#she a thiccc one too

[imasucker-4-memories]

New board, who dis?

[somedaytakethetime]

[okiedokrie]

size kink go brr

Summary: Reader is horny, Mingyu is big, size kink go brrr

Characters/Pairing: Boyfriend!Mingyu x Reader

Genre: Smut, dirty, self-indulgent, porn without plot. (Crack, yeah, this is a crackfic smut.)

AU/Trope info: Established relationship. No thoughts, head empty, monster cock Mingyu.

Word Count: 1254

Warnings: Female reader, smut warnings under the cut

A/N: reskin of another fic i wrote for ateez bc I need to feed yall

Smut Warnings: cunnilingus, degradation and praise at the same time(?), choking, very large emphasis on the fact that reader is getting split open by what is essentially a third leg, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, creampie, reader starts crying at one point but Mingyu isnt into that, biting, reader overstimulated to the point she short-circuits. 

“Fuck, Mingyu!” You screamed as he gave a particularly harsh suck to your clit, your fingers tugging at the roots of his hair as two of his large fingers scissored you open. The dirty slurping noises come from Mingyu as he ate you like a starved man, he groans and almost buries his nose in your pelvis, breathing in your scent, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as if your pussy was the best thing in his mouth after fried chicken. 

He bucks into the mattress, dick hard and leaking at the tip in his boxers, if you kept moaning so pornographically and pulling at his hair he might just jizz in his pants. He squeezes the flesh of your thighs hard, pulling your pussy closer to his face, the man was on a mission to make you cream (or better yet, squirt) all over his face; an essential part of his skincare, at least that’s what he said.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- Mingyu! Mingyu! I’m cumming- cumming-!” You whine out, clamping your thighs around his head as you push his face closer, Mingyu welcomes your orgasm with his whole mouth by messily slurping your cum. He pulls away from your cunt once you start cringing from overstimulation, using his hand to wipe your cum off his chin.

He quickly discards his pants and boxers, “Help me get your legs over my shoulders babe.” He says as you hook your hands under your thighs, spreading out your legs as Mingyu slots himself between you, pumping his dick quickly. “Fuck, you should see how hot you look, so tiny and so willing to take everything I give you.” He said while lining his dick to your entrance. You can feel the tip of his dick prodding at your hole, you bit your lip as you brace for the entrance of his gargantuan, monster cock; I’m talking thiccc with three ‘c’s, third leg, can play baseball with the fucking moon kind of big.

You hiss as the tip of his cock breaches your entrance, his large calloused hands guide your hips onto his dick as he pushes in more. You hiss at the delicious sting of his dick, removing your hands from your legs and opting to claw at the bedsheets, Mingyu takes one takes a hand that was once guiding your hips to hold onto the headboard, the view from below was great.

You slowly take him inch by inch, and even with how wet you are the penetration still seems to burn, it took a lot more time than you think for Mingyu to bottom out, like, when I say MONSTER COCK I MEAN it. Once he does bottom out, his pelvis meeting with your ass, the tip of his angry cock pressing up against your cervix and pushing away some of your organs. 

He pulls out slowly, gauging your reaction to every vein and ridge on his cock, as he pushes back in you furrow your eyebrows, biting your lip as you feel his dick rub the entire inside of your pussy. He groans when you clench around him, nails digging into the wood of the headboard as he starts with a gentle pace, moving his hips in and out slowly at first, before speeding up the roll of his hips.

“Holy shit- Mingyu! Fuck so big, too big-!” You cry out, you really can’t be sure that’s what you said though, even if he isn’t fucking into you at an animalistic pace he still manages to fuck the brain cells out of you, you might just be babbling nonsense right now. He makes a noise between a moan and a groan, biting the inside of his cheek, “You take everything I give you- you understand?” He grunts out, speeding up again and pinning you down more, he is low enough for you to feel his hard breaths on your ear, he bites down on your shoulder in an attempt to quiet down his noises, he wants to hear you.

You grip his arms, moaning in a high pitch and babbling nothing in particular, Mingyu was fucking you stupid with his giant cock and you couldn’t be happier, his pace now was brutal, the skin of your ass stinging with how hard his pelvis has smacked into it, you could feel yourself get embarrassingly close already. Your moans turned into high-pitched cries as your orgasm was speedily approaching, you clenched around his dick to signal to him your incoming orgasm, but it never came, because suddenly Mingyu got off and pulled out, denying you your orgasm. 

You whine in frustration, making more babbling noises and doing grabby hands at Mingyu, he chuckles and bites his lip, looking up and down your naked body, from your hard and perky nipples to your abused and tender hole. He finally enters you again after making sure your climax is nowhere to be seen, this time he starts fucking into you with fervor, holding your hips up to hit the deepest part of you, “Fuuck- that’s it, take my cock like the good fucking cum slut you are-” He says, somehow the combination of his praise and degradation make you whine out, absolutely blissed out, no thoughts, head empty, only big Mingyu and his big cock destroying your insides.

You were so, so close again, but Mingyu slowed down the aggressive pace of his hips, stopping his thrusts and just grinding down slowly, you started to cry, you wanted to cum so badly but Mingyu didn’t let you for the second time already, “Fuck- Mingyu, please please please, let me cum! I’ve been so good, please-!!” Mingyu, not having the heart to deny you again, finally decides that he was going to let you cum.

He lays down, “Go on and ride me, babe, I know how much you love to bounce on my cock.” He says, so naturally, you jump up and immediately straddle his hips, sinking onto his cock quickly, he takes a sharp intake of air as you enthusiastically start rolling your hips, grinding down on him. You place your hands on his large and firm chest, then you start bouncing up and down his cock, loving the sting of his giant dick reaching the deepest parts of you. Mingyu can feel himself coming closer to his high as you clamp down on his dick like a vice, trying to milk him for his worth, he grips your hips and starts bucking up into you, you whine out and babble expletives, mouth hanging open and drooling, digging your nails into his chest as your orgasm approached you quickly.

You throw your head back and finally cum, your jaw slacking open and your eyes rolling to the back of your head, the spasming of your pussy pushes Mingyu over the edge too, sending his load straight into your womb, this action threw you violently into another orgasm, making you choke out a strangled moan as your cringe of oversensitivity.

You both pant out, you’re exhausted and sweaty, muscles sore, pussy raw, and you just want to pass out in a tub full of warm water. Mingyu shares the same sentiment, so he runs a bath for both of you to get cleaned up, and once you two are done taking a bath, you sit down on the edge of the tub while Mingyu changes the ruined sheets. He tucks you under his arm, kisses your forehead, and you both pass out.

FIN.

[quantum1mmortality]

Could I request kung lao who can't take his eyes off from!reader? Like she has thick thighs and tits that are super hard to cover. I'm totally not self projecting here👀 thanks!!!!!

Girl the way I relate to you so hard 😭 these triple D's make my life so much worse I swear

Tw/cw: Kung Lao being extremely horny, kind of pre established relationship??? Idk, Liu Kang being able to hear his horny thoughts and getting fed up with it, Raidens fed up with it too tho DW, Bi Han is also a simp for reader but Kung Lao is cooler, readers THICCC in the tits and thighs department, cursing, takes place before Bi Han became grandmaster because we all know he wouldn't let a woman NEAR the Lin Kuei

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I said this once and I'll say it again, Kung Lao is a certified thigh man. Any thighs, small, big, muscular, soft n squishy, he loves them all.

So when you showed up as a new Lin Kuei recruit member, much to the dismay of Bi Han, Kung Lao was head over heels for you.

You needed to get a uniform tailored specifically for you. Considering you were one of the first female recruits, you couldn't take a man's uniform, according to Bi Han, at least. Not only that, but you needed a uniform to cover up.. well, everything. You had incredibly thiccc thighs and awfully big breasts, both being very hard to cover up.

You were able to persuade Bi Han to make you a uniform that had a turtle neck long sleeve shirt with bell bottom jeans (that's what I'd want at least smh). Bi Han was quick to have someone get your measurements as well as making the actual uniform.

