#it was a long time coming but obv i still cried about it

[chrollohearttags]

GLUTTONY • portgas d. ace | seven slutty sins series: part one

your man just can’t get enough of his favorite meal..

oral/pussy eating obv), black fem reader, fingering, pleasure dom!ace, dirty talk, spit play, squirting, yktv..

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there were two things that Ace valued more than anything in this world..his rest and his food. He appreciated nothing more than a good meal and his favorite? Was a delicacy like none other..a delicacy he indulged in a little too generously. Perhaps, you could say his appetite was even a little insatiable..

“Mmmm…that’s it. Stay still—no, I’m done yet, baby..just relax..”

his voice slurred with the drunkenness of your flavor. The sweet nectar that was your essence fresh against his pouty lips..the juices practically coating them like a sticky gloss. Faint sounds of grunts and whiners arose as he muffled against your swollen, sensitive and very wet cunt. Loud slurps emitted from his mouth and the twirl of his tongue intricately exploring your folds; the steel ball of his tongue ring brushing against your clit. Yes, it was his favorite thing to do…and nothing..or no one could stop him until he had his fill. Not even you could halt him..going as far as to pin your hands down against your stomach as he feasted mercilessly on that pretty pussy. Scraping that tight little hole like that of a spoon the bottom of a sweet dessert. Only coming up to drip long strings of spit into those pink folds. Enjoying every bit of it with no qualms about letting you know just how much. “..pussy’s so fucking good, baby. Goddamn, you taste amazing..” Letting up wasn’t an option until he garnered every last drop. Even if it meant you’d reach your peak over and over..or until his jaw locked up as a result!

His nails dug gently into the soft flesh of your thighs, rubbing the skin as a means to quell your pathetic cries as you remained spread wide open with those legs pinned back. A thumb hooked into the thin string of your thong to keep it out of his way. A rather difficult position to maintain for an extended period of time, regardless of flexibility but he had full faith that you could take it. You’d do anything he asked as he long as he kept peppering your skin with those kisses and whispering sweet nothings..you were all but putty in his hands. “Yeah, I know..I know..but you’re doing so good f’r me. Please don’t make me stop now..I just want more of you, sweetheart. I want you to squirt in my mouth..can I have it?” And the answer was all too simple. Anything he wanted, you’d give it up with no hesitation. You were so close that he could sense it with each movement. His fingers eventually plunge into you, wiggling until they reach your core and mash that sensitive area, causing you to squirm uncontrollably. He’ll stop at nothing to see you come completely undone by his hands. “Answer me, baby. I said, can I have it?..” “y-yes, daddy. Please, can I come?” Too bad, he was a bit more unrelenting. Even a little selfish..he needed it at the very last moment. Until you could no longer hold it and you were a babbling mess! “Good girl..But until then, right here on his stomach, flat across this bed with his stiff cock brushing the sheets he’d remain.

“Sorry, I just can’t help myself..can’t get enough you..”

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@jadeisthirsting @spaceforher @honeybleed @shamelesshoefairy @calibabii21 @kaennih-skittles @astrokatsuki @bey0nseh

[rinstaro]

Hyrule, wild, twi, time, and sky’s reaction to reader squirting on them for the first time? How would they deal with the reader being super shy after?

ur a genius. i love this ask MWAH let me give you a kiss. i’ve been having a hard time writing but i really like this idea

i played around with formatting here lol, looks weird.

cw: squirting obv, overstim, coochie eating, praise, breeding kink in times, he also calls you pup, fingering, doggy, mating press, reader has a vagina no pronouns

minors do not interact.

hyrule

will be shy himself! he’s in such belief that he did that to you. he made you feel so good you squirted on him. i wouldn’t be surprised if he came right there or even came untouched. and even then, he’s hard again immediately. he'd flush with excitement, asking you over and over how good it felt. it only makes you more embarrassed.

you whimpered his name over and over as the knot in your stomach began to unravel. he groaned into your cunt, lips attached to your clit. you looked down at him, shuddering at the sight of him staring back at you like a starved man. your orgasm hit abruptly, causing your legs to kick out and your cunt to spray all over his face. your boyfriend almost choked at the sudden orgasm that hit him, staring at you wide eyed as his cum pooled onto the sheets. once the both of you caught your breath, you apologized profusely.

"n-no! it was, fuck, it was so hot, sweetheart. c-can we... i wanna try that again.”

wild

oh he’s smug. he’s so proud of himself. he’s always doing things for others but pleasing you was special to him. he stops for a moment to just watch you gush and then goes down to kiss your clit. he'll quiet your embarrassed cries by telling you how pretty you looked.

your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. your legs trembled in his hold, his fingertips leaving small bruises on your thighs. he stared down at the spot where you two met. your soaked pussy was still fluttering around him. when wild looked back at your face, you were whimpering in embarrassment, arms hiding your face. he chuckled softly, gently moving your arms out of the way.

"f-fuck babe im sorry-"

"no no, baby, you were so pretty. you think i can make you do that again before i cum?”

twi

an animal. you don’t get a chance to be shy because he doesn’t stop, not even for a second. whether he’s drinking down your cum or fucking you through your orgasm, he needs you to do it again. he needs to taste it, to feel it— he just needs more and will go for as long as he’s allowed.

you hid your face in the pillows, the soft material muffling your wails. twilight wouldn't let up, pounding into you as if he didn't know when he'd get the chance again. he'd been desperate, barely giving you a chance to breathe as he ravaged all of your sensitive spots before manhandling you onto all fours. you felt your orgasm coming, and he could too. "go on 'n cum, you deserve it, doll." you obeyed without a word, sobbing when you squirted all over the sheets. his thrusts never stop, making you squirm to escape his grasp.

"not done yet. i want you to drench me, 'kay darlin'?"

time

a menace! will tease you about it relentlessly both degrading and praising you. immediately goes to make you do it again, watching your face the entire time. he wants to watch your face this time as you cum so hard that you soak him. it because his goal now to make you squirt at least once every time you have sex

your dear husband had you in a mating press, dick stretching your poor cunt as far as it could go. your eyes were crossed as you let out little 'ah-ah-ahs' at his harsh thrusts. time wanted to fuck you full, making sure you had at least 3 loads in you by the time he was done. he wanted you stuffed full with a kid asap. time felt you clenching around him and began to play with your clit, making you feel so good you could cry. you shrieked suddenly, body seizing up as you came. “dirty, dirty pup," he called. you whined, uttering a quiet 'don’t look, please' that made him chuckle and grab your chin. "you squeezed me so hard, felt so good. you're so messy... could you do that again for me, dear?”

sky

lets you ride it out and then asks you what the fuck was that LMAO. like he knows, he's just so surprised that it happened out of no where. he wasn't even trying. but now he's going to have to make you cum like that every time. so he's gonna take his time making you cum on his fingers, his tongue, and his dick. it may take a few nights but he is determined.

your sweet boyfriend had been in between your legs prodding at your g spot with his fingers for what seemed like forever. you'd already cum twice, but this one felt stronger. your moans rose in volume as you finally caved, sensitive cunt gushing all over sky's arm. sky didn’t know where to look. his soaked hand, your trembling legs, or your fucked out face. you just sprayed all over him and you were mortified. you pulled your legs in, turning your head and hiding your face from him. he smiled down at your form. "don't be shy, sweetheart... need you to do that again. on my cock this time. maybe on my face later if you're not too passed out. pretty please? wanna feel your cunt squeeze me like you did my fingers."

[loveemii]

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑯𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑨

warnings: spicy obv, cock sucking (gyomei and muichiro’s part), cursing, creampies, fingering, clit sucking, etc. - enjoy (^_^) + muichiro aged up!

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𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖 𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑤𝑎：

as nemi rolled his hips up against y/n’s cervix and pounded into her making her moan and jolt up with each thrust. looking down at her fucked out state blushing as y/n’s body went up and down while she tried her best to trace the scars on his arms.

he then held her hands down out of a little embarrassment, sloppy as y/n’s fingers were smashed against his huge hands she cried and whimpered how she couldn’t take it anymore how she was overly overstimulated.

“N-nemi! I can’t take it anymore~ Ahh!”

sanemi began to move faster and faster then slower as he was about to cum and reach his high, he sounded breathless.

“Just, a little longer. Stay a little longer for me: Yeah?”

he almost growled at his last and final thrust as he let out a soft and relieved groan of ecstasy letting his head dangle down onto her breasts.

“F-fuck that was amazing.”

nemi tried his best to speak as he was still chasing his breath. 

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𝐺𝑖𝑦𝑢 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑜𝑘𝑎：

“Count with me.”

tomioka growled as he began to pound into y/n harder but a little slower than the usual pace he goes.

“1,2,3~ Ah! S-something about the counting. Makes it more intense right? A-ah~”

“Ah~Oh f-fuck!”

he tried his best not to sound breathless as he kept going, not long they stopped counting and he back to pound deeper and harder as y/n gave him more access into her while arching her back upwards. 

“Your so fuck~ Ahh -ah~!”

“D-don’t swallow, your words Giyu.”

y/n managed to say as she tried not to moan too loudly, gripping the bedsheets with her hole hands as his thrusts became sloppier and way more out of control.

“Y-your so fucking good: Fuck~!”

within a few more thrusts they were cumming together while giyu groaned y/n whined as she already wanted to go again.

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𝑅𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑘𝑢 𝐾𝑦𝑜𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑜：

goku whined almost as y/n started to bounce on his cock even faster than before, he grasped onto the bedsheets as tight as he could. y/n was teasing him for a good while before they actually begun to have sex do rengoku was hornier than ever.

whining, crying, BEGGING for her to make him cum already, he was so close though she was only getting started.

“Don’t cum so close now, or I’ll have to tease you again.”

“Y-yn please: Don’t make me wait any longer!”

“Wanna cum so bad huh? Earn it!”

“S-shit~! Ah~”

he began to buck his hips up matching her pace, y/n was just about to cum just as he was. at this point she didn’t care, she needed to cum just as well as he did.

y/n began to bounce harder and faster, his thrust becoming sloppy, she leaned down to kiss him. the kiss was messy all over, saliva dripping from their mouths with a string connecting them from pulling away.

“I’ve never felt this f-filthy before~ Ah!”

“B-better get used to it Kyojuro.”

after a second of nothing less than loudly made moans they came and rengoku sighed as he finally caught his high while filling up y/n who had laid in bed to keel his cum inside her.

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𝐺𝑦𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑖 𝐻𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑎：

y/n moaned shamelessly as she circled her hips and bounced hard on top gyomei’d hard penis.

“F-fuck! So beautiful this feeling~”

himejima moaned out closing his eyes, since he was blind y/n always took the lead when it came to sex.

“S-shut up! We’re being too loud a-ahh~!”

“Who cares at this point when we feel so right~ S-shit! I’m a-already gonna cum Y/n!”

just then she stopped and removed his hard member from inside her, he breathed out heavily taking a breathe before he began to stroke himself a little.

“Oh Y/n, come on~ Don’t stop now.”

“Sh, shh. Shut up.”

y/n began to place his quivering tip in her mouth as she begun to suck on it taking in all his length. she gagged a few times as the tip of his hard cock hit the back of her throat.

as she was sucking him off she began to finger herself with at least 2 before entering 2 more, she moaned and cried as the gagged even more while getting him off.

y/n came first as she was thrusting her fingers in deeper and hitting her sweet spot each time perfectly while she continued to suck off gyomei who soon came after her.

“C-crap, we’re such a mess~”

“Just run a bath and I’ll take it with you.”

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𝑂𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑖 𝐼𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑜：

“Can you even take it? Your so weak, whining for me to stop when you know you can handle a little longer.”

iguro growled as y/n cried while whining for him to stop a she was overstimulated, already fucked to the point where she swears she could see stars.

“O-obanai! I cant! I cant! I cant! I cant take it anymore ahhh~!”

y/n cried out loudly enough for anyone who was about to visit to hear. iguro placed his right hand over her throat while slightly squeezing just enough to shut y/n from moaning loud again.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖 can! And 𝒚𝒐𝒖 will! Just a little while longer Y/n, come on you can hold on just a little longer: Cant you?”

it almost sounded more like a beg the way he asked, y/n nodded as she began to drool from her fucked out state.

“Ohh~ Oh~!”

obanai began sloppier thrusts as he was close to cumming now, tears fell from y/n’s eyes nonstop as he took his final thrust before pulling out and cumming all over her stomach.

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𝑇𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑛 𝑈𝑧𝑢𝑖：

“Ah~ You look so, flashy underneath me: It makes me a-already want t-t-to cum.”

uzui groaned as he held y/n’s hands down intertwined together as he head slightly pushed up against the headboard.

“Fuck~! I’m so close: Please let me cum Tengen! I n-need to cum~”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll get there. I’m putting you first tonight darling Ah~~”

he began to thrust even faster rolling his hips down onto y/n’s cervix hitting her sweet spot perfect each time making her moan louder and louder.

to any other people in the house it sounded like a porno to them, y/n pulled him in tighter as her walls squeezed against his cock while she came. tengen kept going as he needed to cum and reach his high now y/n was whimpering in her fucked out face eyes rolling back while she played with her clit.

“Can’t you take a little longer huh? C’mon darling~ Ah! Fuck~”

jut with a few more thrusts he was bursting his hot seed inside of her, moaning at the flamboyant sensation.

