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prettygirl-gabi · 3 months

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Intoxicating Embrace

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This one is for @ihe4rttwd I hope you true enjoy it caused had fun writing it and I'm sorry for making you wait forever!!!

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Rating: Mature

Warning: oral (m reseving x2), slightly tipsy sex, harsh language, name calling such as (needy slut, pretty bunny, cum slut and more, unprotected sex(wrap the willy you silly), creampie (x2), smutty- fluff (at the end), hair pulling, please let me know if I missed any, not proof read, MDNI!!!

I repeat MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!

Category:M/F/M

Fandom: Outerbanks (obx) (TV series)

Relationships: Rafe Cameron x f reader x Pope Hayward (every one is over the age of 21)

Summary: who would have thought that the Kook prince would date 2 Pogues?

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As the soft glow of candlelight filled the room, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. It was our first official date night at home, and I was eager to spend quality time with both Rafe and Pope. The three of us had been growing closer over the past few years, and tonight felt like a milestone in our now stable relationship.

I had prepared a cozy setup in the living room, with blankets and pillows scattered on the floor. The aroma of homemade dinner filled the air, adding to the ambiance. As I put the finishing touches on the table, I heard the doorbell ring, signaling their arrival. Opening the door, I was greeted by Rafe's warm smile and Pope's gentle nod. They both looked handsome and relaxed, ready for a night of relaxation and connection.

"Hey, Y/n," Rafe said, his voice filled with anticipation. "This place looks amazing. You've really outdone yourself." I blushed, feeling a surge of pride. "Thanks, Rafe. I wanted tonight to be special for all of us." Pope stepped forward, his eyes filled with appreciation. "You've created such a cozy atmosphere, Y/n. It feels like a sanctuary." I smiled gratefully, gesturing for them to come inside. "Well, I hope you both enjoy it. Let's sit down and eat." We settled onto the floor, our plates filled with delicious food. As we savored each bite, the conversation flowed effortlessly.

We talked about our favorite memories form when we started dating up to now. It was a night of getting to know each other even more on a deeper level, sharing our vulnerabilities and desires. Rafe reached across the table, his hand gently brushing against mine. "Y/n, I feel so lucky to have you in my life. You bring so much joy and light." I felt my heart skip a beat, my gaze meeting his. "Me too, Rafe. You and Pope have brought so much happiness into my life."

Pope's eyes sparkled with warmth as he spoke. "Y/n, you have this incredible ability to make us feel seen and loved. It's a gift." The air between us was charged with a mix of excitement and nervousness. We were all aware of the growing tension between us, but none of us had yet voiced our true feelings and needs. As the night wore on, we moved from the dinner table to the cozy nest of blankets on the floor.

We ended the night fully naked tangle into each other. More specifically with Pope watch rafe pound me into the bed. Rafe laughed lowly, using one hand to grip my hair, using tge other to lock both my arms behind my back. I gasped, head down now makeup smeared sheets, as he began pistol driving his hips into me with brutal force.

I try to move from him feeling the pressure build up quicker then expected. “You aren’t gonna fuckin run from this dick, nah.. take that shit and make a fuckin mess on it. You gotta be a good cum slut for us baby." He nearly growled, not caring that you still had to take Pope next.

"S'too much Rafey...I-I can't, please." I whimper and whine into the sheets. "Oh, s'oki pretty bunny, we got you. Pope and I are gonna take real good care of you; just let Daddy get you there first." He says as he motions Pope of to join. "C'mon princess you gotta get my dick wet, although from what I see It's not gonna be that hard to slide right in." Pope said right before shoving his dick down my throat, while taking my hair from Rafe making a ponytail. "Oo Fuck Pope just wait til you get back here, think we'll get her to squirt tonight." Rafe chuckled out before sending a slip you my ass. "Oh most definitely and God her throat is taking me so good, sit she probably won't need to swallow with how open it is."

I let out a loud whimper moan feeling like I was about to cum what felt like the 100th time tonight. "Mmm I think you need some help baby." Pope laughed before reaching under me with his dick still fucking my throat with no remorse to rub my swollen clit, while Rafe was still thrusting in me.

"Fuck, keep clenching down on me like that you needy cum slut, I'll cum in you right row." While sucking Pope I groan loudly and keep clenching Rafe's dick to make him cum two seconds later. "Shittt, I need to take a pic." Rafe said before pulling out to get his phone.

"Damn baby, I'm close don't stop sucking ny dick baby." Pope says before smacking my ass and spreading my legs for Rafe to get good and easy access to take good pictures of my puffy, cum leaking pussy. Before I could register what was happening cum was shooting down my throat. "Swallow fr us and open up pretty bunny." Rafe said from the edged of the bed and I do so.

"Ohh you nasty slut maybe I should cum down yiur throat while Pope fucks mine and himself back into tha needy pussy." I quickly nod my head before Pope filled me over onto my back and slapped his still hard dick on my puffy sticky pussy. "Mmm s'too big Pope, can't-cant take it. "Oh you know you can princess, we know you can so be a good girl for me yeah." Pope says before sliding in pushing and using Rafe's cum as lube. "See what'd he say baby we know you can take him now open wide for daddy." Rafe stalked and towered over me with one knee on the bed making it easier for me to suck his dick.

I gasp feeling Pope thrusting deep, hard and fast before feeling rafe using my throat the same way Pope did. All I could do was moan and let out slight gags here and there. "Rafe, rub her clit I'm pretty sure if I keep the pace up she'll squirt." Rafe groaned and the thought of me squirting of Pope and started rubbing as if he was the flash even giving my pussy a few slaps, causing me to whimper and shake in pleasure.

"Ohh did we break our poor bunny, no thoughts in that dumb bunny brain huh." Rafe says with him and Pope watching me jolt in pleasure only able to whimper. "Mmm" I try to shake my head even though the pleasure was too good to deny. "Aww I think we did break her Rafey, aww baby I don't know what your tring to say but I know you're close."

Pop and Rafe both speed up their actions abusing my still needy pussy. Within the thirty seconds that the sped up I was shaking and squirting with pleasure. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum and I need you to swallow." Rafe says right before cumming down my throat. I only let out soft whimpers, throat to sore to stay anything

Once the three of us came down from our high the heat within my pussy lingers until pope pulls out, causing our mixed cumm to spill from my now empty and lonely hole. "Shit I think we actually broke her." Pope says before slowly going to run a nice hot bath. Rafe quickly following suit to get me cold water and a snack to help me come back down. "Don't fight just drink some yeah." Rafe smiles holding the water to my lips causing me to drink.

Once in the bath me in Pope's arms, Rafe at the opposite side of the tub. They both took turns grazing over the marks they left, and getting each other and myself all clean before bringing me to bed with fresh new sheets. "m'so proud of you baby." Rafe said before putting me in one of Pope's shirt. "We, both are baby." Pope kissed my head as they laid beside me with aton of snack and water on the night stand ready for me at any moment I asked.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

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madame-fear · 2 years

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♡ Dating Headcanons | Lucerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader ♡

quick a/n : hello all !! I know i don't usually write about this, but oh well i love writing for new characters & fandoms 💖 I hope you all enjoy this since it's my first time writing something for HOTD so i'm very nervous !! 😭 i wrote this at 2 am (my fave hour to write & read hehe), so apologies for any mistake such as grammar, or spelling mistakes. Not proofread as always. also, big // !! SPOILER ALERT !! // but let's pretty please pretend he's not dead, yes? thank u all.