Truth be told, you could tell Bi Han had a small soft spot for you. Which is why he was always more than happy to help you out. When you finally got your uniform, you were confused as to why it was so tight if you got your measurements taken. It had hugged every curve you had perfectly and made your thighs and bust accentuated.

Other than the fact it was revealing without having anything showing, you enjoyed your new uniform and wore it out to train. You could feel your colleagues eyes on you, especially Kung Laos. God did he love how your thighs looked in your new uniform, he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

He'd often times try and spar you, being completely mesmerized by the way your breasts would move in your uniform. He'd purposefully lose that way he could rematch you.

Other times he'd just stare. The other men training would too, but they had the decency to at least look away after a few seconds. Not Kung Lao though. He'd stare at your body for minutes at a time. Raiden would have to genuinely slap him before he got the hint.

He wasn't objectifying you, or at least, not on purpose. He genuinely did have a lot of respect for you as a fighter, he just couldn't help but think about you in the most perverted ways possible.

If you guys were ever next to each other, whether it be at dinner, during training, or something else, he'd spare small glances at you. He'd take in every part of you, your luscious hair, eyelashes, a side profile he deemed perfect.

He'd stare at your lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss them, touch them, have them wrapped around his cock. Same with your thighs and breasts, he'd wonder what it would be like to touch them, to kiss them, make small hickeys on them. He'd love to know what they'd look like bare, or maybe with his cum painted on them.

Sometimes Liu Kang would just look him dead in the eyes while he's thinking about these perverted things and give him the stankest look. Like he'd look at him like a disappointed father.

Raiden is also getting fed up with how much he talks about you but never WITH you. Raiden thought you were gorgeous, both mind and body, and he just wanted what was best for his friend. That, however, did not include Kung Laos endless rambling about you. He had gotten so sick of it that he ended up confessing for him.

Raiden waited until you were alone to approach you. You guys were pretty good friends, so this wasn't out of the ordinary. He'd mentioned Kung Lao once and could see how your eyes lit up at the thought of him. He told you about how he had the biggest crush on you and set you guys up on a date.

Kung Lao wasn't thrilled to find out Raiden told you for him. He wasn't happy about it at all actually, but he'll be damned if he missed this opportunity with you.

The amount of times he's fucked his hands, or wrapped a pillow around his cock just to simulate what you could feel like was too many times to count. The date was at a fancy restaurant, he had picked you up and you were wearing a low cut dress that left nothing to the imagination. You had to keep pulling the dress down because of how often it rode up your thighs, and every time you did, Kung Lao felt like he was in heaven.

You were so beautiful to him, and finding out more about you as a person just made him even more attracted to you. He'd asked you so much about yourself that by the end of the night you'd known nothing about him. So when you asked him for another date, he was ecstatic.

He absolutely went home and masturbated so much that night he felt like his dick was gonna fall off. He's probably into that tho

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A/n: do you guys think Kung Laos into drinking breast milk. I do. I think he'd be all up in those titties fr

[butmakeitgayblog]

I shouldn’t speak on anyone else’s behalf, but I’d like to hear about the new angsty not-fake-dating au idea please

Ok 👀

Gonna preface this by saying Clarke's overall character in the first half is... questionable. But listen just, set that aside for a minute and think of Clexa and also endgame 😅

So I was thinking something along the lines of Lexa gets recruited by a friend of a friend of a friend/distant classmate/ad in the college paper? Idk, whatever. But anyway, someone she's not at all close with or really has any ties to, and she's basically hired to pretend to be this girl's girlfriend for a group vacation her and her friends are going on (She's a nice girl, but a lonely gay/bi in a group of party girls/ habitually dating girls who always have Someone™ dangling off their arm, but this girl does not. Always looked over, the eternally single friend, etc. You get the gist.) And Lexa's hot. And kind of intimidating. Has that whole smokey eyed badass, femme fatale aura about her. It's... a reach, but also kind of perfect because it'll make this girl look fantastic to her friends in the street cred department and also possibly give her confidence the little boost that it needed. And considering Lexa grew up the only gay in her town, and didn't grow into her very gangly and awkward body until senior year of high school, she gets what it's like to always be the one passed up. Plus she could use the cash. So she's more than down for this. Everything's great, right? Right.

Except for the fact that one of said girls on the trip is in fact, Clarke. Who does have her own date. Now, I can't quite decide if Clarke would know about the arrangement or not, but regardless, Clarke has always been the main one in the group who is this girl's cheerleader. Very "you're better than how you treat yourself. You deserve everything, and it's not fair that people don't see it. The right person will fall in love with you in an instant, believe me. You're worth it." Very that supportive friend. She's ride or die until the end.

Now, Lexa's technically "on the clock" so to speak the entire trip, which means she is laying on the charm thiccc af. It's not exactly a stretch by any means because she is naturally a doting girlfriend in relationships (when she has one), but ya know, she's giving this girl her money's worth. She wants her feel like a princess for the entire trip. Yes it's a job, but it's also nice just making a girl feel special when she's not used to it.

The only problem is... Clarke is also seeing all of this. All of Lexa's sweetness and all of her thoughtful actions. Her attentiveness and her softness beneath the edgy exterior. The little presents Lexa surpises her friend with, the way she remembers her friend's little quirks. Always remembering her food preferences, her favorite drinks. Lexa's got this girlfriend thing down to a science. She's just so goddamn thoughtful and charming to boot. And also hot. Can't forget hot. Like really, unfairly hot. But mostly it's the way she's so gentle and sweet.

The other issue is, Lexa sees that in Clarke too. She sees that out of everyone, Clarke is pretty much the only one who actually treats this girl with kindness and respect. Never talking down to her or placating her, never just treating her like an afterthought. Clarke is so damn sweet and thoughtful, beautiful and fiery sometimes to a fault. She's funny, and warm, and just... the entire package. She understands why Clarke is never single.

But. It quickly becomes A Problem™. Because it's in the moments that Lexa is trying very hard to just focus on her "job" that she constantly finds herself in Clarke's orbit. In the mornings when she's up early making ~her girl~ her fancy coffee, late at night when she's tinkering around in the kitchen making her a lil snackie snack so they can watch a movie before bed. Those stolen interacting becomes moments of them just talking, Clarke on the counter as they chat while Lexa feels her eyes on everything she does. Them lounging by the pool while the others run into town for supplies. Dinners out with Clarke sat close on one side,,, while the girl sits on the other.

And there's flirting. Way too much flirting whenever they're in private. Effortless flirting that Lexa isn't really aware of until it smacks her in the face that they're both just idiots smiling. But it's all very cloaked in joking and throwaway moments because, technically, they're both supposed to be attached.

And as most things are, everything is fine. Until it's not.

The whole situation comes to a boiling point when they just get lost in one of those moments. A night of too many drinks and way too much flirting, finding themselves entirely too close in their villa's bathroom. It feels dangerously like the period on the end of a sentence that was written the second they'd layed eyes on each other. Before they realize what they're doing, Lexa's hoisted Clarke up onto the bathroom counter, her fingers pumping between Clarke's legs. It's a heated rush of moans and licks to sex-sweetened skin, both grabbing at each other through messy kisses meant to leave bruises. Both way too far gone into the release of all the tension to realize that... Clarke's being kind of loud...

It's a fucking catastrophe after that because yeah, well, Clarke definitely just cheated. In front of everyone. Including her "boyfriend". Though granted she'd only been seeing the guy for like a month so it's... it's not as earth shattering for her as it could be. But the real issue, the real vomit inducing kick in the moral gut is that she's just ruined the entire facade for het friend. Made her a look fool in front of everyone. Basically fucked the entire thing up for this girl who had only wanted to feel like she fit in. Just once. It honestly makes her feel awful. It's not like she just accepts it and feels ok with it, she is thoroughly disgusted with herself.

