#i genuinely feel loved when women give me pet names

[zoobiefish]

Me when a man calls me “sweetie”: 😐😬🙄😡🖕

Me when a woman calls me “sweetie”: 🥺💞👉👈

[kuronanox]

Domestic life - Hybrid Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

"Well fortunately we have these hybrids that are to be put down in a few days if you don't like the other selections." A man in his forties tells (Your Name) as he opens the door to another hall with different hybrids, males and females. "A lot of them are all bark no bite. They still want to see another living day. Give them another chance in life and you'll see how amazing theses creatures are." He genuinely says with fondness petting some from outside the cage letting her walk around and decide. "Thanks give me a few minutes I would like to look around."

She was amazed with some of the hybrids. There were talks that people kept hybrid for sports or they were treated poorly in society. She felt sadden with the state of the world and decided she would like to keep one until it was ready to leave her house and starts its life anew again. She thought maybe adopting would be a great idea for some of these hybrids that needed a little love but ultimately she decided to buy one to set free later.

While walking up and down the aisle she came across some that didn't seem aggressive or others that didn't seem to care of her presence. There was one in particular that caught her eyes. A blue and white panther asleep in its cage with his body curled up in an awkward position. His description read that he was used for sport and was filed to be put down for misbehavior and his aggressiveness.

"I want this one." She tells the sales man as he gives her a worried look of her choice of hybrid. Panthers can be aggressive and closed off. They also are not good for starting families as they can get possessive of their owners.

Grimmjow ears perks up from the small conversion outside his cage as he opened his sleepy eyes to take a glimpse. "Must be the those pest coming to kill me" he thinks as he slowly processes his surroundings before his ears fully perk up.

"But I want him, I've had experience with aggressive hybrids in the past. You said some of them needed another chance and I want to be the one to give it to him." Grimmjow hears the female voice say with aggression towards the sales man who he's come to dislike. Any person who has came to buy him the sales man has told them no because he was too much to handle.

Irritation overcame Grimmjow as he lunged towards the sales man and hissed baring his teeth. "See I think Grimmy agrees with me!" (Your Name) proudly says with her hands on her hips beaming with pride.

"Tch the hell is this women talking about?"

The sales man sighs and looks at her crazy before giving up and nodding. "Alright but we have some paperwork to fill and also I'm giving you a number to call if he decides to attack you. Don't say I didn't warn you."

The process was fairly easy, Grimmjow had all his shots and was in a healthy state. They had to sedate him a few times because he had injured a few staff but after spending weeks here the aggression had settled down.

"He's not too bad honestly, give him time to adjust and he won't give you a hard time. He keeps to himself." A hybrid name Nel says from behind the desk as she typed in all the information needed for (Your Name) and her new hybrid Grimmjow.

"Thanks I'll keep that in mind."

When Grimmjows cage opened he didn't move, he thought maybe the sales man worked his magic and convinced the women he wasn't worth saving but he opened his eyes again to see her waiting for him to leave his cage. The feeling was foreign usually they had chains put onto him so he wouldn't escape but she was letting him walk free. Grimmjow wasn't gonna complain she bought him so he was gonna use all her stuff for free and finally get some rest from all these other hybrids giving him a headache. Well he did feel a little sorry for some to never see the light of day again.

Grimmjow in his animal form slowly checked his surroundings before making his way out the cage. "Well you're gonna live with me now. Let's go home." (Your Name) softly says allowing him to walk freely without chains or a leash.

Grimmjow stalks her from behind before ultimately getting bored she wasn't frightened of him. He was asleep most the car ride home. The cage was too noisy of other hybrids talking, yelling or crying. It was nice listening to white noise for once. As the car came to an abrupt stop Grimmjow growled at her for disturbing his sleep.

She paid no mind to him opening the door and letting Grimmjow out. "Come on, the car's comfortable but not as comfortable as a house." She tells him.

A house, he doesn't remember a time he's been in one. Stalking after her once again he was fast to check his surroundings before making his way in.

"Home sweet home!" She calls to him running to the couch to lay down. "By the way, I know hybrids can be in their animal and human form but don't feel pressured to change if you don't want to. I also know you can talk." (Your Name) tells Grimmjow as he walks around the house giving it a good sniff, checking if it's safe.

With nothing much to do he ignores her and hops onto the other couch closing his eyes. Grimmjow checks off that she was no danger to him and he could easily kill her if she tried something.

"Kay well I'll start dinner and show you to your room." (Your Name) says before leaning towards the kitchen and opening the fridge.

He didn't care, he was gonna freeload off her and make this home his whether she liked him or not.

Grimmjow dozed off to sleep again before he smelt something delicious catch his nose. They say curiosity killed the cat and he couldn't help but leap off the couch to investigate the delicious smell. His walks were silent as he stalked towards the kitchen.

(Your Name) was searing chunks of meat for him as he watched from afar. She was listening to music from her speakers while reading a recipe off her phone. While turning to plate everything up she felt startled from Grimmjow watching her. He was so quiet she didn't hear his footsteps.

"Oh jeez don't scare me like that, I could have dropped our dinner." She scowls a bit before pouting and placing it on the table.

Grimmjow smirks at her reaction before inching his way towards the food.

She set it on the floor and he gives her a demanding look. "What? You don't want to change out of that form and you're too big to sit on a chair so you have to eat from the floor."

He rolls his eyes mentally at her before taking the pieces of meat and ripping them to sheds. The food was good, he couldn't get enough of it. Before Grimmjow knew it the food was already gone and he was looking up at her with angry eyes. (Your Name) was lost in thoughts answering emails that a paw swiped her leg.

She looked down to see the food gone and she softly chuckled before getting up and getting some chicken she had stored. "Here, eat up." She tells him before finishing her dinner as well.

Grimmjow room was nice, the bed was big there was a drawl and desk as well as clothes. What most excited him the most was the pillows and blankets but he would never let her know that part. His tail was happily twitching but if (Your Name) saw she didn't comment on it.

"Kay well this is where the problem lays. You reek and need a shower." She tells him as Grimmjow turns to growl at her but she throws up a water sprayer to his face.

"Don't threaten me now or I'll spray you with water." She says as Grimmjow hissed and the water she sprayed hits his tongue and he retaliates from it.

Without much of a fight Grimmjow eventually gets into a tub of water and lets her wash him. Although he isn't so happy and his ears are down.

(Your Name) was calm as she scrubbed him lightly and made sure not to touch his sensitive parts. "There, isn't so bad is it? Promise you'll be safe here." She tells him as Grimmjow looks at her with eyes that are unreadable.

With the night getting late she leaves him to his room and leaves him alone for the rest of it.

"Good night." She tells him before going into her room for the rest of the night.

After a few months their routine was pretty standard and much didn't change. (Your Name) would feed him a big breakfast before leaving to work and returning during her breaks to feed him again before leaving again. Grimmjow was feeling a little lonely without her yapping at him. She yapped about the most random things he didn't understand. He still appreciated having her as company sometimes. Grimmjow never spoke to her though, he was frustrated that (Your Name) was getting under his skin. Pride settled into him most days and when he wanted something he would put a paw on her or nudge his head across her legs.

One evening she came home very late and Grimmjow was not happy at all. He was expecting to give her a hissy fit by destroying one of her pillows but she came home in tears sobbing about her job and some coworkers being mean. Grimmjow guessed she had a bad day as he watched her lay in bed ignoring his presence.

"Not now Grimmjow, I've had a rough day. You probably don't even care." She says with eyes closed and tears falling into her pillow.

"Stupid women." He thinks before jumping into her bed and laying his head on her tummy offering comfort. Grimmjow feels warm, he likes her enough not to throw a fit anymore. A hand reaches out behind his ears as she scratches them and he purrs a little.

"This is the first time I've heard you purr Grimmjow." She says surprisingly as he stops and flicks his tail with annoyance. "Hey don't stop! I don't mind." Grimmjow closes his eyes and drifts to sleep after.

Unbeknownst to Grimmjow he was so comfortable laying with (Your Name) he changed to his human form, tail and ears still visible. Although instead of his head laying on her tummy he was big spooning her.

(Your Name) felt a wave of heat overcome her body as she groaned in her sleep. She's pretty sure her eyes are puffy as they felt heavy to open. "Grimmjow move a little, it's getting hot." She complains trying to turn on her side but his big body has her caged between his arms.

With annoyance she shoots out of bed to push him but instead she screams and grabs her spray bottle. "Is that you Grimmjow?!"

Spraying his face wakes Grimmjow up as he yells "dammit women I'm trying to sleep!" His ears pulled back and tail flapping aggressively.

(Your Name) laughs and she laughs so hard she can hardly breathe. "I can't believe I'm seeing you like this for the first time." She says and after realizing her big panther was finally showing his true form she smiles a bit to herself forgetting why she cried in the first place.

Grimmjow was not so happy as he was fuming with annoyance and he was hangry. He throws all her pillows at her before stomping off.

"I was wondering how you used the bathroom this whole time you know." She teases Grimmjow following him into the kitchen as he plopped his ass in a chair for the first time in years.

"Shut it women before I go back to not speaking to you ever again."

"Whatever, bet you were getting lonely not using that pissy mouth of yours." (Your Name) throws back at him getting ready to start dinner.

Grimmjow keeps his silence watching as she moves around the kitchen once more. Everything was still foreign to him especially being back in this form after so long.

"So how are you liking it here?" She strikes up a conversation although her back is to him. He can feel a shakiness to her voice like she was scared to ask him.

"It's fine." He states and Grimmjow swore he saw her shoulder slump a little.

"Ahh well it won't get any better than this."

Grimmjow knows she's right but his pride won't let him admit it. She dishes up dinner and places it on the table for the both of them. "Thought you would want to try something different for dinner." She exclaims as he stares at a triangular shape of food. "It's called pizza, sorry I was too tired to cook much tonight."

"Tch getting lazy now." Grimmjow complains as she brings the spray bottle close to his face before returning to dinner.

Grimmjow hated to admit but whatever this pizza thing was, was actually good. He ate everything with no complaints and she snickered at him.

Although she hasn't fully looked his way Grimmjow knows he is an ugly wild beast so he understood if she was a little on edge. "tch women can't even look at me."

"You can still sleep with me at night if you want. I mean... since you aren't in your panther form nothing has changed. You can still do whatever you want." (Your Name) explains again before clearing the dishes quickly. Grimmjow watches as her heart rate had fasten and her cheeks began to change color.

"Why's your face pink?" Grimmjow asks nonchalantly as he knits his brow and she throws a kitchen towel at him. "It's not pink jerk and it's called blushing! Anyways good night I'm tired now!" She shouts making her way quickly to her room.

Grimmjow was rather confused of her behavior but didn't say a word as he made sure all the doors were locked. At least he was doing what she did every night before heading to his room. He could only smirk. Maybe being in this form wasn't so bad.

It took (Your Name) a few weeks to adjust to Grimmjow and his new form. She's grown to understand how he likes things, his body language and the way he talks. It was nice having someone to communicate with again. Although she still had a hard time looking at him because well.... He was very much good looking, handsome, sexy. She could go down the list.

She did miss his paws on her or his light head nudges. Now that Grimmjow was talking he just demands what he wants now.

"Hey I don't mean to pry but the scars on your body." She asks one night as they sat in her garage, Grimmjow drinking water as he stops punching the punching bag she got him.

"Oh these? They're nothing just from the hybrid fights." He nonchalantly says before turning his attention back to the punching bag.

(Your Name) didn't pry but from what others have told her hybrids lived in cages in the most filthy conditions.

"Well let's go shopping tomorrow! I'm off and you get to spend the whole day with little ole me!" She beams at him but Grimmjow couldn't understand the concept of shopping.

"What, gonna get yourself another hybrid to keep you company now that you're bored of me? I'll scare the piece of shit away." He threatens while punching the bag keeping his focus on her.

"What are you talking about stupid? Shopping as in clothes? Food? Also I need to get you a phone." She says in disbelief of his attitude now.

"Tch, could have said so women." He says as (Your Name) remembers the sales man saying that panthers and other hybrids can get very possessive of their owners. She didn't think Grimmjow was but she never tested the theory out.

"Whatever stay cooped up in here then." She huffs going back inside the house to entertain herself with some reality tv. Grimmjow only stares at her figure walking away as he grits his teeth. She was driving him crazy, there was a warm fuzzy feeling he felt in his stomach that he did not like.

After another hour Grimmjow cleans up and heads to find her in her room on her phone. "So what's a phone?" He asks curiously watching her play with the little rectangle thing.

She pats the empty space on her bed and explains it's a device to communicate with people as well as a form of entertainment. "I need to get you one now. So I can update you or you can text me when I'm busy." She tells him.

Grimmjow hums in responds and hesitantly reaches for her body but pulls back. Her eyebrows are raised as she turns to look at him. He was contemplating on whether to touch her or not.

"We've cuddle when you were a cat what's so different now?" She asks as he only gives her a frown.

"You can't even look at me for a long time without averting your eyes." He bites back as she gaps her mouth and pouts. "That's not true."

After a moment of silence she puts her phone down and turns off the lamp. Grimmjow only stares back at her confused of her actions. (Your Name) hesitantly grabs his hand and places it on the top of her hips before closing her eyes to sleep.

Grimmjow didn't protest, a little part of him wanted to be near her. After all he sought to find her. He closes his eyes and sleeps as well.

Getting Grimmjow in the car and the drive was fine but, she could tell that he was very anxious about being in the public eye especially since he didn't have much interaction before. As (Your Name) got out of the car he followed behind trailing. She only sighed at his actions but understood that big crowds were something he didn't like.

