrows furrowing as she turns to meet his gaze

“And you love me?” he insist, spinning her around in his arms so that he can get easy access to her kissable face.

“Yeah…..” she smiles dreamily “yeah, I do love you, you idiot” she trails with a love sick puppy expression. But it doesn’t mean I’m gonna stay and be you babysi…..ah! Put me down!” she yells suddenly feeling her body lift of the ground without her knowledge or will. “Put me down Grayson! What are you……?! Damn it…!”

Dick does not listen or does not get impressed by her poor attempts to break free. He’s Nightwing. He’s got so many ways to immobilise the opponent. Or, in this case, lover.

“Dick I swear I am going to kick your ass if you don’t….!” the threat dies on her lips as he throws her onto the mattress and kisses her softly shutting her up in the process.

“Stay?” he pouts looking at her with those pretty doe eyes “Pretty please?”

“You act like a five year old!”

“A five year old that wants you. A five year old that misses you…”

“I’ll be back, you know……” she brush the strand of hair from his face. She’s already gone but still tries to keep the appearances.

“Yeah, at 6 p.m. or later. It’s almost the time when I get ready for my night shift…… Please…..”he whines nuzzling his nose over her neck “stay…..”

“please…..” she mimics his whining, caressing his cheek “let me go……”

“But I need you…….” He hide his face in her belly and his hair tickle

“Why do you always need me when I am supposed to go to work?’

“It’s a terrible and uncontrollable disease…..” he laughs

“Is there a cure?” she laughs back

“I can think of something….” He closes the gap between them, nibbling on her bottom lip. “and it may be working…. But I;m not sure. Need some more testing” he repeats his action. “Mhm, yes, it’s definitely working… You don’t want me to be sick, do you?”

“Not really. You are whiny and attention seeker when you are sick.”

“I am not!” he shouts in denial “ok, maybe I am. A little. But come on, you can stay some more time with me……”

“How long, dickie?” she smiles at him, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“five more minutes?”

“ok. Five more minutes. She sighs deeply, letting go of any of her objections, letting Dick lay beside her and act like a big spoon, while holding her tight to his chest and caressing her sides and belly.

“You’re not letting me go, are you?” she whispers closing her eyes and getting lost in his touch.

“Never.”

And she’s pretty sure she can live with that.

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werewolf-witchboy · 2 years ago

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Rodrick Heffley X male reader

You and Rodrick are both emo, dumb, and queer. 💀

This is shorter than what I usually post.

Also, for some reason every time I typed "Rodrick" it always autocorrected to "Rodriguez" lmfao. I tried fixing it every time it did that, so hopefully there aren't any leftover "Rodriguez's" that I didn't catch.

You can't help but find it funny that Rodrick's mom busted him for having a porno mag, you teased him about it for weeks.

However, what you've just found in Rodrick's closet was a lot harder to tease him about. You didn't even think you should mention that you found it, you debated on keeping it a secret forever.

Rodrick had asked you to run up to his room to grab another pair of drumsticks for him, which he said was in his closet.

The drumsticks were nowhere to be found, so you had to dig around a little. Instead you found another porno magazine- which wouldn't have even phased you honestly, only what shocked you is that it's a gay porno magazine.

Rodrick was the type to make jokes about himself being into dudes, but you didn't actually think he was. After all, he has been your best friend ever since you moved to Plainview at the beginning of your Freshmen year.

You've both been through so much together; struggling through all 4 years of highschool as the wild emo outcasts, graduating, and forming the Löaded Diaper! You've even come out to him and told him you like guys, so you didn't think he'd keep something like that from you.

Maybe it's not that big of a deal. He probably didn't even know he had a gay porno mag amongst all of his junk. For all you know, it could have been one of yours that you left at his place.

Then again...why would you bring one of your own porno's to someone else's house?

You must have been taking forever getting the drum sticks that you originally came for, because minutes later Rodrick came through the door.

"You find em'? I know my closet is a mess, but-" Rodrick froze when you bravely showcased the magazine instead of a pair of drumsticks.

"Let me guess...this isn't yours?" You teased, mocking what he told his mom about the other magazine.

Rodrick stood up straight and cleared his throat, then strode over to snatch your find away.

"It is mine. Not like you should be surprised."

Well now your brain is malfunctioning.

"Um I am a little surprised, considering my best friend never told me he also likes dudes!" You try not to sound hurt, but it was kind of hard to hide your frustration considering you told him everything.

Rodrick legitimately looked dumbfounded and you tried not to laugh through your pout.

"What do you think I mean whenever I say shit like 'Kellin Quinn is my dream guy' and 'I'd kiss you if you'd let me'?!"

Your eyeliner smudged eyes are probably buldgeing out of your head right now.

"Um...I thought they were jokes?" Even as those words are coming out of your mouth you felt kinda stupid. For as long as you've known Rodrick, he's always said stuff like that.

Anyone also knows that Rodrick is never subtle when it comes to flirting, so you should have probably known that all of the random pickup lines he's used on you were most likely serious.

Rodrick's mouth hung open. "So you're telling me that I've basically just been hitting on a brick wall for 5 years?"

"i'M sOrRy! You know I have low self esteem! Whenever people like me I never notice because I don't think people will ever like me!!" Words all blended together as you spoke in a fast panicked pace.

Rodrick quite literally facepalmed.

You're lucky your obliviousness is cute or else he'd pumble you for talking down about yourself.

"I don't even know what to say right now." Rodrick was lost for words.

You awkwardly fiddled with your fingers, still sitting on the floor of his room in front of the closet. "If it means anything, I've had a crush on you for almost as long as I've known you." You puffed your cheeks out, feeling them becoming warm, probably turning pink.

Rodrick choked on his own spit. "iF IT MEANS ANYTHING TO ME???? HELL YES IT DOES!! How the heck you have a crush on me of all people?!" You looked down at the floor, kinda shocked that he doesn't understand why you'd like him.

"You're literally a hot emo boy who wasn't mean to me when I moved here. I had nothing before I met you, and you took me on so many adventures and showed me so many new things. I'm glad I met you, and it was hard not to fall for you."

It felt like you ranted a little too much, probably spilled a little to much and made yourself seem like a bit of a lonely loser without Rodrick.

You got a little scared when he wasn't saying anything. Your gaze lifted from the floor to meet his calculating expression.

His reply was simply just "can we makeout?"

aNd oF cOuRse yOu sAid yEs, and he tripped over his own shoes when tried to tackle you on the floor. The two of you ended up tangled together in a heated makout session that felt so satisfying after pining over each other for 5 damn years. You're both so stupid I stfg lol.

#diary of a wimpy kid #doawk #rodrick #rodrick heffley #x reader #x male reader #male reader #sfw #mlm #rodrick x reader #rodrick x y/n #rodrick x male reader #rodrick rules

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osachiyo · 1 year ago

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⊹ note. . .stole this idea from my wife's thoughts :( so sorry stinky but it was too hot− you are truly a genius <3 ya'll she did one here so go check hers out as well !!! >:( | no warnings, it's pretty straightfoward− you ride kolya's face with clown makeup on <3 kolya eats ass btw he told me (mdni)

↓ divider is by @/cafekitsune !! :D

you finally pulled away from your boyfriend− the clownish makeup suiting him perfectly. it was totally his style too, and he loved it. though you will say, the process of actually putting the makeup on him was quite....exhausting. he kept touching random products and asking you stupid questions like−

"hey- baby, what does this do?" he was holding up a container of concealer, pumping some out and rubbing it on his hands like soap. you quickly snatched the bottle away from him− facepalming as he sniffed his hand and looked up at you with a grin. "don't waste the product, kolya! this was like− 30 dollars!" you scolded, putting it away from his reach. nikolai only pouted before sitting still and letting you resume your work.

yeah, that was very irritating but whatever, right? at least the suffering was worth the final product. god, did he look like the most handsome clown ever− towering over you with a malicious grin as he slowly backed you up against the wall. "my my, what a pretty lady we have here? why has such a beauty like you come to this humble clown?" ugh, was he really getting into character right now? whatever, you figured it would be fun to play along, right?

"well, mister clown, I wanted to see what tricks you have up those sleeves of yours~" you spoke slowly, feigning innocence as you gave him your best doe-eyes, getting on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around the so called "clown's" neck− his lips stretching to reveal a downright maniacal grin as he gripped your waist, "oh my ! well, I'd be glad to show you a very... special trick of mine.."

and that's how you ended up seated comfortably on nikolai's face− him being nose deep into your gushing cunt as you gripped the headboard. "f-fuck− kolya! feels so good.." you babbled, basically humping his face− the lipstick you put on him earlier now completely smudged, some of it even stained your inner thighs− and of course on your pretty little clit.

he didn't tease− nor did he want to this time, much to your surprise. and who were you to complain when his tongue was buried deep inside of you? his pointy nose nudging your clit as he devoured you like his very last meal on earth. his hands were grabbing the plush globes of your ass− fingernails digging into the soft fat which were for sure to leave marks the following morning.

"s-shit− doll," he moaned into your cunt, eyes rolling back behind closed lids as he went drunk from your taste. you tasted like the sweetest ambrosia to him and god, was it nasty how his tongue pulled out of your pussy to lick at your puckered hole− a squeal leaving your mouth at the new sensation. your hips were shaking at this point, nails digging into the hard wood of your bedpost and leaving small indents. kolya only snickered at your reaction before going back to slurp at your cunt.

you felt borderline intoxicated by the feeling of his tongue pushing in and out− nose repeatedly brushing against your swollen clit and something in you finally snapped.

nikolai let out a guttural groan when you grabbed a fistful of his snowy hair before grinding down on his face. his eyes widened momentarily at your bold move, slurping your juices with even more ferocity and eagerness− he was desperate to have you cum all over his mouth.

and you did, squirting all over his face with a broken moan leaving your plump lips− your lover happily gulping down everything you had to offer.

you finally got off his face once he was done cleaning you up, and god was he drenched. nikolai's face was flushed down to his neck, the makeup completely ruined− leaving him looking utterly debauched. a sleazy grin splayed on his swollen red lips but his eyes held mischief, "didn't expect you to squirt f'me, sweetheart. should've done this ages ago."

"yeah, yeah− lets clean up now, hm?" you sighed, running a hand through your mess of a ponytail. "oh, but we haven't even gone to the good part yet~" he pouted, wrapping his arms around you as he buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent.

"I'll suck you o−!" you got cut off by your own yelp when nikolai picked you up by the back of your knees− your back flush against his heaving chest.

"nuh uh, dove. i'm gonna fuck you and fill you up till i'm satisfied.." he laughed, slapping the tip of his cock against your sensitive cunt.

"after all.. you wanted to see what tricks this clown has up his sleeves, right?"

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lilacgaby · 5 months ago

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day two

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what the hell did katsuki think she had?

if anyone ever told her they have crazy issues, woman or not, she'd get a restraining order.

and the worst part:

she really wanted her volume of maid-sama back.

she had barely slept the night before, she decided to take the day off of school, because she couldn't promise denki would walk off scott-free if she was left alone with him.

she relaxed in her room, deciding to catch up on fruits basket while snacking on some pocky.

maybe she should just stay holed up in her dorm for the whole week? no, the make up work would put her seriously behind. and nobody except katsuki was a good enough student to help her catch up.

she screamed into a pillow, when suddenly she heard a knock at the door.

what? but it's literally already ten? schools been on for an hour. [name] pondered.

she walked on over to the door, and to her horror-

katsuki was there, holding a plastic bag filled with candy and snacks from what she could see, all the volumes of maid-sama he'd lent from her, and boba.

"uh-- what're you doing here katsuki?"