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𝑀𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑖 𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑖：

“Oh~ Y/n! I-I’m so close~!”

mitsuri cried as she began to rub her clit even faster while y/n ate her out, moving her tongue faster and faster. just as knroji was about to cum y/n stopped and looked up at mitsuri’s crying face.

“W-why did you stop?”

“Sh, stay s-still.”

mitsuri nodded and moaned as y/n began to pussy grind on her, rubbing their clots against each other’s wet skin. mitsuri was a whining mess as y/n was moaning a little breathless.

“Don’t worry, y-your gonna cum babe.”

“Please let me cum!”

she cried out hoping to cum and catch her high soon, and soon enough she was just about to while rubbing her clit faster and faster. y/n doing the same to cum with mitsuri.

“Ahh! O-ohh~ My god Y/n~ S-so good~”

a couple small tears left y/n’s eyes as she has also been hoping to cum, they placed their hips back onto the mattress breathing heavily trying to catch air.

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𝑀𝑢𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑜：

“P-please let me cum~ I’ve been so close for so long!”

muichiro begged for y/n to let him cum as she was sucking him off slower now teasing him while she massaged his balls with her right hand as her left intertwined with his.

y/n then began to tease even more by licking circles around his tip, mui bucked his hips up a little for more friction. she removed her mouth.

“Be patient please.”

muichiro began to stroke himself a few times before y/n had begun to place his tip at her entrance. as she slid his dick into her she moaned and sighed almost while tokito whimpered at the sensation.

“F-fuck! Y/n~ Please!”

she leaned down and kissed his neck making g him moan and whimper even louder, he then kissed her lips as she kissed him back, placing her tongue in his mouth he sucked on it while reaching his hand down to rub circles on y/n’s clit.

as soon as she felt his finger giving her clit the attention it needed she began to slowly move her hips up and down his length as he slowly began to buck his hips up. at the same pace y/n was moving to.

“G-go faster please~”

y/n nodded and began to move up and down faster and faster while kissing his neck. not long muichiro had already came and y/n was still chasing her high hoping to cum soon.

“H-hurry I-I can’t take it any longer Y/n~ F-fuck!”

“S-so close~!”

with just a few more bounces y/b was cumming all over muichiro who was already fucked out.

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𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑢 𝐾𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑜：

“Ohh~ my! Your having fun, aren’t you?”

shinobu moaned out a little while y/n was grinding her pussy on nobu’s.

“A-are you close?”

y/n moaned hoping to catch her high and cum with her girlfriend who was rubbing her clit.

“I am, j-just keep going~ Ahh~ Feels so good Y/n~ Please!”

nobu then began to help by grinding on y/n as well, matching the same pace as she now begun to rub y/n’s clit. the longer this went on the closer they were, shinobu letting out whines and groans of pleasure.

“Come on~ I’m so close~!”

y/n reached her high and came while kocho was still trying to cum and reach her limit. shinobu kept grinding her wet plushed pussy against y/n’s before coming on y/n’s soaking pussy.

“F-fuck~”

“S-s-soo good~ Mmm~”

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hi i hope you enjoyed

- please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes, thank you

[lokis-army-77]

heyyy omg i see your requests are open, could you do an angsty eddie fic with a female reader where they’re fwb and she’s in love with him but he’s always reminding her it’s just a casual thing and doesn’t want a commuted relationship. like he’s hooking up with other people and after a while just realizes he only wants reader. i need him to grovel a bit tho cause obvs reader would be hurt but with a happy ending pls? smut is optional tho just incase you don’t want to write that in that’s fine :)

More than Casual

Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 3897

Reader is tired of being just a casual hook up and only when she is gone does Eddie realize the mistake he has made, and one night he shows up at her door, wanting forgiveness.

Warning: 18+ riding, oral (f receving), begging, Eddie has a surprise mommy kink, angst, fluff.

Masterlist 

The air was clammy as Eddie pulled away from me. Both our bodies are slick with sweat and cum covering our legs. My body shook, muscles untensing from the powerful orgasm Eddie had just pushed me to. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Eddie shrugged his sweatpants back on and pulled a cigarette from the box on the bedside table. Lighting it quickly before taking a long drag. His long slender waist flexed as he turned and the ripple of the muscles, you never would have thought were there, sent butterflies through my stomach. 

Eddie always looked so handsome after sex. He never failed to make me want him even more than I already did. 

Shakily, I tried to push myself into a seating position and as I did so Eddie came and grabbed my upper arms, studying me. Looking into his deep brown eyes, I smiled sweetly up at him. 

“Thank you,” I mumbled, throat sore from screaming his name. 

“You’re welcome, Sweetheart.” He gave me a crooked smile and used his right hand to wisp a few strands of hair out of my face. “Let me go get something to clean you up.” Eddie stood to his full height and left the bedroom. My ears pricked up as the sound of running water came from the bathroom and then shut off soon after. Edde was back in the room in no time with a warm rag in hand. 

It was times like these when I fell in love with him harder. When he cares for me so selflessly after having fucked me within an inch of my life. It was times like these that shattered my heart completely. 

After helping clean me up and settle back into my clothes Eddie laid back down on his bed. I sat on the edge, wondering if I should say something. In the end, I talked myself up to it. 

“Hey, Eddie?” I asked quietly, hands wringing together. 

“Yeah, Sweetheart?” 

God, I hated that nickname, it always made me feel weak in the knees. 

“I was wondering if maybe you wanted to see each other tomorrow night?” I shot my shot. 

“Can’t, I’ve got someone coming over tomorrow night.” He said it so nonchalantly but it sent an arrow into my chest. 

“Oh, well, how about Thursday night? We could order pizza, watch a movie?” I tried again, hoping he would say yes. 

He sighed out my name sounding almost disappointed. “I told you when we started this,” he moved his pointed finger between us. “I don’t do relationships and I never will. Commitment just isn’t for me.” He shrugged his shoulders and I turned around to face his wall, eyes filling with tears. 

“O-okay. Sorry, I asked.” I was trying so hard to keep my composer in front of him. 

“I’ll call you alright?” He leaned over the bed and gave my back a short pat. I just nodded and stood to my feet, gathering up my bag and slipping on my shoes. 

“Bye Eddie.” I didn’t give him a chance to say anything else before I was rushing to the front door. 

I cried as I buckled myself into my car and drove the five minutes home, but that’s what I get for falling in love with an almost weekly casual hook-up. To be honest, at first, it was fine. I was seeing other people and so was he, the only difference now was that, after almost a year and a half, I was solely seeing him while he still fucked around. But that’s what I signed on for and it’s my own fault that I am dealing with a broken heart. 

A week later my house phone rang and was five till ten that night and the only person I knew who would be calling me then would have been Eddie. Slowly, I picked up the receiver and held it to my ear. “Hello?”

“Hey Sweetheart, I’m so happy to hear your voice.” Eddie’s gruff voice cracked through the speaker in my ear. “Wanna hear it in person, feel your soft skin, taste sweet pussy.” He let out a slow moan, like the one you would do when you’ve eaten something to die for. “What’d ya say? Be over in five?” 

I opened my mouth to tell him, yes, but I held myself back, the words dying on my tongue. I wanted to go to him but my heart just couldn’t handle any more of it. With a soft shake of my head that I knew he couldn’t see I spoke. “I don’t think so Eddie, not tonight.” 

“Oh, well, that’s no problem. Maybe next time then. I’ll see ya later, Sweetheart.” And before I could tell him there would be no next time, he hung up the phone, probably to go call another one of his girls or guys on his list of hookups. 

I went to bed that night lonely and upset, jealousy bubbling up in my stomach at the thought of him fucking someone other than me. 

Another few days went by and right at eleven on the dot, the house phone rang. I shouldn’t have picked it up, but I did, Eddie’s slow, “Hey,” filled me with even more butterflies. 

“Eddie,” I started, resting my head on the wall defeated. “I can’t do this tonight.”

“But I didn’t even say anything,” he chuckled. 

“I mean it, Eddie. I can’t. As a matter of fact I- I’m stopping seeing you altogether.”

He was silent for a moment and all I could hear were the shuffling of his bedsheets. 

“What?”

“I can’t be your causal friend with benefits anymore Eddie. Or rather just the benefits, we weren’t really friends.” I grumbled into the phone. 

“What are you talking about?” He asked. “I- what brought this on? I thought we were friends.” his words came out in confusion. 

“Eddie, if we were friends, we would have hung out without fucking. We never hung out, it was always sex and then leaving. You said no relationships and I can���t put myself through the pain of having you fuck me like we’re something, take care of me after like we’re something, and then leave like I don’t know that you have a plethora of other people you are giving the exact same treatment.” I was so close to crying as I gripped the receiver in my hand, knuckles white from how strong my hold was. 

“Sweetheart, come on-’

“Don’t call me that. I can’t think when you call me that.” I clenched my teeth. “Eddie, just leave me alone please.”

“I-” he sighed, defeated. “Okay. I’ll see you around town then, I guess.” 

“Bye Eddie.” My voice was filled with a sternness that my body did not possess. I quietly hung up the phone and turned, back to the wall, and slid down. I cried for what seemed like the thousandth time over Eddie and I knew that I shouldn’t be. He wasn’t crying over me. But the ache of unrequited love was just too much to bear without having the tears fall. 

Two weeks pass and I had neither heard from nor seen Eddie. I was still getting used to not going to his trailer on a semi-regular basis as well as trying to not think of him when I heard the phone ringing. 

I had tried going out once, to a bar on the opposite side of town, far away from the Hideout where I knew Eddie would most likely be. It didn’t end too well, at least on my part. The guy I had met had a nice personality, but as far as rebounds from men who aren’t actually in a relationship with you go he wasn’t Eddie. The whole time we had been having sex in his apartment, I couldn't help but compare him to Eddie. How when we first started, Eddie would have eaten me out, the taste of my arousal and the sounds of my moans giving him pleasure like he had his cock inside me, but this guy, although he caressed my body with soft touches and hot lips, just went straight in humping into me like some dog with a rhythm issue. 

He had come within seconds and left me to fend for myself. I slipped out of his bed in the middle of the night and drove home to finish myself off with my fingers. 

The night after, I was woken from where I had fallen asleep on the living room couch by a knock on the door. Groaning, I stood to my feet and stretched, making my way to the front door. As I rubbed the sleep from my eye, I unlocked the door and slowly pulled it open. To my surprise, Eddie was standing under the yellow cone of light provided by the porch light. 

Slowly I dripped my hand from my eye and stared at him and after a moment, when my senses returned to me, I tried to slam the door shut. He was the last person I wanted to see right now. 

The door didn’t close, caught on his boot-clad foot as he stuck it between the door and the frame.

“Sweetheart, please.” Eddie’s voice came out in a plea. 

I tried to push his foot back with my own but it was futile, he was much stronger than me, especially after I had only just woken up. 

“Eddie, go away.” 

“Please, I just wanna talk for a second. I’ll leave after I say what I have to. Just,” He sighed, looking down at his feet. “Please listen.” 

I thought it over for a moment before opening the door wider and allowing him inside, shutting it behind him as he walked further into the living room. I didn’t look at him as I made my way back to my spot on the couch, cuddling back up with my blanket. 

Eddie followed me, seating himself on the opposite side of the couch. He kept sighing as we sat in silence and it was starting to annoy me. 

“Can you please say what you need to so you can go? I don’t have all night.” The words came out in a bite, much harsher than I had ever spoken to him in person before. 

“Oh, um, yeah, sorry. I- I um, don’t really know how to say this to you but I think I might love you.”

His stuttering words sent a pang through my chest and stopped the air from flowing into my lungs. Love me? I slowly brought my eyes up to him.

“Look, keeping things casual is something I have done since I can remember. You can’t get hurt if you keep it casual. I was content to leave you alone until I realized that, weirdly, I missed having you around. Then my safety mechanism was the thing that hurt me. The thought of you not coming over made me sick to my stomach after you told me never to talk to you again, it tore my fucking heart out. I-I’ve never felt this way and it scares me shitless, but I can’t get you off my mind. I tried to block it out, I really did. Tried to go about it like I always do, just find someone new to, but every time I had someone come over I sat there wishing it was you. 

“I know you probably hate me right now, I would hate myself too, but I just need you to know this. That I am wanting and willing to put myself in a place that makes me feel so uncomfortable and vulnerable because I can’t stand you not being around me. I’ve grown used to you and I don’t know what to do without you.”

I sat there stunned, his words processing through my brain a mile a minute. The only thing I could think about was the fact that he said he thought he loved me. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he responded to my quietness. “I said what I needed to, so ill be out of your hair. Just- you have my number.” Eddie stood to his feet, and I sat still as he shuffled to the door. 

My heart jumped as I heard the doorknob turn. “Wait,” I called out. 

Eddie stopped in his tracks.

“Do you mean it?” I asked simply. 

His boots sounded as he walked back to the couch and in front of me. I avoided his eyes by bowing my head, not wanting him to see the fresh tears welling up. I couldn’t avoid him for long though, as he knelt town and took my chin in his hand, bringing my eyes to his. 

“Oh sweetheart, I meant all of it.” 

It was hard not to forgive him with those big, round, puppy dog eyes he was giving me but I held fast as I removed his hand from my chin.

“I’m still upset with you. Don’t think you can walk in here, tell me all this, and then everything will go back to how it was.” I shook a pointed finger at him.

He nodded. 

“And I told you to stop calling me that, you probably call everyone that.” I huffed.