Grimmjows eyes scanned every face and even saw some hybrids on their own. Good for them he thought bitterly. Of course he was kept as a pet, that's how the humans thought of them. He couldn't help but feel a little sour looking towards (Your Name).

"Doing okay?" Her voice reaches his ears as she settled with the same pace as him. Grimmjow only grunted while some people stared at his 'wild' features. They were dirt to his foot and he could have easily beat the shit out of them.

Making their way to the store he stood only inches away from (Your Name). "Which one do you like?"

He looks at the blue one and she only smirks before making the purchase.

"So hybrids can live a normal life too?" He asks curiously while taking a glance at a few that were walking around the stores.

"It's not uncommon but they are still treated like second class citizens."

He could only roll his eyes, the humans have never changed.

As time passed (Your Name) was walking around different stores purchasing clothes as she took a pause in her step and told Grimmjow he could pick anything out he wanted. He stopped in his steps and gave her an annoyed look.

"I don't care for these things." He explained before walking ahead leaving her to chase his long strides.

"I'm trying to help you Grimmjow!" She tells him as it irk a nerve and he twisted his body to meet hers.

"I don't give a shit, I'm a pet after all!" He yelled causing some pedestrians to stare and whisper amongst each other.

An officer from the store came out and warned (Your Name) to keep her 'pet' in check or they would be kicked out. Embarrassment came over her features as she continued to apologize to people who watched or sneered as she took Grimmjows hand and directed them out.

The drive back was awkward. Grimmjow was angry and (Your Name) was silent. She had an unreadable expression on her face. Once they got home she went straight to her room and Grimmjow only scoffed and slammed his door in an attempt to piss her off.

Since Grimmjow was a hybrid his hearing was more sensitive than humans and he could hear her shuffling around her room. Talking to someone on the phone. He suspected it was 'animal control' as he cursed and slammed her door open before she could kick him out.

"What the fuck you prick?" She screams as he snatched her phone and hung the phone call up.

"Tryna get rid of me already?" He sneered cornering her to wall as she held her hands onto his chest. There was hurt behind her eyes as she pushed him off.

"Leave me alone, it wasn't 'animal control' if you were that concerned. I'm going out tonight. I showed you how to use a phone, the kitchen, so keep yourself company or watch tv. I'm leaving." The bitterness in her voice explains as she opened her closet to throw on her dress and Grimmjow averted his eyes towards her ass.

"The fuck you going?" He asks as she threw on some heels and fixed her hair.

"Away from you, fyi I never adopted you. I just bought you from them so you wouldn't get killed. You're free to leave if you hate it here so much. Try surviving on your own then!"

She slams her front door getting into her car driving off as Grimmjow cursed and threw himself onto the couch. "She's being sensitive for no reason." He voices closing his eyes, irritation on his face. He was bored now that she was gone. Grimmjow had never seen (Your Name) so angry before as he huffed knowing he was in the wrong for snapping at her.

(Your Name) decided to go to the bar with some friends as she drank and danced to cool off some steam. "Hey how's your hybrid?" Ichigo asks as he pays for their drinks and she could only pout while taking the liquor.

"He's been an asshole, we got into a fight."

"Sorry I know our type is hard to get along with." Ichigo sheepishly says, his lion ears twitching from all the music.

"It's fine. I'm here to enjoy the night."

(Your Name) frowned a little thinking about Grimmjow, what he did when she was gone or if he's eaten dinner. She wished he would enjoy life more instead of cooping up in her house everyday. She understood coming from his violent past Grimmjow wasn't comfortable going out in public but she looked at all the other hybrids that have overcame their challenges. Grimmjow just needed a little nudge.

"Bastards probably enjoying all his alone time."

Her and Ichigo dance a little more that night after meeting up with more of their friends to bar hop.

"Don't drink to much (Your Name) you have to drive home!" Rukia warned as they walked into another bar and she could only laugh at the tiny girl before clinging onto Ichigo for assistance to the bar.

"You have to drive her home." Rukia tells Ichigo as he silently acknowledged and helped (Your Name). Tailing her moves to keep a watchful eyes of perverts and weirdos. Ichigo understood hybrids can be difficult to handle. He also had a rough patch with humans so he understood (Your Name) needed this time to enjoy herself. Her phone rang in her purse as Ichigo cursed seeing as (Your Name) was striking up a conversation with Rukia again. Ichigo answers the phone instead.

"The fuck you at? It's late." Grimmjow voice comes out as Ichigo gave a puzzled look and sighed. "This must be the hybrid she saved."

"Hey I'm (Your Name) friend, she's dancing right now but I can let her know you called." Ichigo says as he heard a loud noise emit from the phone and a few curses before the call ended. Ichigo knew he might have to fight another hybrid on the way to (Your Name) house.

Ichigo drove (Your Name) home as she tried to sober up on the drive back. "Ugh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get this drunk. There's been a lot going on." She apologizes again as Ichigo gives her a small smile and held her hand for reassurance. "Hey it's fine, we all get those days. I don't mind helping a friend out but also be careful at home. Your hybrid Grimmjow seemed very angry on the phone."

(Your Name) giggles a little knowing that Grimmjow was positively jealous.

"How will you get home?" She asks Ichigo as he reassured her that Rukia was following them home so he had a ride back.

Grimmjow can hear her car pull up as he sees another hybrid carrying (Your Name) towards the door. He's pissed and angry another hybrid was marking their scent on her as he swung the door open and snatched (Your Name) from Ichigo.

"Hey I'm not here to fight." Ichigo threatens watching how Grimmjow was holding her possessively and keeping a keen eye on him.

Grimmjow lets out a growl as Ichigo growled back.

"Stop! Ichigo is my friend, you won't treat him like a stranger or fight each other." (Your Name) demands at Grimmjow hugging his upper body to separate the two.

"Fool come out here." Rukia voice calls out to Ichigo as he growled one last time to Grimmjow before taking a step out the door.

Rukia and (Your Name) give each other a knowing look before taking each hybrid away from each other. "Thanks you guys. I'll see you soon." She tells them before closing the door and turning to a pissed off Grimmjow.

He immediately tears her dress apart as she gasps from such strength he possessed. His growls were prominent as he tried to get Ichigo scent off her. Grimmjow couldn't understand why he was acting like she was his mate but something about another hybrid scent on her drove him insane.

"Stop!" She screamed at him as he threw the garments across the room and stormed off.

(Your Name) was hazy at this point, she picked up her dress and went straight to her room.

Grimmjow would never hurt her, she knew he had said mean things but he would never lay a hand, no matter how angry he got.

Lost in thought of Grimmjows tantrum she hurled towards the toilet, her mascara running down and hair pulled back.

Grimmjow could hear her throwing up from in the garage as he used the punching bag. He was blowing off steam as well. It wasn't until the sound of her gagging had his ears perking up. "Stupid annoying women" he cursed making his way to her room.

Grimmjow sees her figure over the toilet looking sorry for herself.

He walks behind her to hold her hair before drawing a bath for her.

"It's fine. I can take care of myself!" She explains shooing his body away but Grimmjow doesn't let her. He lifts her naked body into the tub and starts using all the soaps she had.

"You know each soap is different right?" (Your Name) states with attitude as Grimmjow tail flicks with annoyance.

"Shut up you stink." He says before washing her body and hair. (Your Name) only pouts and lets Grimmjow continue his routine of a bath.

While washing her Grimmjow could see there was still some sadness behind her eyes as he cleared his throat. "Did I scare you?" He asks.

"No, I was just startled. It's my fault anyways. I brought a potential threat to you." (Your Name) softly says while looking down at the water. She felt ashamed for bringing a competition to the house. She could see why Grimmjow was upset.

"He's not competition. You're mine and scent is a big thing with hybrids." He explains lifting her body out the water and wrapping a towel around her.

"I'm sorry." (Your Name) continues as Grimmjow couldn't even remember why they were fighting in the first place.

"Es fine, I guess I'm sorry too." He says nonchalantly but (Your Name) could only giggle at his expression of trying to be straight face while apologizing.

"Stop laughing women and change." Grimmjow says turning the other way as she followed his steps.

"But I wanna cuddle tonight please!" She begs still a little tipsy walking into his room, or what Grimmjow would say: his territory.

A dangerous line was being crossed but Grimmjow would never let her know that his rut was going to come soon.

"No."

"Yes."

"Piss off."

"You piss off pussy!" She throws back as he glares at her and throws her onto the bed.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Grimmjow grins. Her towel threatening to peel off. "Give me a shirt." She demands as he knits his brow in confusion.

"Why?"

"So I can smell like you stupid."

Heat rushed over his groin. Grimmjow still had animal instinct and the fact that (Your Name) wanted his scent all to herself left him hard.

After putting on his shirt she waited for Grimmjow to join her in bed but he was standing by the door. "Come sleep with me." She pouts opening up his blankets as he hisses under his breath.

Grimmjow would not give into temptation. He knew his painfully hard dick would be hard all night but (Your Name) was even harder to pry off. Without much of a choice he slips under the covers as she curled her body in his.

"Let's just forget about all the fighting today. I like when we are happy." She explains half asleep.

Grimmjow stayed silent as he took her hand into his and drifted to sleep, hoping his hard dick would soften by morning.

The sheets never felt more comfortable to Grimmjow as he purred in his sleep, a hand stroking his hair unknowingly to him as he slept like a baby. A sigh escapes his lips as he nudged more into her hands that were caressing his hair and face.

"cute kitty" (Your Name) scowls before a genuine smile plasters her face. Grimmjow was leaning more into her touch, his fine lines of irritation gone.

She had awoken a few hours after the disasters of yesterday. Leaving his bedroom she heads downstairs to make a big breakfast.

Once Grimmjow feels the comforting warmth was gone he frowns in his sleep and flips to his side to find it cold. He growls out of annoyance because (Your Name) was providing so much comforts to his sleeps now.

Heading out of bed he pulls on a hoodie and stalks to (Your Name). He was silent walking into the kitchen as he puts a hand on her head as a gesture to let her know he was there.

"Oh good morning!" She beams as he looks down to see she was still wearing his shirt. He glances the other way and grunts as a response.

"Hey." Grimmjow calls out as he sheepishly reminds her that his rut was coming soon. "My rut is coming."

A blush appears on her face as she shrieks and turns back to the food that was cooking on the stove. Grimmjow just takes a seat on the counter waiting for her response.

"Um... I can't take you to the store so we can find something to satisfy you during that period."

He could only smirk as he felt generous today so he set the table up for breakfast.

"Sounds good to me." He says as curiously got the better of her.

"I don't know why that never crossed my mind... how did you deal with it in the past?" (Your Name) nervously asks filling his plate with eggs, sausages and bacon.

"My hands, or fucking other hybrids when we got the chance too or ride the pain out." He nonchalantly says eating his breakfast. Grimmjow could see that (Your Name) was genuinely curious, humans don't have heats or ruts.

"Ah I'm sorry, you could have told me before." There was silence between them as they ate but the silence was comforting. Grimmjow was comfortable enough to let (Your Name) know his most vulnerable state was coming and she was genuine not to judge how hybrid body's work.

"I won't be a bother... I've dealt with it in the past. I'll just stay in my room during that period." Grimmjow tries to sooth her seeing she was lost in thoughts about the whole conversation.

"Oh don't worry, I'll be working throughout the day anyways so... I'll order some toys for you."

Grimmjow was thankful she was helping his little problem that was going to arise but his other problem was her scent now. He was getting attached to (Your Name) and it annoyed him that a women like her could catch his heart. He would never let her know that.

After (Your Name) did her research on hybrids about their heat/rut, reading the articles made her blush. It wasn't uncommon for hybrids and humans to sleep together although society thought of it to be a sin.

"Um what toys would you like?" She bashfully shows her laptop to Grimmjow as he leans over her head to examine them.

"I don't know any of those things, my hands are good." He tells her before smirking, teasing (Your Name).

"Those rubber looking dicks are for women, bet you got one of those seeing as I've never seen a man in here before."

She slammed her laptop and grabbed the water spray so fast Grimmjow didn't have a chance to dodge. "Shut your trap pussy cat, I get off when I need too!" Embarrassment washes over her feature before she stomps off.

Grimmjow only laughs as he prayed his rutting period wouldn't make him crazy.

(Your Name) and Grimmjow went back to their normal schedule of routine. It had been a few days since their last conversation about his rut. She couldn't help but be curious if he had slept with a lot of women in the past.

The thought of him with another women irked her nerves as she frown.

"It's not like we are even dating or I'm his mate!" (Your Name) pouts as she applied her skincare onto her face before making her way into bed. Dinner tonight was fine, Grimmjow was more quiet than normal though.

(Your Name) had some ideas to leave the house for a few days during that period but knowing Grimmjow he would destroy it if she was not home.

"Hey." Grimmjow says while knocking on her door.

"When did the kitty cat have manners?" she calls out to Grimmjow as her door slams open and he looks irritated. "oh there's the Grimmjow I know."

"Tch, shut it women. I'm sleeping with you tonight."

Her face blushed as she turned the other way to grab her tv remote. They've only slept together a handful of time but it still gave her a warm fuzzy feeling whenever he was touched up next to her.

"Come join me then." she offers climbing into bed making herself comfortable to enjoy the night. Grimmjow goes quiet again as he lays down and faces her way. Tv bored him, some shows were interesting but he rather just tease her the whole night.

"Why're you staring." (Your Name) then asks as she turns on a movie, her eyes glued to the screen.

"Nothing much to stare at." Grimmjow explains as she grabbed her pillow to suffocate him but he grabbed her arms before she could react and howls out of laughter. "Why do you think everything is about you?" he proceeded to ask.

