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gudfornuthin · 1 year

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Teenage Dirtbag

Eddie Munson x reader

She’s the most popular girl in school. And he’s just the freak. Maybe people shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

A/N: based off the song narrative of Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus. I really loved writing this, I enjoy creating stories based off of songs. So if anyone has other music you want me to base stories on, don’t hesitate to ask! Feedback is greatly appreciated❤️

The Hellfire Club had ended their campaign earlier than expected. They were pissed, obviously, but the dungeon master had good reason to cut it short. That reason being the cheer squad practicing out on the field at the same time. He wasn’t big on school spirit and didn’t care for any form of sport. But the one thing, or person, Eddie took an interest in was the cheer captain, Y/N.

She wasn’t Eddie’s usual type. Popular, athletic, preppy. Way out of his league, obviously. But the boy couldn’t help the attraction he had towards her. Her eyes, her smile, her laugh. God, it was infectious.

Eddie walks out of the building and makes his way to the field, beelining for the bleachers. He doesn’t want to seem like a creep, but he also has a reputation to uphold. If people found out that the freak was watching cheer practice every week for an hour, he’d never live it down. He leans on his arms, peaking through the gaps and scanning the cheerleaders. He spots her in the middle, stretching her arms and leaning from side to side. She wears white tube socks and bright yellow Keds. Most couldn’t pull that off. But to Eddie, she rocks it. He wants nothing more than to tell her that, but she has no idea who he is.

“So this is why we have to cut Hellfire short?”

Eddie jumps and turns around, the sarcastic question coming from none other than Dustin Henderson. He has a shit-eating grin on his face, pleased with the older boys scared reaction.

“Henderson. You shouldn’t creep up on a guy when he’s-“

“When he’s acting like a perve.”

Eddie rolls his eyes but doesn’t reply. He knows it’s weird for him to do this. But he’d rather admire from afar then be put in his place if he so much as smiles at her. Although, she’s the problem. It’s her dick of a boyfriend. He doesn’t know much about him, only that he plays on the basketball team and lives on his block. Somewhere else he sees her frequently. Driving down the street together in his IROC, her bare legs hanging out the window. Her boyfriend also carries a gun around school. Why, Eddie couldn’t begin to imagine. He definitely doesn’t want to find out.

“You know,” Dustin pipes up, “Y/N isn’t judgemental like her friends. Or boyfriend.” Eddie chooses not to question how he knows she’s the one he’s been looking at. “She’s always been open-minded. Might be willing to get to know Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. Maybe if you weren’t such a pussy.”

At that, Eddie goes to push the younger boy, but misses, as Dustin runs off snorting. He wishes he could believe those words. That maybe you wouldn’t look at him the way everyone else does. That you’d see past the messy hair, leather jackets and unsavoury music. But he couldn’t. because he was just that. The freak. The weirdo. The dirtbag. He huffs and walks away from the bleachers, feeling down on himself.

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Why Eddie had agreed to take all the kids to prom, he’ll never know. But as they all pile out of the van, chatting animatedly about decorations and people’s outfits, he sits back with a cigarette in hand. He had nowhere to go, and they’d all be ready to leave in a couple hours, so there was no point leaving to have to drive back.

He waves half-heartedly at them as they walk into the gym and lights up. Eddie closes his eyes and breaths out. He hates to sit and mope, but it’s hard not to knowing everyone else is having fun. While he sits alone, waiting for a bunch of 14-year-olds. What a loser.

No soon after the kids have left, Eddie begins to grow restless. He looks at the doors, seeing the flashing lights and hearing muffled music. It couldn’t hurt to poke his head through and scope the place. No one would see him. He’s never been to the prom before, albeit due to being banned from going every year. But it had never been his seen anyways. Having to get dressed up and listen to some shitty cover band play the same three songs over and over. Eddie preferred staying home and getting high.

Either way, he hits his hands on the steering wheel, and gets out the van, flicking the cigarette butt onto the floor. Making his way into the gym, he immediately spots Dustin, along with Mike and Lucas dancing off to the side. Red faced and laughing, he can’t help but smile, glad they’re having fun. He walks further through, trying not to be seen, but standing out completely. Eddie chooses to stand at the back of the room, alongside other rejects who hope that this will be the year they get asked to dance. He crosses one leg over the other and does the same with his arms. Constantly glancing back and forth, using the time to people watch. Couples dancing. Couples arguing. A kid most definitely spiking the punch. Y/N walking over to him.

Eddie stands up straighter, eyes wide and mouth dry. She was still coming closer, a small smile on her face. This can’t be real. Maybe she’ll take a sudden turn towards the doors, or perhaps she’s going to ask him to leave. She is part of the prom committee, and he’s not exactly welcome. Even so, she continues to walk towards him, until she’s only a few feet away.

“Surprised to see you here.”

Eddie can hardly process what she’s said. “Huh?”

“I didn’t think this was your scene. I hope you’re having a good time though.”

Why is she talking to him? why is she acting as if she knows who he is? Why does she hope he’s having a good time? Those are just a few of the several thoughts running through Eddie’s mind. His lip and hands start to shake, and he’s hyper aware that she’s waiting for him to reply.

“You look really beautiful.”

He cringes. That wasn’t what he meant to say. He truly meant it though. A stunning, purple dress hugs Y/N’s figure, the lace wrapping around her collarbone. Subtle, golden makeup shines under the light. To Eddie, she looks ethereal. He’s smitten, and he’s worried he may have just blown it. Then he hears her laugh.

“You’re too sweet,” the music changes, and ‘Like a Virgin’ begins to play. She reaches out her hand, “come on, I love this song.”

Eddie’s still in shock, as the girl takes his arm and drags him to the centre of the gym, lip syncing along to the lyrics. She takes both his hands in hers and moves them back and forth. Eddie tries to keep his focus on her, not wanting to lose a second of their time together. But he can’t help to look around, nervous and on edge. Y/N leans close so he can hear her.

“He’s not here.” Eddie looks confused. “My boyfriend? We got into a huge fight earlier and he left.”

He’s unsure how to respond. He can tell she’s trying to hide the hurt, a tight-lipped smile and eyes glossy. Her boyfriend’s a dick, sure, but Eddie knows what relationships can do to a person. Though it pains him to think of her having to go through anything like that. Instead, he changes the subject.

“So you like Madonna?”

She shrugs. “Well yeah, everyone does. But I’m more into hardcore stuff,” Eddie holds his breath. “You know, bands like Metallica and Black Sabbath.”

Of course he knew what she meant. But it was still hard to process. The head cheerleader, who wore bright colours and was the embodiment of sunshine and flowers, is a metalhead. He hardly notices the song change once more to a slow melody, as she rests her arms atop his shoulders, and his wrap instinctively around her waist.

“Actually, now that I mention it. Iron Maiden are doing a show this Friday. I’ve got two tickets and no one to go with. I was wondering if you-“

“Yes.”

Y/N is taken aback once more by Eddie’s abrupt response but smiles none the less. He shakes his head, a blush forming on his cheeks.

“I mean,” he clears his throat, “I’ll have to check my schedule because you know, I’m a busy guy,” a complete untruth, “but yeah, that’d be really cool.”

She smiles wider and looks down at Eddie’s lips. She looks into his eyes, asking for permission, to which he nods. The pair lean in, eyes closing.

“Eddie,” she whispers.

“yeah?”

“Eddie, wake up.”

He opens his eyes slightly, seeing you staring back at him.

“What?”

“Eddie, you need to wake up now.”

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He gasps and sits up straight, finding himself in bed. He looks around and sees his uncle looking over him, dressed in work clothes. “You overslept again. Can’t keep missing school if you wanna finally graduate.” He shakes his head and walks out, leaving Eddie alone, replaying the vivid dream over and over.

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himbopatrol · 8 months

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Cherry Bomb // a Steve Harrington Love Story

Danny Henderson, looks like a punk, can be found at any underage disco. Snorts when she laughs, mom doesn't know she sneaks out, loves her little brother and will defend him with her life, when the song tarzan boy comes out in April of 85' it will become her favorite song, but don't tell anyone. "You look like you just rolled out of bed" "I did" Has a bad habit of smoking that she tries to keep secret from Dustin, but ultimately fails. Is a "cool girl" but also gets her face smashed into a locker, don't worry the smasher will have their head down a flushing toilet by next period. Get's straight A's, and is a star softball player. Oh, and is hopelessly, desperately, disgustingly, head over heels in love with Steve Harrington.

Moments in time and space usually between Danielle "Danny" Henderson and Steve Harrington

originally posted here

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!OC

Warnings: smut (eventual), sexual tension, lots of swearing, some stereotypical rude 80s teens, typical stranger things blood/gore, sloooooow buuurrrrnnn, i don't proofread

Minors Do Not Interact!

A slow work in progress, thank you for your support and patience. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven Below // word count 3,230

Saturday, May 18th, 1985. Evening of the Hawkins High Class of ‘85 Prom

“Prom is stupid anyway Nance,” Danny complained, tossing one of Nancy’s teddy bears in the air. Nancy sat at her desk, completing summer job applications.

“I think it’s sweet,” Nancy spoke softly, clearly concentrating on her writing.

“It’s just a toxic social construct for teens to dress in ugly dresses, cry over dumb boys, and feel like their high school lives ever mattered,” Danny continued.

“I think you’re projecting,” Nancy could hear the smile in Nancy’s voice.

“I obviously don’t know what you’re talking about,” Danny rolled her eyes.

“Mhm,” Nancy hummed.

Danny held the teddy bear, her head turning to wear Nancy sat, “What?”

“Nothing,” Nancy smiled down at her paper.

“Don’t “nothing” me, what?” Danny was growing impatient.

“What about Steve?”

“Steve Harrington?” Danny asked, as if she didn’t spend every minute she could with him.

“Yes Steve Harrington ,” Nancy retorted.

“What about him?” Danny sneered.

“Why don’t you go with him, pretty sure he doesn’t have a date yet,” Nancy shrugged.

Danny sat up quickly, tossing the teddy bear aside. “I’m not going to prom with Steve Harrington, that is such a heinous idea,” Danny gagged.

“You like him,” Nancy smiled gently as she looked briefly over her shoulder at Danny.

“No I don’t! No way Nance! That’s disgusting, he’s just a friend,” Danny exclaimed.

“Does he know that?” Nancy asked, returning to her job applications.

“Of course he does! There is nothing between us, nada, not a spark, nothing.”

“Okay,” Nancy held the note. “Remind me, has he had any girlfriends since we broke up, maybe even a one night stand?”

“No,” Danny answered. “I mean not that I know of. What’s your point?” Danny asked curiously, walking towards Nancy, hand resting on the back of her chair.

“It’s obvious isn’t it?” Nancy asked, turning to face Danny.

“No, it isn’t obvious,” Danny shook her head.

Nancy rolled her eyes, “Steve likes you, he probably didn’t ask you to prom because he didn’t want you to say no.”

“He does not like me, trust me,” Danny held her hands up in defense. “Besides you only broke up last semester, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Oh who cares?” Nancy waved her hand. “And yes he does, it’s so obvious, he just makes you nervous, that’s probably why he didn’t jump your bones the second we broke up.”

“Nance,” Danny said softly, looking down at her socks.

“It’s fine Danny,” Nancy placed a hand on top of hers. “I really don’t care, you’re cute together anyway,” Nancy smiled.

“I-I…I do like him,” Danny confessed, unable to look at Nancy.

“It’s alright,” Nancy reassured.

“No Nance, ‘cause I’ve liked him for a long time, since like middle school,” Danny spoke in a whisper.

“Why didn't you ever say anything?”

“Because he was never nice to us then, that would have been lame of me, to do that to us,” Danny replied. This time Nancy averted her eyes. “Not that it was lame when you started dating him! Shit, sorry, I take that back.”

“No it’s okay, you’re right, I guess he just charmed me,” Nancy giggled. “I wish you had told me sooner, I wouldn’t have gotten in the way.”

“You were never in the way,” Danny replied desperately.

“Steve is an idiot for not asking you to prom, though I still think you should go,” Nancy smiled.

“You’re not going,” Danny protested.

“No, I’ll go next year, Jonathan wanted to have our own date night tonight,” Nancy replied.

“Steve’s like my only friend that will be there, it’ll be such a drag,” Danny whined. “I really don’t think he likes me, I mean I wish he did…even if he does, it’s just a crush, there’s just no way he’d want to actually be with me.”

“I suppose one of these days he’ll just have to prove you wrong,” Nancy reassured.

“Thanks Nance,” Danny smiled at her friend. “You’re sweet, I’m gonna get out of your hair, let you get on with that date,” Danny winked.

“Bye Danny,” Nancy hugged her tight.

Danny’s palm swept a tear away that threatened to fall down her hot cheeks. She took deep breaths as she managed to drive back to her house. Her head was pounding with thoughts, her stomach turning. Choking back sobs she thought of Steve. He thought how better he would make her feel, while at the same time, torturing her with his ever so loving presence. She thought of Eddie telling her how Steve had obviously liked her since freshman year. She thought about Nancy. Nancy thinking she should still go to the prom. Danny hadn’t been to the prom last year, she thought she could lie to herself about not wanting to go. But she did. She wanted to wear a dress, put on uncomfortable heels and chunky jewelry, while Steve held her tight as they danced to Cyndi Lauper and The Police. She would hope that they would play I Melt With You or Total Eclipse of the Heart. She would hope that Steve would kiss her, hold her breath until he did. Taking a deep breath, Danny pulled into her driveway. Her mom was away for the weekend and Dustin was having a sleepover. Great, alone with my thoughts, just what I wanted, Danny sighed, her shoulders falling as she walked to her front door.

“Danny!” A voice shouted. Danny’s ears perked up, her eyes widening slightly, her hand gripping the door knob. Danny’s head tilted opposite of the clear voice. Go away, Danny silently pleaded. “Danny!” His voice came again, crystal clear.

Steve came running up Danny’s driveway, out of breath, stopping to rest his hands on his knees. Danny finally turned. Steve was in a suit, a simple black suit, a powder blue dress shirt underneath, his Nikes, with no tie. His hair looked like it had been done, but ruined from the running. “What are you doing here Steve?” Danny asked, she didn’t mean to sound so irritated. “Did you run here?” Her voice softened.

“My car broke down,” Steve panted.

“So did you need a ride to your car?” Danny questioned, placing a hand on her hip.

Steve stood, his eyebrows furrowed, “Need a ri–what? No. Give me your keys,” Steve held out his hand.

