#you can see in them lil cracks but no fucking way will you be able to fish anything out!

[quasarkisses]

I hate driving. I hate the car. I hate losing everything in the car. wallet, important keys, anything that matters I will apparently lose it in the car. it makes me want to tear my hair out

and there are ALWAYS a million little terrible cracks and crevices to convince myself things could have fallen into while I was busy paying vital attention to the road. no security except compartments that turn invisible when you close them so I will also forget they exist

no clear containers. no spot to even put a clear container. kill me

[lxnarphase]

As a society we need to appreciate Suguru fingerfucking fem!reader as if it was nothing but an everyday task.

yes i have an indifference kink.

━━ ❝ INCOMING CALL : S. GOJO!!! ❞

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : suguru isn't going to let a phone call interrupt his wrist work out, especially when he realizes who's calling

☾₊‧⁺...cw : suguru geto x fem!reader ft. satoru gojo, smut, fingerfucking, pre-established relationship, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, begging, suguru and satoru being perverts, suguru is a bad influence

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : mmm iM A FREAK !!! sorry i couldnt help but throw gojo in there too for a lil extraness so i hope u like it, suguru is just a big meanie but i love it

"oh, satoru's calling."

beep.

"hey, satoru, what's up?"

he was annoying. so, so, SO annoying.

only suguru would have the fucking nerve to whine and beg for you to leave the comfort of your soft sheets on the bed on your rest day to sit on the couch next to him while he watches some game show.

only suguru would pat your thighs, muttering a little 'open up, baby' without taking his eyes off the screen, acting as if he's more into it than you.

only suguru would smirk as he slips his fingers inside your soft pussy, humming as he slowly feels you begin to soak his fingers, teasing you on how quickly you get wet for him.

and only suguru would answer his fucking phone to gojo satoru of all people while he plays with your pussy.

"ehhh? you want to come over? but you were just here this morning," suguru hums into the phone, acting as if his fingers aren't swirling circles into your clit. it's so unfair, he's so good with his hands that you aren't sure how you're gonna be able to stay quiet. satoru never knew when to shut up, especially on the phone.

"aww, but i didn't get to see pipsqueak today!"

that makes you huff, annoyance crossing your features. you were not that small! satoru and suguru were just! abnormally tall!

before you can even mutter a snide comment, suguru slips his fingers back into you, smirking when you gasp so sweetly. your gushing all over his slender fingers and he's relishing the tight heat that envelops him.

"aww, satoru," suguru fucking purrs into the phone, not missing the way satoru's teasing comments pause for a moment nor the way you shook him a look. you know that tone, you know it better than anyone.

suguru is up to no fucking good.

"you're right, you did miss her. poor thing was so tired from last night, she needed to sleep in." suguru's focus is back on the TV, voice mischievous as he picks up pace with his finger, wanting to see if he could get you to crack.

"s-sugu," you whimper, a hand coming to cover your mouth. you didn't want to get too loud, the embarrassment of satoru possibly hearing you sounding worse than death. suguru nearly groaned into the phone, feeling how you squeezed on him.

"awww, baby, thinkin' about satoru hearing you is getting you this wet? hm?"

suguru's grip on your thigh to keep you spread for him is firm, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he holds you in place. it's so unfair how he continues to multitask so effortlessly, his phone in his other hand away from his face so he can say such filthy things to you.

it's unfair because it's just making you wetter.

"it's so cute how you get so wet for me, soaking my hand just from two fingers...now shh, baby, i gotta talk to satoru," he coos at you, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, like he's not fucking your cunt open with those slender digits of his.

without hesitation, he maneuvers his fingers deeper into the plush, wet heat of your pussy, curling them in a way that made your body arch instinctively as he brings his phone back to his ear, talking to satoru like nothing is happening.

while satoru continues to talk suguru's ear off, you are struggling so bad. it's hard to stay quiet with the way he's touching you. you don't get it, why is he still on the phone? each stroke of his stupid fingers keeps you wound up, unable to think properly, which lets to a sweet whimper leaving you before you can stop it.

"shhh, keep it down, baby," suguru whispers, leaning closer to you, his breath hot against your cheek. "we don't want satoru to hear what a naughty little slut you're being for me, would we?" he's so cruel, his words only making you shiver at the thrill of the situation. feeling you clench on his fingers, he hums curouisly. "oh..? maybe you do. you wanna have satoru hear you get your pussy played with?"

you shake your head, not wanting to deal with the endless teasing from suguru and satoru from being in this situation. but while you was keeping your mouth shut, your pussy betrays you. you're so wet, the sounds of your cunt gushing and sloshing around his fingers start to get picked up by the phone, and satoru noticed.

he could fucking hear the wet slick noises of suguru's fingers messing up your soft slit, and the sound stuns him into silence. he glups, something suguru hears and can't help but smirk about.

he's got the both of you exactly where he wants you.

after a few moments of silence, satoru clears his throat.

"i-is, uh...is she there?"

he's...he's curious, so curious to see if suguru will keep playing this game, keep pretending like he's not fucking you open with his fingers so good that he can hear it through the phone. shit, he's getting so hard from this, he feels like a fucking perv.

suguru's eyes flash with something dangerous at satoru's shaky words, his smirk turning almost evil. you want to glare at him, do something for putting you in such an embarrassing situation, but you just can't. not with how good he's making you feel and how the thought of satoru hearing you makes your walls clamp on his fingers.

suguru maintains his composure, fingers never faltering their movements in and out of your dripping cunt. "mm, i dunno, satoru, what do you think," he asks coolly, his voice a seductive blend of mockery and affection.

"suguruuu, h-he's gonna hear me," you whimper as your arm reaches out to grip his wrist, trying to stop his fingers from moving anymore. it was so messy sounding, your face was on fire. god, why did you have to get so wet from suguru being so mean?!

your breaths come in ragged gasps, hips moving instinctively against suguru's hand, unconsciously seeking more. you just can't help it, he's playing with your pussy so good, it's making your brain mushy.

the squelching sound of your slick wetness is unmistakable to satoru. on the other side of the phone, he's got his phone squished against his ear as much as possible, desperate to hear all of your noises. he's...he's hard, but he can't touch, not yet, he doesn't want any distractions from this.

"fuck, i-i can hear her, suguru...i-is she really wet?"

"mhm. she's dripping, 'toru, all over the couch."

without missing a beat, suguru moves the phone closer to you, continuing work his fingers inside your dripping slit. if you say anything, he'd just smirk at you and say he's just repositioning so his hand doesn't hurt.

but you know he's moving it closer to give satoru a better chance of hearing all your noises. and it just makes you squeeze on his fingers, your juices dripping down his wrist.

"here, angel. talk to satoru for me, yeah?"

...oh, what the hell?

your brain is already fucking melting out of your ears, you don't even think about what would happen if you take the phone. your hand trembles as you take the phone, the other hand clutching at the couch cushions for support.

the moment you bring the phone to you, you can hear satoru's excited breathing, the anticipation practically radiating through the speaker.

"h-hi, satoru..." you manage to greet him, voice breaking as suguru finds another sensitive spot within you, his free hand now pressing down on your tummy as he really starts to fuck you with his fingers.

"h-hey, sweet thing," satoru tries to purr, but it just comes out like a desperate sigh, a mix of curiosity and arousal clear in his tone. "you...you sound so pretty..."

suguru doesn't relent for a moment, his pretty fingers plunging and twisting inside you. sure, he wants you to be able to talk to satoru, but that doesn't mean you have to be incoherent. no, he wants you to be unable to hold back those moans from him.

who cares if his best friend is on the other line?

"c'mon, princess, tell him how you're feelin'," suguru whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "let him know how good 'm makin' your pretty pussy feel right now."

his voice sounds so good in your ear, your grip on the phone tightening as you try to hold onto the last shred of your composure.

"s-sugu, don't talk t' me like that, fuck, 's so embarrassing..."

he knows you don't mean it, not when he feels your gummy walls clench on him like that. you like it, you like when he's mean, when he makes you talk to him and tell him how good he's making you feel. but it feels even better because you know satoru is gonna hear how good suguru, his best friend, makes you feel with just his fingers.

the sensation of suguru's fingers, slick and sticky with your arousal, moving relentlessly inside your soft pussy and pressing against that fucking spot that makes you gush all over his hands, is making having any coherent thought nearly impossible.

"s-suguruuu, i-i can't, 'm gonna—!"

on the other end, satoru bites his lip to muffle his groan, the mental image of the scene flashing in his mind. his mind is going blank as the wet sounds of his best friend's fingers and your labored breaths and broken little moans fills his ears.

but then, they stop.

you let out the prettiest little moan and satoru feel his cock throb in his sweats, the feeling of precum leaking out making him shiver.

god, he wants to hear you like that all the time...

"s-suguru, why'd you—?"

"are you coming over or not, satoru? wouldn't you rather see her than hear her? if you come over, i'll teach you how t' make her squirt."

that seems to be all it takes to get him to keen, a high pitched and pathetic whimper coming from satoru's end of the call. who knew suguru could get the strongest to make such a sound just from a simple set of words?

"i'm on my way right now, please, don't let her cum without me there."

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[shoyoist]

now that i've read your sub julien fic i need a lil thirst for him to DOMINATE u in bed

I like to imagine him fuckin u in front of the mirror all messy <3 sorry but i cant act normal after his spread came out i love himm

──── 𝐋𝐎𝐖-𝐊𝐄𝐘 : julien loki

content: gn!reader, dom julien + mirror sex, lots of praise and sweet talk, multiple orgasms, mind-break(?) a few generic french terms of affection. a/n: literally never passing up a chance to write for a dark-skinned poc lmaoo thank you for sending this in nonnie!

sometimes, you think julien is so fucking agonizing. but in the best way — if that makes sense.

he's got those gentle eyes, that low-voiced hum, those firm hands. all the right words and all the best moves. he hypnotizes you so easily, like he's a magician and you're a pretty little pet he's picked out from his audience.

he could bite right into you, and you wouldn't even know it. because he'd be murmuring soft, sweet nothings into your skin the entire time, and the tone of his voice is enough to tip you into a daze — you'd let him do anything he wanted.

like you're doing right now.

julien has one hand wrapped around your throat, like a pretty bow-tie that's just a little too tight. his other hand squeezes at your chest, holding your body pressed firmly to his, coaxing little whines out of you with feather-light, teasing brushes of his fingertips at your sensitive nipples. you're sat in his lap, bouncing like a bobble-headed doll while he fucks up into you.

"look, chéri," he nods to the full length mirror propped up by the bed, facing your bodies. he holds your throat a little tighter, kissing the side of your neck gently as he groans with you. "lovely."

you know he doesn't even mind if you don't look, knowing that by this point you're too high on the pleasure he's giving you to respond properly — but your eyes flit to the reflection waiting before you anyway, as obedient as ever for him.

julien sits at the edge of the bed, you in his lap with your legs spread nice and wide so he can watch the way his cock slides in and out of your messy hole. both your bodies glow with a sheen of sweat, and if you look close enough, you can see tear streaks lining your face. "j—julien," you whine. "'m close. getting close."

"yeah? gonna cum for me again?" he chuckles, pressing another soft kiss to your neck. "so easy tonight."

he says that, but that's only because he's gentle with his words. magician's silver tongue. the way he's fucking you has you out of your mind — he's the one that's got you ragdoll-limp in his arms, and he's teasing you, calling you easy. "mh— julien."

your moan is sweet, but julien doesn't sound impressed when he clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "ah, shhh. use your words, love."

the pace of his cock in and out of you doesn't relent, and you're only able to let out another moan in response. his hand slips down from your chest to the space between your legs anyway, touching you just the way you like it.

"hhn, please. nearly there." you let out, and his fingers press just slightly harder, pushing you to the edge immediately. he'd tell you to hold the orgasm and wait till he allows you to cum, but he knows you're past that point. there's no playing with you anymore, fucked out and dumb on his cock.

so he pulls the high out of you like a man at a magic show with a top hat and a wand, letting go of your throat so he can press at your chest and whisper in your ear to breathe deeper and slower, knowing the orgasm lasts so much longer when you're relaxed and dozey. "there you go, mon trésor... so good for me."

his voice comes out just slightly cracked, feeling you flutter around him, tight and warm and wet. you're really so damn good.

"you can take some more, can't you?" he hums, finally bringing his hand back up, cupping your face and turning your lips to him for a kiss. "make me feel good?"

"mmm," you nod, and julien knows you're doing it mindlessly. he sees the tears in your eyes, the blank look in them. he lets out a little laugh, grabbing your hips to adjust your body. he knows you're all his for the taking. as long as he keeps giving you kisses and talking to you sweetly, you'd let him do anything.

"alright, baby." he feels his cock twitch within you, ready to empty another load inside. his grip on your body tightens once more, turning you towards the mirror. "eye-contact with yourself while i fuck you, now. good."

