#also. they don’t do the fucking dishes or trash. and when they do it feels like a spectacle. and they leave food in their dishes when they

[munamania]

i’m sorry (idk like. to whom) i wish i liked my one roommate more but they’re just so. like. there is something probably wrong with you. and u need to work on that. and i’m being mean by saying it in this way i don’t like that but they just annoy me so much.

[yanderenightmare]

BNHA ! FIC

Bakugou Katsuki x f!darling

WC: 4.8k

TW: NSFW, derogatory dirty talk, spanking, angsty but with a fluffy ending

ONE MORE TIME?

You hadn’t fucked in a while. 

Katsuki would come home late – where being an intern only landed him with shit patrols and shit hours and shit pay – leaving him in a foul mood almost constantly.

You'd put on your most supportive charm and try your best to cater to his needs – being the designated one going grocery shopping and the one to do the laundry as well as clean the house, take the trash out, and make the bed – making sure he’s got nothing to worry about when he comes home. 

You don’t really care if it doesn’t align with the rules of feminism – you doll yourself up for him and wear only nice things – making dinner the way you know he likes, with extra spice – asking him about his day.

Being the best, most perfect housewife you could be.

But like always... he's tired and replies only in grunts with a sour scowl on his face – doing his routines seemingly on autopilot – eating, showering, going to bed – leaving you alone in the dark with the dishes.

You sighed, boxing up the leftovers before packing him a lunchbox for work. Tying a handkerchief around it to make sure it wouldn’t accidentally spill in his bag, also so he had something to wipe his mouth with after finishing – and as you centered the corners, knotting them together into a neat little flower, you couldn’t help how your hands began to shake followed shortly but tears slipping down your cheeks.

You slid down the kitchen counter into a thud on the floor, pressing your sleeve over your mouth to try and muffle the small cries that soon spilled over. You don’t want to wake him up. You don’t want him to see you like this. He works too hard; he shouldn’t be bothered by his girlfriend breaking down over nothing.

You just miss him – you miss him so much your whole body aches – even though he’s right there in the next room. You clenched a fist over your heart, feeling it strangle itself inside your ribcage – making your throat seize up, dry where you choked down sobs. 

You thought today would be the day. You’d gotten yourself extra ready. Wearing the dress he likes, even the lingerie he likes – not that he’d be able to tell without undressing you first.

You banged your head softly against the cupboards behind you, eyes closed as you calmed down your weeping. Still, you kept your sleeve pressed against your mouth, scared to let even your snivels reach him.

The hand covering your heart dropped into your lap. 

You let out a sigh, then thought about his big hands – imagining them – strong and sturdy and warm on your skin – roaming your body in greedy touches. How he manhandles you with his lips pressed against your ear – speaking filth in that awfully low teasing rust of his.

Your hand slipped between your thighs – under your skirt and beneath your panties – with two slim fingers sliding between your lips to gather the needy slick that had pooled there before bringing it up to rub your pearl.

You bit your sleeve, wanting to moan but needing to stay quiet. You can’t let him find you like this. You can’t wake him up over something so unimportant, not to mention embarrassing.

You’re so pathetic. It stung your heart, but still, you kept your fingers working – drawing wet circles into your clit that had become a hard bud under the attention it had been seeking for so long. 

You don’t often touch yourself. You just leave it to Katsuki. Your hands are so different it’s nearly impossible to even imagine it’s him – and besides, he does it differently – a specific way you struggle to replicate. Suppose he's gotten to know your body a little better than you over the years.

Still, you get there. Albeit a numb and rather boring high, you still shook as it took you. Though, it didn’t come close to how Katsuki makes you feel.

You just end up feeling ashamed…

Crying and cumming on the kitchen floor while your boyfriend’s in the other room fast asleep after a hard day's work. 

You freed your mouth from your sleeve and pulled your other hand out from inside your panties, laying them both in your lap as you mulled it all over. It’s cold and silent and dark, and you wish you’d just rushed along and gone to bed with Katsuki when he’d muttered his goodnight.

You banged your head once again, then picked yourself up from the floor a moment later, releasing a sigh that turned into a yawn while dragging your feet quietly across the floor. You put the lunchbox in his bag before walking yourself to the bathroom. There, you splashed cold water on your face, looking your reflection dead in the eyes. You’d made yourself so pretty today, but he hadn’t touched you at all… he’d barely even looked at you…

You almost cried again but managed to suppress it – washing your face free of mascara and lipstick, then brushing your teeth. You slipped out of your dress and fished one of his worn shirts from the laundry bin. It smelled sweetly musky, like him – fitting you like a tent, reaching longer down your thighs than most of your skirts. It felt nice. You could almost trick yourself into thinking it was him who’d made you cum earlier and not yourself – and that delusion itself was enough to make your chest flutter with warmth. 

You snuck into the bedroom and quietly shut the door with a soft click before sneaking under the covers on your side of the bed. He was already asleep. Deep breaths left him steadily while you studied his back in the dim light. He was tense. Maybe you could give him a backrub tomorrow – and maybe he’d fuck you in return?

One can dream…

The thought put a small smile on your face as you soon followed in sleep yourself.

.

He took out the lunchbox you’d made for him, wrapped in a silly handkerchief with a Pomeranian print. His lip quirked up for just a second. You’re such a dumbass. 

He and Eijirou had picked a tall place like usual – atop an office building with their legs dangling over the edge. It had become standard procedure.

They didn’t like being bothered during lunch – it prevented them from talking about the things they wanted to talk about, if and when they wanted to talk, and otherwise roped them into meaningless small talk they had no interest in. Eijirou could fake it when he had to, but Katsuki didn’t ever feel as inclined. So it was best for both of them to find someplace exclusive.

Which, more often than not, ended up with them atop a rooftop somewhere along their route.

Katsuki popped the lid and found your note. 

Burn it up, Boo!

You’re such a geek. You’re so silly it made him blush sitting there. 

Fuck... he misses you...

His nose stung a bit just thinking about it, but he stifled it with a sharp sniffle before it could get any worse.

Unclenching his teeth with a huff, he picked up his food before chomping down on it. How long had it been since he’d held you? Must be since he started his internship, which is what? A month ago already?

He couldn’t wait to run his own agency. He’d own a building just like the one they're sitting on right now – maybe even taller. You could work there as well – you already act as his personal assistant, after all – or maybe that’s just what a girlfriend does. Either way, if you would work with him, he wouldn’t need to miss you so fucking much all the fucking time.

“Mina told me to tell you something- but you need to promise you won’t tell your girl that my girl ratted. Okay?” Kirishima broke through his daydreams. He was holding a sandwich from the cafeteria. Looks like Mina didn’t pack him lunch, Katsuki thought with a small smug smirk. Poor loser. 

“What are you blabbing on about now, Shitty-hair?” He asked, taking another bite from his homemade lunch with pride. It couldn’t really get any better than you. Surviving the last few months of his internship wouldn’t be too exhausting with you as his cheerleader.

“Mina told me-” Eijirou started anew but broke himself off before finishing. “Ah fuck it– doesn’t matter. Just listen.” 

 “I am. Spit it out already.” Katsuki said, unfazed. Not much could annoy him when he was busy thinking about you.

Eijirou hesitated for a moment longer, unsure how he should phrase it. But if memory served him right, blunt honesty had always been rewarded with the impatient ash-blonde – so he decided to be straightforward with it. “Your girl’s gonna leave you if you don’t dick her down soon.” 

That got his attention.

“The fuck?” Katsuki barked, whipping his head to the side to glare at him – unchewed food still in his mouth, making his words come out muffled.

He had his mask lifted like a headband, pushing his hair out of the way and allowing Eijirou to see every angry furrow creasing his face.

“Don’t shoot the messenger-” He excused, arms raised with his half-eaten sandwich in his hand. “I’m just tryna help you out.”

Katsuki’s grimace didn’t ease up.

It looked like he was going to say something, but instead, there came a long pause of them just staring intensely at each other.

It was normal. Katsuki had become better at processing things quietly without the need to fling curse words. But still, the frown didn’t lift – only deepened.

“Tch-” He scoffed after a while – looking down at his lunchbox again – fingering the happy Pomeranian handkerchief quietly before muttering, now calmly. “Fuck does Pinkie know…”

Eijirou put his hands down again, turning to look at the city below them, taking another bite of his sandwich – speaking with it in his mouth. “Uhm- she says it’s been a while since the two of you fucked- and that your girl’s trying her best to keep you happy- mh- but that she’s at her wit’s end ‘cause you won’t talk or touch her-”

Katsuki’s frown softened a bit, eyes scanning your handwritten note again. It’s such a small thing, but without it, the day would have still been grey and sour. It was just a piece of paper, but it had felt like a warm kiss on the cheek and turned his mood from annoyed to giddy so seamlessly.

Losing you might just kill him, he thought.

A weak “Fuck-” left him then, along with a sigh. The feeling of dread ripping his chest was nearly enough to make him cry, but he clenched his fists and grit his teeth, and the sting in his eyes relented almost as quickly as it had come.

“That’s girls for you, man...” Eijirou continued. “Talking out their frustrations over coffee and cakes instead of throwing fits.” He laughed, turning his head to look at his unusually still and silent friend. Grinning at the sight of the cute pout that had taken shape on his face. “We could learn a thing or two.” He nudged suggestively.

Katsuki threw him a glance, spotting his shark teeth pulled into a friendly smile. He sighed again, this time with a bit of a bothered groan, knowing that was Eijirou’s way of telling him to open up.

“Not much to complain about…” Katsuki mumbled in an effort to brush the subject off. But the feeling of Eijirou’s round red eyes staring at him intently in wait – goading him into telling more – didn’t relent.

Katsuki wanted to ignore him, but at the same time, there was something inside him that told him he shouldn’t waste the opportunity. In the end, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to share. After all, Eijirou had been beside him for over a decade already, and they weren’t planning on ending their camaraderie any time soon. 

He smacked his teeth as though surrendering, offering yet another groan of annoyance. “If she wants me to fuck her, she should just fucking say so-” He spilled. “What am I supposed to do? Read her mind?”

Eijirou laughed again, shaking his head. “Nah, man- this is a proper lady we’re talking about. She’s not gonna be so brazen. She wants her ~man~ to make those demands.” He explained, keeping his smile before quirking his brow at the blonde. “Speaking of… why haven't you?”

Katsuki threw him another glance, but he couldn’t feel more awkward sharing such things, even after such long years of friendship. 

Not that Eijirou cared if he was a little rigid. Actually, he found it amusing. Katsuki just needs a little time, but sooner or later, he always cracks. It’s just lucky that Eijirou has the endurance for it.

“I haven't been ‘cause-” Katsuki started, visibly struggling. “I don’t wanna be too-” He stopped again.

“What?” Eijirou pushed, slanting his head.

The blonde threw his head back with yet another groan. “She’s all up and down the house doing chores- I didn’t wanna be a selfish prick asking her to put out as well.”

“Wow, man…” Eijirou chuckled, smacking his hand down on the explosion hero's slumped shoulder. “That’s so manly.” He praised.

But it didn’t take long before his smile turned a little sharper – now with not-so-altruistic intent.

“But uhm…” He snickered. “If not your girl... what have you been doing?”

“None of your fuckin’ business,” Katsuki snapped back with a growl, shaking the makeshift redhead’s hand off his shoulder – his scowl returning to its original glory.

“Oh, come on, man- give us a little something to laugh about~” Ejirou drawled, still with his playful smirk – eagerly waiting.

Katsuki brooded for a moment longer.

But then finally gave in. “The shower… sometimes the car…”

Eijirou laughed, now loudly – boisterously and long enough to make the blonde punch his shoulder. But the assault wasn’t even registered by the sturdy hero, who continued laughing until he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “That’s not manly.” He said, still with amusement in his voice. “That’s just sad, man.”

“Shut up,” Katsuki grumbled in return, refocusing on his lunch as the other male continued giggling.