Obviously Lexa returns the money, letting herself be branded a homewrecker and cheater rather than embarrassing this girl further with exposing the truth that they were never actually together. She can carry that stigma as long as it means she's not doing anything to hurt this girl worse. She's caused enough problems as it is.

In the end everyone goes home. Pissed off or hurt or with a new bit of gossip to tell. Clexa going their own separate ways, without a single other word to each other.

The girl never talks to Clarke again when they get home and despite Clarke's efforts to try and make amends, she doesn't blame her. It was the single worst fuck up she'd ever made in her life. Which is why she takes the time to stop dating altogether and start really working on herself. Because she didn't like the version of herself who would do something like that to anyone, much less her friend. Feelings or not. Tipsy or not.

Lexa also never hears from the friend again, though that is not even remotely a surprise after everything. But she still wishes she could have done something to make things right. Some gesture or, or... something to fix what she'd fucked up so royally. It's a guilt she carries with her for a long, long while.

Eventually though, a few years down the line when it's more just a distant memory that still stings but doesn't burn quite as bad as it used to, the friend reaches out to Clarke in the form of a very opulent and beautiful wedding invitation that says she's... getting married to the guy Clarke cheated on that weekend. Clarke doesn't want to go, at all, but kind of feels obligated because not only is this the first olive branch she's ever gotten from her old friend, but also like,,, tf??? You're marrying that guy?!??! What the hell happenesd??? So she's gotta go. She has to, just to make the final amends for what she did.

Which works out well because the girl is all smiles and that bubbly laughter that comes from real, true happiness. She seems so easy and free when she tells Clarke that she is total over it. That they'd found the love that they'd been searching for in each other while commiserating through the pain of that trip. "Eh. Burnt toast theory and all that," is how she puts it with a lift of her champagne in response to Clarke's very thought-out apology.

So it's good. It's not great, and it doesn't make up for what Clarke did, but at least she now knows that her friend is at peace with what happened.

And then aND THEN Clarke catches a glimpse of Lexa at one of the tables across the room. Looking awkward and unsure and still disrespectfully hot in her formal wedding attire. And her friend, in all of her wedded blissed out glory, is like "Oh right. So. Speaking of blasts from the past. I invited another old friend... You should go say hi."

With the bride's blessing, she does exactly that despite her absolute terror at the prospect of seeing Lexa again. They have drinks and reminisce over wedding cake about that fucking shitshow of a vacation, catching each other up on where they are in their lives now and how they've been. They talk about how stupid they were. How awful and, honestly, immature. But through their embarrassed commiseration and disgust with their past selves, they both carefully (and not so carefully) toe around the subject that while they both do regret the way it happened... neither actually regret that it did. Because the sex had meant something. Because the feelings were entirely real. Those late night talks and time spent together still mean something today. Even through the messiness and the people hurt in the aftermath, the connection had been real, and in the end it had always sort of felt like the other was 'the one who got away'. So, drinks turn into dancing, which turns into Lexa catching a ride home with Clarke in a designated cab. And before either of them know what's happening, it's Clarke that Lexa is making breakfast for in bed 👀

[fishys-still-writing-smut]

Tier List: DR girls who are the best at striptease?

Warning: semi lewd content below

Some notes:

-Mikan is barely kept out of bottom tier due to how ridiculously thiccc she is

-Maki could theoretically place higher, but feels too embarrassed too

-Komaru is secretly a massive slut, and wants to work her way up to the top tier someday and be considered "pornstar level" good! (Or just become a pornstar. Preferably she'd do both)

-Peko, a good tool for the Yakuza, is highly experienced in and skilled at service jobs, including strip teases

-Tsumugi's cosplay shoots always end with a sexy strip tease. She's the best one at it, since she is an Ultimate after all!

[runawaymun]

WTH I need to know more about this??? SHSBDBHA (If you want to share, of course)

alksdglasdgh

okay so long story short, my hisfic novel that I'm currently querying agents for was almost left unfinished. I almost gave up on it.

The main character, in my grand fantasy of 'if this ever went to film' (as one naturally does), would be played by Alex Kingston.

A few years ago (five, six?), when I was on the verge of giving up and throwing the whole thing out, my best friend and (now) platonic partner bought me tickets to comic con, and tickets for a signing with Alex Kingston, and I thought -- what the hell, I'll bring a printed out copy of the manuscript and ask her to sign it, and then I can look at it and maybe it'll motivate me to finish the damn thing. I did not go with the intention of giving it to her. It never crossed my mind.

I was a huge bundle of nerves obviously. We strategically positioned ourselves in the back of the line in the hopes that we wouldn't be rushed along, since there would be nobody waiting to have their stuff signed after us. I slid the manuscript on the table and she just kind of looked at it, paused, and then looked again, and then looked up at me in disbelief

(it was a THICCC bundle of pages, all neatly typed up etc.)

And I had to sort of awkwardly, very nervously explain that she was one of my favorite actresses, and that I was writing a book, and that I had always envisioned that if it ever got to film, I'd want her to play the main character, and could she please sign it? It would mean so much.

She lit up and went "Wait, can I have this?"

And I was like LSDLAKHGLKASDHG IT'SD A ROUGH DRAFT???? IT'S NOT DONE??????

and she was like "My husband's a writer, I know how it goes. There! I have something to read on the way back!"

And she put it in her purse, wholesale.

Anyway it was mortifying and exhilarating, and boy did it motivate me to finish editing the damn thing, because Alex fucking Kingston is walking around in the world somewhere with the rough draft and I just can't let it exist like that in its only form. I feel like I owe it to her now to finish it and get it published. She's the whole reason I didn't give up on writing.

Also she is INCREDIBLY sweet IRL. Big mom energy. I love her. Also same Comic Con, John Barrowman got loose from his security detail and agent and was just running about the con somewhere saying hi to fans. William Shatner was also there, and loudly, flatly denying requests for handshakes. It was wild. Matt Smith was there too, and you always knew where he was because there would be a public outcry of screaming, squealing fangirls whenever anybody caught sight of him.

[theworldofotps]

Memories (Sequel to Tomorrow)

Pairing: Damian Priest x Reader Word Count: 849 Description: Y/n looks back on her relationship with Damian and reflects on the life they had. Warning: Toxi relationship, arguing, cheating accusations 

Part One Thank you to @omg-im-such-a-masochist for some of the details and your help with grammar, she’s truly a gift to me and I don’t know what I’d do without her. _________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose​ @sjwrites22​ @sassymox​ @mrsacklesevansmgk​ @xladyxfatex​ @biforrollynch​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29​ @itsicantbelievethis666​ @lilred91​ @rebellious-desires​ @thiccc-rider-mcintyre​ @letsgivethisonemoreshot​  @ava-valerie​ @shortyiceheart​ @serpantscorpio8497​ @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter​ @wrestlersownmyheart​ @vebner37​ @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars​ @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior​ @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore​ @blaquekitty​ @ironshamelessyouth​ @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin​ @melblacc @alliwant456 @elevennbloom @xbreezymeadowsmunsonx @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _________ It’s been four months.

Last night was the first time she’d seen Damian in four months, after he had slipped out of her place in the early hours of the morning and never looked back. He’d been with friends at a local club where she’d gone with some girlfriends after work. Her eyes had followed him throughout the night, lifting her hand in a slight wave when he nodded in her direction. Y/n managed to turn her attention back to her friends and before she knew it she’d lost him in the crowd. 

It was for the best she knew but Y/n couldn’t help but still hurt. She had loved Damian more than anyone. These last four months she did her best to try and get over him. For the most part Y/n had managed to do just that, of course she still thought about him often. Wondering how he was and what he was doing, she couldn’t help herself.

After getting home Y/n showered then laid in bed just tossing and turning as her sleep was once again plagued with dreams of him. Now sat on the train heading to the next city for work since she couldn’t be bothered to drive. Y/n stared out the window thinking. 