"heard about your problems."

[name] felt her face flush, great.

"oh, yeah those. y'know hormones and stuff--"

"are you not gonna let me in? i took my day off to bless you with my presence."

"i didn't know you wanted to be let in. if i did i would've welcomed you with my arms wide-open."

...

"what?"

"uh.. just come in."

[name] facepalmed as katsuki walked right in, setting the volumes on her shelf right below her figures and posters.

she tried to act casual, resuming her spot on her bed as she patted the spot next to her.

katsuki handed her his bag of gifts. if it were any other day she'd squeal in happiness. but the close proximity between them set a pit of dread in her stomach.

she really didn't want to mess up the relationship between them, so she hoped she could just keep her mouth shut.

"i'm not gonna ask what your problems are, it's probably some shit i wouldn't get. so wipe that look off your face."

oh. right.

"yeah, yeah, got it. wow, your bedside manner is pretty lacking katsuki."

"yeah, whatever."

"why'd you take a day off just for me anyways? am i special to you or something?"

she took the opportunity to jokingly cling to his arm, and adorned a smug look on her face.

"no. and take that dumbass look off your face."

"really? did you come so late because you went to the store just for me?"

"..."

"huh? huh?"

"i'm leaving."

he said, as he pulled his arm away from her clutches and stood up.

"wait no! i was just joking! come back!"

"what? do you want me here or something?"

"yes."

"oh. uh.." he wasn't expecting her to actually answer so straightforwardly, she could even see the tips of his ears turning pink. she would've been embarrassed too if she hadn't gotten used to the quirk already.

her ego was at an all time high as she clocked it. she was flustering him.

"no way. don't tell me you like me or something katsuki."

she swore she could see steam coming out his ears.

"wait i'm sorry! don't leave please! i was just joking!"

he grunted and sat back down. this time a bit further away from her. he still didn't look at her, the reason being unbeknownst to her.

but for him, it was actually because his heart was pounding like crazy.

she decided not to push it further, she wanted him to stay with her for at least a little bit.

she opened the plastic bag to be greeted with her favorite snacks.

he remembered.

it was surprising to her that he did, she had only told him once before what her favorites were, and that was only because of the class's secret santa back as first years.

she smiled warmly before opening the bag and offering him some chips.

he accepted and they had set into a comfortable silence.

she finally got bored of it though, and broke it.

"so, did you finish the next volume yet?"

"yeah i did, i really thought misa would've transferred."

"really? i would've thought you'd know that she'd stay. that was pretty predictable i fear."

"i only thought so because i would've transferred if i was her. the opportunity to go to the best school? i would've took it in a second."

"of course you would."

"the fuck does that mean?!"

their playful banter thankfully didn't spiral into any dangerous territory for [name]. they talked for hours, with katsuki even stealing denki's console to play mario kart on.

after a pretty even game streak, [name] ended up the winner, much to katsuki's despair.

they would've stayed playing for even longer, but katsuki eventually had to go though, unlike her he actually had to eat real food.

"see ya katsuki!"

"yeah, bye."

she had given him four more of her volumes to read. but he had forgotten his chips.

"oh wait katsuki!" she ran up to the door.

"wha-"

just as he turned, she tripped on some invisible force, right into his chest. and tackled them both onto the floor.

they both grunted as they fell.

her face was flush against his. her lips grazing his.

she was now rushing to support herself, and eventually used her two hands, the chips miraculously still in the bag as katsuki laid underneath her. she was pinning him down.

"oh, uh-"

they had matching rapid heart beats.

"i'll just um-"

do something coward!

"get off now."

loser.

"wait."

"huh?"

"uh.. i need-- fuck.

i need--"

"[name] and bakugo are totally making out right now!" mina called from down the hall.

everyone had just come back from school.

[name] and bakugo scrambled to get up, he shoved the manga in her hands, helped her up, and then stormed to the boys side of the dormitory.

mina and the girls eyed her knowingly.

"i don't wanna talk about it!"

・°☆

but talk about it she had to.

at eight-o-clock sharp they bursted into the room, now with a couple new faces.

jirou, uraraka, and momo to be exact.

"what the hell guys?! tell the whole class why don't you!"

"come on [n/name]! the more the merrier right?" mina reasoned.

"wrong!"

ignoring her protests, they then proceeded to take out the gigantic chalkboard and rewrite the operation.

"oh, and we already told them what's up with you and bakugo. and the quirk thing." denki said.

"yeah, sorry [name], denki kinda told your secret to us at lunch today." jirou added.

"goddamnnit denki!"

"so you have a crush on bakugo? why?" uraraka asked.

[name]'s heart almost burst out of her chest as she was forced to respond. "well he's cute, and he's seriously dedicated. i like his passion, his eyes, everything about him basically."

"aw! you're so romantic [name]!" momo gushed

"shut up!"

"and explain what you were doing pinning him down in the middle of the hallway earlier! how scandalous--"

"it was an accident! what does that have to do with the operation anyways?"

"huh? oh yeah the operation!"

mina turned back to face the board, the chalk screeched uncomfortably as she added a subsection on the board.

FORCE [NAME] TO CONFESS (after quirk wears off)

"what? hey that's off topic!"

"well, tomorrow and wednesday we have missions with our mentors so we'll be out of school. which means you only have to worry about three more days, which also means we'll have to have these meetings on our phones-"

"i think what she's saying is that we don't really have to do any major strategy changes until thursday." sero cut in, effectively ending mina's rambling.

"oh, hey you're right!"

"so that means we can focus on you and bak--"

"nope, that means this meeting is over! everyone out!"

"what?"

"seriously?!"

"and it was just getting to the fun part!"

everyone collectively groaned as [name] sent them off forcefully.

after kirishima shut the door behind him, she could finally let the secondhand embarrassment from her earlier encounter set in.

it was already ten, so she really needed to head to bed if she wanted to be good for tomorrow when mirko swung by to take her to a mission.

as she threw herself onto her bed, she pondered over katsuki's reaction earlier.

could he really like her back? they technically kissed earlier.

her face felt hot as the realization set in. technically he was her first kiss. and they'd need to talk eventually-

oh well, at least she didn't need to worry about him for two days...

right?

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garysvault · 7 months ago

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a little smopkins fic i’ve been working on, it’s still a work in progress… so sorry that you’re kinda gonna get left on a cliffhanger. i titled the fic "Where’s Gary?". i know it’s plain, but my goofy ahh couldn’t think of anything better. i will gladly take suggestions for what to call it

Jimmy was currently sitting in English class. He didn’t even know why he came, he completed all of the work. But that wasn’t what was bothering him. He hadn’t seen Gary in over a week. Not in the hallways. Not in the cafeteria. Not in class. Where could he be? Jimmy constantly eyed the door, hoping it would just fling open and Gary would walk in, but that never happened.

He sighed, he was beginning to accept the fact that the door was never going to fling open. "Mr. Galloway. Can I be excused?"

"Considering you’re finished with my class. Yes, you may be excused, Hopkins," Galloway responded, smiling as he did.

"Thanks, sir," Jimmy said, getting up off of his chair and walking out of the classroom.

The first thing he did was walk downstairs, questioning students if they had seen Gary anywhere. To his surprise, everyone said no. It made him even more worried than he was before.

But then it hit him. The only place he hadn’t checked was the dorm. He facepalmed. How could he be such an idiot? Obviously if Gary was nowhere to be seen in school, he would be in the dorm.

Jimmy walked out of the school and immediately headed to the boys’ dorm, knocking on Gary’s door when he finally got inside. "Gary?" he called out, hoping there would be an answer. He just wanted to hear his voice. Even if he was mad, sarcastic, or bitter. He didn’t care. Hearing his voice would make his day 10x better.

"Come in," Gary said. Although his voice sounded different. Too different.

Jimmy did just that. He opened the door and walked in. His face dropping. "Gary, you look-"

"I know, moron. I’m not stupid. I can see it. Infact, feel it!" Gary bitterly spitted out.

"Okay, man, chill," Jimmy sighed, walking over to his bed and sitting down on it. He looked at Gary, got a really good look at him. He was pale. Far paler than usual. At one point Gary was looking at him too, but he looked away. This kind of upset him. Despite their rough past, Jimmy wanted to help him. Gary didn’t have anyone else.

Gary had crossed his arms, giving him a glare before looking away once again. "I don’t even know why you care. Not like you can click your fingers and I’ll automatically be the way I was before,"

"Gary… I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but you don’t have anyone else. And I know that no one else in this hellhole would check on you, that’s why I decided to," he said, reaching out to grab his hand but stopped himself.

Gary quickly eyed him. He was getting suspicious. "Why? What could possibly make me more important than whatever shit you have left to do?" he stubbornly asked.

"Because you’re my friend! I don’t care about what happened between us in the past, I still care about you and I don’t wanna see you in bed looking half dead!" he hissed, not even realising that he raised his voice.

"We aren’t friends, Jimmy. We never were," he snapped, gripping onto his bedsheets.

Jimmy glared at him, "Stop lying to yourself," was all he said before grabbing Gary and pulling him in for a hug.

it’s not perfect, i’m still not entirely sure if i’m proud of it or not but whatever. i will gladly take any criticism. if things need to be changed and so on. it would really help for when i continue to write it :)

#smopkins #gary smith #jimmy hopkins #bully game #bully scholarship edition #bully canis canem edit #canis canem edit #bullworth academy #fluff?#angst?

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what-have-i-unleashed · 2 months ago

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i..... i cant resist.... ohNO TJE DEMONS. mtt poly,,,,, 26,,,,, (this is your respite for having to write characters you dont know. no need to thank me)

COLLAPSING ON MY FUCKING KNEES AND THANKING YOU FOR THIS.... FINALLY AN OASIS ON THIS DESERT OF MY HEART!!

also uhhh funnily enough with this one... i have to keep it PG for you oh lawd 🙏🙏🙏

26. 365 - charli xcx

(i don't even know if i should even post the lyrics of this on here 🧍sorry tricule this is for your and my own good)

"dust, where the fuck are you?!"

in the loud banging music of the club they're in, horror wades through the crowd alongside with a leisurely strolling killer, searching for the most troublesome member of their trio. horror's irritated voice easily gets drowned in the frenzy pandemonium, and he doesn't need to look to his side to know that killer is smirking at him the entire time. it was a mistake to agree to the knife-obsessed maniac's suggestion to "go have a little fun" at a shady part of a mafiafell universe.

"hey, handsome~" some party-goer - oh asgore's beard, a human even - leans all over his bony frame. "are you here alone?"

"he's taken," killer intones, staring at the human with his creepy grin. "you mind taking your hands off my beau, or should i do it myself?"

the human jerks back, hands in the air. "oh geez, sorry, okay? i'll be off now."

killer continues to stare at the human until they disappear into the chaos. horror glances at killer, who only tilts his head at him like a cat asking for a pat. the red-eyed monster scoffs and turns around. whatever - killer has always been a creepy little shit.

the duo finally find dust squirreled away in a bathroom, body sprawled across the impressively huge vanity counter. the hooded skeleton doesn't even raise his head to greet them, only mumbling under his breath in a cadence even more delirious than usual.

"woah, okay, dusty~" killer swoops dust up in his arms, propping one of dust's arms over his shoulders and letting the skeleton monster lean into him. "you partied a bit too hard there, huh?"

dust doesn't respond, instead his eyelights blaze for a moment before being extinguished. his magic is all fucked over too, it seems like. it isn't surprising when killer suddenly props dust over the sink as sounds of retching come out of the hooded skeleton.

"urghh, this is why i shouldn't have gone anywhere with you again," horror facepalms, feeling a headache coming. he just knows he'll regret all of this night tomorrow.