“To think you’ve been holding back while your girl’s been pining for it.” Eijirou rubbed salt in the wound, adding insult to injury, before stuffing the rest of his sandwich in his mouth. “Mh- that’s why communication is key.” 

Katsuki also took his last bite before repeating his last words. “Shut up, Shitty-hair...”

.

He came home to the smell of cooking and the hefty sound of the kitchen fan. The door swung closed with a loud bang, and you soon walked around the corner – spatula in hand with your apron on.

“You’re home early!” You exclaimed, a smile spreading on your face while rushing over to him. Lifting your heels on your toes to plant a quick kiss on his chin. “Oh-” You gasped, surprised when he enveloped you in a hug instead.

Stunned still for a moment, but then you smiled.

“Welcome home~”

He sighed into you, big hands pressed at the small of your back, swaying you snugly against him – the spatula in your hand smushed between you.

You smelled like sweets, and he smelled of smoke, and you both closed your eyes at the familiar but almost forgotten scent – bodies relaxing, realizing how much they’d missed the other's touch.

He held you there for a while, nuzzling his face into your neck with a low rumble – almost like the purr of a cat – before letting you down slowly.

“Is everything alright?” You asked, looking up at him.

He kept his hands at your sides for a moment longer, his usual unreadable expression donning his face. “Not really.” He revealed, then pressed a kiss onto your forehead. “Talk about it later, I’m starving.”

You wanted to ask but didn’t want to pry – trusting him that you’d talk about it later.

He set the table while you finished cooking, and you thought it a very nice change of pace – smiling with a giggle when he pulled out your chair for you. He was acting strange, but still, you wouldn’t complain.

Dinner went quietly. You kept waiting for him to talk, to tell you what it was that was bothering him, but he never did. You were both done not before long, and you got up to start collecting dishes.

He got up as well. Walking around the table, he stood behind you as he grabbed your wrist softly. “Leave it.” He said – his voice gentle, just above a whisper. 

“Katsuki?” You asked, before feeling it – gasping out a surprised “Oh-”

His hand rubbed the silk on your hip, messaging your skin through your dress as he pulled you back against his crotch, where you felt him – fat in his slacks – and nudging into the soft welcome of your butt.

Your chest fluttered with a giddy thrill, flustered and hot already.

“Right now?” You asked in a flushed rush. Bowed with both palms laid flat on the table – cheeks burning and eyes wide. 

“Yes.” He replied simply – voice still gentle but sturdy – perhaps a touch strained.

“Here?” You gushed, swallowing your spit.

“Yes.” He repeated, his lips hot on your throat, with kisses and licks and heavy huffs – his chest stiff and weighty with brawn, beating against your back where he haunched over you.

Your breath warbled, rendering your voice to just an unsteady whisper. “Oh- okay-”

He hoisted the skirt of your dress in quick tugs, bunching it over your hips before molding his clothed bulge neatly into your ass – squeezing your hips and pulling you back to meet his movements as he started rolling into you with need.

You let him – waiting with knees somewhat shakey. It had been so long since you’d last felt his lust for you that now it made you nervous. Your cunt was already weeping at the promise – so wet you soaked through your panties. Even your mouth had pooled with water, desperate for what was to come.

You closed your eyes, listening to him buckling up his belt, followed by the heavy sounds of his pants dropping to the floor – then the warm feel of his hefty manhood resting between your asscheeks. You moaned just at the feel of it. Veiny and warm and soft. Your breaths turned even thicker in your throat – so excited you nearly started wagging your butt to urge him into taking your panties off.

He did. Hooking his fingers beneath the lace, he pulled it down your thighs and knees and let it pool around your feet – giving your ass a wet bite on his way up again.

His fingers then found your puffy cunt, giving it a featherlight feel and releasing a strained grunt at the drippy mess discovered there – bathing his fingertips in your arousal. You heard him swallow thickly at your ear – his breath baring hints of something heavier from his gut – almost heaving as he grabbed his shaft and slid himself down through your thighs.

You nearly started whining boohoos, feeling his girth glide between the fat of your inner thighs, glossing itself in the slick from your cunt. Your insides screamed for it. It was all too sadistic for you to handle – you needed to push back into him – a wanton whimper escaping you even as you had your lip tugged between your teeth.

He answered the prayer, his movements controlled yet strained as he steadily guided it between the split of your pussylips until his head caught on your entrance. He hissed, pressing inside you without any prepping – and you sucked in a gasp, stinging at the stretch, taking the fat mushroom-shaped bulb inside you slowly – so overwhelmed your vision blurred with spotted light. 

Then you released the prettiest moan – whole body tense with anticipation as he eased the fat length all the way inside your pretty cunt – filling it so good, your thighs quaked with curled toes, sinking your teeth into your lip with eyes squished tightly shut – sighing with a needy whimper once his head nudged deep into your cervix.

You and your body both had forgotten his size. Feeling tunneled. You nearly had the urge to climb away as it rested inside you – every meaty inch stretching you out – but he held you steady at the hips, keeping you still as he nestled deep and completely within your walls – making you pant out like a needy bitch in heat. In the end, you couldn’t do much more than curl your toes into the carpet, eyes flickering with arms nearly giving out beneath you.

You didn’t expect the slap to your ass. “Ah- Katsuki-” You yelped with a buck, clenching down even harder around him.

He gritted his teeth at your pretty cry and did it again – planting his hand down hard into the doughy flesh. Pulling back with his hips and thrusting in again.

You clawed the table, picking up the tablecloth in balled hands – struggling to make breaths – insides fluttering and wavering between the delight of finally being filled and the flighty dread of being split in two – crying at the pain, being stretched so awfully good.

He smacked you again, and this time, you whimpered, reeling from the pain of it – feeling the skin sting and prickle – hot beneath the squeeze he made after, gripping the fat like putty. 

“Katsu- s’too rough-” You cried, shaking on his shaft – but also from the pleasure – feeling your head cloudy and hot where your brows cinched up.

He ignored your cry, giving it another hit with his palm. Backing up until only his tip remained inside, then running you through again – pelvis clapping your rear. So deep it choked you, making your tongue loll out of your mouth with your moans. So robbing, you needed to bow down until your tits rested on the table to avoid your arms giving out beneath you – panting as you held onto the feel of his every inch sliding in and out of you. Fucking you so well, you drooled.

“What's this I hear about you leavin’ me, huh?”

A cold rush flushed your body then.

The burn of pleasure suddenly went tense – still there, but vulnerable now. Your heart flared, beating fast – so loud you heard it in your head.

You weren’t able to answer before he’d snuck a hand up your chest and grabbed your throat, lifting you from the table and pressing you back against his chest where his lips could graze the shell of your ear. “I had a lil’ chat with Eijirou earlier. Care to know what he said?” He whispered now, feeling your breath turn thin beneath his hand. 

He held you tight, fingers sinking into your jugular – but more so in threat – not rough enough to choke you. 

Still, it made you squeeze on him harder. 

He didn’t wait for an answer. “He told me that Mina told him that you’ve been having ditzy thoughts about ending things… That true?”

“N-no- that’s not what I said-” You denied with a stutter – chest tight with a need to moan out, feeling the plush bulge of his cock-head knead into your cervix – making a mean outline on your tummy – burrowed so deep it made your thighs shake at the pressure – feeling the onslaught of that tightknit rope within your core begin to fray, soon to snap and let go.

“It's so like you.” He accused coldly, making another harsh thrust into you – cock punching your stomach in the perfect spot. “To go run your mouth with no plans of backing any of it up.”

“B-but I-” You didn’t have your wits with you to defend yourself – busy rubbing your thighs together, chasing the sweet release you felt pursuing.

“Buh-buh-but nothing.” He dismissed – his other hand making way down past your belly button, his fingers soon running over your clit – beginning to rub tight and slow circles into it – making your moans spill past where his hand kept your throat in a lock. “If you wanted me that badly, you should have just asked. But I guess that’s too much for you, isn’t it? You’re just too innocent, aren’t yah?”

You were nearly there until he spun you around. Quickly gathering your thighs, he picked you up and made you straddle him – pushing your back against the wall with a bang that almost had the pictures falling down.

You only moaned, going dumb from the thrill, wrapping your legs around his torso as he sunk back inside you. 

“I don’t buy it, sweetheart. Be honest now-” He breathed with a grunt, pressing his forehead against yours, and you slung your arms around his neck. “You’ve been touching yourself without me, haven't you?”

You bit your lip under his interrogating glare, looking into his red eyes through your lashes only to look away – flighty with a tiny whimper before squeaking out a hesitant but honest, “Ye-yes-”

“When?” He pushed with a hiss – wasting no time.

You burned with embarrassment – fingernails denting the swole and sweaty muscles of his back, feeling him dig inside you so deep and hard and fast you couldn’t help but spill with the confession. “Yesterday- after dinner- when you were sleeping-”

“Where?” He added, clenching his jaw at the shy way you nibbled your lip, telling him all your dirty secrets while pinned against the wall, taking him inside your tight wet cunt with such a face that just coaxed him into going harder and faster.

“H-here, on the floor-” You answered, moaning it for him with your breath in your throat.

“Tch-” He scoffed with a groan and a grin – feeling you clench on him, recognizing your mannerisms – you were getting close. “I didn’t know I was living with a little slut.” 

“I’m not-” You protested with a whine – giving him the cutest pouty face he’d ever seen.

“Don’t lie.” He barked, slamming into you – making you squeal with a moan, fingers pulling the locks at his nape while clenching on him tight – your breath shuddered, stomach tightening up like a knot before suddenly snapping. He chuckled hotly, feeling you shake from it. “Don’t you fuckin’ try it when you’re cummin’ on my cock like that-”

His lips mushed yours with another groan while you moaned from the release. He gripped your ass tighter, pulling you to meet his rhythm, riding it out of you – biting your lip to finish the kiss. 

“Be honest-” He seethed, his voice tight – low and gravelly, thick with arousal. “Where do you want it?”

You quaked at the question, head full of cotton from your orgasm. You looked at him with hearts in your eyes. “Inside me, please, Katsuki~”

“Fuck-” He stuttered – that was the last he could handle before burying himself deep – gripping you tight and keeping you snug against him as he emptied himself with hips jutting – pressing you firmly against the wall behind you.

He kept you there, forehead to forehead, holding his breath down to the very last drop – then let out a long and relieved sigh. But still, he held you there – with sweat running down his temple as he huffed air until both your breathing calmed down. And even then, he didn’t let go.

Instead, he carried you off toward the bedroom – leisurely in his steps as your legs dangled over his arms before placing you both down in the soft bed.

He helped you out of your dress, shimmying it off over your head with your hands lazily raised in the air – then he tore his own shirt off over his shoulders, flexing his back with a stretch and groggy yawn before laying down with a complete sigh. 

Throwing an arm over your midriff, heavy and thick with muscles – his hand splayed on the small of your back – holding you snugly – limbs tangled together with your heads propped on the same pillow.

“Next time you’re thinking about touching yourself when I’m asleep, just wake me up.” He grumbled, his eyes already closed. 

You gave a breathy giggle, murmuring an “Okay~” with a smile. Looking at his face and the cute blush dusting his cheeks with dew.

He had that small scrunch between his brows like always, twisting his handsome face into something so adorably moody even in his sleep. 

His warm breath puffed slow and steady against your face – dewy from his slightly parted mouth.

“Katsuki?” You whispered after a while, tapping your finger on his peck with a soft bite to your lip. 

He opened his eyes, sleepy but awake still – blinded by your wide-awake eyes eagerly staring back at him.

“One more time?”

tip-jar: Kofi

[luveline]

Missing my zombie!steve husband 🫶🏻

quiet day at the camp… hope something bad isn’t brewing… zombie apocalypse au <3 fem, 2k

Steve loves the sound of the river, but he only allows himself a moment to lay down on the riverbank during laundry hours. 