[average-cosmopolitan]

Cyno Content bc there’s not enough Sub Cyno on this site

This is literally just my horny ramblings but I do plan to release a genuine Cyno fic soon I promise. ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW PRETTY HE IS ANF DJDBDBDBDHEBSLS—

Flirting with him in public will always end badly because this man could say the dirtiest shit with the straightest face and most dead tone imaginable. This is one battle you are not winning I’m sorry 🙏

On the flip side, dirty talking in private when you can actually feel him and and squeeze his waist and thighs while you do it and MMM I swear he would get so flustered. He would try to hide it but he can’t help the little gasps that escape his lips when you suddenly grip his thighs tight and pull them apart.

As for his.. choice in clothing, I don’t think he’s actually trying to rile you up on purpose… it’s just a nice side effect to having HIS WHOLE FUCKING CHEST EXPOSED SHDBDB. He deals with really hot weather so you can’t blame him, but that does mean you get the right to feel him up when no one’s looking.

Going on a desert expedition with him just to play with his cute lil nipples at night when you’re supposed to be asleep. Him complaining that you’ll both be tired tomorrow because of this. Squirming and complaining but not making any move to stop you.

It would take so long to break him down (kind of like Xiao) but when you finally do it’s so rewarding. Fucking him for hours nonstop until he doesn’t have the mental capacity to make his stupid jokes (because yes he will still make the stupid jokes even as you fuck him silly.)

Getting a “W-Wai—AAGH~~!” Or a “C-can’t- hnngh- I” from him would be just UGHDBRDB

Please. Please blindfold this man. For the love of all that is holy. He’s always working so hard, he needs the chance to relinquish control and let someone take care of him. He's a little nervous about it at first (combat brain, you always want to be able to see) but soon enough he’ll be such a good little pillow princess!

if you don’t though, he’d be so dutiful about whatever you ask him to do. Suck your cock? His mouth is open wide. Eat you out? Of course, he’s ready for you. Beg? On his knees, looking at you through thick lashes, pretty words spilling from his lips. Don’t cum yet? He’ll do his best… but you’re just too good at this, please don’t make him wait too long!

Once you make him a drooling and whining mess, though, have a little mercy on him. He can barely think, let alone listen to what you’re telling him.

In the morning, please pin him to the bed and don’t let him up. He WILL try to leave at the crack ass of dawn, and he WILL try to make you breakfast while his legs are still shaky and giving out.

He’ll learn to let you take care of him eventually, but it’ll take a little while. <3

honorable note: The difference between Aether and Cyno having their midsections exposed is that Cyno had a valid reason. Aether is just a whore who likes showing off his waist. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

[vampiretendencies]

a visceral feeling, that i can never leave behind

summary; jj crossed his heart, hoped to die that he wouldn’t get in another dust up; now he’s suffering.

authors notes; getting back into the groove of writing full length fics, still doing blurbs. but if you have a request either way, requests are open.

pairing; jj maybank x pogue!fem!reader (reader is almost always a pogue, unless i specify other wise)

warnings; angst to fluff, maybe suggestive if you take it that way

It was unusual to not hear from JJ.

Whether it be sullen facetime calls, hundreds of affectionate text messages, or not being able to pry your hands off of one another in person.

It was just unusual.

Which is why you are silently cursing yourself, sat parked outside the Chateau. The Twinkie was gone, but that in more ways than one didn’t mean JJ wasn’t in his bedroom.

Maybe John B took it out on an errand.

Maybe John B, Pope, and Kie went out on the marsh.

The possibilities were endless— but JJ never was the type to miss out on a Pogue expedition. Nor was he the type to not tell you about it; hell he’d update you if he was doing a task, as simple as smoking a blunt.

Glancing down at the blue and grey text chain, a photo of JJ kissing the bone of your jaw ever so slightly adorned the top, a helpless dimple poking through— but, you couldn’t understand why most of it was blue. Why were they so many texts from only you?

J <3

JB did a lil fire tonight

Got mosquito bites in places I shouldn't have mosquito bites

Need you to help me scratch them :(

I'm being serious

Goodnight baby, wish I was sleeping with you

Those were the last few texts you'd received from JJ, after you'd worked a late shift at the wreck and he'd known you fell asleep. JJ also knew today was your late shift, typically he'd be at the front door of your home; parents ready to boot him out from how much he continuously rambled on about you. You even tried calling Kie, Pope, and John B numerous times with no response.

Yeah, something was definitely fucking wrong.

With a slam of your car door the leaves from the tree above crunch beneath your feet, adjusting your cropped tee so it didn't fall too low. Rays of the sun beaming thoroughly on the skin of your legs and the exposure of your back, making your way towards the screen door of the Chateau. Screen pulled back and worn out, the wood chipped and chewed but this wouldn't be the Chateau if it wasn't. Past the porch you step foot inside, pushing aside beer cans with your shoe clad foot; empty cereal boxes, stale three-day old pizza, open sodas. Anything that you could imagine that was on the hard wood floor, it was.

But what you couldn't find was answers.

"JJ!"

You called, knowing full well there wouldn't be a response as he isn't visibly here. But it's JJ, he could be fucking around.

"Baby!"

You tried the pet name in hopes that it would work, but as you enter his room and see an unmade bed with miscellaneous clothes thrown on it your thoughts grew thin. You huffed limp body falling back onto the solid twin matress.

Instantly flying upward upon hearing familiar voices and footsteps, one familiar voice in particular.

Questions seeming to be answered all at once.

Seeming.

"Did you see that headlock John B had him in?"

"Easy access! Took one hit and I swear I heard his jaw crack!"

It was, in fact JJ.

Doing that thing that he does after the Pogues think they've accomplished something big, yet they always fail to see the bigger picture.

Heat of the moment or adrenaline, you assumed.

"His face was so fucked up!"

"He's had it coming for a long time."

You confirmed it was John B's voice with Kies toward the end. Now the issue was, who the hell did they have to get into a fight with this time?

Though you may not know, you'd make certain to find out.

Creeping around the corner, you make your presence known at the entrance of the living room where they all stood. Appearing as if they's seen a ghost.

Not only did they not have the decency to include you or fill you in, but JJ's fist is coated in blood. Disheveled and mulled, like they'd been ran over by the same bus various times. Kie's curls fanned outwardly, John B with a busted lip, Pope with a black eye, and JJ with a welp against his cheek bone; a gushing cut seeping through.

Your voice grows horse, mouth running dry; fathomed by your supposed friends in front of you.

What were you? A sick joke?

"Look ... we can explain, JJ told us not to tell you and we-"

Kie offered, guilt eating away at her portraying a bad habit.

"Just don't."

"Shouldn't someone like ... be mediator this time, she might actually kill him."

Pope chimes in and it makes your stomach churn because he was partially true.

You brush past them, aiming for your car and of course JJ's steps behind you. Echoing your every move, fingertips knotting around your wrist in an effort for you to turn around and face him. Unexpectedly, your back met with the warm glass window of your car. His fists at the hood, arms hovering near the sides of your head. Tresses combed backward from his digits, out of fear that this situation right here would happen.

There were certain confrontations JJ appreciated and certain one's he didn't.

He had no problem with pummeling someone unrecognizable for the sake of his friends, which spells out the entirety of this.

The confrontations he hated though was this one, the one where he can't even look you in the eye. He invariably lost his tongue in a fight with you, his past making him think that every fight could result in you abandoning him and never coming back. For the long run.

"You should go get that looked at," you spat, biting back so harshly. Peering at a slash that would take weeks to scab over.

"Just stay okay? This doesn't have to be a fight."

His speech is low and he's looking everywhere but at you until you shoved him- hands connecting with his chest in an effort to get his attention and for him to stop caging you in.

Exasperated that he couldn't just tell you, that he couldn't just talk to you about it.

Animosity that he would dare get his precious face damaged in such as way.

Irate and bitter that his somehow get himself in this overwhelming imperilment.

A menace before you.

"It does JJ! We're lying to each other now? This is what we do?!"

It was a show, a show that people would stream on television for their on laughter and enjoyment.

But this was the sheerness of a susceptible couple, glass nearly empty.

Time bellowing out.

"I had to baby!"

Not to be dramatic but JJ's heart had been stitched together once, when you entered his life.

And that's why he tried his utmost to prevent any interference in this relationship.

Because now he swears, he can physically feel a stitch rip open with every remark you make.

"We tell each other everything JJ!"

"And I didn't tell you 'cause, I knew this is how you'd react!"

He stands still with a clenched jaw; tight enough for teeth to grind, hand gesturing at your current 'pissed off' stance—notrils flaring and mouth agape.

And he thinks this actual smoke fuming out of your ears.

Silence fell over the two of you, stood so desperately apart in the misty front yard of the Chateau.

"It was Rafe," He rasped through monotone. "We had to take this round while we could-"

"So fucking stupid, you know he's coming back for ya'll!" You still speak sharply, infuriated past envy. "M'the one treated like shit, just for you to get one up on Rafe Cameron ... of all people JJ!"

"I know, baby! I know-"

He reached for your arms, in ordinace to hold them close, but he failed whilst you inched to the car door.

What's upsetting is, after the fight and pirior to it- JJ craved to breathe in your oxygen and get lost inside your lungs.

"I dont care if it's a decision I won't like, it's still something I deserve to know," and now your voice is just growing weary. "You do such dumb shit and m'expected not to say anything."

All JJ could do was ache.

Ache with regret.

And ache with longing at the feeling of you not wanting to be near him.

He hadn't even gotten a kiss today, for Christ's sake.

"You said you wanted all of me JJ, I gave you that. Why aren't you doing the same..."

Your figure folds, stepping low into the car, JJ running forward bloody fist pounding on the glass window. Praying to God, that you'd give in just this once and hear him out.

"I am! I fuck up one time and you're there to make sure I don't hear the end of it!'

He's finding his voice, a minute two late as his takes note of gear switching and the vehicle moving backward to leave.

"Get out! Don't go ... please don't baby!"

“Baby!”

He trails behind the moving car, as if running would make a difference.

But you wouldn't be there this time.

The last altercation he got into, you were on the other end to clean his bruises and linger kisses onto his cuts; yet, there was also an agreeance that he wouldn't be caught up in another scrutinizing fight.

You validated yourself in thinking you had the right to your reaction.

And JJ validated himself in thinking he was right in not telling you, your words engraving in his brain like clockwork; agatizing that he saw reason.

Nearly a chore for him to listen— heardheaded beyond belief.

Ravaging in the come down.

Always finding the beat, now they can't find the rush.

All filaments of emotion turned to dust.

“You can stop shitting your pants now, she’s already seen us.”

John B’s banter is not one that makes JJ’s tongue stop clicking, nor does it make his leg stop bouncing up and down out of horrid anxiousness.

He’s forced John b to take him to your home, only to be dismissed in your family saying you weren’t around.

You were, you just couldn’t stand to see JJ.

Fed up with his antics and his constant need to put himself in a position of hazardous instability.

Allowing him to resort to plan ‘work invasion’— the one place he knew you couldn’t escape him.

Despite how he typically acts, JJ has precise memory when it comes to you. He still has the little crumpled piece of paper you gave him in first grade— folded neatly inside his wallet, being besotted with you for that long.

‘I like your hiar — signed Y/N’

He picked fun at the way you spelled hair, though he took pride in his hair since then. And no matter how much he misplaced things, he endlessly found his was back to that note.

Resembling you, evermore.

With that being said, remembering your work schedule was something of ease to him.

You did glance at them stepping foot into the eating establishment, sat at a table on the far side— also know as your serving section.

Ultimately, you didn’t want to argue any longer with JJ; you didn’t want to argue to begin with. You bargained with him to learn— to learn that he can’t always have his way.

Especially when he’s teasing you so, showing up during your shift, and wearing that stupid fucking navy blue button up shirt besides the fact that it was, unbuttoned. Chest on display, muscular and built.

You felt the dagger of his eyes on your back whilst you served the table that was ahead of them, still feet away. Unable to concentrate on the order, eaves dropping on their conversation.

“Ma’am, are you listening?”

“Sorry … sorry what was that?”

Your saccharine voice apologizing to the woman and her small child, JJ chews the inside of his mouth. He despised going longer than a millisecond without hearing that sweet, sweet sound, laced with the inticement of veneration.

Accidentally fumbling the pen and note pad in your hand, rubbing your sweating palms onto your greasy black half-apron.

“Just two milkshakes.”

The woman was quick to repeat, voice more stern at you for not getting it right the first time.

But JJ was going to win you over, wether that be clogging every toilet in the stalls to announce to everyone that there was a plumping problem— isolating only you and him.

Though, he had something else in mind. Maybe not we’ll thought out to most, but it was the quickest and most efficient way he new of to win you back over on his side.

You slide your feet against the tiled floor, anticipating serving the group of Pogues. Instead you plaster on as fake as smile, and interrupt their witty banter by clearing your throat.

“What can I get ya’ll today? Our special today is a main dish of lying with backstabbing on the side.”

You were being bitter and you knew it, purposefully standing on the side of the table that JJ wasn’t on. But still the dining chair screeched on the floor, in an effort to move closer.

“Look we actually love you a lot more than JJ, if we’re being honest,” Pope conquered, and Kie and John B shook their heads in eagerness, willing to mask the tension in the air. “He convinced us to leave you out of it and we didn’t want to get in the middle of anything.”

“You don’t have to justify anything JJ did Pope, he chose to break our promise and that’s on him.”