#they're so stupid why are they doing this #smh a bunch of hedonistic idiots 🙄🙄🙄#never do this mootie i'm warning you #i answer #triglycercule #flash fic spotify challenge #horror sans #killer sans #murder sans #dust sans #murder time trio #mtt poly #undertale au #utmv #sanshipping #sanscest

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sugoi-writes · 2 years ago

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Laundry Day, Part 3 - Sanemi x F!Reader

A/N- Alright whores, it's about that time. Keep in mind that the smut takes a bit, but it's THERE, m'kay? I did my best, so don't judge me 😂 We start with normal Dom!Sanemi, followed by a lOT of switchy/subby Sanemi vibes towards the end. Bits of Dom!reader sprinkled in, if you squint.

Trigger/Content warnings: Hickeys, embarrassment/anxiety for reader at parts, manhandling, oral (f!receiving), fingerings (f!receiving), penetration from riding, dominant and submissive moments/wording, CHOKING, breathplay (Sanemi receiving).

I hope you enjoy it, as much as I did writing it. DIG IN!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Late evening, just past sunset

After a quick once over and adjustments, you finally felt comfortable enough to attend dinner tonight with the Hashira and the masters of the Manor.

Sanemi is first to leave his room, insisting that you leave and walk the longer route around to avoid looking like you were "alone together". While you didn't mind being considered an item, seeing you both kanoodling would start gossip that you'd both be too flustered to tolerate right now...

And so, you did as he asked, leaving his room about 10 minutes later. All of this just to be safe, you thought.

As you take the scenic route towards Ubuyashiki's main louge and dining space, you hear heavy footsteps running up behind you," Y/N-chaaaaaan!"

You practically fall onto your face as Mitsuri latches onto you from behind, making you yelp in surprise.

"M-Mitsuri-san!!! Ahh, you surprised me!!!" You say with a start, your knees buckling from her intensity.

"Sorry, sorry!!! I'm just so happy to see you again! I haaaaate doing chores, and I wish you were there! I had soooo much to do today!" Mitsuri practically wailed, making you roll your eyes.

"Tch, you would've hated it even if I was there!" You reply, earning you a defiant whine in return.

"Hmph!! Y/N-chan is so meaaaan!" As she shakes you with a tight hug, you feel her breath catch and freeze completely.

You blink, turning to look towards her," H-Hey... are you okay? I'm sorry if your day was really bad. I didn't mean t--"

"Wait is that-- Y/N, is that a HICKEY?!?"

Immediately, your face turns beat red, before you're frantically trying to shush your pink haired friend.

"HEY-- hey, nooooo! No, Mitsuri, it was just a-- I swear it's nothing!!!" You lie, grabbing your friend by her shoulders.

Mitsuri grins, covering her mouth with her hands," Y/N, who were YOU spending time training with!!! Oooooo, I wanna know~ that wasnt on you earlier when you were hanging laundry!!!" Mitsuri gushes, giggling as you shake her again.

"I-I promise you it was!! Honest!!!"

"Liar~" Mitsuri teases, making you facepalm and whine.

"O-Okay!!! Okay-- how bad is it? Is it super noticeable?" Mitsuri nods hastily, making you squirm," Shit, okay, well-- w-well, do you have some makeup that can help cover this?"

Mitsuri's ears perk up, as you see the smile on her face reach her eyes," I doooo, but... only if you can tell me who did that to you~"

You groan in frustration, running your hands down your face," Mitsuri!!! Please!!!"

The pink haired hashira giggles," Promise me! Promise me, and I'll help you cover the ones by your jaw, too!"

You freeze, huffing in defeat after the reality of your situation sinks in," Okay okay... I promise! I PROMISE! You're the only one I can trust to see me like this..."

"See you like what?," you hear from behind your shoulder. You freeze, as Obanai's voice comes through, loud and clear. Your hands frantically cover your neck, as Mitsuri blushes and stammers.

"Uhhmm!! Uhh-- nothing!!! She's fine, all good!!," Mitsuri is quick to say, gently shoving you towards the nearest room,"I'll tell you later!!" She adds, making you snap at her.

"MITSURI!!!!"

"O-Oh dang!!! Right!!! Uhh-- talk to you later, Obanai-san!!!"

As you and Mitsuri dart into the nearest room, Obanai narrows his eyes at the door, Kaburamaru hissing quietly.

"...see, I have the same feeling...," Obanai says flatly, turning on his heel," Leave it to Y/N to be up to no good on a day off. Whatever she's dragged Mitsuri into, it better not be dangerous..." he huffs, chosing to walk away as you do something about your predicament.

---

"Ahh, Mitsuri-sama! Y/N-sama! You're finally here!"

You bow your head gingerly, as Mitsuri does the same," S-Sorry," you stammer, looking to Kagaya,Amane and the rest of their family," W-We were just catching up... completely lost track of time!"

All eyes were on you, as you saw all of the Hashira, your Master, and his family before you. If not for your position, you would have been quaking in your boots from the amount of power and status in this room.

Shinobu looks to the two new comers, clasping her hands together gently," Ahh, don't forget about the rest of us, dear Y/N-chan~! We still have to discuss our next mission together~," the insect pillar chimes, making you blink in surprise.

"O-Oh!!! Shinobu-san, I-- I'm sorry, we can DEFINITELY talk about that before we go to bed!" You apologize, making Shinobu beam.

"Now now, we will have plenty of time to attend to business... for now, this is a time to relax and recollect ourselves..." Kagaya chimes, raising his head as he looks towards your voice.

You flush with guilt, as you nod again respectfully," O-Of course... forgive us, Master..."

Mitsuri sneaks by to sit between Rengoku and Gyomei, while you take your seat between Giyuu and Shinobu. Tengen seems to be whispering something to Rengoku, before you hear the pair stiffle a laugh.

You feel yourself shrinking inward as you automatically feel that they were laughing at or about you. You hear Ubuyashiki clear his throat, the table growing silent.

"I'd like to thank you all, and the beings whom allowed it, for you being here tonight... we've cooked a particularly filling meal for you all."

Amane gently cuts in, a soft smile on her smooth face,"Please dine to your hearts' content. We have plenty more to serve you all."

Everyone collectively offers their thanks to the masters of the home, thank their deities, for the meal. Immediately after, everyone starts to dig in. As lively chatter and banter fills the air, you feel a pair of eyes on you. You look over to see your Wind Pillar, your admirer, eyeing you. A soft flush is dusting his cheeks, as he offers you a short but sweet nod. He wants to do and say more, but he seems to be hesitant.

You smile warmly to him, going to pass him something before you feel Giyuu bump into you.

"H-Hey!!! Watch it!!!," you bark, Giyuu almost remaining motionless.

"...sorry...," Giyuu's monotone voice replies,"...Obanai was reaching over, so I tried to give him space." Your face flushes with guilt, feeling bad for getting so fiesty.

"N-No, sorry, it's okay... it's a crowded table, after all," you reply sheepishly, catching the eye of Sanemi again. You could see his face contort slightly. He seems to be a little envious...? Maybe you should've sat next to him?

"Y/N-chan, could you pass the sauce this way, please?," Shinobu politely asks, before you go to do so.

But as you go to hand it off, you yelp in surprise. You felt... something.... touching on your inner thigh. You glance down, noticing something quickly retract.

You lock eyes with Sanemi again, who looks positively unamused at you. You strain as you smile, passing the sauce successfully.

"Sorry... just felt a chill, I guess..." You say dismissively, Shinobu humming.

"My, my, it seems like you're a bit off today, Y/N-chan... a little jumpy, even!" Shinobu quips," I hope I didn't make you feel too nervous about our next mission!," She finishes with a cool chuckle. You laugh, waving your hand dismissively,"O-Of course not! You know I always li--"

There it was again. A warmth pressed to your inner thigh, inching higher. You glance cautiously at Sanemi again, who seems to be trying to avoid your eye contact.

"A-Ahem-- I LOVE... going on missions with you!!," you finish, a quiet flush spreading across your cheeks. Shinobu laughs, her quiet but even tone welcome among the chaotic sounds of UMAI!!! and other banter.

"Ooooh, you're too kind Y/N-chan! That just makes me more hopeful for tomorrrow!," Shinobu chimes, gently patting your back as you try and avoid reacting to whatever is happening under the table. You fix Sanemi with a side eye, trying to eat as much as you could muster with his coy game of footsy.

Your predicament from earlier, your lack of underwear, was only making this game more dangerous for you. You'd have to be careful...

---

As everyone parts ways for the night, Mitsuri goes to pat you on the back,"...be careful tonight, okay?" She slips something into your other hand. The concealer!!

"...just in case you need it," She whispers, winking at you before walking away. Your face is fiery red, as you shove the concealer away.

"I-If you make this obvious, I'm going to come for you, Kanroji..." You exasperate, noticing Obanai slinking by to pursue Mitsuri.

Ever so subtly, he whispers something you almost couldn't catch,"... if you break his heart, I'll feed your hands to Kaburamaru."

You halt in your steps, sputtering as Obanai continues to walk, not even reacting. Mitsuri, you ass--!!

You can hardly speak up as you notice Sanemi shoving Tengen off of him, shoving his hands in his pockets and hastily walking away. Bingo.

You decide to take the scenic route again... surely you won't be too noticeable, right?

---

"...gotta lot of damn nerve," you hear a gruff voice behind you, nearly ten paces from Sanemi's room. Without even turning, you scoff.

"I should say the same to you, sir. Getting handsy with me under a table with all the Hashira? That's mighty bold--"

"You were the one without underwear," Sanemi harshly whispers back, making your thighs rub together,"... I didn't think you'd actually have it in you, little tease."

You swallow shallowly, grabbing at your kimono," W-Well... you didn't leave me many options..."

Sanemi's smirk was burrowing into the back of your head, and you knew it. Yiu were going to say more, before an arm hoisted you up by the waist, the other clasping over your bratty mouth,"...for good reason, doll."

Your yelp of surprise is muffled as Sanemi drags you into his room. He's feverishly shutting and locking the door again as you're thrown to the tatami mat. You mimic a fish out of water, gaping as your kimono is basically hanging open," W-Way to be discreet!!!," you hiss.

"Oh, shut up," Sanemi growls, looming over you. Your face heats up as a foot knocks you onto your back, smacking the back of your head," I don't need to be... you're the obvious one, here... I'm just gonna enjoy myself if you're gonna mess things up."

You try to get up as Sanemi kneels, but he grabs you by your ankles and yanks you closer, making your kimono fly open at the bottom again. You want to cover your face in embarrassment, until he lays on his stomach before your trembling legs.

"..y...you were really wanting to do this, then?," you hush, your breathing becoming heavy as Sanemi spreads your thighs apart. He marvels at the sight of your cunt, his mouth practically watering.

"Didn't have desert yet, right?," Sanemi drawls, a tone reverberating in the air that makes your toes curl sharply.

" I figured if I get to choose... I want something a little sweeter than some pastries the other grubby Hashira can get their hands on..."

You barely have time to process his compliment before featherlight kisses make their way up your inner thighs.

"I want you. And I only want my hands on you, Y/N. No one else."

His breath was hot and labored as you felt it closing the distance between his lips and yours. Well... at least the pair you had below the waist.

"Damn-- I didn't think you'd get this wet over my little words...," Sanemi practically hums, his tongue coming dangerously close to your slit. He suckles on the junction between your pelvis and thigh, making your practically squeal from sensitivity.

"S-Sanemi--! Please!!," you practically plead, embarrassed but too worked up to stop him. He has you gasping as he leaves the first of many hickeys, your hands flying into his hair. The pale haired hashira shifts over and begins to lick a long strip between your folds, pulling out a wanton moan from your throat.