You stand knee deep in the water with your pants and sleeves rolled up, the corrugated metal of an old shed roof that’s been repurposed into a washing board held to your chest. It was pointless to roll your sleeves up, you’re soaked to the bone, even your hair, but the summer sun keeps you warm. 

“Don’t get too hot!” you call. 

“I’m fine,” he says, unwilling to shout. 

“He’s fine!” Robin shouts from beside him. “Numbskull.” 

Steve stares at you, locking you in, so to speak, the nice shape of your hip and stomach, the mess of your wet hair. Tonight, he’ll help you fix it, but there’s no rush and no hurry to dry off while the sun is out, and the fences are up. He turns onto his stomach. Grass tickles his cheeks. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Robin asks quietly. 

“Fine. Can you tell me if she needs help?” 

“Sure.” He listens to the sounds of her moving, likely pulling the slim lengths of her legs against her chest to hug herself, the tan leaves of a book spread out just in front of her. 

Steve could really go for a cigarette. You swapped the last box you found for toothpaste, isn’t that how it always goes? You and Robin found a cheat code in the apocalypse, nicotine with a capital ‘N’. You swap Arctic chewable for socks without holes and boxes of Marlboro’s for the bathroom essentials. Everybody wants them, and you’re great at finding them. Steve never thought he’d crave a cigarette again considering he wasn’t addicted, having smoked for a couple of months in high school to feel cool with his friends, stopping when his mom asked him to. He doesn’t remember why. She’d asked, and he’d listened, as he used to do. Swim team, cross country, basketball, lifeguard training, mowing the lawn, not upsetting his father, taking out the trash, vacuuming, no drinking and driving; task after task after task. Some of it was easy. He liked doing the dishes, and he loved taking care of his mom even if she didn’t feel the same. 

Not that it matters now. Does it matter now? He’s never gonna see her again. She’s a memory. She’s a bad memory, most of the time. 

The more he reflects on it, he decides. She was a bit shitty, but she’s his mom, and she’s likely gone, so he’ll try to remember the cookies they made together and the way she’d smile at him after she tied his shoelaces before school. And also the mean fucking bitch she’d turn into when she drank two glasses of wine. 

“What are you thinking about?” Robin asks.

“That’s the wrong soap,” you say from the river. Your voice floats over the breeze. 

“Fuck off, soap is soap,” Eddie says, your not-so-new friend, Steve’s sworn enemy. 

“I’m just saying,” you laugh. “Look, I’ll wash, you rinse.” 

“I’m thinking about that time,” Steve begins, holding his hand out toward her, open but not expectant, “when my mom and dad came home early from his business trip in Missouri and found us sleeping together.” 

“I’d never heard your dad laugh before,” Robin says. 

“My mom really didn’t like you after that.” He smiles as she takes his hand. They were a lot more touchy, pre-apocalypse. He misses that sometimes. 

“I don’t even think she thought we were dating.” 

“She was disgusted.” 

“She said we were being weird teenagers.”

“I guess we were. I never had a friend like you before so maybe I can’t blame her,” he says. He has something special with you, you’re a best friend because you’re half of his heart, but Robin was his first proper best friend, and remains it. “I missed you a lot when we were stuck in Indiana. There were a ton of times where shit would go wrong and I would get mad at you because I knew you’d know how to fix it, but you weren’t there.” 

“You’d get mad at me?” Robin asks, squeezing his hand. “You jerk. Be mad at yourself.” 

“Can you wait for me next time?” he asks.

Robin’s quiet, then she laughs, “I’m nodding but you can’t see.” 

He wonders how she’s feeling. He admits to not doing that much in the past. Not that he didn’t think about how he made others feel, he was always worrying about that after Nancy, but he can’t say he thought of it in the moment. Steve forces himself to sit up and offer his arms for a hug, which Robin gladly accepts, her frazzled laugh on his neck as he pats her back. 

“Are you okay?” she asks. 

“You know Y/N says I’m possessive?” 

Robin leans away, fingers curled around his elbow. “You’re fighting?” 

“No, just. She says I’m possessive, that I get mad about, you know, my people.” 

“Right. Isn’t everybody?” 

“I never thought I did. I’m not, like, too proud most of the time.” 

“Steve, this is super introspective,” she says, frowning, smiling, a weird expression somewhere melding in the middle of happy and concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay? It’s fine if you’re not.” She laughs shrilly. “I woke up the other day and cried and then ten minutes later I felt fine. I’m far from okay.” 

Steve glances past Robin’s head to watch you in the river. You’re sitting down amongst the stones. It really isn’t too deep, water to your ribcage washing suds down to Munson, who’s smiling at you kindly, not smarmy or flirting, just smiling. 

“Why did you cry?” he asks quietly. 

“I missed my cousin, I think.” 

Steve curls his arm behind her head and encourages her in for a fiercer hug. 

“Think we should probably go help them,” she mumbles. 

He takes it for the brush off that it is; sincerity is too much to take, sometimes. If she wants to be evasive about it that’s okay, she already took the leap and admitted to getting upset. 

“I cried thinking about Y/N’s hands the other day,” he says. 

“Steve.” Robin rubs her eye with the heel of her hand. “I don’t even know what to tell you.” 

“What? I’m trying to show you I’m pathetic so you don’t feel bad.” 

“I know you’re pathetic, and I don’t feel bad.” She climbs off of the ground and brushes broken grass off of her legs. Steve climbs up next to her, nudging her with his elbow. “You’re mucho pathetic. It’s kind of crazy.” 

“I think I might try and drown him,” he says conversationally. 

“Why now?” 

“Why do you think?” Steve asks, toeing off his shoes and peeling off his socks, nearly pitching forward on the wet bank closer to the river.

You and Eddie look up as they approach from different spots of the water. Your smile at seeing him winds him for the thousandth time, just so happy to see him, so in love with you he doesn’t even know what to do for a few seconds. “Hey, honey,” he says, “can I help?” 

“Now you wanna help?” you ask, gesturing to your soaked front. 

You’re messing with him, and he doesn’t care anyways, you can talk to him like crap if you want to. He shuffles down from the mud of the riverbank and into the water, cold and wet like a shock against his ankles, softer as it climbs to his knees. You’re sitting where it’s more shallow, opposed to Eddie on his knees and almost drowning further down. He puts his hand on your wet shoulder and kneels down in the water beside you. “Wanna hug?” you tease. 

Steve hugs you. Doesn’t care that you’re soaking or that the water is freezing against his crown jewels, though he shivers by your ear, prompting your laugh like bubbles in his own. “It’s cold,” he says. 

“Freezing!” 

Not to be a freak, but he can feel your chest pressed to him, and he knows you get achy in the cold. He wraps his arms doubly behind your back and rubs at your sides. “How much laundry’s left?” he asks. “We’re gonna get hypothermia. Again.” 

“You didn’t get hypothermia,” you remind him, folding into his space. “Steve… is everything okay?” 

“Do I look mopey today? Robin just asked me the same thing.” 

“You don’t look mopey, but you’re being touchy. You’re cuddling.” 

“How am I not supposed to cuddle you, dummy? I’m keeping you warm enough to function right now. Without me you’d be an ice cube floating down the river.” He leans back to hold your face in one hand, your cheek under his thumb, water racing down his wrists and your neck. 

You push against his hand gently with your cheek. 

“Sorry,” he says. 

“What for?” 

For lots of things. “I didn’t realise how cold the water was. I would’ve come to help you.” 

“It’s fine. I scrub everything and then Eddie catches it. We’ve only lost one pair of underwear,” you say. “The river’s like a long washing machine.” 

“How much do you have left?” he asks. 

“Nothing. I was just about to get out.” 

“Couldn’t have told me that before I came to get you?” 

“No,” you say, lifting your chin. Not challenging, but close. It’s an offer, Steve decides, kiss me or don’t kiss me. You don’t seem to realise he doesn’t decide, he needs you. If you always wanted to kiss him, you’d always be kissing, all the time, everywhere. 

Steve gives you a quick peck. “Come on, let’s go set up the line.” 

You somehow, together, make your way back to the tents without freezing to death after throwing your clothes on a drying line between trees. It’s warm enough that stripping down to your skivvies is mildly pleasant (away from the eyes of the other campers). You get dressed in the softest clothes you own upon Steve’s insistence, sweatpants and a dark hoodie, three pairs of socks and the tent door left open, before he lays you down on the sleeping bag, and settles between your legs, his full weight bearing down on you, his face nestled in the damp crook of your neck. 

“I couldn’t kiss you the right way,” he confesses. 

“Why?” You pull mildly at the ends of his hair. 

“‘Cos I always want more than one kiss.” 

“That’s a strangely romantic way to say you wanted to make out with me,” you whisper. 

“It’s not like that,” he insists, even though he does want to, and he did in the river, and he does all the time.

“You’re getting kinda heavy, Steve,” you mumble. 

“What?” 

“It’s a good thing.” 

“How dare you.” 

“We got sorta frail for a bit.” You wrap an arm around his head, tip of your nose to his forehead. 

“Yeah. Lucky we’re in camp Eddie now,” Steve says. 

“I never thought I’d hear you say that,” you murmur, so close to sleeping Steve can tell. You just need a feeling of security to nudge you over the edge. 

“Lucky we’re together.” He climbs off of you slowly so as not to rouse you too much, kissing your slack cheek as he settles on your shoulder. “You and me. I don’t care where we are.”

He ends up falling asleep not long after you, lulled by the rhythm of your light snore. 

[demieyesore]

Thinking about Stalker!Anakin x Depressed!Reader

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For this, we’ll say that reader is going through a depressive episode and isn’t always like this so they don’t know how to cope

Stalker!Anakin that absolutely loves the fact that you have to rely on him, he hates that you’re struggling mentally, but overall he has the most toxic need for you to be completely dependent on him

You haven’t been eating enough recently? Of course he’ll make sure to restock your kitchen for you! You don’t have enough energy to even get up and make yourself something? He’ll do it for you. You probably sleep a lot and it’s easier for him to sneak in and cook something for you so that way when you wake up, you can just eat whatever he made!

Either you’re sleeping too much or too little, either way Ani will help. If you’re absolutely restless at night, he’ll do everything he can to help you relax. Make you a cup of tea, use aromatherapy, put on some background noise that isn’t distracting, and if you already have sleeping pills, he’ll make sure you take them.

Speaking of pills, any kind of medication you take whether it’s for your depression, or maybe you take some for anxiety, or to just stabilize your mood. He’ll make sure it’s in a reachable place, probably on your bedside table so you can take it without even getting out of bed.

On the off chance that you’re suicidal, you can bet your ass that he’s taking everything out of your apartment that could harm you. You won’t have access to your medication bottles, in fear that you’ll overdose. You wouldn’t have any sharp knives, razors, rope, etc. Anything that he thinks could end your life, will be moved into his place until further notice.

If you’re struggling with hygiene, he’ll still be there for you. Of course he can’t force you to get up and take a shower but he’ll make it easier on you. He’ll leave your toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, whatever else you have for your oral hygiene on your bedside table, maybe a vanity or desk if you have one in your room.

He’d make sure to put clean clothes on your bathroom counter, knowing damn well that if you do shower, you probably wouldn’t even pick out clean clothes.

Most of your laundry is probably dirty, so he’d take it upon himself to make sure that you have clean clothes, if you’re actually out of bed, maybe on a walk to get some sunlight, he’ll even wash your bedding and sheets.

If you’re actually out of the house, it’s honestly a miracle. Being home all day long makes it harder for him to sneak in, although if your sleep schedule is fucked up enough, it makes it easier for him to sneak in during the day. If you’re out of the house, he’d for sure be inside your home, making sure that everything is taken care of. Trash taken out, dishes done, floors swept and mopped.

Your financial situation can be tricky, if you have a job then it helps that you’re out of the house, if you’re unemployed, he’d definitely make sure you have all the money you need. Maybe you’re rich and don’t have to worry about money. But maybe you also work from home and need to get work done on your laptop. Anything you didn’t finish up, he’ll finish for you.

If you’re in college, he’d help with your schoolwork load, making sure any essays are done on time.