You sneered, eyes rolling harshly at the blonde that’s twirling his thumbs— peering up at you with a deathly smirk on his features.

“That was a one time thing, Rafe deserved it baby, you know he did.”

“Baby, you know he did.”

John B mocked JJ, warning a kick from JJ’s combat boot beneath the table with a scoff.

“Did you guys hear something … like this irritating buzzing sound of some bastard talking?”

That earned a hissing sound from John B, the actual remnants of what JJ felt from that comment.

“Are y’all ordering or what? I have other tables to serve.”

You conquer, JJ’s at the edge of seat, tapping his foot. His sense being filled with that of burgers, shrimp and grits, anything he could utter but he didn’t have an appetite.

No, not when the only thing he had a hankering for was currently in front of him.

Back straightened and stood tall, typically a stance he’d drool over but he can’t get past the weeping sensation— dire need to never be at odds.

To simply just be.

For you to be his, and him be yours.

All over again.

“I was hoping you were on the menu.”

Courage emphasizing his words, eyeing you up and down— nearly eyefucking. Seeing now as his opportunity to go in for the kill.

“Okay, you know what-“

You’re spinning on your heels, in a notion to walk away— refusing service.

Until.

“JJ! Get down, my parents are never gonna’ let us back in here!”

But, he didn’t give a fuck.

A sickly pit in your stomach causes you to turn around, to be met with a JJ stood bright eyed— a disfigured expression and sunken shoulders hanging low.

Standing atop the table, head closer to the ceiling than it ever was before. Loud and proud, whilst his hands clapped, cupping together for a infamous effect.

Your face burns with prim red scrutiny, horror covering your face— just powerful moments ago.

Insides scrambling to nothing, a stupid toothy grin plastered across his features.

Wreckless, per usual, consequences of no variation to him.

He’s irrevocably standing on top of a restaurant table with only lovingly sullen eyes.

“This woman right here,” He gestures his arms toward you, all bodies turning toward you— wanting to cower in shame but oddly enough you were enticed and lead by infatuation.

Pope and John B, just let JJ do his thing— either way he was going to do what he pleased.

Crowds of familiar faces, family, a friends— some with mouths wide open in awe, some making snarky remarks, and some wishing like hell that it was them.

“She’s gonna’ have my babies,” He started a small chuckle escaping his lungs. Announcing to the entirety of the restaurant, giving them entertainment; despite the promise he broke to not get himself hurt again.

This though. This was promising, and convincing and everything in between.

Salvaged with being allergic to the waiting.

Waiting for you to come around.

You’re in the room, you earn his gaze.

You open your mouth, he’s hypnotized.

Starstruck.

“And m’gonna have those lips on mine for however long she lets me … forever I hope.”

He beamed, Kie’s father’s disgruntled face entering the room, waving at JJ to get down.

A sinister grin still on his features.

“And ya’ll will pass by us in disgust, that you can’t be us. That you can’t have our love.”

You’d hoped someone was behind you because you were about to collapse.

“This enough of an apology for you, pretty girl?”

He echoes, bits of his accent flowing through the sentence.

You managed to fight the smile on your features.

Let’s just say JJ proclaiming his love infront of nearly thirty people didn’t come close to his usual public displays of affection.

“Get your ass down!” Kie’s father, Mike, stammered, and JJ willingly jumped down from the table, being that he wasn’t finished.

And he knows by the smile lines next to your mouth— that this argument is officially past tense.

And he knows that tonight he’s going to relish in all the delicacies that you have to offer him.

“I mean it was alright,” you joke, picking fun to pass your inkling of embarrassment.

Knowing that it topped any apology you’ve received.

JJ glides over to you, hands wholeheartedly cupping your face, thumbs nestling you chin. Like the two of you were on a stage and this was a live performance.

You hold his heart in your hands internally, JJ is merely thankful to be alive during this lifetime with you.

Appreciating your existence and the relationship the two of you founded, together.

He places a wet, sloppy kiss to your lips, pecking them repeatedly. Delving them together, molding with perfection and engulfing yours with his.

Exhilarated to have the opportunity to graze mouths with yours.

“Don’t ever make me chase you again.”

But, he knows he’d do it all over.

Standing hand in hand, with lovelorn souls.

Knowing that he’d redo it without hesitation.

[crochetspanners]

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tags/warnings: Ellie Williams x fem reader, fluff, angst, NOT !PROOFREAD! if u see any spelling mistakes no you didn’t. Mention of depression, death, blood, and self harm!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE OR GET TRIGGED ON THOSE TOPICS!! (I am not responsible for that whatsoever)

(very) short Summary: How do you live when your heart is ripped out of your chest?

EVERYONE says that you don’t find the love of your life till you’ve actually experienced all of life. But you know that’s not true. You knew who was the love of your life, how couldn’t you? When she did everything and anything to see you smile, hear you laugh. How when you guys would fight, no matter if she was in the right or wrong she would always apologize to you, oh and how she spoiled you, she would work extra shifts just to buy you that beautiful necklace you wanted. And it for sure hurt her bank account but it didn’t matter, seeing your reaction - she would have bought a million of those necklaces. And you didn’t care about the gifts, of course you loved and appreciated them, all you needed was her, her touch, her voice. Just her fucking presence was enough for you. She was your world, your heartbeat as you were hers.

But no one prepares you to know that the one person who mattered in life, the one person who brought joy and happiness was ripped from your fucking arms.

ONE MONTH EAILER

“babe, c’monnnn come t’ bed” you whined after Ellie who was sitting at her gaming desk, so focused on playing Minecraft (which you both loved to play) “okay, okay I’m coming” she sighed, shutting down her console and padding over to your shared bed. Crawling into the foamed mattress where you lay. “Miss me that much, baby?” She cooed in a playful tease, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and you immediately curled into her chest, your cheek smushing against it. “Shush” you smiled, tilting your head to take in her oh so familiar scent, that was just so uniquely hers. “All you do is play video games when you have a whole girl laying in your bed” You muttered, she didn’t just play video games all day. You might have been just a taaaad dramatic cause you missed her. “ah ah, don’t start, you lil brat. You know damn well all of my attention goes to you” Ellie kissed her teeth, playfully pinching your cheek. She was so fucking in love with you that. “I’m not a brat, you’re a brat” You scoffed, rolling your eyes but not able to contain the smile that peeked from your lips. “mmm okay, baby we can argue about who is the biggest brat later” Ellie let out a breath, pulling the blanket over your entwined forms, and settling into the pillows more comfortably, her eyes drooping out of exhaustion. “Now let’s sleep yeah?” She muttered, resting her cheek against the top of your head, the darkness of sleep taking her away into a land of dreams and slumber. But you couldn’t sleep, you didn’t know why you couldn’t sleep but you couldn’t. You listened to Ellie heartbeat, over and over again. Before finally speaking up. “Els..” you whispered, peering up at her half asleep form. She hummed in response, cracking one eye open to look at you. “Do you wanna know why this is my favorite way to cuddle” You asked in a sweet, soft voice, “why, baby?” Ellie asked with her sleepy voice, her hand stroke the soft planes of your back. “Because I get to listen to your heartbeat” you whispered, one of your hand coming to toy with the hem of Ellie’s tank top “my heartbeat?” She questioned in slight confusion “yeah, I like listening to it. Because it assures me that you’re here. That you’re alive and with me” you begun, chewing the inside of your cheek “that little thing in your chest, pumping and pumping to keep you alive, to keep you here with me.” You said, eyes kept on Ellie’s face. Ellie stayed silent for a long moment, before finally speaking. “This heart is never gonna stop beating for you, sweetheart” she whispered, the hand stroking your back coming to cup your cheek. “Promise?” You asked, bottom lip quivering “promise.”

TWO WEEKS AGO

“I’m gonna run to the store, angel. I’ll be right back” Ellie told you several hours ago, as she left with her pickup truck after you told her you guys are running short on groceries, you expected her back after around 2-3hours, she left at 12 and it’s now it’s almost 4pm. You thought maybe she got caught up with some friends, and forgot to tell you. But when you checked her location, it showed ‘not available’ “what the fuck” you muttered to yourself, Ellie never turned off her location - never. A million things ran through your head, could she be cheating? No, no way she would never. She would rather die than cheat on you. You decided to call her. ring, ring, ring - line - she didn’t answer, that was odd. You decided not to panic, surely she would come up, she has too.

Another several hours have passed now, and you were starting to worry, it’s almost 10 and not even a text from Ellie. What the fuck is going on, you thought to yourself. Trying so hard to not start panicking, maybe..fuck maybe she just took a nap in her car? God you were so worried. Eventually you took a nap, maybe to wake up with your loving girlfriend right by your side, safe and happy. Instead you were woken up by a loud banging on your door. You sprung up, immediately thinking it was Ellie. You almost tripped trying to get up to run to the door..but instead you were met with two police officers, holding their hats with a somber look on their faces…

PRESENT DAY

How can a body function without its heart?

You don’t know how long it’s been, how many days you have just rotted in your bed. Not having any energy to eat, or just get up and brush you teeth. God you must fucking reek. All you have the strength to do it bury yourself in Ellie’s fading scent, clutch into it and close your eyes real tight. And maybe, just maybe you’ll wake up to see her again, to be in her arms and hear her voice. Feel her touch that you oh so fucking craved. You cried, cried and cried and begged when you first heard that news. Begging god that this isn’t real, that he hasn’t taken your girl, oh your sweet girl, how could she? Leave you on this earth? Alone and miserable. Of course it wasn’t her fault, how could she predict a drunk driver ramming into the side her car and taking her away from you, taking the only reason you were walking on this earth away from you. Your family and friends have reached out to you, sending ‘prayers’ and ‘condolences’ as if that could bring back ellie. You’re ellie. You were so numb and empty you couldn’t even go to her funeral, when her father Joel reached out to you, even when the blade that cut across your arm, you couldn’t feel it. Because your heart was so empty that you had nothing else to say if it wasn’t to Ellie.

“baby..mm baby wake up” a soft voice reaches your ears, large hands gently shaking you awake. “w-what?” You asked, frantically, you were drenched in a cold sweat, forehead sticky and clothes damp. “woah, woah. It’s okay, it’s okay I’m here” Ellie cooed, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away with her thumbs. “ it’s okay. You’re okay, baby..” Ellie whispered, bringing your head to rest against her chest, gently rocking you. “oh my god..” you sighed in relief, hand clutching her shirt as tears burned in your eyes..”Ellie, I had such a bad dream. You..you left me, broke our promise and let your heart stop beating” you cried against her chest, Ellie shushed you, cupping the back of your head with her hand. “that wasn’t a dream, sweetheart..” She cooed, looking down at your oh so cherubic face. “what?” you breathed in confusion, not understanding. “But you were supposed to carry on, princess. You shouldn’t have done that..” she whispered, grabbing your arm that was gushing out blood from your veins, “why’d you do that, sweetheart? Why did you take your precious life away?” She asked, looking at you with such hurt, but before you could respond everything faded away, she faded away again. You shot awake, looking down to see pools of your own blood where you cut too deep..”I’m gonna see you again. I promise” you whispered as the world around you started to fade away, and you could finally rest in peace, with your sweet Ellie by your side once again.

A/N- oh my god first fic WHAAAAT. If you guys think this is garbage I’m gonna cry (it probably is)😭 ok byebye see you next time!

[tastefulstars]

Higher and Higher

Steve and Eddie want Billy’s girl, it’s a good thing Billy knows how to share.

Request fill for @10a123456789 - who asked for praise kink, over-stimulation, dirty talk, r seducing billy in front of steve and eddie.

billy hargove x eddie munson x f!reader x steve harrington

a/n: i’ve done my best to keep it close to what you wanted but i changed it a lil because i’m all about consent with including other’s in your kinks!! i hope you like it! I hope i have done my get in line foursome justice :’)

this is just 4.1k words of filth :))

warnings: 18+ only. mdni. fxmxmxm, switch!billy, oral (f&m receiving), unprotected sex, cream pies, exhibition/voyeurism, dirty talk, degradation, multiple orgasms, praise, over-stimulation, tag teaming, lmk if any missed

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You enjoy the feeling of Billy’s big hand gripping tight on your ass as he leads you into the party. He wasn’t possessive per say, more happy to make sure everyone knew you were his.

You spent the night dancing, his hands on your hips, mouth on yours. Billy pulls you down onto the couch and you spill over his lap, cheek resting on his shoulder as he talks to someone behind you. You’re content, people watching and listening to his voice.

Your eyes flick up and that’s when you notice them, Eddie and Steve, watching you. A small thrill shoots through you from your scalp right down to your toes. You bite your lip, their eyes drop down to your mouth. Well, why not put on a show for them?

You shift, gracefully sliding across Billy’s lap until you’re straddling him and his hands are automatically coming to rest on your ass. You focus on them from the corner of your eye as you tangle your fingers into Billy’s hair and pull, he looks up at you and you just slam your lips onto his.

The kiss is absolutely filthy, having you panting and moaning into his mouth within minutes. Billy trails sloppy kisses up your jaw until he reaches that little spot under your ear, you sigh and roll your head towards Eddie and Steve, watching them watch you through hooded eyes.