“Why?”

“So I can take you to prom,” Steve answered like this was pre-arranged and agreed upon.

“W-what?” Danny stepped back.

“C’mon, I wanna dance with you, I’ve already got our tickets,” Steve continued.

“I-I, I can’t wear this,” Danny whined, glancing down at her jeans and t-shirt.

Steve stepped closer, “I don’t mind, go change if you wan–are you crying?” Steve tilted his head slightly.

“What? No–” Danny stepped back again, tripping on the step before Steve caught her.

“Careful. Are you okay?” He questioned again.

“I’m fine Steve,” Danny knitted her eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” Steve pressed, stepping dangerously close to Danny, pushing her towards the door. Her chest pressed against his torso.

“Steve, I am fine, drop it,” Danny warned through gritted teeth. Steve looked down at her, concern flooding his puppy dog eyes. His eyes flickered, his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip briefly.

“Tell me later okay? Please?” Steve asked.

“Fine,” Danny sighed. “I have to change,” Danny whispered.

“Really?” Steve cracked a smile, eager to see what she’d change into. Danny’s hand fumbled around until she found the door knob again and flung it open behind her, making her and Steve practically fall in.

Danny wished her mom was home, she would have been so excited. She’d be able to do her hair and makeup, give her hugs and kisses of pure joy. Now she wished she had listened to Nancy, a friend, to help her get ready. Danny dug deep into her closet, knowing it was there somewhere. Danny leaned forward, ducking her head to see the skirt part hanging. She grabbed the black dress and yanked it out of the closet causing a few other articles of clothing to go flying. Danny held the dress up in triumph and admiration.

Danny and Nancy had gone Christmas shopping with each other and of course Nancy convinced Danny to buy the dress.

I’m never gonna wear it, Nance.

Yeah, but when you do you’re gonna be a total knockout.

Should I come with a warning then?

You already come with a warning. C’mon Danny, get yourself something nice.

It is pretty.

The dress was black velvet, strapless with a hard straight neckline, the waist scrunched billowed just a tad, to accentuate the waist. The fabric fell just above her knees. Danny laid the dress out on her unmade bed, padding it down. Rushing into her bathroom, Danny plugged in her hair dryer and got to work on some purple eyeshadow and her darkest eyeliner.

With her hair fluffed and makeup down, she squeezed into some old tights and pulled the dress up. The fabric clung to her body like it’s life depended on it, pushing her tits up, Danny hooked some chunky silver earrings on and tugged on some black heels with a matching silver piece on each tip. Next were some bracelets and rings along with one final shake of the hair. Danny trotted out of her room, smoothing down her dress.

“Okay,” she said simply, announcing herself.

Steve had been patiently waiting on the couch, attempting to fix his own hair. He quickly stood when he heard Danny, turning on his heel to face her. Steve felt his heart skip a beat, his breath hitching. He had never seen Danny so dressed up, his eyes widened even more after looking her up and down. Clocking the few inches gained from her heels, the small rip in her stockings, her boobies pushed up and on display, her exposed neck and collarbones, her gorgeous red lips, her precise makeup, and blown out hair.

“Shit,” Steve coughed.

“What?” Danny asked, concern falling on her face, pressing her lips.

“You look gorgeous,” Steve breathed out, chest falling from holding his breath.

“Really?” Danny blushed.

“Totally Danny, you are gorgeous,” Steve answered. “You know that,” Steve sighed into a small, desperate smile.

Danny hopped over next to him, tossing her keys to him. “Well you don’t look too bad yourself, stud,” her shoulder nudged him.

“C’mon,” Steve snaked his arm around her waist, his hand resting dangerously low as he walked her out the door.

The two seniors arrived at the door to the gymnasium, the sun having finally set, the stars beginning to twinkle in the night sky. Steve handed the girl at the foldable table the tickets that he had purchased at some point with a charming smile. He kept his arm around her waist, tight and secure. As they entered the overly decorated gymnasium they were greeted with some stairs from far too many people.

Quite a few of Steve’s ex flings were gawking at the pair. Tommy H. and Carol were staring in their direction as well, Tommy visibly annoyed, with Carol wide eyed next to him. From behind them was Billy Hargrove, who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but there. Both Steve and Danny came to a silent realization they had no friends here. No Nancy, no Eddie, no Jonathan. A depressing realization that they only had each other here, a nice thought, but a hollowing one as well. A thought that came with: they were totally lame.

“Punch?” Steve finally asked, after taking in the ambiance.

“Yeah, sure,” Danny spoke softly, softer than her usual rasp.

“Kay, be right back,” Steve reluctantly let his hand slide away.

Tammy Thompson soon replaced Steve’s space. “Hi,” she grinned.

Danny shifted her feet, the heels clicking on the waxed wood floors, “Hi Tammy.” Danny avoided her eyes, assuming the worst.

“Um, I wanted to say sorry,” Tammy said. Danny whipped her head towards her.

“Sorry for what?”

“Sorry for being such a mess at the party, and ya’ know, taking Steve away from you, that wasn’t very nice of me,” Tammy hung her head, fiddling with her fingers.

“Oh,” Danny was taken back by the statement. “Oh that’s okay Tammy, you don’t need to be sorry about that,” Danny placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Glad to see you’re finally going out,” Tammy smiled.

“Oh we’re not going out.”

Tammy raised an eyebrow at her, “But you’re here together.”

“Yeah, as friends,” Danny answered.

“Right,” Tammy gave her an awkward nod. “Okay, well have fun Danny.”

“You too,” Danny smiled back, Tammy left her standing alone.

Danny had only ever gone to the occasional Homecoming dance with friends, never a date. Danny wasn’t used to any of this, and graduation was literally around the corner. She stared around at the hoards of people. Some of them dancing, some hidden in the corner, huddled in groups, gossiping, laughing. So much makeup, sparkly clothes, and hairspray. Danny couldn’t hide a small smile. This was fun. Danny enjoyed watching all of her classmates having fun, enjoying their last moments of high school together. Despite Danny standing alone, despite always feeling alone while standing around her peers, she didn’t feel here. Sure, she was physically standing alone and was a typical outcast. But at that moment, she didn’t feel alone. She peered over to where the punchbowl had been set up. Steve stood there talking with some girls, three of them, juniors, clearly swooning over him. Steve held two small cups in one hand, his other in his pocket. He was smiling at them, and they smiled back, nodding along with what he was saying. Steve motioned his head towards Danny with a shy and blushing smile. The three girls all giggled and glanced over at Danny, giving her sweet smiles. Danny looked away quickly as Steve turned around.

“Here you go,” Steve slid up to Danny, holding out the plastic cup filled with red liquid.

“Thanks,” Danny nodded with a blush. She took a sip and grimaced.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, “What? Is it bad?” Steve sniffed his own and winced.

“Someone spiked the punch with the nastiest vodka I have ever tasted,” Danny frowned, she took another sniff, “and mouthwash? What the actual fuck?”

Steve sniffed again and took a gulp, his eyes squeezed shut and he shook his head, his tongue sticking out, making Danny laugh, “I don’t know why I even tasted it, that’s disgusting,” Steve coughed. He grabbed her cup and tossed both into a nearby trash can. “Sorry,” Steve wiped his hands on his pants.

“No need to be sorry,” Danny smiled, “unless you were the one to spike it,” Danny laughed.

“My taste isn’t that bad,” Steve smiled. “So are you gonna tell me what happened?” Danny gave Steve a quizzical look. “From earlier, when I came to your house,” Steve explained.

“Oh um, it’s nothing Steve,” Danny shook her head. “Don’t worry about it,” she smiled.

“Danny you were crying, of course I’m going to worry about it, c’mon,” Steve pushed.

“I guess I’m just feeling sentimental is all. I mean what the hell are we going to do? We’re graduating, it just feels so unreal, ya’ know?” Danny had been thinking about that, but she knew that's not why she was crying.

“I know, isn't that wild? I can’t believe it, I remember the first day of kindergarten like it was yesterday and now, I’m out. We’re out,” Steve smiled at Danny.

“I’m pissed that Eddie didn’t get his shit together enough to graduate,” Danny grumbled.

Steve looked down at Danny. “Sorry Eddie isn’t here,” Steve shoved his hands into his pocket.

“What?” Danny tilted her head towards Steve.

“He’s your friend, it’s a bummer to not have your friend here. You’re like my only friend my age, as sad as that sounds,” Steve chuckled.

“Oh well, that’s okay Steve, Eddie would be a bummer here anyway. Besides, I’m here with you, and that’s all I could ask for,” Danny smiled.

“Really?” Steve blushed, head perking up.

“Of course.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask you to prom sooner. I really wanted to, I just didn’t know how,” Steve spoke softly, just for Danny to hear. He took a long pause, “That’s what I really wanted to ask you, when I came by your practice the other day. No-not if you needed a ride, but if you wanted to go to prom, like as my date,” Steve was turning beet red.

Danny could feel her ears burning, “We’re here now,” Danny whispered, staring at her feet.

Steve stared at her, she could feel his eyes burning into her. “I’m so sorry Danny,” Steve pinched his nose, Danny could see tears swelling.

“What? What for?” Danny questioned.

“I’m sorry that I was so mean to you for so many years, you’re like the best person in the world. And I-I was so mean, I don’t know why you even hang out with me,” Steve let out a heavy sigh, a small tear dripping down his red cheek. “I want to be good for you, I want to make it up, you didn’t deserve it,” Steve whispered.

“Steve, there's nothing to make up for,” Danny placed a hand on his arm, his breath hitched at the touch. “I-I’ve never held any of it against you, I knew that wasn’t you.”

“But it was,” Steve let out a choked, brief sob. “It was me. I was an asshole, and I don’t know what you see in me,” Steve’s voice cracked. “Because, because I know what I see in you Danny.”

“I see you Steve, I see you. You are the most giving and kind person. You have the biggest heart, bigger than mine, or anyones. And I saw it, before now, before middle school. You were always nice to me when we were little. In first grade you held my hand when I fell and scraped my knee, you told me to hold on, to take your hand, that our teacher would be there soon and you were going to make sure I was okay. In third grade you always held the door open for me and talked to me when no one else would. In fifth grade you made sure Stan Cooper and Alex Wilson didn’t bother me after the one time they did. You even slipped up on occasion in middle school, you took the fault when I was skipping class. You’ve always been good Steve Harrington, you were just gone for a little while, that’s all,” the tears threatened to fall, but Danny kept them in the best she could. Steve stared at her in awe. Danny stared back. “Now, do you wanna go dance or not Harrington,” Danny smiled, sniffling.

“Yes, I do, I want to dance,” Steve straightened himself up.

“Well come on then,” Danny held out her hand, which Steve gladly took.

The night was spent in each other's arms, dancing to cheesy love ballads and new wave hits. Steve and Danny might as well have been the only two people in the Hawkins High School gymnasium. With their shoes flung off somewhere unknown to them, they jumped, danced, and laughed. Singing loudly to the lyrics of songs they loved and barely knew. Forgetting everything in the outside world. Just them, alone and happy.

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hccn-overseer · 1 year

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Issue 3, 4/29/2023 - The Overseer

Issue Masterpost About the Overseer

This week's news is once again accompanied by a PDF version of your latest news brought to us once again by the lovely Cheer! Pick it up right here for your viewing pleasure!

The Hermitcitizen Hub seems to have tapered off growth right around 640 citizens, but we may have jinxed it, please keep us up to date. This week, a new set of roles has been added so you can let your fellow citizens know if you can be pinged! New rules have been added for your comfort, safety, and pleasure, so ensure you go check those out! Mod applications are still open, and ModMail has been added so you can contact existing Mods easier. On to the news!

We are gathered here today due to the passing of Sirius_Buisness. It led a long and wonderful life. The cause of death was Geminislay. While it was surprising, it was not shocking. While it worked for The Overseer it was fought over, with many of the Newspaper Club declaring their love and fighting for who was Sirius’ favourite. Sirius mentioned that its list of favourite people were in order: People who bribed it, Newspaper Club, and then everyone else. It started after the fall of the court, a Gardening Club in which it grew Anemone and Sampaguita. The deceased is survived by The Overseer and the Gardening Club. The Overseer asks the readers to please give Sirius’s family and friends some peace at the moment.

The deceased asks for you to bring 12 shulker boxes of Sampaguita to The Crastle. Donations of customised socks with its face printed on them and one pair with a photo of King Ren when he was asleep and looked silly would be greatly appreciated. The more socks, the merrier. Donations of clicky pens and diamonds would be greatly appreciated at The Overseer. Sirius’ debt collector has been told to go to the Gardening Club and ask for Tulips.

The readers are reminded that at Sirius’ funeral, there will be jousting to determine who will get to marry Sirius once it decides to make its return. Please remember to bring your anvil protection gear and/or your anvils. To remember it, we ask that you wear neon colours.

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By Roo

The affiliate guilds of the Hermitcitizen Hub have been busy, discussing important things, pranking anyone who crosses their path, and just plain chilling and drinking tea! So, without further ado, let’s take a look at what they’re up to!

Bdoubleo: He's just a little guy!! They’ve been discussing their favorite silly moments (as they should).

Cubfan135: Apparently it’s 1,508 days since fletching table functionality was promised. Mojang, for your safety and ours, please listen to the Cub affiliates. They are right.

Docm77: I think we should be concerned. They’ve decided that instead of making a union or merch, they’re just going to replace all redstone diamonds with magenta glazed terracotta. Please steer clear of the perimeter if you’re the sort to blindly follow directions.

EthosLab: The only reason anyone goes to his area is to check on the dolphins.

FalseSymmetry: They're excited for False, Ren, Scar X, and Joe Hills to be playin some No Man's Sky together! Sounds like a blast. (Please tell us we're funny. We're unpaid interns, we take anything we can get.)

GoodTimesWithScar: Someone hired a charged creeper. Please. Again, for your safety and ours, a charged creeper is not a good employee.

Grian: The Rift tastes like grape juice, battery acid, wasabi peas, and has the texture of stale Cheerios. No, don’t ask how they found that out. Yes, The Rift is right down there if you want to pop down a medical services tent. The Fixer team is also experimenting with ways to play Just Dance and DDR on Grumbot’s monitor! Bribes are in order, including the promise of letting Grumbot control the difficulty of dance. Join in at your own risk.

ImpulseSv: They had a lovely stream watch party!! And discussed falling off of walkways?? Hi, Minecraft, OSHA called, they’d like to schedule a tour for no reason whatsoever.