"Don't have to tell me twice... thanks for the meal," Sanemi breathes over your clit, before going down on you fully. The feeling of his hot, smooth muscle made your core tense up almost immediately.

Your hands fisted his hair tightly as he diligently moved his tongue, exploring your warmth. You hear a noise coming from below, looking down at your lover. You feel yourself grow more excited as Sanemi growls into your sopping heat, seemingly enjoying himself.

His hands come around to your pelvic area, pressing down to keep you anchored in place as he finally pays attention your your needy clit. A hand shoots up to cover your mouth, and Sanemi lets you as he tears a desperate groan from you.

"Sh-Shit--- ughhhn, Sane-- m-mi!," you pant out, your hand falling limp as his tongue traces tickling, tight circles around your bud.

"Gods, youre fucking hot...," you hear your peer growl, making you clench around nothing. But that wouldn't be for long.

Your head is thrown back when you feel one of Sanemi's fingers bully inside of you, going down to his last knuckle. You could only squirm and take it as he continues to fuck your from the outside in.

" N-Nemi--- shit, 'Nemi, slow down...!" You feel his second finger close by, wanting to thrust its' way inside. Sanemi's eyes flicker up to yours, eyeslids supporting his droopy, pretty lashes. Who were you kidding? Even if he made you cum too quickly, you couldn't say no to that face.

Your eyelids flutter closed as he latches on to your clit again, suckling when the second finger goes in to your heat. For just a few moments, he leaves his rough digits there, letting you adjust and feel just how full you are.

He pulls of your clit with a wet pop, his grin covered in your slick," Had to give you something, too... a teaser for your dessert."

You swallow dryly, licking your lips and whining when he goes back down. You could hardly control your voice as your eyes rolled back on their own.

"Mine... my cunt... my partner, my fucking girl... this is all mine, Y/N...," Sanemi practically moans into you, his fingers starting to move. You reach down and deftly pull at his platinum hair again, relishing a very pleased moan from him. You could feel his desperation as he ruts against the floor below him.

"Y-Yes... fuck, yes I'm yours!!!" You say unprompted, making Sanemi grin. You were doing the work for him.

"Pl-Please... mark me, tease me-- FUCK-- F-Fuck me, Sanemi...!!! I-I can't keep h-holding ouuuuttt~ Ahh!"

Sanemi chuckles lewdly as he hooks his fingers inside you, targeting your gummy, inner walls' weak spot.

"Cum, then... cum on my face," you hear a strained groan, as his babbling continues," I wanna see you cum undone, baby...." Sanemi continues to ramble between suckles and licks, practically feral," F-Fuck, give me... give me what you've got, baby..."

You shriek into your hand as a hard thrust of his fingers finally tumbles you over the edge. Sanemi sputters blissfully as he gets vice gripped by your spasming walls. He's diligently lapping up at your juices, his free hand squeezing your hip as if to hold you in place.

Once you're trying to squirm away, Sanemi pulls back with another wet pop, his eyelids heavy. Oh no. No no no. The least you could do was return the favor.

You shove Sanemi onto his back before he can mount you, making him croak in surprise.

"Your turn to shut up, boy," you bark at him, making Sanemi's face go crimson," I've had just about enough of that mouth... but, I still want my dessert, too."

You practically rip his kimono off of him, leaving Sanemi a panting, breathlessly heap as he struggles to shimmy out of it the rest of the way. You could tell that the stimulation from his minstrations was enough to get him pretty riled up.

Once Sanemi laid bare, your kimono comes off next, leaving nothing to as you line yourself up over his aching, leaking cock. Your hand flies down to align him with your still sensitive hole, biting your lip as you mentaly hype yourself up.

"F-Fuck...," is all Sanemi can muster, his hands flying to support your hips as you sink down onto his shaft. It takes everything in the both of you to not shout from the seering pleasure.

You keep yourself seated for the moment, only wiggling your hips slightly as Sanemi bites his lip, his head reeling.

"N-Not so tough now, h-huh?," you practically whine as you finally pick yourself up, only slam back down onto his member. Sanemi grunts, eyes slamming shut," S-Shut up... ngggh, too good--" he pants out as you choose a brutal pace, knowing Sanemi could handle you like this... probably.

You lean forward as you bounce on his cock, grinning down at your man who was not only pussy drunk, but absolutely dazed as his eyes flutter again. He's practically breathless, his hands barely able to hang on as he grunts with every movement.

You decide it's time to try and really shut him up. Your hands trace delicate patterns up his body until they reach his neck, ghosting his throat. A wanton moan leaves him, eyes hastily looking at yours. Maybe he's never done this before?

You tenderly wrap a hand around his throat, not placing any pressure... and you feel his dick throb inside of you. Ohh... so the Wind Hashira wants his breath knocked out of his chest, huh?

Experimentally, you apply some light pressure, and a strangled groan leaves him heaving, one hand flying up to grab your wrist. You almost stop, but he keeps your hand there, assuring you physically to keep holding on.

And so you do, while his face heats up dramatically.

"F-Fuhh--- ahhnn, fuhh-- Y/N!! Y-Y/N, fuh mee--" you can barely make out his cries, as tears are welling up in Sanemi's eyes. You practically squeal as you realize you've found his weak spot.

"Awww, what's the matter, Sanemi~? Hah-- f-feeling too good already?"

"Y-Yeah--! Nnn, yeah!!," is all he can reply between broken moans, his head going blank. You let go for a moment, causing him to gasp for air. He can hardly catch a break, your bouncing only becoming harsher and faster. He can barely breathe properly, even now, becoming an absolute mess under your touch.

"Tell me what you want, baby... I can give it to ya," you mewl, circling your hips in a way that made him see stars.

"G-Gonna--- agh, w-wanna cum!" Sanemi begs, both hands grabbing your wrists. Surprised by his tone and eagerness, you mentally note to yourself to tease him about it later. You look down to his pleading eyes, knowing he can hardly speak as he's trying not to bust too early.

"Do you wanna cum for me, 'nemi?"

A choked up whine is all you get, causing you to slow down. He practically panics, slamming his hips up into you. You groan, meeting his thrust, but using your weight to hold him back down.

"Pl..please... y/n, please... I n-need... I need your hands... to cum..."

A chord snaps in you as Sanemi guides your hand back to his neck, before he grabs the other. It's only then you realize he wants you to use both of your hands.

Your eyes widen in shock, before Sanemi smiles dreamily up at you,"I-It's okay... hhnnn--- Hashira..." he says chopily.

Oh right. You've both been in a tight spot with breathing before. You grin. Guess the vulnerability turns him on, too.

On command, you wrap both of your pretty hands around his throat, applying that delicious pressure again. You make sure to not neglect his cock as your hips start up again, quickly increasing their pace. Sanemi, unable to move his head back, lets his hands fall to either side of his head, eyelids fluttering.

"F-fah... hah~ fuhk!! Oh fuhk!!" Sanemi was making noises you'd only expect actors to make, making your core flutter. And you weren't far behind him.

You toss your head back, cursing as your body stung from the energy you were using to fuck your man absolutely raw. You'd be luck if you were more than skin and bones after this.

"Hnnn, cum!! Cum for me, Shinazugawa!!" You commanded, resulting in a very quick, harsh thrust on his end. Your inner walls were painted white, causing you to finally cry out and meet your release a second time.

You didn't realize how loud and out of it you had been, until you feel weak hands tapping quickly against your thigh.

"Aghnn-- shit, fuck, sorry baby!" You quickly let go of Sanemi's neck, his vision almost blurry as he weakly looks up at you. A hoarse laugh leaves his broad chest, as he opts to pull you down for a hug.

You whine, the angle causing his cock to limply slip out of you, "Gods... that was-- that was pretty--"

"Amazing," Sanemi finishes, peppering your cheek with kisses. You giggle at the sweetness that greatly contrasted your lewd actions.

"Soooo uhhh.. was that new for you?," you ask innocently, still trying to catch your breath. Sanemi nods, head falling lazily to the side as you cuddle closer.

"W-With someone, yes... by my self? Hardly..." You feel your heart thump in your chest at the admission. So he was a little kinkier than you pegged him to be, afterall...

You smile dreamily up at Sanemi, kissing his lips as you chime," Well, it looks like we need to have dessert more often too..."

Sanemi laughs, running his hands over your back," First laundry, now dessert... you're starting to make it sound like a lazy, domestic Sunday..." You smile at him, mushing your cheek against his chest as you wiggle your hips.

"Well... it can be...," you offer, the both of you stilling for a moment," I-I mean... we can.... make this a thing. If you'll have me," you finish, the last part leaving you in a whisper. Sanemi rolls his eyes, pinching your nose as you whine distainfully.

"You think I would've done that if I didn't want that all the time with you? Tch. I'm not some man whore," Sanemi chides, as if offended. You smirk loopily, chuckling. ,"You sure sounded like a whore--"

Wholesome, bellyaching laughter fills Sanemi's room as the two of you bask in your afterglow, Sanemi jabbing your sides from the low blow.

"Well then, ma'am, if you want to hear those more... you better come home to my estate. Whenever you're ready... Whenever you're sick. Whenever your horny, especially.... I want you there with me."

You swoon at his words, wrapping your arms around him as you bury your face into his chest. He could hardly hear your reply, a smile plastering his face as he hears you say.

"...same time, next Sunday~?"

#sanemi shinazugawa x y/n #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #sanemi kny #sanemi demon slayer #sanemic fanfic #sanemi shinazugawa smut #demon slayer smut #kny smut #tw: choking #tw: breathplay #i hope you guys enjoy this thdjdbdjsnshs #gdydhshsbsjsnsj im stimming so hard while posting this im going FERAL

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gyumibear · 1 year ago

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💖 create a sim(p)! — 29: beomgyu

synopsis — after stupidly claiming on stream that you’ve been dating popular youtuber choi beomgyu in secret after accidentally creating an identically looking sim, you beg him not to reveal your lie to the public when it goes viral. weirdly, he agrees and you two begin to fool the public. can your lie become the truth or will it eventually catch up with you?

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warnings — swearing like twice? other than that: none!

(wc: ~1.8k) there are some sns inside the text! and it's all gyu's pov!

When he had wanted to meet up with Keeho, Beomgyu had expected that he’d show up alone. However, Yeonjun had strolled in with his hands in his pockets and a distant look in his eyes. The distance wasn’t just in his eyes, but also in how far he stood away from Beomgyu, an unsettling tension between them that made Beomgyu want to puke. He’d never been this awkward with his best friend, but given the circumstances, he understood why Yeonjun wouldn’t want to be near him.

“He only came because I asked him to,” Keeho had explained when Beomgyu had glanced at him in confusion. “He’s not here to talk to you or anything.”

“I mean it’s been six months,” Beomgyu had found himself arguing, but he hadn’t known why. “You can’t possibly still need more time. That’s stupid.”

“Well so is throwing away a years-long friendship over a girl who you weren’t even dating…” Yeonjun retorted under his breath, but loud enough to make Beomgyu keenly aware of his underlying remark. “But what do I know?” I can’t get mad. He’s right…

“Yeonjun, that’s not–”

“Let it go,” Keeho had cut in, tension evident in the air. “We’re here to talk, remember? Let’s just focus on that and everyone take a chill pill.”

So they had talked. It had been evident from the conversation that both parties missed each other. Keeho had even said out loud that he’d missed him, which made Beomgyu relieved. So at least one friendship had been fixed in a way, but Yeonjun had just stared at his phone the whole time, texting occasionally. Then, he’d excused himself and left, telling Keeho he needed to meet with someone. Who? None of Beomgyu’s business.