Eddie is fixated, eyes darting all over you. Steve’s got his arms crossed over his body like he’s not interested, but you can see his hands clenched tightly in fists at his sides, can see the way he swallows hard.

You flash them a flirty smile and roll your hips, grinding down on Billy’s lap and you absolutely don’t miss the way their mouths drop open at that. You’re tingling all over from the thrill of doing something dirty, and aching for something.

Billy is shifting, lifting you up with his hands under your ass, and standing. You’re wrapped around him and he presses a final kiss on your lips, whispering against you ‘let’s go’.

The idea doesn’t leave you.

Constant thoughts of Eddie and Steve watching as Billy fucks you, maybe even joining in, spinning around your head. You’re not sure how to bring it up to Billy, not sure how he’d take it, but it’s taken root in your mind and you know you won’t be able to let it go until you try.

Billy knows something is up when you keep slipping into your own head, eyes glazed over and biting your lip. He confronts you when he’s buried inside your cunt.

“Wanna share what’s got you so distracted, sweet girl?” He’s rolling his hips lazily, in no rush.

“I- I, Billy. Please” You feel your cheeks burn and just want him to fuck you, to make you ache tomorrow. Somehow he rolls his hips even slower, barely fucking you at all.

“Not ‘til you share, babe” He’s teasing, knowing that you’ll crack and tell him why you’ve been so spaced out the slower he goes - and then he’ll snap his hips down and fuck you through the mattress.

“Oh, ah” You gasp, trying to rock your hips and feel some friction, “I- fuck! It’s embarrassing!”

He just waits, moving achingly slow and pressing soft kisses to your neck. You shudder around him and cry out in frustration.

“I. I want you to fuck me in front of Steve and Eddie” You finally whine, “Want them to see and want them to join in”

You’ve covered your face with your hands, hiding and muffling your words. He stills.

“Yeah?” He asks, pulling out of your gushing cunt and slamming home and you scream, “you wanna be put on display huh? Want them to know how perfect this pussy is?”

You didn’t think he would indulge your fantasy let alone take the idea and run with it.

“You want me to fuck your pretty pussy while you suck on their cocks?”

You’re whining, you can’t stop whining because yes - you wanted.

“Please! Billy, oh fuck!” You’re crying out with every thrust and you just wanted to come, “Please, wanna- wanna come!”

“No - tell me what else you want them to do” He growls, thrusting his cock into you like his life depended on it.

“Want to sit on Eddie’s- ahh fuck!, Oh god- on his face and want Steve to use my mouth!”

“God you’re such a needy slut” He grunts, shifting his weight and pressing his fingers against your clit, “You gonna come all over my cock like the little slut you are?”

You really don’t need much more permission, crying out loudly and moaning his name. Billy fucks you through it and then roughly pulls out, kneeling over you and fisting his cock. He groans as he comes, warm seed covering your stomach and tits.

--

Billy seems to find any reason to invite Eddie and Steve over after that, the first time after your confession when you walk out of the bedroom and see them, you feel your face heat and quickly spin around and disappear back into the room.

You corner Billy in the kitchen as he’s reaching for beers in the fridge.

“What are you doing?” You hiss out quietly, not wanting them to hear. Billy just smiles sweetly at you, one that says ‘not quite sure what you’re talking about’ and presses a kiss on your head.

“Hangin’ with my friends”

“You know what I mean!” You scowl at him and he just smiles at you, enjoying your predicament.

“Why don’t you just ask them? I’m sure they’ll be into it”

You groan and follow him back to the living room, positive he wanted you to combust. You curl up against his side, Billy pulling one of your legs onto his lap and gently rubbing your calf.

You hide your gaze under your lashes and look - look at Steve and Eddie as they talk with Billy, and your heart flutters as you see their gazes raking over you, the flash of desire and want behind their eyes. Heat blooms under your skin, simmering and making you squirm.

You bite your lip and after a few deep breaths for courage, slide onto Billy’s lap. His hands rest on your hips but he carries on his conversation. He was right, you were needy and slutty and you almost whined when he doesn’t shift his attention to you.

You press soft kisses onto the side of his throat, burying your fingers in his hair. His voice trails off and you feel him melt a little at your touch, you whisper in his ear ‘want you’ and press kisses onto his cheek.

“We have company” He says, pulling back and looking at you, smirking.

“Steve and Eddie don’t mind - do you?” You ask, turning your head and looking at them over your shoulder. They’re flushed, lips parted and wide eyed. “You two would like to watch, wouldn’t you?”

You look at them, cunt aching, as their cheeks get redder and as you press your hips down in an attempt to make some friction, their eyes drop to your ass. Billy is just licking at your neck, biting softly.

“Steve? Eddie?” You call, their eyes snap back up to yours, “You gotta tell me - use your words and tell me. I’ll stop if you don’t want to watch, to join us”

They look like they panic a little bit at your words, Eddie is shaking his head and bringing his fingers up to cover his mouth, biting at his thumb.

“Jesus- um” Steve stammers, “We, are- can- um. Are you- can we?”

Billy wraps his arms around your waist and pulls your harder against him.

“Wouldn’t let her-” He murmurs into your neck, “Wouldn’t be willing to let you watch if we didn’t want you to”

You’re rocking, grinding down on Billy’s lap and whining softly - the whole situation had you soaked already and you were going to die if someone didn’t touch you soon.

“Words boys” You moan, tilting your head back and rocking on Billy’s lap.

“Oh my god” Eddie all but wheezes out, “Fuck- yes, fucking hell, please”

You catch Steve nodding furiously out of the corner of your eye, he takes a shuddering breath in and lets it out with a soft woosh.

“If- if you’re both okay with it. And you’re offering- I, I want to”

That's all it takes for you, for you to slide your fingers under Billy's shirt, to press a desperate kiss against his lips.

You almost forget they're there, almost, as you loose yourself in the kiss. You lean back, gasping for air and frantically pulling at Billy's shirt, yanking it over his head and tossing it. You waste no time pulling your own shirt off, shuddering at the cool air on your tits.

"Fuck" You hear Steve murmur behind you. Billy is putty in your hands, letting you take the lead. You push him and encourage him to lean back against the couch.

He's looking up at you with a soft look in his eyes, loving it when you get like this - all desperate and needy, when you just climb on top of him and take.

"You gonna let me ride you?" You ask, voice low and seductive, "gonna let me use you to get off in front of your friends?"

He bites his lip, hesitant to let you take charge completely in front of Steve and Eddie, but he trusts them, trusts them to not use this against him - he trusts you. He nods, holding your hips.

"Good boy" His eyes slip closed at your words and you kiss your way down his chest. Pausing at his nipples and gently nipping at them.

You throw a glance over your shoulder and ohh, Steve and Eddie are staring at you, panting - faces blank, mouths hung open, eyes wide and dark. They both look painfully hard in their jeans and you see them squirming, shifting and trying to relieve some of the ache.

Knowing that it was you - you who's reduced them to this has a prideful high singing through you. You slide off Billy's lap and push your pants off your hips, letting them fall at your feet.

“Holy shit” Eddie breathes, “You-”

“Gorgeous” Steve finishes.

You look at them, biting your lip and flushing. Loving the rapt attention the three were paying you. You reach over and push at Billy, shifting him until his back was against the armrest, one foot resting along the length of the couch and the other pressed firmly against the floor.

You slide his shorts down, Billy lifting his hips slightly to aid you, and climb back onto his lap. Your leg is trapped between his and the back of the couch but you don’t mind, this angle lets you watch Billy and Steve and Eddie as you fuck yourself on Billy’s cock.

You dart your eyes between their faces as you lower yourself, sinking down on Billy’s flushed cock. Billy's hands grip your hips tightly and he throws his head back, groaning.

Eddie’s pressing his palm firmly against the front of his jeans, biting his lip hard. Steve’s shifting restlessly in his seat, leaning forward and you don’t think he’s even blinking.

“What’s she feel like?” Steve murmurs, eyes dark and flashing desire. You moan, lifting your hips and rolling, working Billy's cock deeper. 

“Ah-” Billy grunts, rocking up to meet you, “So fuckin’ good - she’s so wet and tight and warm. You've never had pussy like hers.”

You're gasping and moaning above him, rocking harder and faster, cunt squelching.

"She's so needy" Billy continues, grunting out each word, "Always needing to be fucked, always wanting to be stuffed full of come"

You whine, your eyelids felt too heavy but you cracked them open. Eyes finding Steve and Eddie and the sight of them, palming their cocks through their jeans and unashamedly staring at you, sends electricity through your bones - you're so close, you needed to come so badly it was almost painful.

Their eyes flicker over your body, watching your tits bounce, watching as your cunt sinks down onto Billy's cock. You're begging, whispering and whining at them.

"Please- fuck, oh my god" your head tilts back, loud moans spilling from your lips as you shake with the effort, "Oh! Ahh! Please"

"What do you want?" Billy murmurs, raising a hand to finger at your nipple, the other dropping to your cunt.

"Wanna come" You cry out, nails digging into his chest.

"The come for us - let Stevie and Eds watch you"

You lower your head, eyes locking onto them and you explode. Crying out loud and shaking, your whole body twitches with the pleasure coursing under your skin.

Billy grunts, thrusting up into you until he's spilling, filling you up and coating the inside of your cunt. You breathe heavily for a few moments as Billy goes limp under you.

A soft noise has you opening your eyes and looking and Steve and Eddie. They're slack jawed and wide eyed and look so damn turned on and you want, want them to use you.

"Come here" You breathe and they're all but tripping over themselves to get to you. You're raising yourself on wobbly legs, sighing as you feel Billy's cock slip out of you, as you feel wet, sticky mess drip down your legs.

You stand in front of them, hooking your fingers into the waistband of Steve's jeans and pulling Eddie into a sloppy kiss. He's breathing heavy when you pull away, pupils blown so wide you can't see the brown of his eyes.

"Wanna sit on your pretty mouth, Eddie" You whisper, lips brushing "want you to eat my cunt while Stevie feeds me his big cock"

Eddie whines, Steve shudders and Billy snorts from where he's splayed out on the couch, content with watching for now.

"Told you she was needy" He mutters, "never satisfied are you, babe?"

"No" You breathe, "think Stevie and Eddie can help though"

Your tugging at their clothes, encouraging them to strip for you which they do - undressing in record time.

You lean into Steve, licking into his mouth and wrap your fingers around Eddie's leaking cock. He gasps and his hips jerk into your touch.

"Fuck, oh god" He's moaning, hand clinging to your shoulder. You're leaking slick and aching and wanting and you pull away, pushing at Eddie's shoulders.

He goes down hard, kneeling in front of you and staring up at you, and you push him back gently. You twist, straddling his head and facing the length of his body - you hover just above his mouth, teasing. He makes a desperate noise and his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you down and attaching his mouth to your cunt.

"Oh fuck" You whine, Eddie makes little noises as he buries himself in your wet pussy and they go straight to your core. "Oh fuck- I knew. I knew you'd be good at this"

Your words encourage him and you pant as he devours you.

"Knew your pretty mouth would eat cunt like you were made for it" Words spill from your lips and you rock on his face gently, "Don't you fucking dare stop"

You're reaching for Steve and he moves closer, cock hovering just out of your reach. You look up at Steve from under your lashes and he moans softly, griping the base of his cock and cupping the side of your head.

He's pressing the tip of his cock against your lips and you shake, opening your mouth and taking him as far as you can manage. One of your hands grip his hip tightly while other snakes its way down Eddie's stomach.

You shift, lean forward slightly, Steve's cock slips further down your throat and you grip Eddie's cock in your hand. Eddie's moans are muffled by your cunt and the vibrations of it shoot right through you.

"Oh. Fuckin' perfect mouth" Steve's panting and rocking his hips, "Fuck- I- ahh"

"She sucks cock like she's dying for it, doesn't she?" Billy's voice breaks through the wet noises, the panting, the moaning.

"You said she was good" Steve groans, "You never said she was this good"

Eddie's bucking up into your hand and moans loudly, pushing his tongue into your wet heat and curling it in a way that has you trembling, gagging down Steve's cock and whimpering.

You feel another orgasm building, tightening in the walls of your lower stomach and a few more desperate rocks of your hips and Eddie's tongue on your clit has you falling apart around Steve's cock.

Steve's hand holds you, keeping his cock in your mouth and he rocks his hips, fucking your mouth until he cries out and his seed floods your mouth. You swallow every drop he gives you and pull away, pulling off Eddie and crawling down his body to rest in between his legs. You take him into your mouth without hesitation.

Eddie shouts 'fuck' as your head sinks down, sucking and licking at his cock.

"Look at her- so fuckin' needy for cock" Billy is saying, Steve's thrown himself on the other end of the couch and they're both watching you. Billy's lazily jerking his dick and Steve cock is already filling out, getting hard again.

Eddie's fingers wind their way into your hair and you feel them twitching. You pull off him and a trail of saliva connects from your lips to his dick.

"You can fuck my mouth, Eddie" Your voice is rough but no less sweet, "I really like it"

"She really does" Billy agrees.

You take him back into your mouth and Eddie's gripping your hair tightly, bucking up into your mouth and groaning. It doesn't take long until he's shaking and coming undone, not once you've got a hand wrapped firmly around his shaft and the other playing with his balls. You ease him through it much like you did with Steve, gently sucking and licking.