The beginning of their relationship had been beautiful, full of fun and passion. Just like the sun shining on the green fields that the train sped past Y/n’s life with Damian had felt warm and perfect. Like the grass couldn’t be greener anywhere else. 

Y/n giggled softly as she slipped around the tree stalking her boyfriend. Damian had spent the last ten minutes trying to find her in their game of hide and seek. He’d been calling her name and trying to find her with no luck. Waiting until he was by the pool y/n ran over pushing him in the pool laughing as he came up spitting water. 

“I win I win!” 

She cheered laughing as he pushed the hair from his face. Damian chuckled in amusement as he swam towards the edge.

“Yeah yeah now help me out.” 

Reaching down she took Damian’s hand screaming as he pulled her into the water with him. Coughing and sputtering when she arrived at the surface, y/n wiped her eyes. 

“That was mean.”

“You started it mi amor.”

Damian smirked as he pulled her into his chest, Y/n wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. 

“I couldn’t help it though it was too perfect not to.”

She hummed softly as his hands cupped her ass. 

“Yeah it was good now since you won the game, how about your reward?” 

He smirked as he pressed her back against the side of the pool, Y/n but her lip as she pulled him in for a heated kiss.

Sure they’d had occasional spats here and there that was to be expected. However, she knew that sometimes even those things and people that seem to be the best thing for us could also turn out to be the most awful. They were both jealous, especially when he was away on the road so much. At first it wasn’t a big deal, but then things took a turn.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you y/n there is nothing going on between us! I got a ride with her and Dom that was it, she’s more familia to me than anything else.”

“Oh please I’m not stupid Damian! I’ve seen the way she looks at you.” “How does she look at me?” 

“The same way I fucking do!” 

Y/n snapped as she paced their living room, this was the third fight they’d had in the last two weeks. She was convinced that Carter was trying to fuck her over and take Damian. She couldn’t stand it especially since she couldn’t drop everything to go on tour with him. 

“¡Estás loca! You’re getting paranoid over a friend, you should be able to trust me! I thought that was an important part of our relationship.”

“I do trust you, it's those whores I don’t trust.” 

That was the first night they called it quits. They were split for about a month before they came back together again. And the cycle repeated. Everything was going well for a couple months then something would happen, and they would split again. It went that way for almost three years before Damian finally said enough was enough. 

He packed his stuff up while she was at work one day, left her a note to call him and he ended it. There were a few times they’d crawl back to each other for a night of passion but this time it seemed like they were really done.

Y/n stared out the train window as the landscape suddenly seemed to turn bleak and miserable. Sort of like the way she was feeling; it was hard not having Damian in her life in any way or form. But she knew that this was needed this was the only way to keep them from destroying each other.

[winxbutbetterimo-ovo]

Stella long ver 1

(some stuff is from the fan wiki i just tweaked)

Name: Stella Elinor Lucero

Looks: Stella is a sun kissed THICCC queen. Amazing long type 2a blonde hair that stops below her waist and golden amber eyes. Wears prescription glasses, her fav is rose tinted ones (Girlypop aesthetic)

Relationships: Her favourite earth animal are rabbits, those are her mother's favourite animals too. she loves both her parents a lot. she LOVES Brandon, her soulmate. Her bestie is Bloom.

She shines in her normal, charmix, Enchantix and Cosmix forms the most.

Personality: Prideful, spoiled, obnoxious and self centred had an ed but she is healed so she swears to love herself more (sometimes that comes off as selfish or vain) really wants to be a good queen someday. She is very loyal to the people she loves and she is great at reading people, which is why she was immediately friendly with bloom the moment they met. Additionally, like the moon, she can be mysterious (even wise) at times, and her emotional state waxes and wanes like the moon, the person who experiences this the most is Brandon, and he learns how to come to peace with it.

She cares deeply about her friends and family, not just herself. She will stick to the people she loves and do anything to keep them safe. Stella has a cheerful and optimistic personality. Besides that, she is totally obsessed with fashion. She would rather flirt with Brandon than study. 

The most intuitive of all the members. However, she can still be rather oblivious at times. She uses her magic for everything, but she mostly wants to help her friends as she is generous and helpful. Although she might disagree with her friends, Stella is very supportive and protective and will not hesitate to help them. She learns to accept that love and friendship are far more important than royalty, fashion, and shopping.

History: Stella was born to King Radius and former Queen Luna. She has a typical royal childhood with a shit ton of expectations and materialistic presents. Her parents had a pretty ok relationship when she was a kid but everything went downhill when she was about 10, culminating in their divorce the year before the story starts (so basically her first year at alphea which is why she lashed out in her classes and was kicked out and had to be re-admitted with the rest of the girls) Her dad taught her that a good ruler presents a strong front to their people, which is why she is so cheery on the outside, From her mother she learned to be more in touch with her feelings so she doesnt bottle everything up inside and explode like her father does, so when she is alone (or with Bloom or Brandon) she allows herself to cry and feel. when she turned 15, her father passed down the ring/sceptre of Solaria to her, promising that it will always keep her safe. and explaining how important it is to the royal family of Solaria.

Powers: Stella, as the Fairy of the Shining Sun, Moon and Stars, she has Sun/Star-based and Moon-based powers. Stella can mainly control light and heat. She can throw blasts of light energy and can make balls of solar heat. She can concentrate her energy to make herself glow brightly in dark places along with producing an orbiting light sphere to illuminate dark areas or even producing "spotlights". she is also able to create explosions of sunlight that can leave the opponent temporarily blind. She can shape light into barriers and shields producing bright flashes when making contact with a physical force.

She gains her energy from the sun and is heavily weakened when in very dark places or underground. Her moon magic is shown in the form of magic mirror spells, conjuring crystal shards, and shifting the reflections of her own and others to make their appearance similar to others. Stella has the ultimate ability to manipulate solar or lunar light, and the power stars. Her element of light, specializes in sight and clarity, giving others the ability to see both the path and truth in front of them. Stella has also shown abilities of generating weather phenomena such as creating solar flares to melt ice and grow plants. She can also create stellar orbs

She also has the Ring of Solaria which allows for her focus on her energy allowing it to be used as a light source. Stella is capable of teleporting herself and others in a flash of light. She is also a very talented fashion designer as she is often seen conjuring various fabrics as well as complete outfits.

[astrxlfinale]

Text < Caelus! > from Lil Gui

GONG XI FUCK CAI 😩❗️❗️ IT'S THE YEAR OF THE DRAGON 🐉🐉🐉💦💦💦💦. And 👉🏻you👉🏻 know what that means, you qipao SLUTS 👘👀 It's time to show AHGONG👲🏻👲🏻👴🏻👴🏻 and AHMA👵👵 your PHATTEST oranges 🍊🍊🍊😜😜😜 And get some THICCC HONGBAOS 🧧💰🈵‼ Get your love letters 💕💕 ready for some of your 大哥's BIG 肉干 🍖🥓🥓🍗🍗 and text your closest COCKcubines 📱📱💃💃 to come visit 🏡💦🏡💦🏡💦 Reblog to show this to your most SUPERSTITIOUS SLUTS 💰💰🙊🙊 and get a sexy LION DANCE 🐲🐲💃💃 this CNY‼‼‼ 🍑👏🏼🥴Hit 🍑👏🏼🥴that LIKE 👍🏼 and ur 年年有 👉👌🍆🍆💦😩💦😩 🇨🇳🥠⛩🏮🎊 👧🏻👩🏻🙋🏻‍♀️Let’s give the year of the RABBIT 🐰🐰🐰 a ✋🏻HAND✋🏻-felt 👋🏻goodbye 👋🏻🍆💦😏 and get our HANDS✋🏻👋🏻 on more 🐉 of that 🏯⛩dyNASTY 🎎 D 🍆🍌this 👉🏻 year‼️ 😫😘🍌💦 🇨🇳🥠⛩🏮🎊🇨🇳🥠⛩🏮🎊

Text < Caelus! > from Lil Gui

Happy Lunar New Year~ :P

Familiarized in this particular jingle would be that of a face he's always eager to see. Just as he got back onto the express from a Belobog excursion. His hair mildly dusted with snow and a slack jawed yawn escaping as he quickly perks himself back up. "N' just what the hell has she been up too? Lessee here."