Note aside: I do not take requests for HOTD, and Gif not mine.

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• Him being literally the quiet, awkwardly shy one in the relationship. Don't worry, he'll open up eventually – baby steps with him, please. He's just a lil' babe who's never had a real relationship before.

• Has literally heart eyes for you but is so awkward when it comes to expressing his love adoration for you, oh no –

• Physical contact (such as: hugging, kissing, cuddling, etc) definitely being something that might take him a while to fully get used to. The main reason to this, is because he gets tremendously shy & nervous when he has to have some sort of physical contact with you. The only thing he can do without becoming a blushing mess is holding your hand, and having you grabbing his arm.

• Spoils you. A lot. He loves picking the best flowers in the garden only to give them to you, gifts you jewellery (necklaces, earrings, bracelets, etc), little pins/adornments for your hair/dresses – all things like that are his own little way of expressing his love for you.

• Something you often do together, is ride Arrax while everybody's asleep. Nobody's watching, and the two of you can be alone all by yourselves.

• Of course, you were extremely nervous about it at first, since you had never ridden a dragon before – but, he reassured you by telling you that you were going to be okay, and that he'd teach you about how to properly ride a dragon.

• When you had to ride Arrax together, and had him teaching you about how to ride dragons, he had to sit right behind you, and pull you very tightly close to his chest, and of course, he had to grab your hands as well – which obviously made the two of you extremely blushy & all shy, but you had to keep it cool until you both got used to it.

• Riding Arrax together is now a daily night routine, in which you both use to spend some quality time together without anybody interrupting you.

• Eventually, the more time he spends with you, he'll begin to get comfortable with the idea of physical contact without, at least, being at the edge of dying from nervousness. Of course, when he kisses or hugs you, he still becomes a blushing mess – but he's not as nervous and shy as he used to be. I feel like he's kinda touchstarved honestly, so expect him to get a bit clingy with you once he's fully comfy.

• The physical contact started with small kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and then, your lips. Of course, he had given you some kisses before, but they were always hurried, nervous quick pecks on your cheeks and that was all. Now, as he got a bit more 'confident' in your relationship, the kisses would be so gentle, slow, and loving – and he always loves placing a hand on your cheek and slightly stroke it while kissing you.

• HAND/KNUCKLES KISSES ARE OFTEN WITH HIM TOO 💖 He loves both your hands and cheeks, he thinks they're so soft and delicate.

• He's definitely such a huge soft, gentle sweetheart with you. Always making sure you feel loved and taken care of by him.

• Most of the time, he talks to you about his insecurities, since you are the person he trusts the most, and also, adores. He loves the fact that you never fail to make him feel much better, and more confident in himself.

• ^ Sometimes, simply being there for him with your presence is also enough to make him feel soothed, and comforted.

• He might not be a very courageous person, but he certainly does his best to look brave & definitely not scared in front of you; only so you can be impressed by him.

• Referring to him as "your protector". And he absolutely loves it when you refer to him as your one and only protection.

• His whole family loving you so much, and being particularly close to his mum.

• He's not particularly someone who easily gets jealous, because he knows that your love only belongs to him, and you are just as faithful as he is. But, sometimes, he can't help but feel a tiny spark of jealousy when he sees another boy/man talking to you, or even, having the audacity to flirt with you.

• ^ After seeing several people trying to flirt with you (and failing), he'd definitely do things to show off to the others that you're his, such as: hand holding in public, calling you by sweet nicknames, and kissing your cheek.

• His nickname for you would mostly be "love", "dear", and "my darling".

• Literally him thinking so highly of you. You're literally the most precious thing he's ever seen in his life, and he'd do anything to protect you.

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idk why i got all shy and giggly while writing this, i hope you all LIKED IT AHHHHHGJnHg

#lucerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon headcanons #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon headcanons #lucerys velaryon imagine #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd x y/n #hotd x you #house of the dragon x you #lucerys targaryen x reader #lucerys strong x reader #fluff headcanons #jacaerys velaryon x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader

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randoimago · 1 year

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Aight, I can't resist it any longer: I have to request a part 3 for 2B, 9S & A2 with a human!reader.

So after returning from a mission, each android encounters the reader, who's holding a flowerpot in their hands, with a beautiful flower sprouting from it. The that they grew it themselves as a gift to thank them for spending time with them.

Once the androids accept the gift, they ask the reader what flower it is. The reader blushes slightly, before saying that it's a pink carnation, and they symbolize admiration.

Reader Giving Them a Flower

Fandom: Nier: Automata

Character(s): 2B, 9S, A2

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): I feel like I need to just make this a oneshot series at this point (oneshots are the bane of my existence so please don't get your hopes up!)

Part 1 :: Part 2

She returned to Pascal's village where you've been staying for the time being due to the ship not being safe anymore. 2B just came back to deliver something to one of the robots when you approach her with a smile.

"Hello again," she'll greet you. She's found herself opening up more around you and enjoying your presence, without worrying about if her systems are messing up her emotions.

2B watches as you pull out the pink flower and takes it. You're explaining what it is, but her data bank has already filled her in. Her eyes widen a bit as she realizes what you're saying and she sees the flustered expression on your face. A tiny smile slips onto 2B's as she leans in to press a light kiss on your forehead. "Thank you." escapes her lips as she tucks the flower into her headband and walks off to return to her duties.

He's brought you another thing that he's found and fixed up a bit. It's nothing too fascinating, but he hopes you like it and think it's pretty. 9S has tried studying your reactions to log what you like best, so he hopes that you really do enjoy this.

A bright smile crosses his face as he waves at you when he sees you. He goes up to you and presents his gift and his eyes widen as you got him a gift as well.

He takes the flower and examines it. 9S feels like he should ask you questions of where you found it and how, but the only thing on his mind is how cute you are when you're flustered.

A2 sighs as she hears you calling her name in the Resistance Camp. She turns and gives a nod as you approach, which is a big improvement of when she'd used to try (and fail) to ignore you.

She sees you have a flower and she's a bit interested with how you found it. Her eyes widen slightly when you hand it over, explaining what it is. A2 takes it and treats it as if it's the most delicate thing she's held.

"Thanks," she'll say quietly and glance away, so you don't notice how her expression softens just a bit. But she can't help the way her processes speed up when she realizes how flustered you are. Mentally, she's going "crap" when she realizes how much you have grown on her.

#nier x reader #nier automata x reader #a2 x reader #9s x reader #2b x reader #nier make me feel human series

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nickle-moth · 5 months

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TW: BLOOD, GORE, UNCONSENTUAL BODY MODIFICATION, LOTS OF EYES, EYE CONTACT, UNSETTLING IMAGERY

(It's a horror exchange what did you expect)

Hello! This is a gift for @kitty-dunks for the @mcythorrorgiftexchange !

I hope you don't mind the first part of the fic is from Doc's perspective, I had an idea and got carried away lol. This is two drawings that I gave a story to, as I was having a lot of fun with the horror and decided to keep going. It's not quite 1,500 words but I feel like thats ok because my main objective was the drawings, and I just decided to try and write something, I'm not very good at writing but please enjoy!

Fandom: Hermitcraft

Characters: Docm77, Grian, Mumbo Jumbo, GoodTimesWithScar

Words: 1,200

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Doc was trying to fix his tunnel boar. After Grian and Scar blew it up, he kind of forgot about it in all the mayhem of their newfound war. So, he's fixing it. He has already gathered the resources necessary for this, it's just a matter of putting it all together. Doc was so focused on building; he never realized the sounds from the wardens had stopped. He was so focused; he never noticed the sound of an approaching entity. It sounded like a slime was trying to slither but was failing, but it was still approaching, and fast too. Doc had his back turned to the exit when he heard a noise. A small thump, from behind him. He turned around to see, nothing. 'Weird' he thought and went back to working on the tunnel boar.