“But, Sweetheart, I don’t call everyone that. It's reserved, just for you.”

I hated how it made me feel special when I was supposed to be mad at him, but I couldn’t help it. Then, seeing him kneeling before me sparked an idea. I’d make him beg for my forgiveness. 

“Eddie?” 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“I’ll forgive you if you do something for me.” 

His eyes narrowed at my sultry tone before his lips curved up in a smirk. 

“What is it? I’ll do anything,” His large hands came to rest on my legs. 

I leaned in, lips so close to touching his, and leaned away, he tried to follow, eyes half-lidded, as I came to rest my lips on the shell of his ear. “Beg,” I whispered and I swear I heard him moan. 

Leaning back, I watched him shift onto his knees and he looked up at me with a pleading look. 

“Please,” he whispered, “please forgive me.” 

I hummed, “Gonna have to do better than that baby.” I grinned at him, as I took his hands off my legs and pushed a foot gently into the bulge in his pants. His choked moans sent a surge of power through me, a feeling so foreign yet good I was bound to get addicted to it. 

“I’m sorry.” He whimpered, “I’ll do anything you want, just please forgive me.” 

I grinned, foot still rubbing over him, feeling him becoming harder. “Anything huh?”

“Yes.” He nodded frantically. 

“Then, you can eat my pussy and I’ll think about it.” 

I leaned back on the couch and pushed my hips up, pulling my quickly dampening panties off my legs and throwing them out somewhere in the room. Eddie stared in wonder as I opened my legs for him, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. 

He surged forward, latching himself around my clit. He let out a soft sigh at the same time as I let a loud moan fall from my parted lips. His tongue flittered over the sensitive nub and his hand came up to caress my thighs. I reached a hand down and lightly slapped the side of his face. 

“Ah-ah-ah, no hands, just your mouth,” I instructed and he took his hands away immediately. I smiled, “Good boy.”

The fervor at which he sucked and licked all around my pussy was enough to have me bucking my hips into his face, riding his mouth until I was so close to my own high. He lapped his hot tongue into my quivering cunt. My hands buried themselves into his long curls, forcing him further into my heat. 

I was squirming under his mouth as he kept going, eating me out like a man starved. My own arousal mixed with Eddie’s spit slipped slowly down the curve of my ass and onto the cushion of the couch. 

“That’s it, Eddie, doing such a good job for me, being such a good boy.” I praised as I teetered on the edge. He whimpered into my pussy, before pulling back only slightly. 

“Thank you, Mommy.” He mumbled then went back to work. 

The name threw me off for only a second before I felt the warm tingles of an orgasm. My hips thrashed and my hands kept Eddie pushed into me as I rode out my high on his tongue. 

Eddie kept his eyes on my wet cunt, the whole bottom half of his face covered in my cum, glistening as the lights in the room hit it. His face was lax and his body even more so, thoroughly pussy drunk. I smiled, happy as I was the one to make him this way. 

“Why don’t you be a good boy and let Mommy ride your cock? Hum?” I asked, leaning up from my slouched position to run my thumb over his bottom lip, collecting my juices from it and placing it in my mouth, moaning at the taste. 

“Yes, please.” He gasped, watching me lick my own arousal from my finger. 

“Then get on the couch and lay down.” I patted the cushions next to me and he did as told, hurriedly laying down. I bit my lip, turned on at how obedient he was being. I had never known I would have been so into being in charge for once and having Eddie bending to my will instead of me to his. 

Torturously I began to unbutton Eddies dark jeans and pull them down his legs, stopping when they reached his boots. The bulge in his boxers had me biting my lip, anticipating what I knew was hidden beneath them. I helped him take his shirt off as well. 

Sitting back on his lap I caressed his chest, nails scratching over his skin, fingers pinching at his nipples. He bucked up into me and I gave him another soft slap to the face. “Stop that. You get what I give you, no taking what you want.” 

He grunted but obeyed, stilling his hips. 

“Now, before I fuck you, let me make something clear. I don’t want you touching me and I don’t want you cuming until I tell you to, is that clear?” 

He nodded his head, muttering a small, “Yes.”

“I can’t hear you, baby,” I smirked. “What was that?”

“Yes, Mommy.” 

“Very good, baby. Now, let's take these off.”

I moved back off his lap and pushed my fingers past the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to meet his jeans at his ankles. Eddie’s cock bounced up, hitting his abdomen, precum smearing where the tip touched his skin. He was completely hard, head flushed a deep red, and twitching. 

Taking his thick length into my hand, I gave him a few pumps. He whimpered at the feeling, hands balled into fists at his sides. I walked myself up his body on my knees and stopped right over his cock. Pulling his tip through my puffy folds, I exhaled shakily, ready to feel him filling me up. 

With no warning, I pushed him into me, letting myself fall onto him slowly. The stretch of my walls around him elicited sweet moans from the both of us, the sounds harmonious, like a song. 

“Fuck baby, you fill Mommy so well."  I bounce a few times, letting my head fall back, groaning out before looking back down at his flushed face. "Say you're sorry. Beg me to forgive you." 

Eddie furrowed his brow as I fucked him, concentration etched deep on his face as he tried not to touch me. 

"Come on baby, let me hear you." I moan out, cunt clenching around his cock.

""Please," he gasps, air entering and exiting his lungs quickly. "Please mommy, forgive me. I'm so sorry. Wanna make it up to you." 

"Yeah, baby? What's that? How you gonna make it up to me?" I sigh, hips grinding faster on him. I reached my hand up to play with my nipples, pulling and pinching. 

"I-I- I'll fuck you really good, have you cum over and over on my tongue. Won't touch anyone else but you. I only want you, mommy, please forgive me." He begged, hands grasping at the couch cushions, lip pulled between his teeth. 

"Yeah? Only me?" I reach a hand down to push against my clit, rubbing it almost furiously. 

"Yes, baby, only you. I've only wanted you for a while." He grunts then lets out a choked gasp. "Gonna cum." His voice wobbles in worry. 

"No cumming, I told you." I fuck myself harder, chasing my orgasm. 

"No, no can't hold it." He cries, but I keep going, pussy clenching around him tightly. 

My hand shoots out to his face, holding him to look at me. "You can, baby, and you will. Don't you wanna be a good boy for me?"

"Yes, yes I wanna be a good boy." He whimpers, cock twitching inside me. 

I hum, hips now rocking at an uneven pace. "Gonna cum baby, gonna cum all over your cock."

"Yes, Mommy, cum on my cock." Eddie mewls.

My head lulls forward, eyes closed, body spasming to a stop as I cum, juices leaking around Eddie's cock. I prop myself on his chest catching my breath before opening my eyes again to stare into eddies. “You can cum now baby. You’ve been such a good boy.” 

I let out a choked moan as Eddie pistons his hips up into my sore pussy, grabbing onto me as I fell forward. The feeling of him so deep in my count left me crying in pleasure and quickly cumming a second time as he found his release. 

As he came his hips bucked irregularly into me, hot spurts of cum filling me up and making me shiver. He moaned loudly in my ear, muttering, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” 

I let my body go limp in his arms, struggling to catch my breath as he peppered kissed over my shoulder and neck. 

“I meant it, Sweetheart, wanna be only yours, if you'll have me.”

I sighed into him, pulling my head back to meet his eyes. I gave him a small nod, “Okay. And I forgive you, but if you ever make me feel the way you did again, I won't hesitate to hurt you.” threatened, only half joking. 

“Wouldn’t expect any less, baby.” He kissed me on the lips. 

Laying back down on him, I sighed, feeling his softening cock still in my pussy. 

“So,” I asked, mumbling into the skin of his chest. “Mommy huh?” 

“Shut up.” He grumbled, hissing as my cunt clenched around him as I laugh. 

“Sorry, sorry.” I kiss just above the spider tattoo on his chest. “Although I wouldn’t mind being in charge sometimes, it was really fun.”

“Yea1h? You liked that?” 

“I liked it, Eddie,” I confirmed. 

“Then we'll see.” I could tell he was grinning into my hair as he spoke, shaking his head slightly. “I’ve got a question.”

“And I have an answer.” 

“Will you be my girlfriend? Exclusively?” 

I popped my head up and grinned at him. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

[redxixi]

requesting a Bakugo fic!!

A/N: HSJDSJ i dont really simp over bakugou but i still wanted to do this so thank you anon for this request i hope this satisfies ur needs.

`◇ pairings : bakugou x female reader

`♡ warnings : fingering, breading kink, making out, smeggs obv

+` summary : your the top hero's assistant and your boss got fed up with your attitude

growing up katsuki had one dream, to become the number one hero, and the did. after years of working hard he finally became the number one hero he always wanted to be. alongside that he also has one of the biggest agencies training the next gen to supass even him. katsuki wasn't a man that had alot of patients so that meant everyone had to work extra hard at his agency otherwise he would litterly shout at them until they either quit or cried. and that was hard on you since you were his assistant.

you had been his assistant for 5 years now working hard day in and day out, you were the only assistant who managed to stay this long, mainly it was because you would just shout back at him whenever he shouted to you. you were the only one who had the balls to do such a thing. and frankly that turned him on. katsuki never really thought of marrying or having children but whenever it came to you all he wanted was to get you pregnant.

today was another day for the famour mr. dynamite, signing paperwork, dealing with interviews, press etc etc. it made him sick. he wanted to become a hero to save people and help them, not to be interviewd everyday and asked the same question. it was tiring, he'd rather be on the streets fighting 24/7 than be asked one more time what his "motivation" was to becoming a great hero.

he sat at his desk at the very top floor of his agency, he was signing paperwork because on his last mission he did alot of damage to the buildings.

"who cares about the stuipid fucking buildings. i saved the day thats important right?"

he said muttering under his breath. his office door openend and you entered.

"katsuki sir did you finish signing the paperwork for the damage?"

"well if i did i would have called you in but i didn't that means im not done okay dollface? did you understand that or do i have to spell it out for you"

he said with a snarky and angry tone. honestly what a child, all he had to do was say it nicely but no. apprently that is too much to ask for.

"you could have been nice about it you know"

you said smiling sarcastically.

"you know what im done"

he pushed his desk away and stood op marching up to you. you thought that you would get fired this time or he would yell or do something to you but he didn't what he instead did is take your forearms, pulled you into him, and put his lips on yours. at first your eyes opened wide, you tried to resist, but you just gave in, melting in his arms. the kiss was sloppy, messy and straight up filled with lust. when he finally broke the kiss there was a string of saliva connecting your lips.

"i had enough with your fucking attitude. im horny and stressed so tonight you will come over and i will fuck you dumb okay dollface?"

after he said that he placed a quick peck on your lips and walked away from you, out of his office while you stood there in awe. what just happend.

It was around 10 ish when you entered his house. it was a big house a bit outside of town. you came here often as his assistant but never like this. after the kiss in the office you didn't know what to do. ofcourse you wanted to fuck him i mean who wouldn't. so you went over, easy peasy right.

"hi dollface"

you hear a voice right next to your ear out of nowhere. you jumped and you fight of flight response kicked in. you threw a puch with he caught.

"s..sir?"

he smirked and pulled you again. kissing you once more, it was gentle, passionate, but hot and steamy at the same time. you threw your hands around his neck and pulled him in even more. his hands wandered and went for your thighs, he took both of em causing him to carry you, it was like your weight was nothing to him. not breaking the kiss he carried you to his room and ploped you down on his bed.

"you know i wanted to do this for a long time"

he smirked and procceeded to take of his clothes one by one until he was only in his underwear. you also took off your clothes leaving you in your bra and panties. he proceeded to take out his cock and it was beautiful. it was girthy and long and veiny, and it had a pretty pink tip that you wanted in your mouth. you stood up and leaned forward being now face to face with his cock.

"like what you see angel? this is al yours now. i would love to see you worship my cock but im impatient today."

he sat on the bed and i was picked up. now i was sitting on his lap, my back against his chest.

"please sir"

you wanted no needed him to touch you, kiss you, do anything.

"is my pretty slut beggin already dont worry i will take good care of you"

his hands came down to my cunt, stroking it through my underwear. you let out little whines and moans. he tore your underwear and pushed his 2 finger in you. the sudden intrusion caushing you to scream out. but he didn't stop there, he just kept going thrusting it in and out roughly.

"wait please slow down kats i..i can't"

but your plea fell on deaf ears. the pressure was becoming unbearable and you felt your high aproaching quick. right as you were about to cum he stopped, pulling his fingers out and showing you the mess you made on his finger.

"you only get to cum on my cock understood"

you were suddenly flipped, face down in the pillow and ass up. this position was embarrising but you soon forgot about that when katuski spanked you hard. you let out a shriek. right then you felt his cock, rubbing against your empty, gaping hole.

"such a good girl"

with that he plunged his cock deep in you not stopping until he was fully nested in there. you eyes rolled back, never had you felt so full.

"so bigggg~"

you slurred out.

"of course it is angel"

he started moving his dick in and out of your hole at a steady pace, it was slow but deep. you clung on your pillow for dear life. he sped up his movements, the sound of skin slapping agaisnt skin was becoming louder and louder."

"wanted to do this for soo longggg fuckk. finally got you."

you were in for a long night.

A/N: i dont know how to end stories help.

[lovebvni]

Shifting tips plz?

hey hon!! i’m going to be honest, i’ve been avoiding answering this because i feel like this is a three part thing. before shifting, during shifting, and after an attempt. so im gonna try to answer it like that.