After another roll of the shoulders, a swift hand would quickly pluck that indestructible cellular from his pocket. Curiosity burned bright within his mind as the familiar screen lit up before him, a few subtle shifts of the thumb immediately drawing up her text message, just in time as he stepped up into the kitchen for a snack.

...To think that snack would have many connotations in this particular moment.

QIPAO SLUTS.

..Why did his eyes draw to that first?

There's a pause as he abruptly coughed his shock out, physically, spiritually and metaphysically caught off guard as his eyes briefly bulge. Wait, no damn way, was he high? Did some of that snow dust have some sus things applied to it!? That gloved grip upon the phone tightened as reality gradually returns to him, doubly prompting Caelus to forward stare right at that screen with a new score of vigor.

' Reblog to show this to your most SUPERSTITIOUS SLUTS 💰💰🙊🙊 '

THIS. WAS. NOT. A. DREAM.

That once composed shock led to his mouth falling agape again during this raunchy rendition of the Luofu's new year wishes. This in turn was leading to a bigger question, as such brazen, distracting text would get anyone stunned!

Only to be hit with the ':P' face at the end of it all.

"......That Gui!" Teeth gritting, embarrassment fresh, that mind of his laser focused onto this moment. The questions spiraled within and the urge to just get to the bottom of this..!

..NOT THAT BOTTOM.

Certainly charged as a priority within his mind! Was this mere some chaotic text? A way to rile the mind for a hell of a good laugh? Unsurprising if it was honestly, but, but, on the off chance this was some coded means of flirtation on the other hand? ..Was it normal to count it as that? His face scrunches as a tint of crimson briefly overtakes his cheeks. By no damn means did she find herself partnered up with a quitter!

Text < Firecracker > from Caelus?

OH NO YOU DON'T. >:[

YOU THINK THAT FACE IS GETTING YOU OUT OF THAT ONE?

What kind of fireworks here was the.. plan exactly? I AM looking at this right??

RIGHT?

Also what do those specific characters mean there?

Better yet! Just cause we went on a ghost journey doesn't count for SUPERSTITIOUS SLUT status.. Does it?

...

👍🏼

@anrupanshi

[dumbviolet]

Coz I was the GROUPIE!!!

The biggest fear of mine is being called an "Attention Seeker" or a "Pick me girl". It's hard to not be afraid when your own mum calls you that(P.S. She's the loveliest mom and people do mistakes) When I try to analyse as to why I am afraid of it or what me think of myself as such a person,this is what I reflected upon: A] I always think that I'm annoying or bothering someone just by asking for help in always up for being an emotional support for someone else but when it comes to my feelings I always refrain from sharing them with anyone, not even the closest people. A sense of dread and shame washes over me whenever I try to open up. As to I'm in this situation in first place due to my terrible or dumb decisions. Well it's hard to not do so when you have a tendency of repeating your mistakes again and again. So what happened of those feelings? They bottle up and then burst into a random ✨Tuesday afternoon mental breakdown/ panick attack cum crying with your knees pressed to your chest, muffling your screams kinda session✨ So coming back to my question as to why I'm afraid of being called the A word, it partially relates to this habit. You see people like me feel that they are being a burden by sharing feelings or even crying in front of anyone. So... We want our close ones to notice that we are not okay! B] I've always felt ignored or like I was living under someone's shadow. I was bullied by my own bestfriend for whole of my school life and that gave my child self an impression that I cannot outshine on my own or can never be the spotlight and that I needed to be with her all the time to gain some interaction or acquaintance with the cool people otherwise I would be alone. But as I look back, I realise that this girl manipulated me into thinking in such a way. She made fun of all the good unique qualities I had. So I masked my personality and trained myself to adopt whatever other peers thought was cool and got them spotlight. ( Here's the definition of people pleasing) But I guess this pattern made me an Attention Seeker apparently. C] Lastly, my body dysmorphia. You see, once I thought that every problem in my life revolved around my obesity.(spoiler alert: it didn't) This may sound pathetic but I wanted the little limelight from the opposite gender. (Now but me some slack here. Everyone was going through puberty and that bitch hit me really late) so needless to say, guys were nowhere around this THICCC GIRLY. But since I've lost the heavy robe of shame that I dragged for a long time I realised that guys are jerks anyways and so are some bitches. It's just that the skinny ones just have to tolerate a lot of them. (No offence to the 'boys' out there, but you too know the truth) it's just really hard to find those "golden retriever, eyes only on me" guys. Glad I'm atleast over with that part for good. CONCLUSION:- I've learnt following lessons the hard way. 1. Sharing your feelings is not being a burden on the other person. It's only the matter of choice of your inner Circle and if you find those right people fortunately then those people will never trigger such thoughts in the first place. 2. Never kill your own excitement about ANYTHING whether it be the smallest of all. What makes you happy, MAKES YOU HAPPY!!! and no bitch's opinion should matter. If anyone says you are being over, just fart away from them. Stay weird. 3. The opposite gender attention is not everything in the world. When you are happy with your own company, your happiness radiates which automatically attracts genuine people. So first love yourself to be able to love another human being. Now, it's not like you always have to be the bigger person and behave in the above specified manner, you can be petty sometimes and send angry death threats to your hate interests(I'm kidding don't do that or just block that person right away and forget you ever did that) you can send cringe texts. But those are the things for "sometimes" This was my guide to "How NOT to be an Attention Seeker" Signing off.

[justashamwithwastedpotential]

I have so many

Skylar x Sam x Lance

[The Sam Sandwhich Trio]

Sam loves Skylar's cheerfulness, bravery, and playfulness. Her optimism is a nice change of pace, and it's nice to know that he doesn't always need to be the sunshine one. (Boy's got stuff to deal with too) and he admires how brave Skylar can be when it comes to protecting our defending other. He also finds her naivete cute sometimes.

Like Sam, Lance also admires Skylar's bravery and cheerful nature, but he also appreciates her courage, dedication, and intelligence. He enjoys having someone he's able to connect to academically and can teach him as much as he can teach them (gotta love info dumping).

[Other OC's under the cut]

Kyrie x Aelfdene (from @nimillaarts )

I don't think I can't say what Aelfdene likes about Kyrie 😅

But I can say what Kyrie likes about Aelfdene!

Which is: his kindness towards kids. Kyrie has three younger siblings who she's very closer to and helped raise so someone academic and kind with a mellow personality works very well for her. (Aelfdene better be prepared to raise a big family with Kyrie, Nim 😂)

Casey x Sam

(yes, Sam again. Can you tell who's my favorite bachelor?)

There's

There's no getting around this one.

Sam loves her curves.

I could go into his much he enjoys her photography and how they connect as creators with different mediums, but no.

Girl's thiccc and Sam loves her dominate personality. I have no excuse.

Niko x Isaac

Isaac loves Niko's punchable face. Also his hair.

That's it really. I only made Niko to annoy Isaac. I have no lore as to why Isaac would ever like him back as of yet if he even does. Sorry, Niko. (It's low key okay though because Niko only likes Isaac for his hot body and mean personality so it's very shallow. Niko will recover)

Finn x Sophia

Sophia finds Finn to be very sweet and caring. He's always taken the time to speak with her and check in on her and be there when she needed a friend. Even if he looks half dead all the time, he still makes an effort for her and she appreciates that.

Wyatt x ???

I haven't picked a spouse for Wyatt. I may never choose one.

But personally I love Wyatt because he just is the definition of unhinged cryptid farmer energy and I love that for him. He's really living the dream.

Remi x Victor

Fluffy cat ears, fluffy cat tail, fluffy fur to pet. Hard not to love a fluffy, affectionate cat girl curled up in your lap.