Had it gotten colder? He swears it wasn't this cold before. Now shivering, he brushes it off as another weird thing about Hermitcraft, or it could be the altitude. Either way, he needs to get this done. Doc feels a… hand? No. Claws, run up his arm. He freezes as it grips his shoulder, and another clawed hand is set on his head. The claws feel eerily cold but, at the same time, warm, but the warmth isn't coming from the entity, no, it's coming from something liquid-like on its claws. Blood, he realizes. He should run, turn, and fight, do something… but he stands there, unable to move. Another hand grabs at his cyber-horn this time. 'How many hands does this thing have!?' Doc wanders to himself as he brings his hands up, hugging his arms.

He is terrified. In one quick movement, he is picked up off the ground and thrown against the wall. *CRACK* He has lost all feeling throughout his entire body. He is picked up with one of the clawed hands by his neck. Helpless now, as he can see his attacker.

The bottom half is a goopy black mess of god know what, and there’s three people, or what he assumes to be people, visible from the waist up: The Buttercups, Grian, Scar, and Mumbo. The one on the left, Grian, is wearing his normal outfit, red jumper pulled down just below the shoulders, with a black skintight shirt underneath. But his wings are bone, being held together by flowers (buttercups he asumes) and brown vines. His jaw has been torn off, revealing rows of sharp teeth, with more flowers at the corners of his mouth, and the vines growing out of his mouth and skin.

"Hello, there dear friend." Grian says with a voice that sounds way to friendly.

The one on the right, Scar, is wearing his Scarland uniform, the bright orange safety vest with a yellow stripe down each side, over a blue button up, with a white undershirt and a black tie. But he has large wings that could only be described as a vex's covered with the same yellow flowers, and brown vines. His mouth is spread uncannily across his face, with fangs poking through. and the scar on his face looks fresh and is growing more of the flowers and vines.

"We see you're fixing up your tunnel boar, sorry again about that." Scar says with the same over friendly voice.

The one in the middle, Mumbo, is wearing his normal black suit, white under shirt, and red tie. But his stomach has been torn open to reveal a worrying lack of organs, with only the heart remaining. Mumbo looks as if he were crying redstone. And a flower crown seems to be growing from his head, consisting of the same flowers and vines the other two had.

"I'm sorry it had to go this way, but we draw the line at eggs." Mumbo said, sounding genuinely sorry, and, was his voice coming from his chest?

Doc couldn't foucus on anything right now, as he was unable to speak, seeing as his spine was close to shattered, and he was being choked to death.

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Doc awoke in a cold sweat. Had he just been killed? He checked his communicator, no death message, just: Docm77 went to sleep. Sweet dreams! It was a dream? No, it was a nightmare. He stumbled out of bed, and quickly pulled out his elytra, flying to The Buttercups camp. He landed and, there they were, The Buttercups, looking completely normal. Just as they normally do, no black mass, or flowers and vines growing from their skin.

"You good man?" Mumbo asked him, sounding concerned.

"Yep, fine!" Doc replied, way too quickly.

"Okayyy, well, I was 'bout to head off, those rocks don't build themselves!" Grian said standing up, he sounded nothing like he did in Doc's dream. With the overly friendly voice being replaced with his normal mischievous one.

"Ok, well, bye now."

Doc said and turned to leave but turned back just in time to see Grian fly off. Doc then turned right back to the Perimeter and flew back to his base. Ignoring the black goop, he swore he saw on Grian's wings.

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"That was weird, even for Doc, right?" Mumbo asked his friend. Scar, who was sitting right next to him agreed.

"Maby he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed? Happens to me all the time!" Scar's voice was just as cheery as it normally is.

"Let’s be real, he was probably fretting over the prank Grian had us play on him." Mumbo admitted.

Like saying his name had summoned him, Grian popped up behind them.

"You're probably right Mumbo."

"AHHHH!!" Mumbo and Scar screamed in unison, falling off the logs they were sitting on.

"HOW DO YOU DO THAT!?"

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN MAKE ANY NOISE!!"

The Buttercups were now laughing with each other, and the successful prank they pulled on Doc. If he was going to fill their bases with eggs, then they would retaliate. And Grian had a plan the end this silly war, but it would require a load of grass and dirt. And some outside help most likely!

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Mumbo awoke with a jolt, as his lower body was in pain. Not sure what to do, he wobbled out of his little tent, Grian had convinced them to stay at the Buttercup Camp tonight, something about 'Doc might want revenge so we should stay together.' Mumbo was pulled from his thoughts when he saw Scar lying on the ground curled up on himself. He stumbled over to his friend, crouching down and laying a hand on his shoulder,

"You ok dude?" He asked Scar, getting only a muffled groan in response, he continued,

"Me too man, I'm not sure whats going on."

Moments later, Grian emerged from his tent and joined them in the center of the camp,

"All three of us? What's going on?"

As soon as he said that, the three were hit with an immence pain from their waists to their feet, and in an instant, there was an explosion of pitch black goop, combining the three into one entity.

Grian's jaw had been ripped off in the blast, with yellow buttercups, and brown vines growing at the corners of his mouth. The feathers and flesh had melted from his wings, leaving bone that was being held together by the same flowers and vines.

"What the hell?" He said with a shaky voice, or said as well as you can say something with no jaw. But still understandable, suprisingly.

Scar's mouth had torn at the corners, giving him a wide and eeri grin. The scar that adorned his face looked fresh, like it had just been given to him, and had more of the flowers and vines growing from it. His vex wings had trippled in size, now covedered by the buttercups and vines.

"What's going on!? Whats happening to us!?" Scar said through the pain of his new mouth.

Mumbo now had a gapping hole in his chest, or rather his chest was now a giant hole, with all of his organs missing, whith the exception of his heart, but it wasn't beating. The flowers and vines were growing from his head in the shape of a crown, a flower crown. His eyes had begun to spill redstone, like he was crying, burning his eyes as the redstone-tears ran down his face. His mouth had been sewn shut with the vines.

"I think were becoming the monster we used to prank Doc." He said, although, it sounded like it came from his chest. Where from in his chest? Who knows.

There body's (and minds for that matter) had become distorted. They had been robbed of their memories, personalities, and humanity, all three now shared one mind, and that mind had one thought: Kill Docm77. But the goop wasn't going to leave them unarmed, no, it gave them a weapon, with a suspiciously familiar symbol on it. And the ability to perma-kill any player.

With their new weapon, and lack of self-control, they went in search of Doc.

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He was fairly easy to find, just go to The Perimiter (wich they were right next to), and look around. And as soon as Buttercup laid eyes on Doc, he was doomed. They slowly approched from behind, not wanting to scare their prey.

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Doc was playing with his tomatoes. They don't get much attention, seeing as Doc is very busy most of the time. With the war, and The Perimeter nowhere near done, he doesn't have much off-time. But he has some now, so he's using it wisely. But the tomatoes are acting strange, are they… trembling? And some are hopping off too. Oh dear.