!! long blog ahead !!

pre-shift

• before a shift, it’s good to meditate. get your mind, soul and intention on one thing, making an attempt.

• set an intention/affirm! for a few minutes, just say “i am going to shift.” “i have shifted.” “i will shift this attempt.” “i always succeed when i shift” or things like that. get it deep into your mind, into your bones! let the universe hear it!!

• do something to tire you out PHYSICALLY! this is some advice i haven’t seen before, but has helped me. if your physical body is tired, it’s easier for it to fall asleep so it can recover. but, after exercising, your mind and subconscious wasn’t doing much, so it still has energy to spare!

• hype yourself up! another thing i don’t see much, making yourself excited to shift. if you’re pumped with adrenaline, and then you’re about to do that action to get where you’re going (example, you got ready for a party and you’re getting ready to go in your car) you’re going to be like going CRAZY mentally and this will help u so much!!

• reflect! yeah, this is similar to affirming, in the way you’re reminding yourself of what you did and what you can do. remind yourself of that he attempts you made in the past, the symptoms you got, the times you temporarily shifted (or minishifted if u call it that) remind yourself of your power, your abilities!!

• read your script to where you’re shifting! if you have a script, of course, i know some people mentally script or don’t script much, but look over it if you have one. change little things, remind yourself what you look, the colour of your eyelashes compared to your eyebrows. random things like that.

• visualize it. “thoughts become things. if you see it in your mind, you will hold it in your hand” — bob proctor. this isn’t limiting yourself to visualizing, hell, you can SAY you’re doing it. like i sometimes tell myself “i’m going to shower” or “i’m going to make a blog today” then i do it. i saw it in my mind, i spoke it, now i hold it in my hand. and there’s proof! witnesses, bro! sometimes, all you gotta do is think it and believe those thoughts are real.

during a shift

keep focus! or as my pastor once said, keep watch! watch your thoughts, watch your mind. if it starts drifting away from the method and you start thinking you want a sandwich ( *cough cough* me and @shiftingwithhale *cough cough* ) then refocus and redirect your thoughts. “i accept this thought, i will now move back to shifting.” then focus on shifting again. your mind WILL wonder, and that’s not a bad thing! you are human as much as you are god! you will make mistakes! but that doesn’t mean you keep making those mistakes. yall, i accidently stole once and i CRIED MY FUCKING EYES OUTTT!! before returning it. i was so upset i accidentally stole, and i went back in that store CRYING when I gave it back.( i was like 4 btw. i was so scared, it was cold n i wanted to ask my mom for smth but i forgot when i was holding her hand 💀)

listen to a sub/theta waves/a guided method! just something! it helps the brain focus and calms the crazy side. this is obvs if u have the ability to. for example, i know someone who can’t have their phone after a certain time + their parents make sure to take it before and check on them. they aren’t into shifting, it just makes it extremely difficult to talk to them after a certain time 🙄🙄 if u can’t do this, dw!! listen to a sub before going to bed/while doing hw :)

when intrusive/negative thoughts come — “why am i doing this?” “this is stupid.” “i what if i mess this all up bc i gotta sneeze” WHO TF CARES!! LITERALLY MOVE. TELL THEM TO SHUT UP. TELL THEM U WRE BETTER! OR EVEN TAKE A BREAK BRO! the break can literally b a few minutes js to regroup. sit up so you won’t fall asleep, open your eyes, count your fingers and toes (LMAO?? this is specific to someone) and tell yourself “i can do this because i’ve done it. plus other people have done it, all over the world! if one can achieve, so can another.” i feel like it’s so powerful just to remind yourself that if other people can do it you can. if you wanted some new shoes but js got fired from your job n you don’t know what to do, then just wait for a moment. talk to ppl you know. get it done somehow, because eventually you’ll get those shoes, if not better ones!

just do it bro 💀💀 like actually. if you fall asleep after counting to 17 WHO CARES! an awake method can b an asleep method. your brain shutting off does not equal your subconscious shutting down. dude, it CANT DO THAT!! it’s always working, and it works better when your body is resting. keep that in mind.

after an attempt

CELEBRATE i don’t give a shit if you fully shifted or not. you did something. you committed to it. sure, i know it’s hard to keep high spirits, but celebrate the little things. isn’t thanksgiving coming up? be thankful that u found out abt shifting. be thankful you can do an asleep method n shift that way. don’t b mad u didn’t wake up in ur dr, be happy you woke up in a parallel reality and you’re even closer!

write down what worked and what didn’t! if something in your method frustrates or confuses you, change it or remove it. if you visualize in the middle of the method, and you don’t like it, drop it 🤷 do what helps YOU PERSONALLY! use this as a form of journaling. and also, take a deep breath and write out your frustrations w shifting. then write what you love about it. always balance the negative w positive <3

do a reality check! make sure you’re not in a dream. weather you shifted where u want to or not, it’s always good to get in the habit of doing reality checks. it may surprise u and allow u to lucid dream and then shift!!

be in the present! if you didn’t shift, fuck that! you’re here right now and that’s what you can control! sure, you didn’t shift in the PAST but you can in the PRESENT and the FUTURE! so focus on that. it helps with your hope and motivation <3

that’s all i have for u lovely! if i think of anything else, i will update this blog, bc i do rlly believe and hope it will help people <3 this is another blog that made me think, so thank you for that! :)

i love u honey!! i wish u the best on your shifting journey !!

[alevolpe]

How do the girls deal differently with anger? If it's too much, I'm mostly interested in reading your thoughts on Ami, Rei, Makoto and Minako.

Your insights are *chef kiss*.

I REALLY love this question! Srry it’s taken me so long to answer.

First of all I’ll say for all of them, it depends! Is it something out of their control? Cause if not, mf REI HINO does not stay mad about it, Her ass is sprinting to kick the problem’s ass in milliseconds, right along with Mako! But for simplicity sake, I’ll say the reason the girls are angry is something out of their control and they can only sit there and find way to deal with their emotions.. ok. GO!

Ami. Ami stresses, Ami stresses way more than people think she does. I genuinely see Ami being an extremely stressed person, to the point where I can easily see her being the one with the shortest life span. Stress is scientifically proven to have adverse effects on your health.

How does Ami deal with anger? In most situations I think she suffers in silence. She doesn’t ponder too much, she just tries to keep on going like nothing happened, cause the second she starts taking a moment to think about herself openly is the moment she catches herself “being selfish”. People around her don’t need to see this.

Ami is meant to be that one pleasant person you come across. The one to be always kind to you, no matter the day. A silent yet strong and resilient symbol of strength and comfort.

This is obv a very unhealthy mindset, which I can see Ami getting better at as she get older, but not all the way.

She HATES crying, she always has. The lowest moments in her life is where she just couldn’t cope with all her emotions and just broke down and cried, so she associates crying with “This moment is REALLY THAT BAD”, it’s almost a coping mechanism where she sees herself brimming with copious amounts of anger and emotion, yet she’s not crying, so it’s fine, it’ll be ok. The moments where she cried never ended up ok and still resonate with her.

I think Ami also finds small, yet meaningful ways to destress while coping with anger. Reading is a simple one, I think laying on the floor and taking a moment to decompress helps her too, perhaps while cupping her ears and just depriving herself of as many outside factors as possible. Listening to specific genres of music, going through her father’s sketches, and even sharing an intimate physical moment with a loved one. With Ami for me is a wild pendulum between “I need to feel as much as possible RIGHT NOW!” To “I don’t want to feel anything right now”.

Rei. Oh, boi.. Rei, when has Rei ever been angry? LOL Rei is pretty much always angry.. angry at what? EVERYTHING! Angry at the chickens for spreading the feed to the porch, angry at Yuichiro for using the wrong china for tea, angry at the man down the street, angry at the spicy noodles for NOT BEING ON SALE ANYMORE, angry at the nearest pole for standing in REI HINO’s way! EVERYTHING! But she’s right, why? Cause she’s Rei Hino!

On a deeper level, Rei’s anger is mostly directed at herself, it’s like a 70-30 split of Rei holding herself and the world and people around her to such high standards, it eats her alive. She is her biggest critic and that’s honestly why I see her having such a significant ego.. she kind of earns it. She’s so extremely diligent, yet when she messes up or the people around her do, it kills her cause she knows she should do better, she NEEDS to do better and the others need to do better too. Tho their names aren’t Rei Hino, so she can’t expect them to be perfect all the time. Rei Hino though, she’s fucking perfect, so she better not make ANY mistakes and shit, Rei never makes mistakes!

Also Rei lacks the most basic functions of self reflection.. or reflection in general, as well as self-awareness. She doesn’t have high standards on herself to please anyone but herself, so her emotions are more often heightened by the fact that they are not really based on “normal human decency/shame/standards”, but rather based from her own ‘flawless’ logic and standards. So, something so extremely insignificant can be the irrational thing to tip her over the edge to a breakdown.

Her biggest outside source of consistent pumping uncontrollable anger is her father. I really see them as two peas from the same pod, they are both arrogant, head asses who can’t get over themselves to meet the other person half-way. (even tho Rei is way more justified! Cause fuck him fr)

With all that rambling said, how does Rei deal with anger? If Rei is in a situation where she can’t genuinely go and solve the problem herself, I think she meditates. She spends sometimes up to double digits of hours just meditating. In a way the least Rei-like thing to do, but there’s just something so extremely comforting to Rei about it. She can finally detach all of her worries, her judgments and just exist, peacefully.

Mako. Poor baby.. she has dealt with anger issues since such a young age and her coping mechanisms aren’t great. In the best of times they result in: smashing someone’s face open, but if the problem can’t be solved that way… it gets way more complicated. Mako is a very reactive person: you hurt me, I hurt you. That’s her logic, but in a world so complicated how does such a simple creature manage.. poorly I tell you.

Mako does not like being angry, It’s almost shameful for her, especially around her loved ones. She doesn’t understand why she’s so frequently angry and it eats at her, to the point where she’s literally yelling at herself “why can’t you just be happy?!”. Concepts like trauma and mental illness are so unknown to her.. smart people stuff she’ll call it. get this girl a therapist RN!

How does Mako deal with anger? There are many moments where I see Mako being unable to control her anger. Taking it out on objects around her is out the question! She simply cannot afford it, if Mako grips that phone too hard is goodbye to having a phone period… so I see Mako reactively reaching for a cigarette instead. She’s not proud of it, but what can she do? She can get out and go for a run til her muscles ache, but that would expose her to so many outside factors that could risk heightening her anger. A cigarette always helps.. maybe 2 sometimes.

If her anger is not to that destructive level quite yet, she may reach for her mother’s cookbook and set her mind to a nice relaxing baking session or she can reach to that unfinished crocheted scarf and work on it a lil more, perhaps clean the whole living room instead! All activities that bring her comfort, but which are also ways to deal with her anger that would not put her into further trouble.

With her very unstable financial situation I actually don’t see her working out almost at all. She frequents the school’s sport clubs, but outside of that, she can’t just go throw weights around any time she wants. She has school, sailor business, work.. she has no time. Though this is something I see her start doing as she gets older and possible gets engaged into a better financial situation. Outside of physically fighting someone, I don’t see her wanting to let her anger manifest into physical actions (later she’ll learn that’s actually rlly healthy along with speaking about it, but this Mako has never heard of therapy of self-help.. she can barely afford a doctor, let alone a therapist that can tell her how to deal with pain).

Mina! Man.. Mina’s kinda tough. She’s really hard to read and is excellent at masking her emotions. Doesn’t matter how angry she is, if she doesn’t want you to realize she’s angry, you have a very very very low chance of figuring that out and even a lower chance of getting any readable confirmation of your theory.

Much like Rei, Mina is also very self-critical, but not to Rei’s unreasonable extents. Mina is, because she needs to, she’s the leader, the level headed one, controlling her emotions is not a choice, it’s a necessity. Along with that I see her being way angrier at the world around her than any other of the inners, but she’s not hypocritical about it.. she realizes she’s part of the problem. People are so fucking selfish, it’s disgusting, and yet.. she knows she’s not so different.

So how does Mina deal with anger? Ironically enough, I see Mina being the one throwing weights around. Mina LOVES working out, physical activity is her n1 stress reliever. She’s not very picky either, she most often makes do with anything she has at hand, including environments and all types of different circumstances to adapt to the most reasonable and appropriate workout at the time.

Other than that, I can easily see her openly venting to those around her. If it’s something she doesn’t care about you knowing she’s angry about, then you’ll def hear about it, willing or not! That’s the more “friend” part of Mina coming out, and less of her disciplined persona as “the leader”. Different circumstances lead to different ways of coping. There’s a lot that Mina needs to filter between “we’re friends” and “I’m your leader”, and that complex inter-dynamic of her character is one of my favorite aspects of her.

And speaking of public coping method for anger management.. Mina’s kind of a dick too, depending on the day, she’ll go openly be an ass to someone on the street to destress, or encourage Rei in similar behavior. Entertainment is a kind of minor, yet significant way Mina uses to keep her emotions at bay, a form of temporary distraction, and hey.. Mina is pretty shameless after all. She doesn’t care. Also I can see other types of ‘activities’ that are def a personal fav method of coping for Mina as well *ahem*.