Iskall85: Hallo.

Joehills: Affirmative nodding. Yes. Joe Hills indeed.

Keralis: Keralis has a hype squad now! That’s awesome, ngl. :)

Mumbo Jumbo: Mango Jumbo. The sus has returned. They’re still talking about redstone. I got scared even looking in the channel.

Pearlescentmoon: She <3!!!! (got squished in a hydraulic press)

Rendog: I can see the founding of the King’s court. This will surely lead to good and not suing the former king. Surely.

Vintagebeef: They’re just chilling! Chillin’ ‘n chatting, how lovely.

Welsknight: They’re going to make a Wels scrapbook! Drawings, anything he’s dropped in the past week, screenshots of the man himself, the hydraulic press that squished him (yes he got squished too).

Xisumavoid: Frenchsumavoid. Need we say more.

Zedaph: According to a scientist, there is a 31% chance that the reason you randomly think of Zedaph out of nowhere is because of a phenomenon known as mind control.

Zombiecleo: They’re discussing Cleo’s TCG tournaments. All is well.

Recap affiliates: How’d they get into reporting?? Oh, that sounds right up our alley. Maybe the newspaper should hire more recap reporters. We already have a couple, but hey, what’s a couple more?

Other affiliates: Most are homeless or live in the shopping district. Living in the shopping district, I must say, is a horrible idea. Warden attacks are many and days without accidents are zero.

If you do not see an affiliate channel on here, it is simply because nobody was active in the past two weeks, or that activity was simply claiming the first message.

Weekly Weather Report

By Virtual Note: Rainy has been kidnapped for the foreseeable future. Unfortunately, we don’t have the funding to pay their ransom. We wish them the best of luck on escaping.

Thursday - SUNNY, 25% chance of being challenged to a TCG match in the shopping district. Citizens are advised to bring their best decks.

Friday - WINDY, Citizens working in high areas should be wary of strong gusts. Elytra flight may be difficult to control.

Saturday - CLOUDY, GeminiTay sightings expected around Spawn Town between 1PM - 3PM (GMT). Duels are sure to follow.

Sunday - RAIN, Light showers anticipated across the server, followed by periods of clear skies. Carrying an umbrella is recommended.

Monday - STORMS, 95% chance of Bdubs sleeping before the storm gets serious. Expect clear skies by 10AM (GMT).

Tuesday - SUNNY, Fireworks expected around the Crastle between 6PM - 9PM (GMT). Avoid flying directly above the area during this time.

Wednesday - CLOUDY, 45% chance of HotGuy strikes. Note that clouds may make it more difficult to spot the vigilante from a distance.

Astrology Corner

By Winter

Have you been feeling without guidance? Do you look at your birthday and look up your star sign and wonder, “Will I get challenged by Geminitay?????” “Will I get to choose whether my horoscope will be weird?” Don’t worry, here at The Overseer, we can help you.*

Aries: You will attend a very sirius funeral :) Flip a TCG token to decide whether you will attend in a clown costume.

Taurus: You will attend to a Red Carnation which was sent to you.

Gemini: You will start a successful business. That business teaches first aid.

Cancer: Understand that once upon reading this you will be challenged by GeminiSlay to a battle. Send regrets to loved ones and respond in two-three business days.

Leo: You will become mortal enemies with the Decked Out Crew.

Virgo: You will follow a Joe Hills Tutorial on how to win a beauty contest.

Libra: You will learn how to become a babysitter.

Scorpio: On Thursday at 3:21 PM you will run into a new friend or foe, only time will tell

Sagittarius: You will provide a meditation class to combat Etho’s washed up allegations.

Capricorn: Congrats. You get to do Bungee Jumping in the Spaghetti IF you are born on the odd days of the month.

Aquarius: You will adopt something. Ask a friend for advice and whether they consent to being adopted.

Pisces: Someone you used to know will meet you in the most unexpected place. Whether it is a good or bad thing will be up to you.

All star signs: Don’t worry, you are not being watched… yet.

*Ignore how blatantly specific these are. Nothing bad will happen to you.

META REPORT: BOOMING BOOMERS!

By Arsène

After covering the top of the top, we move into a deck that (in my opinion) is just as strong, but hasn’t gone around too much. The Booming Boomers, as I’ve decided to call them, is a high-paced aggro deck focused around getting your hermits on the board and setting up a strong sweeping Impulse ® to Boomer his way through the competition! The deck certainly has other options, with the amount of extra cards it runs to mill* quickly.

*For people who do not play card games a lot, I will sometimes use terms common in other games. Milling refers to the act of quickly drawing through your deck through cards that discard cards and let you draw more. In the case of this deck, our mill cards are Fishing Rod and Flint & Steel.

DECK LIST ( ® denotes a rare version of the card in the case of hermits)

Tango ® x2

Tango x3

Impulse ® x3

Milk Bucket x1

Water Bucket x1

Diamond Armor x3

Looting x1

Bow x1

Flint & Steel x3

Fishing Rod x3

Instant Health II x3

Double Farm x1

Farm x7

Double Redstone x2

Redstone x8

PLAYING THE DECK

Like stated above, this deck is aggro and looks to set up Impulse ® with a double redstone and two Tangos on board to start using Boomer, dealing 70 damage baseline and +40 for each of the Tangos with him, up to a bonus of 80 damage. 150 damage a turn is enough to two-shot every single Hermit in the game currently. Enabling this strategy is the copies of Flnit & Steel and Fishing Rod letting you look through your deck quickly. Fishing Rod is fairly straight forward to use, with the two cards being put in without any downsides, but Flint & Steel is a bit harder, so let’s talk about using this optimally.

Flint & Steel discards your hand and allows you to draw three cards to replace this. Using this is a last case scenario, so be smart with how you use it. Do NOT use Flint & Steel if you’re going to discard Hermits while you do not have your setup on board. Once you have an Impulse ® plus any two Tangos on board, make sure you have enough items to stock up Impulse to get to Boomer. If you do not have any of the Hermits you need to set up on board, Flint & Steel becomes a priority card, as milling your hand to find them allows you to set up and sweep.

As usual, this deck has a few floater cards that can easily be swapped out for others. Both Buckets, Bow, and Looting can all be swapped out for any other active effects. Try not to grab anymore equipment cards, since your goal is to keep Impulse ® on board doing damage as much as he can, and the Diamond Armors do a great job of this. Alongside well-timed Instant Health Potions, Impulse can stay on the board for a long time with a Diamond Armor. I like holding onto one copy of the Bow because very often, an enemy can switch if a Hermit is in kill-range of a Boomer, and Bow is very often enough to kill most Hermits after one or two attacks. It also synergizes very well with the back-up plan of this deck, Tango ® and Extra Flee.

The big thing to keep in mind with this deck are your win conditions. Find Impulse ®, find any Tangos possible, equip Impulse ® to Boomer and start swinging. Start slamming items on Tango ® as a backup just in case. With the right draw and a strong start, you can quickly end a game by knocking out all Hermits on your opponent’s board before they can draw any more.

Play fast, play quick, play deadly.

That’s all for the Booming Boomers! As always, good luck players, and may you forever draw your Impulses on turn one!

Lost and Found

By Virtual

To the representative interested in claiming “Peekaboo” from last week’s Lost and Found, please meet Paint by Wings & Things in the shopping district. They will be carrying a purple shulker box and three diamonds. We will happily provide any necessary assistance to get “Peekaboo” off our hands.

The following items were collected from across the server over the past week. If you would like to report an item missing, or if you recognize any of the below items as your own, please contact us at [email protected]*

*not a real email address

Item 1: A pufferfish in a bucket named “Charles,” found in the bushes behind Twinkly Trash. Though several people have expressed interest in adopting Charles, we are making an effort to find his original owner. The fish has been temporarily relocated to an impromptu fish tank inside the Overseer offices. The tank is already being used as a desk. If Charles belongs to you, please come pick him up. He misses you.

Item 2: A piece of bedrock, found in the screeching crevice. The item was delivered to the Overseer offices late last week after a resident of Grumbot’s cave found it in the screeching crevice. The item appears to be bedrock, aside from the fact that it can be held in the palm of a player without incident. Though the bedrock is most likely fake, the implications of its existence have sparked more than one crisis in the citizens who beheld it. If it belongs to you, please collect it, and consider destroying it.

Item 3: A dusty book written in galactic, found within the bowels of Joe Hills’ pinball machine. Joe Hills, when confronted with the book, denied any ownership of the item. When translated, the book appeared to contain a list of horoscopes stretching for the next several years. Each horoscope was highly specific, to the point of being disturbing for our translator, who refused to interpret past a prediction for Libra set three weeks from the writing of this article. If the book is yours, please reach out to collect it. If you do not own the book, but can translate galactic, we encourage you to try reading a few passages for scientific purposes.

Item 4: A collection of fourteen chests in minecarts, found abandoned in the woods surrounding Scarland. The minecart chests were found when a Scarland employee tripped over them on their way to work. Despite this area of the woods being clear the previous day, the minecarts were sunk half into the ground and covered in vegetation, as though they had been slowly buried over the course of several years. Within the chests were three clocks, a diamond hoe, thirteen stacks of cobblestone, and four blocks of red concrete powder. All efforts to remove the minecarts from their half-sunken state have failed. If this chest monster belongs to you, please collect it in the woods behind Scarland Castle.

Item 5: A red shulker box stained with a rusty brown substance, found washed up on the shore near Grian’s base. The box appeared two Fridays ago and was dropped at our office door by someone claiming to be one of Grian’s employees. The player vehemently insisted it not be thrown out before vanishing as quickly as they appeared. When opened, the box smelled faintly of seawater and contained several red corals, all stained with the same brown substance as the shulker’s exterior. The stain spreads to anything the box is placed on and smells faintly of rust. When collecting this item, we suggest bringing a pair of thick gloves and perhaps a face mask.

Ask the Seers

By Seers Jester, S, Vi, and Nes

Has your favourite little guy been put into a situation they can’t get out of? Do you have questions about how a mountain appeared on top of your house last night? Question no more, for The Seers are here to help! Questions can be submitted through the ask box and are collected throughout the week.

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Dear Seers, Hello! I keep finding myself waking up from a daze in random places and almost exploding! Is there any possible way to stop this from happening? - :D

Hello, dear smiley face. It seems I have the honour of answering your question today. Tying yourself in your bed is a highly recommended idea, as is simply finding someone who will accompany you at all times of the day. Looking for wither roses in a tavern will let you meet many who are interested in such jobs, as long as there is payment on the table. You may, also, simply try not being in a daze. I have heard that a well-timed swim in a cold river could wake up even the sleepiest of beasts. - The Seers

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Dear Seers, How do you fill up someone's walls with TNT and make the said TNT not explode their house just give them a little scare? - Avoiding Property Damage

Hi, Avoiding Property Damage! You have three options here! First and foremost, have the TNT explode in a block of water so it doesn’t cause any damage to the blocks around it. This can be down in many different ways, but I suggest the ol’ single block stream of water method. Downside is unless if you’re present you can only realistically do 1 piece of TNT this way, due to all TNT having to be lit at once. Option two, ignore the walls go down under! By digging 5-7 blocks below the persons base and placing TNT you can get the full effect of how ever many TNT you want with minimal damage. However, it is possible for the TNT to push one another up into the floor causing a lot of damage. Option 3, ditch the TNT! Shriekers are your safest bet, as they cause just as loud of a noise with zero risk of property damage. However, they do cause a risk to your safety due to the method of collecting them. For legal reasons The Seers would like to clarify that it is not responsible for any property damage caused due to someone following our advice. Have fun! - The Seers

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Dear Seers, I had the most AWFUL day at spawn :(((( somebody set glitter traps EVERYWHERE and I got caught in what feels like at least twelve of them!!!! Do any of the Seer have advice to get rid of glitter? The glue is making it really hard to get rid of! And any idea whose fault this is? - The Very Sparkley, Not Vampire

Hello Not Vampire, hopefully I can be if some assistance, Hmm, I wonder if there’s a glitter related Zedvancement somewhere in the archives that could be of use… I’ll have to get back to you on that. In the meantime, step one is to figure out what type of glitter and glue is in use. I’m talking metallic, plastic, or biodegradable glitter, glue of the washable, super, or hot variety? Step two is to then design a contraption to remove both the glitter and the glue. I personally would suggest a shower or either water or acetone (depending on the type of adhesive) alongside an apparatus for removing the particles. Perhaps some sort of full body lint roller? Now that I think about it, this would be quite the useful device, I’ll look through some records and workshop some blueprints and get back to you ok? - The Seers

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Dear Seers, I’m stuck in someones walls. How do I get out? - Does This Count As Breaking And Entering

Hello Does This Count As Breaking And Entering! I hope you like the walls you’ve become trapped in, because like Grian in S7 and S8, you now live in them! Can you get out? Yes, you can. Is if funnier if you just live there until you’re discovered? Also yes. I hope you’ve enjoyed this non-help! - The Seers

ADVERTISEMENTS

By Jamie

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Are you struggling with something and don't know what to do? Don't worry! Nika is here to help! From Potions to Decoration to Farms, any and all types of services are available. The price is up to negotiation! Nika Helps services are not responsible for any injuries that occur during or after the help process.

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UNLIKE the Scar Unsafe Services, we will help out around your base! The Scar Safety Service is here for all of our fellow citizens, and will ensure your home is safe from various mobs! All damages or scares committed by pranks and unknown vigilantes cannot currently be remedied by the Scar Safety Service, but experiments are ongoing.

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Do you have a name that can be shortened to Cal? What about Kal? Are you willing to grab one or perhaps pretend a little? The Cal-ition - a Coalition of Cals - is reaching out to any and all potential members among our cal-low citizens! If you'd like more information, simply contact your lo-Cal representatives. Regard-cal-ess of your interest, though, have a wonder-cal day!

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Bring your daisies and coriander to the Crastle this Friday to join in a brief mourning session for RenTheKing. He may have messed up our currency system, but he shall be missed.

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Fun and Games

This weeks fun and games are brought to you once again by Sirius, Morph, Virtual, and Azure! Unclear if Sirius created these before or after succumbing to the grave, but please remember to attend its funeral to honor its passing.

Word Search - By Sirius

Crossword - By Sirius

Coloring page - By Morph

Comic - By Virtual

Brain Teasers - By Azure In this game, there are four images of some sort and you need to figure out what each Brain Teaser is trying to say! For example, a brain teaser could be the word READ with lines above and below, and it would mean 'read between the lines'. Have fun!