" H̴̡̨̢̜̣̘̝͇̻̺̮̥͌̊̐̌͋͘͜ͅe̷̞̱̭͈̟̎͐̓̓̃̑͋l̵̪͍̙̱̇̐̎͆̽̀͑̆͑̒̆͜͝l̸̨͎͈͚̫̘̬̼̳̳̱͉̪̦̜̽͐͒̽͂̈́̃͆̕ǫ̷̗͚̫̬̟̘̪͖̝̆̈̒͘ ̷̡̡̻͍̗̮̘͖̲̣͒͌̄̀̈̿͆́̇͊͘̚͜͠͠a̸̳̐̌̔̈̈́̉́̿̂g̴̦͎̭̼̝̰͈̈́̂͊̂̉͂̏̒͊̂̔̆ͅa̷̧̧͙̮̣͍͔̣͎͙̯͔̻̾̍̚͠ͅi̴̡̺̗̣̭̰͓͈͇͕͖̼͍͈̖͆͒͒̇̇̌́̆̃̿̓͒̎n̷̝̎̓̆͝ " (Hello again) Three voices said at once, but heavily distorted.

Doc turned around, slowly, and was face to face with the monster of the buttercups he faced in his dream.

"Th- this… has to be a dream again, right?" He asked… himself? The monster?

"h̵̨̩̪̜̙̘̠͇̠̺̰̜̠͌͌̎͛̿̔̔̾ͅe̶̻̗̔̐̕̚͜h̴̛̙̟̥͔̙̭̋̑̋͛͐̽̒̀͝͝ę̵̡̧̢̧̛͖̰̹̻̗̞̻̝̽̃̏͆̈́̕ͅ,̵̟̲̼͈̭͖̰̍́̏̍͛̏͗̇̓̀̐͗͠ ̵̢̙̺̭͙̠͕̙̹͑̀͜s̴̛͕̝̗̠͔̊̆ǒ̴̢͈͙̬͓̜̘̰̂͜͜ŗ̶̝͔̳̹͎̗͎̘̘̤͛͑̿̒̕̕r̶̢̧͓͇̞̹̲͈̹̰͉͎̀̂̽͆͜͝͝y̶̨̩̞̰͖̺̠̘͗̍̏͆͊̔̾͑̉̈̉̈́̀̔͠,̷̨̛̝͓͈͂͂́̓͆̏͆̓̿͊́͌̿͜ ̴̛̦̻̼̲̲̤̍̐͊͛̈̑̅̌͌̌̆ͅb̶͔͔̗̠̫͇̊͋͂̌̅͝ữ̶͔̗͎̥͛̌̊͒͆̾͘͜͝ţ̵͈͍͇̥̞̌̆͊͑͂͠͠ͅ ̵̢̨̻̞̜̗̰̦̟̟͐̀̈͐̌͑̈͂̈́̀͐͆̃̓ń̵̡̡̹̜̖̗̻̹̩̟́ỏ̸̯̣̟̈̈̈́̃̉̓͂́̀͘.̶̧̛͔͍̯͔̩̃͂̀͊͑̇̈̽́̒͘ͅ " (hehe, sorry, but no.) It responded, giving him the answer he feared most.

Doc turned, and ran. He ran far enough to equip his elytra, and fire a rocket. Only to be shot out of the sky by god knows what, but it wasn't an arrow. Hitting the ground took half of his health, with no time at all to react, he was pulled to his feet by his horn, with a large clawed hand that seemed to be giving him a potion effect. 'What potio-' Stopped halfway through his thought by an ache in his head, 'Oh, wither effect' Not good, not good at all. Then, something started to block his vision, the ach growing and spreading, and now acompanied by brown vines (the ones that adorned The Buttercups) and, looking down at his hands, the flowers too. He was thrown against the wall, being held to it by the vines, and now had a good look at the monster in front of him. The temperature had dropped by atleast 20° (Fahrenheit).

"W̷̛̛̹͓̲̞͉̘̟̹̭͉̦̑̈̈́̀͒̓͘͝ę̵̛̤͙̭̮͎͙̘͇̓̈̐̉̋'̴̛̖̖͉͎̯̠̯́̀͗͛̉̇͋̾͛̊͜͝v̷̭͉͚́́̊̀̚̚͝e̷̛͎̖̜̝̘͙͈̓͌͑̽͋́̚͝ ̶̛̘̭̭̲̺̪͓̠̜͓͙̣͎͝ͅb̷̢̹̖̹͖̠̲̺̀͑͂̈́̎̅͠͝é̸͉̺̠̉̓ę̶̛̜̩̜̘͔͇̙̞͖̪͍̋́̇̉̊͋̓͊́̎̑͂ͅn̸̠̰̯͙̊͊́͒̏̋͐̂̒͛͆͠ ̸̨̛͚̩̘̬̼͙͉̤̄͊͒̄́͘ģ̴̬̦̮̥̥͇̓̐̓̽̈́̈͗͋̇͑́͘̕̕͝ĭ̸̧͚͕͔̟̺͉͓̳̻͍̮̝̼̜̔͆͗̎͑̆̄̚͝v̶̧̩͖͎͇̣͔̭̪̼̜̭̜͊͋̀̍̃͂̋e̶̡̮̬̭͋̓̂̿̍͐̿̊́͌͗͛̎̚ͅn̵̨̫͙̯̲̺̻̟̲̖̣̲͚̙̓͐̉̌̎̃̌̊̄̓̅͜ ̸̨̢̡̼̲̞͍͚͓̺̹̩̰̱̼̿ḁ̴̪̈́̂̐́̈́̈́̚͠ ̸̮̩̈́͆͑̔͑͌̎̍̍̉͆͠g̶̨͖͍̼̦̙̮̉́́̽̑̅̀́ͅō̵̰̳͕̙̦̩̚à̴̛͈̦̖͖̫͈̠̪́̒̀̓̿̓̍̚̚͜͜l̶̙͉̍̒͂͗͛͑̍͗̉̇̏͊,̵͉̏̂̓̿̒̚̚ ̸̡̧̘̗͙̖̘̥̖̪̆̂â̵͖̯̙͉̪̈́̂̂̊̒̈́͜͝n̷̨̖͎̮̖̼͖̦̖͒͗̐̀̈́͌̃͝͠d̶̗̫̫̤̜̳͇̳̜̦̘̀̍ ̷̣̮̗̮̫̺̥̣̗̹̣̅̇̐̒͜ͅr̸͓̍͋e̸̡̧̢̧̡͖̱̻̦͉̮̻̻̲̝͆͛͐̄́ḟ̴̯̩̠͉͎͖̘̯̱̘͓̟͕̩̗̉̾͝u̵͔͍̜̿̈̅̌̈́ṡ̶͙̗̜̺͓̻͖̭̺̠̯͓̘͆̽͘ẽ̶̡̛̟͚̝̯͕̜̖̗̞̘͙́̅͛͌̌̍̑̇̍́̍͝͠ ̴̢̨̫̥̩̬̰̪̙͔͓̌̿̆̊͛̅̓͐̒͛̌̕t̷̢̨̼̟͚̙̘̖̣̤͇͙̺͛͆͂̈́̈́̿͛͊̌͜͜͝o̵̹̣̝̝̭͚̲̪̺̙̩͆͒̓̔͆̃̐͊͠ ̷̦̏͋̒̐f̷͖̥͙̻̈̈a̷̘̱̳̲͐̽̉̆̂̃͐͐̌̆͘͘͝i̸̩̫̟̹͆̇̾̀͋͆͂̌͌̕̕͝͠͠l̴̡̠̳͍̦̰̥̲̫̯̈́̾̃̔̈́̐̈́.̸̡̜̗̫̘̕ " (We've been given a goal, and refuse to fail)