If you’re isolating yourself from people, it would give him a sick kind of happiness, knowing that you don’t need anyone but him. Although he’d still feel bad, knowing that social interaction is important for mental health. He’d make sure that your friends and family stop by. Maybe he steals your phone and texts them, or maybe they just decide to stop by. Either way, he’ll make sure you’re awake and ready to meet them.

He knows how important it is to get off your phone when depressed, he’d probably delete all the social media off your phone, even going as far as to set up a parental lock on the AppStore so anytime you want to download something, you’d need a code.

He’d make sure you have access to your hobbies and passions. Reconnecting with those things will make you feel better. If you’re an artist, you better expect to see new sketchbooks, pencils, markers, paints, canvases, all of it.

Okay that’s all I’ve been thinking about ❤️

[munsoninthedark86]

Sleepover With Eddie Munson

warnings: smuttiness, fluffiness, mentions of sex toys, mentions of taking drugs, period mention. pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader(might be more fem POV but I kept them neutral)

He panics the first time you come over to spend the night. Eddie decides to clean his room, but it’s too much work that he just decides to change his sheets and take out the trash. Hell, he might even take the dirty dishes out of his room too.

Eddie is a big sweetheart about it. He’ll do anything to make sure you have a good time with him. You can expect this man to literally make the night all about you.

He goes out of his way to buy some toiletries for you and even gets you a new towel, in case you need to shower. Eddie even bought some stuff in case you were to get your period.

If you don’t have any pajamas to wear(or you so conveniently forgot some), Eddie will lend you something to wear. If you suggest wearing his Hellfire shirt, he’ll just about die. Just that and some underwear, and you’ll have him on his knees for you.

Eddie doesn’t really know how to cook well, but he’ll try his best to do so just for you. If you would prefer, he’ll order a pizza. Or he will take you out for dinner.

Any way you look at it, Eddie is going to absolutely spoil you. He’ll light up some incense, put on your favorite album, even let you play his guitar or he’ll play it for you. Eddie wants the whole night to go perfectly well.

Eddie will pull out his favorite and best stash just for you. You’ll be smoking Eddie’s best stuff he can get his hands on. If you want something a little stronger, Eddie will get it for you. You’ll have a great time tripping together, if that’s what you want to do.

If it’s a school night, Eddie will still want you to come over. In the morning, if you were to wake him up with coffee and breakfast, he’d probably want to marry you.

If it’s not a school night, Eddie will stay up late with you and he’ll sleep in the next morning. You can expect to be part of his snuggle pile when you wake up in the morning. And he’s not letting you go.

Eddie gets the best sleep for the first time in a long time. He doesn’t sleep a lot, and he blames most of it on the trauma lived in his life. But with you there, he sleeps like a log.

NSFW

Of course, if you’re spending the night, Eddie wants to fuck. Even when you don’t stay the night, Eddie loves to fuck. He’s got a pretty high sex drive, but he likes to keep things monogamous when it comes to you.

Eddie stocks up on condoms and lube for whenever you come over. He likes to make sure you know you’ve got lots of options when it comes to having sex with him.

Also, he’s got a nice little trunk with all kinds of goodies. Handcuffs, riding crops, leather restraints, a vibrator…Eddie knows what you like, but the man also has specific tastes as well.

Despite that, Eddie is a big fan of slow and lazy fucking. He’ll throw on a movie and he’ll pump into you lazily from behind while you’re on the couch. Good luck trying to pay attention to the plot.

Once you’re all stoned and feeling giggly and bubbly, Eddie brings you to his bed and he pulls down your pants and underwear. He’ll look at you softly through his big doe eyes, and he kisses a trail down your body.

Be prepared for hours of oral. Eddie loves going down on you and turning you into a complete moaning mess. Tug on his hair, make him grunt and groan against you. He’ll be rutting into the mattress as he brings you to a messy, wet orgasm.

He loves putting on loud music and fucking you so hard that you scream louder than the album he’s got playing. It just makes him feel so proud that he can make you feel this good.

The aftercare is top notch. Eddie will do everything to make sure you feel comfortable and loved afterwards. You wanted to spend the night with him after all, so he wants to make sure you like spending the night.

If you want to have a shower, Eddie might suggest some heated shower sex. This becomes a bit more awkward in terms of position, but he’ll make it happen.

You’ll leave his place with some fresh lovebites and marks all over your neck, chest and anywhere he thought was a good place to leave them. Nobody will ever think that you are available. Only Eddie fuckin’ Munson can touch you.

[love-lilly02]

LILLY PLS IM SUPER DOWN BAD FOR SOME TF141 DRABBLES RN

OK IDEA: HOW THEY SHOW THEIR AFFECTION/LOVE LANGUAGE 💥👊

KEEPING IT BROAD CAUSE I WANNA SEE YOU BE CREATIVE 🤭

MWAH DONT FEEL FORCED EITHER

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RAAAA DUCK ANNON IS BACK‼️‼️‼️

i’m so sorry i didn’t see this by the way, i was cleaning😕😕

Anyways we’ll start off with Price, i think he’s definitely a words of affirmation person or gift giving. in the beginning he leaves you small things, a flower (yes, a singular flower.) with a letter saying it’s pretty like you, poems, treats hidden around your room. Once the two of you are together though he’s going all out. Flowers every week (he keeps one so he knows when it’s time to buy more), text messages with poems and paragraphs, date nights, shopping sprees. (emphasis on the shopping, you can look at something for too long and it’s in your apartment the next day.) i also don’t really see price as a touchy person, but he likes when you hold his hand or his arm (imagine period drama arm holding), ESPECIALLY around the boys.

Johnny next, this man is touchy to ALL hell. your on the counter? he’s got your ass. standing there doing ANYTHING? he’s around you, holding your waist, putting his chin on your shoulder, all of the above. In public he’s got your hand, your arm, your waist, any part of you he can grab. he’s also a flirter, to the BIGGEST extent, i mean this man will take one look at you and spew out so many compliments you think he’s got them pre written down. their also never the same compliments, ever. how he has so many you’ll never know. I don’t see him as a gifts person but if you express an intrest in certain things it will pop up from time to time.

Kyle is a bit tricky for me, because i don’t write him often. I think he’s a reassurance person, if you’re not feeling well he’s there or he’ll always say he loves you or something. Definitely someone who believes actions speak louder than words, which means everything in your house is getting done for you. dishes? he washed them an hour ago. trash needs taking out? oh don’t worry love, i got that. He just likes taking care of you, doesn’t really mind the busywork. And don’t you dare feel bad for it, he’s right there scolding you for it, saying that he wants to do those things, that he wants to help you. He’s definitely a clingy person, but not out in public. poor kid’s too shy for that, but at home he’s all over you. his favorite position is to lie with his head on your stomach, watching something on the telly while you read or scroll on your phone. definitely not because he falls asleep easier in that position.

Ghost is my favorite of them all. at first he just ignores you, i mean once this man realizes he has feelings you NEVER see him around😭 and then he gets over himself and somehow apologizes (how he got over himself, we’ll never know) and slowly starts going around you again, but that’s literally it. You don’t think anything else is wrong, wouldn’t even be able to tell something was different if it weren’t for all the people that started going missing. You complain about a co worker? their gone the next morning. some rookie is pissing you off? oddly enough he got deployed and killed in combat. you never understand it, especially when no one questions the disappearances or just where the people went. That’s how ghost loves you, by keeping you happy. Simon on the other hand, takes a much more direct approach with his love. Once ghost is done with his “i’ll kill you if you touch her” bs he’s confessing to you, buying you flowers for the first date (only then, for some reason?) taking you somewhere nice. The whole shabang for his pretty thing. He’s also a nicknames person, some of his favorite being “love, lovie, princess” and sometimes “thing” when you really make him mad. he’s just like kyle, shy in public but a fucking PUPPY at home. you try to get up in the morning, he’s got you trapped under him in seconds. you leave a room, he’s tailing after you, your cooking in the kitchen he’s right behind you, if you don’t yell at him to get off. it’s never suffocating, though. In public he’ll hold your waist or your hand, that’s about it.

i feel like i kind of got off topic at some points but those are hot takes off the top of my head🥳🥳 lmk if yall want an nsfw version

[sadhours]

This thought of a fic just popped into my head and I thought you might enjoy it:

Billy being brash and a little cold about something, maybe even scolding you about something.

Whatever it is, It pisses you off.

You end up getting in a fight with him. It escalates loudly and you're just over it.

You slap him and walk away but he grabs your hand after it connects with his cheek.. furious.. but he liked it?.. a little too much

OOh!!! I love it! I hope you like this...

warnings: arguing, slapping, billy kind of being a dick, smut

Billy’s in the kitchen making himself some coffee. He impatiently leans on the counter, the craving for nicotine heightening his sensitivities. It bothered him severely that when you two had moved into this tiny house, you very firmly told him he could not smoke in it. You see, Billy isn’t the best at patience. He wants the instant gratification. He wants a goddamn cigarette as soon as he wakes up. He wants to smoke half of it while he waits for the coffee and enjoy the other half with it. Now he has to fucking wait.

The coffee is dripping into the pot too slowly, the news you turned on is too loud and when you walk into the kitchen to place your glass of wine from the night before into the sink that’s already accumulated too many dirty dishes and toss a chocolate wrapper in the overflowing trash and then turn to walk back into the living room, he can’t help but lash out and relieve a bit of his irritation.

“Jesus,” he scoffs, “Are you that lazy?”

You freeze at his tone, matching his irritability as you turn around, “Excuse me?”

“You go to a put a dish in the sink, you see it’s full, do the dishes,” he bites, “You see the trash is full, take it out. It's so fucking simple."

Your blood boils, you’re literally cleaning up the living room while you wait for the coffee. He’s standing in the kitchen just staring at it dripping into the pot and he’s got the nerve to call you lazy.

“If it fucking bugs you so bad, why don’t you do it?” you challenge, crossing your arms as you glare at him.

“I need a cigarette before I do anything,” he retorts with a breezy tone like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You scoff, “Give me a fucking break.” With a roll of your eyes you turn to make your way back to the living room to continue cleaning up.

Billy calls out after you, “Just fucking do it. Stop being lazy.”

“Lazy?” you stomp back in the kitchen and poke his chest, “I do practically all of the cleaning around here. In fact, I don’t think you’ve ever cleaned a bathroom in your goddamn life and you have the fucking nerve to call me lazy?”

Billy squints his eyes at you, “I clean.”

You laugh and it makes Billy’s cheeks heat up, whenever you two fought and you laughed it would just make him angrier. Like you were doing it to make him feel stupid when in reality he just said stupid things sometimes. You did too.

“Whatever,” he scoffs again, “You’re being a fucking brat.”

“A brat?” you place a hand on your hip and look at him dumbfounded.

“Just take the fucking constructive criticism, you don’t have to turn everything into a fucking argument,” he rebuts, “You’re acting like a real bitch.”

Smack! Your palm connects with Billy’s cheek, not nearly as hard as you wanted but enough to get your point across. You turn to walk away but Billy’s hand is grabbing your wrist and holding your hand where you’d just slapped him.

“Did you just fucking slap me?” he heaves, a slight twinge of anger still there but there's also something else...

You look at him and the whole demeanor of his face has changed, he doesn’t seem too concerned about the messy kitchen or the need for a cigarette anymore. He downright looked aroused, you recognized the dark, glassy eyes and the particular one sided tug on the corner of his lips. You glance down to see the bulge in his pajama pants growing and you look back to his eyes with your own intrigued, wide ones.

“Do it again,” he orders.

Your thighs begin to tingle, heat rising through your body and once Billy’s hand drops from yours, you wind up and smack him across the face again, this time harder. He grunts at the contact, eyes fluttering shut with a big, satisfied smile spreading across his face. You giggle as you grab onto his wrist and drag him to the bedroom, coffee can wait.