And that’s all for this issue folks! Thank you so much for reading, and have a wonderful week!

#issue #hermitcitizen #pdf edition #hccn affilate happenings #hccn weather #hccn lost and found #hccn ask the seers #hccn advertisements #hccn fun and games

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Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day lovely! Thank you for all the positivity and love you share with the fandom every day! ❤️❤️❤️

Your writing is beautiful and I adore the way you write Nate, whether that’s with Yael or Susan. And your thoughts on astronomy are always wonderful to read 🥰

Questions for you, if you’d like to answer, for any OC!

What would they say was the best outfit they’d ever seen the other person wear?

What’s the most romantic thing they’ve done for their partner? (Bonus: how do each of them think the other person would answer that question?)

Hi sweet anon! Aw, thank you, you're so kind <333

What would they say was the best outfit they’d ever seen the other person wear?

It turns out I'm really bad with clothes, haha, but I'm giving this a try (kudos to all of you who think of elaborate outfits for your OCs and LIs, I greatly admire you)

Laura for Ava: Laura is partial to seeing Ava in a sports bra and sweatpants. Fortunately for her, Ava is always in for a sparring session, so she gets to see it quite often! (This art from crownleys that lives rent free in my head)

Gabi for Farah: Over the knee socks! What they're combined with doesn't matter that much. They're just the perfect combination of fun and sexy that fits Farah. Also, it lets Gabi appreciate Farah's legs! It are not quite over the knee socks, but this lovely art is what inspired this HC.

What’s the most romantic thing they’ve done for their partner?

This answer is subject to change, but as of now (end of B3), Yael would say that the most romantic thing she has done for Nate is rushing in to help him against the Anunnaki in the fight at the start of Book 3. Because of obvious reasons, she wouldn't tell Nate she thinks this. She suspects he would mention her adjusting her running schedule in order to run into him. As much as she tries to make it seem like a coincidence, she's quite sure he's caught on (he totally has). (In reality, he would say the first time she used a pet name for him.)

When thinking about romantic things Nate did for her, there are so many that come to mind. She would likely mention the mirror Nate got her for her room at the warehouse (from this fic). It shows he pays attention to her, to what she likes, and that he wants her to feel at home in this place that is also his.

#oc: gabi sousa #oc: laura kingston #oc: yael greene #these were fun to think about!#thank you for the ask and your sweet words <3

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hello :D, can i request for some headcanons about the boys with a mc who isn't great with showing their emotions so they knit them little gifts and plushies to show their appreciation? thank you very much!

Alpheratz: He is a little confused because he does not get presents a lot, and he also does not know what exactly to do with them either. Nonetheless, he is happy about it and says so. If you give him more presents though, you will need to help him organize his room better. Or at least convince someone to go furniture shopping (and building) with Alpheratz so he has a proper shelf to place them on.

Arcturus: You just created a children book story and there is nothing you can do about it now. He will ask you to knit together once in a while, but that is when he does not create 10 years worth of lore for each of the plushies with the most tragic backstories. Sometimes he will cry because of the tragic backstories he gave the plushies, which leads to him messaging you with: "I'm sad. Mr Fluffalot got betrayed by his step-sibling and he is now sad and got trust issues :("

Pollux: "Are plushies not just for kids?", he will ask, while clinging to the present with all his life force. Anyone wanting to touch it will have to rip it from his cold, dead hands. He admits to being a kid, he enjoys childish things like that and if anyone tries to judge him for it, he will defend your hobby with his life. Knitting takes more skill than most people have and the patience it takes would have frustrated him to destroy the world already. So if anyone dares to mock your hobby, he will fight. (He also re-enacts movie scenes when you give him two plushies.)

Sirius: He looks at you, then at the gift. Then he begins talking smoothly, with his tongue dipped in gold. Soon, you realize that the topic escalated, because now he tells you about long extinct animals of Bound Arlyn and how they presumably would be viewed in modern times. No longer does he pay any visual attention to you, gesturing in the air in front of him, so that he does not look at your present and draw your attention back to it. He successfully avoids accepting your presents for a month. And despite his claims that he would not enjoy it, he honors every present. Especially in the case of a plushie, he would keep it next to his bed and when he goes to bed, he longingly looks at it and wonders calmly: "Are you dreaming well, summoner?"

Spica: A simple "Thank you" would probably have been sufficient. But do not forget that this man is held to high standards and minimalism only suits him in decorative aspects. While observing the present closely, he comments about how amazing your craftmanship is and he will estimate how long it took you to finish this. Your effort is greatly appreciated and he will make sure to keep this safe. He might also drop all the knowledge he has about different types of wool. And dare to say that you never tried different types of wool, because he will get you all of them.

Vega: The man is too stunned to speak. He claims that he does not know where to put it, so he asks other sorcerers for ideas. You once walked in on him trying to choke Sirius with the plushie. If you ever make him a scarf or gloves, he will wear them for all seasons except summer. He will also attempt to knit you something in return, because unprompted gifts should be rewarded and he would feel as though he takes advantage of you if he does not make you smile in return. This will lead to one attempt of making socks, a few curses, and one successful scarf. He may be a sorcerer, but he is not familiar enough with magic to create THAT. He hopes you accept keychains in exchange.

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I posted 29,932 times in 2022

That's 3,970 more posts than 2021!

437 posts created (1%)

29,495 posts reblogged (99%)

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I tagged 4,554 of my posts in 2022

#rambling - 410 posts

#htn spoilers - 78 posts

#gtn spoilers - 59 posts

#alt text - 54 posts

#🧡 - 52 posts

#mcr - 37 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

August 24, 2022

There's a new recall that I would like to spread awareness of: Great Value Shredded Hashbrowns have been recalled for possible contamination with listeria. Listeria can cause food poisoning and flu-like symptoms in healthy adults, but it more commonly affects infants, pregnant people, senior citizens, and the immunocompromised. In these groups it can also lead to more severe infections including sepsis, meningitis, and encephalitis, and symptoms of listeriosis can appear up to 2 months after a contaminated food item has been consumed. This recall currently only includes 64 oz bags with the following date codes and UPC, but if you're seeing this on any date other than the one listed above please make sure to check if the recall has been expanded:

Description: Great Value 64 oz Frozen Shredded Hashbrowns

UPC: 7874215557

Dates: 7/25/2023, 7/26/2023, 9/14/2023

This recall hasn't yet been reported by the FDA and at the moment this information is only being communicated by email to people that Walmart has records of having ordered Great Value Frozen Hashbrowns within the past 6 months, so if people wouldn't mind reblogging to spread awareness (especially among disability and parenting circles) I would greatly appreciate it. The current direction from the company is to discard affected bags and request a refund from the store, but I would caution against accepting any compensatory gift cards from the store in addition to your refund because they may try to claim it as a settlement if you need to sue for medical bills or damages later on

7,606 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

Tips for dealing with below 0°F temperatures, for anyone who's not used to it and is now having to deal with it in this winter storm:

Tuck your shirt into your pants to prevent the cold from sneaking in

Put on a sweater or a hoodie over that, and then also wear a coat over that

Put on a beanie and then pull your hood up over that (BOTH hoods if you're wearing a hoodie instead of a sweater)

Wear a scarf underneath your coat hood. You want it to be kept as close to you as possible, and hopefully high enough that you can tuck your nose into it while walking outside

Wear solid pants like jeans, and put on tights, leggings, or (if you actually have any) long underwear underneath

Wear two pairs of socks—at least one of which is long socks—and tuck your leggings into those

Wear boots or some other thick shoe with good traction if you have any

GLOVES. Wear two pairs if you need to. I only have one pair and now my hands are my only weak point 😭

Try not to stay outside for too long if you can help it, frostbite and hypothermia are painful and very dangerous. When you're inside, make sure you're eating plenty of food and drinking plenty of water. Your body needs energy and hydration to fight off the cold. Stay safe out there everyone

20,636 notes - Posted December 23, 2022

The more I learn about judaism the more I wonder where tf christianity got all its bad shit. Why is divorce a sin in christianity when judaism has recognized the right to divorce for nearly a millennia and has codified religious laws for it. Why does christianity consider sex to be dirty (to the point where puritans considered it a sin to enjoy having sex with your own spouse) when in judaism it's considered holy and it's a literal mitzvah to have sex with your spouse on the sabbath. Why does christianity consider it a sign that you're faithless if you question your religion when in judaism that's considered an essential part to developing your faith. I'm probably stating the obvious here but I still can't get over the fact that there's no historical basis to any of this shit before christianity started, it's like christians just said "hey guys what if we took the torah and built a new religion around it but this time it was actively hostile to human life"

22,080 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

August 11, 2022

I just wanted to give everyone a heads up that 30+ brands of nutrition drinks including but not limited to Ensure, Pediasure, Glucerna, Oatly, and Premier Protein just got recalled for possible contamination with the bacteria that causes botulism, a paralytic toxin with a lethal dose of 1.3 nanograms. If you've purchased one of the affected lot numbers please return it to the store to be properly disposed of as a biohazard but do not accept any compensatory gift cards because that can be counted as a settlement if you need to file a lawsuit for any potential damages caused by this later on. If you have any questions regarding the recall there's a phone number listed in the article above that you can call, but if you believe you may have ingested toxins then please call your local poison control hotline. Stay safe

33,578 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Nail polish 2 hours after you apply it to your nails intentionally: oh no, a gust of air has lightly accosted me! I have been torn asunder and stricken from my resting place, I must leave this place at once!

Nail polish the millisecond you spill it on something accidentally: the essence of my being has been permanently bonded to this substance since the day I was born—atom to atom, body and soul. you could no sooner remove me from this wooden table than you could remove the ocean from its water

57,998 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #3 out of my 5 most popular posts this year were psa's 😅

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puppyluver256 · 2 years

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[Image Description: Two men dressed as Ness from Earthbound and Phoenix Wright from the Ace Attorney series. The first man (left) has medium tan skin, short fluffy brown hair, and blue eyes. He is wearing a red and blue baseball cap, a yellow and blue striped shirt, a yellow backpack with brown straps, blue shorts, and red and white tennis shoes with white socks. He is holding a baseball bat over his shoulder and has his free hand against his head, pointing upward. The second man (right) has brown skin, dark brown hair in a ponytail, and brown eyes. He is wearing a blue business suit with a white dress shirt and pale blue vest, a red necktie, a small golden lapel pin, and black polished dress shoes. He is pointing forward, his other hand on his hip, and has a determined expression while seemingly shouting something. End ID.]

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More Cantessy costumes with the Gym Leaders of Lexville! Now given their athletic theming I bet you guys expected them to have athletic-themed costumes, and well...you'd be half-right! Simon's was an easy pick because when I think "iconic character with a baseball bat", I think Ness. Helps that Simon's ace is also a psychic-type, hehe. As for Stewart...gonna be honest, the only basketball-themed costumes I could think of were Space Jam and I didn't really feel like drawing any Looney Tunes characters or irl ballers (closest I'm getting to any irl peeps is the previous one, and that's only because Colonel Hicks was already based on Colonel Sanders and I can't resist bringing up that dumb KFC dating sim). So I thought a bit more, and well...if the basketball thing doesn't work out professionally after Stewart leaves college, he's gotta have a backup, right? Wright? Yeah, his major is law, it totally isn't because Lucahjin's been playing Dual Destinies and thus I have that on the brain nooooo XD

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Pokemon and other related concepts © Nintendo/GameFreak Ness and other Earthbound/Mother concepts © Nintendo/Shigesato Itoi Phoenix Wright and other Ace Attorney concepts © CAPCOM Simon Lafayette, Stewart Hooper, and artwork © PuppyLuver Studios

#pokemon #pokemon trainer #cantessy region #gym leader simon #gym leader stewart #earthbound #ness #ace attorney #phoenix wright #halloween #jess drew the thing #sfw #image description

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sopfr3 · 2 years

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Hi, i hope doing good. Can i have an AoT and MHA match please 💐 First of all, I apologize for my English. I'm still practicing. I'm 18. I'm genderfluid, bisexual with male preference. I have long black wavy hair. I have thick black eyebrows, brown eyes. I always have rosy cheeks. My body is curvy with very big chest and little tummy. Also i'm 172 cm. I'm Libra, a infp. I always have poker face. Those who know me for the first time describe me as cold, quiet, and distant. I'm only close to two or three people. They describe me as cold, soft inside, calm, resourceful and knowledgeable. They say I make clever jokes and I'm the mom-friend. And i hate phsyical touch. My love language is words of affirmation. If I talk about myself, I've always been on my own. I have family problems, I was never close with my father. Even though we are side by side with my mother, we are distant. I'm just my own mom and dad. That's why I've always focused on academic achievement for salvation. And I'm very good at it. My hobbies are drawing, sewing, writing and researching, especially about mythology, cultures, history, fashion. I always wear my headphones and listen to music. I like silence, soft colors, being alone, indie/rock music flowers (especially honeysuckle), spring and breeze. I don't like crowds, noise, children, loud talkers and shiny things. I always wear colorful clothes with floral prints.Also i wear interesting earrings and different printed socks. I don't really have an ideal type. I love every person. I like the fact that there are different people.

hey man! your english is really good so there’s nothing to worry about :) also sorry it took a little bit for me to do this! i didn’t check my inbox lmaoo. tysm for requesting as well :D without further ado, i present to you.. your matches !!

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SHINSOU HITOSHI ☻

ugh this man is so freaking cool. he was drawn in by your cleverness at first, and then when he got to know you his feeling blossomed. he would definitely admire your drawings, would even let you draw on him if you asked🤭 LOVES your music. when he listens to music he will hand you one of his earbuds offering you to listen with him🥹 i need someone like this asap. greatly appreciates that you love silence as much as him.

would def make a playlist for the both of you guys while you’re on a date. you guys just chilling at either of your houses, doing your own thing with some soft music playing. the window slightly cracked with the breeze flowing in just slightly, the smell of spring in the air<3

he knows what it’s like to be on his own, especially due to his quirk. he hates that you feel that way. he’s do anything to prevent you from feeling like that :((

loves your different earrings. wonders what kind of earrings you’ll match with your outfit. always a fun guessing game :]

BERTHOLDT HOOVER ◡̈

i don’t even know where to start with this nervous nelly. he would think you’re so badass from far away. smart, stoic, he’d be at a loss of words. everyone saw your guys’ crushes on each other before you guys, making bets and such(jean had to give eren his bread roll due to a bet). adores your silly socks<3 makes his day seeing what new pair you have on, same with the earrings too!! he notices the little things, like how you parent yourself. he always hopes that you know you can lean on him for support.

it’s all thanks to reiner and annie that he made the first move. well, more so annie. reiner isn’t the most skilled with romance. “just play hard to get. chicks dig that.” cue annie rolling her eyes and giving bertholdt actual good advice. he had to write down his confession on paper because he was getting extremely anxious.

would actually die if you started talking about mythology. he finds it so attractive when people talk about their passions.

would pick honeysuckles during the spring for you because he knows you love them. and they never fail to remind him of you.