You shift, kneeling next to Eddie as he pants hard and keen quietly. Feeling sticky and wet and needing more, wanting more. You crawl towards Steve, kneeling between his legs and pout softly.

“Fuckin’ needy” Billy laughs softly.

“Wanna-” You whine, pleading. “Want you to fuck me Stevie, then when you fill me up with your come I want Eddie to fuck me”

Steve’s eyes drift to Billy, who just shrugs.

“I can share my toys, Steve” You bite your lip at the degrading term, being referred to as nothing more than something to be used, to be fucked, made your cunt clench and ache - you were so aroused, so desperate to be filled, it hurt.

“Please, Stevie?” You’re voice is sugar sweet as you plead, “Need your cock inside me”

You don’t even notice him move, finding yourself pinned down on the ground and he’s bucking into you. You clench down as a loud moan tears from your lips. You’re clinging onto Steve - fingers buried in his hair, nails digging into the flesh of his back, legs wrapped tight around his waist.

Steve’s fucking you roughly, hips slapping against yours. Your cunt sucks him in and you flutter around him, making him groan. You can’t stop the moans from leaving your lips, little ‘ah’s’ escaping on each breath.

“God- fuck! You’re fuckin’ perfect” Steve’s groaning, panting. “Perfect pussy”

“Isn’t it the best cunt you’ve ever had?”

“God. It is- it’s so fuckin’ tight” Steve moans, “Oh- ah fuck”

His hips are stuttering, bucking wildly, and your clit is brushing against his lower stomach and you’re crying out, eyes rolling back and feeling your body go limp. You moan as Steve keeps fucking you until he’s gasping and grunting, hips falling still. His head hangs and he pants.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ” He pants.

You lay, splayed out on the floor of your living room, muscles twitching and cunt pulsing. You’re starting to feel a bit sensitive but you’re not satisfied, not yet, not even close. You whine softly as Eddie slips between your legs, pressing on your knees and almost folding you in half.

He rocks into you, you whine and moan his name and he snaps his hips harder. You roll your head, eyes finding Billy. He’s watching you with dark eyes, hand working his cock. Steve’s still breathing hard, sitting on the floor and leaning back on the couch, watching. 

“You’re loving this aren’t you?” Billy asks, you whine and nod.

“She’s perfect, Billy” Steve comments, “Absolutely perfect”

“Our perfect little pussy”

“Make her come, Eds - feels so good”

Eddie shifts your legs, holding them above your torso with one hand and uses his other to finger at your clit. You twitch and shudder and it’s almost too much, almost too sensitive but you know you can come for Eddie, can make him feel good.

The angle Eddie has you in, has you shaking on each thrust - his hard cock brushing against your sensitive spot inside you. You let out a broken cry as you spasm, weakly shuddering and clenching around Eddie’s cock. He stills, groaning as he spills inside your already drenched cunt. He slips out of you, dropping your legs onto the ground.

“Good, huh?”

“Yeah” Eddie breathes.

“Satisfied yet, babe?” Billy asks, eyes flickering over you and you whine, he laughs, “I’ll take that as a no, then”

You’re limp and feeling like you’re floating, drifting in your pleasure and not quite sated yet.

“What do you need?”

You roll your head, eyeing up Billy, Eddie and Steve and bite your lip.

“Wanna be fucked by you three until I don’t even remember my name” You murmur. Your eyes slip closed and Billy’s there between your legs, cock pressing inside your swollen, puffy cunt. Your breath shudders as you stretch around him.

“Play with her tits” He’s saying and there’s hands cupping them, fingers pinching and tweaking your nipples. They’re rough with you and you quake at their treatment. Your body feeling oversensitive and your mind numb.

Billy isn’t too rough, fucking you deeply but gently. Your cunt is squelching, leaking and a sloppy mess. You’re desperate to come again, wanting to feel the fireworks of pleasure again, wanting to loose yourself.

“Where you want me to come, baby?’ Billy’s voice softly pierces through the haze of pleasure.

“My tits” You gasp, “Please”

He thrusts into you a few more times before he shifts, pulling out and kneeling over you as he jerks his cock until he’s spurting all over your chest.

“Can I fuck her again?” Eddie asks, sounding like the only think he can think about is sinking back into your pussy. There’s a muffled conversation and your chest is being lifted and gently placed back down on Billy’s lap. He strokes your cheek lovingly.

Eddie’s strong hands are clinging onto your thighs and he’s burying his cock into you, you feel him all the way up to your lungs and you’re not sure how much more you can take - your cunt is aching and it won’t be long until you’re too sore, too sensitive.

You’re not even sure what’s happening anymore, all you can focus on is breathing and the delicious stretch of your pussy as Eddie’s cock slides in and out of you. You don’t even know what you’re saying, the noises you’re making - mindless and fucked into a state of pure bliss.

You whine as you feel Eddie pull out, there’s a soft shushing noise and he’s being replaced - Steve sliding into your cunt and you can’t stop your body from shaking, from the tremors plaguing your limbs. Billy’s still stroking your cheek and you feel another set of hands on you, stroking your sides.

You sob when Steve’s cock leaves your cunt. You’re being moved, lifted and they’re laying you down on your side on the ground gently. Billy’s pushing your leg up, twisting you until your cunt is exposed and he gently pushes his cock inside you.

You’re too sensitive now, cunt aching with the pain of the constant push pull of their cocks. Tears are leaking out of your closed eyes and cries tear from your throat. Kisses are being pressed against your cheeks, lips, forehead and soft words pressed into your skin.

“You’re amazing honey”

“You’re taking us so well”

“Good girl, good girl. All for us”

“We’ve got you sweet girl”

Billy shakes and spills inside you and then he’s picking you up, carrying you to the bedroom and the three of them climb in - cuddling you and whispering how much they adore you, stroking your skin and letting you rest.

[tinykonig]

Ghost x reader headcannons

im so glad you guys are enjoying these??? i love making them and its helping me procrastinate finals :) as always these are written for afab, and sometimes include references feminine terms. if you like how i write for ghost, send me a lil request and i might turn it into something :)

NSFW indicated in post 🤍

Genuinely it takes fucking forever for Ghost to admit having feelings for you. He is in denial for soooo long

What finally makes him crack is getting critically injured on a mission and all he can think about is how he should have told you

He resolves to tell you once he comes to in the hospital. He figures it would be stupid to waste any more time

You come to see him and you think he doesn’t want you there because he can’t make eye contact with you and that’s rare for him

You just kind of awkwardly apologize for coming and turn to leave and he just barks out “Wait.”

When Ghost is getting something off his chest he gets it all out. So he’s just very bluntly telling you that you were all he could think about when he thought he was going to die and he doesn’t see the point in hiding how he feels any longer

At the end of his speech he looks at you and you are getting a little emotional and this motherfucker has the audacity to be like, “… why are you crying?”

Like you just spilled your heart out to me give me a break!!!

His entire body relaxes when you tell him you feel the same way. He didn’t even realize how tense he had been

You don’t leave his side until he’s recovered and able to fully function back to normal

He doesn’t say thank you with his words but rather his actions. His eyes tell you everything anyways

Sometimes he will glance around him to make sure no one else is watching and then just lift you into the most earth shatteringly wonderful hug

Puts you down after a few seconds and returns to whatever he was doing without a word. You grew used to this eventually

So protective. Like wont even let you walk on the side of the sidewalk thats closer to the road. Puts himself between you and any dangers

You will be his passenger princess. There is no way he lets you drive sorry thats his job, he looks damn good doing it so you dont mind

(holds your hand over the center console)

Big on acts of service. Does little domestic things for you like folds your laundry while you take a nap and offers to cook dinner every other day

Stares at you when you sleep. He thinks you look so angelic and peaceful and it makes him feel all warm inside but he’s definitely scared the shit out of you a few times

Not a fan of going out a lot. He’s a homebody when he’s not in the field

The best listener!!! He will offer advice when you ask for it or will just lend you sympathy when you don’t want advice

He does have his moments where he needs his space, and if you try to push him he can get mean

After he’s recharged and feeling back to normal he is touch. starved.

Likes to spoon, likes to watch movies with you in between his legs and laying on his chest, likes standing behind you while you are doing anything and just holding your hips

He always buries his face in your neck and just breathes deep. Could drown in your scent and be happy

It takes him awhile to remove his mask freely around you because its a feeling of vulnerability that just gnaws at him

He warms up to it over time and you see his face more and more often. Loves that you act the same either way

He has dimples (fist fight me if you disagree)

He can grow a killer beard, but trims it based on your preference because he doesn’t care either way

Very thoughtful with gifts and always remembers your birthday (sometimes forgets his own)

Knows your order for every restaurant and will make sure its correct and if its not he IS letting them know. How dare they

Literally mocks whatever accent you have constantly. Playfully but he’s brutal

If you are being stubborn he is not against just picking you up and slinging you across his shoulder

Sleeps like a rock this one

Likes to watch sports on tv and catches himself cheering his team on and then gets embarrassed (its so fucking cute)

If his mask is off and he sees any exposed part of your skin- he’s biting

And then going about his business like he didn’t just bite you???? So weird

NSFW BELOW THIS POINT

The biting happens in the bedroom too, specifically when he cums. Your neck will have teeth marks

Switch, switch, switch

His bedroom eyes are soo severe , he just gives you a single half lidded stare and your clothes are coming off

He loves to degrade you, he doesn’t talk a lot but when he does he is telling you how pathetic you look crying on his cock

Loves to be degraded too :) Whines if you call him pussy drunk (because he is)

A little rough but king of aftercare

Loves watching you come undone on his fingers. Has a thing for wearing his gloves when he fingers you

OVERSTIMULATION thats all

Against the wall is a specialty of Simons

Grunts a lot, growls sometimes when he is close

You go down on him and he sometimes lets go and moans

Always returns the favor

Doesn’t do quickies or risky places

Will do about anything else

[themorriganwitch]

Bradley Bradshaw NSFW Alphabet

18 ++ content MDNI

Aftercare (What the are like after sex): He is super attentive after Sex, whatever you need its yours. You need a glass of water? He will get it for you while also grabbing a couple of snacks. You want to take a shower to get all cleaned up? Let him carry you into the bathroom. You need to be held or want to cuddle? He will not only hold you but also give you the best back or head scratches you could ask for. Bradley would also shower you in praise, telling you how good you just did and how well you took him. But everything goes both ways, so if you were the one who went a little rougher on him, he highly appreciates if you’d do the same for him (probably not the carrying part but especially the cuddle and praise one)

Bodypart (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):  On him definitely his hands/fingers. He just knows how to work them, no matter if it’s playing the piano to entertain a crowd, navigating his 70 million super hornet in the air or curling them up just right to hit that spongy spot that makes you scream out his name every single time. On you it’s everything that’s soft. No matter if that’s your belly, your boobs, your thighs or whatever. Bradley is all muscular, rough and calloused, he just has a major thing for all of your softness compared to himself.

Cum  (Anything to do with cum): He is messy. He loves to cum into your mouth when you give him head, but he also loves to mark you up by cumming all over your belly or your thighs. When you are on birth control or a trying for a lil Bradley he is obsessed with cumming inside of you. That’s when he finds out he has a major breeding kink.

Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs): He kinda likes it when you are angry or frustrated. Not because he likes to see you upset but because he knows he gets extremely lucky in the way you tend to get rid of all your negative emotions. He would never openly admit it, because he feels bad for benefiting from anything that strains you, but it’s just how it is.

Experience (How experienced are they?): He has definitely been around the block. A couple of one-night stands, some short affairs or friends with benefits scenarios. He knows exactly what he is doing and is eager to learn what gets you going.

Favorite Position (Pretty self explanatory)

- Missionary: As said before, he is craving intimacy during sex like air, so he would be an absolute goner for seeing your face while he thrusts into you, slow and passionate.

- Cowgirl: On the days where he just not feels like doing most of the work there is nothing better than watching you bounce on top of his big cock, while his face is buried in your boobs, hand grabbing the soft flesh of your hips. Also, one of his favorite positions when he subs.

- Face sitting: Also, one of his favorite when you are taking the lead. Your wet pussy pressed onto his face while he has no option but to take and please as you command. He loves it.

Goofy (Are they rather serious in the moment, or humorous): Simply depends on the mood he is in. If he is stressed because Mav made him do 200 push-ups because he lost to hangman in a dogfight, there is no way you will see a smile on his lips until he was able to fuck out all of his anger. If the two of you spend a beautiful day at the beach, ending the day with fucking in his Bronco at the beach – he would be the one to crack some stupid jokes or make you laugh because it makes the moment even more intimate for him.

Hair (How well groomed are they?): He is not fully shaved. He has definitely some hair down there, even though he keeps it trimmed. On you, he does not really care, as long as everything is hygienic, and you feel comfortable with it.

Intimacy (How are they during the moment?): He definitely can and will have sex without having an emotional connection with someone, that’s how it works for him his whole adult life. But as soon as he found his special person, his soulmate, he is craving intimacy like air to breathe. He just cannot have sex without it anymore. So, no matter if its angry sex, make up sex, slow morning sex or whatever, being close to you and show his love and affection for you while doing it, is the most important thing for him.