You push him down onto the mattress, standing at the end of it as you pull off your flimsy satin pajama set. His eyes rake across you, propping himself up on his elbows and you see the redness still stinging his cheek, just as aroused by it as he is. You eagerly grab onto the bottoms of his pajama pants, tugging them down his legs and he lifts his hips to help. His cock springs free, the tip angry and red on display for you as it leaks more than you’ve ever witnessed. You groan hungrily, climbing on top of him and grabbing his length. You hover over him, lining him up with your dripping center and lowering yourself down on him in a swift, determined motion. He pokes at your g-spot upon impact and you gasp out, eyes narrowing in on him while you prepare to give him everything he didn’t know he wanted.

Billy bites his lip, watching you in earnest as he anticipates what your next move is. There’s no time for languid strokes, you’re already more than half way there and you’re feeling zealous. You bounce up and down on him hastily, your face contorting in concentration as you observe his reactions. When you decide he deserves it again, you deliver another slap to his cheek. The impact stings your palm, smiling deviously as Billy groans loudly. When you pull your hand away, his cheek is unbelievably flushed and the way he looks at you is something you’ve never seen before. Covetous like he can’t get enough and he’s willing to beg you for more.

Billy is distraught but painfully turned on at the same time. The stinging in his cheek and the force of the blows courtesy of you are making him feel something he’s never experienced before. He’s worked up like never before so he is desperate for more, for you to dominate him in this moment. And Billy always wants control, he’s the one who dictates when you cum but here he is, an absolute mess at the role reversal. If you slap him one more time he’s sure he’ll bust. He likes the bossy look on your face, likes knowing that you’re also getting off on this.

You’re hips falter and you furrow your brows, telling Billy that you’re as close as he is.

He holds his breath in anticipation when he sees you raise your hand again, absolutely giddy at the prospect of earning another strike. This one is loud, the sharp sound filling the room as Billy unloads inside of you with a cry. You grab onto his face and force him to look up at you as you ride him harder, funneling in on your own orgasm. You feel tears tickling your fingers holding onto Billy’s cheeks as you squish them together and you grunt out while waves of ecstasy crash over you.

You collapse next to him, heaving for a beat before you think, Oh, shit. Aftercare. and turn to cuddle up to your boyfriend. He’s never made you go without.

But he’s pushing you off and standing up, grabbing his pants and jumping into them. You look up at him curiously and then you roll your eyes as he places a Marlboro between his lips and opens the door.

“Now, go do those fucking dishes,” he says playfully with a wink.

Damn, him.

[ms0milk]

hashira relationship hcs !

| hashira x gn!reader (sfw)

a/n: + Muichiro is a literal child, so no i’m not diving into that one– thanks for the reqs y’all!

Tengen

he’ll charm parents

he’ll charm siblings

he’ll charm pets

Tengen’s the kind of man that makes your great grandma horny you feel me

i just know being in a relationship with this gentleman is out of the mfing galaxy

Tengen wants to comb your hair slowly in the shower no matter hOW LONG it takes

he wants to sit and talk with you for hours over delicious food

he wants to make you laugh so hard you cry

Tengen is an experience

like he’s the concierge at five star luxury hotel but the hotel is just his fucking body

If anyone was going to be that irritating mfer who always wants to wear matching outfits it’s this guy

and when he’s finished with you, you’re always just slightly too dressed up for the outing

you two are gonna be the most fuckable people at the grocery store and that’s an Uzui guarantee

and don’t get me started on your girlfriends

the Uzuis are the gift that keeps on giving

Tengen is the boyfriend that just never stops taking your picture

or bragging to anyone who’ll listen

his teammates

his boss

fucking demons– i mean anyone with ears

“They’re just, just– you know?”

“Yes, Tengen we all know.”

“Like,, picture a spring morning– probably like 76° because that’s the perfect kind of day– and there’s laughter in the dis–”

“WE KNOW TENGEN”

adoration doesn’t take time off sorry

Sanemi

one single solitary word

Clingy.

Sanemi Shinazugawa is too embarrassed to admit you’re the first person that he’s truly, fully in love with

he’s too cool for puppy love!

you don’t push him to be physical, you don’t overstep his boundaries

aagbpebepbk do you want him to be obsessed with you?? you’d better stop being so goddamn respectful of his trauma

and still he somehow shows up in the corner of every room you’re ever in

“Sanemi, do you um, need something?”

“Huh? I’m concentrating, leave me be.”

Sure he’s concentrating, but he’s also kneeling in the doorway of the living room pretending to read a book on the floor

“Um..Nemi, I can weed the garden on my own.”

He’s squatting next to you, handing you the tools he thinks you’ll need before you can reach for them

“You’re too slow, this is faster.”

Right, of course.

“Are you sure you don’t need to talk about something?”

Your bathroom isn’t even big enough for two people to brush their teeth at the sink side by side like this

“You said my morning breath was smelly, make up your mind– y’not want me to fix it?”

This..is simply not what you meant

Sanemi also prides himself in his masculinity!

He’s carrying groceries

He’s taking out the trash

Massaging that spot on your back that’s always tight for some reason

He’s tending to the yard

Defending you from the sputtering cooking oil at dinner time!

but not because he’s obsessed with you or anything oh god no

Rengoku

my knees fold backwards from how weak he makes me

Rengoku writes you love letters

pride & prejudice levels of longing

letters you gotta take breaks from while reading or you’ll just implode

when you’re both too busy with work to see each other as often as you’d like, he knows this is the fastest way to feel close to you again

y/n wrote these thoughts with their own hands

he could stare at the page and run his fingers over the lettering without reading a single word, just lost in imagining what the world around you looked like while you were writing this to him

Rengoku is also an excellent houseguest

no clumsily broken dishes, not a pillow out of place, not even a single heavy footstep

and oh my lord

does he do chores like a champ

he knows you have a busy work day ahead of you?

that laundry’s going to be washed, folded, and dried before you get home

you’re not feeling well?

the bathroom is clean, the kitchen is stocked, there’s fresh cut flowers in your bedroom

you’re recovering from a mission?

househusband activate

he’s strapping on his haori and BLASTING the house into perfect working order

the only downside is that this man cannot cook to save his life

it’s Rengoku’s dream to take you home with him and introduce you to his brother

to stop you from assaulting his father

to visit his mother’s grave together

he just KNOWS you’re what he’s always been looking for

and that anyone who loves him, will love you even more

Obanai

the definition of fangirl behavior

this is the man that’s gonna take a knee to tie your shoe in public

cuz he’s got that phat ooey gooey crush on you

Iguro’s a pretty quiet fella when there aren’t any assholes to antagonize

so this sweetheart just lives to provide for you

he likes to know you’re feeling full because you ate his cooking

he likes to see you wear the clothes he bought you while away on missions

(he never comes back from a mission empty handed, oh my god can you imagine)

similarly he likes to know you’re sound asleep because he’s the one who tired you out

even though he’s not the most flamboyant, everyone around you is just about blinded by how bright his eyes shine for you

they’re a fucking traffic hazard

they’re sending ships to their doom on the coastline in a storm

from your perspective he’s just thoughtful and loyal

like you fit together effortlessly

but to everyone looking from the outside in

they can clearly see Obanai frantically pulling all the parts of his plan together so your day goes without a hitch

i’m talking,, filling potholes in town with his own hands so you never even have to avoid a puddle

goat bf behavior

Kaburamaru is even more clingy, and likes to wind across your shoulders as you work, or snuggle in your long sleeves on rainy days

the best part of Obanai’s day is falling asleep with you knowing he spent yet another day worshiping the ground you walk on

he likes to cuddle with either one of your heads on the other’s chest because no matter which position he’s in, he gets to fall asleep listening to the sound of your hearts beating together

Mitsuri

you’re not leaving her house without lip balm, sunscreen, and a full belly

the queen of absolute pampering

Mitsuri in a relationship is simply a top tier emotional fluffer

“baby try a bite of this and tell me what it needs”

“Y/n honey hold still, you’ve got leaves in your hair”

“come to me baby, i’ll zip that up for you”

Mitsuri LOVES spending time in the garden with her apiary

and her little beekeeping hat is too goddamn cute for you not to join her

she wants to share the things that make her happy with you more than anything!

well, not more than she wants to spend hours staring at you longingly from across the dinner table

you’re shopping at markets together

learning to cook new things together

going on trips to the beach, city, and countryside together

she’s big on casual PDA

wants to walk hand in hand, or at least pinky in pinky

makes sure her feet are at least touching yours under the table when you’re out to eat

loves LOVES when you ask her to wash your back in the shower

she’s so fucking sappy she wants to fall alseep with your foreheads pressed together, hand in hand

i’m trembling as i write this oh my god she’s perfect

basically just a life of luxury and companionship

and learning the secret to how she smells so goddamn good

Shinobu

she knows one of your favorite parts about her is her voice

so she loves reading out loud to you when you both have some down time

actually, one of her favorite things to do with you is nothing at all!

chatting a bit here and there, but generally doing your own separate things together

= Shinobu’s happy place

her brain is always going a million miles a minute, so the fact that you’re more than happy to take a nap in her lab while she works is seriously soothing

it’s an insecurity of hers don’t tell anyone that her lifestyle isn’t compatible with having a partner or a family

so the fact that you’re happy to work around her chaotic schedule is more comforting to her than you can know

Shinobu isn’t big on PDA but she capital-L Loves showing you off like her trophy

to people working the stands in the market

at pillar meetings

to her patients in the infirmary

if it wasn’t so dangerous she’d take you on missions just to brag about your beauty in every village across the country

she’s also stern

and so hard on herself

so don’t forget to call her something silly a few times a day

“hey hey now Crabapple, we can’t beat the patients just because they’re irritating”

“ahoy Sunshine! look at the butterflies in the garden today!”

you’re a nice balancing force in her life

you make her feel vulnerable and brave

oh, and don’t forget to help her channel her simmering rage!

take her outside by the hand with a soft smile, hand her a dish, and just smash that shit!

“c’mon Ko! you’ve been tense all day, break something with me!”

she’ll follow you to the ends of the earth

Giyuu

touch starved sonofabitch

that and an unwavering loyalty is what he’s bringing to the table

literally just run your fingers through his hair when you wake up and he’ll be fully recharged for the next 12 hours

in all seriousness, Giyuu has always found that the people he loves the most are taken from him

so before he can even admit how much he cares for you

before he even really realizes it

you need to be patient with this poor man

the actions that mean the most to him aren’t monetary or service-based

just show up

if you say you’re going to do something, do it

you say you’re always going to be there for him?

you better prove that shit baby

it’s the very second you burst through the doors of the butterfly mansion infirmary that it fully hits him

“Tomioka! Oh my god–”

“You came.”

“I–! I– what? Of course I came! You’re injured!”

“How did you know?”

“You weren’t at your house when I went over to check! Tomioka I can’t– you said you would be careful!”

sure you’re screaming at him and throwing the nurses into a tailspin with demands of ‘more pillows’ and ‘i need a chair goddammit’

but you’re so worried about him all he can do is smile

i think the best way to love Giyuu is just so overtly is feels silly

love him loudly

and he’ll just fall in love with you right back

he’ll always invite you to join him even if it seems ridiculous

“um, no thanks. I don’t really want to go to the bathroom with you baby.”

“okay, just checking.”

cutie

“i’m going to get a glass of water, do you want to come?”

“could you just…bring me one back?”

he’s just a perfect scrungly boy who’s new to the whole, being-loved-out-loud thing

Gyomei

doesn’t ever and i mean EVER open up to people

even when you start dating

he’s the toughest goddamned nut

he’s caring sure

i mean

is there even a word for the way he cares for you?

he’ll meet you at your work to walk you home everyday

he’ll tuck you in if you fall asleep hanging out and then sleep on the bare floor beside your bed so you don’t get uncomfortable

he’ll peel those little white strings off your clementines– i mean truly he does want to take care of you

and you love the attention don’t get me wrong

but sometimes you want him to just let loose a bit!

joke around with you

so you remind him sternly one morning that you’re “not a child!” when he offers to help you get dressed

“Of course you’re not.”