"Usually when people say that it means we aren't pleasant to look at."

Grimmjow only scoffs "I meant there's nothing in your room to look at, course I'm gonna look at you."

(Your Name) hearts start to race as she only scowls at him before scooting closer to his heat. The rest of the night was silent as he drifted sleep. (Your Name) finally calms down as she brushed a few pieces of hair out of his face before kissing him on the forehead. Grimmjow would never know.

The next morning her bed was empty as she looked around the house to find Grimmjow.

"I'm leaving to work." (Your Name) tells Grimmjow as he was punching the bags, back facing her. He didn't reply so she rolled her eyes and left.

Grimmjow that morning woke up feeling hot and sweaty, he knew his rut was here once his dick was squished between her ass while they cuddled. Not wanting to make a scene a Grimmjow thought blowing off some punches would distract his wants and needs but it didn't help as he cursed and went straight to his room.

He had laid in bed, his body flushed as he used his hands for relief. "Maybe I should have gotten them damn toys." he thinks as he grits his teeth to look at his leaking dick. Grimmjow whimpers because the feeling was not enough, living in a home had made him soft. He was losing his self restraint.

Grimmjow chases the thoughts of (Your Name) running her tongue from his shaft to his tip, eyes meeting his as she giggles and gives it a few kitten licks before hollowing her checks to suck him fully.

He thinks about eating her went cunt and ass from behind as she moans into the sheets gripping her cheeks to spread apart for him.

Grimmjow imagines her riding his dick, her eyes rolling as her tits gave him a show.

He curses as he chased his first release and growls because he was still painfully hard. Grimmjow needed to feel her wet cunt sucking him whole, needed to hear their skin slapping together and needed to bite her beautiful precious neck. Grimmjow needed to make her his.

He gets up to splash water on his face, those were horny thoughts. "I don't actually like her." Grimmjow tells himself but he cannot deny that (Your Name) has him wrapped around her little fingers. Grimmjow decides to lock his door all day before curling into bed to ride out the rut.

"I'm home!" (Your Name) yells a few hours after work as she carries in take out for dinner. "Grimmjow come eat dinner!"

The house was dark, nothing seemed out of place and there was no noise from any of the rooms. (Your Name) carries herself up the stairs to open Grimmjows door but its locked and she frowns. "Hey come eat." her voice gentle and soft.

(Your Name) didn't get any response for a few minutes before she heard rustling and whimpering. Her face redden as she remember that his rut was happening now. Without protesting she walks back downstairs to eat.

She was sadden Grimmjow was ignoring her but then she remembered he probably wasn't attracted to her and did not want her help. Her eyes downcast as she ate dinner alone, it was unusually quiet. The night was lonely without him.

She settled into bed leaving soft music playing hoping music may give him a sense of comfort.

Grimmjow hears (Your Name) when she gets home, when she calls out to him. He can hear her eat dinner alone as well as her sad sighs. He can hear the soft music coming from her room and her light snores.

(Your Name) was a nice caring women, cared to much about what other people thought. He did not want her help all the time, she was always caring his weight and slack. He could ride his rut out. At least that's what Grimmjow thought as he smelt her arousal.

"Baby really wants me bad." he grits as he made his way to her room. The door opened easily as he finds her asleep. (Your Name) arousal filled his nose as he moaned and made his way to her.

He finds one of her toys on the side of her bed as he ferally grinned, she was a naughty little thing pleasuring herself while he was on his rut.

Grimmjow dips onto the bed and licks her cheeks, licks her neck, licks her ears as (Your Name) groaned before slipping her hands into his hair.

"Grimmjow." She whispers as he hums in response to her voice as shivers went down his spine. "What are you doing?"

"Making you mine, I want you." He breathlessly confesses as his eyes dilated from the expression on her face.

"You want me?" she asks with excitement in her voice.

"If it wasn't obvious."

(Your Name) gives Grimmjow a bear huge as he groans from her body squished against his, the heat rushing down to his dick.

"Sorry.. let me help you."

Grimmjow is silent but can't help look at (Your Name) with genuine eyes, she was selflessly allowing him to destroy her. Not in the way of sleeping together but emotionally and physically. He was a hybrid and after bonding herself to him she would have to deal with him for the rest of their lives.

"No, I need to be sure you want this, you want me, you want the dirty stares, you want the second class treatment. You want my kittens. You want a world where I am even though the world won't treat us fairly."

(Your Name) gasps as she cups Grimmjows face, a smile is plastered on her face. "I want everything about you Grimmjow. I can't imagine my life alone again. Even if it means going against society."

Grimmjow was satisfied with her answer as he pressed his lips to hers. Her taste was so addicting as he groaned sucking her bottom lip cupping her breast.

"Please be gentle." she asks then as he gives her a dumbfounded look.

"No I'll let my dick rip you apart." he sarcastically replies throwing (Your Name) onto her back and she rolls her eyes. "There you are, was about to say you were breaking character for a moment."

"tch, I want to make sure you know that I'm staying her forever."

(Your Name) doesn't reply but gives him a kiss again.

Grimmjow discards their clothes as he settles between her legs lifting them slightly giving access to her dripping pussy. He presses his nose against it and sighs before giving her clits a long lick. Lapping up her juices Grimmjow grinds into the bed as she moaned grabbing his hair.

"Fuck this pussy doing me good." he says sucking on her clit lips before going back to devour her again. "is it that good?" she asks flushed from his compliment.

He hums and flips her to all fours spreading her cheeks. Her little puckering hole welcoming him as he moans before spitting on her ass. "Baby let me eat your ass." he asks and she whimpers a yes please. He grins as his tongue rimmed her ass and she gasps the feeling was foreign but felt good. Grimmjow uses one hand to massage her clit and the other to stick a finger into her puckering hole.

"Feel good baby."

"yes so good." she breathlessly says as he alternated between licking her clit and ass again.

Grimmjow slaps her ass before lifting her body up to his. "I need you now I can't wait." he pleads as she nods fisting his dick. As he entered her she squirmed because of his huge size.

"To big, hurts." she cries as grimmjow flips her onto her back giving her kitten kisses while pushing in more. "Grimmjow!" she whines as he shushes her again biting her shoulder. (Your Name) whimpers the whole time Grimmjow eases himself into her pussy.

"es okay baby, pussy sucking me good." he says as she nods with a whine. Grimmjow massages her clit as she groans in relief. His hands distracting her from his dick ripping her apart. Grimmjow bottoms out as he praises to her "doing good baby, taking me well."

Within a few minutes of (Your Name) adjusting to his size she moaning into his mouth as he pushes into her, rutting his hips into hers. He keeps a steady pace as Grimmjow watches her fucked out expression. "fuck." he groans taking one of her tits into her mouth as she gasps under him. He swirls his tongue around her nubs loving the thought she would produce milk one day.

He bites down as she cries out. "More." She demanded as Grimmjow smirked and pushed her into a mating position. His balls slapping her ass in a rhythm.

"I want to cum Grimmjow please, please." she begs as he bit into her neck giving them bruised marks.

"Kay baby let me help you."

They go into doggy style as he massages her clit and (Your Name) is squirming under his touch.

"I'm close." she whispers as Grimmjow slams into her pussy slowly but thoroughly letting his dick hit her g spot each time. "yes right there." she praises as her body starts to shake and his dick was sucked into her pussy even more.

She was a moaning mess under him as she hit her orgasm. Grimmjow kisses her back all the way to her ass before slamming into her roughly again to chase his.

He grits his teeth taking one finger into her ass as she cries into the sheets.

"Almost baby." he coos as she whimpers in response. After a few more thrust he spills into her and he bites down onto her shoulder.

Grimmjow pulls out and watched both their cum spill out of dripping cunt.

"I can go a few more rounds." He warns her as she agreed to help him more.

(Your Name) didn't go into work for a few days after, her body was sore and Grimmjow was surprising sweet to her the whole time his rut was happening.

After his rut was over he was different although still rough, easy to irritate but his snaps were just warnings and he doted onto her every chance he got.

"I wish we did this sooner." (Your Name) pouts as Grimmjow purrs into her neck while she watched the outside rain. The coziness of her home drawing them to a lazy comfort. There were candles lit as well as soft jazz music playing in the background.

"mmm." he responds giving her neck a few licks before cuddling back into her. "You're my women."

She chuckles lightly and gives Grimmjow a big hug.

"So it seems, I wouldn't want it any other way."

(Authors note: Hear me out, I want to make a hybrid Grimmjow series. WHOSE WITH ME ON THIS ONE! also I am very bad at writing smut but love to read it so I apologize it isn't the best. I'm afraid I am a nasty girl. But since he is coming back into the series I thought we deserved this little fluff/smut oneshot of him.)

[luminoustarlight]

Leo Campo is a romantic. He’s a ladies man until he finds the one, but you better believe he treats every woman he’s ever hooked up with like they’re his world. He’s just an affectionate guy. Call it a symptom of being Italian. Pet-names roll off of his tongue smoothly, always punctuated with a little smirk.

“Can I get you anything else, sweetheart?” He’ll ask the unsuspecting girl at the bar.

The most frequent reply is “just your number,” which has definitely gotten old. He doesn’t actually give it out; he just takes them upstairs and gives them something better.

He’s a tender lover, always attentive to the needs of the woman he’s pleasuring. And the women are always satisfied.

Between the adoring nicknames and innate ability to make a woman cum three times before he cums himself, many girls begin hoping for something more than a one night stand. All of it offers them a false sense of the possibility of a relationship. Because how can a man be so sweet and not want something more?

Because Leo Campo is certain he’ll know the love of his life when he sees her. Maybe she walks into the bar, maybe he meets her while he’s coaching soccer.

Or, in your case, at your apartment where he’s delivering pizza.

If only you’d known how handsome the pizza delivery guy was going to be, you would’ve bothered to clean the smeared mascara from your eyes. You wouldn’t have answered the door with an oversized t shirt hanging off one of your shoulders, no bra to hold up your goods, and an old pair of sweatpants you’ve had since college.

“Oh my God,” slips out of your mouth. Your first instinct is to slam the door. Your tongue feels dry and your broken heart hasn’t forgotten how to hammer in your chest. Breakups happen every day. It’s okay that you look like a hot mess, minus the hot part.

You’ve ordered pizza from Vince’s dozens of times and that Jogi kid always delivers your pizza.

Who is this tall, dark-haired man with a smile that makes you think maybe you won’t feel miserable forever?

“How ya doin’?” He asks you, clearly not taking in any context clues as to how your night is going.

“Uh,” you begin unsurely. Are you really about to have a conversation with this guy in a pair of sweatpants with a guacamole stain on the right thigh? “I’ve been better. Hence the absolute atrocity standing before you.”

“Where?” He smiles without missing a beat. Because somewhere beneath your disheveled appearance, he sees a girl he desperately wants to get to know. Who broke your heart? And how does he mend it?

“I don’t suspect you have anyone to share this pizza with?”

“Not as of 8:16 this morning.” Yes, you know the exact minute you found your piece of shit ex-boyfriend cheating on you with his co-worker.

“Well, as of,” Leo checks his watch, “7:24 this evening, now you do.”

“You’re quite bold, aren’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Aren’t you working?”

He shrugs. “It’s the end of my shift. Are you going to let me in?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Is this the beginning of a Dateline episode?”

This makes Leo chuckle. Of course you’re tentative. You’re an attractive, single woman who has no right trusting any man at all, let alone a random pizza delivery guy.

But there’s something about his smile that quells your anxiety. No ulterior motives, just genuine kindness.

“I can call my Ma, if you want,” Leo suggests half seriously. “You can talk to her and learn everything about me.”

Your bottom lip snags beneath your teeth as you open your door to let the handsome stranger in. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Leo.” He sets down your pizza on the coffee table. “Leo Campo.”

requests are open for leo and several other hayden characters!

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[vannies]

malewife..? ft. HSR MEN

synopsis: what if the roles were reversed? you’re hard at work and these men take care of you when you’re home? <3

characters: jing yuan + blade + gepard ☆ gender-neutral reader

warnings: fluffy fluff fluff! | use of pet names ; ex. darling, my love, my everything, dear | possibly ooc but like.. you’re the worker here!

note: idk if anyone has done this yet.. might do this again with hsr powerful women but idk ^_^

w/c: 800+

✧ JING YUAN

the dozing general.

that’s what you were always remembered as. but you couldn’t help it, you just got so bored and tired of all the papers piling up in your office, who wouldn’t fall asleep? the only reason why you always finish your work in the end was so you could go back home to your sweet husband, jing yuan.

today was a particularly difficult day. you were stressed from all the staff begging you to do something about the missing papers for a new project.. but you simply told them it was too annoying! and went straight back home.

“i’m home, my love.”

jing yuan frantically appeared at the doorway, pulling you into a tight hug. he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how badly he missed you today and about how he cooked dinner for the both of you. wow..? him..? cooking dinner? must’ve been a miracle.

he put his hands on your shoulders, “how has your day been, dear?” all you could do was sigh and told him how annoyed you were, wishing it was possible to step down from your position.

he listened to every little word you had to say as you ranted and ranted. and as time passed, you slowly started to gather at the table with him. jing yuan sets up the food, bringing in some lovely dishes you didn’t know he could even create with those hands of his. you took your first bite into a promising looking steak. surprisingly, it was so good!

“wow, jing yuan! where did you get this recipe? this just made my day!”

he chuckles, smiling widely as he sees you genuinely enjoy it. giving you a cute kiss on the forehead, he tells you his answer.

“where’d i get it? i got it from youtube, my love.. yanqing showed me the video, telling me i should make it for you.”