That’s what had led Beomgyu to his present condition: standing across from Keeho, who was packing up himself to leave. They’d both just run out of things to say to each other and Keeho had other plans for the rest of the day. Something about needing to stick to his tradition of “Self-care Saturday.” He’d started doing it a few months back, which is why Beomgyu didn’t know anything about it. Shit, he’d really missed so much, hadn’t he?

Then, Beomgyu’s phone notification went off, indicating he’d gotten a text.

“Beomgyu?” Keeho’s voice snapped him back to reality. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Are you okay?”

“Yeah!” He said too quickly, facepalming himself inwardly. “I mean, yeah. It’s just, YN finally texted me back and she wants to meet… To, you know? Talk.”

“Oh…” Keeho stood, dusting himself off. “Good luck.”

“Thanks, Keeho.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Let me know how it goes, okay?”

And then Keeho was gone, leaving Beomgyu alone to his own devices. Just him and his thoughts. He thought about texting Taehyun and Jake to ask for advice, but… Taehyun was probably working and Jake was perhaps working too and– He needed to do this on his own. It was his last chance to make things right with you.

Beomgyu shook off his nerves and left, heading towards the meet-up point.

When he got there, he was surprised again. You were there, looking pretty as ever, wringing your hands like you were anxious. Were you anxious? You must’ve been because when you looked up at Beomgyu, he noticed your face go through almost 87 different expressions before it settled on a neutral almost bored looking one.

“Hey…” He offered, smiling softly at you.

“Hey.” You turned on your heel, starting to walk inside the restaurant. “Come on, I got us a table.”

Beomgyu watched you walk off, feeling slightly discouraged because of your reaction. Maybe this was a bad idea? You were clearly still upset with him, like Yeonjun. However, he shook it off and hurried after you. He followed you through the restaurant before you stopped and took a seat in a not-empty booth. Imagine Beomgyu’s shock when again, Yeonjun was there. Why is he here?!

And he had lied? Clearly, the “person” he needed to go see was you. Why couldn’t he have just said that? Beomgyu’s thoughts were reeling as he slid into the booth, opposite you and Yeonjun. Are they dating? Had his suspicions been right all along?

No. He told himself. You’re not obligated to know if they are or aren’t. She doesn’t belong to you, and even if she is dating Yeonjun, at least she’s happy.

“Beomgyu.” You snapped your fingers in his face, indicating that this hadn’t been the first time you’d called his name. “Is everything okay?”

“Mm yeah.” He forced a smile. “Sorry about that, I got lost in thought.”

“No worries,” You responded in kind, even though your eyes showed your skepticism. Beomgyu also didn’t miss the way you shifted closer to Yeonjun like you needed comfort. Why did you seem so nervous? “Let’s talk about the elephant in the room…”

“Ah, right.” He tried to regain his composure, nodding dumbly. “I really owe you an apology. For everything. The live stream, the jealousy, confusing you, and writing that letter. I should’ve just told you everything in person instead of leaving you high and dry… You deserve better than that.”

That stupid, stupid letter. He should’ve burned it after he’d written it.

He continued to pour his heart out, hoping that he was making sense, even through his mini rambles. He’d rehearsed what he was going to say almost a million times. but the more he spoke, the less rehearsed his words had become. He was genuinely speaking from his heart and soul, desperate for your approval and forgiveness.

After he was finally done ranting and raving, he leaned back and tried to catch his breath. You looked at him with a softness that he hadn’t seen from anyone in a while. Yeonjun was also looking at him, but not in softness– more like approval. Beomgyu was too busy trying to catch his breath to try and decipher why that was.

Then, you cleared your throat.

“Okay,” You shrugged your shoulders, leaving Beomgyu on edge. “I forgive you.

“What?” Beomgyu voiced out loud, more to himself than to you.

“I forgive you, Beomgyu. We both had faults of our own in the situation and you shouldn’t blame yourself for all of it. I’m sorry too, you know? I started the whole fake dating thing and I really should’ve been more responsible with my words and actions. We both should have. Everything just spun out of control too fast, I can’t blame you for how you reacted. In another world, I’d probably have done the same thing.

“It was toxic, for all of us. Hell, we’d barely even known each other for two months. But, I want to.”

“Huh?” Beomgyu was reduced to one-word responses due to trying to process every word that was coming out of your mouth. You weren’t mad at him?

“I want to get to know you! Try everything over. Cause, I really thought that I loved you back then and it hurt for so long thinking of all the what-ifs and stuff…I liked you so much it was crazy.”

“I liked you too-” Beomgyu tried to insert, but you kept talking.

“But I soon realized, I never knew you. It was just infatuation.” Beomgyu’s eyes stared into yours in confusion, “We’d never even gotten the chance with what was going on. But… I want to actually get to know you as a person and maybe try being friends?” You smiled gently, hand reaching across the table hesitantly.

Beomgyu’s heart sank. Friendship. You only wanted to be friends…

“Oh… Do you not want to–?” You started to pull your hand back, but Beomgyu took it, not wanting you to feel as rejected as he did at the moment.

“No, I do.” Your smile brightened up again at his enthusiasm, making his heart swoon slightly. “I want to be your friend too.”

Then, in a moment of courage, he whipped his head to the left to look straight into Yeonjun’s eyes. The motion basically gave all of you whiplash.

“You too! I want to be your friend again, Yeonjun.” Yeonjun’s eyes widened in shock. “I was an idiot and I was jealous and I blamed everything on you, but it’s not your fault! You’re my best friend and you’ve always been so good to me and I don’t know what I’d do without you and–”

“Breathe.” Yeonjun laughed, reaching across to grab Beomgyu’s other hand. “I believe you. You were an idiot, but you’re still my best friend Beomgyu…”

“Really?” Beomgyu could almost cry. “Thank you. Thank you…”

From there, Beomgyu continued to talk and clear the air on everything that was asked about him. Some questions made him embarrassed to think back on, but he had a massive smile on his face the whole time. He really hadn’t come thinking that he’d be forgiven, hell he thought you’d end up pouring a drink on him and leaving halfway through, but no! You really were super understanding like Jake had said. Finally, he’s right about something.

“Oh, crap! I have to go!” You suddenly interrupted, sliding out of the booth, Beomgyu watching your every move. “I’m meeting up with Felix for dinner.”

Oh yeah, your ex… Beomgyu’s smile faded slightly. Wait, dinner? Are you dating him or Yeonjun?

“Alright,” He tried not to let his disappointment show in his tone, but from the look Yeonjun gave him, it was clearly shown. But to fix it, he still offered a cheerful, “Have fun on your date.”

“It’s not a date!” You shook your head comically, “He wants me to meet the rest of his friends because I told him I feel like they don’t like me… Eh, that’s not important.”

You threw your arms around Yeonjun in a goodbye hug manner before doing the same to Beomgyu, to his surprise. As he and Yeonjun watched you leave, he couldn’t help but wish that you weren’t going to see Felix. You really had a grip on him.

“They’re not dating,” Yeonjun’s voice broke into Beomgyu’s thoughts. “Neither of us is dating her.”

“What?” Beomgyu turned to see Yeonjun smiling playfully at him.

“I know you like the back of my hand, man. I know you were thinking about it.”

Beomgyu saw no reason to lie,

“I was…” He lowered his head slightly, “But it doesn’t matter even if you guys were. I’m not entitled to her romantic life…”

“Hm.” Yeonjun didn’t respond to that, he just stared at Beomgyu for a while, like he was trying to figure something out. “You’ve changed.”

“What? In what way?”

“Well, you’re not biting my head off for still being close with her after all this time.”

“Ah…”

“It’s good to have you back Beomgyu.” Yeonjun slid out of the booth, standing up to reach his hand out to Beomgyu.

Beomgyu looked at his best friend in confusion.

“Come on,” Yeonjun said, “Let’s go catch up. You and me.”

Beomgyu had never stood up quicker in his life.

a/n — and so everyone made up! what do you guys think? would you forgive beomgyu? i fear i would, i fold too easily. also!! one more chapter after this! are y’all ready for the big finale?

#k-labels #kflixnet #kbookshelf #kpop smau #beomgyu x reader #txt smau #txt x reader #beomgyu social media au #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu smau #beomgyu fic

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asimpforthe80s · 6 months ago

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★Sweet, sweet honey★

Starring: M!Reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: gay sex, reader catches Eddie jerking off, fluff

Author's note: ★Honestly, I just found this in my drafts and decided to finish it. I think it turned out pretty okay. Let me know what you think!★

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You’ve been friends with Eddie and the gang for years now, but you still didn’t understand everything they said. They are quite caring, and doesn't mind that you dress like a girl, depite being a boy. You and the others went on a camping trip to a cabin in the woods. There were three cabins. Dustin and the kids (+ Steve/mom) went to the first one. Nancy and Robin took the second cabin, leaving you and Eddie with the third. Which you didn't mind, since you were good friends with Eddie and had known him for years.

Fast forward, you had gotten a fire running and had been sitting around it for a few hours, as it has grown dark. "Okay, kiddos, get your asses to bed." Steve says, already annoyed with how much energy they had. But they head on to bed, along with Nancy and Robin, who went to their cabin only minutes later.

You and Eddie eventually get too tired to stay outside, and head inside, where you say goodnight and head to your separate rooms.

Eddie wakes up fairly late, but something feels off. It's the scent of his pillow. It somehow smelled like you, despite having slept in separate rooms. But Eddie had a secret which you didn't know about. He was in love with you and had been for years. Growing annoyingly horny at the smell of you on his pillow, he facepalms into it and starts stroking his cock, moaning your name.

You sit in the corner, smirking. "Yes, pretty thing.. don't mind me." You murmured, your voice low and seductive as you cross your legs. Eddie's eyes snap open, his heart racing as he sees you there in the dim light, watching him with that sultry smile. His hand slows on his cock, then freezes as he takes in your provocative pose - legs crossed, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of thigh. "Shit... Y/N," he breathes, his voice husky with arousal. "What are you doing here?" Despite the question, Eddie makes no move to cover himself or hide his obvious hard-on. Instead, he stares at you with a mix of surprise, hunger, and a dash of nervousness. "You shouldn't be seeing this..." he mutters, though his body language screams that he's more than okay with the situation. "Well, why would you be jerking off when you know very well that I'm in the same cabin?" You asked, taking a few steps towards the bed. "Because I thought you were asleep," Eddie replies, his words coming out in a rush as he tries to justify his actions. He watches you approach, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight of you moving closer stokes the flames of desire within him even further. "And besides... I couldn't help myself," he admits, his voice dropping an octave lower. "I've wanted you for so long..."

He shifts slightly on the bed, giving you a better view of his erect member, glistening with pre-cum. His eyes never leave yours, filled with a mixture of lust and trepidation. "Do you want to touch me? Feel what you do to me?"

"You're such a fucking tease, aren't you?" You smirked, before walking over to the bed and crawling onto it. Your fingers gently wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking him.

"Such a big dick, Eddie..." You whispered, leaning down to lick the tip of his cock. A shudder runs through Eddie's entire body as your soft lips wrap around the sensitive head of his cock. "Fuck, Y/N..." he groans, his hips bucking involuntarily. One hand reaches out to tangle in your hair, guiding you further down his shaft. "That's it, baby... take it all."

His other hand slides down to palm your breast through your shirt, feeling the supple flesh beneath. Eddie pinches and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from you. "Mmmm, you like that? You like me playing with these perfect man-tits?"