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runner ups !! :

erwin smith - would love to talk to you about history , doesn’t mind that you’re a tough nut to crack , admires your knowledge and acknowledges your advice before his decisions.

kyouka jirou - would play your fav songs on the guitar , loves that you’re prepared for any and every situation , adores the fact that you love different types of people, no matter what.

#sopfr3posts #matchups #attack on titan #my hero academia #matchup #bertholdt hoover #hitoshi shinsou

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chynasworld123 · 2 years

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Winter Clothes for Dogs — Chyna’s World Pet Store

Dogs are naturally equipped with fur coats, so are winter clothes really necessary for your pet? The right coats, sweaters, boots, and other winter clothes for dogs can be more than just a fashion statement or stylish accessories.

How Winter Clothes Help Your Dog

Different dogs have different needs, and some dogs can greatly benefit from the right winter clothes. Not all breeds are adapted to bitter cold, deep snow, or slippery ice, and any pregnant dogs, dogs with health issues, or very young or old dogs may also benefit from the proper winter gear

Depending on the style and type of gear, winter clothes can provide…

Warmth: Winter coats or sweaters for dogs will help keep your pet’s body heat contained, helping them stay warmer and more comfortable. The clothes are also a barrier against moisture or biting wind.

Chemical Barriers: Chemicals such as salts, ice melts, and antifreeze compounds may be used on roads and sidewalks in the winter. These items are toxic to pets, and if they are on your dog’s paws and the dog licks its paws, it could become sick. The right winter boots or socks can minimize this risk.

Traction: Winter boots, booties, and socks for dogs provide good traction on slippery, icy surfaces. This can help prevent injuries from ice shards or painful slip-and-fall accidents, especially if the dog is excitable or running.

Visibility: The glare from ice and snow can make dogs harder to see, but if your dog is wearing a good winter coat or other suitable outdoor gear, they can be more visible. This will help keep them safer anytime they are outdoors in winter.

The Best Winter Clothes for Canines

There are a wide variety of winter gear options for dogs. Not all dogs will need every type of gear, but the most popular options include…

Coats and Sweaters: These items cover a dog’s back, chest, and sides, often with a strap around the belly to keep the coat secure. The legs may also be slightly covered with short sleeves. Simple knit gear is available, as well as quilted or down-filled varieties for even more warmth. Coats and sweaters come in a wide variety of styles and colors, and may even have hoods.

Boots, Socks, and Booties: Winter footwear for dogs covers the foot and ankle, with an adjustable strap around the ankle to keep each boot secure. Rubber grips or tread on the bottom provide better footing, and the height of boots, booties, and socks will vary. Many types of winter dog boots are also waterproof to keep paws comfortably dry.

Raincoats: Not all areas receive copious winter snowfall, but if your dog will be exposed to chilling rain or sleet, a raincoat can be helpful. These coats are typically made of vinyl or similar water-repellent materials and are designed a bit longer with draped edges to shed water and keep your pet dry.

Pajamas: Some pets always seem cold indoors, particularly if you lower the thermostat at night, and pet pajamas can be the answer. These clothes are similar to coats but usually have sleeves for all four legs to be sure the pajamas stay in place, though the belly isn’t usually covered so the dog can still pee as needed. Lighter materials such as fleece are typical for pajamas.

Holiday Clothes: Holiday-themed gear is popular for Christmas and other winter holidays. Dog costumes may include Santa or Mrs. Claus coats and hats, reindeer antlers, ugly sweaters, elf costumes, or holiday-themed bows and colors. While these clothes aren’t necessarily as practical as other winter options, they can still be fun accessories.

Not all dogs will be equally comfortable wearing winter clothes, and it takes time, patience, and training to teach your dog how to wear the gear without being nervous or upset. As they get accustomed to the clothing, however, they will appreciate the better comfort and you will appreciate knowing your dog is protected against winter weather.

#best teething toys for puppies #adjustable elevated dog bowls #buy cat toys for indoor cats #best chew bones for puppies #buy online couches for dogs #best puzzle toys for dogs #buy pet smart groomers #Suitable dog brush for short hair

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everswift · 3 years

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@ anyone who lives in a colder climate (or basically anywhere that isn’t tropical lol) PLEASE send me any tips on how to deal with the cold

#currently I’m… doubling up on socks and wearing thermals #i also carry a hot water bottle around #any tips are truly greatly appreciated no matter how obvious they seem to you!!! pls pls

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 2 years

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let me take care of you

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ʚ Nanami Kento x chubby fem reader ɞ

❥ Word Count: 3.8k

❥ CW: petnames (darling, sweetheart, baby, bubby, bub), smut, oral (fem receiving), vaginal penetration, somewhat dominant reader (explained in A/N), no condom, creampie, cockwarming, some aftercare, not really beta read bc im a gnome and i don't do that sksksk

❥ A/N: heyyyyyy so I wrote this in a day sksksk. I got the inspiration and I wanted to write the idea down quickly so I wouldn't give up on it and never post it. Reader is somewhat dominant here, but there aren't any explicit dom/sub themes. Reader just takes control and treats Nanami right 🤧 ALSO i mentioned true crime as something the reader was watching, ik that's not everyone's cup of tea but i didn't know what else to put so bear with me skskskks. Comments are greatly appreciated! I hope yall enjoy!!! 💕💕💕

Work is shit.

That’s all Nanami could think as he was forced to work overtime, to stay at his godforsaken job and file paperwork properly, getting his minor wounds treated afterwards. The entire day had been awful, from spilling his coffee on his freshly dry-cleaned suit to ripping his tie, decreasing it’s effectiveness at fighting off curses. He was lucky enough to not lose a limb during all the madness of the day, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to be home with you. He wanted to be with his darling wife, eating the meal you so graciously cooked for him, sipping wine as you cuddled on the couch and watched one of your favorite shows. He wanted to hear you gush about the plot and characters before he leaned in to kiss you, taking your breath away before pulling you to his lap and showing you how much he truly appreciated you.

But no, he was still here, at this stupid job writing down the last details of his mission. He glanced at his watch and sighed. It was already half past seven. At this rate, he wouldn’t get home until eight o’clock, maybe later if things went sour. He’d already texted you, warning you that he would be late, that he would just pick up a quick meal from the local convenience store. A wave of guilt hit him when you sweetly replied that it was okay and urged him to be safe, several hearts following your message. God, he loved you so much it hurt.

The universe was not being kind to him, and he ended up leaving after eight p.m. On the bright side, traffic was low at this time of night, so he was able to get home quickly without any trouble. He loosened his ruined tie as he trudged up the stairs of your apartment, exhaustion beginning to weigh on him before he even reached your floor. He struggled to unlock the door, legs almost giving out once he finally stepped inside. He could hear the television from the entrance, your voice trailing from the living room.

“I still can’t believe he killed his kids and straight up lied to the police!” you exclaimed. Nanami felt a smile form on his lips as he untied his shoes. You must’ve been watching one of those true crime documentaries that you were so invested in. He removed his jacket, unclasping the holster for his weapon and dropping it along with his blade on the bench by the front door. He didn’t care about tucking things away in their proper place right now; he missed you dearly and wanted nothing more than to see your lovely face.

“I know! Can’t believe he blamed it on the wife, what an asshole,” he heard as he walked into the living room, slowing to a halt once he finally saw you. You were lying on your stomach, legs swinging in the air as you talked to your friend, pillow tucked beneath your chin. But it wasn’t your position that caught his attention. No, it was the fact that you, his stunning, gorgeous, beautiful darling wife, were wearing one of his sweatshirts and thigh high socks.

How did he ever get so lucky as to have attracted you?

You glanced over your shoulder, smiling at your husband before reaching for the remote, turning the volume down.

“Hey, Ken’s home, so I gotta go, but we have to keep talking about this guy over lunch tomorrow because I’m beyond pissed with him.” You scoffed, mumbling under your breath, “Can’t believe he didn’t get the death penalty.” You heard heavy footsteps behind you as you pushed yourself up to your knees, resting on your calves. “Anyways, have a good night, and say hi to Mr. Pickles for me. Oh, and send me a picture of him in that tie I bought him! Bet he looks so cute… Uh-huh, yep. Buh-bye.” You hung up the phone, turning to your husband. “Hey hu—”

You weren’t even able to greet him properly, his lips crashing into yours the minute you saw him. You let out a muffled yelp but soon melted into it, moaning softly as his mouth worked against yours. You felt his hands palm at your waist, pulling you towards him as he kneeled down on the couch.

“Mmf… w-wait,” you stuttered as you pushed him off, gasping for air. His glasses were off, discarded somewhere, eyes dark and hazy. He leaned down to your neck, pressing chaste kisses along your sensitive skin. “Jeez, nice to see you too, Ken.” You sighed when he found the soft spot below your ear, shivering when he nipped at it gently. “H-How was work?”

“Awful,” he muttered, taking your earlobe between his teeth and tugging. “A nightmare.” He moved down to your jaw, planting a wet kiss before moving down your neck again. “I don’t want to think about it.”

“That’s okay,” you breathed, gasping when you felt one of his hands reach your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Are y-you hungry? I made some soup. It’s in the fridge, but I can put it back on the stove and—”

“Darling.” He pulled back, gazing down at you hungrily, desperately. You rarely saw that look in his small eyes. “I apologize for being so forward, but I need you.” You felt a burning sensation in your cheeks, thighs squeezing automatically.

“O-Oh… okay…”

“If you don’t want to, that’s—”

“N-No!” you interrupted, putting your hands on his shoulders reassuringly. “I do! I do, it’s just… aren’t you hungry? You should eat something.”

“I told you,” he mumbled, slipping off the couch and to the floor, “I got something from the convenience store. I can have the soup for lunch tomorrow.”

Large hands found your lower back, pulling you to the edge of the couch. You gasped, legs slipping out from underneath you, clapping shut.

“K-Ken! What’re you—”

“Don’t hide from me, darling,” he mumbled, placing his hands on your knees and spreading your legs. “I just want a taste.”

He pulled up the sweatshirt, revealing your hips and lower belly. He groaned softly, coming face to face with a pair of his boxers that you had stolen. The nylon fabric clung to you deliciously, hugging the curve of your hips and love handles, squeezing the fat of your stomach. He wasted no time slipping his fingers underneath the waistband, pulling them down over your ass and past your hips. He dropped them haphazardly beside him, frozen as he stared at your cunt.

“You shaved,” he muttered in disbelief, a wave of heat flooding straight to his cock. You shifted slightly, playing with the edge of his sweatshirt.

“I… well, I thought it would be a nice surprise since you had to work overtime. I thought it might cheer you up a bit.”

“Oh, darling,” he practically moaned, squeezing your thighs as he nosed at your plump mound. “You didn’t have to do that for me. I love you regardless if you’re shaved or not.”

“I know,” you replied, cupping his cheek, urging him to make eye contact with you, “but I wanted to do something special for you. You’re always so sweet to me and I just wanted to do something nice for you in return.”

God, if he wasn’t hard already, he definitely was now. He sighed shakily, leaning forward, nosing your bare mound and inhaling slowly. You smelled faintly of a sweet lotion he had bought you and baby powder. He groaned, hips shifting forward, fingers dipping beneath the soft, warm socks that covered your thighs.

“You’re too good to me,” he muttered against your plump upper pussy. You shivered when he gave you a gentle kiss there, whining when he introduced his teeth. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that,” you mumbled softly, reaching down between your legs to card your fingers between his hair, disrupting it’s orderly appearance. He looked up at you, eyes heavy with lust as he met your gaze. You twitched slightly when he pressed a chaste kiss to your chubby pussy lips. “You’re incredible and you deserve me just as much as I deserve you.”

His eyes softened considerably, revealing a tenderness that he only displayed for you in private, in quiet moments like this. His hands slipped down your thighs, hooking your knees over his shoulders, as if they lived there. He grunted as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, strong hands palming at the plush inner flesh as he stared down at your cunt, watching it twitch in anticipation.

He dipped down, pressing a gentle kiss to your plump lips. You whined softly, scooting your hips forward, eager for some relief to the ache he had created. He huffed, hooking his thumbs over your lips, pulling them apart to reveal your cunt.

“God damn it,” he muttered, admiring the shape of your lips, your cute clit peeking out, your hole clenching around nothing. He couldn’t wait any longer, sticking out his tongue and giving your pussy a long lick. The way you trembled against him made him throb, his cock aching to be released from his slacks, to be somewhere warm and wet and tight. But he needed this, needed to have a taste before he slipped inside you and fucked out his frustration. All he needed was a quick taste.

That’s what he had told himself, but at this point an hour had gone by and you were crumbling into nothingness. You weren’t sure how many times you had cum just from him licking you up. It was wonderful at first, having his hot mouth on you, sensually licking at your cunt as if he was making out with your mouth instead. It was sweet and romantic how much time he was spending on you, but it was getting a bit ridiculous after half an hour. His tongue was fantastic, but you were eager for something hard and thick that could dive deep into your cunt and leave you sore the next day. The TV was still on, playing another true crime show as you felt your peak near again.

“K-Ken, baby, please,” you whined weakly, tugging gently at his hair. “Gimme a break, hun. Lemme take care of you. You were the one who had a bad day.” He didn’t respond, didn’t give any indication that he was even listening. Your breath picked up, heart pounding as you climbed higher and higher, shaking once the dam finally released and you came once more. You groaned loudly, tugging harder at his hair, scratching at his scalp as he tongue-fucked you through your orgasm. The sounds coming from your cunt and his mouth were so lewd that you could’ve sworn that you were making porn together.

“Ken, th-that’s enough,” you insisted, trying to crawl away, your pussy sensitive and worn down. He kept you in place, fingers digging into the pulp of your hips, forcing you still. This is ridiculous, you thought, curling forward and grabbing him by the shirt collar, pulling him away from you.

The man on his knees before you was no longer your husband. His eyes were glazed over, your slick drenching his chin and cheeks, trailing down his neck. He was panting, trying to lean back down to lick you up again, tongue already sticking out to taste.