✧ BLADE

oh wow. surely, you didn’t expect an outcome like this. a stellaron hunter being caught for two days? how embarrassing. thankfully kafka rescued you in time! but there was just one problem..

your husband, blade, hasn’t gotten a word from you ever since your capture. you worry for him, since kafka told you that she didn’t contact him throughout these 42 agonizing hours. instead of filing your report to your boss like always after a mission is complete, you immediately rush home.

running into your house and screaming from the living room, “blade! blade? i’m so sorry- i didn’t mean to get caught like that.. i-“

you could feel it. your lover’s hands slowly sliding to your waist, pulling you into a hug. his hands always fit perfectly. blade buried his head into the crook of your neck, and you can feel his breath.. slow and steady, as if he wasn’t at all affected by your short departure.

“i know.. i’ve known that this would’ve happened. just be careful next time, i’m just happy you’re okay.” he sighs, somehow pulling you deeper into his body as his lips catch onto yours.

all that you could manage out was a small whisper of his name, tears threatening to swell at your eyes. it’s only been such a short amount of time, but you truly couldn’t live without this man.

he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the couch, “rest, darling. i can bake a few sweets for you.”

✧ GEPARD

ah.. being captain of the silvermane guards was not an easy task. maintaining peace throughout the entire city everyday..? sign me out.. thankfully gepard landau has always been here to support you, motivating you to continue your work for him. you’re glad, glad to protect this city. but, you are even more glad to protect this precious being.

gepard wipes off the sweat from his forehead, a heavy exhale follows. he turns around and jumps at the sight of you home so early.

“ah! you’re home early.. you still have 2 hours left of your shift!” you tell him it’s alright, and that you just really wanted to see him. “ah.. is that so?” he says, “then you can see the surprise that i’ve prepared today!”

slowly walking to the table, gepard suddenly whips out a book in front of you. “tada!” he exclaims, “it’s full of all of our memories together!”

excitedly, you flip through the pages. ah! it’s when he proposed to you! and oh god, its a lovely family photo of the both of you with serval and lynx.. how sweet. was this all for you?

“i hope you like it..” gepard blushes, and inches his hands near yours. you notice, and grab him, pulling his hands up to cup his own cheeks.

“i love it, you’re my everything. i’m so lucky to come home to you everyday. i promise to work hard!” and with that, you seal that vow with a kiss.

[uunromanticized]

Can you make a Luka Coffaine with an s/o who does ballet. I would mean so much! Also, i live for you Luka x Y/n.

hello anon! this is very very late you have my sincerest apologies erm.. but yes i can!! thank you very much! 💙 i hope you enjoy! since it was unspecified, i just did headcanons but let me know if you want anything else!! 🦢 im using ballerina as a neutral term bcs i think that’s the right word for both women and men?? idk

swan | luka with a ballerina s/o

- first of all, although i think it is relatively obvious i feel the need to specify that luka is SUCH a supportive boyfriend

- im talking front row seats to every show you’re in no matter how popular it is supportive

- pretty much advertises every show you’re in i think. constantly talking about it to people & will not shut up about you

- dancers are usually very tired so he will genuinely always offer himself up as a pillow. he loves you & he loves having you against him, & you get to nap or at the very least just relax… feels like a win-win

- he doesn’t let you walk too much after performances. ballerina feet HURT. so he’s constantly doing what he can to keep you off your feet

- takes sweep you off your feet literally. like he carries you if you’re having a hard time walking

- takes care of the cuts on your feet if you let him, offers to give them a massage too if that wouldn’t irritate them & would help

- he always brings flowers to your performances, & he likes to colour coordinate those flowers to the colour of your performance outfit

- will offer to pick you up from practices!

- good luck kisses the last time he sees you before performances!! congratulations kisses while giving you your flowers afterwards!!

- he likes to call you swan as a pet name, also buys you gifts with swan motifs

- he likes to buy you cute little “ballerinacore” outfits whenever he can

- really really enjoys having his arm around your waist when he’s around you

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

Thinking about Villain! Kenji Sato

Thanks to this edit for reminding me of him.

He's already cocky, conceded, and a natural charmer. Do you know how he would use that to his advantage to manipulate people? Just with a flash of his smile and sweet words that's how.

Bad temper + guy who's used to getting what he wants = Asshole with very little patients when things don't go his way.

Would work for KDF just to spite father. In other words, gives zero f*cks about Kaiju's or his dads feelings. He's still a little pissy about his father "choosing" literal monsters over him and his mother. He's probably very aggressive when it comes to fighting them as well. Dr. Onda had to remind him on more than one occasion to hold back.

Maybe in this version his mom was killed in a Kaiju attack which resulted in him not caring about the creatures AT ALL and truly despising their existence. He also hates himself for not being there sooner to save her.

This happened when he was 21 so he has worked for the KDF for a little while.

Full on arrogant prick with the worst anger issues but can hide it when he wants/needs to.

Mina exists but she doesn't really have a personality, nor does she question or boss him around she's just...an assistant bot. She's also used for more...hostile things so Kenji doesn't get HIS hands dirty.

Has probably done some questionable things to get to the top. Especially with his trusty bat friend when he wants to send a more personal message.

Probably insane to a severe degree. Also, a control freak.

Probably sees Dr. Onda as a mentor/father figure but you'll have to kill him before you get that information out of him

Dr. Onda does see Kenji as a son but like Kenji, you won't get that out of him willingly.

All villains deserve evil pets so this mf would definitely have a black pet snake. An IMG boa constrictor to be more specific.

Meet Lilith!

Probably the only thing he cares about is this snake. This is his daughter. His little girl. She's black just like his soul. Her nickname is Lily or Lil Lil. He'd probably use her full name to get her to constrict around someone.

This creature is evil, but she loves her father very much. Full credit to @jaidenk-nox for the ideas!

People in his father's generation remember Ultraman being a kind hero or at least someone who didn't see the Kaiju as monsters. The new Ultraman almost looks like he's on the verge of killing them.

Kenji see's the hate he gets and loves it. He loves the fact that he's ruining his father's legacy one Kaiju fight at a time.

The only good quality I think this man would have is his genuine respect for women because his mama raised him right. Not to mention she was the only person he had; he saw her struggles, heard her cry at night, and just see her try her best for him. Why wouldn't he have respect for women?

But that doesn't mean he wouldn't be controlling or probably obsessive if he did have an s/o.

I like to think some Kaiju parts (spikey parts, scales, claws, etc) would be added to his Ultraman suit over time (that probably gives him a more menacing look) to make him harder to beat/inure.

And do you wanna know what's sad? If we got this version of him there WOULD STILL BE SIMPS!!! (And I would be one of them).

I can just imagine the comments....

Also, would you guys want me to make a playlist for him? Reblogs are appreciated! And if you have any thoughts or ideas let me know, my asks are open!

[frenziedslashers]

Negans reaction to reader being pregnant with his baby? Head canons or a short story are fine!!!

Negan Reaction To A Pregnant S/O:

A/N: I am working on a Negan and Reader having a baby request rn actually, so this will be some Headcanons lmao. I got like 5 anons with baby fever in my ask box rn and I am here to support you all LMAO

Pairing: Negan x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: No specific pronouns used, Negan (He's crazy let's be fr), Mentions of Lucille, Mentions of the other wives, canon typical violence, Negan has Baby FeverTM, Pregnancy, Pet names, let me know if I need to add more!

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He still has multiple wives when you find out, so you're very hesitant about telling him. He's mentioned to you a lot more personal things than he ever did any of the other women, but you still were uncertain if you were really his favorite. Plus, even though he mentioned that he and his actual wife, Lucille, had wanted a baby. You weren't sure if he still wanted that baby, especially with you.

You try avoiding him for a few weeks, but it doesn't work. He finds you and confronts you about the behavior. He doesn't raise his voice with you once, though. Any of his other spouses he would, but you took a notice that they weren't even his spouses anymore. They were mostly just his servants and leverage against Dwight and some of the other men he took the girls from.

"What's been with you lately? I haven't seen ya around. I didn't do anything, did I?" He'd ask, and you'd feel your heart swell because for some reason you did love him. Even if at first you weren't the only person he was sleeping with.

You'd be scared, and he could tell that something was up so he'd lead you into either your own room or his room - whichever was closer - in order to give you privacy and set you down beside him. "Come on honey, you can talk to me," he'd assure, smiling as he reached up to brush his knuckles over your cheeks.

"I'm pregnant, and it's yours."

He wouldn't react at first. His eyes wide as he stared at you and it'd scare you. You'd be afraid he might kill you and stick you out on that fence to deter his enemies from the compound - but then he finally reacted.

"Mine? My baby... I'm gonna be a dad?" He'd ramble, jolting to his feet as a surge of energy shot through his body. Leaving you sitting on the bed alone as he paced the room in front of you. "We're having a cub?" He'd speak and his voice would crack. Facing you with the biggest and most genuine smile, his eyes brimmed with tears and he raced back over to you. Long strides making his way to in front of you so he could kneel. Being just a little shorter than you on the bed, now.

"How far are you?" He'd ask, and you could practically feel the excitement that radiated off the man, and it gave you hope that your kid might actually get a good father. "Only a few weeks, a month at most the doc said." You spoke, and he reached up to hold the sides of your face. "I hope they have your eyes," He'd tell you, and you'd feel your whole body heat up. Eyes darting to the side with a sheepish smile, but it was quick to fade.

"What's wrong?" He'd asked. "I'm not really that important, though. You have other wives, it could have been one of them carrying your baby." You frowned, and he shook his head. "I stopped sleeping with them a long time ago, honey bunches," he'd tell you, rubbing his thumbs over your cheek bones. "Stopped claiming them, too. They're just kept up here to keep the guys in line." he'd hum, "I only want you, I promise you that. Have I ever lied?" He hadn't. He always told you the truth and you both knew it.

He'd prove it to your further by even making it so the other women dressed in more casual clothing. None of them referred to him as anything other than Negan, and he'd walk you around with his hand on your hip, on the small of your back, or in your hand constantly. He wants to prove to you that you are the only one he thinks about. The only spouse that he wants.

He'd eventually ask you to "marry" him after he figured you trusted him enough to do so. If you say no, he gets it, but if you say yes he's ecstatic. He loves you, truly, and he's glad that you agreed to be with him til death do you part.

When you were far enough along that you couldn't hide the bump in your stomach any longer Negan would call a meeting to the people. Standing above them all with you by his side while everyone kneeled before the two of you. His hand resting on your stomach while he held you close.

"Some of you may already know, but I wanted to make it official. My Honey-bear and I are having a cub of our own here soon." He'd tell them, all while looking at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes that it made your heart soar. "There's about to be a little Negan running around. They're gonna be such a little shit too," He'd announce with such an enthusiastic voice, and you'd chuckle. "Well, let's hope they don't have your complete personality, then." He'd snicker at this, pulling you in for a kiss that he couldn't help but grin like a fool into. Everyone would cheer for you both, because truly. None of them had seen their leader so happy with anyone.

Negan would get more and more protective over you the closer you got to popping. He'd be by your side, making sure you had everything you need. He wouldn't let anyone get too close to you. He was already protective of you, but now was worse. You'd be off limits to everyone except for his previous wives that he knew you trusted. They'd help you when he was gone. They were happy for you, truly. Plus, you practically granted them freedom.

Negan would cry when the baby was born. He secretly hoped it was a little boy, and he'd so thrilled if it was a boy. He'd be bouncing off the walls and trying to convince you to let him name it Negan Jr. but really he'd be fine with about anything you came up with. He wasn't picky.

If it was a little girl though? Oh, that feels so much different for the man. He's holding the girl with practical heart eyes. Smiling as tears roll down his cheeks and he stares at her. "Hi, baby bear," he'd coo, and choke on a sob if they cooed back. He's never letting his little girl out of his sight. He's gonna be the most protective Papa Bear anyone knows. Everyone better pray that he they don't hurt her in anyway.

He'd spoil the shit out of his kid. Ordering his men to get them toys out on their runs. He'd let his kid get away with murder and just smile while cheering them on. They can do no wrong in his eyes.

With Negan being their dad. Expect the kid to be repeating some pretty interesting words as it gets older. "Suck my dick," "You wanna taste your own balls today?" "Fuck" "Shit" you name it. They've got quite the vocabulary as they get older and you're thankful school systems don't exist anymore.

Negan is the type of dad to do everything with his kid and even takes some time away from leading the saviors and puts Simon in charge for a while so he can spend it with you and the baby. He still doesn't let Simon get away with the stupid things he wants to do and still attends the meetings though to makes sure the system doesn't fail.

Everyone adores you and the baby. You two are the new celebrities in the factory, and everyone loves how happy you both make Negan. He swears up and down that he won't ever let anything happen to you or his baby.

"Personally, I think I deserve another baby... Maybe another five more." He'd tell you, and if you didn't say no, he'd be taking that as a yes. He loves kids and wants as many as you'll have for him. Plus, he loves the way you look when you're carrying his child. How your skin seems to glow, how round and soft you are. He wishes cameras still existed so he could have a photo or two of you.

He loves his little family, and even if you only had one kid for him, or if you decided to have one more or a few more. He's happy and content. He never thought he'd have the chance to be a Daddy and he is forever thankful that you not only gave him that opportunity. But also that it's you that he gets to share these moments with.

If you would like to be added to my tag list for TWD stuff, please fill out the form on my pinned post :) It is linked as "TWD Taglist Form"!