Suddenly, a cold blade is plunged through his chest and pulled out again. It leaves, leaving him to bleed out, held to the wall by vines and flowers, bleeding out, and cold and tired, Doc sits, and waits for a respawn that never comes, left to float in the endless void of the afterlife.

~~~~~

Buttercup now has no goal, no driving motivation, nothing keeping it in line, the goop leaves it to its own accords. Buttercup goes mad. It was designined to kill Doc. But there is no Doc to kill. What is it supposed to do.

" W̴̛̪̟̬̹̤̔̿͑̈͑͆̅̚ḩ̷̦͍͉̯̪͇̞̘͇̰̰̽̈́̃̄́̍̅̌͆͠a̶̱̘͔̰̮͈̼͋̆͊̑̓̓͌̄͘͜t̷̬̻͍̥̠̲̀͒̊̚͝ ̷̳̦̣̟͎̳̩̹̾̃̌̄͂͋͑́͜͠͝a̵̧̨̠̳̖̭̪̬̪̪̗̽̆̀r̴̞͕̐̔̆̉͝͠ͅȩ̵̞̠̣͙̖̮̪̤̋̾͗̔̅̾̈́͘̕͠ ̷̡̠̣̻̝̍͋̑͂̍̓̓̆̂̍ͅw̸̨͇͈̍̽͆̇͛̅̉͜é̵̢̮̦͇̞̥̟ ̵̦͇̫̣̺͓̥͔̣̩̗̥̌̐͌̑̈́̓̈͛̃̔͌͝ͅs̶̛̤̼̒̎̇͛͆͛̎̽͛̀̎ư̴̢̳̙̝̤̳̪̇̄̈́̕͠p̴̢̨̧̡͔̳͚̯͇̦̥̟͖̰̊̓̈́̇̽̇̓̀͂́͘͜p̸̢͉̰̬̤͇̮̗̰̠̦̣̤̣̆ͅơ̸̧͙͉̞͍͖͈͆̏̍͌̈́̾͊̏̔̂͘s̸̝͔͙̉͐̎̐̍̏̄́̓͝͝e̴̛͓͍̟̝̱̙͐͒̈́͆̕̚̚͝͠d̷͕͎̰̹͕̜̩̜͚̈́̔̒̀͑̀̇̚̕͝͠ ̸̜̥̦̲̬̏̊t̵̨̫̝͎̜̦͖̟͉̳̜̅͂̅̎̑̍͛̈́̋̚͜͠ͅõ̵̢̱̹͎̒̒̊̂̓̊̈́̒͆͠͝ ̵̧̨̡̧͉͈͗͌̀̉͒͋d̴̡̨͕̠̝͓͖̠̙͍̰̈́͐̓̋̃̀̅͌̚̚ó̸̧͓̜͚̲̯̦͔̅̍̇̕͝?̴̡͎̭͙̲̫̼̯̜͌ " (What are we supposed to do?) It cries out, into the night, with no one to hear it.

" W̶̧̡̧̠̪̫̥̩̩̖̱̻̪͕͂̅͐͋̈́̆̾͂̂ê̴̡͔̫͇̲̯̬̈́̾͊̿̕ ̴̤̬̩̞̦̗̜̻̜͎͔̰̼̏͋͒͊̄̓̋͋̈̍̀̿̇͝͝w̵̧̘̣̗͚̳̱̫̠̠͛̔ͅę̶͇̫͙̗̙͎̭̍ͅͅͅŕ̶̡͈̹͆̎̊͐͒̓̅͂̈́́̚͝ę̸̧̼̘͕̥̱̞͕̬̣̿̔̋̔̋̅̓̈́̂̍͒̈́̈̚͜ ̸̧͍͈͙̥̠̣̮̗͉̀̈̋̎͗̀̆̑̊̋͝d̸̢̗̱̜̙̩͉̠͂̄͊̌̋̎̔̓̕̚͜e̶̢͙̲͈̳͙̙̘͍̿̊͐͛̿͐̽̐͐́̓͛s̴̡̲͎͇̻̟̀͛̊̃͂͂̒͊͆͗͋̚͝i̴̹̒͌̌̿̕̕͝ģ̴͓̥̞̫̭̱̩̥̺͕̥͂̆͜ṋ̶̨̛̝̞͓̐̄̊̈́̕͠i̸̩̤͆͊̈̈́̀̓̎̕̕̚͝n̴̨̧̼̣̱̱̳͈͇̠̹͈̆̀̃̇̔̿̏̔͒̿͛͆͘͜͠ȅ̴̢͈͇͔͚̠͉̝͓̬͂̏̅͒̑͌͌̌̓̀̎̚͝d̶̡͈͍̼̙̼̻͈͈̈̽̿̊͑̆ ̸̡̳̖̯͇̭̘̟̭̘̙̥̉͛͆̍͝t̷̝̘͖̑͑̈́̈̍̀̏̃͆͌̓̎͊o̵̡̡̺̳̩̬̤͉͑͗͌͑̿̃͊̀̏̍͊̉ ̴̛̜̩̥̍̏̆͗̑̋k̸͈̻̈́͝i̴̠̟̟͎̺͇̘̱̻͖̪̕ͅl̸̮̳̫̬̳͈͍̪̱̹̮͇̽́̊̎͜͜ļ̷̛̛̠͚͐͗̽̒͐̀̈́͋͐̏͝,̶̨̨̢̢̮͇͙̯̳̤̰̻̟̹̬̍̌̈̈́̾̑͆̓͘̕͘͠ ̴͖̗̞̟̙̝̐̂̓̄̇̈́͊͐̊̓͛̃̀̚͠s̴̨̘̣̜̻̣͕͚͔̮͍̝̻͔̈́́͋́͌̒̈́͒̌̿̐̂̓͘͜ȯ̸̢̞͎̻̻̣̖̙̹̘̲͐̇̕͜͜ ̶̮͓̰̖͔̍͋͠͝l̵̳̭̰̲̂͆̓̍͑̓̈̆͝͝ͅě̸̛͙͙̮̚t̶̫̝͚̗̺̯͇̞̉͗̂̈́̃̿̿̾̀̋͋̈́͝͠ş̸̘̤̮̫́͌̈́̊́̅̎͘͜͝͠ ̴̢̱͓̲̮̝̗̱̥͖̗͍͌d̴͚̪̲̮͇̟̼͍̉ȍ̸̩͕̤̳̞̯͎̥͚̣͈̈̄̔͑͌̿̏͗̆̕͝ͅ ̶͚̖͚͇̖̦̝̜͉̦̳̇̓̐j̴̨̧̛̞͔̦̥̿̓̀̋͑͌̔̈́͊̂͋͠ͅư̷̢̮̥͉̘̙̩̤͉͇͉̝͌̽̽́̄͊̾̍̈́̒́ͅş̷̧̟̯̯̙̭̙̼̖̦̪͎̌̓̐̈́́̅̂̅̍̈́̍̅̕͜͝ͅt̶̛̼̜͚̹͗̓̃ ̴̧̛̲̦̼̼̟̙̦̻̭͔̫̫͆̅̑͐̃͆͂͐͑̅ť̵̡̝͇̜̦͇͖̅̈́h̷̬̮̻͚̰̦̗̮͙̄̍̒̇͆̊̾̀̄̓̉͜ā̴͖̜̠̩͖̖̐͒͋̇t̵̡̫̭̙̜̣̜̥͓̝̬̰̃̇̾̇̀̋̽͐̀̊͘.̵̪̣̮̰̍̈̂̂̌̋̈͒̐̀͠͝ " (We were designined to kill, so lets do just that.)

With a new motivation, one not crafted by the goo, but by its own mind, the one it was given by the rough dream magic, it set out to kill. Anything that it saw.

" Ẹ̸̠̘̯͚̻̫͔̮͈̳͈̝͋s̵̛̯̰͎̟͕̟̫̩̩̬̻̤̟̀̎̽̑͂͊͐͠ͅp̵̡͎̹͉̖̭͕̟͍̝̳͆̿̈͘͜ě̷̙̟̥̤͐̓́͗̆̄̚͝ç̶̼͖̀͂́̈͋̚į̸̡͍̖̟̺̮̙̜̪̤̓̽̄̒̇͗̑̉͘͝ͅa̶͇̳͉͙͎̾̀̈͒l̷̨̨̢̠̠̲̬͔̤̥̎̍͐̾̃̌͝y̷̦̘̞̮̒̀̃͑̽͠ ̷̨̰̘͙̖̬͉̠̭̱̯͊̓̓̈́̑͆͋̉͂̐̊͌̂b̴̯̰̙̻͔̙̝̤̺͙͑̀̓̒̄̑̿̊͛̐̑́̍̚u̴̡̢̖̠̹̟̟̟̫̓̓͊n̸̲̲̪̦͉̥̙͒̑̋̓̔̄̾̒͘n̷̡̪͈̱̭̱̗̫̰̣̜̖͊̑͜͜i̸̹̣͚͙̙͛͆̓̔́̇̈́͑̓ȅ̶͓̊̔̀͌͂̄͑̉̎͘͘s̵͓̜͇̝̦͍̘̀̽̊̋̓͠,̵̖͚͂̃̓̒̀͑͒̈́̚ ̶̨̩͍̗͇͕͎̯̻̥̟̥͔̋̉̄̑͋̓͗̀̅́̄̚͝͝ͅv̷̧̝̟͍̮͉̦̩̬͉͂͗̋͌̈́͜ĭ̶̡̧̧̛̹̝̫̮̯̤̲̎̈̆̋̌̈́̾̅̕͜l̵̗̼͙̰̲̫̎̆̓̾̔̒͒̀̏̒̈́̕͘͘͝ȩ̶̣͙̹̯̘̹̤͇͇̟̺̜̈́̈͌̄̊̃̔̔̈͆̅͆͛͐ ̸̢̛͚̗̝̻͉͓̫͉̩̟̪̠͒̈́̎̔̔̑̋̚͜v̸̧̧̱̣̗͔̜̻̭̥̥̭͉̊͐̿͗̌͂̕̕̚ͅẽ̶̢̞̼̼̪̤̹͎̼͈̗̙̬r̶̢̜̦̥̙̓̀̎̕̕͝m̷̦̟̮͚̞̲̅̏̑̐̉̅͛͒͑͑̽͊̕͘͠i̶̢͓͚̫̠͇͎͌̌͑͂̏̈́̂́̈́͝͠ñ̴̛͙̹̥͉͙̩̳̟̮̫̜̹̂̃͐̏́͐̐͊͑͠ȩ̸̯̩̬̹̺̊̂̈͌̿̔͒̂̈́̒̑̈́͗ͅs̷̠͙̲̺̣̯̜͙̗̬͙̥̝̖̏͛̉̒̔͌̌̆̍͝!̸̟̤̩̜̝̒̀́̈́͋͐͗̀̋̓̀̀́͜͝͝ͅ " ( Especialy bunnies, vile vermines!) Part of it said, wierd, but ok?

"STOP" A voice echoed from above.

With a flash of purple, all that remained of the encounter was the vines on the wall, and a note that said.

"Corrupted or killed,

but gone nevertheless.

Say goodbye to your friends,

and the dream magic mess."

Along with the death message in chat:

Docm77 was slain by ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ using The Watchers Blade