[berryz-writes]

Grayson Hawthorne Headcanons- when he was younger

He took ages to sleep. Playing chess games with himself, trying to draw the world map by memory literally did anything to fall asleep faster

Sometimes when he had nightmares he would just lay in bed knowing that Jameson would come to his room first. Once he did they would talk about things (never about their nightmares) but just in general. Once he knew Jameson was asleep he would finally sleep as well

Always took care of Xander even if it meant being the uptight brother

Wanted his mothers attention so would draw her cute cards and gave her flowers that he had dug up from the gardens

When he was bored, if his grandfather was at home he would follow him around sometimes discretely to see what he did and how he acted (he wanted tips on what to do once he got the fortune)

Being super young, Grayson sometimes wondered down corridors, just so he could get lost and then maybe he would get a little attention and someone would come find him

Instead he just found his way back to his room because obvs he's extremely smart

He also made up a lot of games for him, Xander and Jameson to play when they were younger

Always asked Nash for advice before doing anything because he didn't want to do it wrong

Never or barely cried in front of everyone because he didn't want to be seen as weak

He was a quiet child in class but always put his hand up to give the answer

Liked it when Jameson joined his school because Jameson was able to make friends in a heartbeat with literally everyone

Didn't trust his friends completely but he did enjoy spending time with them

His favourite extra curricular was Photography which he had joined because he had wanted to create memories that lasted forever

He is naturally good at drawing/art.

When he was small and the boys had a maid he would tell her "Please could you style my hair so it looks neat?" Cared about his presentation when he was like 6 years old

Also was always so so polite. His teachers always complimented his manners in parent meetings

Great at sports especially cricket but he's not really a fan of how long the game is

Whenever he wanted something he would whisper it at first "Could I please have the crayon?" He had to repeat himself like twice before the other children could hear him

Wasn't necessarily a shy child but he was quiet compared to Jamie

Jamie and Gray always get compared by teachers "You sure he's your brother? He's the complete opposite"

Anytime any child made eye contact with him he would give them the sweetest smile his dimples showing.

He didn't have very close friends but everyone in the class liked him so he was voted for class president quite a few times

His uniform was always so clean like there would not be a spot of dirt on his clothes. He was a clean child.

Unlike Xander who always had paint splotches down his shirt

When Xander was super young like 4 years old, all 3 of them would go to Nash's room and make him read a bed time story on Saturday nights

Slowly this tradition changed to Grayson also getting a part in reading. Xander and Jamie would fall asleep and so whenever it was Jameson's turn to read he had fallen asleep

Nash would ask if he wanted to sleep here as well but because Grayson likes to be independent he would leave to his own room- half an hour later he would creep into Nash's room and sleep next to Xander

Also still liked spending time by himself. Finding a comfy corner in the library to read his favourite book to escape for a bit- he would usually find Jamie here as well seen as though he loves reading

When he was quite young he insisted on having an opticians appointment because he thought people with glasses were smarter. Of course he turned out to have 20-20 vision.

He is the most hot fucking person in the whole of Hawthorne house

[avelera]

Speaking of having headcanons for my own fic, but if or when (it’s when, obvs) Dream and Hob get around to actually getting their hands all over each other the way they want to in “Giving Sanctuary”, I don’t know why, but I’m 1000% certain about what they want to do to each other once they move past making love, tooth-rottingly sweet vanilla sex, and just cuddling for approximately one hundred consecutive years to make up for how touch starved they both are:

(VERY nsfw, bit of a behind the scenes piece)

Hob: wants to rim Dream until one of them cries. In Hob’s current state, it’s not a given that it will be Dream who cries first. Hob wants to get his hands all over Dream possibly more than he wants to breathe at this point and might even trade off if one gave him the opportunity at the other (it’s not as if he’d die). Hob wants to get his hands and ideally his mouth on every part of Dream he’s permitted to touch and would gladly remain there as long as he’s permitted too.

So: rimming. Hob is 1000% in my mind a champion at oral and beyond wild fantasies the first thing he’s going to be absolutely dying (ha) to do to Dream once they start getting creative is use his mouth on Dream for as long as possible without tilting him over the edge into coming, ideally until he has Dream screaming into a pillow.

Dream: prostate milking. Dunno why this is so clearly in my head, hell it’s not been necessarily a thing for me, but I have some theories why it’s very high up on Dream’s “first step up from vanilla but still nervous about scaring Hob off with how crazy Dreaming sex can be” escalation path.

1 ) The allure would be fascination with the capabilities of the human form and specifically Hob. Doing something that makes Hob feel good for an extended period but that allows Dream to watch Hob as he gets increasingly worked up and messy while Dream could remain relatively pristine and in control of himself. Seeing a part of Hob, like spend, leaking from him in copious amounts would have its own erotic fascination for Dream.

2 ) The effect Dream’s singular focus would have on Hob. Doing something that requires that attention to be focused specifically on Hob’s pleasure and body, particularly after Hob’s had such a terrible, debilitating century to his self esteem. Dream would like nothing more than to disabuse Hob (in 1689) of the notion of his own unworthiness in bed or undesirability by spending an absurd amount of time milking his prostate and bringing him to orgasm as many times as he could stand it. Dream wants to make Hob feel good after how good he’s made Dream feel with his generosity and regard towards Dream. Dream is a focused and relentless being. Watching Hob come apart over and over on his fingers while Dream whispers sweet words of his beauty and worthiness to him is a thought that would keep Dream very warm at night while the two of them are still fumbling their way to that sort of open and unselfconscious communication.

[you-cant-fuck-megaman]

I’m aware they aren’t Megaman but seeing as the two fandoms tend to buddy together I have made this to save you the trouble…

No.

You can’t fuck the Metarchy, You can’t fuck (at least what’s left of) the Ecumene Council.

You ask any of the contender class ancillias for poon and they’ll look at you like you lost your gottdamn marbles. That and the youngest is around 7-8 BILLION years old. It’d be like a toodler asking to bang for these three. Like a weird sense of interspecies pedophilia. That and Mendicant is to busy trying to atone for nearly killing everything and everyone. Offensive is to busy playing militant law enforcement. And all Custodian wants to do is read his books in peace. You can’t fuck them.

What about the monitors?! And I have heard your impassioned cries. The answer is still a resounding NO. Firstly they’re orbs, spherical, ball shaped. So unless you wanna fuck a volleyball with laser eyes meant to disintegrate organic matter. Then don’t fuck em… that and most of them are so lonely they’ve gone cuckoo for coco puffs and see you as obsolete and will attempt to kill you. A good chuck of them are actually disgusted by biological life, and that includes you.

What about 343-?…

NO!!

Leave poor Chakas (Guilty Spark) alone!!! He lost everyone he’s ever loved either by the Halo event or time itself! He lost his humanity to save it and the galaxy from an interstellar plague!! Just let the poor man retire from the intergalactic space drama he got sucked into.

No!

You can’t fuck the forerunner A.I’s from Halo!!

Just like you can’t fuck Megaman!!

(Hope you enjoy this silly little post for an unusually come crossover contender for the Megaman fandom. Keep up the amazing content you brilliant S.O.B)

magnificent. thank you very much! this was a treat to read.

i'm unfamiliar with Halo (tho i liked Marathon), but a couple of my friends have been writing up similar "You Can't Fuck" posts and taking it as an opportunity to gush about characters they love. which honestly i think is a net benefit. obv i love Megaman, but there's a lot of good franchises out there that could use people writing long dumps about their preferred characters.

my little sister has been tempted to make a "You Can't Fuck Pokémon" sideblog and honestly i wish her lucifer's blessing because that is ground god will not tread

[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; chapter eleven

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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"We can't loop him in on this. He cannot know, Snowy." Kie says, shaking her head at me as we pull away, and I wave at Rafe out the window. He gives me a quick wave, before revving the bike and taking off.

"No, I know. I won't tell him anything he doesn't have to know." I sigh. I already know that will be much easier said than done- especially when he ran to our rescue because he heard gunshots over the phone. Note to self: don't take calls while hunting the Royal Merchant.

We make it back to the chateau and open up the envelope as soon as we can. It has some paper and a tape recorder. We listen to it with John B, and by the end, he's in tears. He hasn't heard his father's voice in so long. I hug him as he cries in my arms. He deserves a break from all this treasure hunting and the royal merchant, just to grieve. My heart breaks for him.

The papers in the envelope turned out to be a folded-up map, with an 'X' marking a spot out off the shore. It must be where the merchant is. Big John found it. Now, we just have to figure out how to get to it.

The next morning, I woke up around six to the sound of John B making breakfast in the kitchen. I find myself with my head on JJ's shoulder, and I sit up, digging for my phone in the covers before getting up, climbing over JJ, and walking out into the living room.

"A beer? Already?" I laugh, opening the fridge and looking for something to eat.

"You know it."John B smiles, taking another sip. "We got a big day ahead."

I eventually decide it'll be better to wait until I head out for coffee with Rafe, and I'll get a cookie or something. I don't bother changing out of my pajamas to go sit on the hammock outside. I lay down, and look out at the water. It's going to be another beautiful day today- there's not a cloud in the sky. I grab my phone and turn it on, just Anna has sent me some pictures of very random things, including herself. Those will go ignored for now.

I text Rafe, figuring he'll see it when he wakes up and we can iron out our plans. I'm excited. I feel guilty, almost, that last week I was admitting to being in love with JJ, but now I don't feel so worried about that. My feelings for JJ haven't changed, I do love him, but was I ever in love with him if I could feel so giddy about spending time with someone else? about kissing someone else? It's just confusing. I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Rafe texts me back. He's up early.

R: oh hey, goodmorning S: you're up early? R: i'd say the same to you S: john b is a loud cooker. what's your excuse? R: gym. S: ah, gotcha. we still on for this morning? i would die for a caramel macchiato right now, lol R: yeah for sure :) i'll come get you after i'm done at around 7:20? S: sounds great! see you then :)

I lay my phone on my chest and lay back down, closing my eyes for about twenty minutes before I decide to go in and get dressed and ready. I grab a twisted tea from the fridge and walk back towards the bedroom. "Oh so now you agree it's not too early to drink." John B laughs from the porch.

"It's tea, John B. Everyone drinks tea in the morning." I joke, cracking it open.

JJ is still fast asleep when I enter, so I grab my bag and head into the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and get changed into this yellow romper, and I actually find myself with some time to do my makeup after putting my hair up in a claw clip, which is a time-consuming event. I think my hair is just too heavy, so I always end up only putting half of it up. By the time I'm finished, it's about 7:15.

I hear John B talking to JJ as I come out, throwing my phone and wallet into my tote back and walking out into the living room. "Damn, you look nice," JJ says.

"I'd get changed though, we've got big plans that are probably not safe for clean clothes." He adds and John B hits his shoulder.

"She's got a date."

"Oh, right." JJ nods. "Will you be back when we get Kie and Pope at like, lunchtime?" He asks.

"Yes sir." I salute him, looking out the window when I hear a car pull up.

"It's Rafe, I gotta run," I say, downing whatever is left of my tea and leaving the can on the counter as I run out.

I hop in the passenger seat of the red convertible and put my bag at my feet. "Good morning." I smile, already fixing my hair.

"Morning," Rafe replies, putting his arm on the back of my seat and looking out the back window to reverse onto the street.

"This is a sweet car. Is it yours?" I ask and Rafe shakes his head as we drive away.

"No, no... It's my dad's." He says and I nod.

"Well, nice of him to lend it to you."

"More or less." He agrees. "He left the keys on the counter." Rafe laughs slightly.

"Oh.. is that okay? I mean, if I took my dad's truck he would probably run me over with it." I laugh. Rafe doesn't, tough crowd today.

We grab our coffees and decide to walk down the marina.

"What was happening last night?" Rafe asked, suddenly changing the subject and stopping me from rambling about the time I watched Pope and JJ climb a cell tower.

This caught me off guard, but it shouldn't. I knew he would want to know more. "We were just hanging out, like I told you," I answer, grabbing his hand as we keep walking.

"People don't shoot at kids just hanging out, Snowy." Rafe replies, looking down at me.

"Okay, yeah... You're right. JJ just isn't in their good books at the moment. Something to do with his dad and drug money or something.." I lie, knowing Luke well enough to know that it would check out.

"Right.." Rafe nods. "I just- I know I can't tell you what to do, so I won't, but that's some shit you can't get mixed up in- okay?" He says seriously.

"Yeah, I know."

"I just don't want you to get hurt. I care about you, I know I'm being crazy but I don't want to be chasing you around Kildare making sure you don't get shot." Rafe explains, running his free hand through his hair. "Your brother would lose his mind- I can't, I can't deal with that. I can't deal with you being gone I just can't-"

"You're not being crazy, Rafe. I understand." I tell him, stopping to look into his eyes. I can tell he's upset. "I still can't believe you heard gunshots and decided to run right into that mess." I laugh a little, making him smile slightly as his gaze softens.

"I'd do it for you a million times." He says and I already feel the blush spreading across my cheeks. "But, I just hope I won't have to, is what I mean."

"That was a one-time thing. It's okay." I promise him.

Rafe sighs and nods. "Good. Thank you." We keep walking, and after a few moments of silence, he continues. "I just- you know, like I said the other night, I'm pretty sure I really like you. I like being around you, I like this." I blush as he says this.

"I like it too." I smile. "You know, you're not what I thought you would be like," I add, looking up at him as we continue to walk.

"What, did you think I was mean and scary?" He chuckles.