Jack off (Pretty self explanatory): He is definitely not above it. If he’s deployed, stressed or when you are not in the mood for sex he would simply jack off and that’s it.

Kink (Some kink of theirs): Bradley is a pretty open guy. I do see him being rather kinky than vanilla, but he is not too extreme. It’s more like he likes from everything a certain bit and not one thing in particular overly extreme. He also communicates a lot and is down to try out pretty much everything you suggest, but I would say that these are his main kinks: (copied from my dagger squad kink head canons)

-       Choke kink – on the few occasions where he lets you take the lead and let you bounce on top of him, he wants nothing more than your tiny fingers wrapped around his throat. And when you squeeze him just right – he could come in that exact moment.

-       Daddy Kink – I don’t know why, maybe it’s just the vibe he gives or maybe it’s me wanting to call him Daddy, he definitely has one. Amen.

-    Overstimulation – God, how he loves seeing you completely messed up, tears straining your cheeks after he gave it to you so good again and again and again.

-       Impact Play – How he loves watching your ass jiggle, your flesh red and hot from where he put his hands.

-       Breeding Kink – Nothing he would ever think about during his frat boy years but after finding his soulmate he cannot imagine something sweeter that seeing you pregnant with his child.

-        Dumbification and Cockwarming would also belong to his kinks.

Location (Favourite places to the deed): Also depends on the mood. If he likes to be risky that day, he would totally be down to let you ride him in the back if the bronco or press you against the door of the Hard Deck bathroom. The only place where he would never risk being caught is on base, simply because he worked too hard for his career for destroying everything because he needed to get laid. Otherwise, he would not hesitate to fuck you all over your shared home. Every place possible he has fucked you at least 3 times.

Motivation (What turns them on?): You. Preferably if he sees you wearing his favorite sun dress, wearing your hair in a low messy bun. Saying he is gone would be an understatement.

No (Something they wouldn’t do): Someone who can’t communicate or is not willing to do so. He wouldn’t also date someone who does not reciprocate the energy he is investing into the relationship.

Oral(Preference in giving or receiving, skill): He loves to give as much as he loves to take. If he had a particularly hard day and you try to help him relax by shoving him all down your throat, he is probably looking for engagement rings right after. For giving: He absolutely loves to have his head pressed between your thighs, he could die happily down there. He is quite skilled at what he is doing but is always eager to learn how he could improve to just gives you exactly what you need. After you’ve been together for a couple of times, and he knows how to read your body and it’s signals he could draw as many orgasms out of you as your body is able to give him. He takes huge pride in this ability.

Pace (pretty self explanatory) : He can go from slow and deep to passionate to rough. He has the whole palette and chooses based on the mood the two of you are in.

Quickie (pretty self explanatory) : Bradley loves to take his time with you, but he is a busy man, so he would never decline a quickie before he has to head to base or when he is too tired after work to go for more than one round.  Being always the gentleman he is, he will always make sure that you finish before him even if he must keep it short.

Roles (which roles do they take during sex?) : Bradley is a switch even though he’s probably more often than not the dominant part. If he acts as a certain role, it would be a soft dom /pleasure dom. Nothing to extreme, but he still likes to be in charge while knowing you enjoy yourself as much as he enjoys himself. On the occasions where you are in charge, he likes you to be rather mean with him, but also not an extreme. Balance is really important to him

Stamina (how many rounds are they able to go?): Bradley is a fit guy who works out frequently. He can go for a couple rounds, but he might need some breaks in between. Nevertheless, he will always make sure to make you cum at least once or twice but is always trying to get as many orgasms out of you as possible. None of you will be left unsatisfied.

Turn off (What turns them off?) : Poor Communication skills. Bradley is a skilled guy, but he simply can’t read you mind. If you are in a relationship, it is extremely important for him, that the both of you enjoy your sexual encounters to a maximum. That’s why he needs you to talk to him about what you want, how he can better himself and most importantly if you felt uncomfortable in any situation. Someone who would not go the extra mile or someone who feels embarrassed to talk about sex in general is a huge turn off for him.

Unfair (How big of a tease are they?): Oh god he is such a tease. He LOVES to get you all riled up and flustered while you are out at the hard deck or at IceMavs for a Dagger Barbeque. But everything goes both ways, so if he riled you all up the previous night and dared to tease you for the fact how needy you were as soon the two of you were finally alone to fuck, he knows to expect his very own teasing the next day. No matter if you are sending him mirror pictures in his favorite lingerie set or dirty messages about anything you want to do to him later, you will always be quite creative when it comes to take your revenge.

Volume (How loud/vocal are they?): Bradley is quite vocal. He groans, he moans softly, and he is HUGE on dirty talk. No matter if it’s praising you for taking him so well, teasing you for being already wet before he could touch you, or slightly degrading you for being his perfect little fuck toy, he loves to talk to you while giving it to you so good.  He also loves to hear all your moans, whimpers, pleas or whatever you can give him. Hearing how you react to his touch makes him always feel so cherished and proud.

Wild Card (their wild card): Neither Bradley nor I are really sure if he would actually take action on his plan but the number of times, he thought about sharing you with someone else is insane. As said before, I am not sure if he would actually bring it up to you but in his mind, he revisited the scenario of your face blurred with pleasure while two dicks are pounding into you at the same more often than not.

X-Ray (What's going on in those pants?): He is a bit above average regarding length and width, with a beautiful pinkish red tip and he knows damn well how to use it.

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): He is not like a bunny who needs to get at every second of the day (at least not all the time), so I think his yearning is quite balanced. There will be weeks where you won’t be able to keep your hands of each other but there will also be times where Sex just is not the most important topic on your mind. But I do think that you will never go too long with it, you both will make sure to go for it at least once a week, even if it’s just for the sake of feeling physically close with one another.

Zzzzzz (How fast do they fall asleep after it?): Bradley will always make sure you are being take care of after Sex. No matter how many rounds you just did or how exhausted he is, he will always take his time to cuddle up with you and talk to you for a little while, before the two of you fall asleep.

[venualesyne]

BEEN AWAY.

a miguel o’hara x reader one shot.

warnings ;; breeding kink, lactation kink (a lil bit), reader is black and pregnant. this wasn’t proof read.

being married to miguel o’hara took a lot of patience. he would be gone all day, leaving you to your own devices as you watched your children and did the required chores. you wanted him to always be able to come back to a clean house and a warm meal.

no matter where he is or what he’s doing, miguel o’hara always found his way back to you. just in time for dinner, familial bonding, and to read his children to sleep. and on the rare occasion, find himself engulfing your small body. his hands shielding your hardened belly, protecting the small baby inside your womb.

it had been two nights in a row where the routine was different. you had already took his place and read your children to sleep. and when they asked where he was, you responded as softly as possible. telling them that papi was just really busy and that he’d come back to the four if you soon. you started to feel melancholy with your husband being absent for two days. no calls, no texts, nothing. it wasn’t like he was committing infidelity, he was just busy being nueva york’s spider-man alongside having to run an entire organization full of spider people. so, you never complained to him when he came home after a few days of not speaking to you. you didn’t want to add more stress to him and so you stayed out of the way. you usually stayed seen and not heard most days to make it easier on him.

until tonight.

the front door cracked open, heavy footsteps meeting the marble in the foyer. you were in the kitchen, standing over the sink and washing the dishes. your braids weren’t tied yet and you had a pink and white moomoo on. miguel liked when you wore those because “they left your body to his imagination.” as the footsteps became louder and closer to you, you halted your movements.

“hermosa? por que no duermes?” miguel spoke, breaking the silence as he made his way over to you. his large arms began to slither themselves around your waist. you didn’t respond and instead continued the wash the plate you had in your hand. you couldn’t sleep because you were worried about him and you wanted to close the house down before you decided to rest.

“…estás enfadado conmigo?” he asked, kissing the back of your neck. you weren’t really mad at him, you were just mad in general. your body craved him and you felt lonely. you sighed and hesitantly nodded. feeling the movement, he stopped.

“is it because i’m not here?” he whispered against your neck, his breath warm and comforting.

“mhm.”

“i’m sorry, mami. you know i don’t do it on purpose. i’ve just been b-“

you cut him off, shutting your eyes and resting your wrists against the edge of the sink. “i know, miguel. i know you’ve been busy. i know you’re not purposely staying away from home.” you began to rinse the dishes.

he fell silent.

“what can i do to make it better, mi princesita?”

you thought for a moment. what you really wanted was for him to rip your dress off and shove your head against the counter and absolutely obliterate your pussy. but you also wanted him to lay you flat against the dining table and lick you dry.

you stayed silent and put away the clean dishes.

“mami, por favor.” he sighed.

“move, miguel. you’re in my way.” you got out of his grip and began to walk away, drying your hands off.

his brows furrowed as he grabbed you and gently shoved you against the counter, casing you in between his body. “who are you talking to?”

“you.”

he looked you up and down and shook his head with a chuckle. he leaned down to your ear and moved his hand to your throat, squeezing the sides gently.

“i see what you’re trying to do. it’s not going to work tonight, mami. use your words if you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

you whimpered and squeezed your thighs, grabbing onto his wrist. “miguel-“

“cmon, baby.” he squeezed more firmly, adding his knee into the mix by pressing it against your channel.

“want you to fuck me.” you whimpered out, pressing your clit against his knee.

“hm.”

he released you from his grip, only to pick you up and make his way out of the kitchen. he began to make his way upstairs to your shared bedroom.

“are they asleep?” he whispered as he walked down the hallway, arriving to the bedroom door.

“they would have made it known if they weren’t.” you responded with a giggle.

he chuckled and opened the door, walking in as he sat you on your feet. he shut the door and locked it, turning on a small lamp. he made his way over to you and kissed you, moving his hands to your plush ass. he ruffed the bottom of your dress to your hips as he started to pull it off of you. you lifted your arms to help him get it over your head.

he threw it to the ground and looked at your bare body, sliding his hands along the curvatures of your waist and hips, then to your stomach.

“you look so good with my babies in you, mi muñecita. so soft and pretty. all for me, huh?” he asked as he started to take off his top and pants.

“mhm mhm.” you responded, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him undressing himself all for you. once he was in the same state as you. he began to kiss you again, backing you towards the bed. he picked you up and sat back on the bed, resting you on top of him.

while kissing you, he started to line himself up with your opening which led to you letting out small gasps in his mouth. he began to slide you down onto him, keeping your lips against his. you briefly pulled away, whimpering.

“so big, miggy.” you whined, holding onto his broad shoulders.

“i know, baby.” he grunted in response, feeling the way your sweet pussy was borderline suffocating his flush dick.

with every slide he was spewing out praises, both in his mother tongue and english.

“fuck. you’re so tight, pretty mama.”

“muy caliente por mi, mami.”

“treat me so well.”

“mi pequeña perfecto esposa.”

arriving at the base of his length, he began to bounce you up and down, thrusting into you simultaneously. being pregnant, he didn’t want you to have to over exert yourself, especially during sex. he was able to do enough work for the both of you, so why force you to make you ride him?

you let out soft mewls of pleasure, throwing your head back slightly and dropping your jaw. miguel took this as an invitation to begin attacking your throat with his teeth. leaving bite marks, kisses, and hickies alongside your jaw and throat.

your tits bounced with every thrust and bounce you received, it was all fun until you began to feel liquid drip down your body. miguel stopped and pulled away from your neck slightly, looking down at the creamy liquid dripping down the two of you.

“did you pump, cariño?” he asked, cutting into the silence.

you began to feel embarrassment and you shook your head, “i’m sorry, i was gonna do it after i washed the dishes and then you came home and then i-“

“shh shh shh, you have nothing to apologize for, mamacita. let me help you.” he said with a smirk.

as he began to bounce you up and down, his lips wrapped themselves around your tense nipple. he began to suck it, which allowed you to release your milk. you let out soft whimpers and whines, scratching his back due to the overstimulation he was giving you.

when he switched to the other one and quickened his pace, it became all too much and you squirted all over his lap. he hummed in satisfaction as he continued with his thrusts, using one of his hands to play with the engorged bud in between your thighs.

when he pulled away from your nipple to kiss you, he licked his lips.

“makin’ me wanna put another one in you.”

art by shuploc

venua le syne. 2023

[scribblestatic]

...So I thought of something kinda cute, sad, and crack all at the same time. I'm sure someone else has thought of it, too.

Like, canonically, we all know the Lamb is, like, grown enough to handle the stuff (kinda, sorta, I don't think there's any age you can handle all'a that). The "Lamb" is just, you know, cause of all the lambs and stuff in cultural things.

But what if...hear me out...

The Lamb was literally just a lamb.

Like, Narinder feels when the last sheep dies and he cackles, knowing this is the one that will fulfill the prophecy and release him. So he summons their body and soul so he can tell them what they must do.

He sees them, off in the distance, and waits.

And waits...

...For some reason, whoever this is seems to be moving quite slowly.

And as they get closer, more visible through the fog...

It's a fucking baby.

"Aaaaababababa..."

It's walking on its lil feet, hands to its sides as it tries to balance itself. It took so long to get closer because it's literally just learning how to walk. Narinder is still, staring. Aym and Baal's eyes are wide open.