“No Himejima, listen to me!”

what else would he be doing

“You don’t have to protect my feelings, I’m your equal.”

it’s a small little comment, but it’s effective

right

you’re not like the people from his past

you’re not going to trick him

you’re not going to use him

if you were, you would’ve done it already!

it takes a few weeks but he starts to smile more

starts asking for help

he even laughed when you splashed him in the bath, so hard it startled you!

he fluctuates, but overall his adventurous partner is helping him to open up slowly but surely

[morallygreyyn]

when the hxh boys want cuddles (hc)

warnings: fluff ig if you’re emo

characters: kurapika, hisoka, illumi

authors note: was kinda bored and thought fuck it, why not so here’s how I imagine the hxh boys would ask for cuddles! this is a reach and just for funsies this is literal trash I swear

Requests are open!

what kurapika wants: snuggles

what he gets: strUGGLES

pls this boy just needs a hug

preferably one that makes him feel like he matters, like someone cares for him

he’s just really stressed out and desperate for some sort of comfort

so when it’s just the two of you alone after a really long and stressful day, boy slowly comes to the realisation that he wants your arms around him, soothing away his worries for a while

he needed to be held

now the key was how was he going to ask you

usually kurapika could be counted on for his calm composure and sound reasoning

when it comes to feelings however? think again because this boy has NO idea how to deal with them

he considers asking but he just can’t get the words out

“hey y/n, are you busy or do you have a moment?”

he has all your moments tbh so you were over to him like a shot

boy couldn’t even finish his sentence

you had always been quite attune to his needs and wants, seemingly knowing kurapika better than himself sometimes so when you saw him sitting on the edge of the couch, twiddling his thumbs and looking for all the world that he needed some comfort, you knew exactly what to do

you swiftly sat next to him and pulled the blonde into your arms, cradling his head against your chest.

you could hear him sigh and melt into your touch, especially when you ran your fingers through his hair

“thanks.” he murmured, nestling against you, already forgetting about his burdens for the time being

“any time.” you kissed the top of his head

you two stayed like that, even when you had moved to the bedroom

kurapika fell asleep in your arms and had one of the most restful nights sleep he had gotten in a long while

we all know hisoka isn’t a stranger to physical touch

he’s absolutely psychotic but this man knows how to dish out a caress, an embrace and many other things that aren’t so lovely

damn boy what those hands do

i imagine hisoka to be quite a touchy feely lover so i don’t think he would be shy whenever he wanted some physical attention

he would just have to look with those narrowed eyes and sly smile for you to know he wanted something

“i don’t trust that smile.”

“you never do.” he remarked, drawing closer to you

“i’m about to be attacked aren’t I?”

as expected, hisoka pounced and you were engulfed in this man’s long arms

it really wouldn’t matter what you were doing, whether you were busy or not

if hisoka wanted a hug, he was gonna get one

you stood motionless for a moment, trying to process what had happened in the last three seconds and when your brain finally caught up you returned the embrace

“you could’ve asked you know.”

“but where’s the fun in that?”

does this man even understand the concept of hugging

i don’t think illumi has ever been hugged once in his life

i also don’t think he would know that he wanted one

you were a daring individual, you were dating illumi for crying out loud

unconfirmed by him as he never gave you much to go on, you just knew he had somewhat of a soft spot for you seeing as he never killed you after all of your pestering

so you took that as a good sign

you had never met someone who was more emotionally constipated as the eldest zoldyck sibling

but you knew deep deep deep down, he secretly wanted a hug

he just didn’t know it yet

“illumi?”

“hm?”

“do you want a hug?”

this boy has no idea how to comprehend that question, he just stares at you with his trademark blank expression

“what?”

you repeated yourself and got the same response

not one to be deterred, you slowly approached the stoic assassin as if he were an untamed tiger

you were very close to him now and had stretched out your arms, his gaze never leaving you

“what are you doing?”

“what does it look like? i’m gonna give you a hug.”

“why?” there didn’t appear to be any anger in his tone, only mild confusion mixed with his unenthused way of speaking

“because i want to, and i know you secretly want one.” illumi never bothered to reply to that one

ever so slowly you inched closer until you had successfully managed to wrap your arms around his waist and his arms as he never moved them from his sides

hugging him tightly, you rested your head on his shoulder

“see now isn’t this nice.”

illumi didn’t respond. but he didn’t move out of your embrace either

he would never admit it but you knew he secretly liked it

you stayed like that for a minute before deciding to pull away, not wanting to push your luck any further

“lemme know if you ever want another one!” you winked at him before leaving the room

you didn’t know it and he would never say it, but illumi’s usually frozen heart jumped when you had hugged him 

he would never ask for another but he thought maybe hugs weren’t so bad after all 

and if you ever offered another one he wouldn’t be in a position to decline

[belphiesgirlfriend]

Judging Obey me! Brothers bedrooms/hcs cause why not

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Lucifer:

• freakishly neat

• like you know those people that are so perfect/symmetrical that they’re almost scary, that’s his room

• type of guy to say “ah i was just tidying up, this place is such a mess!” and one thing on his desk is moved a centimeter to the left

• satan and belphie definitely come in there sometimes and move everything off by an inch

• it fucking enrages him

• he gets on the brothers asses to clean their rooms

• they don’t listen

• at most, if he’s drunk or had a really long day he might leave his clothes on the floor or his toothbrush out

• he’s such an old man he’d be doing math equations to fold his fucking sheets exactly

• really though, i feel like it’s a total control thing

• i mean my dudes entire life is out of his control, a pride demon, who’s very about control

• his brothers don’t really listen to him, he’s indebted to diavolo, etc.

• i think it probably brings him a lot of comfort to have one controlled space for himself, where he knows where everything is and has everything how he wants it

• sorry got a little deep but yk

• also???? the skeleton dude??????

• like i love him he’s iconic BUT WHY LMAO

• imagine you wake up in the middle of the night AND IT FUCKING MOVES

• nah i’d be packing my bags and staying at purgatory hall for the rest of the week thank you!

• coming back with a bible and some holy water

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Mammon:

• complete and utter 180

• his room is such a mess it’s a problem

• plates, glasses, ramen cups, wrappers, all over his nightstand and floor

• when the garbage is going out he’ll come down the stairs balancing so much trash he could make a goddamn acrobat jealous😭

• only thing that’s truly spotless is his car

• if you nag him enough he’ll clean up a bit though, though definitely complain

• clothes are a whole other thing, he has an insane amount of clothing, not more than asmo, but a genuinely absurd amount

• because of this, his floor is always covered in clothes

• his room is probably one of the messiest, rivaled only by belphie

• but mammon definitely wins by a long shot

• the biggest reason his rooms a mess is just cause of the pure amount of stuff he has

• bros a grade A hoarder, he’s got stuff in there you didn’t even think existed

• he also just,, isn’t in his room super often

• he likes going out and doing stuff, plus he’s usually working jobs + modeling to fund his spending

• and if he’s not, then he’s probably in mc’s room so it makes sense he doesn’t care as much

• his bathroom though…is surprisingly clean

•on the surface at least

• he’s got a shit ton of skincare and hygiene products, some makeup too (definitelyyy not stolen from asmo)

• he’s a model so he definitely takes good care of himself

• though..i don’t think he’d ever deep clean his bathroom, or know to, if you asked him he’d be like “what no?? the sink cleans itself with the water!”💀

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Levi:

• his room really isn’t all that dirty

• i mean he’s in there all the time so it’s at the very least habitable

• his biggest issue is really just having a bunch of dirty dishes he’s too “busy” to take down to the kitchen

• his idea of busy is being huddled up in blankets watching season 3 of “I’m a generic anime protagonist who just met a really pretty girl at school but i’m painfully socially awkward and then i find out she’s my childhood friend who moved away???”

• his figures though…

• shockingly well taken care of, like he’s literally the perfect owner he cleans and dusts them obsessively

• if anyone touches them, he knows.

• he has them positioned in a very specific way, he’s able to notice even the slightest discrepancy

• he’s a really good caretaker to the things he cares about

• henry 2.0 for example, his tank is always spotless, he’s well fed and treated very well.

• levi is also very hygienic, he takes good care of himself too generally,

• though he sometimes needs to be reminded to eat, drink, sleep, etc. cause of a new anime or game coming out

•when that happens he’s even more holed up in his room, if he’s close with the mc he might drag them with him, prepare yourself to be trapped in there

• his setup is godly, i don’t know much about pc building but i know he has the good shit

• you’ve seen his room, bro has 4 monitors WHO NEEDS THAT MANY?!?!?!?

• got the mic with the pop filter too you know he’s absolutely violating the other people in the cod lobby

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Satan:

• messy, but not dirty

• cluttered would probably be the best word

• his main issue is just his INSANE amount of books and cat hair…lots of cat hair.

• when he’s fostering a cat his bed is covered in the stuff it’s horrible

• the cat may be cute but the full sized scarf you can make out of its hair sure isn’t!

• you better hope your mc isn’t allergic cause you literally won’t be able to enter his room if you are

• not to say he doesn’t clean it, cause he does, he has that sticky rolly thingy

•but i swear to god it’s like it’s glitter THERES ALWAYS MORE😭😭

• his books are a fucking hazard

• cause why are the stacks so high and so close to his bed💀

• i know for a fact they’ve collapsed on him while he was sleeping

• multiple times

• he’s learned not to keep any cursed books in the stacks by his bed as a result of this

• also with that fucking candle right there???????

• bro has no self preservation skills apparently

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Asmo:

• goes without saying, he’s neat

• not a clean freak like lucifer, but he likes to have everything in order to make his life easier

• his makeup and skincare especially, he has a mini fridge for it and all

• an absurd amount of perfume too, his room is like a bath and body works but with more high end stuff

• this extends to his bags too, if your out or at RAD and need perfume he’s gonna pull out like 6 and be like “take your pick!”

• but back to his room, his room smells so fucking good

• it also just has a really calming energy, it’s very comfy

• he’s strict though, no outside clothes on his bed, shoes off at the door, etc. etc.

• there’s usually a lot of bags around from his shopping sprees

• type of dude to have a white noise machine or something when he sleeps just get that vibe from him

• another clutter guy, his room is one of the best with cleanliness, but there’s lots of stuff in his room, it’s cute though, he pulls it off

• i really don’t have any complaints about his room at all, it’s cute and clean so he gets a pass

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Beel:

•hmmm

•i’m putting beel and belphie’s separate cause i’m criticizing their separate sides

• he’s not overly clean but not overly dirty either

• his room really is a perfect limbo

• except for his bed

• his bed is fucking disgusting

• i just know theres crumbs EVERYWHERE

• you lie in his bed and it makes a fucking crunch sound

• okay joking he’s not that nasty, i’m sure he’d probably change his sheets frequently

• if for no other reason, cause of belphie getting annoyed at him cause his beds uncomfy to lay on

• but with all the midnight snacking he does i would not be surprised if he brought half the fridge back with him at night

• his room itself i’m thinking is pretty clean, probably some clothes on the floor etc, but he never lets it get too bad

• unlike some people (i am staring directly at mammon and belphie)

• when he has his midnight escapades he pretty much always brings the dishes back in the morning so it’s not a huge problem.

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Belphie:

• clothes everywhere

• him and mammon definitely are the worst offenders

• but listen he probably doesn’t let it get nearly as bad as mammons cause of him trying to be considerate of beel

• but if he was in a room alone…good god

• he just simply doesn’t have the energy to put shit away

• some things will sit on his floor for weeks, months, years, decades, before he moves it

• a lot of the time it winds up being beel who grabs his stuff and puts it where it’s supposed to be

• this is why he’s such a brat, always getting spoiled smh

• his bed though..