He continues to thrust shallowly into your mouth, savoring the wet heat engulfing him. "God, I've dreamed of this for so long... having you suck my cock, worshipping every inch of me..." Your tongue swirls around his cock, sucking on him hungrily while your hands roam his body. One hand wraps around his neck, pulling yourself closer while the other traces patterns across his chest. You pull away just enough to speak, "Fuck, Eddie... you taste so damn good..."

You take him back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down on his thick length. The sensation of your warm, wet mouth enveloping him is nearly overwhelming. Eddie lets out a guttural moan, feeling his control slipping as pleasure courses through him. "Y/N... fuck, that's it... just like that," he encourages, his grip tightening in your hair.

He can't help but watch, mesmerized by the sight of you taking him so deeply. Every movement of your head sends waves of delight coursing through his veins. "Oh God, yes... suck my cock, sweetheart," he pleads, his voice ragged with need. "Make Daddy feel good."

One hand leaves your breast to trail down your stomach, teasingly close to your cock but not touching yet. He wants to draw out the pleasure, prolong the torment of wanting you desperately but unable to give in fully. You continue to suck Eddie's cock, taking him deeper each time until you hit the back of your throat. You gag slightly but recover quickly, swallowing around him as you start to bob your head faster. Your own cock twitches against Eddie's leg, leaking precum as you focus on pleasing him.

Your free hand moves down to stroke your cock, matching the rhythm of your head bobs. You look up at Eddie with half-lidded eyes, drinking in the sight of his pleasure. "Mmmph... gonna make you cum so hard, Eddie..." you mumble around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through him. The sight of you gagging around his cock only fuels Eddie's arousal further. He can barely form coherent thoughts anymore; all he knows is the desperate need to fill your mouth with his cum. "Yeah, babe... just like that," he pants, his hips snapping up to meet each bob of your head.

His hand finally brushes against your throbbing member, giving it a firm squeeze. "But let's see if you can handle more than just my cock," he teases, his voice dripping with lust. With deft movements, he flips both of you over so that you're lying on top of him, straddling his waist. Now it's your turn to be pinned beneath his weight as he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

As his tongue explores your mouth, Eddie's hand grips your cock firmly, pumping it in sync with the deep kisses. The sudden change in position had you gasping into Eddie's kiss, your body arching up into his touch. Your own hands roamed his back, nails digging into his skin as pleasure coursed through you.

Breaking the kiss, you leaned back just enough to look down at him, your lips swollen and flushed. "Fuck, Eddie... you're so good with your hands..." you panted, your hips grinding down against his strokes.

Your own hand reached up to cup his cheek, pulling him back in for another heated kiss. As much as you loved the attention on your cock, there was something about being pinned beneath him that sent shivers of delight straight to your core. The sensation of your hardened nipples pressing into his chest drives Eddie wild with desire. He breaks the kiss again, panting heavily as he looks up at you. "I want to hear you scream my name," he growls, his grip on your cock tightening even more.

With swift movements, he positions himself between your spread thighs, aligning his throbbing member at your entrance. "Ready for me, babe?" he asks, his voice low and husky with arousal. Without waiting for a reply, he thrusts upwards, burying himself inside you in one fluid motion.

A loud groan escapes him as he feels the tight warmth enveloping him completely. "Holy shit, Y/N... you're so tight..." he murmurs, pausing momentarily to adjust to the incredible feeling of being buried balls-deep inside you. The sudden fullness had you crying out, your back arching off the bed as pleasure rippled through you. "Fuck, Eddie... so deep..." you moaned, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist to keep him inside you.

Your hands found purchase on his shoulders, gripping them tightly as he began to move. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine, making your toes curl. "More... please, more..." you begged, pushing your hips up to meet his.

Your cock throbbed painfully against your belly, neglected and leaking precum. But right now, all you could think about was how amazing Eddie felt inside you. Eddie grins wickedly at your pleas, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "Like that, do ya?" he taunts, his pace quickening as he begins to pound into you relentlessly.

Each thrust hits deeper, harder, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding you to meet his thrusts perfectly. "Gonna make you mine, Y/N... gonna fill you up till you can't remember anyone else's name but mine," he promises, his voice laced with raw lust.

The sound of your bodies slapping together fills the room, punctuated by your moans and his deep groans. Eddie leans forward, biting down softly on your shoulder as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. The pain from his bite mixed with the pleasure of his thrusts had you seeing stars. "Yes! Fuck, Eddie... I'm yours!" you cried out, your orgasm building rapidly at the base of your spine.

Your cock twitched and leaked precum onto your stomach, begging for attention that you couldn't afford to give it right now. All you cared about was the way Eddie filled you up, stretching you deliciously wide with every thrust.

"You're so big... so fucking perfect..." you panted, your inner walls clenching around him instinctively. The compliment spurs Eddie on even more, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own climax. "You're gonna make me cum, Y/N... fuck, you're so damn tight..." he grunts, feeling his balls tighten with each pounding stroke.

He reaches down between your bodies, his fingers closing around your neglected cock. A few rough tugs have precum coating his palm before he starts stroking you in time with his thrusts. "Cum for me, babe... show me how much you love having my dick inside you," he commands, his voice strained with effort.

As much as he loves the feeling of being buried deep within you, Eddie needs to see you unravel under his touch – he needs to know that you're just as lost in pleasure as he is. Eddie's words and actions pushed you over the edge. "Oh god, Eddie... I'm cumming!" you screamed, your vision going white as your orgasm ripped through you. Your cock pulsed in Eddie's hand, spurting ropes of hot cum across your abdomen and chest. The intense pleasure made your inner walls clamp down on Eddie's shaft, milking him for all he was worth.

"Fill me up, Eddie... please!" You begged, not caring how desperate you sounded. You needed to feel him come inside you, marking you as his. And judging by the look on his face, he was close too. The sight of your release sends Eddie hurtling over the precipice. "FUCK, Y/N!" he roars, his hips slamming into you one final time as he explodes inside your welcoming heat.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over him as he fills you to the brim with his hot seed. His grip on your cock tightens, stroking you through the aftershocks until you're spent and limp in his grasp. Breathing heavily, Eddie collapses on top of you, his softening member still buried deep within your sated body. "Damn, sweetheart.. that was intense," he pants, nuzzling into the crook of your neck affectionately.

After a moment, he carefully pulls out, watching as his cum leaks out of your well-fucked hole. You whimpered softly as he pulled out. "Eddie.." you mumbled. Rolling off of you and onto his side, Eddie pulls you close, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you snug against his chest. "You okay, babe?" he asks, concern etched across his features. His other hand idly traces patterns on your lower back, his touch gentle yet possessive. "That was some ride, huh? Never been fucked like that before," he admits, a smirk playing on his lips.

Despite the intensity of what just happened, there's a warm glow spreading through you, making you feel content and satisfied. "So.." You panted. "Are we like.. together now?... o- or is this a one-time thing?" You asked, exhausted. Eddie chuckles softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. "Well, sweetheart, I'd say we've got something special here," he says, his voice low and soothing. "One time wasn't nearly enough for me." He trails his fingers along your spine, sending shivers down your body. "How about we make this official? Be boyfriends... or whatever you wanna call us." His eyes sparkle with excitement and anticipation.

"I mean, if you're cool with it, I'd love to explore this whole relationship thing with you, Y/N." He gives your hip a playful squeeze, his smile growing wider. "What do you say, babe?" You nodded. "Yeah.." you murmured. "Steve's probably making breakfast by now.." You groaned, slowly trying to sit up. "Breakfast can wait," Eddie replies, pulling you back down onto the bed. "We've got plenty of time to catch up on our sleep later." He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his gaze lingering on your flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance. "Let's just stay here for a bit longer," he suggests, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

There's a comfortable silence between you two, broken only by the occasional soft sigh or whispered word. It's peaceful, intimate, and exactly what you need after such an intense encounter. You slowly close your eyes as you rest against his body, your head against his chest as you listen to his heartbeat. Content to simply hold you, Eddie listens to the steady rhythm of your heart echoing against his ribcage. "This is nice," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble beneath you. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. "I could get used to this," he adds, a hint of happiness creeping into his tone.

For once, the worries and stress of the world outside seem far away, replaced by the warmth of your body pressed against his and the comforting sound of your breaths mingling with his own. "Mmmh..." You hummed, snuggling closer to him. "Steve's gonna be mad if the kids managed to hear what we did..." You chuckled. "Well, let 'em hear it," Eddie retorts, a teasing glint in his eye. "They're teenagers. They've probably heard worse from their friends." He leans down to capture your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. "Besides, Steve knows we're adults. We can handle ourselves," he adds with a note of pride in his voice. With another soft peck on your forehead, he settles back into the pillow, his arms never leaving your body. You smiled at his words, resting your cheek against his chest again. "You really think so?" you asked, looking up at him. "Even though we were kinda loud?"

"Yeah, I do," Eddie assures you, his hands continuing their lazy exploration of your body. "And trust me, sweetheart, I plan on getting even louder with you." He punctuates his statement with a playful nip on your earlobe, causing you to squirm in delight. "But for now, let's just enjoy this quiet moment. No noise, no interruptions... just us." With that, he pulls you even closer, his body molding perfectly against yours as if designed to fit seamlessly with yours.

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(Yes, Steve was very annoyed when Dustin and the others told him that they had heard the two of you have sex, lol)

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie coded #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson things #eddie munson x you

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marunalu · 1 year ago

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Careful long rant incomming! If you are a bakugou fan its better to not read any further, so you are warned!

So regarding the new chapter. Well, like I already said, when I actually didnt believe hori could turn bakugous fake death and resurrecction even more terrible then it already was to begin with, he surprised me again. Its just SO bad!!! I have no idea what he thought when he wrote that bullshit and I really dont get how some people can defend it. I have seen many MANY terrible written fake deaths in fiction, but bakugous takes the crone! It didnt contributed ANYTHING to the story! It was just there to shock the readers and that backfired so hard that even hardcore bakugou fans were like "yeah right.... as if hori has the balls to kill his biggest money maker off". It was written in such a cheap way that NO ONE believed even for a second that bakugou would really stay dead and it pissed people on both sides (bakugou lovers and haters) off! And then, just to proof that it was indeed just for the shock value, right in the next chapter best jeanist and edgeshot come to the rescue. And in fact the most unlogical rescue I have EVER seen in shonen! They do a heart surgery on bakugou IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLEFIELD, with edgeshot desinfecting himself with SOAP BUBBLES before entering bakugous body and him and best jeanist stitching up bakugous RAPTURED heart and the hole in his chest, without giving him any oxygen or a blood transfusion for 30 MINUTES and he still didnt fucking die!!! Two guys with ZERO medical knowledge managed all of this, but now comes the best!!! They couldnt make his freshly operated heart beat again (lets also completly ignore the bloodlose and lacking oxygen!!!) so WHAT does it instead? A FUCKING SWEATDROP?????? THAT EXPLODED IN HIS BODY AND MADE HIS HEART BEAT AGAIN??????

WHAT THE FUCK HORI????? 🤣🤣🤣🤣 How can anyone defend that shit?!?! Listen you dont need to be a medical genius to know that a small exlosion near a heart will absolutely not make it beat again!!! Honestly I think, just like @tengoku-izumi mentioned in the comment section of one of my posts that hori is aware how terrible he fucked up bakugous "death" and resurrecction to the point even bakugou fans had to facepalm themself and now is desperately trying to explain his crap writing. There was ZERO reason for this! Bakugous "death" didnt do ANYTHING for the story! If he wanted bakugou out of the way for a while to focus on other characters he didnt had to "kill" him just to resurrecct him in the VERY NEXT chapter! And now he didnt even had the balls to kill off edgeshot despite that it was said, he wouldnt be able to return! 🤣🤣🤣

Absolutely no one of the hero side fucking dies in this final WAR, how I am supposed to care or be worried about the chatacters if I know for a fact that hori doesnt have the balls to kill them off. Its supposed to be a war! People DIE in war and not only the bad guys! At this point he could rip someones head off and I wouldnt be worried at all that the character doesnt survive!