[toxycodone]

girls calling me honey or sweetie / sweetheart or baby remind me that I am vers oh my god... Is Falin that kinda gal? I feel like she would be if you tell her you like pet-names like that.. idk I need more bisexual falin content tbh, she is 100% into women but I need her too 😞😞 male reader here, also exhausted wolf anon 🐺🪚

YESSSS

I can totally see Falin as the pet name type. I think it’s because like. When she’s comfortable she can do it without much issue (just tell her you like that). And she’s so genuinely sweet and caring but without being too fluffy about it if that makes sense

She’s more of a nurturer type with her partner. Falin really dotes on you enough to where she enjoys even small things like pill organizing and meal prep. She’ll also always get you to go outside and touch grass which is live. And she gives really good words of affirmation. She’s really down to earth and just genuinely loves you for who you are and affirms your gender/dismisses your insecurities/reassures you she loves you.

But like. Don’t get me wrong. Because despite all this she is NOT a pushover. And I also don’t see her as someone who cares for others at the expense of herself (I see that in Marcille. But when push comes to shove Falin is more than willing to give herself up for you. Like she’d die for you. But she’d prefer to LIVE for you.)

Falin is just responsible and caring and all around a true green flag. 💞

[kaedthoughts]

About this user!

MY FREE and PAID patreon for all my good writing and lots of shibari/nudes and MORE: patreon.com/KaedenWritesitAll

First of all, THIS IS A NSFT BLOG: DNI-

Minors, anti trans and everything that goes with that! This is a very gay blog and I'm here to have a good time. DNI IF YOU DO NOT KNOW ABOUT CONSENT OR IF YOU ARE CAPABLE OF TRULY GIVING IT.

If followed by @kaedenwrites it me! Can only follow there

discord bc i want homies: hunshwaygo0921

my bunny: @funkyswitchboy

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About!

Started T as of July 12th, 2023

Hai! My name is Kaeden, you can call me Kaed, pup, mutt, rlly any pet names to be honest. 21, very gay, intersex transmasc, primary mlm and mlnb but women are hot too so, not at all against having fem identifying followers! domestically single, ldr poly, very very cautiously looking, please don't fuck with my life, and my limits are absolutely non negotiable.

I'm a solid switch, soft dom most times but have a lil sadistic streak and utter angel sub and most often fall into service power bottom

I have various permanent brain and bodily injuries that limit my movement variably. Some days I can build a horse fence, others, I'm mostly chair and bed bound. Open to chatting about disabilities! I am also autistic, and struggle with a speech impediment so audios will be uh, fun

Asks, anons, requests, and DMs open!

Please feel free to reach out and whatnot, I love the attention and need friends!

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Kinks/favorites:

Petplay! Favorite is pup, but I'm also a catboy at heart. Overstimulation, breeding (pregnancy not included), teratophilia- namely werewolves and anything with tentacles, dumbification, bondage, forced orgasms, intoxication/420 HEAVY thx to chronic illness, hierophilia/blasphemy, medical in the right mood and context, free use, muzzles/collars, many more- I know I get it I am a degenerate, but you're here so what does that say about you, huh? Perv.. (jk, bullying too maybe lol)

LIMITS.

intentional genuine manipulation, temperature play if extreme, outside induced denial- it's genuinely not safe for my body, spitting.

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Other blogs:

Kaeden's Korner/ kaedenwrites- my main smut and story blog that's empty atm, but probably the account u were followed by since all of the blogs i have are based under that acct.

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TAGS since I have them now and need to go thru and edit:

#kaedthoughts - general reblogs and posts

#kaedthoughts.leaf - posts I make while high

#kaedthoughts.pup - posts i make while generally in subspace

#kaedthoughts.foxy - switch oriented top leaning posts

#kaedthoughts.wolfy - for when i'm in a heavy top mood

#kaedthoughts.audio - nsft audios, I do voice acting so requests are okay!

#kaedthoughts.txt - very long posts, imagines

#kaedthoughts.ask - asks!

#kaedthoughts.fluff - posts that are pure sap

#kaedthoughts.png - my spicy pics!

[last updated September 2nd, 2023]

[bellatrixnightshade]

In response to "Nosy Anons"

0: Height -> 5'2" (short hehe)

1: Age -> not so sweet 16

2: Shoe size -> 9 US, I believe.

3: Do you smoke? -> No

4: Do you drink? -> No

5: Do you take drugs? -> Nope

6: Age you get mistaken for -> 13 to 14

7: Have tattoos? -> No

8: Want any tattoos? -> Kind of? I wouldn't mind a small, simple one.

9: Got any piercings? -> Nope

10: Want any piercings? -> I can wear clip ons, thank you. And I don't really take an interest in other piercings.

11: Best friend? -> I have some close irl friends-- I don't consider one my best friend though. I love them all.

12: Relationship status -> Single as a pringle

13: Biggest turn ons -> Intelligent, logical people who aren't know it alls, people who actually believe something out of conviction and thinking, not because they're parroting what someone told them, people who love book and writing discussions, a good sense of humor

14: Biggest turn offs -> Social justice warriors/Karens, superficial people, people who aren't fair

15: Favorite movie -> Not really a movie person, so I don't know.

16: I’ll love you if… -> I don't have conditions.

17: Someone you miss -> A friend that moved away (we still talk though)

18: Most traumatic experience -> Probably slicing my toe the day before my birthday or my dad getting really sick during 2020-2021

19: A fact about your personality -> I can be really reserved and serious at first, but when I warm up to people, I'll be a lot more talkative and free.

20: What I hate most about myself -> My hair, my nose, my face shape, and when I smile with teeth. My clumsiness and awkwardness.

21: What I love most about myself -> My death stare that even scares my parents when i'm mad-- No, i'm just kidding. I love being a daydreamer. And being generous with people.

22: What I want to be when I get older -> Not sure yet-- I'm torn with being a psychologist, an author, or an english professor or high school teacher

23: My relationship with my sibling(s) -> I'm an only child, lonely child

24: My relationship with my parent(s) -> Could be better, but they're good parents despite their flaws

25: My idea of a perfect date -> We have an organized list of things to do: touring the city, library, stargazing, and we just spend time together that way as we go.

26: My biggest pet peeves -> certain noises, being touched in most ways, immature people who cuss others out instead of forming any sort of rational argument or just not interacting?, favoritism, and cliquey behavior

27: A description of the girl/boy I like -> Nah, I'm not comfortable sharing about it.

28: A description of the person I dislike the most -> Nobody needs to know.

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend -> I don't recall lying to a friend.

30: What I hate the most about work/school -> bossy authority people who have to yell at me if I don't even understand them in the first place.

31: What my last text message says -> "(My name) wants to bring a box of books to give away. The September birthdays can choose whatever they want."

32: What words upset me the most -> there are a lot of words that cut me like a knife, but I guess along the lines of "F you," and anything like that.

33: What words make me feel the best about myself -> I'm not sure. I guess if it's a genuine compliment from the heart.

34: What I find attractive in women -> intelligent, logical ones, women who are kind and patient, women who give good advice and are good with their hands, and I don't think this is the only thing--

35: What I find attractive in men -> men who respect women and girls and don't treat them like trash, men who are good with children, like their little siblings, and intelligent ones

36: Where I would like to live -> Switzerland, Quito, Alaska, Hungary, and Antarctica (though that is impossible)

37: One of my insecurities -> my weight, personality, and just how other people view me at times, and my intelligence and talent level

38: My childhood career choice -> microbiologist

39: My favorite ice cream flavor -> mint chocolate chip

40: Who I wish I could be -> Sometimes, my friend.

41: Where I want to be right now -> traveling

42: The last thing I ate -> Pumpkin spice latte

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately -> No.

44: A random fact about anything -> I can hyperextend my joints without thinking about it

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[russilton]

Genuine question! people on here get so pissy at anyone asking what their thoughts on the drivers sexualities are but you’ve blatantly put the pride flag on a George post so would that not be the same thing?? Like I’m genuinely not trying to be a douche but I just don’t understand the double standards (I’m also not singling you out as I’ve seen other users get pissy at ppl asking but your post just happens to come up aha)

That’s fair anon and it’s good of you to ask this as a genuine question to find out rather than just get frustrated and assume it’s all hypocrisy. You wouldn’t be the first, so thanks for asking instead.

Here comes a read more because I’ve done my best to explain it, and if you wanted a shorter version you shouldn’t have asked me

Tl;dr: Because one is a joke based on a known fiction presented to an audience in on the joke, and the other either isn’t a joke and thus an invasion of privacy, or steps too close to the line for people to feel comfortable engaging in

It all comes down to engaging in the joke vs genuine, harmful speculation. Putting a rainbow flag on a post of a guy hanging out with his girlfriend, who I genuinely do like, is what I HOPE is a clear joke.

What makes it a joke is that I do not believe with any conviction that George and Lewis are actually fucking. I would LOVE it, but they aren’t.

The core tenant of acceptable rpf is being able to separate fiction from the real life that feeds it. We are playing make believe with characters who happen to be based on real people. That’s why most of us will tell you to keep this stuff entirely on tumblr/ao3, so there is a barrier of separation between drivers and fic, and why I do my best to clearly differentiate between when I’m talking about serious topics, and when I’m engaging in very dumb ship talk.

I will also point at the name of my blog, my tag line and my blog title all make it clear I’m not a serious place, I’m here talk about an rpf ship, and occasionally give my fan opinion of motorsport. People shouldn’t be coming to me for unbiased news. I have never been unbiased in my life.

In my posts here I’m leaning into the bit of the entirely fictional ship I enjoy. Of course George isn’t indicating he’s gay by driving a purple Mercedes in LA. That’s a joke I’d hope all of my followers are in on. It’s also a play on how celebrity couples are debated and how real queer people are treated by the world at large.

For example when I came out, both times, the reaction I got most from friends and family was “we already guessed you were”— now while they may think that’s a good way to respond… no they didn’t. They made assumptions based on stereotypes about queer people and applied it to me at an age where I didn’t even know what I was or liked. We’ve all seen the tweets from genuine idiots going “I don’t trust men ordering dessert, that’s for women” or “I think men who wear scarves are a bit gay”, but those are just an extremely concentrated form of stereotypes we’ve seen for decades. If a man enjoys crochet or a woman loves woodworking, you bet your ass Instagram comments will be saying they’re clearly gay.

We also see it all the time around celebrities— people harmfully assuming based on a hair style, a pet, or an attitude that a driver is gay and that they’ve “figured it out”, or even just because you saw two people hanging out a few times they MUST be together. Look at the Lewis and Shakira incident— they never once confirmed a relationship but some people will treat that as absolute fact. We have all seen both Lewis and George separately receiving hate under the assumption they are gay men by homophobic fans- Lewis for his piercings and fashion, and George for having long eye lashes and a slightly effeminate build. Shit, Nelson Piquet, ex f1 champion, has made on broadcast homophobic comments about Lewis that the Brazilian government fined him over. That is how common this idea is to most people.

The only way to know someone is lgbtq+ is if they tell you they are, and the only way to know what relationships they’re in, is if they tell you. It doesn’t matter how much you want to know or what evidence you’ve found, that’s a privacy everyone should be allowed, even celebrities. You do not know until they confirm it. I don’t care if someone came up to me and said they’ve seen George blow a guy, unless he says he’s queer, I don’t know shit.

But it’s still incredibly common, and most queer people experience this, and have opted to reclaim the joke. I will point at George sitting funny and cuffing his jeans and go “see! He’s just like us, the bisexuals”, because that’s a way queer people will joke you identify bi people. And when you read that back, it’s very clearly a joke. You can’t discover someone’s sexuality based on their sitting style. I do the same thing as an autistic person, because we are ALSO heavily scrutinised based on other ideas of what autism is. You don’t know how many fuckin people decide it’s appropriate to tell me “but you don’t seem autistic to me” because I don’t fit their standards. If someone tells me my eye contact means I’m not autistic, I can say George lining up his trains as a kid is a point for autism.

It’s also a joke derived from a genuine lack of representation. Humans like to see themselves represented. There’s no publically gay people on the grid, or autistic folk, so it’s pretty fair for us to decide that fuck it, until there is, I’m grabbing the guy who acts like I do and pretending he’s my rep. That’s how gay slash as a concept really began, honestly. If you don’t give people ample access to something, they’ll make their own, and sometimes even if they have it, they’ll do it anyway because it’s creatively enjoyable.

People get “pissy” (be careful using that word, it’s a lot more patronising than I think you intended it to be) about GENUINE speculation, because its not the acceptable joke we’ve all agreed to. Now you can argue about where the line for the joke should be, or if there should be one at all, but most of us have settled in a similar spot and talk with people who agree with that line. If that makes you uncomfortable, it is okay to leave or block someone. I have been blocked by more than a few het George fans. That is their right.

I think personally that pinning a sexuality to drivers is always going to be seen as genuine speculation unless it’s within the context of a fic where you set the boundaries, or a joke. Personally, if I wrote an entire list out and genuinely put thought into the sexuality of drivers on the grid, that is speculation, and there’s no way around that because I’d be making those assumptions based on stereotypes. Any of the drivers could be queer, none of them could be. We do not and likely will never know because we don’t live in a society where there are 0 ramifications for sharing your sexuality.

All the drivers could be bi but are in straight passing relationships and are happy that way for all we know. We literally have no way to tell unless they chose to share, which is unlikely given that 10/24 of this years races occur in countries where gay marriage is not recognised, and it is explicitly illegal to practice homosexuality in several of those. Even in the remaining countries, Florida, Texas and England have all introduced increasingly hostile anti LGBT legislation — F1 as a sport may try to say otherwise, but you cannot say that it is a queer friendly sport while also travelling to places where if a government decided to act on their laws, many fans could be put in serious danger.

Would you want to come out in that? Especially turning over something so personal and often painful to a public mob who will debate it?