~~~~~

The members of Hermitcraft learned not to mess with dream magic after the Buttercup Incident. For they had lost three friends to maddness, and one more to the maddness of the others. Memorials are set up for them each season after season 9, along with the memorial for TFC.

#nickleart #nicklefic #tw: blood #tw: death #tw: unsettling #tw: eye contact #tw: lots of eyes #mumbojumbo #mumbo fanart #goodtimewithscar fanart #goodtimeswithscar #grian #grian fanart #docm77 #docm77 fanart #hermitcraft season 9 #mcythorrorgiftexchange #unsettling imagery

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astra-galaxie · 4 months

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Can you do Jones with the ☾, ★,▼, ∇ and ൠ headcanons pretty please 🥺

It's time for the first Criminal Case character we met! He helped introduce so many people to this game, so it's fitting that he was requested!

Now, on to the headcanons!

☾ - sleep headcanon

Jones is a heavy sleeper and hates waking up in the morning. He’ll grumble and groan until he gets some coffee and breakfast. Despite hating mornings, he LOVES breakfast food! While sleeping, he lets Astrid join him in the bed, and the tiny dog enjoys snuggling close for the night.

I imagine Jones snores, too—not a tiny snore, but that stereotypical “Dad” snore that’s loud and annoying.

★ - sad headcanon

While travelling the world following his retirement from the GBPD, Jones carries a picture of Zoe everywhere he goes so she can “see” the places, too. Zoe had always talked about travelling to other countries and told Jones which ones she wanted to visit the most. Jones made sure he visited every place on Zoe’s list and showed the landmarks to Zoe’s picture so that even in death, a part of her still got to experience the destinations she dreamed of seeing.

▼ - childhood headcanon

Given that he wanted to grow up to be a magician as a child, Jones’s parents got him a magician’s kit for his birthday one year. It's one of his favourite gifts he ever received and he put on countless shows for his family to show off his magic skills. Of course, he messed up the tricks plenty of times, but he never gave up and got better at magic. As an adult, he still knows how to do some magic tricks, and his nephew loves watching his Uncle David perform for him.

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

As an old man, Jones enjoys a peaceful life in Grimsborough. After everything he went through as a police officer, he appreciates relaxing and enjoying his life of not chasing killers and criminals. But that doesn't mean he never talks about his past. In fact, he tells the tale of his time working for the GBPD to the next generations. He never hides how he got his scars or lost his eye (though sometimes he makes up stories to entertain children) and loves talking about his adventures with his friends.

And when the time comes for him to pass and move on to the afterlife, Jones hopes that his loved ones will be waiting for him on the other side with their own stories to share.

ൠ - random headcanon

After inheriting Margaret Littlewood’s recipe book, Jones learned how to bake. He wasn’t very good at it at first, and many of his first attempts ended up being either underbaked or burnt—there was no in-between. But, he started watching baking TV shows and videos online to learn about the art of baking. His first successful recipe was Margaret’s classic chocolate chip cookie recipe. Over time, he got better and better at baking and would often bring treats to the station for his teammates to enjoy.

Ta-da! Here's a fresh batch of Jones headcanons for you to enjoy! I’m excited to start writing The Conspiracy in my Criminal Case series because I miss Jones and the rest of Grimsborough! One day, he and the others will return in my series, but until then, I’ll continue to enjoy answering requests like this to fuel the fandom!🥰

Thanks for the ask!