Celeste x Jadu

Unclear. I feel like they'll make a good match but I need 2.0 to get a better read on Jadu.

Y’ALL WHATS ONE THING UR OC’S PARTNER LOVES ABOUT THEM 🎤 can be physical traits, personality, or literally anything else

[enchantcdstories]

Protective. | Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: When a chance encounter with your least favorite jock turns sour, Eddie feels he's partially to blame for what happened. Also, Steve is there.

Tags: swearing, harassment, blood, nurse! Steve, protective friend Steve!, Protective! Eddie, Boyfriend! Eddie, Fem!reader fluff, slight angst if you squint, mentions of satanism

Word count: 3422 (she THICCC)

October always meant the cold chilled you to your bones. It always meant you bundled up a little tighter in the mornings, and still had to borrow your boyfriend’s vest to keep the cold out. Your parents used to laugh and say that you needed a heat lamp like a lizard. You wouldn’t mind one at the moment, walking in the early hours on a Saturday morning. You were on your way to your boyfriend’s trailer– Eddie’s trailer. The walk took you about an hour on foot, but you insisted it was a good chance to clear your head; otherwise, Eddie had almost insisted he pick you up. 

It gave you a chance to organise your thoughts, to think about the homework assignments you had coming up and the projects that needed to be completed. Extra study materials for Eddie sat in your backpack, carrying the same stubbornness you had to get your boyfriend to pass his final. You were in both a long sleeve sweater and Eddie’s vest that morning, yet still found yourself shivering a bit as you walked along the lone, empty road. You picked this route especially for the ‘lone’ part; hardly anyone took this road. 

So when you heard an engine revving behind you, your stomach sank. Images of your face on a milk carton suddenly flashed through your head. Slowly turning around, you stared at the vehicle creeping up behind you, revving as though it were growling menacingly at you. It was a Jeep that you were all too familiar with– Jason Carver’s Jeep. You turned back around, cheeks flushed from the cold as you started walking again, wincing at the realization that Jason had already seen you acknowledge he was there. This wasn’t good, not good at all.

The car revved again, spitting dirt and rocks from under its wheels as it lurched forward and sped past you. For a moment, you suspected that he’d drive away, leaving you alone with your heart hammering in your chest so you could laugh about it later. Jason Carver was the last person you wanted to see right now. While you barely spoke to the guy, Jason had issues with Eddie and his whole image, and thus, had issues with you. All you wanted to do was get to Eddie’s house. The jeep squealed past you before breaking hard, the body of the car physically lurching to a stop right in front of you, physically blocking you from continuing. Shit, you mumbled. Two doors to the jeep opened, Jason and his goon both stepping out with wicked grins on their dumb faces. 

“Well, look what we found, Andy.” Jason sneered, slamming his car door so hard it made you jump. “The freak’s girl. Where’s your freak? Too busy to walk with you? You going back to him?” You kept your eyes down, trying to figure out how to walk around him safely while avoiding conflict. Andy snorted at you as Jason took a step forward. 

“Leave me alone, Jason.” You choked out, your voice suddenly a million miles away and your throat dry. This only seemed to amuse both of the boys, causing a new wave of snickers and chuckles to echo in the cold air. 

“Oh, are we on a first name basis now? How would your little freak feel about that, huh?” He stepped towards you menacingly, your hand adjusting the grip on your bag strap around your shoulder. 

“Just let me go.” Your voice was small and squeaky, your palms sweaty and nervous. 

“Or what?” Jason sneered. “Eddie’s gonna use his satanic powers on me?” Jason stopped a few steps away from you. “Probably already got you indoctrinated into his little cult, doesn’t he?” His voice dripping with venom. Despite the menacing tone, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.  

“Leave me alone, please.” 

Jason laughed once, looking back to Andy and ignoring you completely. “She said please. At least her little satanist taught her manners.” He turned back to you. “We should teach her something too, maybe teach her a message to send back to her little freak. That those little….hobbies… of his are dangerous.” 

Your heart picked up the pace as you realised just how badly you needed to get out of there. You had always assumed Jason was all bark and no bite, but now? Now you weren’t so sure. You let his words hang in the air for a moment, still keeping your head down, before taking off in a sprint past him. You had thought for a good moment that you had tricked him somehow, and you were home free – only to feel his hand on your bag strap stopping you dead in your tracks and yanking you off your feet. 

Your face met the icy road with a thud; you could feel rocks and dirt kick up as you slammed down. A stinging pain ripped through the side of your face and you could instantly tell that you were going to feel this for the next little while. You couldn’t hear much, your head ringing loudly as you felt hands start to flip you over, Jason’s face amused as he kept his hands on you. 

“Lover boy Eddie isn’t here to save you now, is he?” He leaned back and pressed his boot to your chest, putting just enough pressure that you struggled to breathe for a moment, bracing yourself for the worst to come. Waiting for a final blow, or worse, to come– instead, you were relieved when the pressure vanished. Your eyes followed to where Jason now stared, wondering what had been big enough to distract him from you. The smell of brakes was prominent now, like someone had stopped suddenly and nearly burnt them out. 

“Harrington? What the fuck do you want?” You blinked, some dust getting caught in your eye as you could barely make out the figure getting out of the car. Steve, dressed in his Family Video uniform, had slammed his car door shut and propped his hands on his hips. His attention was fixed on you, before glaring up at Jason. 

“What’d you do to her? What the fuck did you do to her?” His voice was deep and demanding as he took a step forward towards Jason. The relief that coursed through your veins was immense just hearing Steve’s voice. It meant you had a fighting chance, it meant you were safe. Jason beant over to look at you, causing you to shrink away while still laying flat out on the ground. 

“Just having a little fun, nothing to concern yourself with.” Jason said, looking at you as if he was inspecting his handiwork. The sounds of feet shuffling made you glance up, popping an eye open to see Steve’s hand on Jason’s shoulders, tugging him backwards.

“Get lost, Carver. Go pick on one of the calculus club nerds or something.” Steve said, pushing Jason in the direction of his jeep. 

“Or what? You’re gonna push me again? You here to play shining white knight for Munson’s girl?” 

Steve paused and took a few steps so he was standing over you. The inhale of his breath made you wince. Your face ached and you were sure there was blood showing now, but his reaction didn’t help. “Just get lost, dude. Go home.” Steve’s disapproving look was evident in his voice. Jason’s snicker fading was more than enough of a sign that he was getting back into his jeep. 

“Have fun with the freak’s girl, then. Give my worst to Eddie for me, won’t ya?” The jeep started up with a roar before squealing as it peeled off down the dirt road. The hammering in your chest resigned a bit, replaced with the aching and burning on the side of your face. Steve leaned down to you, his hair flopping a bit into his eyes. 

“What a prick. Are you okay?” He asked, offering his hand as you struggled to sit up. You were covered in dirt and internally dreaded cleaning yourself off. Jason was no where to be seen, thankfully. You nodded as the sight of red dribbled down your blouse caught your eye. Damn it. 

“Yeah he just..pulled me back and I fell and–” You hoisted yourself up via the help of Steve’s hands, suddenly feeling the affects of being knocked to the ground on your body. Bringing a hand to your face, you assessed the damage; a cut lip that was sure to be there for a while, and a nice cut across your cheek from when you landed. “How’d you find me? No one goes down this road… or so I thought, at least.” 

“I was heading to Robin’s to pick her up for work. This is a shortcut.” Steve said as he took a few steps towards his car and opened the door, leaning in to grab a brown paper napkin from the center console before jogging lightly back to you. “What about you? Heading to Eddie’s?” 

You gave him a small nod as you took the paper napkin and gently dabbed it to your face. The napkin spread with red nearly instantly. Steve’s head gestured to his car as he opened the driver’s door once again. 

“Get in, I’ll drive you.” 

You went to protest, now that you were vertical you could walk yourself the rest of the way, but was met with Steve’s glare. He reminded you of a parent. 