• the most comfortable thing you will ever have the privilege of laying on

• there’s so many blankets and a shitload of pillows, it smells good, ur instantly so warm and comfy and the mattress is so soft you literally sink into it

• it feels like you’re literally on a cloud you’ll never find a better sleeping spot

• no wonder he never wants to get up

• i cant help but think that the twins room is a little boring, so it’s hard to give a lot of commentary on it

• i wish there was more personality like with the other bedrooms in the HOL

• seriously though they gave them the 2017 opposite twins sims 4 speedbuild delux😭

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[starsthatpiercedthesky]

Sleepover with Eddie Munson

warnings: smuttiness, fluffiness, mentions of sex toys, mentions of taking drugs, period mention. pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader(might be more fem POV but I kept them neutral)

He panics the first time you come over to spend the night. Eddie decides to clean his room, but it’s too much work that he just decides to change his sheets and take out the trash. Hell, he might even take the dirty dishes out of his room too.

Eddie is a big sweetheart about it. He’ll do anything to make sure you have a good time with him. You can expect this man to literally make the night all about you.

He goes out of his way to buy some toiletries for you and even gets you a new towel, in case you need to shower. Eddie even bought some stuff in case you were to get your period.

If you don’t have any pajamas to wear(or you so conveniently forgot some), Eddie will lend you something to wear. If you suggest wearing his Hellfire shirt, he’ll just about die. Just that and some underwear, and you’ll have him on his knees for you.

Eddie doesn’t really know how to cook well, but he’ll try his best to do so just for you. If you would prefer, he’ll order a pizza. Or he will take you out for dinner.

Any way you look at it, Eddie is going to absolutely spoil you. He’ll light up some incense, put on your favorite album, even let you play his guitar or he’ll play it for you. Eddie wants the whole night to go perfectly well.

Eddie will pull out his favorite and best stash just for you. You’ll be smoking Eddie’s best stuff he can get his hands on. If you want something a little stronger, Eddie will get it for you. You’ll have a great time tripping together, if that’s what you want to do.

If it’s a school night, Eddie will still want you to come over. In the morning, if you were to wake him up with coffee and breakfast, he’d probably want to marry you.

If it’s not a school night, Eddie will stay up late with you and he’ll sleep in the next morning. You can expect to be part of his snuggle pile when you wake up in the morning. And he’s not letting you go.

Eddie gets the best sleep for the first time in a long time. He doesn’t sleep a lot, and he blames most of it on the trauma lived in his life. But with you there, he sleeps like a log.

NSFW

Of course, if you’re spending the night, Eddie wants to fuck. Even when you don’t stay the night, Eddie loves to fuck. He’s got a pretty high sex drive, but he likes to keep things monogamous when it comes to you.

Eddie stocks up on condoms and lube for whenever you come over. He likes to make sure you know you’ve got lots of options when it comes to having sex with him.

Also, he’s got a nice little trunk with all kinds of goodies. Handcuffs, riding crops, leather restraints, a vibrator…Eddie knows what you like, but the man also has specific tastes as well.

Despite that, Eddie is a big fan of slow and lazy fucking. He’ll throw on a movie and he’ll pump into you lazily from behind while you’re on the couch. Good luck trying to pay attention to the plot.

Once you’re all stoned and feeling giggly and bubbly, Eddie brings you to his bed and he pulls down your pants and underwear. He’ll look at you softly through his big doe eyes, and he kisses a trail down your body.

Be prepared for hours of oral. Eddie loves going down on you and turning you into a complete pillow princess. Tug on his hair, make him grunt and groan against you. He’ll be rutting into the mattress as he brings you to a messy, wet orgasm.

He loves putting on loud music and fucking you so hard that you scream louder than the album he’s got playing. It just makes him feel so proud that he can make you feel this good.

The aftercare is top notch. Eddie will do everything to make sure you feel comfortable and loved afterwards. You wanted to spend the night with him after all, so he wants to make sure you like spending the night.

If you want to have a shower, Eddie might suggest some heated shower sex. This becomes a bit more awkward in terms of position, but he’ll make it happen. 

You’ll leave his place with some fresh lovebites and marks all over your neck, chest and anywhere he thought was a good place to leave them. Nobody will ever think that you are available. Only Eddie fuckin’ Munson can touch you.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

OC in 15: Kira Sato

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

thx for the tag!!! @topaz-carbuncle

YOOO THE WAY I GOT SO EXCITED TO DUST OFF MY OC

anyway, i screwed around with the raildex universe and created an oc based off that. unfortunately none of this is published because i basically rewrote the entire thing to the point that it's like in a place where it's not original fiction but also not *quite* fanfiction anymore

1) “How does it feel, hmm? To have someone wrap their fist around your heart? Don’t be prepared to dish out pain unless you’re willing to receive it.” Upon seeing his lack of a response, she slightly tilted her head. “I wasn’t able to do Blood Flow before. You and your ‘sensei’ knew that better than anyone, but ever since you attacked me, I’ve only been able to control one medium at a time. Man, I was pissed, but it turns out I have more control if I’m only controlling one. I was never able to do this before, but now thanks to you, I can. Do you understand what’s about to come next?” 

2) “I’m killing again for the sake of this power.” Now that they were dead, the grief returned. She leaned back against a wall, sliding down, her head buried in her hands. “The only way to repay them is to perfect my power. I need to get stronger so I can protect them. Yes, that’s the only way to make sure they didn’t die in vain.”

3) “Oh? So you were wanting to kill me. I should kill you a million times for that, you know!” she yelled out as she squeezed down on her neck. “My abilities let me heal, you fucking idiot. If you’re gonna try to kill me, you gotta make sure you finish the job.”

4) “I really did expect just a little bit more of a challenge from you. The times that I’ve fought next to you were quite amazing. Really, they were. It’s amazing how befuddled people get when they realize that your right hand can cancel out abilities. The only thing with me is that I know how to counter that right hand of yours. After you take that out of the equation, what else do you have left? What else can you do?” Kira gave him a gentle smile. “You made a good effort. You made a really good effort. So it’s about time you had a rest!”

5) “I’m not the type of person that saves people.”

6) “I’m not a good person,” she whispered. “I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve you, I-”

7) “We’ve played this song and dance before and to be honest, your track record isn’t working in your favor. The only way you’re getting out of this is to tell me where she is and maybe, just maybe, I’ll kill you quickly.” 

8) “If I have to forget who I am to save her, I will,” Kira said with an empty look in her eyes.

9) "...monster I was always meant to be. That's right. Kihara Kenkyuu had always said that something was special about me. Takaki Yoshi said that my abilities were different. Maybe I really am a monster."

10) "Do you want to live or die? It’s your choice. That damned Kihara Seigo might have made it so that I can’t control who the hell I kill when I touch them, but that’s a different case with you, isn’t it?” Kira currently held up one of the Hound Dog lackeys that was unfortunate enough to have gotten separated from the rest.

11) “Do you ever shut up?” spat out Kira to silence the man. She grabbed the piece of steel stabbing into the man. “What a pain in the ass. Just asking me to kill you is too vague. I’ll move this thing around to tear your insides to pieces if you keep going down this route.”

12) “Do you really think there is any path left that will save you? After living in this world, trampling on so many people, and making enemies of me and that bastard Kihara Seigo, do you really think you can still live a happy life? That’s bullshit and you know it. You’re utter trash. How many people have you killed?” 

13) “Oh? Then you need a hospital,” continued the Level 5 with a grin. “Of course, I could heal you, but-” Kira shrugged and then looked towards him with scorn. “You idiots took that control away from me. So it looks like there’s no salvation for you here, but you won’t die. Not this easily. I’ll make sure your suffering lasts. Keep living on that hopeless path of life so I can relieve some stress.”

14) “Sorry about that,” Kira said with an uninterested look on her face. “I swore to a certain someone that I wouldn’t be participating in this shit anymore, but it looks like I fucked up.” A laugh leaked out. “You see, if I had my abilities, I probably could have ‘adjusted’ the trajectory of the shell so that it would’ve landed in your leg and removed your ability to walk temporarily or something like that. But oh wait,” Kira looked at the woman with a mocking expression. “You fucks took that away. Karma really is a bitch, you know.”

15) “Sorry,” apologized Kira while cutting her off. “I may be trying to walk on the path of good now, but you lot really pissed me off. I just can’t rest peacefully without finishing the job.”

tagging writer moots :3 (sorry if you don't have oc's or reader lines to use ksjdflskdjf): @chaotic-on-main @leviismybby @lucysarah-c @jayteacups @the-traveling-poet @sixpennydame @flametrashira @kingkonoha @wyvernslovecake @peachdues @postwarlevi + anyone else that wants to show off their oc's!

[miley1442111]

hey!! would you pls write a sydney x reader where syd is throwing up outside of work and reader rushes to help her and ends up meeting her dad for the first time (think it happened in the last episode?) 🫶💜

thank for you requesting, i love this ideaaaa

a mint or two- s.adamu

a/n: this is written for a gender neutral reader, imagine what you want :) spoiler alert for season2, episode10- the bear

summary: opening night of the bear will go off without a hitch, right?

pairing: sydneyadamu x reader

warnings: emetophobia, mentions of feeling sick, meetings parents, established relationship, swearing/cursing.

Opening night could not have gone any fucking worse. With Carmy stuck in the freezer, your very capable girlfriend was forced to do it alone, and by the looks on her face, you knew she was terrified. She left the kitchen in a hurry and you followed after, a worried feeling settling itself in your chest. 

“Syd?” You called after her but she had reached the trash cans and started vomiting. “Fuck!” 

“Oh god,” she mumbled as you rested a comforting hand on her back. 

“You’re ok,” you soothed. 

“I-I’m fine,” she tried to convince herself. “I’m fine.”

“You’re ok,” you soothed again as she turned around and rested her head on your collar, your arms wrapping around her. “You’re doing amazing,” you smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She relaxed into your touch, her cold hands found their way under the back of your shirt to rest on your bare back, hoping to warm herself up. You stood there like that for a few minutes, just matching her breathing to yours. “You’re doing great, fuck Carmy,” you joked. You knew that Carmen had been pissing her off lately. Him blowing her off and not keeping her in the loop made you angry too, but this wasn’t about, nor was this moment about him. This moment was about Sydney. Comforting Sydney. 

“Thanks,” she breathed out a sigh of relief. 

“Sydney?” You heard a voice behind you and both of your heads whipped up. 

“Dad! Oh fuck, dad, hi!” Sydney stuttered and dropped her hands from you, walking to her father as your body went rigid. You’d been dating Sydney for a few months and it was still pretty new. It’s been amazing, but you haven’t even talked about meeting each other's parents yet, let alone actually meeting them.Yet now, here you were, meeting her dad.

“You alright?” He asked her, engulfing her in a brief hug. 

“Yeah, just… sick,” she sighed. 

“So this is them?” He asked, a kind smile on his face as your spine straightened almost involuntarily. Quickly, your clothes felt too tight on your body and too informal for such an important meeting. Wearing your whites that were stained with the food from tonight and some clogs? Not exactly an ideal first impression on your girlfriend’s dad. 

“Dad, please don’t-” Sydney started but he shushed her. 

“I’m Y/n Y/L/N. Nice to meet you,” You smiled and extended your hand to him and he shook it. Emmanuel Adamu was a practical man. You knew this. You also knew he hadn’t been over the moon when Sydney started dating someone, just since she’s so busy. 

“Emmanuel Adamu. Nice to meet you too,” he smiled, dropping your hand. 

“Look, I’d better go back inside, I’ll get someone to bring out a glass of water and some pepto?” You offered and she nodded appreciatively. “And a mint or two?” She nodded again.

You walked inside and asked Richie to run it out, he agreed as you hopped back on the stove and began cooking in this pressure pot of a kitchen. You just prayed you hadn’t made a fool of yourself with Emmanuel. 

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“I like them,” Emmanuel had said after a long moment of silence. “They care about you.”

Sydney was taken aback. “Yeah… they do,” she sighed. “What did you think of the food?”

“Amazing.”

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Sydney walked back in after about 10 minutes and be-lined it to you. You were finishing plating a dish, Richie ready to run it. 