The little Lamb falls on its butt. Aym jolts forward just a bit before remembering himself.

However, the Lamb doesn't cry. It just leans forward, gets all four of its little chubby limbs underneath itself, and pushes back up onto two legs.

It huffs, almost managing to look proud, and then it gets back to walking, baby babbling all the way til it falls against Narinder's clothes. The One Who Waits stiffens, both because he hasn't been touched by someone else in a long time, and because his cloak is made of the sheer and blood of all the little lamb's murdered ancestors.

However, the Lamb either doesn't recognize the smell of lanolin or isn't focused on what he's wearing. Hell, does the little one even have a concept of what clothes are made of?

Instead, the Lamb looks up at Narinder, opens its little mouth, and bleats.

Narinder shuts his eyes tightly.

...This is the last lamb. This is the only lamb able to somehow release him from captivity. Because the lamb is otherwise dead, it will not grow quickly, if at all. If he doesn't have this lamb go back into the world, somehow start a cult, and kill his siblings to release the chains, he's stuck in this place forever.

...He is not cruel. The Lamb is simply a pawn. Nothing more or less. He can use it, like his followers, as he pleases. There's nothing cruel about doing so.

He chants that in his head several times until he can manage to open his eyes.

When he sees those beady eyes full of curiosity and love staring back at him, he has to close his eyes again and chant what he thought a few more times. The chant is interrupted briefly with another little bleat from the one using him to balance itself before he continues.

Aym and Baal watch as the baby eventually sits, clinging onto Narinder's cloak, and stuffs its little thumb in its mouth, waiting patiently.

...Ridiculous.

Steeling himself, Narinder leans down, staring at the infant. It can't speak, so he reads its mind.

"You. Do you want to live?"

'Biiiig...!'

"...That is not what I asked."

'Big safe. Big. Safe! Soft.'

Narinder has to spend another few moments with his eyes shut tightly.

After trying and failing to get the little one to understand several times, Narinder takes a different approach.

He simply takes his crown off, putting it on the ground in front of the Lamb.

Its eyes are on it immediately, growing wide with curiosity. It doesn't let go of Narinder's cloak, but it gets on its other hand and knees and crawls forward until it's right in front of the Red Crown. It grabs the crown, coos at it, and puts one of the top ends in its mouth.

Narinder clears his throat, and the Lamb looks up.

He mimes pulling the crown out of his own mouth and putting it on his head.

The Lamb, merely a baby, follows suit, putting the drool-covered crown on its head.

It blinks, eyes turning red with eldritch power and knowledge no infant should have.

Up above, the Lamb resurrects, awakening underground. It doesn't have to breathe, so it's okay. It just digs its way out, the crown instinctively becoming grasping claws. It pops up out the ground like a sprout before pulling the rest of its body out.

It looks left, then right, then below itself. It can sense the hundreds of thousands of bodies in the mass graves, merely fertilizer for the earth now.

...It's dark. It would be nice to be somewhere with more light!

Cooing softly, the Lamb wobbles its way forward, going toward the exit to the land of the Old Faith on tiny legs, a Red Crown on a tiny head with little horns grown onto it entirely too early.

Baby shenanigans ensue.

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OMG SHALNARK NSFW ALPHABET

Shalnark NSFW Alphabet

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: non-consensual filming, exhibitionism, pegging, toy use, mentions of various kinks

taglist: @desiray562 @lovelyxkazuha @ashdownunderscorebeloved @stygianoir

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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Shalnark is a cuddlebug! When he’s done, all he wants is to be snuggled up in your arms. He prefers squishing his head into your breasts or tummy!

He’s not the best with aftercare, but if you did something different or intense, he’ll whisper praises in your ear, and offer to get you something to drink.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

His favorite body part is his hair! He likes when you tug on it when he’s eating you out, or when your run your fingers through it lovingly when he thrusts into you sensually.

He loves tits!! Big or small, he loves to squish and squeeze them during sex. He NEEDS to have a nipple in his mouth when your ride him, or he’ll just babble and whine like a little baby.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to surprise you with his cum, whether that be giving you a creampie without warning or pulling out of your mouth to cover your face in his seed. He’s a lil silly, but if that makes you uncomfortable he’ll stop.

He cums a decent amount, you’ll feel nice and full after a few rounds with him!

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He definitely has a camera in your shower… it’s tiny, hidden perfectly to capture your naked body. He heels a little guilty jerking off to you while you shower innocently, but god it just gets him off knowing you’re completely unaware of his dirty little secret.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He’s actually really inexperienced! He’s had one partner before you, and they barely got past making out. He got a handjob and that’s about it.

I feel like he watches a LOT of porn, and ends up hacking your computer to see the kind of porn you watch so he can try and play into some of your fantasies.

Still, the first time you have sex, despite how hard he tries to appear calm and collected, he still cums quick and gets incredibly flustered the second he sees you naked in person for the first time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He doesn’t really have a favorite! He ends up bending and pushing you into various positions during sex, but if he had to choose one, it would be something that gave him access to your tits while he fucks you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He cracks some jokes and tries to keep things playful most of the time, but he can be sensual occasionally and that’s when he needs reassurance and love. He doesn’t like playing around, but he is a bit shy and inexperienced, so just follow his lead when it comes to being goofy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Pretty well groomed, and yes it’s blonde.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Mmm, this is a hard one. I’d say he sees sex as something down between two people who love each other, but idk if he sees sex itself as romantic. While he can definitely have his moments where he’s slow and sensual, really taking his time to make you feel good and loved, most of the time he’s feral. And a bit perverted…

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh god he jacks off a lot, especially in the beginning of your relationship before you’ve had sex. Any second he gets alone he’s got his hands in his pants thinking about fucking you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation

Period Sex

Bondage(both ways)

Cockwarming

Exhibitionism

Filming sex

Breeding kink

Impact play(him receiving)

Pegging

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Oh Shalnark LOVES to have sex in public. It can be as simple as having you cockwarm him on a train ride, or fucking into you while the two of you hide behind a dumpster while your friends wait for you behind a corner. He loves watching you struggle to reapply your makeup and fix your hair and clothes enough to look presentable…

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets turned on by… pretty much anything you do. He finds you very cute and tempting.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He won’t hurt you, but god would he give anything for you to step on or slap him…

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving, but loves receiving too! He’s gotten pretty good at making you cum on his tongue within minutes…

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mmm, most of the time he’s fast, but not rough! Sometimes he’ll take it slow and sensual, when he’s feeling more lovey dovey.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Oh he LOVES quickies. Pull him in for a quick creampie in a public restroom and he’ll be so happy. He loves filling you up with his cum and watching you walk around, a little bit of his cum dribbling down your leg <3

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s more than willing to experiment! You asked him to try out pegging and he ended up loving it! And again, he loves having risky sex in public!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last as long as you want him to! Once you’re too tired he’ll pull out, but before you say you’re done he can go and go.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Oh yeah, after you introduce him to the wonders of anal he has a few toys for himself! Of course he has toys for you as well. A few vibrators and dildos… he’ll make eye contact with you while he sucks your juices off of whatever you he just used on you ><

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s horny, so he’d rather not tease you and get right into sex, but if you’ve been a brat lately he’ll edge you for hours.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s pretty loud, and isn’t afraid to whimper and whine about how good your pussy feels in your ear!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s actually close to tears the first time the two of you have sex! Shalnark has always thought you were too good, too pure for him, so getting to make love to you overwhelms him a bit, in a good way. Your reassurance that you love and care for him is enough to bring him to tears.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

He wears boxers, he’s relatively muscular, more on the lean side though. His cock is around 5 inches long, decent girth. Pink tip and nipples ❤️

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

REALLY high, it’s why he’s such a big fan of quickies. He could pull you aside for a few rounds at any time, when he’s visiting you don’t even wear panties to make it easier.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He is out like a light the second he cums, usually snoring between your tits LMAO… he’s easy to wake up, so if you tap his shoulder he’ll groan and roll over so you can move.

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Unique(Soft/Odd AOT Headcannons)

Uhhh so i finally finished AOT and that ending absolutely wrecked me and I cant stop thinking about it sweet jesus. So, here are some nice lil headcannons to fix my soul lmao. ALSO if you have sent anything through my ask box please know it is in the works and most of them are just incomplete drafts! Thank you for your patience! Anyway,

Enjoy!

Eren

-Eren gets sick surprisingly often. It's very odd. You'd think he would be immune to shit like that but it's not very often he's not somewhat 'sick'

-Like, he always has congestion,and when it clears up its only for a week or two before its back to square one.

-He has three birthmarks on his lower back and they look like the little shocked emoticon

-He can touch his tongue tot he tip of his nose.

- When Eren gets flustered you can see it on his knuckles and the back of his neck.

-Eren is double jointed

Armin

-Armin had reading glasses he keeps in a case in his pocket at all times.

-Armins eyes look almost clear when you look at them in the right angle/amout of sunlight

-He has a very pretty singing voice, and he does it only when he's very deeply focused on something.

-He has very pretty hand writting, in fact a lot of his comrades ask for him to write things down for them because its so neat.

-He has very soft and slender hands and his fingertips get red when he's cold

-Armins hair actually has a bit of a curl to it but it flattens in the heat

-Hes very good with plants/gardening

Mikasa

-Picked up embroidering and will occasionally dabble, reminds her of her mom

-Mikasa has a very high body temperature, she is never cold and just constantly warm, she tends to have sweaty palms as well

-Very rarely will you be able to see Mikasa's pupils because her eyes are so dark and her pupils are always very dilated.

-She smells faitly sweet. Always has, can't pinpoint exactly why but it is definitely a thing she has noticed.

-Mikasa has a few grey hairs, there are about 4-5 and are spaced out in her hair but when you find one its not hard to miss because of the contrast.

-She really fucking likes bread...like a lot.

Reiner

-Has pretty poor balance. He is always mis-stepping or leaning, its like his equilibrium is off.

-Doesn't really like his facial hair but doesn't go out of his way to trim it, can never seem to find the time or motivation

-Reiners hands are very large, like very wide. There's a lot of things that look a lot smaller in his hands compared to everyone else.

-Lactose intolerant

-Reiner often gets the chills/goosebumps

-Is kinda embarassed about his big his but is...like sometimes he struggles to get his pants up and has to jump to get them on.

Bertoldt

-Will forget to duck down before he goes into a room and will his his forehead on the door frame

-He scars really easily and his knees are very dark because he would skin them a lot as a kid

-He's awar of how tall he is but he's very good at hiding in smaller spaces. If there's a sliver to a crack to slide between he can do it no problem.

-Bertold chooses to stay quiet most the timebecasuse he can be very mean in his head, and he doest like making others feel bad despite his innermost thoughts being very rude/blunt.

-Is a lot stronger than he lets on, carrying certain things is no problem for him and its a little off-putting

Annie

-She is an avid sleep talker

-Annie thinks her best feature is her hair and nose

-Her back will often lock up on her but she had trianed herself ot get used to the shooting pain. No she wont tell anyone about it

-Annie has a comfort hoodie and she gets a lot more anxious if she doesn't have it on her person in some way, shape, or form

-She bites her fingernails to nubs

-Annie has really dry skin and hates the sensation of lotion so she just, won't use any.

Connie

-fluent in pig latin

-Connie snorts when he laughs

-He gets really motion sick so he doesn't like to do any like extra tricks n shit when he's in the odm gear.

-Connie is actually pretty flexable and can fold all the way in half

-He's really good with horses and other kinds of livestock. He is so skilled in fact that he can ride most horses without a saddle

-He can dislocate his shoulder and has used to to prank Jean and Sasha many times. He thinks its hilarious.

Jean

-No one brings it up but Jean has an accent. It’s faint but it’s there, especially when he’s feeling a strong emotion.

-He was really ducking chunky as a baby. Like….he had little rolls and it was adorable.

-Jean is asthmatic

-He can draw really well, in his free time he sketches.

-He really likes cookies.

-Jean is bilugual, he only really mumbles stuff under his breath and wont tell you when he said.

Sasha

-She cries a lot. She can’t help it, a lot of stuff just makes her emotional.

-She once grew her hair past her but and did the big chop before she enlisted. Yes she misses it sometimes.

-Sasha can’t walk in heels.

-She is a bit of a klepto…and she really can’t help it, sometimes she doesn’t even know she’s doing it until she’s long gone from the place she took the item from

-Sasha still has her baby blanket in perfect condition as well.

-Sasha can’t swim.

Erwin

-He is a ya bit insecure about his eyebrows

He cracks his knuckles a lot and Levi hates it. He cannot stand the sound and will stare him down when he cracks them

-Needs glasses from time to time when reading

-Erwin had a surprising deep voice as a child.

-He has a little bit of a sweet tooth

-Keeps emergency money in his shoe( a tip from his dad that he always uses)

Levi

-Levi can hold his breathe for about a minute

-He has amazing peripheral vision. Its almost impossible to sneak up on him he is always looking and can just see things around him very clearly.

-Levi can write in cursive and has pretty handwriting like Armin. But he won’t help anyone write anything.

-Levi always makes sure his nails are neat. He can't stand dirty fingernails.