"Yeah." I giggle.

"Yeah, well, I kind of thought the same about you." He jokes.

"Really? You're joking."

"No, I swear. I just really only know what your brother has told me about you. That you're mean, angry, entitled... but I couldn't believe you could fit that much anger in such a tiny, cute body." He laughs and I shake my head, rolling my eyes.

"Of course, he would say that."

"But, then he'd say, you don't back down from a fight, and you don't let people tell you what to do, and you don't have patience for people." He says and I nod sarcastically. "Now, the way I see it anyways, you have to be those things to make it out here. And they're not all bad. I think we're a lot alike, actually."

"Mean and scary?" I ask, laughing a little.

"Yeah, we're mean and scary." He agrees, smiling at me.

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We eventually turn back and walk back the way we came, towards the car which we left outside the coffee shop. We talk about nonsense, pretty much the whole way. I do, mostly, but lucky for me he likes to listen.

"So, uh.. should we do this again?" He asks and I nod. I haven't just had a chill, casually fun time since we stumbled onto that Grady White.

"Yeah, this was fun. I hardly spend time away from my friends, but I liked it." I smile, shielding my eyes from the sun as I look over at the brunette boy. "Speaking of.." I sigh, "I've got to get back to them. We have plans at twelve."

"Of course, yeah." Rafe nods, but I can see his jaw get tense.

Just then, I look down at my phone and see a text from John B.

JB: meet us at kook club ? S: sure? see you there

"Hey, Rafe, can you drop me off at that country club? I don't remember what it's called, you know the one." I try and explain. He looks at me confused.

"Uh, yeah sure, but are you sure they'll let you in?" He jokes.

"Not a clue- John B just asked me to meet them outside." I shrug.

When we arrive, I see everyone waiting on the grass outside, just outside the parking lot.

"Thanks so much, Rafe. I'll text you in a bit." I smile at him as he pulls over near my friends, and I reach for the door handle.

Before I get out he grabs my arm, and when I turn and look at him he kisses me. I melt into him as I kiss him back, pulling away just a few seconds later when I hear my friends shouting at us.

"Literally get a room," Kie says, and I hear the boys groaning.

I turn my head to look back at them, but Rafe stops me by putting his hand on my chin, making me face him again. "I'll see you later, Juliette." He whispers, and I give him a quick kiss before getting out and waving him off, staring as he drives away.

My friends make fun of me because they've never seen my face so red. It's well deserved.

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A/N; this part is dull as hell i'm sorry LMAO but please bear with me here bc it'll get better once the plot gets more intense, i promise -R

[papakhan]

🧅🍉🥭 for sun and fleabag? and I cant find pepper emoji on my gboard so hot pepper for sun (although I feel like i know the answer 😭)

hehehehe THANK YOU SO MUCH sorry this is so late but here we go link to the meme

🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?

Sun

Sun doesn't cry super often, though he was considered a bit of a crybaby as a child (I think longtime allies of the Khans still think of him as the little boy crying in Papa's lap that one time their leaders all went to dinner). He still is the type of guy to get a bit watery if he stubs his toe or something, I think he mostly cries either out of stress or out of pain. He cried for days when he and Manny broke up and when he lost his finger, both of which I think are pretty understandable. I think Papa is probably the one most aware of this because THATS HIS BABY

Fleabag

I imagine Fleabag cries over a lot, the type who'd 100% cry watching children's movies about animals or whatever. They cry when a dog dies they cry when puppies are born, they cry when this one dog finally picks up a trick they've been trying to teach for a long time. I haven't ironed out Fleabag's relationships yet so I'm not sure who knows this about them <3

🍉 [WATERMELON] What will your OC take to the grave?

Sun

HMMM I think there's a lot of things he'd never admit to anyone. I think he gets quite jealous when Papa is fatherly towards other people but keeps it to himself because he thinks its childish. He's also convinced that he somehow singlehandedly caused the Khan vs House war in Vegas in 2274 because him getting his finger shot off being an idiot made Papa so angry he declared war on House (which isn't true because there was a lot of political stuff going on and building up to the war and Sun getting shot was a small part in a much larger choice on Papa and the advisors part) so I think that's the major one he'd take to his grave LMAO

Also physically taking to his grave he's def gonna get buried with his machete

Fleabag

So background on Fleabag that I'm not sure if I've shared but Fleabag's dad was a New Khan who was politically opposed to Papa Khan and his new leadership. Their dad wasn't such a nice person and while he did teach Fleabag how to breed and train dogs, he also taught them a lot of nasty opinions on Papa and the "agenda" he was bringing into the Khans, which Fleabag did internalise for a while. Obvs they worked through this and aren't at all like their dad anymore but I think they're still feeling shameful about the way they acted as a naive teenager under the thumb of their father. Fleabag also didn't come out as trans until after their dad died out of fear but I think they also feel guilty about that.

🥭 [MANGO] What colours best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favourites?

Sun

Orange for sure. Orange is just a very deserty colour to me and Sun is pretty adapted to working out there but I think it's also a colour of warmth and connection AND fire and passion. But I think Sun's favourite colour is red ever since his dad Min told him that its a lucky colour

Fleabag

I think green for Fleabag, their hat is green and they wear cameo clothing. I associate green with nature and Fleabag wanders around in the wilderness more than most and also obvs good with animals like all their dogs. If you asked Fleabag their favourite colour it'd probably the gold yellow of a coyote's eyes.

BONUS SUN ONE

🌶️ [HOT PEPPER] Who would your OC declare their sworn enemy if they could meet them?

It's Boone.

[goforth-ladymidnight]

16) 18) and 21) for brilin? I was thinking that they can be combined into one, but you could also choose one or two out of them. I do however demand them cuddling (if you feel like writing it ❤️ obv haha)

From this prompts list: 50 Reasons to Share a Bed

16) Because I prefer your heartbeat as my sound-soother,

18) Because I prefer your weight to my weighted blanket, and

21) Because you feel most protected with me.

I shared part of this story back in February wow has it been that long?! *checks calendar* Holy hell this ask was submitted back in January. Welp, and now I'm finally sharing it after months and months of stressing over the ending... I'm trying to embrace the mantra: "finished, not perfect", so I hope you like it!

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Title: Stay the Night

Pairing: Tamlin x Briar

Rating: Mature. Some spice, nothing explicit; references to past abuse and torture, but nothing graphic

Word Count: 3k

Summary: After finally sleeping together in her bed, Briar wakes up to find Tamlin is reluctant to stay the night after she has a nightmare, because he's afraid he'll make things worse. A direct sequel to "Love Bite" (also on AO3)

Read "Stay the Night" on AO3, or read on below:

The hounds were coming, and there was nowhere left to run. Naked except for the rags hanging from her bruised and battered form, Briar shivered as she stood near the edge of the cliff overlooking the King of Hybern’s war camps. A sharp wind blew at her back, whipping her hair around her face and threatening to send her over the edge. It was a long drop to the dark river below, but surely a less painful death than being torn apart.

The man who had freed her from the wooden rack by the king’s bonfire had promised someone would come for her. But as the eastern sky turned gray and the stars went out, she realized that the only ones coming were those serpent-faced hounds. Their unearthly howls, baying for blood, made her fall back a step. Loose rocks skittered beneath her bare feet and made her heart seize with fear as she toppled backwards over the edge. Her voice was so raw from smoke and screaming that she couldn’t even cry out as she fell. And fell. And fell.

Briar jerked upright with a hoarse cry. The water—no, the room—was pitch black, and she was alone. Alone and naked and drowning in an empty bed. Her legs were tangled in the sheets, and her cheeks were wet with tears.

“Briar,” a familiar voice said nearby.

She could have wept with relief, but her throat was too tight. “Tam,” she croaked.

The bed dipped as Tamlin sat beside her and gathered her into his arms. “I’m here,” he soothed. “It’s all right.”

She gratefully buried her face in the crook of his neck and fisted her hands in his shirt as she sniffed back more tears.

“Nightmare?” he murmured.

She managed a nod, but nothing more. It was only a nightmare, she realized, but the wisps of it still clung to her, making her skin clammy and causing her heart to race.

He began rocking her, gently, and pressed his lips to her hair. His spring forest scent chased away the memory of bonfire smoke and burning flesh, and she sighed. He had been there that day, she remembered at last. Someone else had come for her at the edge of the cliffs while a great golden beast fought off the hounds, giving them enough time to escape.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly.

She managed to uncurl her fingers and loosen her grip on his shirt as she began, “It was the hounds,” then froze as an eerie howl echoed through the night.

As more howls joined the first, Tamlin sighed, then pressed another kiss to the top of her head. “You must have heard the wolves outside. They’re just passing through the forest. They mean no harm.”

They sounded so similar to the cries of the serpent-faced hounds that haunted her dreams… “How can you tell?”

She thought she heard a smile in his voice as he replied, “Because they told me so.”

It was his forest after all: the High Lord of the Spring Court, the Golden Beast of the Woods.

Still, she was not entirely convinced as she pressed her ear to his chest, but she let the slow, solid rhythm of his heartbeat soothe her own. His arms tightened comfortably around her as he rested his cheek on her hair. After another minute or two, the last howls of those wild beasts—whether they were mortal wolves or faerie hounds—died down, and the night was peaceful once again.

She let out a relieved sigh, then turned her head to rest her chin on his strong shoulder. Running her hands over his broad back, she asked softly, “What time is it?”

He pressed his smooth cheek to hers and said, “Somewhere between midnight and early morning.”

Her gaze flicked toward the open window over his shoulder. Late enough for the moon to set, it seemed, but not early enough for the sun to rise. She pulled away and tried to make out his face in the dark. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” he murmured. His hand moved to gently brush the loose hair away from her cheek—for faeries could see in the dark—as he continued, “I didn’t sleep.”

“Even after…?” Making love, she wanted to say, but they had only done it once. Was sharing a bed with him the same thing? After all, if he hadn’t slept, she couldn’t call it sleeping together, and if he was already dressed, then she didn’t know what to call it. “…W-what we did?” she finished meekly.

He lowered his hand from her cheek. “It’s different for faeries,” he said quietly, and her heart sunk.  

She felt for the sheet pooled at her waist and lifted it over her bare breasts. “Is that why you’re already dressed?” she mumbled.

He at least had the decency to sound guilty as he replied, “I just thought I’d go into the forest for a while. I didn’t think you wanted to sleep next to me if I…”

He fell silent and stood.

She shivered in the night air breezing in through the window, and blindly reached for his warmth. “If what?” she prompted, finding his sleeve and gripping it.

He let out a long, weary sigh. “If I turn back,” he admitted quietly. Into a beast. “I dream about the naga-hounds, too,” he went on. “And the king, and the war, and…”

“So do I.”

He gently extricated her curled fingers from his sleeve. “You don’t grow claws when you do.”

“I’m not afraid of your claws, Tam,” she insisted, holding onto his fingers.

“You haven’t seen the state of my bed,” he replied evenly.

She blushed. “Well, I—You never asked—”

“For good reason,” he growled.

As she imagined it, what it must look like if he grew claws in his sleep, everything suddenly made perfect sense. It had nothing to do with her and everything to do with him… and the beast he was when she first arrived. There had been progress in the months since, but many rooms were still filled with broken and shredded furniture.

When she remained silent, lost in thought, he made to walk away, but she gripped his hand.

“Tam, please… Stay.”

“And risk tearing your bed apart, too?”

“If you don’t have a bed, that’s all the more reason to stay.”

He hesitated as he seemed to consider her offer. “This is your room, Briar. Your bed,” he said carefully. “You’re safe here… I don’t want to hurt you and ruin that.”

She couldn’t help her growing blush, or the shy smile that touched her lips. “I told you before… I liked it.” She could still feel his bite marks on her neck and breasts and thighs, and the delicious soreness between them.

He was quiet for a long moment, then he broke the silence by letting out an amazed laugh. When he was through, he sat back down and sighed. “You are a strange one, Briar Rose Greenwood,” he murmured, reminding her of their first meeting.

She smiled. “And you are rather thoughtful, for a beast.”

He leaned in, with his broad shoulders and quiet strength, bracing his hands on the mattress and sinking into her ready embrace as his mouth found hers in the dark. As his lips parted hers, she slid her hands beneath his shirt, seeking skin.

He shuddered beneath her hands, but he chuckled. “You’re cold,” he murmured against her mouth, and she grinned.

“Keep me warm, then,” she whispered, then pulled him down to the bed.

Sometime later, he sighed, and his breath was strangely refreshing against the damp sweat on her breast. “If I didn’t know better,” he said without moving, “I would think that you were using me as a blanket.”

The real blanket was somewhere on the floor, along with his shirt and trousers. With his head resting on her chest, and his legs tangled with hers, the comfortable weight and heat of his body protected her from all but the coldest of breezes still coming in through the window. Even so, it was more refreshing than chilling against her sweat-dampened skin.

She smiled up at the dark velvet canopy above them and began to play with his hair. It was like silk between her fingers. “So, what if I was?”

His answer was a low, rumbling purr that she could feel in her bones. “I suppose it’s only fair,” he said after a while, nuzzling his face between her breasts, “considering what a delightfully soft pillow you make.”

She chuckled, then laughed aloud as he gave her a playful nip. As he rested his chin upon her chest, she thought she could see him smile.

“I still find it difficult to believe that you aren’t afraid of me,” he murmured.