“Nuh-uh, no more,” you grumbled, closing your legs. You were shocked to hear him let out a weak whine, hands digging into your flesh and trying to open your legs again.

“Please. ‘m not done—”

“Yes, you are.” You stood up, wobbling slightly, holding onto his shoulders for balance.

“Darling, please,” he practically begged, pressing his face into your thighs, trying to nose his way back to your cunt. “Just one more and I’ll be satisfied.” You rolled your eyes, tugging his shirt again.

“Get up, Ken.” He pulled back, looking up at you curiously. When you didn’t budge, he sighed, standing up slowly in from of you. “Good. Now,” you turned him slightly, pushing him back onto the couch, “it’s my turn to take care of you.”

You didn’t give him time to react. You crawled onto his lap, lips smashing into his as your hands found his chest. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the slick coating his face rubbing off onto yours. You pulled his tie off and tossed it away, undoing his shirt buttons as your tongue swirled around his. You untucked his shirt, freeing the last few buttons before opening it, small hands finding his chest. You felt a low hum reverberate through his rib cage as you trailed your fingers down his torso, lightly grazing his skin, teasing him before you reached his trousers. You fiddled with the belt for a moment, finally reaching the button and zipper, undoing those as well.

“Jesus, Ken,” you mumbled after you pulled away, looking down at the damp patch on his underwear. You found the head of his cock, rubbing your thumb against it, hearing him suck in a breath. “Look at how worked up you are.”

“Don’t tease me, darling,” he hissed, hips barely bucking into your grasp. You hummed, hands slipping into his underwear, freeing his cock as you kissed along his jaw.

“My poor husband, working so hard all the time. You need to relax, baby. Need to let me take care of you more.” Nanami huffed, hands finding your hips as you lifted yourself up.

“Aren’t you taking care of me now?” His tongue darted over his bottom lip as you ground your soaking cunt against his cock. Your combined slick and spit drenched his dick, making him shiver in delight.

“I’m trying to, but you shouldn’t have eaten me out for so long.” You aligned his cock with your entrance, holding his shoulder for purchase as you slipped the head inside you.

“I wanted to—shit—make you feel good.” You giggled softly, gasping as you sank down the rest of his length.

“You didn’t need to eat my pussy for an hour though.”

“Can’t help it,” he breathed, voice breaking when you curled your hips forward into his. “You tasted so good. I didn’t want to stop.”

“I know, bubby.” He scoffed at the nickname, breath hitching when you cupped his cheeks and made him look at you. “But I wanna make you feel good, too. Wanna make you feel so good you can’t even think.”

“Shit—I can barely think now,” he chuckled, letting you move your hips up before coming back down.

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” You began bouncing on his cock quickly, smiling victoriously as he gripped your hips tightly, fingers certainly leaving bruises behind.

“Shit—darling—wait—”

“What’s the matter, bub? Doesn’t it feel good?” you asked with a faux disappointed tone, lips pushed out in the most precious pout he had ever seen. “Don’t you like my pussy? Don’t you like how it feels, like a warm, wet hug?”

“God, yes, I do but—fuck!—but you’re going too fast, sweetheart—”

“What do you mean?” you frowned, stopping your bouncing just so you could roll your hips rhythmically, watching his face contort in pleasure. “I thought you liked going fast. I thought you liked when I rode your cock like this.”

“I do—I really really do, Y/N—but I’m not going to last long if you keep going like this.”

There. That was it. That was what you wanted, the admittance that you made him just as weak as he made you. You smiled softly, leaning forward to leave a tender kiss against his thin lips.

“It’s okay, baby,” you cooed, leaning back and grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt. “I’m doing this because I want you to cum. Wanna make you feel good after you made me feel so good.” You crept the sweatshirt up your body, putting on an impromptu show as you ground your hips against him slowly. He watched from his slouched position, eyeing the edge of your sweatshirt, eyes falling on each patch of newly exposed skin. You slowed once you reached your breasts, hugging the material tightly to your chest, pulling your tits up with you before finally releasing them from their hold and letting them bounce back into their original position. Nanami practically moaned at the sight, biting his bottom lip as his hands trailed up your skin, fondling the fat of your waist before reaching your breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighed, squeezing your plump tits in his hands as you pulled the sweatshirt over your head, tossing it to the floor.

“You’re beautiful too, ya know.” He snickered at your words, but you didn’t laugh along with him, staying silent as you began a steady pace up and down on his cock again. “I mean it, Ken. You’re so handsome and sexy and gorgeous. You could’ve been a model.”

“You flatter me,” he breathed, releasing your breasts so he could watch them bounce along with your stomach, hands sliding down to your love handles and squeezing them tightly.

“I don’t flatter you nearly as much as you flatter me.” You leaned forward, towering over him a bit, fingers finding his hair as his eyes fell on your breasts again. “You always make me feel so good, baby. You make me so happy and make me feel so loved. I wanna make you feel that good. Wanna make you feel even better.”

Nanami cursed under his breath, leaning forward to slot himself between your breasts, nuzzling into your cleavage. He fondled one of them, squeezing it lazily as he kissed his way over the other, taking your nipple in his mouth. You moaned, picking up speed, hearing him inhale sharply and feeling him suck harder.

“Feels good, doesn’t it Ken?” He hummed in acknowledgement, sighing as you combed your fingers through his hair. “Isn’t it nice to be taken care of? To—oh fuck—let someone else do all the work?”

“Mmmm—like making you feel good,” he mumbled into your chest. You moaned, clenching around him, causing him to hold you tighter. “Shit—I-I think I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Yeah?” you breathed, slowing your pace drastically, melting into a sensual roll of your hips. He groaned frustratedly, craning his neck to look up at you.

“Please don’t tease me, darling. I can’t take it—” You shushed him, stroking his cheek as you pressed your forehead to his.

“’m not teasing, Ken. I’m spelling something.” He furrowed his brow, eyes scanning your face as you gyrated your hips. “Wanna know what I’m spelling?” you asked after a moment. He swallowed hard.

“W-What?” You smirked, leaning towards his ear, hot breath tickling his neck.

“Y/N.” He gasped almost inaudibly, eyes rolling back as your hips curled again. You made the first letter of your name, saying it out loud, repeating these steps until your entire name was spelled and Nanami was trembling beneath you. “There. Now you know who this dick belongs to.”

“God, Y/N, you’re gonna make me cum.” You squeezed your cunt around him, making him choke out a moan.

“That’s the plan, baby.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him close as you starting bouncing again, rotating your hips with each hop. You could feel his cock twitching inside you; you knew he was so close that it could’ve hurt. “C’mon, Ken. Let go for me. I want you to fill me up.”

“Shit—fuck—Y/N—”

“That’s it, don’t stop. Wanna feel you cum in me. Who’s this pussy belong to? Hm? Who gets to have this pussy whenever he wants?” Nanami gulped down a breath, eyes unfocused, chest heaving.

“M-Me… ‘s mine. It’s all mine.” You moaned loudly, tossing your head back before ducking down towards his neck.

“That’s right, Ken. This pussy’s all yours. Show me who owns this pretty little cunt.”

“Shit—” he hissed, planting his feet and thrusting up into you hard. You gasped at the sensation, digging your nails into his shoulders, pressing kisses to his neck. You tried to ignore the building pleasure in your core, wanting to focus on your husband instead, but you should’ve known better. Nanami wedged his hand in between the two of you, toying with your clit quickly. The sudden sensation caught you off guard, your rhythm stuttering before speeding up, hips grinding forward desperately. You tumbled over the edge faster than you thought you would, cumming around his cock in less than a minute, pulling him along with you. A string of curses fell from his lips along with guttural groans, all of it muffled in the crook of your neck. You could feel each rope of cum shoot into you, filling you up with the warm fluid, making you melt in his arms.

The two of you stayed still for a minute, panting and clinging to one another. You were the first to move, hips rolling forward, enjoying the fullness of his cock and cum. He grabbed your hips tightly, giving them a squeeze.

“Still sensitive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your neck. You hummed, smoothing your hands over his shoulders, massaging them a bit. There was silence for another minute or so before he spoke. “I’m sorry.”

“Hm? What for?”

“For coming onto you without warning. For initiating sex without even saying hello. It was rude of me.”

“Jeez, Ken.” You pulled back, smiling down at your husband. “You’re fine. I don’t mind. Ya gotta let loose every once in a while. It’s understandable.” He searched your face, hands smoothing over your back.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, bub. Ain’t nothing to worry about.” You kissed his forehead, earning a content sigh from him. “Mmm, if anyone should be apologizing, it should be me. I’m pretty sure I ruined your nice suit.”

“It’s fine,” he mumbled, resting his head against your chest. “My suit was already ruined this morning. Someone thought it would be a good idea to pull a prank on me after I had just gotten my coffee.”

“Ah, lemme guess—”

“Don’t say his name.” You giggled, hugging his head closer to you, kissing the crown of it. The silence between you was comfortable, inviting. You could live quite happily within one of these silences, but of course it didn’t last. “Is it bad that I want to make love with you again?”

So cheesy, you thought, smiling as you drew circles in his blond hair.

“No, it’s not. Honestly, I could go for one or two more rounds if you really want to.”

“I do.” He lifted his head, smiling as his nose brushed yours. “I want to show my appreciation for all the affection you gave me.”

God, you were in for a long night.

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weepinglevi · 3 years

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how eren yeager celebrates his birthday

summary: what it says on the tin. headcanons of modern!eren celebrating his birthday with you!

warnings: none, just slightly suggestive fluff

word count: around 500

A/N: happy birthday to my favorite war criminal, love you bub! please enjoy this mess of headcanons (can you even call this headcanons? idk but i had fun writing this). feedback is greatly appreciated! love y'all. xx

taglist: @icedkoffees @kojinnie

he definitely wakes you up by pinching your sides, jabbing his index finger between your ribs and tugging at your hair, saying "wake up, sunshine, it's my birthday!"

he won't even check if you've woken up, he'll stumble out of bed and most likely tangle his foot in the sheets and - thump - he's falling flat on his nose. "ah shit, it's the same every year."

he's giddy as fuck when seeing your gift sitting on the kitchen counter, neatly wrapped. you even added a pink bow, just to tease him a little. he doesn't care though, or maybe he just fails to notice over his excitement. "i'll open it later tonight."

the whole day is a celebration to him. morning coffee? that's "eren yeagers birthday coffee" for today. cereal? "eren yeagers birthday cereal" - you see where i'm going here.

also! cooking him his birthday dinner is the most precious experience ever. he dances around you in the kitchen, trying to help but just knocking over some pots and pans in the process.

he'll cut his finger whilst chopping some onions and you'd have to rush to the ER because he is somewhat of a drama queen. you'd take him there anyway and hold his hand through the whole visit.

he's now wearing his bandage like a badge of honor and won't shut up about how he "nearly cut my finger off, babe! why are you laughing?"

you'll try to salvage whatever of the food you can - however, you ultimately fail and order some pizza for when your friends arrive in the evening.

eren isn't mad about it, he likes pizza. he'll whistle "eren yeager birthday pizza!" the moment the doorbell rings.

he's extremely into board games and you know he's very competitive so be prepared to play the same game for the better half of the evening until jean gracefully lets him win "only 'cause it's your birthday, shithead."

he's so fucking happy. his eyes glow more and more as the evening progresses and you just want to press a soft kiss to his forehead whenever you get the chance. like, when he reaches over to grab the game instructions (he'll read the rules out loud to jean because he simply has to prove that he's won fair and square) and you'll just take his face between your hands and peck his cheeks. "thanks babe, we can continue later, yeah?"

as the crowd slowly clears, eren gets touchy. "i haven't forgotten about your gift," he places a hand on the small of your back and gingerly slides a finger under the hem of your shirt. his touch leaves a tingling feeling.

you get nervous once he's unwrapping your present. but seriously, you could stuff his used socks into a box and call it a day and he'll cherish them to the end of his days. he's cute like that.

at first he'll think the collar you got him is meant for you, but you laugh "no, you idiot, it's for a dog. we'll go to the shelter tomorrow"

good thing is you have another surprise waiting for him in the bedroom.

addendum: @jeageristbaby has posted a list of headcanons right here which have greatly inspired this whole thing, especially the visit to the ER. go shower her with love!

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bokettochild · 3 years

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Tired Feet and Nimble Fingers

Sooo.....

I wrote more Ravio fics. This is one of two, the second one still needs to be reread and checked for errors, but rest assured to whomever requested a fic for Ravio getting some fussing, I nearly killed the kid for you :)

Mr. Hero had nice hands.

Oh sure, they were rather thin, and a bit knobby at the knuckles, aged in a way most people their age would not understand for decades yet, but they were nimble, quick, and forever flitting from one thing to another with the easy grace of a person who’s done everything with their life except sit still and rest.

Mr. Hero’s hands were worn and aged but feather light in their touch and still impossibly firm when he’d grab Ravio by the scarf and pull him down the one inch that was between the two of them so he could glare at him for one thing or another. Honestly, he rarely really did anything questionable, but the ever irritated “Why?” that Mr. Hero always shot at him when he raised the price of an item or tacked on another fee, be it emotional repercussions charges for tending his wounds, or a petty increase when he’d been made to actually worry for someone else, or even in the rare instance when Mr. Hero managed to actually make him angry. Either way, soft or firm, Mr. Hero had nice hands, and on the rare instance Ravio had actually seen him remove his rings (Mr. Hero had complained of swelling, and had nearly had to pry them off) he always smiled at the sight of them.

Was that weird? Probably. But there was a lot you could tell about a person by their hands, and Mr. Hero’s told the story of someone who gave and fought for others since he’d been able, and even if the caring person hid behind the shadows of his bangs or the icy pain in his eyes, Ravio knew that person was still in there.

And at times like this, he got to actually see it.

“What are you doing?” The merchant shifted uncomfortably, glancing down at the other end of the couch where Mr. Hero had been sitting since he’d stumbled through the door with a tired groan. He’d collapsed onto the couch not long after, drenched and covered in mud, and it had been all Ravio could do to convince him to shed his extra layers and change into something clean, at least. Sure, he’d had to actually dig through the scant wardrobe in the bedroom to find something, but once the over-sized tunic had been shoved in the veteran hero’s face, he’d agreed to strip off his wet things, and Ravio had given him the space to do so while he’d made some warm cocoa for the two of them.

He would have preferred cider, but Mr. Hero still refused to share the recipe with him.