“No buts. You think I’m gonna leave you to keep walking alone with Jason running around? No. I’m not. Now get in.” 

Sighing and brushing off as much dirt as you could, you trudged your way over to the passenger side of the car. The car was warm on the inside, and suddenly you weren’t complaining about a free ride. Steve looked at you once more before starting up the BMW, he himself wincing. “You uh…your cheek is bleeding too.” 

⁂

As Steve pulled up to Eddie’s trailer, You could feel part of your face starting to swell up and throb, every bump that the car hit making you wince. Eddie wasn’t smoking out on his front porch like normal when he waited for you, and for a moment you suspected that was a good thing. You didn’t wanna know what his reaction was going to be to all this. As if speaking too soon, you saw the front door and screen swing open, averting your eyes as Eddie casually stepped out, the door shutting behind him with a bang.

“Harrington, you givin’ my girl rides now? Should I be jealous?” Eddie joked, shoving his hands in his pockets. Steve shot him a look as he walked around the car, opening the passenger door for you and letting you exit the vehicle. 

“Yeah, yeah, funny. It’s funny. You got any ice? And a towel?” Steve looked at you. “Couple of bandaids?” 

Eddie stopped and looked at him, not having seen your face yet. “Yeah, probably, why?” 

You took that as your cue to step out of the car and look halfheartedly up at your boyfriend, face a bit swollen and certainly scratched up a bit. It probably felt a lot worse than it looked, but seeing Eddie’s face drop from his classic smile to a dead serious look on your face made you wince again. 

“I had a fight with the ground.” You said, just loud enough that he could hear, a small smile on your face. – As if that was going to reassure him. Steve rolled his eyes. 

“Jason Carver found her.” 

Eddie was rushing up to you now as Steve shut the car door, hands on his hips again as he watched you two. Eddie put his hands on either side of your face gently, cupping it so he could get a better look at the damage. You tried your best to read his eyes, but something in them was blank, as if he himself didn’t know how to process this. 

“I’m fine.” You reassured him softly, putting your free hand up to his to gently stroke it. Your lip throbbed as he searched your face. Carefully he studied you, before you watched his big brown eyes go from blank to fury in a single blink. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” Eddie snarled, instantly dropping his hands from your face and storming over to the driver side of Steve’s car. Steve flailed as he scrambled to catch up, catching Eddie by the shoulder and peeling him off of the car’s door handle. 

“Hey, hey, hey, no. Ice and towel first, fix up your girlfriend, then we consider murder later, okay?” Steve said, jaw clenching at Eddie. You barely had time to register what was going on, dabbing at your lip again. Eddie looked around, as if anticipating Jason watching the three of you, before coming back around the car and taking your free hand in his- his other hand sliding to the small of your back and protectively pulling you closer to him. 

“Come on, babe.”

⁂

You were perched on Eddie’s bed, the blankets pushed up against the wall so you could lean up against it comfortably. You held a cloth bag filled with ice to your face, the cold somehow biting more than the rocks did when you fell. Eddie paced back and forth and Steve dug around a poorly put together first aid kit, watching Eddie pace. 

“Jesus, Munson. You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor.” Steve grumbled, going back to the first aid kit. 

“I’m gonna kill him. I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch. No one messes with my girl. No one.” Eddie’s voice fumed. It dripped with venom and hate and anger, practically hissing the words out. 

“Eds-” you interjected, trying to reach out for him as he paced back and forth across his room. He was clearly hurting, and while you were too, seeing him upset somehow hurt worse than whatever Jason Carver could do to you. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill him. No one touches my girl. He has issues with me? Fine. He needs to take it out on me.” You watched as he seethed harder before stopping, the trailer going silent as his footsteps stopped. He rubbed his face with both hands and let out a shuddery whisper. “I’m gonna kill him.” 

Steve sighed and made his way past Eddie and over to you, dabbing at the now dried blood on your face with a wet cloth. You winced, causing Eddie’s head to snap up and look at you out of instinct. He immediately sat down next to you on his bed, never taking his eyes off your face; You could practically feel them boring into your face. 

“Ow.” You mumbled softly, sliding your hand into Eddie’s, squeezing it reassuringly. Your cuts looked a lot worse than they felt now, you’d be more than okay. You turned to look at him, earning a protest from Steve who was still trying to clean the cut on your lip. “Really, Eds. I’ll be okay. Jason’s just a bully. All I got is a few extra…battle scars.” You smiled weakly, the festure pulling at the cut on your lip. It hurt to smile, as it turns out. Steve sighed and gave up on cleaning it, turning back to the first aid kit and digging back through the supplies.

“I should have been there to protect you.” Eddie said, softly, resting his head against yours. You sighed and put the ice down. 

“Then you’d be the one with the bloody lip and I’d be the one wanting to kill him.” 

“And I’d probably still be the one nursing you.” Steve piped up from the side. You breathed a small laugh from your nose and grinned at him– as best as you could. Eddie pushed some of your hair behind your ear, bringing his hand to trace along your jawline and the cut along your cheek with his thumb. You barely felt his hand along your skin with how little pressure he put. 

“It probably won’t scar,” Eddie’s voice was deep and rumbly with how close he was to you. You could sense the uncertainty in his voice, the way it seemed to hitch in his throat. “Not that you wouldn’t look hot with a scar.” 

You grinned, already feeling the swelling and stinging going down from your face. Was it probably due to the ice? Yes, but you liked to think it was Eddie making the pain go away. You glanced down at the ice bag in your hand, your head still in Eddie’s hand. 

“Maybe I should be the one going after Jason,” You sighed. “My parents are going to freak. I look like I tried out for the wrestling team.” You caught your reflection in the mirror against Eddie's wall and groaned. “And lost.” 

Eddie shook his head. “You still look beautiful.” 

Steve let out a snort as he walked over to you, sitting gently on the bed next to you. You were now sandwiched between the two boys. “You could probably take Jason down too, boy is basically a rail.” He dabbed at your cut with an ointment, pressing a bandaid down flat with his tongue between his teeth. You could feel Eddie’s hand squeeze your hand at the mention of Jason’s name. 

“Or I could beat his ass..” Eddie mumbled. You shook your head, cracking a small smile. 

“No beating anyone, I don’t need both of us broken and bloody.” You scooted closer to him, earning an eye roll from Steve as he started to pack up the first aid kit.

“There. Now, can you survive without me for now? Make sure Mr. Metalhead here doesn’t go on a revenge spree? I need to go pick up Robin, she’s gonna kill me for being late.” 

“Just say you were rescuing a damsel in distress, she’ll understand.” You said, giving him a warm smile. “But thank you for saving me. And doctoring me up.” Eddie nodded at your words, giving Steve a grateful look that you could only assume meant ‘thank you for saving my girlfriend’. Steve waved a hand and pushed the door to Eddie’s trailer open, leaving the two of you sitting in silence. You took it upon yourself to break it. 

“You know, if it makes you feel better, I can always report him to the cops.” You tried, looking at your boyfriend softly. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, curls bouncing vigorously. He stood up, almost tense and angry as he started pacing again. 

“In Hawkins? This place wouldn’t do shit against him. They protect assholes like him.” He thrust his arm out at the door Steve had just left through. “I should have been there,” He repeated. “What kind of boyfriend am I if I can’t protect my girlfriend?” Eddie’s voice cracked on the last word, emotion running through his voice thickly. You stood up, setting the ice bag down, and wrapped your arms around his middle, putting your head on his chest and squeezing him tightly. Eddie’s arm’s wrapped around you instantly, squeezing just as hard– as if letting you go would cause you to crumble away. 

“You can’t bubble wrap me, Eds. No one knew he was going to do what he did.” Your words were mumbled against his chest. His grip tightened on you, fingers splayed across your back. “What can I do to reassure you that I’m okay?” 