Her fingers paused in his hair. “It’s because I feel safe with you,” she mused aloud. “Even before I met you, you protected me from the hounds of Hybern. I’ll never forget that.”

He shifted his weight to look down at her, and traced one of the bite marks on her left breast. “After everything you endured,” he said softly, “I can’t imagine why you would enjoy this.”

She shifted beneath him, face flushing, and mumbled, “I don’t know… It’s different with you.”

She could feel him studying her, and she could imagine his pained frown.

She shrugged a shoulder and looked away. “I guess it’s because I know you’ll stop if I ask you to…” She blinked back tears as she remembered the smoke in her eyes, the flames, the pained screams, and the jeering laughter. “But in the camps… no matter how much I begged them… they never stopped hurting me.”

Tamlin shifted his weight off of her and rolled onto his side, pulling her against him, then kissed away the tears that threatened to fall. “I wish I could have saved you sooner,” he whispered, cradling her head and wrapping his other arm around her waist.

She slid her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder, unable to speak.

He hadn’t been there when the Children of the Blessed were brought before the King of Hybern, and for that alone, she was eternally grateful. If he had tried to set them free when the king demanded entertainment, the serpent-toothed hounds would have brought them back, bloody and swollen, paralyzed by venom, and unable to scream. It had happened before her very eyes, when one of the other Children tried to run.

“Do you still worship us, even now?” the king sneered as he forced them to watch their Brother’s torture. It didn’t end until nightfall, and even though she cursed the king’s name, she still thanked the High Mother when darkness came…

Tamlin brought her back to the present by pressing his lips to her neck, and she sucked in a sudden breath, grateful for the distraction as he laid her on her back.

She swept her tousled hair up and out of the way, then reached for him as he knelt over her, ready to forget about the nightmares for a while longer…

But he caught her hands, then pressed a kiss against the inside of one wrist. “Let me heal you,” he breathed, then bent his head and brushed his lips across the bite marks on her shoulder. “Let me do this for you.”

“Oh, Tam,” she murmured, reluctant to agree.

The faerie healers had done their jobs well that day, when Lady Viviane took Briar to the Winter Court camps after her rescue. They had healed her bruises, her burns, leaving her skin perfectly whole and pretty, washing away the scars as if nothing terrible had happened… but even magic couldn’t heal her dreams.

And now Tamlin wanted to do the same. A bite mark wasn’t the same as a burn, but at least it meant that she wasn’t broken, that she could still experience pleasure as well as pain… and even find pleasure in the pain. And he wanted to take that away.

He pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat, coaxing her. “Let me prove that I am more than a beast,” he whispered. “Please.”

His please melted the last of her resolve, and she found herself nodding. “All right, Tam,” she whispered, letting her hands fall to the pillow above her head. “I’ll let you.”

Whether it was his magic or his mouth, her skin tingled as he slowly kissed his way down her body. She gripped the pillow as his lips skimmed the tips of her breasts, but he didn’t linger. Her back arched with a surprised, hopeful gasp as his fingers slid over the soft hair between her thighs, only for that deliciously sore feeling inside to magically dissipate into mere memory. To her dismay, tears stung her eyes, and she let out a whimpering cry before she could help herself.

He withdrew his hand, and he stretched out beside her to cradle her face. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, but I—” She sniffed, but the tears kept coming. “—I wish you would,” she whispered hoarsely.

He huffed out a bewildered chuckle, and wiped away her tears with her thumbs. “Why?”

“Because—” She couldn’t hold back a sob. “—Because if you’re hurting me…” She tried to cover her face, truly horrified at her tears now. “Then they’re not.”

Gratefully, he didn’t try to soothe her or stop her crying. He let her roll away from him and curl up to cry, no matter how confusing it must have been for him: A human girl crying like a child because her lover refused to leave his bite marks on her skin.

After a minute—an eternity, really—his hand slowly stroked her hair from her damp cheek, and his gentle touch helped her catch her breath. She didn’t resist when he slowly curled himself around her and wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her close against his chest.

She sniffed, then was startled from crying when he gently nipped at her neck.

“There now,” he murmured, then nuzzled his face into her hair. “They can’t hurt you anymore.”

She closed her eyes and sighed, then pulled on his hand so that she could kiss his open palm. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Humans heal so slowly,” he explained gently. “I just didn’t want you to be in pain.”

She pressed her cheek to his palm and whispered, “I know.”

“Are you in pain now?”

“No.”

He was silent for a while, and she was grateful for the time to gather her thoughts.

As a Daughter of the Blessed, she had been taught that faeries abhorred ugliness. To be selected as a faerie bride or bridegroom, one must strive to be as perfect as their future partner. Scars and blemishes were covered up and smoothed away by special ointments and lotions. Therefore, she should have been grateful that the healers had made her skin so perfect after her rescue… but she wasn’t. And it ate away at her, from the inside out.

Tamlin gently turned her head and asked her, “Do you think you deserve pain?”

She blinked up at his starlit silhouette, shocked.

“Because you lived, and the others did not?”

She bit her lip as fresh tears threatened to fall, but, as she realized the truth in his words, she managed to nod.

Instead of chiding her, he gently brushed the hair back from her brow and went on, “You’re not the only one who feels that way, you know.”

She swallowed hard and rolled onto her back to face him, but she didn’t trust herself to speak. Not yet.

He propped himself up on his elbow and reached out with his free hand to gently trace her cheek with a single finger; she could have sworn his nail was the tip of a claw. “I never wanted to be the Heir of Spring,” he said softly. “In one night, I lost everything that mattered… and the only one left was me. I’ve never forgiven myself… and it’s been centuries.”

“Oh, Tam,” she whispered, and reached out to cup his cheek.

His warm lips brushed against her palm. “I thought I was easing your pain,” he murmured, then sighed. “My heart was turned to stone once, and I used to wish someone—anyone—would come along and curse me one more time, just so that I wouldn’t have to feel anything ever again.”

Overcome with emotion, she moved closer and pressed her lips to his. “I’m glad no one did,” she whispered against his mouth.

 He pressed his forehead to hers, and she heard a smile in his voice as he whispered, “As am I.”

His free hand moved from her cheek to her neck as he parted her lips with his own. She slid her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her as their kisses deepened.

When his lips moved to her jawline and down her throat, she took a deep breath and swallowed the taste of his kiss. “Thank you,” she whispered.

His mouth paused in the hollow of her throat. “For what?”

“For this. For healing me. I… I shouldn’t have gotten so upset.”

He breathed a heavy sigh against her neck before lifting his head to look down at her. She could just make out his strong features in the dark. “There is no need for you to apologize,” he said gently, running the back of his fingers down the curve of her cheek. “I’m the one who should—”

“No, don’t apologize,” she said quickly, covering his hand with her own. “You needed to heal me; I understand that now. You needed to heal me, just like I needed you to bite me.”

He curled his fingers around hers as he chuckled. “They’re hardly compatible,” he said wryly. “At least you wanted me to bite you, although I still don’t understand why.”

She smiled. “Maybe I can help with that,” she murmured, then gently nipped at his knuckles.

His playful growl was the only answer he gave before kissing her fiercely and pulling her on top of him.

When the sun rose, the great Golden Beast of the Wood was nowhere to be found. Instead, Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court himself, slept soundly in Briar’s arms and in her bed. And as for her nightmares… he helped her to forget all about them.

[smileygoth]

Undeath by Stereo (Stranger Things / Lost Boys)

Kind of an unofficial part 2 to my earlier fic ‘The Outlaw Torn’ but obvs this one is supposed to be funny :D All thanks go to @silver-psychopath for the idea – the link to their original post is below – and for letting me post this!

The premise: Vampire Eddie gets out of the Upside Down – he’s confused, he’s hungry, he has nowhere to go … so he goes to Dustin’s house. Cue some ‘Lost Boys’ style hysteria!

(And yes I know there's no stereo in it but I couldn't resist that title okay?!?!?!)

CW: There's a minor altercation with a cat ... that's about it!

Word Count: 2519 words.

Image: @zoomergeeked on Pinterest.

The figure stumbling out of Forest Hills trailer park went unseen by anyone. This was probably for the best for him, since his long hair and Hellfire t-shirt were on ‘Wanted’ posters all over Hawkins, and the large bloodstained holes in his clothes would have drawn attention even if those didn’t. A few steps outside the park gates, however, he paused. His dark eyes raised to the sky and grew wide with panic. Above the treeline he could see the soft pink tinge of approaching dawn. Even if he hadn’t seen plenty of horror movies to know, he instinctively felt that sunlight would be bad news for him now. He had to get inside before dawn. The problem was, he had nowhere to go. He was wanted, and his home had been destroyed. Where could he go to be safe?

The fear faded from his eyes a little as something occurred to him, and he smiled. He knew where he could go.

----

“Dusty, time for lights out!”

Dustin looked up from his desk. “Alright Mom, I’m just gonna finish this comic book, okay?”

There was a slight pause. “Alright, sweetheart, but don’t be up too long! It’s a school night!”

“I promise,” Dustin replied. “Love you, Mom!”

“Love you too, Dusty,” his mother’s voice replied. A moment later, he saw the hall light turn off. He’d taken to leaving the door ajar because the new cat, Tews, liked to sleep at the end of his bed sometimes. He glanced around and sure enough, there was a small grey circle of fur on top of the blankets, purring happily. His eyes wandered over to the glass tank where Yurtle was contentedly munching on some lettuce under his heat lamp. He smiled to himself and turned back to his comic book, stifling a yawn. He only had a few pages to go, and then he’d turn in …

Tap-tap-tap-tap.

Dustin jumped and spun round in his chair. What the hell was that? It sounded like it came from Yurtle’s tank, but the turtle was still happily munching on his food. He looked across to the bed. Tews was staring up at the window above Yurtle’s tank, ears pricked up and alert.

“You heard it too, huh?” Dustin muttered.

Tews’s ear flicked briefly in his direction; otherwise the cat remained still, their eyes fixed on the window.

The noise came again: tap-tap-tap-tap. And then something else – a muffled voice.

“Dustin, for Christ’s sake, I know you’re in there, would you let me in already?”

Dustin froze. He knew that voice! But it was impossible – it couldn’t be …

He jumped up and rushed over to the window, pulling aside the thin curtains. A pale, haggard, but familiar face stared back in at him.

“Eddie?” he exclaimed.

Eddie smiled in relief. “Yes,” he sighed. “Could you let me in please?”

“What are you doing here?” Dustin cried. “You died! I watched you die!”

Eddie rolled his eyes impatiently. “Yeah, I know, and I will explain everything, I promise, but first could you please just let me in?”

“Oh – uh, yeah,” Dustin stammered. His mind was whirling; he had so many questions, so many thoughts spinning through his head, he didn’t know what to say first. “Let me just …”

He ran back across the room and closed his bedroom door, after pausing to listen for his mother. Everything outside the door was quiet. He pushed the door to until he heard the quiet click of the latch, then went back to the window. He flicked the latch and slid the pane aside. “Come in,” he said.

Eddie slid through the window head first, arms reaching down for purchase on the cluttered bureau beneath it. Dustin saw too late what was going to happen as Eddie’s lithe form came through the window and his weight overbalanced. “Shit – hold on -” he blurted, reaching out to try and steady him. “Just – don’t – watch out for Yurtle -”

Toys and half-finished inventions clattered to the floor, but somehow they managed to get Eddie inside without overturning Yurtle’s tank. Eddie found his feet and threw his arms around Dustin, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, man,” he gasped.

Dustin hugged him back, tears spilling from his eyes as the reality of the situation set in. “You’re really here,” he sobbed. “I thought you died!”

“Me too, buddy,” Eddie replied. “Me too.”

Dustin blinked away tears, trying to get a hold of himself. There was so much he wanted to say … Over Eddie’s shoulder he could see Yurtle’s tank. The turtle had retreated to the far corner of his tank and pulled himself into his shell. Odd, but Dustin figured he’d been spooked by the commotion of Eddie climbing through the window. Then his eyes drifted left, to the bed. To his surprise, Tews was standing, back arched and fur standing on end, glaring at Eddie. A low growl emanated from the small cat.

Dustin’s skin prickled. Something was off here. Something was way off. Sniffing, he tried to pull away from Eddie, but the bigger boy was holding him tightly in place.

“Eddie?” he said. “Um – what’s going on?”

Eddie was shivering, and Dustin could feel his fingers digging into his shoulders. They felt sharp. His breath felt cold against his neck. “Eddie?” he said again.

Eddie’s voice was shaking as he replied. “I’m sorry, man,” he said. “I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Dustin asked. He felt one of Eddie’s hands raise to his head, fingers grasping his hair and pulling his head to one side. “Eddie, what are you doing?”

“I’m really sorry,” Eddie said again, his voice choked with some strong emotion. “I’m just so damn hungry …”

Dustin pushed at Eddie, trying to shove him away. From the corner of his eye he saw Eddie’s mouth open wide, caught a glimpse of long, sharp fangs. “Eddie,” he cried. “No, no no nonononononoEDDIE -”

There was an inhuman yowl and a vicious hissing, spitting sound, and suddenly Eddie was pushing Dustin away. Dustin stumbled backward, tripping over his desk chair and landing on his butt on the floor as Eddie spun in a circle, swearing. On his shoulder was a tiny grey ball of rage, biting and clawing at his face. Eddie reached up and seized the cat in one hand, flinging it away from him. Tews flew through the air, landed on the bed, and immediately darted beneath it, still spitting and hissing like a demon.