-He has grey hairs like Mikasa does

Hanji

-Hanji always smells like chemicals.

-Hanji is actually blind as a bat and needs glasses prescription updates very often

-They almost always know when someone is being dishonest. It's like a sixth sense

-Hanji has an older brother but they don’t talk or keep in contact anymore.

-Hanji had a collection of teeth. Key word had. (Levi had something to do with it)

-They can see a broader spectrum of color and no one believes them!

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Authors Note: I haven't written for AOT in forever so this was a nice little treat for myself. I literally grew up watching AOT, it is a comfort show and a staple of my childhood lol.

On another note, KINKTOBER is fast approaching so I will be mainly focusing on trying to get those fics whipped up before next month! I also turn 21 next month so I'm busy party planning and getting ready to absolutely destroy my liver lol. Anyway love you sinners! See ya next post! <3

[yams-here]

A list of scarvi characters and whether or not they use drugs (academy students)

Juliana

On her own? Definitely not. She's definitely kind of a rule follower nerd that only opens an exception to her friends. And that also applies here. She wouldn't smoke a blunt on her own but if her besties asked her if she wanted to hotbox one of their rooms with them she'd say yes if only to make sure none of them fucking die. (Also she feels safer to do so if she's with people she trusts ofc)

Florian

Counting florian as a different character here because he gives me a very different vibe. He's a nerd just like Juliana, but that shaggy bowlcut tells me his mom still cuts his hair and I just know that he still thinks sniffing one of the crack cocaine is going to kill him on the spot. His friends tend to avoid calling him to smoke with them because they know it's going to turn into a lecture.

(I just added him here because I see him as a separate character, but from now on, when I refer to the crater crew I'm talking about Nemona, Arven, Penny and Juliana. :( sorry florian stans)

Nemona

Definitely not. She is the student council president so she definitely snitches on the kids she finds smoking weed and she is too energetic to snort coke. But for her friends? The crater crew? They almost DIED together. They went to this life changing adventure whose whole integrity relies on them keeping their mouths fucking SHUT. She can definitely open an exception for them. Def likes to relax a little bit every now and then so she isn't against a hit or two

Arven

Weed? Yes. Smoke? Hell no. He grew up around too many machines turning off and on and getting broken and fixed to enjoy the feeling of smoke over a good ol edible. He def gets a little emotional when high (he's been getting a lil better with time) but the crater crew still invites him everytime because one, he's their friend. Two, this man is a GODSEND when they all get the munchies. And his edibles? To die for. He would probably enjoy weed in smaller doses, since they help his thoughts quiet down for a little when it gets too much, but he's way too scared of being addicted to do it frequently. He generally avoids having smoke sessions in his room because he's way too scared of mabosstiff sniffing anything that might be harmful to him after All That Happened.

Penny

The one that organizes all of the Crater crew's smoke sessions. Def has a baggie of meth hidden sonewhere in her room that Arven found by accident. Being cassiopeia gives you a lot of contacts like that so she def knows the dealers with the best stuff. Having her overprotective dad also incentivised her to do it even more, actually. Is way too good at rolling up a blunt for anyone to not be concerned when they first see it. Has a sylveon shaped bong in a box under her bed that she still hasn't had the courage to try. It's too cute.

Giacomo

He's still stuck in the 2010's era of memes, so he obviously makes a bunch of jokes involving drugs. Smoke weed everyday. THAT one transparent png of a blunt. You know the classics. But this man hasn't inhaled a puff of MJ in his LIFE. Doesn't know what a bong is. But do you think that stops him from saying he does? No. His friends all know he's joking, but the frequency of it has landed him in the principal's office more than once

Mela

Hates it. Hates the smell and the feel of smoke. But she learned how to because she's the captain of the fire division, so she needs to look cool. Can hold in a puff for 6 whole seconds but hates all of it. Def prefers cigarettes to look cool tho.

Ortega

He's a rich kid, so he probably can afford good stuff, but he Doesn't know where to get the crack cocaine if you know what I mean. But he hates to admit it. "No no I totally know how acid feels like. I'm cool" he's not. But we all accept him anyways, not doing drugs is cool too, Ortega

Eri

NO. She tried it once with Penny and hated the feeling, so she just. Never did it again. She needs healthy habits to be able to keep her strong phisique, so she doesn't miss it very much. She can find other ways to relax, dw

Atticus

"Definitely not" is what you think. But you're WRONG. You see the team star fits? You don't get all of that out of your brain and by your hand without at least a FEW tabs of acid. This man loves acting fancy but he pops one or two every now and then to help with the creative process, and I can't blame him. The results come out great so why not.

[lillysbigwilly]

I don’t think you’ve already done this before but maybe you could do something about boxer Abby or UFC fighter Abby? btw I love ur work so much ur so talented!!

love love LOVE this idea omg🤭 (you will be able to tell i don’t know anything about boxing in this one) leave more requests x

boxer!abby x gf reader

okay let’s start it with boxer!abby has so many tattoos that you trace and shit when your bored or just cuddling.

actually, you have a tendency to colour them in so she got flower outlines on her thigh that you can colour

you go to all her fights and she dedicates all her fights to you, her good luck charm

in interviews after the fights she will complement her component. saying they were a good fight and that she was sure she would loose if she hadn’t trained as hard as she did

when literally anyone points out the bruise that formed after a fight she will point to the purple love bite (that’s usually placed under her ear) and say ‘this one’s from my girl though, it’s my good luck love bite’

she teases you all the time but honestly it’s quite cute bc the slightest teasing comment back with have her on the floor blushing

definitely quite an odd way of meeting, she was just leaving the gym after training when she saw you reading outside, leaning up again the wall. she literally thought you were gorgeous, asked you who you were waiting for and you just had to crack a pick up line

“just waiting for fit blonde girls to pick me up”

and after seeing the girls red face you told her you we’re playing with her, kind of, and told her you were waiting for your roommate who had left their keys at home and you were out for the weekend.

you and abby shared numbers and within a week you were on a date.

doesn’t let anyone but you see her straight after a fight. you have to be the one to assess any wounds (usually a cut lip or busted eye).

literally admiring her as she trains

going on lil lunch dates when she takes a break from training, abby eating all healthy in preparation for her match and you feasting on whatever the fuck.

speaking of training, she knows that you can’t take your eyes off her when she is training and will take full advantage of that

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Long post rambling abt my SaH continuation au

Might not make tooooo much sense but I’m trying

Ok!!

So, it continues where ep 32 left off, bam in the gas chamber WHOOOOOOO I love child murder!! And it mainly Geum’s mental state during it, how he’s going back at forth between saving bam and keeping his cover, he manages it (how idk yet shhhhh) and he gets Bam and co out of the gas chambers and hides them under the tunnel system of the Wolf Den where people won’t find them

Geum expects to be able to calm down from this, but he can’t, for some reason his heart keeps racing and he can’t focus and he seems to be hearing something, or someone but it’s too faint for him to really make out yet

He ignores it though, it’s PROBABLY nothing right???

Bamsaegi and co wake up and are found by other FH scouts that came as backup, even though Bam doesn’t really wanna leave yet since he hasn’t even really seen Geum yet, but alas he has no choice but to go back home and come back later

For Geum, things go around the same as usual,

The wolves have a new plan!!! They realize that the Flower Hill soldiers are on fucking crack and are willing to die for just about anything and aren’t afraid of them, so they’re using a lil sci-fi…ish machine to use people’s fears against them and what better way to test it out is throw Geum right into the machine!! Aren’t they sooooo nice?

Now the wolves can’t see Geum’s fear, but they can see his reaction so Geum still has to be careful during this. They wanna see Geum overcome whatever it is hes afraid of (if he’s even afraid of anything) so he can fight against flower hill better and also to see how strong the machine even is (and to perhaps see if he’s really a spy according to Vixen!)

Geum goes in, but it’s weird, it’s nothing nightmarish or even scary its honestly pretty nice, a night open field, lots of flowers, reminds him of home. He can even hear someone humming, who is that anyways? He gets closer and sees a squirrel, is it Jul? There’s no way he’s afraid of Jul. Bam? No, he’s not really scary either, even if he was afraid of losing him it’s not something that would stall him really, but it’s neither of those things. It’s…Him. Him before he was a soldier.

Geum is OBVIOUSLY confused, why is he seeing HIMSELF in something that’s supposed to be his biggest fear, it disturbs him, especially since the other Geum keeps trying to talk to him! He’s so nice?? The complete opposite of him! Was this really how he was?? Why was this his biggest fear??

“Who…What are you?!”

“I’m you! Silly! Finally you start talking! I was worried you went deaf or something!”

“You aren’t me! You’re nothing like me!”

“Well not anymore! You’re a soldier now! Funny how people can change so quickly. It hasn’t even been that long and you can’t even recognize yourself.”

“What the hell…?? Is this thing broken this can’t be my biggest fear this-this is…!”

“Are you okay? You don’t look so good…”

Geum with all the questions racing through his head and the machine being very taxing, passes out before he can finish the test so has to be taken to the infirmary

He has a splitting headache when he woke up, Vixen was near him, asking what happened in there. Geum lies and says he doesn’t remember. Vixen is suspicious but just tells him to relax for a bit and that he can finish the test when he’s recovered, making a comment about how she was pleasantly surprised that he was afraid of something.

Geum hates waiting. He hates staring at the ceiling but these damn mice nurses won’t let him leave until he’s “perfectly healed” or whatever!! It’s late, he hears that faint noise in his head again, familiar but he still can’t quite make it out. He falls asleep.

Midnight, or later, he wakes up, it’s like his body jolts awake and moves on its own, he’s so dizzy but he can’t stop, no one seems to be stopping him either for some reason, he’s outside, none of the nurses even tried to stop him this time. He’s on a flower patch and kinda just…Falls on it. “I remember you giving me a bouquet in a place like this!” A familiar voice said, this time it was so clear. It was Goseumdochi!

Geumsaegi feels like hes going insane, he KNOWS goseumdochi is dead but he can hear him and he can see him! He’s RIGHT THERE! But he can’t touch him, it’s like he’s a ghost! He asks questions, a million of them, but with no answers, Goseum just stares at him and smiles.

And thus begins Geum’s slowly breaking! Varies things happen but two things remain consistent, he keeps going into the fear machine (and failing) and he keeps seeing Goseumdochi and failing to talk to him.

For the first arc of the story this is a constant and it eventually ends with him beating the machine by just…Killing the other version of him. After which Goseum finally starts to answer him.

This leads into Geum eventually questioning things about Flower Hill and himself,

But he isn’t the only character going through a revelation, part 1 Juldarami!!!!! Where is he anyways?

Jul was of course, recovering from the bullet he took. But now he’s fully recovered and ready to help and find Geum. And by GOD he is worried because the commanders, NO ONE, has heard anything from him. Radio silence.

Jul is determined to get to the bottom of it. He goes undercover with his only mission being finding Geum. One problem though, Geum is avoiding him HARD. Everytime Jul gets close Geum runs 20 feet away, so basically it’s a game of cat and mouse with Jul losing his MIND trying to find Geum, and eventually listing the help of…Bamsaegi!!!!

Bamsaegi feels absolutely awful for what’s happening and thinks it’s his fault, so he helps Jul try to find Geum whilst learning about the world outside Flower Hill as he goes undercover and getting particularly close with Huin (which causes him to defect later on!)

Through this both of them learn that Geum…Isn’t exactly the greatest, idolization isn’t a fun thing when the person sucks BALLS.

That’s basically the gist of it, few more things tho,

Throughout this Vixen is doing her own plot to overthrow Commander Wolf and eventually does so Geum has to deal with that during his whole crisis,

Mul!!!! I haven’t exactly finished his whole thing but here’s basically what I have so far!

Mulmangcho is still trying to get Geum exposed as the spy, and he’s getting desperate now that Geum has basically ousted his former position. So he needs to reset things, find himself, BEAT any fear he has so he can crush that squirrel and rip that beautiful fluffy tail of his! So he goes into the fear machine when no one is looking,

His fear is…Weird. It’s a maze with seemingly no exit. Every door leads to another door and those door lead to 39 revolving exit doors that lead him back where he started! It’s frustrating! He hates it! And he’s raging HARD!

He keeps hearing something, like someone is laughing at him. He keeps following and following, until he sees…Geum.

Well great his biggest fear is Geum WHAT A SURPRISE! This thing must be Einstein! Except Geum is…Weird, he isn’t talking, he’s just kinda…Standing there, Mul takes a step forward, he takes a step back, he keeps moving, Geum keeps moving, he runs, Geum runs, but to where?

Mul keeps following Geum, he seems to be getting farther in the Maze than he did before, in the background he can hear glimpses of his life but he isn’t really focusing on that. Geum is leading him to an exit! He’s almost done—And his brother pulls him out of it before he can finish.

Great.

Still, he didn’t understand, he wasn’t scared or nervous throughout the entire thing, so why was that his biggest fear?

(I’m thinking it can lead to Geum and Mul slowly understanding each other!)

It all ends with Geum quitting the military tho and seeing that the commanders SUCK so fun!!!

That’s basically everything, I hope to turn this into a fic or comic of some sort eventually <333