“Hey,” she breathed out. 

“Hey,” you mumbled, your attention on the food. You finished up and nodded at Richie to take it away. “Everything ok? Feel better?” 

“Much,” she smiled and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. You looked at her in confusion, knowing she wasn’t a fan of PDA, especially in the workplace. 

“What was that for?” You chuckled, an arm circling her waist to pull her closer. 

“Nothing,” she smiled, her eyes bright. 

“Back to it chefs!” Tina joked from beside you, but you two did break apart and continue with dinner service, just a little happier than before.

[onestepbackwards]

Would yandere emmet in the friendzone put in cummies in food or that just an ingo thing? If so what other behaviors does one have that the other doesn't?

Yes, he probably would!

However, there is a slight issue. Emmet is not as good of a cook as Warden Ingo. Warden Ingo had to learn to cook to survive. He knew how to cook before, sure, but being out in the wild, he had to get creative. Emmet though, would need practice. He would spend time learning how to cook specific meals, or even bake certain sweets. He knows if you found out he was putting in ‘a secret ingredient’, you would be sick, horrified, and angry. You would hate him. So he has to do it right. Where with Warden Ingo, he had a natural affinity to cooking, and knowing how to hide his spent. Emmet though, has to work for it. So, he practices. When he finally feels comfortable with a recipe, he then adds his cum. He thinks about how good you’d feel, how you’d look eating his seed. It’s easy to cum at the thoughts running through his head. When you try the dish or dessert, and tell him it’s delicious, Emmet is over the moon. You think he’s happy he did a good job on a new recipe. That’s only partially true, of course. You happily tell him you will taste test anything he tries in the future, if it’s anything as good as what he just gave you! You don’t notice the dark look on his face as you say that. I previously mentioned Emmet was far more bold than Ingo. That is true with almost everything. He is more bold about being physical. He is more bold about talking and hanging out with you. And he is more bold with his dubious and slightly illegal activities. He steals your clothes often. Usually dirty stuff. He knows your laundry schedule. He can get away with taking a thing or two, and returning it by the time you decide to clean your clothes. It’s not just to take your underwear either. He enjoys taking all sorts of clothes. Sure, the underwear is a given, but he is also fond of taking large hoodies at the bottom of your pile, and t-shirts. When he’s at his house, or alone in his room if you share a place, he loves to wear your big hoodies. Even if they are a bit snug, or drape off him. When he wears them, he feels engulfed in your scent, and imagines you hugging him He also loves wearing them to bed. It helps him sleep better. He also loves using your t-shirts as pillowcases, and either hugging said pillow as he sleeps, or humping against it. Usually the latter, though he also enjoys just sleeping on the pillow too on more tiring days. He’s extra careful though! If he fucks himself against a pillow with your shirt on, he makes sure to wear extra layers over his legs, so his cum wont soak through. Sure, it’s not the most comfortable, but he’d rather live in mild discomfort, than ruin something of yours, and risk you finding out what he has done. He also takes any underwear you throw out. He constantly checks your trash, and if he finds an old pair of underwear that is just too worn to keep, he takes it. He also nearly cries if its dirty. The jackpot! He has a piece of intimate clothing, and ruts into it the first chance he gets. Sure, he would rather dirty up your panties or boxers with his cum, and have you wear them, but this would do for now. He also uses your towels. If you share a home, he absolutely reuses towels you already used. He loves knowing that he’s drying himself off with the same thing you did against your naked body. Its a mild turn on for him. He especially loves it is it still has traces of your scent. He is also more willing to get into fights for you, right in front of you. Someone bothering you? He’s already throwing hands. You panic, and later scold him at your home as you patch him up. You are an adult! You can handle yourself just fine! He says he knows, but he will always have your back. No one treats his friends that way! Emmet is protective of you. He also won’t let anyone else have you. If he can’t, no one else can. It’s a trait both twins share, though surprisingly, Ingo is better about taking someone out. Emmet will too, of course. But Emmet has a much funner way of dealing with trash. He will ruin them. He will make them wish they were dead when he’s done. He won’t even have to lift a finger. All it takes is a whisper here, a rumor there. Some fake evidence, or even some real evidence. A few anonymous calls. That person’s life is in shambles with a week. See, they were obviously a predator from the start! It’s a good thing you have your friend Emmet here to have your back, and comfort you in these trying times! You smile through tears. Yeah, you don’t know what you would do without your best friend, keeping an eye out for you. You don’t notice his smile tighten, or the way his eyes darken when he hugs you. No one would try taking you from him. They will face the consequences. And he will enjoy watching them burn to ashes, while he smiles at your side.

[here2bbtstrash]

heartless - teaser (explicit)

✯ genre: pwp, smut, toxic exes hooking up

✯ pairing: jungkook x reader 

✯ summary:��after a wild summer at the shore where he made more than a few mistakes, jungkook is ready to remind you why you always take him back.

✯ teaser word count: 773

✯ teaser contains: member POV, shirtless jungkook (yes that's a warning), general toxic relationship fuckery (we're talking sammi and ron vibes #iykyk), tragic 2009 fashion, jk steals the gum out of reader's mouth (sorry), reader's thong is out lmfao, mildly suggestive language

✯ a part of the jeju shore collab - dropping september 4, 2022!

✯ other works in this collab: You DTF? by @haliiimede and Himbo Hours by @gimmethatagustd

✯ A/N: aaaaaa babes i'm so excited for this collab to finally happen (and so happy that y'all are excited tooooo 🥲) - this idea has brought me joy for several many weeks and i cannot wait to drop these toxic exes on you this weekend 👀👀 be sure you also check out jai & hali's teasers and fics for the full ~maknae line experience~ !!! i couldn't have asked for two better people to do my first collab with especially because i don't know what the fuck i'm doing and i'm very stupid 💜 ok ok love ya and i sincerely hope you enjoy this lil taste of what's to... come 👅💦🎥

Jungkook swings the door wide and leans one arm on the frame as he takes you in. You’re standing on his stoop, arms crossed angrily over your pink crop top, belly button piercing glinting in the porch light. He smiles fondly, remembering the summer you got it done, the way you squeezed his hand so tight when the needle went through that he nearly lost feeling.

It was nice then, the way you acted like you really needed him. You used to be so sweet. He wonders when that changed.

It’s been too long. “Hi, jagi,” he says, and it comes out softer than he would’ve liked. It makes him sound weak.

“Fuck off. Answering the fucking door shirtless. You did that on purpose.” You roll your eyes as you brush past him to walk inside.

He turns sideways, purposefully taking up most of the doorway so you have to squeeze through, and when you do, his fingers hook in the belt-loops of your jeans to pull you closer.

“Just like you wore these?” There’s no way you don’t know what those white low-rise jeans do to him. Jungkook always tells you they make your ass look so fat, and even though you complain every time, he means it as an honest compliment.

Clearly still trying to act pissed off, you pop your gum at him, but he knows better than to believe that you’re really mad. If you were, you wouldn’t have come here. And you certainly wouldn’t be looping your arms around his neck and tilting your head up like that, moving so close that he can feel the heat of your breath ghosting over him.

“Maybe. What are you gonna do about it?” You purr, like you don’t already know the answer.

Jungkook’s lips find yours at the same time his hands slide around your hips, fingers sinking into the denim stretched tight over your ass. You squeak a little at how hard he grabs, and he takes the opportunity to swipe his tongue into your mouth, deftly retrieving the wad of gum from between your teeth. He pulls back with a cocky grin and spits it halfway across the yard.

“How about you come inside and find out?”

“Jesus.” You make a face when you step in first, leaving your Gucci flip flops in the front hall, and Jungkook turns back to shut the door behind him as he follows you. “You guys trashed this fuckin’ place.”

He frowns at your utter disregard for his cleaning efforts, but he follows your gaze and, well, you’re not wrong. He probably could’ve done something about all the half-empty liquor bottles, the overflowing ashtrays, the sink full of dishes. But right now he really doesn’t give a shit.

Jungkook closes the distance between you again, arms slipping around your waist from behind, head ducking down to nuzzle in the crook of your neck, to make you squirm the way he likes. “This is the bachelor life. We need a woman’s touch,” he murmurs against your skin, and you scoff a laugh.

“I’m serious,” Jungkook protests. He pauses to suck a mark into the crook of your neck, only stopping when he manages to coax a soft whimper out of you. “Why don’t you and I get a place together next summer? I’ll tell Jimin and Tae they’re on their own.”

You hum softly, in the way that tells him you want that, too. But you’re still playing coy, even as your hands slide over his arms locked tight around you. “That’s very presumptuous of you.”

“Maybe I should do some convincing,” Jungkook’s lips brush over the shell of your ear, and you wriggle out of his grasp, crossing into the living room and tossing your purse on the couch before dropping down unceremoniously next to it.

The wild animal feeling hasn’t dissipated— when he follows after you, Jungkook can’t help but feel like a predator stalking his prey.

It’s probably fucked up, but he likes the chase.

Leaning back on your hands, you gaze up at him, jeans sunk low enough for Jungkook to see the pink straps of your thong that peek out over the curve of your hip. The visual makes his own pants start to feel tight.

You tilt your head expectantly. “I’m listening.”

“I wasn’t gonna talk,” he admits with a smirk, standing over you, one leg teasing your thighs apart.

You reach forward to trail a hand down the defined lines of his stomach— the gym has been good to him this summer— and blink your long lashes innocently. “Will you at least use your mouth?”

[evansbby]

Maybe unpopular opinion, but as a woman, I really just want a man to take care of everythingggg. Yes, I’m in uni and I’ll get my diploma in two years, that doesn’t mean I WANT to work. I sure as hell do not want to wake up every day and work a 9 to 5 job. I’m all for woman having their own rights and stuff, but I’d rather stay at home and cook and clean then go out and work (this is just my opinion). I’d probably work after I graduate for a few years, but if I have a husband who can take care of me, why would I continue working? But also, I know so many women who try so hard to MAKE you have that mindset and then shame you when you don’t want to work or some shit. I actually lost a friend over this and it’s so fucking stupid. All I said was that I’d probably become a housewife anyway (I was stressed as fuck studying for my exam😭) and then she started yelling about how ‘I’m trying to take women’s rights away’. Whatever the hell that means💀

But nowadays it’s hard to find men like that since they all want to split everything🙄🙄🙄 I actually went on a date with a guy like that and he made us split the bill even though he ordered like hundred bucks worth of food while I just had a salade and some water😭😭 I’d be fine with it if I ordered more than him, but I had TWO things. I payed for my food and left, safe to say I blocked his ass on my way home💀

Anyway, I don’t really know why I started rambling about this but I saw your post about Andy Barber making you split the bill and shit and I just had to say what’s on my mind💀 (once again, this is my opinion. i’m not shaming anyone who doesn’t agree) Xx

Me since forever! I remember saying this to my bestie back when i was 18 and she was like “WTF what’s wrong with you!!” And now, six years later she feels the same way lmfaoo

BUTTT i feel like id get bored being a housewife so quickly 😂😂 or maybe i wouldn’t who knows. Or maybe I’d get sick of doing housework bc it’s so annoying… washing dishes and all that. Imagine doing that not only for yourself but now you have to do it for some man too 🥲🥲 THEN AGAIN I’d do it if my man was hot and i was in love with him and also if he was helpful and nice 🥹🥹🥹

But knowing me, i get bored so easily so then I’d want to work 😂😂 nothing stressful! Like just work in fashion hehe but only like two days a week and the rest would be devoted to my hot husband and our family 😏😏 (hardcore imagining Ari or an Ari doppelganger will be my husband fr 😭😭)

I don’t think other women mean to shame you when you say you want this… i know most women want this. But the thing is… men are TRASH. Like genuinely they are trash and most of them cheat and then what???? So maybe it’s good to be financially independent.

(I say that but i too just want my man to take care of me and handle everything and make all the decisions and earn the money while i sit at home and look pretty 🫣🫣)