Now lets go to the bakugou vs afo fight. First off, the mere thought that bakugou should be able to FIGHT after he just woke up from a heart surgery, lost A LOT of blood, didnt got any oxygen for HALF AN HOUR, but still for some fucking reason can fight against the main villain now, is the most utterly ridiculous plot armour shit I have ever seen! He shouldnt even be able to MOVE!! And now BAKUGOU gets to fight the main villain AGAIN, not the actual mc of the story, NO the most horrible written side character in shonen history?!?! Are you fucking kidding me??? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

It almost feels like as if hori all of a sudden realized that bakugou is the only more prominent character in the story who doesnt have his own villain and was like: "uhmmm well uhhhhhh.... lets just give him the main villain then." At this point its not my hero academia anymore but "bakugous hero academia". Not only is he the one who safes all might (I would be fine with that even if he shouldnt be able to move in his condition), he also gets to fight the main villain, while the mcs fight against shigaraki till to this point happend almost completly OFFSCREEN!!!

There is just one good thing about the fact that bakugou fights afo. It proofes even more that there is a connection between afo and izuku. Hori really REALLY doesnt want izuku and afo to interact (yet) with each other! He is hiding something. There is no reason to not let afo and izuku see and interact with each other. Afo is the main villain and NOT ONCE did he and izuku directly talk or see each other face to face. And I think its maybe because izuku would recognize afo. There is no reason otherwise. Hori could still make bakugou fight against afo, AFTER afo managed to reach izuku and tomura but he stupornly makes sure afo and izuku dont interact and thats suspicious as hell! Also Im still confident that afo has an ace up his sleeve (like the overhaul quirk for example). Also this is the perfect oppunity for afo to mention little tsubasa (on of bakugous childhood friends/minions) and to explain what happend to him. Espicially if afo actually wanted to turn bakugou into a nomou, but he had to be fine with tsubasa, because bakugou was always to close to izuku to vanish unnoticed.

All in all it was an horrible written chapter. The worst hori has written so far. Bakugous plot armour really destroys this manga for me. I think I really need a break.

#bnha #bnha spoiler #bnha dad for one #anti bakugou #anti katsuki bakugou

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jaycesirlgf · 2 years ago

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a guy/honey drabble :3

note: this is set pre-confession! think maybe a couple weeks before the events of the valentines video :3 also, my headcanon is that honey's a wolf shifter so that might make more sense in the last couple paragraphs :3 also, i wrote the last bit at 2am, forgive me, its shit. not proofread. lowercase intended!

warnings: none! pure fluff :3

the clacking of your keyboard in the room across from his could very well have driven him insane. his eyes leaped between the image of his slightly creaked open door, and the hallway; contemplating exiting his den of serenity for the first time in what felt like years. he’d already received a, long, winded, well deserved lecture on the ethics of disturbing his favorite roommate’s focus in regards to their ever-so important essay. he had then, of course, argued the ethics, and, to put it in his words, the point of starting an essay three weeks in advance, which earned him quite a…terrifying glare.

guy’s mind wandered for, ten, maybe fifteen minutes, pondering whether to interrupt his cherished friend’s self-inflicted torture. friend. had they considered him a friend? would they ever even think of, perhaps, being.. more? he hadn’t even noticed when the excruciatingly loud typing had long halted. the fumbling of the doorknob across him interrupted his thought process. a rather, show stopping pair of eyes met his. his breath hitched.

“hi” guy was grinning, as usual, (his voice had always skipped an octave up when he was around them.)

“hi. sorry for.. uh. sorry for yelling, earlier, i mean.” they whispered, looking down at the bleak carpet below the two.

“oh?!” he chipped, “well, you’re forgiven, though you’re still very, very mean, i hope you know.” his smirk sent butterflies through their stomach, electric currents through their veins. he eyed the smile (which they’d tried to hide) creeping onto their gorgeous face.

“hey, guy?” their voice was like honey.

“mm, w. what?” he stumbled, voice wavering. eyes dancing up from their lips.

“wanna watch a movie? um. with me?” their hands fidgeted with the thread of their shirt. “uh. kayla’s at her boyfriends place for the night.. i was just, you know, wondering if you wanted to. no pressure.”

guy smiled, warmly,

“aaoow… how romantic!” his giggles bounced off the walls, filling their ears with nothing but sweetness.

“urgh.” they sighed with utter exasperation, “yknow what. nevermind.” they rolled their eyes, turning to face their bedroom, defensively.

“NO nononono no. no!” he whined, grinning through his words and grabbing their hand, giddily spinning them back around. “i’d love to, honeyyy!” he teased. his nimble hands began to tug them towards the living room as they groaned, heavily, at the petname.

“oh, come on.” they groaned, “that’s not even what werewolves look like, not even close!” facepalming, they leaned backwards, pushing guy’s shoulder against theirs. his breath caught, not focusing on the poorly edited, skinny, man-like ‘werewolf’ displayed charmingly across the tv screen.

“how would you know? you’ve never seen a werewolf before.. for all that you know, that COULD be an accurate representation.. you don’t know!!” his smirk was almost engraved into their mind.

“well, howdya know i’m not a werewolf?” they murmured, their face dead straight, not a sight of humor behind the phrase.

“i don’t.” he spoke, definitively, “buuut it wouldn’t surprise me.. you’ve got the grumbly, dare i say, emo.. attitude to back it up.” he uttered, “OW! owww shitshitshitshitshit stoooop!!” the pitch of his voice stepping higher as they hit him, forcibly with the largest pillow in reach.

“you’re just proving my point, sweetcheeks!”

#this is bad #im HORRIBLE at dialogue sorri guys #also first fic on tumblr !#woah!#crazy!#could u tell i was watching harry potter #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted guy

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amypihcs · 7 months ago

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Another chapter and we meet a new friend!

HELLOHELLO! What would you say if I said that Watson made a kind description of a client? Weird, innit? A not-too-bisexual description even! Let's dive into this, ladies, gentlemen, in between and outside of it!

And we start with a calm, relaxed Holmes in his dressing gown, he didn't quite want to wake up, but be sure, his neurons are connected (coffee helped.). And there's the famous sir Henry! Why, Watson! Seems a nice description from you! Let's see what happens!

OOOH! Things start getting spicy i see! Holmes 'thinks out little puzzles' and our Baskerville has one for him! What a nice thing!

The letter is nothing too weird, just a piece of paper with glued on words to form a message... or is it?

For starters our dear Holmes has a suspect. Someone is following Sir Henry.

-sigh-

HOLMES! You are the very one who ordered Mortimer not to tell a word to Henry - bloody - Baskerville about The Hound of the Baskervilles so like. You COULD stand on avoiding just talking over his head that way? Since he clearly knows SHIT of it!

Now give this guy his answer! -Facepalming Watson in background-

Well. back to the letter. Would you hand me the newspaper, darling?

yep. that madman (affictionated) had proceeded to pick up an article and read it aloud. Then ask Watson what was he thinking of it.

I believe few people would fault Mortimer for thinking Holmes JUST A TAD CRAZY.

And indeed it WAS connected! Holmes was just being his autistic self and not explaining! The words cut for the letters all come from that article!

-holmes and mortimer autisming out of their special interests follows; unfortunately phrenology. sigh. is there. oh well.-

Sir Henry: Gents? back to focus, pls?

You INTERRUPT Holmes? You INTERRUPT his infodumping about his special interest to another man as autistic as he is?!

OOOH! OOOH! CORRECTION AT EVERY LITTLE SLIP FOR SIR HENRY! Corre-

Okay, Watson, stop glaring, please.

Holmes continues his deductions about how the message was assembled and then. MORTIMER. PLEASE.

HE NEVER GUESSES!

You should know! Now you get yet one more supercazzola of deductions! On pens. And ink.

You did this to yourself, don't bother me about it! You MUST have seen Watson groaning as you spoke.

HERE! he's bored now! Nothing interesting from that sheet of paper! Bah!

Now, anything more interesting happened?

Nothing, nothing... but they stole a boot from him! Mortimer once more calls it a trifle, holmes ONCE MORE tells mortimer to shut the heck up and then OOOOON we go with the legend!

NOW this is messy stuff! A man can't decide on his feet! Shall we see each other later?

Say, for lunch?

H: Alright, alright, it's settled, au revoir. -they get out- WATSON RUN, GET DRESSED, WE'RE FOLLOWING THEM NOWNOWNOW RUUUUN!

W: A moment you madman, where the hell do you find the energy!

But he's as always ready at the drop of a hat, can't say that he lost any of the readiness of his military times, our Watson!

And then they're out and Holmes just glues himself to Watson's arm and just wants to have a walk with his darling <3

THAT MAN! COME, RUN!

W: I knew he had a plan <3

But surprise surprise. The man escapes them!

Holmes, once more glued to Watson: FAAAAILURE. Watson, my dear Watson, my HONEST Watson, you will also record this and remember that your beloved is but a fallible man

W: Sure he is - patpat - especially when it comes to tidying our rooms up. W: Well, i suppose stuff like this happens...

Well, turns out that Holmes did much more than Watson expected! Now to continue the investigation!

They send a kid to check waste paper bins around hotels and plan to check for the carriage. And then lunch!

And we'll see what happens next in the next episode!

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #dr john watson #victorian husbands #Hound of the baskervilles read with thick yaoi goggles

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just-jordie-things · 9 months ago

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Now Jordie, hold up. HOLD. UP.

You can't just write "he witnessed the boy's attempts at wooing you. and let's just say he wasn't impressed. megumi was a wreck at worst and a mess at best." and not expect me to call Gojo out on his bullshit.

We all know that man wouldn't be slick. He's pretty and he THINKS he has a lot of rizz (which is true when it comes to women he doesn't particularly care for much), but unfortunately, he's also a huge mess when it comes to the one woman he actually has some form of romantic feelings for.

Consider this, he's out with the trio and there's a random woman who is really gorgeous and yuji somehow ends up betting that gojo couldn't rizz her up. Of course gojo defends his pride, walks up to the random woman and EASILY rizzes her up. It barely takes him a minute to get her number, which obviously leaves Yuji more than impressed. Megumi just rolls his eyes cause he knows how easy Gojo's game is when he doesn't like someone. (He witnessed the trials and errors of Gojo's flirting before).

Cue a few weeks later, Yaga's niece returns to Tokyo after years of studying abroad, now she joins in Jujutsu High as new teacher and Gojo is immediately smitten. He can barely take his eyes of you, he's convinced he never saw a prettier woman, but not only that!! When you open your mouth and talk to him he's hearing heaven's bells. There's no woman with a sweeter voice than you, he'll bet his entire fortune on it, and hot damn, you know your stuff. You're so smart and knowledgable, you#re such a skilled fighter too, he's so surprised because MY GOD YOU CANT JUST BE SO PERFECT??

Well, there's one issue... him. He can't talk to you. He tries, and tries, and tries, but he always messes up. Never being able to string together a full or coherent sentence and it's getting embarrassing. In front of the students he's avoiding you. (He doesn't want them to see him failing miserably) So naturally his students think that Gojo just doesn't like you for some reason. They can't believe it, you're so sweet and Nobara instantly thought that you two would be great together because you just seemed to fit so well. (and she saw you not taking any shit from the third years, you're tough and would be the perfect match for their teacher)

The three come up with the plan to get you to interact "spontaneously", in terms of Yuji and Megumi talking to Gojo while you're just randomly walking along with Nobara and they're basically playing Parent Trap, which Megumi only begrudginly indulges.