While we all engage in our games here, it can be taken out of this space very quickly, and if someone made a post speculating on driver sexuality, it could spread, get ripped and posted on twitter, and grow into something far uglier very fast. Would you want to see a joke driver sexuality post spread like that? We all saw how the Fernando and Taylor swift joke went so far, so fast, until the fuckin aston admin had Fernando on a tiktok with Taylor swift audio. I’m not gonna make a post I already think is based on a flawed idea, about drivers I don’t care about, with that at risk.

You could argue again that our jokes could spread like that, but in the same way every post can be considered in bad faith when twisted the wrong way, it’s the gamble we make posting here. Trust me— I’m the guy who had his art posted in an Instagram hate collage by max fans— nothing is safe from the wrong eyes here.

I have also seen first hand the awful examples of people actually making those lists to coddle their faves. I have seen the posts where people genuinely think max is bisexual and autistic. They are infuriating.

Because I hate that, I frequently remind myself sometimes to be clearer when I’m being a rpf fan boy making a joke, and when I’m critiquing my drivers genuinely.

I can’t stop other people blurring or forgetting the line between joke and reality, but I can refuse to do it myself. I am only responsible for myself, and for making sure my jokes are clear enough most people will get them.

So that’s why yeah, I’ll make limp wrist joke about George, becuase I’ve been the target of them, but I’m not going to speculate on sexuality. I hope that helps.

[icharchivist]

i completely relate to your feelings for the ff7 remake. its so crushing when you love something and then the remake/sequel/whatever carries its name but butchers the themes so thoroughly that you feel like they didnt understand what made the original so great to begin with. it just feels like a lazy cash grab. looking at every disney remake specifically. or i love this manga that has been going for 1000+ chapters and i wish it would end. i love it dearly its so nostalgic and it was like the first manga i ever read but the characters have become 2d caricatures of themselves and have lost their personality and it just kind of makes me sad. and i agree that a choice like killing aerith hurts because you love the character but it was meaningful and gave characters depth and raised the stakes and just not doing it in the remake because shes so beloved is missing the entire point. i just completely get it and while im not that attached to ff i completely get how youre feeling and why youre so annoyed. it looks great but whats the point if the story doesnt match? themes are so so important and your explanation of how ff7 is about the conflict between nature and industrialization and how aerith represents the planet itself sort of makes a lot of sense. its a really deep story with a lot of thought put into it and her death is so symbolic and important to the story itself. yes shes adorable and beloved but killing her feels like the only right move. its so integral. so yeah jail for square enix for disguising their fanfic sequel as a remake. jail for 1000 years.

aaah nonny thank you 😭💞

while i'm sad the feeling is all too well known it is reassuring at least to find people who relate to it, so thank you for sharing that thought.

the Disney remakes are also a huge pet peeve of mine in term of missing themes or fixing things that don't need to be fixed, but honestly i've given up caring about them at least, and the original always still stand very well on its own even now that it's just *shrugs* whatever yknow, if some people want to connect with the remakes so be it.

for the ff7 remake it irks me a little more since i know people tend to not like getting into older games in general. and with 7 having had many entries to the saga, the original game clashed in gameplay and designs, which threw a lot of people off from playing it.

And it's wild bc i can't exactly call the remake lazy, the amount of work is seen everywhere, but it does feel extremely cynical. Like idk the moment you bring a meta textual level criticizing the fans for wanting to keep the story like it was before, it ends up feeling personal rather than an actual thoughtful approach on the story.

As for like, super long sequels that ends up ruining the spirit of the original, gooood yeah. sometimes it's good when a series can properly end. Fans can do the "keeping the story alive" part just fine we don't need to milk it until the characters are no longer enjoyable...

I am also glad that my POV on Aerith's death and its thematical importance makes sense to you also 🥺 It's a death i feel strongly about because it's genuinely way better done than people give it credit for and i've seen too many takes missing the point that it's something i've been ruminating about for years. (i've read takes about how it's fridging women again for Cloud's manpain and it irks me a lot bc this is not what fridging is and while yeah Cloud suffers from it since yknow, he's the protagonist so we follow his own journey through pain - it's not about Cloud, not just about him anyway. There was also how in ff15 Lunafreya's death was compared to Aerith's by the lead developer and to me it really gives the perfect counter example on how meaningful Aerith's death was to ff7 if you compare it in details to Luna's.)

and of course Aerith is fantastic and i wish, on an emotional level, for her to be alive, but it's not the narratively satisfying ending imo, and any scenario where she doesn't die undo most of the story moving forward.

and honestly it's just. idk kinda sad, that they took back the original dev team from ff7 for this remake, and yet they went into this direction. I do remember that there were tons of interviews about doing right to the fans and honoring the characters the fans came to love so much (it was especially a Kitase's interview where he was especially talking about Sephiroth and Zack, two characters who shouldn't have appeared in the remake at the time, and that i found extremely noticeable bc i have an interview of Kitase in a magazine dating from 2015 where he mentions how much he was always pissed off by Zack's popularity and didn't understand why fans loved him so much.). And so it's like. is it really just fanservice for the sake of fanservice, wanting so much to please the fans you ignore the themes you put in the game? or were all of the themes genuinely accidental??? or the fact it was 25 years ago means it's too far away for them to be remembered as such??

Ad i do think it's even sadder considering how relevant the OG's themes are to our modern days in general.

So yeah, i'm sad the remake went in such a different direction, i feel a bit cheated, but especially i'm bewildered how much it betrays the original themes more than just being different yknow? like i said with the whole "the whole game was about coping with the denial that makes you rewrite your own life and be easily manipulable as a result, so why make the whole remake about "let's rewrite this timeline actually""

but HELP yeah that's definitely a fanfic alright *mumbles* and i've read better ones.

jail!!! jail for a thousand years!!!!!

thank you for your understanding nonny <3333

[reblogthiscrapkay]

tagged by @fragiledewdrop. Thanks for giving me something to do at midnight when I should be sleeping but I accidentally went into a beer and poke coma at like 5:30.

Rules: answer the questions and tag fifteen mutuals.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not specifically. My mom said she named me about “strong women” and that’s clear when you see the list of names she considered.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I kind of don’t remember. I think I cried just a little a few weeks ago because I was feeling a lot of residual grief that wasn’t super specific. And I think I was werewolfing.

3. Do you have kids?

No.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not especially. I think I lean more on being witty than sarcastic, but very few people are immune to a well timed “Really?!”

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I don’t know. Usually whatever is most distinct about them. Clothes, maybe.

6. What’s your eye colour?

Blue. Specifically a teal color with a ring of green and a thinner ring of amber around the pupil.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Both. I think I also just like scary movies with happy endings. Mostly I like ambiguous endings though.

8. Any special talents?

I’m really perceptive. Part of the “witch” rumors about me has to do with how I look and dress but it also genuinely comes from the fact that I can read people and predict outcomes with startling accuracy.

9. Where were you born?

At a hospital in the city in Massachusetts that my family is from, 30 minutes north of where I grew up. Hence, eternal jokes about how I’m not a real Connecticuter.

10. What are your hobbies?

Traveling, reading, watching movies, going to the theater, sewing (but mostly for practical purposes), pretending I’m going to get good at bass guitar

11. Have you any pets?

No.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

When I was a child I did martial arts and swimming. In late elementary I did a little bit of floor hockey. In college I took a foil fencing class. And that’s literally entirely it.

13. How tall are you?

5′5.5″

14. Favorite subject in school?

I’m an English teacher so it feels wrong to any anything other than that, but I also disliked almost every English teacher I had in high school. I loved science though (specifically chemistry and biology) and really should have taken more social studies classes since I really love the subject. I also liked chorus and art, but I didn’t take them every year. Spanish was fine too. Really, I liked everything but gym and math except my algebra 2 class was okay.

15. Dream job?

I kind of have it? I’m a high school English teacher at a travel-themed school with a diverse student body and I teach World Literature and a course I created about marginalized people. I guess my dream job is my current job with a better principal. 

I would tag, but does anyone do these aside from me?

[fqiryspit]

𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

Eren x Fem!Reader

part 4 of: baby fever

cw: breeding kink, praise kink, fingering, pussy eating, lactation kink, slight degrading, slight mommy kink, switch eren, cum cleaning, squirting, committed relationship, pregnancy, rainy day sex.

summary: for the first time since your baby was born you and Eren finally have one night of silence, and you decided to fill it with moans

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"Fuck, Eren" 

you sigh out, it's been 7 weeks since your daughter has been born so that means 7 sleepless nights, but here its mothers day and Eren decides to give you another sleepless night -just this night will be a lot more fun

"You're okay, aren't you, mommy?" he asks while kissing your thigh, fingers pumping in and out of your dripping hole

you squirm at the pet name, knowing how you've been addressing Eren as daddy since he became one -and knowing how it drove him crazy

"mm-hm" you whimper, he nods and leans down to kiss your aching clit, eyeing how your swollen milk filled titties bounce as he gave kitten licks on your pussy

his hand that was previously spreading your thighs open reached up to grab at one of your boobies, slowly and carefully massaging them as you relaxed in his touch

it was a calming, reassuring gesture for him to relieve the soreness out of them, but then, a trickle of milk spurted out of your nipple, running down your breast

he quickly licked it up without a second thought, moaning into your breast at the taste

"can I have some more, mommy?" he asks with a pout, eyes pleading as he rams his fingers into your pussy even harder

"fuck, yes!" you squeal, he smirks before locking his lips around the bud, resting his nicely teeth on the areola and sucking your nipple

a choked moan left your lips as the feeling of milk spurted out and into eren mouth, he groan and sucked more -adding his thumb to rub your needy little clit as his long fingers ran up your walls

"m' gonna cum!" you whine, thighs covered in your slick as the wet noises of your pussy filled the room, without a stop his fingers slid in and out of your drooling cunt

with a pop his lips uncovered from your bud, looking back up to you with lust-filled eyes he growled,

"then fucking cum for me" you threw your head back but he reached up and head your head back down to him, wanting to see the way your eyes spin when you cum

"e-eren" you sobbed, he kissed your lips with love but whispered dirty thoughts on your tongue

"I know baby, I know" he grunted, kissing your lips once more, feeling you take a sharp inhale when you came, squirting your pretty little cream all over his fingers and wrists

he chuckled at how much cum came out of you, cleaning it all up of course, licking your pussy clean while it twitched -twitching just like how his aching dick twitched on your hip

Eren's cock needed a cunt -a cunt to fuck, a cunt to breed, a cunt to ruin, so why not use the prettiest, tightest, cunt of the women he loves most?

you felt him slap his leaking tip against your overstimulated clit, still trying to catch your breath you tried to calm the shaking in your thighs

"ready for me, baby?" he taunted, tho, genuinely asking, he needed to make sure his little baby was comfortable at all costs

"yes, p-please eren!" you yelped, probably louder than the thrashing lighting crashing down outside

just putting the tip in, you saw stars, filling you up so good and he's not even halfway in.

but when he fucked the rest into you, you lost it

babbling about how big he is and how good he stretched you out, you were officially fucked dumb.

Eren fucking loves you with everything in him...but right now he's gonna fuck you like he doesn't. 

"aw, so early in, and you're already fucked dumb? is my dick that good baby?" he teased, acting like he wasn't about to unleash his baby batter in seconds if you kept squeezing him like that

"yes eren! it feels so good!" you cried out, his cock throbbing at your pleas

you looked up to your lover, his hair loose and falling to his shoulders, intimidating green eyes looking down at you, perfect fucking abs glistened with sweat, and he's all yours

his hand pushed on your stomach, feeling how deep he is making his head throwback as he groaned, adams apple bobbing as your pussy sucked him in

"fuck, how is it, that a whole human came out of here, and you're still so fucking tight?" he spat out, slowly having his head fall to look at you, one of his hands coming down to rub your little clit 

"I'm gonna cum!" you whined, grabbing at his arm as he relentlessly fucked you

"yeah? you gonna cum on my cock honey?" he kissed you, leaning down to kiss your ear

"I love you baby, cum for me please...I need it baby, I need you" he kissed your cheek and spread your thighs wider, hips snapping back and forth as he broke

"eren!" you screamed as the knot in your stomach burst, he groaned dick coated with your cream, the noise of your beautiful wet cunt filling the room as he fucked his way through

"fuck yeah baby, let it all out" he bit his lip whispering a broken "fuck!" and shot his cum deep into you 

still dazed from your orgasm you managed to smile at him, he kissed your lips with a chuckle, about to say something when he gets caught off by blood-curdling screaming from the next room, he smiled and raised his brows,

"happy mothers day, mommy"

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an: AHHH HEYYY SHAWTYYY! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!! AND THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS! 💞---this is my 500 special, even tho I just gained 900 followers!! I'll be doing 600, 700, 800, AND 900 specials soon! omfg, I'm crying I love you guys so much! I decided to keep the tradition going and did baby fever again, tho, I will say for my 600 special I won't be doing baby fever 5 lmfao...ANYWHO I LOVE YOU GUYS MWAUH MWAUH MWUAH 😘❤️

[woos-lil-oreo]

Love Scene

Pairing: Song Min Gi x Female! Reader

Word Count: approximately 3.1k words

Warnings: Slight Voyeurism???, Mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing/swearing, biting, spitting, Reader is a slight pillow princess, UNPROTECTED SEX (plastic wrap your peenie weenies), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, slight use of pet names... I think that's it.