#criminal case #criminal case grimsborough #criminal case the conspiracy #david jones #david jeremiah jones #headcanons #ask

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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So we’ve already got daddy!Oz…how do you think the other Penguins would feel about their S/O wanting to call them daddy (or something similar) in bed?

a/n: Whelp, looks like it’s time for the pengys to get the daddy treatment lol. This took way longer than it should have, my bad rip. Definitely wasn’t surprised when I got asked for this more than once lmao, some would be into it and some would definitely be confused by it lol. Sorry if some of these are repetitive that’s always likely with these headcanons rip

Content Warning: mildly suggestive dialogue and scenarios related to daddy kinks

The Penguins with a S/O That Has a Daddy Kink

Arkhamverse Penguin:

Oh, Oswald loves it.

It's another means to show how powerful he is…in a more intimate way.

He loves having his baby (boy/girl) perched up on his lap where you belong.

Whenever you call out to him, he swells up with pride.

He enjoys messing with you by correcting you.

"Uh uh uh, now what do we say?"

He acts annoyed but he loves it when you deliberately disobey…

Oswald enjoys punishing you just as much as spoiling you.

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

I mean…does he need an explanation?

The fandom has already blessed him with this title

As we should because asdfghh Oz is littered with daddy material

So he obviously, really, really enjoys it.

A proud grin grows on his face every time you call him daddy.

He enjoys spoiling you, especially once he takes over.

You get a power high from being his partner

And he gets one from being your daddy.

Gotham Penguin:

It takes him by surprise at first.

Where-where the hell did that come from?

Oswald is genuinely unsure how to make of it.

He’s all for power dynamics within your relationship…

He isn’t opposed to names like king, master, sir, you know?

It will take some getting used too for sure

The idea slowly grows on Oswald

Will most likely only have you call him that in private though

BTAS Penguin:

Asdfghjj oswald.exe has stopped working.

His face is as red as a tomato, stuttering over his extensive vocabulary.

Oswald isn’t sure what to make of this more…provocative side of you.

He’s not entirely unsure of the concept, it just never occurred to him that he could take part in it.

He is intrigued however, Oz is always looking for ways to please you.

Ozzie enjoys spoiling you and praising you.

It takes time but he definitely gets into it.

Especially when it comes to correcting or chastising you for your naughty behavior.

TNBA Penguin:

He’s all for it.

Oswald beams with pride every time.

He takes to it much quicker than his BTAS counterpart.

Doesn’t mind if you tease him by calling him daddy in public.

After all he teases you back relentlessly, daring you to retaliate.

Oz enjoys it when you act mischievous around him and his colleagues…

Much like his BTAS counterpart he does enjoy the private sessions between you two.

Oswald relishes punishing you almost than he does spoiling you.

Telltale Penguin:

Oh damn right, he’s your daddy.

Oz absolutely eats it up.

He craves any attention and means to make him feel bigger and dominant (especially after you know…losing everything)

When you first refer to him as daddy, it’s almost impossible to wipe the smug grin off his face.

I can definitely see him teasing you about it.

Even reminding you of what you call him when you two are in private when in public.

Don’t be afraid to tease back at him though.

Give him something to make him want to prove why he’s daddy in the first place.

One Bad Day Penguin:

Honestly the best daddy, second to Farrell Penguin.

He adores the attention.

Ozzie likes having you around his finger.

Oz enjoys praising you and showing you off with your arm linked around his.

He loves giving you countless gifts; outfits, accessories, etc. and watching you wear them.

He has no problem letting people know that you’re his baby boy/girl/ or just baby.

Ozzie has no qualms about the dynamic in the bedroom either, it definitely gets him going most nights.

He’s always ready to tend to you and take care of you again like before.

The Batman (2004) Penguin:

Ohhh ohhh boy.

Also one of the pengys that are definitely into it.

He’s definitely aware of the term, but never once imagined it being applied to him in a relationship.

But he is almost delirously into it.

The first time you called him “daddy” his grin was so wide and it never faltered for a moment.

Like Telltale, he’s looking for anything to prove his superiority (albeit consensually with his partner) after losing his family influence.

You calling him daddy is just the thing to get him going and to make himself feel bigger.

Will likely refer to himself to you as daddy in third person in public, so hope you’re comfortable with that.

Batman Unlimited Penguin:

Oswald.exe has stopped working #2

I feel like while this Oz pretends not to care about his age…

When it comes to your relationship, he’s very self-conscious about it.

Anything that sort of highlights that fact he’s a little weary of.

You’ll have to explain more about the dynamic and what you find appealing about it.

Of course, Oz is game for anything that will make you happy.

It will take him a long time to adjust, his face will never not get flushed when you call him daddy.

Slowly but surely, he does grow to like it…it even makes him feel more confident in himself.

#ri writes #arkhamverse penguin x reader #reevesverse penguin x reader #farrell penguin x reader #gotham penguin x reader #btas penguin x reader #tnba penguin x reader #telltale penguin x reader #one bad day penguin x reader #obd penguin x reader #the batman (2004) penguin x reader #batman unlimited penguin x reader

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fuckin-sick-bih · 1 year

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Tattoos and Tissues pt 3!

Fandom: Stranger Things Summary: No Upside Down. Tattoo Artist and Florist AU. Eddie goes to Steve's place to take care of his florist boyfriend who has fallen ill. CW: Mess, inducing, stuffy talk, illness, mentions of erections and adult themes/kink, Steve has the kink and Eddie likes indulging Word Count: 4.3k Author Note: I did it! I finished it! I finished a fic! Holy fuck! No one ever let me do this again... I am absolutely going to do this to myself again no questions, I just suck at pacing myself lmao. Honestly, the first draft was WAY more Adult lol But also I don't want this to be the end of this AU. I just don't wanna do another 3-part fic, I wanna do little mini fics or drabbles if ideas happen tbh. Regardless, enjoy. I am aware not all things resolve, but hey that's why it can be something cute and small and on-going, right? Eddie - bold Steve - Italics MINORS DNI

whats your address?

What? Why?

because i come baring gifts, Harrington. address, please, so i can figure out where the hell im going im so lost

413 Building D Maple Glen Apartments just off Terrace Street. I’ll buzz you in, just come up to the fourth floor, and I’ll be poking my head out.

When Eddie showed up at Building D of Maple Glen Apartments and saw he had four flights of stairs to climb, he decided he was going to strangle Steve instead of nurse him back to health. He adjusted the bags of goodies for Steve in his hands and began the climb up to the fourth floor. The top floor, of course.

As he reached the top and exited the stairwell, he spotted Steve poking his head into the hallway as promised. Sure, Eddie was panting, but Steve looked wrecked. There were dark circles under his eyes, his nose was bright cherry red at the tip and rims, and the rest of his face was pale.

“Jesus H. Christ, you weren’t kidding… You really are sick, huh?” Eddie said in a soft, somewhat concerned tone as he approached Steve.

The other’s pale cheeks seemed to flush up a dark shade of red at Eddie’s words. “What id the world are you doi’g here, Eddie?” Steve asked in a congested and raspy voice that made Eddie wince in sympathy for his throat.

Instantly, Eddie went digging in his bags for the bag of cough drops. “Please suck on one of those, Harrington. Talking sounds like it hurts. And they’ve got menthol-y stuff in ‘em. It’ll help your nose, c’mon lemme in.” He shoulders his way into Steve’s apartment before the other can stop him.

“Eddie!” Steve rasped out before turning away from the other to cough harshly into his arm. “You dod’t wadt to be id here, you’ll get s-siiih… IXXGH’T! Sick.” There had been just enough time for Steve’s hand to shoot up and pinch his nose to stifle what sounded like a powerful and still just barely restrained sneeze. It made Eddie wince to think how it must have hurt his ears.