Eddie looked at Dustin in disbelief. Long, red scratches ran down the side of his face. He lifted his fingers to them and winced. “What the fuck was that?!?” he cried.

Dustin stared at him in disbelief. Eddie’s fingernails were long, discoloured and pointed. His dark brown eyes were now red and luminous. And the shocked ‘o’ of his mouth revealed the points of two long fangs. “What … what … what the fuck are you?!” he retorted, scrambling to his feet.

Eddie lowered his hand and looked around, dazed. “Your cat attacked me!” he exclaimed indignantly. Already the wounds on his face were disappearing.

“Why’d they attack you though, Eddie?”Dustin cried, pulling the chair between them.

Eddie blinked at him. “I don’t fucking know!”

“No?” Dustin’s eyes flicked to the mirror on his wall. “Why don’t you take a look in the mirror, genius?”

Eddie frowned, confused, but did as he was asked. He stood in front of the mirror, and his jaw dropped. He leaned forward, gaping at what he saw, lifting his hand to touch the glass. Dustin shuffled to the side a little so he could see too. Sure enough, the mirror was empty.

“Oh my God,” Eddie murmured. His voice started to rise. “What’s happening?”

“I’ll tell you what’s happening,” Dustin cried. “You’ve got no reflection, Eddie! You know what don’t have reflections? Vampires!”

Eddie’s hands went to his head. He clutched at his hair, turning away from the mirror, and started to moan. “Oh no … oh no no …”

Dustin went on. “Look at yourself, Eddie! You’ve got red eyes and fangs! You just tried to take a bite out of me! You’re a vampire! You’re a goddamn bloodsucking vampire!”

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie cursed, his fists now pounding against the side of his head in his agitation. “Oh Jesus H Christ!”

Fuelled by panic, Dustin kept talking. “You wait til Steve finds out about this!” he yelled. “You tried to eat me, you asshole! He’s gonna kick your ass! Well, I mean he'll try to kick your ass ... But anyway you just wait!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Eddie yelled back, holding out his hands in surrender. “I couldn’t stop myself! I’m sorry, Dustin, it’ll never happen again, I swear!”

“Am I supposed to believe that? Jesus, Eddie, you’re a goddamn vampire!”

Eddie’s hands balled into fists and he shook them, his face contorted in fear and frustration. “Stop saying that!” he cried. “I’m not!”

“Then what are you, Eddie?” Dustin retorted, holding the chair between them like a weapon. “You got fangs, you got no reflection, if you’re not a vampire, what the hell are you?”

Eddie turned to meet his eyes. “I’m your friend, Dustin,” he replied, his voice dropping. “Please, you gotta help me!”

Dustin paused. Eddie stared back at him earnestly, the red fading from his eyes until they were back to the familiar dark brown. The silence hung between them like a heavy shroud.

“Dusty?”

Their heads both snapped round to look at the bedroom door as Dustin’s mother started to knock on it from the other side.

“Shit,” Eddie said quietly.

Dustin pushed his chair back toward his desk. “The closet,” he said. “Get in.”

Eddie dived for the closet as Dustin ran to the door. “Sorry, Mom!” he cried.

“What’s going on in there?” his mother’s voice called.

“I, uh …” Dustin looked round to see Eddie’s sneakers disappearing into the closet. “I just got a little carried away with my comic book,” he replied. Once Eddie was out of sight, he pulled the door open a crack. His mother’s anxious face peered in at him.

“Your comic book?” she repeated incredulously.

“Yeah, it was a … a horror comic,” he said. “I guess I got spooked.”

“You got spooked by a comic book?” His mother frowned down at him. “Really?”

A small grey blur shot between Dustin’s feet. Squeezing through the crack in the door and bolting down the hall. His mother turned to watch it, and inspiration struck him. “Yeah, I was reading it and Tews jumped up onto my lap and scared me. It was a really scary comic book,” he added.

His mother looked back at him and shook her head wearily. “Well … lights out now, please,” she said, as sternly as she could.

“Yes, Mom, right away,” he said. “I’m really sorry if I scared you. Love you.”

They said their goodnights, and Dustin closed the door firmly. He flicked the light switch by the door, plunging the room into deep shadow. Only the light from Yurtle’s heat lamp illuminated the room as he listened to his mother’s footsteps retreat in the direction of her bedroom.

He sighed in relief and turned back to the seemingly empty room. Crossing over to the closet, he pulled open the doors. Eddie was sat with his knees pulled up to his chin, his head pressed against Dustin’s hanging clothes, staring up at him with his big brown eyes. His fingernails looked normal now too; in fact he appeared to be the same old Eddie Munson – albeit maybe a bit paler.

Dustin sighed again. “You can come out now,” he said. But he didn’t put out a hand to help him.

Eddie crawled out of the closet and got to his feet. Dustin sat down on the bed, so he took the chair at the desk. “What’s happening to me, Dustin?” he asked glumly.

Dustin shook his head. “I was kind of hoping you could tell me.”

Eddie spread his hands and shrugged. “I remember the bats … and you finding me … and then …” He laughed humourlessly. “And then I woke up and you were gone, and I climbed through the gate and my trailer was trashed, and … I … didn’t know where else to go.”

Dustin couldn’t repress a smile. “So you came to me?”

Eddie looked back at him, smiling a little himself. “Where else would I go?”

Dustin grinned, flushing with pride. “I guess you’ll want to stay til tomorrow night,” he said. “I suppose that’ll be okay. But you better not try to eat me again, Eddie, I’m serious.”

“I won’t,” Eddie said straight away, holding up his hands. “But … uh … have got anything I could, eh …”

Dustin pointed his finger at him. “Do not touch the cat,” he said.

Eddie recoiled, surprised. “Okay, man!”

Frowning, Dustin thought for a moment. “I think there’s some steak in the fridge?” he suggested.

Eddie looked at him, his eyebrows raised.

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“Guys!” Dustin exclaimed, running up behind Mike, Will and Lucas as they walked up the path toward school. “You are not going to believe what happened to me last night!”

His friends turned and looked at him curiously. Dustin often got excited about things, but it was usually something worth getting excited about. So they were happy to stop and listen to him. But when he had finished his tale, the faces that looked back at him were sceptical.

“That’s pretty tasteless, Dustin, don’t you think?” Mike said, his mouth twisted in a sneer. “It’s only been a few weeks since Eddie died.”

“Yeah,” Lucas agreed. “Don’t let Steve hear you talking like that. He’d be really pissed.”

Dustin gaped at them. “You don’t believe me?”

“I think you let that new Lost Boys movie get into your head,” Lucas replied. “I mean, that’s almost exactly what happens in the movie, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, man,” Mike agreed. “Vampires aren’t real!”

Dustin spluttered with indignation. “Okay, first off, it’s his brother in the movie, and he gets bit by the dog. Second, I am seriously so mad that you think I’d get spooked by such a dumbass movie. And third … when have I ever been wrong about stuff like this?”

Mike and Lucas rolled their eyes and grinned. Will, however, stood quietly, looking thoughtful. One hand crept to the back of his neck and rubbed. Dustin looked at him. “Will? You believe me, right?”

Will looked at each of his friends and took a deep breath. “I think …” he said. “I think … maybe we should go to Dustin’s house tonight.”

Mike and Lucas stopped smiling.

Dustin smiled. "See? Oh ... but I gotta stop by the market on the way home. I, er, need to buy some steak."

[bfdtp]

June TC Challenge!

1. Do you think your TC will teach you next year?

Nope 😭 I did sign up for his class but they decided not to do that class next year so.

2. If you had to move to another city, how would you tell your TC? Would you confess to them?

I would probably just tell him right away lol but I would probably not confess.

3. Have you ever written a letter to your TC? If no, would you ever do that and what would be in it? If yes, what did you write?

I did write one! I was just telling him how much I appreciate him and that I felt like I didn’t tell him that enough considering how many times he’s told me.

4. Are you attracted to your TC in a more emotional or sexual way? Or both?

More so in an emotional way tbh.

5. How did you meet your TC? Do you remember your first conversation?

Well I met him in his class obv but our first actual conversation was like a week later bc be came up to me during my schools sporting event and asked if I wanted to walk around and talk with him for a while 😄.

6. Have you ever had a serious problem because you had a TC? If not, what problem could you have?

No & Maybe people could have problems with the amount of attention that he gives me compared to others.

7. Have you ever had an argument with your TC?

Nope

8. Do you see your TC outside of school?

No!

9. On a scale of 1-10, how badly do you want to kiss your TC?

10 😭

10. If your TC is still married, would you (still) want a relationship with them?

No lol. I would probably still like him but not wanting as much as a relationship.

11. Do you have a photo with your TC? If yes, how did you get it?

No 💔

12. Do you think anyone you haven't told about your TC knows you're crushing on them?

There’s like 2 dudes that i’m sure know because they’ve seen me around him alone & probably the girl that sat next to me in his class. Like i’ve seen people look at us weirdly 🫠.

13. When is your last class with your TC? Will you see them over summer break?

My last class with him was in January lmao & I kinda asked him to come see me at my job during the summer but i’m not sure if he will lolz.

14. Have you ever mentioned the tcc/teacher crushes to your TC?

No. I would have to be insane to do that.

15. Do you think one of your classmates has a crush on your TC?

Yeah my desk mate from his class. It’s kind of obvious to me when she tries to flirt with him so I could never even get close with her because I was slightly annoyed by her 😭. Even when we went on a trip and he was out of school for a while, she kept bringing him up.

16. Do you get jealous when you see your TC with other students?

No because he’ll literally stop talking to them just to speak to me BUT I do get jealous of teachers.

17. If you and your TC had a long distance relationship, do you think it would work out?

Yes 🤓

18. What's your TC's degree? Do you like what they studied?

Chemistry!

19. Have you ever cried about your TC? If so, why?

People were saying that he was fired for something and it seemed like it was true bc he literally was not showing up and like everyone was talking about it so I cried in class because I was scared that I wasn’t gonna see him again 😭

20. Have you ever cried in front of your TC? If yes, why?

No.

21. Do you know about your TC'S family? If yes, what do you know?

He’s told me a lot abt them.

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My first transfem Sebastian fic and my first yumimei fic! This is set like 10-15 years after aai2. Shout out to @le-penis obvs for inspiring the angst but not too much angst (u need to chill, cronch/lh). Trigger warnings are in the tags.

“Darling, it's getting late. Are you coming to bed?” 

I peek around the door and Sebastian gestures at me to lower my voice. Veronica is in her lap, fast asleep. 

“Please don't be mad,” Sebastian whispers. “I know she should be in her bed, but I didn't want to move her.” 

“How long have you been here?” I whisper back. 

“I'm not sure. I didn't want to risk waking her. I'll put her to bed in a moment, I promise.” 

“It's alright. I'm not upset, sweet pea.” 

We stay there in silence for a moment. Veronica is nuzzled against Sebastian, clinging gently to her clothes. She's our youngest daughter, almost five years old. I can't believe how much the time has flown by. 

Sebastian's crying. Just a little bit, not sobbing like she used to, I think maybe because she doesn't want to wake Veronica. I touch her hand. 

“Sorry,” she wipes her eyes. 

“Is everything alright?”

“She's so small,” she whimpers. “I love her so much. I love all of them so much. And you.” 

Sebastian has always been an emotional one, so this doesn't surprise me. I stroke her back and she leans into me. We just stay there, enjoying being together for the moment. 

“I get scared sometimes,” she says, eventually. 

“Scared?” 

“That something bad will happen to them. Or that I'll do something bad.” 

“What do you mean?” 

She won't look at me. “My…my father. He's been dead for so many years. I thought I'd be able to get away from him by now. He can't hurt me anymore, but I still think about him all of the time. I'm… I'm scared that I'm going to turn into him.” 

She cries harder. 

“Sweet pea, you're nothing like him.”

“I am.” 

“You're not, you're kind and gentle-” 

“I'm still related to him. I can't take back everything he did to me. Everything I learned from him and everything he told me and made me feel. I can't remember my Mom, everything I ever knew was from him.”

Veronica stirs, but Sebastian instinctively strokes her hair until she falls back asleep. 

“I don't want to be like him. I don't want to hurt our children, that thought scares me more than anything. But what if I can't help it? What if I'm premeditated to be just like him?” 

“You mean predisposed.”

“What if it's already too late? I might have said something without thinking and scared them and now they'll be afraid of me for life and I can never take that back.” 

“Sebastian. Angel. Look at Veronica. Look at her.”

She does. 

“Does she look afraid of you?” 

“No.” 

“Would you ever do that to your father when you were younger? Cuddle up and sleep in his lap like that?” 

She shakes her head. “I tried to hug him once, but he pushed me off.” 

“Darling, the children adore you. I've seen it.”

She still seems unsure. 

“You've been in and out of therapy for years, you've gained so much self awareness of destructive behaviours, you've come so far. And you have so many people on your side. If you really feel like you're a danger, then we can talk to someone, but I think you're letting your fears cloud all of the progress you've made.”

“I know. I always do that. The fear just takes over sometimes.” 

“But who you fear you might become isn't who you are. And thinking something doesn't mean it'll happen.”

She glances back at Veronica. “I just want them to be safe.” 

“They will be.” I kiss her forehead. “Because we'll keep them safe.”