Now, however, he’d flopped onto the couch himself, uncaring for the fact that he’d had to settle his legs in the lap of his friend. After all, if Mr. Hero minded, he would have pushed him off. As was though, the pink-haired teen was staring at his feet with no small amount of displeasure, and Ravio was half considering pulling them back to himself and resigning himself to just curling up on the couch into one corner so he could give the other boy his space.

Firm hands latched around his boot, tugging with a small grunt and surprising the merchant greatly. “Mr. Hero, I just-”

“No shoes.” The pink-haired hero huffed. “Not on the couch.”

“Says the one who trudges dirt all over my freshly cleaned floors!” Ravio huffed, trying not to wiggle too much as Mr. Hero not only pulled off his shoes but, after making a disgusted face at the smell of his feet, had also yanked his socks off, throwing them over to the pile of sopping laundry on the floor. Ravio made a note to pick that up and help wash it later.

“My floors.” Mr. Hero corrected him, tugging the towel Ravio had given him earlier off of his shoulders and wiping its wet ends over the merchant’s feet, making him stiffen. “It’s my house I’ll have you know.”

“Mr. Hero, are you- are you cleaning my feet?”

“It’s not like you ever do it, when’s the last time you bathed, you filthy bunny?”

“Two days ago.” Ravio huffed into his cocoa, savoring the taste and the thrum of warmth that bloomed in his chest both at the drink and the sensation of Mr. Hero’s nimble fingers helping to clean the grime from his, admittedly, filthy feet. “More recently than you, I daresay, Mr. Hero.”

“I just showered.” Violet eyes flitted up to meet his as Mr. Hero motioned to the door ad likely the stormy weather outside.

“That doesn’t count!”

“It does for me.”

“When did you last bathe? With soap?”

Mr. Hero didn’t answer, instead continuing to rub the dirt and dust off the bottoms of his house-mate's feet with the wet towel. Ravio hmphed. A fight for another day then, it isn’t as if he had the energy to draw a bath and push his friend into it anyways.

A delightful, rough sensation rubbed over the base of his foot, firm and still somehow incredibly relaxing, and the bunny merchant found himself torn between sinking into the cushions with a sigh as some of the pain in his limbs faded and staring down at Mr. Hero to see what had been done. In the end, he’d sunk into the cushions of the couch, lids fluttering as a heavy sigh pulled itself from his lungs. “What-”

“You’re as tight-string as my gran’s horses.” Mr. Hero drawled, and the sensation repeated itself, warm pressure sliding across the ridge of his foot. “This used to work on my uncle, relax.”

It took longer than necessary to actually realize that his friend was rubbing his feet, but Ravio was too warm and comfortable to really care, especially with how sore the appendages in question had been with scurrying here and there over the last few days tending to the shop.

Mr. Hero’s hands were miracle workers, and Ravio was hardly even awake when the veteran hero had finally stopped with his self-assigned task, pushing himself up and leaving Ravio to stretch out over the length of the couch. All the merchant could register was the increase of weight on top of him, the clinking of two empty mugs being placed in the kitchen sink, and the door creaking open.

He never felt the draft when Mr. Hero left back into the outside world to continue his quest, but when he woke the next morning, it was to find the hero’s favorite blanket spread out over the top of him and a fresh pair of fuzzy socks slipped over his clean and no longer painfully tense feet.

“Ravio, sit.” Mr. Hero groaned, leaning back on the couch and pinned in place by the sailor using his legs as a back rest. “If you don’t, I swear I’m going to have Twilight throw you at the couch!”

The merchant in question pouted, he’d been trying his best to tidy the living room, after all, Mr. Hero and his family had been quite unexpected that evening and the place was, unfortunately, a mess. One had to take inventory now and again, and the sad fact of it was that that required pulling everything off the shelves and out of storage and from around the house to count it up and figure out if he should risk attempting to return to Lorule or attempting to work Mr. Hero’s small smithy out back in order to restock his items.

He’d only counted up everything and had been working on cleaning and polishing his various items when the heroes had come knocking at the front door, and then he’d been so busy helping them warm up from the chill (they were all wearing the scarves he’d given them and it pleased him to no end) and making a meal with Mr. Hero that he’d been left unable to finish gathering the things that had been scattered across the floor. Of course, after dinner was finished, he’d set right to it, but now that everyone was settled around the fire with warm mugs in hand and fluffy scarves around their necks, Mr. Hero seemed to only be agitated by his puttering about and moving everything again.

To be fair, he hadn’t stopped moving for the last thirty minutes since the others had helped gather his things back up so they could sit, but there was so much to put away!

“Mr. Hero, I still-”

“Sit.” Mr. Hero squeaked grouchily, earning a few giggles as Mr. Rancher and Mr. Chosen Hero exchanged glances, smiles wide. “My feet hurt just from looking at you.”

Like it or not, Ravio’s ears were already pricking up at those words.

Since that first time, Mr. Hero had done him the favor of massaging his feet after a hard day many times, and as much as Ravio didn’t want to expect it of him, it was incredibly nice to have someone fuss over him, if only for a little bit, and if there was even a chance that it would happen again, well...

It was entirely intentional that he flopped onto the couch, feet resting easily in Mr. Hero’s lap as he stretched out. He could have sat down, he really could, but the fact of it was that he simply didn’t want to. Fortunately, Mr. Hero didn’t seem to mind, and too the merchants delight his friend immediately started pulling off his shoes with the same old familiar huff and wrinkling of his button nose, tossing the shoes as far away as possible to avoid having to remain in contact with them for long.

It was a practiced and much appreciated ritual that was Mr. Hero helping him relax after a long day. Just as cocoa or cider was prepared when either was having a particularly long or difficult day, or how Ravio always made sure Mr. Hero ate three meals a day and slept for at least four hours, taking care that his friend wasn’t positioned too uncomfortably wherever it was that he finally passed out. Mr. Hero touching his feet was normal, just like him playing with Mr. Hero’s hair once the other boy had settled down at last.

Perhaps though, it wasn’t all that common for the others.

“Vet?”

Mr. Hero blinked up from his work, violet eyes meeting the midnight blue of Mr. Rancher impassively.

“What in Ordonia are ya doin’?”

The veteran hero cocked a brow. “Foot massage, he won’t relax otherwise, and foot pains a-” Captain Hero Sir Jr. shot a look their way and Mr. Hero quickly amended what he’d been about to say. “Foot pain sucks.”

“You are touching feet.” Mr. Rancher wrinkled his nose. “Isn’t that a bit... gross?”

“Says the man who eats bee larva.” Came the quipped reply. “I wash them first, pities sakes.”

“By my head!?!?!?” Tune started jumping up and away and shooting Mr. Hero a hurt look. “Like, yeah, sure, I help Granny on bad days too, but warn a fellow if you’re gonna be having feet by his head.”

“Don’t sit on my legs.”

Ravio chuckled, letting the noise and chatter wash over him.

Mr. Hero’s hands never failed to sooth the pains of the day.

The heroes had stumbled in time and again over the months, and Ravio had grown quite used to their presence. Time passed differently on both ends of things, but he’d since learned when abouts to expect that they'd appear, and the house was, thankfully, stocked fully for each visit.

Autumn had brought about harvest, and the heroes had darted in and out, occasionally offering help and other times only crashing wearily in the living room and Mr. Hero’s bedroom for the night before they had to return to chasing the monsters. Today was one of the longer stays, especially if how Mr. Captain Hero Sir was moving so stiffly was any indication.

“Do you need me to step on you again?” Mr. Smithy asked worriedly as Mr. Captain Hero Sir eased his way down onto the couch, earning a few looks both from the merchant and the other heroes while Sheerow flitted about the man's head, chirruping worriedly and earning a gentle word or so from the captain.

Mr. Captain Hero Sir was in quite the state, stiff as a board and moving as poorly as the old pump in the village. It made him worried, and try as he might, he couldn’t think of any of his items that would help.

Mr. Hero appeared to already have an answer though. “Tunic off, Cap, and on the couch.”

Sharp blue blinked over in confusion to where Mr. Hero was already shedding his boots and rolling up his sleeves with a purpose. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Massage. Works wonders for back pain. Hop to it or I’m rescinding my offer.”

It was one thing to be on the receiving end of matters, but another entirely to be one of those who watched. Mr. Hero put his full weight into his hands as he worked, kneading out the knots in his friend's muscles while Mr. Captain Hero Sir melted into the couch with little relieved noises.

Maybe it took the others realizing that the vet didn’t just help him, but after that it wasn’t at all uncommon for him to carry in his attempts at cider or his wonderful cocoa and see Mr. Hero standing over one of the others and putting his clever hands to work in soothing tensed muscles back into place, the heroes under his hands melting under his touch.

The first time he heard Mr. Hero humming under his breath while he worked, the other heroes had all looked incredibly surprised, but not upset in the slightest. It was a lovely tune after all, and Tune himself started playing with his baton in time the gentle music, swaying in his seat and waving the instrument while the others continued working on repairing and tending their various items and clothing articles.

There was a pattern. For Mr. Captain Hero Sir it was his back, although rather rarely, and the same went for Mr. Chosen Hero.

For Captain Hero Sir Jr. It was his neck and shoulders.

Mr. Smithy got stress headaches that seemed to ease when someone helped message his temples.

Mr. Rancher had problems with his left wrist specifically.

Ravio of course had poor feet, and while Tune and Wild seemed to be mostly left unscathed from the repetitive pains that the others did, they took every opportunity to cling to Mr. Hero with their whole bodies when they felt that they wanted pets or attention when their mentor’s/brothers were too busy.

He’d attempted to return the favor all of one time. The black eye and bloody nose he got out of it weren’t even made better with the nearly tearful apologies of his best friend as Mr. Hero had jumped to his feet and dashed outside to get some ice for the injury.

Once the blood was cleaned up, the vet had sat in shame as Ravio had joined the others in teasing him for his “killer reflexes”.

“I can’t help it! People touching my feet- It-” Mr. Hero tugged at his hair frustratedly, eyes turning to the sky hopelessly. “I’m sorry, Ravio. It was an accident, I swear.”

“I know, Mr. Hero, I know.” He’d giggled out the reassurance, but from that day on he avoided touching Mr. Hero’s feet in any way possible.

(Oddly enough though, that didn’t stop a few of the others from trying, and Mr. Hero’s sleep was interrupted many times by heroes that had been kicked in the nose or even the mouth because they’d dared each other to touch the teen’s feet while he slept. Mr. Captain Hero Sir had complained for days until his own black eye healed, and Mr. Hero hadn’t even bother apologizing, stating that the others shouldn’t have tempted fat so foolishly.)

He felt a bit guilty for not returning the favor, but he knew better than to try again where so many others had failed.

And then winter had sprung up. Winter with its harsh gales that blew in half frozen heroes that tracked ice and snow across the floor as they bundled in front of the fire, wrapped head to toe for the weather. Winter when he’d brew hot cocoa to warm them all up, letting Mr. Hero tug down blankets to wrap around their on-and-off house-mates (guests no longer applied at this point). The mugs offered were warm, and Ravio smiled as each hero offered him a word of thanks as his tray grew lighter and lighter until he only had the two mugs left.

Mr. Hero had pulled together his usual nest before the fire. His huge blanket and a few spare pillows all bundled together into a comfortable place to sit for the younger heroes in order to make up for the lack of a second couch, and the vet sat in its center, still working to arrange the cushions with stiff fingers and chattering teeth until Ravio had pulled on his friend’s tunic and urged him to sit down.

When he offered the mug though, Mr. Hero had fumbled it and nearly dropped it, a hiss of irritation whishing from between his teeth and he glared down at his stiff digits. “Blast! Din’s sake, why does the freaking cold always freaking-”

Warm hands, worn from housekeeping and smithy work, wrapped around the vet’s as Ravio gently rubbed some warmth back into the stiff fingers. Mr. Hero started slightly at the touch, but didn’t complain as the merchant continued to press his into the rises and against the bones of his friend’s gnarled hands, offering warmth and relief against the pain and the cold both for a few short minutes, and Mr. Hero melted into the touch, as he always inevitably did, letting Ravio have his way for the moment and leaning to sit back-to-back with Wild while the merchant worked.

When he’d released his housemate, it’d only been to press a mug into the vet’s hands, but then he’d been settling across from him on the blanket nest, stockinged feet coming to rest in his friend’s lap as he’d pulled his own mug close for a sip. Violet eyes offered a begrudging smile that was returned in rupee green, but no words were spoken between the two as they enjoyed their cocoa.

Mr. Captain Hero Sir however wasn’t about to let it pass. “So, hand holding now, uh? Should I be talking to Fable about a wedding day?”

Ravio was certain that the only thing keeping some very rude signs from being exchanged as the fact that Mr. Hero wasn’t willing to stress his hands further or release the warmth that he held in them. The pink-haired hero did shoot a very disappointed look towards the captain though.

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xpao-bearx · 3 years

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NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!! 18+ only, minors please DNI 🔞

《Original Post HERE》

《EDIT: Updated Post HERE》

My Second Kinktober 2021 Prompt: DADDY KINK

Fandom: Haikyu!!

Pairing/s: Daichi Sawamura x Shoyo Hinata x Koshi Sugawara

Both Daichi and Suga haven't had a lot of time lately to spend with their boyfriend, Hinata, due to work. Hinata greatly misses their company and devises a plan to finally get back their attention...

NOTES: I saw "daddy kink" on the prompt list and IMMEDIATELY thought of Dadchi and Suga Mama 👁👄👁 Anyhoe, this oneshot is based in the future and it involves an established poly relationship between Hinata with Daichi and Suga! Just please keep in mind that I haven't read the HQ manga, I've only seen bits and pieces of it tho I do know what careers the characters have. But I apologize if my writing seems off since I haven't read the manga! >_<

"Hi, baby! I'm gonna be working overtime again today. Some kids handed in their homework late so I'm stuck grading their papers :("

"Hey, Sho. Might come home late again, sorry. This case assigned to me is a lot tougher than I thought. Love you ❤"

Hinata huffed as he read both of the texts his boyfriends sent to him (funnily enough, he received each text at the same time).

Of course, he completely understood Daichi and Suga being busy. Work is work, and he had a lot of respect for his former upperclassmen taking their jobs seriously. But even he, who was now a pro volleyball player, had some time to spare. So why doesn't Daichi and Suga have any for him?

He despised himself for being this way. He's being selfish, he knew, but it's been a depressing couple of weeks now and both of his lovers STILL didn't have the time of day for him. Therefore, can anyone really blame him for being so needy?