Author's Note: Most of this is a BIG self-indulgence XD and that Mingi gif always get me going... AnYwAyS, This fic is NSFW!!!! If you are uncomfy, do not read! If I miss anything, please tell me. If you wanna join the taglist, send me an ask and let me know. Don't steal... all that ✨ jazz ✨ music. Drink your water and enjoy my dirty lil harlots 😉

Taglist: @shusan @woowommy @ceopjy @joongsprincess @yunhofingers

Intro and Masterlist ✨

This is the happiest day of your life. You are dolled up in a beautiful snow-white dress decorated in speckled sequins and intricate rhinestone designs.

Your makeup is simple yet glamourous with a simple natural smoky eye with a shimmer in the inner corners. There is this aural glow of happiness around you, and you genuinely feel like a princess.

You are standing in front of your handsome fiancée with your hands holding each other, who is decked out in a simple black suit with a white dress shirt accented with a deep royal blue tie and shiny black Oxfords.

Hongjoong’s friend, Maddox, recites the point in the script where the vows would be repeated by you and your soon to be husband.

The vows. A spiritual binding of words that will connect the two of you until the end of eternity… or until you two get tired of each other, whichever comes first.

As you repeat after Maddox, Mingi’s eyes glisten with tears of joy. As much as he willed himself not to, one little miscreant of a tear dared to fall. You drop one of your hands to go wipe the tear stream off of his cheek.

The guests proceed to awe in adoration. Seonghwa fans his eyes to prevent his tears from falling, while Hongjoong is sporting a runny nose and a giant crocodile tear down his cheek, clinging to Seonghwa’s shoulder.

As you listen to Mingi recite his vows, tears start to well up in your eyes. You grip Mingi’s hand a little tighter to calm yourself because your makeup is beautifully done, and you’d be damned if you let a teardrop and a dried tear stain appear on your cheek. Jae-hee would have your ass. You got through the ceremony without tears!

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Maddox proclaims. You turn to Mingi, who now has one of the brightest smiles ever on his face, and he leaves a nice, sweet, lingering peck on your lips, still holding your hands.

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that!” Wooyoung screams out, earning himself a nice smack to the forehead from Yeosang. Wooyoung winces and rubs the spot while the guests laugh at their interaction and turn back to you when Mingi lets go of your hand and smirks.

Mingi pulls you to his chest, grabs you by the waist – pulling you close to him – and kisses you. As the kiss gets deeper, he places his hand on your cheek – steadying your head, and your hands work their way to the back of his head.

The crowd begins to root the two of you on, and Jae-hee screams out, “You guys are literally about to get a room!” You both pull away from each other and look at your husband. Mingi has a very thin layer of shimmer lip gloss on his mouth, and his cheeks and the tips of his ears are red.

A now very flustered and blushy boi Maddox quickly recollects himself from what he just witnessed and mutters, “They don’t pay me enough,” with a chuckle before he announces, loud and proud, “I-I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Song Min Gi!”

Everyone stands up from their seats and creates a round of applause as the newlywed couple leads the processional to the area where the wedding party, which is beautifully attired in soft peach pink dresses and deep royal sapphire blue accented suits, is to take pictures of one of the most important days you will never forget.

~25 minutes later~

The host has completed the introductions for the most chaotic wedding party that has ever existed, and everyone is getting to their seats in the venue.

The reception hall is absolutely stunning! The same colors of the wedding party are accented with gold. Diamonds are loosely scattered across the table, tealight candles alit floating in water vases, giving the room a soft glow in addition to the dimmed lighting.

The caterers are dressed in a clean white shirt, a black vest, and slacks. The guys have a royal blue sleeve garter, and the girls a soft peach one.

Once everyone has settled at their tables, Jae-hee and Yunho approach the front of the makeshift stage to make their toasts as Maid of Honor and Best Man.

Jae-hee grabs the microphone first, and she is already tearing up, and she is usually not one for emotion often. “Y/N, we have been friends for so long… we are practically sisters. I’ve watched you grow into a beautiful and confident woman… and even though I put you through some shit….” All of ATEEZ shakes their head and groan in agreement, and the rest of the guests laugh in response.

Jae-hee rolls her eyes and continues. “I���m so happy that you have found the love of your life and that I wasn’t the first to get married.” You roll your eyes and get up to hug her, and she meets you halfway. While in her embrace, she whispers, “I love you, baby girl,” and you respond with the same hushed tone, “I love you, too,” letting one measly tear run.

You two kiss each other’s cheek, and you return to your seat, and Jae-hee returns to the stage. She grabs Yunho’s handkerchief to dab away her tears before they fall through mascara. “Mingi, I officially welcome you into the messy integration that is our family.” Mingi chuckles and nods in response.

The mic is passed to Yunho. “Mingi, you have grown into an immaculate young man who is decorated with accomplishments and people who love you. I’m really proud of you, and I wish you two the best of luck. Y/N, I have watched you become each other’s yin and yang. You may be a bit of a handful,” you roll your eyes and chuckle. “… But we love you so much, and we welcome you into our quote – end quote ‘messy integration that is our family.’” Yunho walks over to give you a kiss on the cheek, and bro hugs Mingi.

“Cheers!” After an emotional toast from Hongjoong and Seonghwa, it was time for the party to begin, and I mean both aspects of the term. Which explains why you are now seated in a chair in the middle of the dance floor. Mingi is standing across from you with a slightly evil glint in his eye.

Hope You Do by Chris Brown blares through the speakers in the venue. You immediately cover your warm cheeks with your hands to conceal the blush and warmth there, knowing what is to come. Mingi starts to remove his suit jacket… and Yeosang, Yunho, and surprisingly, Jongho remove their coats as well.

As the trio wines and grinds on the floor behind the Groom, Mingi moves closer towards you to go and remove your garter.

When he reaches you, he does not even take the time to bunch up your dress and goes straight into hunting for the garter. His big hands rub around the top of your knees to find it.

When he does, he drops his hands to the floor to give himself leverage. He proceeds to leave a speckled trail of kisses up your leg and bites right below the garter, causing you to yelp in surprise and the crowd to holler out.

Mingi drags the garter down your leg to your ankle and removes it from your foot. At this point, there is a tension between you two that begs and pleads to be relieved.

Mingi stands to his feet, grabbing your hands to guide you straight up off the chair. You two make eye contact, and you can see the tension. “Alright young bachelorettes, come out to the floor and catch you a bouquet!” The host says in the mic, and all the women move to the floor, ready to start drinking, the actual after-party, and the real fun.

When all participants are on the floor, you pretend to throw the bouquet to keep them on edge. After a few false turns, you finally throw, and Jae-hee sprints to the front to catch it effortlessly.

“Yeahhh bitches, I’m next to get married!!!” She jumps up and down as you laugh and the other ladies leave the floor.

The host announces that it is the fellas’ turn to come out on the floor. It was not as many males as females, but there was a good amount present. Mingi played the same card as you: pretending to throw the garter until he did.

In an ironic twist of events, Jongho caught it on the top of his head like a flower crown. When he patted his head to confirm he sort of caught it, he made eye contact with Jae-hee.

They both quickly look away with a bright pink flush on their cheeks, which causes you and Mingi to laugh together. He wraps his arms across your shoulder blades and squeezes your shoulder. You look at him questioningly, and he nods to the door. You nod and grab his hand, running to the back door with your husband.

Seonghwa will have your ass for running out and leaving him and Hongjoong to clean up your mess, but that is a tomorrow problem, and you have more… pressing matters to deal with.

Mingi is flying down the street with you in the back seat to compensate room for your dress. As he tries to get to your home without getting a ticket, you untie his tie and proceed to rub down his chest, slow and meticulously popping one button after another.

Before you could decorate his neck in pretty little hickeys and love bites, the car jerks to a stop, and he power strides to your door and opens it. He grabs you in his arms bridal style out of the vehicle.

You were surprised at how easy he made that look, especially with all of the extra fluff on your dress. He carries you into the threshold with ease, kissing you as if his life depends on it.

When Mingi blindly finds your room, he puts you down on your feet, spins you around, and begins to unzip your dress. He kisses under your ear and down your neck as your dress pools around your feet. He breaks away to rest his forehead on yours.

“As much I would love to pound you into the mattress right now, I would like for our first time as a married couple to be gentle,” he breathes out. You nod your head, and he slowly turns you around to unclip the black strapless bra, allowing your breasts to drop.

He returns his mouth back to your neck and softly twists your nipple between his fingers, eliciting tingles to run all over your body. As good as the feeling was, you remove Mingi’s hand and spin around to face your husband. You walk backward until the back of your legs hit the mattress and lean back.

MIngi crawls on top of you and slowly kisses you. You can feel the passion and love through it, causing you to shiver. Mingi, once again, pulls away from you to drag your black lace panties down your legs. He throws them across the room and stands from the bed, peeling away the dress shirt you opened in the car.

The shirt drops to the floor, and he begins to unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the floor. The pants come next, along with the boxer briefs, and they pooled around his ankles. You bite your finger and lick your lips with lust-darkened eyes as you are being blessed with this private show.

Mingi returns to your V of your legs and brings your ankle to his mouth, leaving delicate kisses down the inner side of your leg until he reaches the inner thigh, where he leaves a bite – causing you to giggle and squirm a bit.

He lifts himself to where his penis grazes your labia. He rubs the tip along your slit and teases the tip inside of your core. “You ready, baby?” He sticks the reddened tip inside, just to pull it back out, and repeats this a couple times until you are a whining and moaning little mess. He finally pushes his dick past the tip and slowly moves into you, allowing you to feel every vein and ridge of his cock.

You moan in relief and very, very, VERY slight pain due to his girth, and Mingi doesn’t stop until he is at the hilt, meeting you pelvis to pelvis. He doesn’t move for a second, trying to collect himself before he busts in you from the tightness of your honey pot. You shiver as he pants in your neck, leaving goosebumps wherever his warm minty breath hits.

You grind your hips around, signaling that you have adjusted to his size, and he moans out at the action. He begins to pump inside very slowly in and out of you, with his brows scrunched and his bottom lip being bitten.

You hear the squelching noises from his slow pace. When you started getting louder, Mingi moves a bit faster, seeing that you are slowly reaching your orgasm, and frankly, so is he. “Baby, I love you so much,” he mutters like a mantra as he helps you both reach new heights.

You two have made love before, but never to this extent. After every mutter, your heart from knowing that this is the man you will spend the rest of your life with. You place your hand on the back of Mingi’s neck to kiss him, but before your lips could make contact, Mingi stops.

He licks the base of his thumb and places a firm pressure on your clitoris, and then kisses you, his tongue swirling around your own. You two are seeing specks of light under your eyelids from cumming so hard. It may not have been anything degrading, rough or intense in that sense. Still, it was absolutely beautiful joining souls with your lover.

~The Next Morning~

You wake up feeling floaty, like you are lying on a cloud. Your husband is asleep with his arm draped around your waist. As you face Mingi, his features are soft, and it looks like he is in bliss. You place your hand on his cheek and caress the apple.

When you are done admiring your husband, you carefully move his arm to his side to make breakfast. You are successful in not waking Mingi and hop out of bed, still naked from last night’s escapades. “Wow, it feels nice to say that,” you think as you grab your husband’s dress shirt and run to the bathroom to clean Mingi’s cum that has dripped down your leg.

~A few minutes later~

You are now in the kitchen, whipping up some waffle batter. The table is decorated with a nicely plated array of bacon and a bowl of freshly washed and cut fruit. You finish plugging in the waffle iron when your husband wraps his arms around your shoulders and spins you around.

He quickly lifts you on the counter. “Good morning, Mrs. Song.” He says huskily from his morning voice. You try to reply with a greeting, but Mingi catches the words in your mouth. Your lips are smashed together from Mingi’s fervency, and his long and slender fingers start to move down to your hole.

“Oh my goodness, babe. You’re so wet for me.” He teased. You moan out while he rubs your entrance, spreading your slick up and down. “You like this, don’t you?” He asks when he pushes a finger in, causing you to scream in response. “Those weren’t proper words, but I’ll take it.” He responds while adding another finger in and drastically changing his pace. You cry out due to the incredible speed. Mingi looks up at you.

Your head is tilted back, tiny pants coming from your mouth, and hands grabbing the counter as if to ground yourself. Mingi lets a drop of spit fall from his mouth and adds another finger to add more lubrication and bring you closer to climax.

You start to squirm on the counter, which is now soaked in your fluids, and whimper softly. A telltale sign that you are almost there; you just need that one little push. Mingi kneels down to be face to face with your cunt, and he stares at your dripping core as if he was hypnotized by how well you are taking his digits.

A loud moan from you knocks him out of his trance, and he adds one more finger and starts to apply suction on your button. A blinding white light flashes behind your eyelids, and a fuzzy warmth roams all over your body.

You breathe heavily from your high, and Mingi slows his speed, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. He slowly removes his fingers, causing you to whimper from overstimulation, and brings them to your mouth.

You immediately open your mouth to welcome in the appendages and begin to suck them as if your life depends on it. The spit dribbles from your mouth down your chin and along Mingi’s forearm. He gently pulls at your jaw to open your mouth and spits in your mouth.

“Swallow.” He growls, and you do not think twice about disobeying him. He returns to kiss you, mixing your natural taste with your juices and his tongue.

He pulls away, and your fucked out state is adorable: your eyes are dilated from here to Hell, saliva glistening your chin, your cheeks are heavily flushed, and your ass is drenched with your cum.

“If this is what I wake to every morning, I’m not complaining.” Mingi chuckles. “You didn’t even get to have breakfast yet.” You laughed. He looks with an eyebrow raised… “Oh, you meant actual food?” You nod your head.

“As long as I have you, I don’t think I’ll need anything else.” He cheesily says. “Yeah, sure, that’s not what your body will be saying.” You retaliate as you jump off the counter, cringing when you hear your butt peel off the corner from your juices.