Eddie was silent for a moment, before pulling back from you and holding you at shoulder length. His face was pained as his eyes searched over your face, once again staring at the angry cuts on your lip and cheek. He opened his mouth to say something before closing it again. Reaching up to run your hand through his hair, you pulled him down a bit closer so you could rest your forehead against his. It seemed to calm Eddie down almost instantly, 

“You’re just wasting time thinking about him, babe.” You murmured. Eddie closed his eyes. 

“He ever lays a finger on you again, and I don’t give a shit if it means prison – I’ll kill him.” His voice was soft, even though his words were fierce. You sighed and nodded. 

“Going a bit far, but I get what you mean.” Extreme but sweet, you said to yourself. You never knew Eddie was this protective in the past. 

“I’d kiss you right now, but I think it’d hurt you too much.”

[cinnamonest]

what do you think about this idea, Creator!Darling treating Albedo like a lab partner, but ALSO LIKE A LIVE IN MALE SEX SLAVE?? Like, Telling him that if he can’t make her cum by the end of the night she’d leave.

Now imagine, Her leaving because she was weirded out by Albedo + She got bored of his big dick that he didn’t even know how to use properly lmaooo

YES I mean either way, I like to think she made him very intentionally to be pretty + gave him that thiccc cock because well, she might as well help him out, if she has to pick a size/face after all why would she not give him ones that would make life better?

But I also love that concept just. Poor thing has a good dick but he's so clueless and too eager and ends up rutting into her all the time like a puppy. And worst of all, he has (ugh) feelings. He's supposed to be a self-moving dildo dammit she needs a stress reliever not for him to get all feelsy. Even after she cums she wants to get back to work but he's all clingy and holds onto her. So annoying. She'd be better off going back to her old method of just finding random ONS to get by since her sex toy/lab partner hybrid experiment turned out to be more trouble than he's worth.

So when he finally gets her again, he can prove just how much better he's gotten! This is, of course, most easily achieved by tying her up and forcing her into orgasm ten times in a row until she's crying and begging. Makes him feel like he's finally doing it right.

[sushi-guro]

HELLO im new to yout blog and i know you totally can tell- so... i see your request are open and maybe can i request a ryomen sukuna playlist? Im feelin like an enemie to lover with a thicc sexual tension with a badass fighting scene vibe with someone that just as strong as him ya feel?? THANK YOUU!!

OH and i kinda wanna share some song that reminds me of JJK characters I hope you don't mind tho, i think you hear some of this song but if you dont maybe you could like hear them if yoh have the ofc<3:

1. Focus - H.E.R. | NANAMI KENTO

the way Nanami Kento be working 24/7 type of vibes ya feel? and got none of that time for me, got fed up, he came home from work in his shirt and messy tie, hair is a mess, sit him down on a chair,  turn on the RED LED LIGHTS and dance for him ya know?

2. No Idea - Don Toliver | GOJO SATORU

IDK if this is just me but I can just see gojo satoru being so cocky and just like push back his hair while walking and just like smirking at a none existent camera, the damn guy if feeling himself and he knows that he is FINE.

3. You Right - Doja Cat | FUSHIGURO TOJI

don't laugh but this song gives me cheating vibes like- you're a singer in a club ya know like there's sexy dancers and all that, yes. Toji is like Idk let's say a bodyguard? yall know each other for quite a long and yall start catching feelings, them sexual tension is THICCC. but you have a boyfriend and them boom this song

4. like I need you - Keshi | GETO SUGURU or GOJO SATORU

imagine them fwb with you and fall in love. But then you're like "I think we should stop", yall stop but the boys are far too deep on their feelings and not able to move on from you. they're like insecure and just like thinking about "does she go out with another man?", like sitting on the bed, it's gloomy, raining, both hands holding their head while debating to call you or not, but I bet gojo would drunk call you tho lowkey. sad boy vibes <\3

omg i love when people interact with me like this! I might cry istg. ANYWAYSS YOUR MUSIC TASTE??? HELLO???? YESSSS EVERY SONG FITS THAT VIBE JUST PERFECTLY! The first one tho, shit, that felt so intimate to listen to after reading your scenario about nanami, I almost blushed LMAO and yes Gojo is one pretentious douchebag with a big heart he just likes to hide and we also love him for that <3 I was on a break from this profile but honestly the vibes from this inbox were so good I'm just gonna work on your request and try to be as active as before! Stay tuned cause I might open requests for non-anime fandoms too! Hope you have a nice day\night wherever you are <3

[theworldofotps]

She’s Four Weeks!

The Demon Dad series, following Bálor as he navigates parenthood.

Word Count: 596 Description: Bálor tries to figure out what to do with a human baby.

Masterlist Big thanks to @ava-valerie for this idea, I hope you all enjoy.

Thank you @new-zealand-chic for beta reading for me and helping add. _____________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @thiccc-rider-mcintyre @letsgivethisonemoreshot @mcreignsera @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin@melblacc @alliwant456 @elevennbloom @xbreezymeadowsmunsonx @mcreignsera  If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ___________ “Are you sure you will be okay watching the baby while I shower?”

You ask your husband Finn as you gathered your clothing, the baby was napping and you wanted to enjoy a nice hot shower while you had the chance.

“Of course love, there’s nothing to worry about you go ahead and enjoy your shower. If the baby wakes then I’ll handle it.”

Nodding you kiss him before heading off to enjoy a few minutes to yourself. Finn grabbed the baby monitor and returned to the kitchen so he could finish making lunch for the two of you. What he hadn’t expected was Bálor to pop through, the demon king planned to surprise you. 

“Where is y/n?”

“She’s upstairs taking a shower, a little warning before you just pop through would have been nice you know.”

“Be that as it may we both know I’m not nice.” 

Bálor says as he looked around the kitchen, making his way to the living room he sits on the couch and slightly recoiled when he saw the baby staring at him. 

“Why is it just staring?” 

“Because she just woke up that’s why, just say hi to her.”

Bálor gave a little wave. “Um hi.” 

Y/c/n made a little noise and yawned causing Finn to laugh. 

“Looks like she’s bored of you already.” 

“How on earth could you be bored of me, you literally eat, sleep, and shit. Plus that awful crying, it’s annoying.”

“Be nice to her!” 

“Okay okay, fine damn you don’t need to yell…” 

Bálor watches your child for a few minutes before gently tapping his hands on his knees. 

“Sooo.” He says watching the baby as he tried to think. “Do you want a beer?”

“She’s four weeks old!” 

“I don’t know! What am I supposed to do with her?”

“Try just talking to her, don’t let y/n know you offered our baby alcohol.”

“Why would I talk to it,  she obviously can’t answer me back… Does it do any tricks?”

“SHE’s not a dog!”

“I was just wondering, babies of important demons can have powers.”

“We won’t know until she’s older, why would you like her more than?”

Finn asked, amusement evident in his voice it was different seeing the demon king struggle with something he had never dealt with before.

“Possibly, maybe not. Okay, what to do with you?”

“Why don’t you turn the swing on that’s always a big hit.”

Standing, Bálor walked over to the swing and looked around for an on button. He had never used one of these before but he was the king it shouldn’t be too hard.

“Top green button.”

“Yes, I see that I was just examining it.”

Rolling his eyes Bálor pressed the button and then stepped back watching as it began to swing. Y/c/n looks around and babbles as the swing starts, moving excitedly before relaxing back into the seat.

“Human babies are so strange, this must be your doing.”

“Hey! She’s not strange our baby is a sweetheart.”

“Except when she wakes up screaming in the middle of the night for food and because she’s soiled herself.”

“You’re such a bummer don’t let our wife hear you saying this stuff you may not see the promised land for a while if you do.”

“Then I think it’s best I come back at another time.”

“Good idea.”

Sitting back on the couch so Finn wouldn’t pass out Bálor looks at the baby once more.

“Farewell small offspring I’ll see you next time.”

Closing his eyes Bálor returns back to his kingdom this ‘parenthood’ was going to be one hell of a long journey.