Hinata pouted, pulling his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. He was currently sitting on the couch, an intense volleyball match playing on the TV that featured Oikawa's Argentinian team though even that wasn't enough to cheer him up.

He was wearing one of Daichi's oversized t-shirts and a pair of Suga's fuzzy socks. Recently, this has been his go-to comfort attire. It made him feel so warm and close to his partners when they weren't around and he absolutely loved how their clothes' scent got on his skin. Their scent.

As he continued to watch absently, he then perked up when an idea suddenly popped up in his head. A brilliant, thrilling idea that made Hinata gulp and his stomach twist into knots.

Was he really up for it?

But one whiff of Daichi's cologne from his shirt and his feet all wrapped up in the coziness of Suga's socks were enough to spur Hinata on, as if Daichi and Suga were invisibly encouraging him.

He just knew they'd love this little idea of his. So, without wasting another precious moment, he jumped up off of the couch and made a beeline towards their shared bedroom.

{•••♡•••}

Suga sighed as he trudged his way up the stairs to his, Daichi, and Hinata's apartment complex.

He enjoyed his job and teaching his students, but he was hyper aware that he hasn't had much time lately to be with Hinata. He knew Hinata was more than capable of taking care of himself, but Suga also noticed the way Hinata would droop disappointedly anytime Suga would say he was busy again or whenever Hinata wouldn't even bother replying anymore to his texts when Suga would have to clock in some extra hours. Hinata didn't mean anything bad by it, of course, but it made Suga feel like such a shitty boyfriend. It was even worse that Hinata endured it all ever so patiently, never saying what's really on his mind or what he wanted in fear of burdening him and Daichi.

Speaking of Daichi, Suga perked up once he saw Daichi already in front of their apartment unit. Daichi was just about to unlock the door before Suga greeted him.

"Hey! You're home pretty early today." Suga grinned, seeing that Daichi has a plastic bag with him. "Whatcha have there?"

Daichi grinned back at Suga, holding up the bag. "Meatbuns. Figured Sho would appreciate 'em. And yeah, I thought I'd be late again today, but I actually managed to wrap up the case without any more issues."

"Great! Then that means you can unwind for a bit, right?"

"I believe so. I also think I did pretty well on this case, so the captain will probably grant me some PTO." Daichi chuckled, sliding his key into the knob.

He really wished he would be given permission to get some rest. His profession as part of the Miyagi prefecture's police force was exhausting and, at times, vexing. But he worked particularly hard on this new case. Firstly because it was unlike any of the past cases he's had before, so he wanted to prove his worth. And secondly, he wanted to finish up as soon as possible so that he can go back to being in Hinata's loving embrace.

Which sounded so sappy, he knew, but he missed the little tangerine. This time apart made Daichi realize just how much of a helpless sucker he was for Hinata. And sometimes, when he was really missing the redhead, he'd do some rather scandalous things in his office before going home all while thinking about Hinata...

But Daichi snapped back to reality when the door clicked open, stepping into their home with Suga following suit. "Shoyo, we're home!" Suga called out, both he and Daichi taking their shoes off at the entrance and neatly placing them away.

"Sho?" Daichi raised a brow when there was no response. Hinata was like a puppy, always bounding up excitedly to them without fail and spoiling them both with adorable hugs and kisses. And it wasn't even that late yet, but was he already asleep?

Daichi and Suga stepped further inside, seeing that the TV in the living room was on. Suga grabbed the remote, turning it off. Without the hum of the TV, their home was only occupied by a deafening silence.

But that was only short lived, for soon there was a loud "AH!" that came from their bedroom.

"SHOYO!" Daichi and Suga shouted in unison, dashing to their room. Their blood ran cold. Shit, what happened? Was Hinata okay?!

They both slammed the door open, but the sight that was revealed to them was definitely NOT what they expected.

Hinata was laying on the bed, wearing only Daichi's shirt and Suga's socks. His left wrist was in one of Daichi's handcuffs from work, Hinata having cuffed himself to the bedframe while his right hand held a dildo and was rapidly thrusting it in and out of his asshole. A mini vibrator was also attached to his twitching cock, spurts of cum leaking out from his tip and dripping down his shaft.

"A-AH..! K-Koshi?" Hinata perked up, lifting his head to peek. His lips quirked up into a bright smile, his face flushed scarlet and beautiful brown eyes gone nearly black with lust. "And Daichi! Y-You're home early!"

"Shoyo, wha..?" Both men were at a loss for words, eyes as wide as volleyballs as they stared totally speechless at the unbelievable--and fucking hot--scene before them. It was like something straight out of a porno, and their naughty little redhead was the star of the show.

"I-I missed you guys...so m-much." Hinata panted, not ceasing his hand's erratic movements with the dildo. A moan slipped pass his lips, throwing his head back. "I-I've been...fucking myself l-like this for a w-while now thinking that it's y-you two!"

It was Daichi who broke out of the tantalizing spell first, dropping the plastic bag to the floor and making his way over to the side of the bed in big steps. He hastily ripped off the vibrator from Hinata's cock, making Hinata whine before he gasped sharply when Daichi's huge hand wrapped around his length.

"Fuck, Sho..." Daichi breathed, slowly stroking Hinata's cock and spreading his cum all over. "You did all this for us? God, baby, I feel like shit for leaving you alone. But this makes it all fucking worth it."

Hinata whimpered, turning his head to look at Daichi. "Y-You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy~"

Daichi froze, and if his eyes were already wide then now they threatened to pop right out of his sockets. Suga chuckled, tone low with a hint of amusement. He walked over to the other side of the bed, plopping down next to Hinata.

"Sho, baby, I think you killed Daichi." He continued to chuckle, hazel brown eyes gleaming. He then reached forward, stilling Hinata's hand with the dildo. "You won't need this anymore, baby, you have us now. Indulge us, though... What did you call dear ol' Daichi?"

"D...Daddy."

Daichi groaned, the front of his pants pitching a tent. Suga smirked, caressing Hinata's cheek tenderly though the expression on his face clearly had other wicked intentions. "Am I your daddy, too, Shoyo?"

"Yes!" Hinata replied without skipping a beat, nodding his head eagerly. "I missed you, Daddy! Do you have time for me now?"

Despite this insanely erotic situation, both Daichi and Suga's hearts melted. Have they really been neglecting their beloved shortie for THAT long?

"Yes, baby. I promise I'll be stricter with the deadlines for my students' homework so I won't have to stay after school anymore." Suga swooped in, capturing Hinata's mouth with his.

"And I'll hand in a request for some PTO, then we can spend more time together. Maybe all of us can even go on a short vacation." Daichi added, holding Hinata's right hand and pressing a gentle kiss to it before cuffing it to the bedframe as well. "Now just relax, baby. Your daddies will do the rest for you."

With both of his hands now bound, Hinata felt powerless. But he wasn't scared, knowing that he's in good hands--literally. As Suga kissed him, so slow and sensual as his tongue lazily danced with Hinata's, one of Suga's hands trailed down and pinched Hinata's nipple through his (or rather Daichi's) shirt. Hinata moaned against Suga's mouth, Daichi positioning himself so that he was on the bed in between Hinata's legs.

"Mhm... You look so gorgeous like this, baby. Such a cute little slut, opening your legs up just for us~" Daichi smirked wolfishly, crouching down. Hinata had no chance to reply when Daichi's warm tongue made contact with the base of Hinata's cock, taking his sweet time as he licked his shaft all the way to the top.

"D-Daddy..!" Hinata gasped, pulling away from Suga and watching with glossy eyes at the sinfully wonderful ministrations Daichi was doing. "M-More... Please? I want more!"

"I think you better give him what he wants, Daichi." Suga laughed, running his fingers through Hinata's fluffy orange hair. "He's been a good boy, after all."

"I have!" Hinata nodded enthusiastically, looking up at Suga. "And... G-Good boys get to have a cock in their mouth, too, right?"

Suga's pale cheeks reddened, grinning. "Dammit, Shoyo, do you know just how dangerous you are?" But Hinata didn't have to say any more, for in a split second both Daichi and Suga's clothes were flying everywhere and carelessly tossed around the room before leaving them as naked as the day they were born.

Daichi crouched down in front of Hinata's crotch again while Suga's cock poked against Hinata's lips. "Open up, slut." Suga growled authoritatively, Hinata more than happily obeying. Suga's breath hitched as he felt the familiar pleasurable heat of Hinata's mouth engulf him, making him throw his head back.

"Having fun there, Suga?" Daichi chuckled. "Well, as for me, I haven't eaten yet though this looks like such a delicious dinner~" He grinned, wrapping his mouth around Hinata's tip before easily taking in the whole of Hinata's member. Hinata wasn't that big (at least not as big as him and Suga), but his size was just right. In fact, Daichi really loved the size difference between them.

"Mmph..!" Hinata's groan was muffled by Suga's cock, his hips jerking up. But that was instantly stopped by Daichi, his strong hands pinning down Hinata's waist.

"No, Shoyo. Stay. Fucking. Still." He commanded as he pulled off Hinata's cock with a lewd pop, dark eyes narrowing up at Hinata. "Good boys do as they're fucking told unless you wanna be punished by Daddy."

Hinata, still completely stuffed by Suga, merely nodded. And without another word, Daichi glomped down on Hinata's cock again.

Meanwhile, Suga gripped onto Hinata's hair as he ever so carefully inched deeper and deeper into Hinata's mouth. With the way Daichi was beginning to bob his head now on his cock and Suga filling him, the sensations were all so damn overwhelming that it was bringing Hinata to tears. Noticing this, Suga (always so kind) gently wiped away his tears.

"You're doing so well, baby." Suga cooed, grunting as he felt his cock hit the back of Hinata's throat. "Shiiit, yeah, that's it... Breathe, Sho. Fuck, take Daddy even deeper."

And Hinata did. As much as he could, he relaxed his throat and opened himself up for his boyfriend. Suga's breath stuttered, watching with intent rapture as Hinata stared right back at him with eyes full of desire and face practically glowing crimson.

Daichi started to go even faster, bopping his head rhythmically and the salty taste of Hinata's excess cum fucking addicting. Shit, everything about Hinata was addicting. And Daichi was especially fired up after being deprived for too damn long, having only held Hinata in his perverted fantasies while jerking off after work all by his lonesome in his office.

Hinata's wanton moans reverberated throughout Suga's cock, making Suga's grip on Hinata's hair tighten as his own moans escaped him. The last of his patience wearing thin, Suga couldn't take it anymore as he began to fuck into Hinata's mouth.

Hinata's eyes shot wide, his pupils dilating as he nearly choked as Suga rammed into his poor little throat. His tongue twitched as he could feel tiny droplets of Suga's precum hitting it, making him ecstatic for Suga to blow his load. It has been way too fucking long.

Daichi could feel Hinata's cock throb, and he knew it wouldn't be far off for him to reach his release. Daichi abruptly pulled away, making Hinata whine around Suga's cock.

"Nuh-uh. You're not cumming until we allow you to, Shoyo." Daichi growled, his assertive voice sending a shiver down Hinata's spine. Even after all these years, Daichi hasn't lost his spark as a goddamn sexy leader.

Daichi then grasped his own erection, rubbing it teasingly against Hinata's anus. The sudden action made Hinata break away from Suga's cock, the handcuffs jangling slightly as Hinata squirmed.

"Oh, please..!" He pleaded desperately. "Daddy, please! Fuck me, I'll be a good boy! Please, I promise!"

A laugh bubbled out of Daichi, deep yet thundering. "Oh, baby, how can I ever deny you? You pretty fucking cockslut~"

Daichi spit on his cock, lubricating himself. But after a few moments, without any warning, he shoved himself into Hinata's yearning hole.

Hinata's back arched, and he almost came right then and there. He swore he could see stars, but was quickly brought back to the present as Suga grabbed his chin and tugged his head towards him.

"You haven't forgotten about me, have you?" Suga chuckled, his fingers mindlessly playing with Hinata's swollen lips and dipping them into his mouth.

"O-Of course not, Daddy." Hinata moaned, sucking on Suga's fingers and shaking his head. "Please fuck my mouth again, I need you!"

Suga grinned. He then swung one leg over Hinata, hovering above the redhead. "As you wish~" He hummed, prying open Hinata's mouth as wide as possible and plunging his entire cock into him once again.

"Careful you don't break him, Suga." Daichi chuckled huskily, quickening his pace. He also grabbed Hinata's cock, pumping him in time to his fast yet steady thrusts.

"Of course not, Daichi. We can't live without our slutty little fucktoy, after all~" Suga winked down at Hinata, before suddenly wrapping a hand around Hinata's neck. He squeezed--ever so lightly--but just enough to make Hinata's eyes roll to the back of his head at the brief loss of air.

Daichi was pounding away like a madman now, animalistic groans and grunts rattling his body. Hinata let out a particularly loud moan around Suga's cock when he hit a certain sweet spot, and Daichi took note as he roughly prodded into it over and over again.

Hinata wrapped his legs around Daichi's waist, pulling him in even closer before he began to bob his head up and down on Suga's cock and some drool dribbling down the side of his mouth. Suga smirked, letting Hinata do all the work and squeezing Hinata's neck a bit harder this time.

Hinata knew he wasn't going to last long. He needed to wait for their permission to cum, but he just couldn't take it anymore. He started to grind himself against Daichi, making the bigger man gasp. And that one little delectable sound from his boyfriend was enough to make Hinata tense up, eyes shutting tightly and body shaking as he came.

Although Daichi tried to control himself, he was completely milked by Hinata as his walls clenched like a goddamn vice around him. Suga couldn't restrain himself either, seeing Hinata cum enough to bring him to the peak of his orgasm. Both men let out cries of pure ecstasy, Daichi pushing balls deep into Hinata's asshole as he came and Suga's sperm shooting straight down Hinata's throat.

It took a good minute for the trio to calm themselves, slowly coming down from their high. Sweat was beading down their bodies, a pleasurable fog settling in all of their minds.

They were all breathing raggedly, but Hinata was the first to speak up.

"S-Sorry I came without your permission, Daddies..." He panted, the inside of his mouth thoroughly stained by Suga's semen and eyes glazed over. "You can punish me~"

Suga glanced over his shoulder, seeing Daichi's cock already standing proudly again from Hinata's words. Suga looked back down at Hinata, a smile reaching all the way up to Suga's ears.

"Fuck, Shoyo... We fucking missed you."

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