Mingi laughs, grabs some paper towels to clean that. When he’s done, he washes his hands and proceeds to help you cook so you two can build the stamina to christen the rest of your home together. Well, christen is not the right word… more like fuck like rabbits until the morning light returns.

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[flamingo-writes]

Punk Rock (p.1) — Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A/N: I have major Eddie brain rot. You’ll have to deal with me for a while. I’ve been working in another fanfic about him, but it’s kinda getting too long and I just word vomited this. There will be a smutty second part of this coming soon, perhaps later today or tomorrow. I also have binge read most of the things written of him by this point, ande while I love the trope of Eddie being with a sweet and innocent S/O, I’d like the idea of seeing Eddie with someone tough and even scarier than him. I feel like he’d be the kind of guy who loves intimidating women.

Summary: The both of you looked like you were just meant to be friends. The Rockstar and the Punk. Although at the beginning you didn’t quite dig Eddie constantly following you around. However, soon the both of you became close friends, pretty much inseparable. Eventually catching feelings for each other but without doing much about it. At least not until one of your usual Friday movie nights when you fall asleep on him, and in your half asleep state, you ask him to stay with you.

Genre: fluff, mutual pinning, eventual friends to lovers.

Warnings: mentions of blood, bullying, violent acts, name calling,a little bit of possessive Eddie, the reader is described as a total punk.

Word count: 2.7K

The way Eddie Munson and you became friends was rather strange at first. His insistent ass would follow you around like you’d been friends since forever after that one time you kicked some bully’s ass who was picking on him. And at first it was annoying. You were mostly known as a lone wolf with just a handful of friends, and Eddie in the beginning felt like a parasite. And what started as Eddie following you around because he knew people didn’t mess up with you, soon turned into a genuine friendship. You had grown fond of the little pest that made you groan annoyed and roll your eyes to laughing at his jokes and clever remarks. It was only a matter of time, really. Being not so different, the friendship was bound to happen; except for the little detail that you were dangerous. He wasn’t.

He looked like a rockstar, acted like an unhinged lunatic, and while he failed most of his classes, he actually had a very quick mind. He could make complex calculations in a few seconds, and while he wasn’t aware of all the things that make up good grammar and redaction, he was good at writing and speaking, he managed to sound like a renaissance playwright at times and throw a fuck or a motherfucker in his speech and somehow make it work like it was all part of the same original piece. What Eddie lacked was a sense of priority or simply fucks to give about school. And despite all of these things, the one thing Eddie was not, was aggressive.

Whenever bullies picked up on him, he’d laugh back and make a scene. His defense mechanism usually worked by spooking the bullies through his loud and obnoxious behavior. But he could never punch back.

Not like you. And God, he loved that about you. While you’d use to call Eddie Rockstar since for a fair amount of time he was following you, you didn’t know his name, soon Rockstar became a pet name, a nickname and token of your friendship. Eddie in return would call you Punk. Because that was what you were. Wearing similarly dark baggy clothes like him, and perhaps your hair wasn’t as extraordinary as his, you played with the messy makeup to better emphasize your nature. And leaving the appearances behind, you were a Punk through and through. And it had nothing to do with the Sex Pistols or Blondie posters in your room. No, it was all about how you’d fearlessly stand up for your principles.

Which was what brought you to Eddie in the first place. The moody anarchist that you were had an inherent disliking of the way societal norms tied everyone around you and how everyone seemed to play by them. There was a food chain to maintain like you were still wild animals and not civilized, thinking people. And whenever you was bullies throwing people around, you’d butt in, uncalled, unwanted, and most certainly feared.

Was it the fire burning in your angry eyes, or perhaps the way you yelled and called names, and how you threw punches? Because being a girl in the 80’s you were expected to be submissive and avoid trouble. No. The look in bully’s eyes whenever you threw the first punch always shocked them. Their threats to punch you back never made you back down, and in fact your words of encouragement only scared them even further.

"Yeah? Come on asshole, show the entire school who’s the man, punch a girl in the face and earn a reputation. Show me you’ve got the balls you brag you have!"

And while more often than not you did get punched, the taste of blood, your teeth tinting with red and the wicked smile in your face, made the horror spread in the bullies’ eyes. Asserting your dominance by enduring the pain and having the adrenaline rush pushing your body like a drug.

"It feels good, doesn’t it?" You’d reply before striking back.

You had earned a reputation. And got several expelling threats from the teachers, but you knew your way with words, and knew the school rules so well you could bend them and defend them, advocating for your own self, and successfully getting away with it. You managed to sneak through the rules, making it seem like you were playing by them. And whenever you had to significantly break them. You somehow managed to to save your ass every single time you walked through the principal’s office.

After you’d made a reputation for yourself, and after people understood you were somehow untouchable by school authorities, people became afraid of you. Rumors had it, you’d threatened with killing the principal’s family if he were were to do something to you. But rumors were stupid enough these days you hardly cared for what people had to say about you. You were the anarchist, the unstoppable force, the violent allegedly virgin girl because no man dared to go near you.

Except for Eddie.

The day it happened, Eddie was being thrown around in a circle of the rich guys in town. Being called freak, nerd, lowlife. Eddie played along and laughed it off, knowing eventually he was going to be left alone. He received a few kicks and punches by the school stairs. Holding on to the handle rail for dear life to keep himself from rolling down the stairs and possibly injure himself even further. And just when one of the bigger bullies was ready to stomp on his face, he fell over the stairs, rolling over and hitting his face against the concrete.

"Oops, I didn’t see where I was going" A very sarcastic and unamused voice echoed as the pack of well dressed chimpanzees immediately quieted down. "Oh dude, are you okay?" The sarcasm continued as Eddie looked up and saw you standing at the top of the staircase looking at the guy you had just pushed down the stairs with a petty grin. "I hope you can wash blood off your white Lacoste, it would be pretty lame if it didn’t,"

"You bitch!" One of his friends said walking closer to you.

"Back off unless you want to match Kyle’s new red stained shirt" You said in a flat threatening voice and looked at him. "Fill me in, is red in at the moment?"

"You’re crazy"

"Not as much as I’d like to. I don’t speak idiot, tell your friends to go away" You growled and maintained the eye contact. "Did I not just speak English or are you that stupid?!" You snapped as the guy before you flinched.

"You’re gonna pay for this!" Kyle whined as he stood up and tooK a few steps back, covering his bloody nose with his hand.

"Take a fucking turn" You barked as the pack of fancy bullies finally left.

You looked down at Eddie and offered your hand, unknowing that the moment his hand met yours, both of your lives would change, although it take you a while before you knew it was for the best.

"Are you alright, Rockstar?" You asked helping him up as Eddie looked at you with a golden fascination, like he’d just found a diamond mine.

At first, Eddie stuck with you because you were some sort of guard dog. He knew no one would dare to touch him with with you around. Your punk style matched his rocker style, and both of you listened to pretty similar music. Both being outcasts only helped you bond further. That sense of security he wanted to feel soon turned into friendship, and eventually, the admiration Eddie felt for your wild and fearless personality turned into love. Actual feelings that made him feel mushy and disgusting. Butterflies that made him nauseous and sleepless at night.

The two of you had built a routine, comfortably made to fit both of your every day routines. Whenever he had his D&D campaign, you’d stay at the school library and work on homework. After he was done, you’d walk to either of your houses and you’d help him study and with his homework. Ever since he befriended you, not only he realized people no longer picked on him, he also noticed an improvement in his grades and finally felt hopeful.

And as Halloween drew closer, the heat of the summer was left behind and the streets started coloring themselves in brown and orange. Your favorite time of the year to just sit back and feel the chilly autumn wind kissing your skin.

After you were done with homework, Eddie was still busy along with a handful of his other friends. You went to the classroom they were using and gently opened the door, poking your head inside.

"Hey, Rockstar, I’ll wait for you outside" You said briefly, not wanting to interrupt him any further as he didn’t even look up from his board, his hands together like a prayer and in front of his lips as he was thinking.

"Sure hun, we’re almost done" He replied softly.

You smirked and nodded ready to leave and let them focus when you saw the freshmen looking at you, a lanky tall one waving at you as you gave him a smirk and nodded acknowledging his greeting before you closed the door.

"Focus, Wheeler" Eddie said in a low threatening voice as Mike flinched.

"Ye-yeah, I’m sorry Eddie" He replied.

"You like her?" His black eyes met Mike’s, giving him cold shivers as he wondered if you and Eddie were together.

"What? No! I have a girlfriend. I just think she’s cool" Mike explained, saying the truth about finding you cool.

"That she is" Eddie muttered, part of his mind drifting to you and part of it focused on the slight possessiveness he felt our of the blue. "But back off," He added in a low whisper, as his senior friends exchanged knowing looks.

"I said a had a girlfriend" Mike added defensively.

"I’m talking to everyone" Eddie snapped, making it clear that you were his territory. His crush in you was already obvious, but only now, did the Hellfire Club realize how much you meant to him.

Going as far as using the low threatening voice he’d use to narrate the dangerous adventures they embarked on while playing D&D. The same fierce stare when he threw in a dangerous creature into the game, but now daring them to attempt any move in you.

Your pretty face, sarcastic nature and fearless bravery sure attracted a lot of people towards you, specially those who you’d stand up for against the bullies, like you’d done with Eddie. Except none of them actually had a chance with you. Was it because you simply didn’t mind them, not interacting with them any further other than polite hand waving and greetings in the halls, or because Eddie scared them off.

You didn’t hear the school gates opening and closing as the Hellfire Club exchanged goodbyes and each went their separate ways. Eddie saw you sitting on one of the iron tables outside of school and walked up to you, sitting next to you.

"Whatcha reading now, babe?’ He asked using one of the many pet names that made you weak on your knees but also weird because he was your best friend.

"The Scarlet Letter" You replied, closing the book, but keeping your thumb in your current page.

"Ah, of course. A book about expectations and fitting in" Eddie said with a cheeky tone and glanced at you as you smirked and met his stare.

"Was it too predictable of me?" You joked.

"Yeah, but it’s fine. You being predictable doesn’t make you any less cool" He said as he bumped his shoulder against yours. "C’mon, we’ve got horror movies to watch"

You chuckled and grabbed your bookmark from the end of the book and placed it in the middle of the book.

He recognized the sticker he gave you, you were using it as a bookmark. The last D&D kit he’d bought included several stickers of various characters and you’d told him if you could keep “the one with the dragon”, which, in any other circumstances he would’ve said no. It was the coolest one, but because it was you and he couldn’t say no to you, he let you keep it. The rest of the stickers ended up stuck in many of Eddie’s things. His locker, the mirror in his room, his closet door, almost as if he was marking his territory with them. And seeing you carrying around the sticker, instead of sticking it somewhere, keeping it safe and sound in your books, always carrying the sticker with you along with whatever book you were reading. The idea of you using the sticker he gave you and taking it everywhere with you warmed his heart. Poor guy, couldn’t be any more infatuated with you.

"Chop, chop, we have movies to binge watch!" He said grabbing his keys from his pocket and waving them as he guided you towards his van as you followed him with a chuckle.

The cool thing about Fridays was that after his club, you’d go to a store, buy snacks like you were going into hiding for weeks, rent a few movies –mostly horror movies– and head back to your place and watch them while binging on whatever snacks you bought. No homework to focus on, no additional explaining to do and help Eddie with school. Just forgetting about the entire world, in the comfort of your living room.

Your afternoon went by as it usually did. Unfazed by the horror scenes, you two simply pointed out the ridiculous bits and laughed off, while eating sweets, chips and drinking canned coke. Nothing out of your comfortable routine. Being slowly devoured by the couch, along with the tiresome week you had, you soon felt cooed by Eddie's presence. His warmth radiating through his long sleeve Hellfire Club shirt, the familiar smell of his cheap cologne and hairspray, even the sound of his voice, whispering next to your ear all the jokes he made. You fell asleep next to him on the couch.

His heart skipped a beat when he realized you were now peacefully sleeping with your head against his shoulder and your legs over his lap. His heart fluttered joyful as he wrapped his arms around you and brought you closer. In your sleep you groaned softly, making noises he found way too sweet and adorable. His heart once again skipping a beat as you gasped his name between dreams.

He managed to lay you down on the couch, and was ready to slide down to the floor when your hands clung to him and again in a sleepy state you called his name. Feeling his heart

About to jump off your chest, he looked at you with an adoring fascination. What were the chances of you corresponding to his feelings? Before this, he'd say pretty slim, you made it pretty clear you were friends. But right now, you were asleep, calling his name, clinging to his shirt as you told him to not go.

Lost in ecstasy, he looked at you with flushed cheeks.

"Babe, we can't fall asleep on the couch" He said.

"Yes we can," You replied, most of your brain induced asleep.

Once again, not being able to say no to you, he smiled and kissed your forehead.

"You sure you want to snuggle me?" He asked.

"Why not?" You dragged your tongue sleepily.

Eddie chuckled and wasted no time snuggling next to you as you clung to him like a koala.

"You know I'm going to tease you so bad about this tomorrow, right?" He purred.

"Shut up, Munson..." you yawned.

Eddie smiled, brushing a hand through your hair as you quickly finished falling asleep.

The horror movie playing now in the background as the smell of your perfume and your slow rhythmic breathing lured him to sleep. Thinking how the scary punk girl now looked terribly cute and adorable, asleep in his arms.it was something he could get used to, for sure.

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I hope you liked this! I will be writing more of him in the future! Let me know if you’d like to be tagged for the second part of this, or any Eddie fic I post ✨🙆🏻‍♀️