And that's when it happens. That's when the three finally realise why Gojo avoids you in front of them as if you had the black plague, because he blushes and get's flustered and rambles and stumbles over his words and when he wants to ask for your number he stupidly says "can you give me a number" instead of anything remotely sweet. Yuji is shocked, Nobara rolls her eyes and Megumi just facepalms because he knows that the more Gojo likes someone the worse his attempts at flirting are, and the way he messes up now means you have his heart in a choke hold, you just don't know it yet.

........

Okay this was supposed to be short and cute... idk what happened there

OMMGGG STEF THIS IS GOLDEN THIS DESERVES A MULTI PART FIC NOT JUST AN ASK IN MY INBOX AAAAAHHH

you hearing about gojo and his rizz and lowkey expecting the worst. but you meet him and he's almost kinda... pathetic? like who is this man?? what happened to the smooth talking bastard your uncle warned you about?

are you really expected to believe that this man who's blushing and rambling on about the most random bullshit is the guy you were warned would probably hit on you? wait, is this his way of hitting on you?

oh my god, you have to mess with him by being the smooth talking flirt !!!

also, megumi deserves to watch gojo struggle and suffer in front of the woman he's been crushing on like a child.

#satoru brainrot #nanami flowershop anon #satoru x reader

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stereklyrics · 2 years ago

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Au where Stiles and Derek got married on their way back to Beacon Hills and as soon as they help Scott and his Pack with all the shit, they leave again. Stiles ends up becoming a famous actor and Derek ends up becoming a famous writer.

Derek asks Stiles if he could write a book (maybe a book series) about them, but with enough things made up so anyone who knows them would never know it's about them, Stiles says it's okay. So Derek writes it and it becomes a bestseller, and a studio even offers to buy the rights to make a movie about the books, which Derek agrees, but with the condition that he would be involved in the script and that he wanted Stiles to play the main character, because he trusts only Stiles with this. The studio agrees and Stiles is like "Sourwolf, babe, you really didn't need to do this. I would've auditioned for it if you wanted me to. " and Derek says "I know, and I trust your talent. But these people are way too blind sometimes, and you're the only one that I trust with this part. So I had to make sure..." Stiles kisses Derek and says "I know. But please, don't do this again. " and Derek nods.

Stiles and Derek are very private about their personal lives, they barely answer questions about it, so it's a bit of a surprise when Stiles slips in an interview and says "Yeah, it's a honor to get to bring to life a character that my husband wrote so thoughtfully." Stiles realizes the moment he says it and is panicking inside, but outside he's just smiling, as he totally meant to out himself and Derek like that, and Derek who's watching the interview from home just facepalms, because leave it to Stiles to accidentally talk about their personal lives and out them as a MARRIED couple. He sends Stiles a text like "And that's why Kira and Cora barely book interviews for you. I'm not mad though, so just relax babe" Stiles only sees the text after the interview is over, but he's relieved that Derek is not mad. He knows that Cora and Kira will kill him, though.

So the first day of filming the movie comes. Derek went to the studio with Stiles, so he could meet the rest of the cast and if the real reason that he went there was to see his husband acting live, then nobody needed to know.

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babeeesss so i got two new tats today and now I'm thinking about Eddie being with you and whispering praise in your ear as the artist keeps going. God just imagine him saying 19 & i think 20 on the promot list while you're just like "stop, not here not right now" THAT FUCKER KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HEA DOING AND IT LEADS TO A HOT AND HEAVY MAKE OUT IN THE BACK OF THE VAN

this was really fun to write hehehe, also i hope the tattoo scene is somewhat accurate, i am still a tat virgin 🥲

pov: eddie, the boob man, is obsessed with your new underboob tattoo ♡

18+ duh, reader gets a tattoo so mentions of needles, there is a scene of eddie playing with reader's boobs, fingering f!receiving, explicit language, 1.6K words oops, beta read by @dungeons-are-too-cold

"you're doing so well, baby," eddie whispered, meeting your cheek for the softest kiss imaginable.

"eddie, she literally just put the stencil on," you sassed.

"see? you're doing great already. someone i know once ran out of the tattoo shop before he ever finished signing the safety waiver."

you smirked, holding back a series of laughs. "did his name happen to be teddy bunson?"

eddie’s lips scrunched into a thin line, his expression one of slight indignation. still, he leaned down and left a kiss to your hair, whispering, "something like that."

soon enough, the tattoo artist had finished cleaning her tools and was ready to 'ink you up' as she'd called it earlier. for someone covered in ink and piercings herself, her personality read one and the same with a unicorn.

the machine came to life with a string of vibrations. you were sure your heart was buzzing in time with it. the artist leaned over your midsection and looked up at you with an eager smile.

"now, i need you to breathe your nose for this part, ok?" she instructed, easing the tattoo gun ever so closer to your skin.

you nodded, watching as the needles pressed into your skin. you released a steady breath, settling into the pain. a good pain, you told yourself.

"and we have contact!" the artist said with a giggle, still intently focused on her work.

eddie bent down close to your ear, and by the smirk on his lips, you already knew that whatever was about to come out of his mouth would make you either blush or want to scream at him, probably both. "breathe through your nose for this part. now, where have you heard that before?"

ok, maybe he'd make you want to do some other third thing: suffocate him with your bare hands.

the artist must've heard or gathered what eddie whispered, because you could see the outline of her teeth clamping down on the inside of her mouth as she held back a laugh. she knows eddie too well, you thought to yourself.

"edwin, can you at least try to act civilized?" you tried to scold, though you were pretty sure it sounded more like begging.

the pain ramped up as the gun glided across your sternum. "shit," you exhaled a breath you didn't know you'd been holding.

"funny. that's usually the word that follows my instructions too."

every curl, every strand of hair, you wanted so desperately to rip it off his head and feed it to him.

"eddie, if i make it out alive after this, i'm gonna kill you," you said. promised, even.

the tattoo artist let out a chuckle. "trust me, it's definitely not the worst i've heard. you'd be surprised at the things i've heard guys say when they watch their girlfriends get sternum tats."

"she's right, you know," eddie said with a pout. it was one you wanted to simultaneously kiss and smack off his face. "you can't expect me to act normal when your pretty titties are out on display like that."

if you had the physical strength to facepalm, you would've, but by this point, the pain was becoming a little too overwhelming for you to talk or move through, so you settled for a world-record-breaking eye roll.

"that's why i don't usually let boyfriends in for sternum tats. i remember now," the artist said through chuckles, not once looking up from her work. "you're lucky eddie is a friend of mine."

about four hours had gone by, filled with nearly unbearable pain and absolutely unbearable annoyance, driven by eddie of course, when the artist was finally finished with your tattoo. you nearly cried at how beautiful her work had turned out, and when you turned to look at eddie, he wore a matching face of sheer excitement and shock.

it was two little vines of wildflowers under each of your breasts, met in the middle by a poppy on your lower sternum. poppies were eddie's birth month flower, but they had also been your favorite since childhood, so you figured if things went south for you and eddie (even though you highly doubted they would), you wouldn't have such a hard time separating the two from each other.

after she'd told you all about how to properly care for it and you'd said your thank yous and goodbyes, eddie led you out to the van, pecking soft kisses on your ear every couple feet.

"what are you doing?" you asked, an eyebrow cocking upward as he pulled you toward the back of the van.

he swiftly opened the white doors before gripping your waist, lifting you into his 'miniature man cave' as you'd deemed it. "getting a better look at that tattoo."

while the outside of the van may have been freshly painted white, the inside was everything but. the previously beige carpet had been ripped out and replaced with shaggy, orange carpet. a tiny, blue bin filled with throw pillows and blankets sat in the corner, next to eddie's emergency water bottle stash. mini brown curtains with groovy flowers hung over the windows, the tops decorated with beaded valances you'd helped eddie string together.

he pushed you back against the shabby carpet, pulling himself in behind you and closing the van doors with a loud slam. eddie made grabby hands at your oversized shirt like a child, but you weren't giving in that easily.

"eddie, i can't believe how you acted in there," you scoffed, your arms crossing lightly so as to not touch your chest. "you were childish. and an asshole."

he pouted, his eyes darting away from you. "i'm sorry. i just couldn't help myself though. you have such beautiful tits, how could i resist?"

"well, i'm not sure if you were aware, but we were in public," you scolded. "you could've at least tried to act like you have some decency."

he hovered over you, leaving kisses all over your neck. "next time, i'll look away, i promise. or better yet, i'll cover them so i can't see them. how's that sound?"

something close to annoyance bubbled under your skin. "you'll just look for any excuse to touch my tits, won't you?"

his lips met the crook of your neck again, sucking hard enough that you were sure it would leave a bruise later. "maybe," he pouted, releasing his lips from your skin.

his hands glided down to the hem of your shirt, tugging lightly at the ends of it. "do you mind," he paused, running a thumb along one of your love handles, "if i take a closer look at your new ink, baby?"

you nodded your head, letting out a sigh. "go ahead, love."

he slowly peeled the cotton over your head, his cock becoming hard as your tattoo came into view. he was careful not to touch it, careful around the plastic wrap that sat on your skin, but gently let his hands slip up to your breasts. his cold fingertips met your perky nipples as he sighed. "beautiful. absolutely fucking beautiful."

his fingers moved in gentle circles over your tits, occasionally pinching and flicking at them the way he knew you loved. "i know this was your first tattoo, but i hope to hell it wasn't your last, babe. i think i'd die a happy man just seeing your beautiful skin covered in ink."

eddie sunk his mouth onto one of your nipples, the other still sensitive under his touch. he pulled off your boob with a pop before asking, "mind if i stay like this for a while?"

heat pooled in your stomach as he licked and nipped at your boob. "go ahead. i'll die a happy woman seeing you like this."

as he continued to work at your tits, a nagging desire popped into your mind, and it seemed almost involuntary as your hand slid down your body. you stalled around your thighs, dragging small circles on your skin, before dipping under the waistbands of your sweatpants and panties.

he hadn't even noticed it until you let out an unintended, "fuck, eds."

eddie moved his hand from your boob down to your arm, pulling your hand swiftly out of your clothes. all he said was, "mine," before replacing your hand with his own, moving his opposite hand back to your neglected nipple.

his rough fingers inched inside your cunt. hearing your slick squelching against the digits as his mouth worked at your breast, occasionally leaving bites and nips at the hardened bud, it was driving you absolutely crazy.

his fingers pumped against your g-spot, and you were close, really close. "oh, fuck, eddie. please," you whimpered, your hands gripping the carpet so hard, you were sure you would rip it out when you released it.

eddie didn't say anything, just kept on what he was doing. his rings were cold against you, adding to your sensitivity. as he thrusted his fingers harder, you couldn't get enough of it.

"yes, yes, yes," you repeated, and as his mouth clamped down on your tit once again, the coil in your stomach snapped and your orgasm rushed through your veins.

his fingers pumped even faster as they worked you through your high, and the only thing you could manage was, "fuck, eddie!" as he trailed his mouth from your tit to your lips, a delicious string of spit trailing up your body.

he let go of your lips, long enough to let you catch your breath. a cheeky smile came over his face as he said, "gorgeous. absolutely gorgeous, baby."

you attempted to catch your breath, watching as his hands went back to playing with your breasts. "oh, eddie," you sighed, your eyes glazed over and focused on one thing: him.

"so pretty," he said, his mouth meeting your tit again. he kissed them gently, making sure not to work them too hard. "can't believe you didn't get one of these tats sooner, baby."

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