There was a scoff from the curly-haired tattoo artist, who was already unpacking his bag of goodies on the nearby countertop. At the same time, Steve shut the door, not protesting anymore. “Bless you and puhhh-lease. I don’t get sick, Steve. Munson Constitution. Allergies? Yes. Sick? No. I can’t even remember the last time I was sick. Wait-” He frowned as he tried to dig up the memory. “I think it was like 8th grade? And I had the flu? I dunno; Uncle Wayne came home to me curled up asleep in the empty tub with a fever. He couldn’t find me for like twenty minutes.”

There was a mildly concerned but still somewhat fond smile on Steve’s face. “You’re a bess, Budsod.” He sniffled thickly and grabbed a tissue from the box beside the couch where it looked like Steve had taken up residence. A nest of blankets, a pillow from his bed, crumpled tissues surrounding the nest, and a few empty water bottles. “But seriously, you should go. Robid high-tailed it out of here to Dadcy’s the seco’d she heard I was sick.”

“All the more reason for me to stay!” Eddie chirped, stepping back to show Steve the menagerie of sick supplies he’d brought. “Not that you need a babysitter, and if you seriously wanna be left alone to your misery, I get it, but…” He side-stepped a little closer to bump their shoulders together. “I never liked being alone while sick.” He admits softly.

The little bump made Steve’s lips twitch, and Eddie counted it as a win. Then Steve moved forward to have a look at the supplies. “Jesus, you didd’t have to get b’me all this…”

Eddie pats Steve on the back as he moved with him, eyes scanning over the cold/flu meds, a couple cans of chicken noodle soup, some bottles of Gatorade, the cough drops he’d mentioned earlier, and even- “Those fucking dissolvable shower disks are evil, Harrington. That’s your treat if you’re a good boy and take your meds, deal?” He said with a smirk growing on his face now.

A sputtering noise from Steve turned into a coughing fit almost right away, bad enough that Eddie was rubbing his back through the end of it. “W-What the hell does that bead?” He choked out, eyes wide. “If they’re evil thed, why did you bri’g theb?”

A laugh escaped Eddie, who was now taking Steve’s hands to guide him back to the couch, settling the sick man down to wrap him back up in blankets. “Because they work and because you will probably love it.” He said playfully and hesitated momentarily, trying not to overthink it before pressing his lips to Steve’s forehead. “Not warm.” He whispered softly.

Steve let out an almost shuddering-sounding sigh like he was just happy to be touched. To be taken care of for once. They’d only started getting to know each other but had been texting a bit. With all those teens he babysat, Eddie could believe it. Between work, babysitting, and probably taking care of things at the apartment with his roommate… when did Steve get time to care for himself? No wonder he got sick, Eddie thought.

“What do you say to some daytime cold meds, a cough drop, some Gatorade, and I’ll heat you up a can of soup in a bit?” Eddie asked Steve softly, running his fingers delicately through the other man’s messy bedhead. It was as if Steve was a cat, utterly leaning into the touch despite how sick he must feel with how he looked.

There was a nod from Steve, so Eddie took that to mean go ahead with his plan. “Kinda glad to see you keep work at work.” He admits to Steve in a casually playful way while grabbing Steve a Gatorade and some pills. “Would’ve sucked if we were both sneezing our heads off- bless you, by the way.”

As Eddie spoke, Steve’s face had been going slowly slacker, and his eyes were unfocused in a classic pre-sneeze hang-up. “Ixx’TSH! IXGh’t! Oh god… I’b dot godda be able to stifle those buch lo’ger…” Steve mutters with a much soupier-sounding sniffle than Eddie expected for some pretty well-stifled sneezes.

Nevertheless, Eddie pulled his bandana from his back pocket and swatted Steve with it before offering it out to him. “Here. Stop stifling then, jackass. Didn’t see me stifling for you, hm?” He pointed out, handed over the meds and drink, and gestured to the cough drops. “Try one. It’ll feel good on your throat and help your congestion.”

Steve caught the bandana and gave Eddie an appreciative smile for the soft fabric against his nose. “Ugh, fide if it gets you to shut up.” He teased, punctuated by a weak cough after downing the meds. Then he grabs a menthol lozenge. After popping it into his mouth, Steve’s eyebrows raise. “I was expecti’g that to taste worse… cad defiditely still taste the bedthol…” He admits with a slight sniffle.

“Sorry… what were you sayi’g earlier?” Steve asked with another little sniffle as he settled on the couch, pressing the bandana to his nose some more. There’s the slightest flush that wasn’t there a little bit ago. Eddie would’ve remembered if it had been there or not. It’s too cute, barely spreading over his cheekbones and nose tip.

Eddie was knocked out of his daydreaming by remembering he had to answer Steve. “Huh? Oh- thanking you for your lack of plants. That’s all.” He jokes and shakes his head. “It’s stupid, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad to get a break from being the sneezy one.” He teased.

A quiet, albeit raspy, chuckle escapes Steve while he sucks on the lozenge. “Ab I givi’g you a rud for you b-buhh…bodey yet? Or do I deed to snff let byself sdeeze bore for that?” With all the stopping to sniffle and how his nose seemed to be tickling, Eddie got the idea the menthol in the lozenge was working on Steve’s sinuses.

“Well, I think you’re doomed to sneeze more soon either way, big boy.” Eddie teased as he watched the other man’s expression fall again into that pre-sneeze desperation.

Still, Steve seemed to want to deny himself release. “D-D’noh idea… w-whhaahat you bead, Eds-” His breath was beginning to hitch dangerously now, coming closer and closer to its inevitable crescendo.

Eddie took Steve’s hands, “Don’t stifle, Steve… just sneeze. It’s okay.” He urged the other, getting the feeling it was far more than just a matter of Steve not wanting to spread germs. Like he was still embarrassed and shy.

“Oh, okaaehh-! AeISHHue! HeiiISHhuh! Ngh- Ugh… Oh fuck. Still tickles.” Steve admits, scrunching and wriggling his nose in all sorts of ways Eddie found altogether too damn endearing.

Eddie rolled his eyes and dropped down onto the couch with Steve. “Come here, sniffles.” And he can plainly see that has an effect on Steve from where he sits now. Steve’s breath catches, and there’s the slightest tent to the front of his Hawkins High Swim Team gray sweatpants. Whoever designed those pants for the swim team, Eddie could kiss them. “Oh, you like that?” He purred.

A shaky sort of breath left Steve, but Eddie wasn’t quite sure if it was from being teased or still needing to sneeze. Though Steve moved a bit closer, his eyes were watering a little now with the irritation that wouldn’t budge. “O-oh god, cobe o-ohhhih-!” Even with as desperate of a hitch as it sounded, Steve still faltered into sniffles and groaned.

The curly-haired man looked at Steve with an exceptionally soft pout, one of distinct sympathy. “You want some help with that? Seriously, that looks like torture.” He tilted his head when Steve sniffled, and his eyes widened at Eddie’s offer.

“I’b sorry, what’d you just ask, b’me?” Steve asked, like he wasn’t sure if he was hearing correctly. He was still rubbing his nose against the cuff of his hoodie; Eddie wasn’t sure if he was encouraging or fighting off the tickle anymore.

Eddie raised a brow at Steve in confusion, “Do you need help with that stuck sneeze? You’re starting to look more miserable than me peak allergy season, Stevie.” He teased, watching as the other continued staring at him like a deer in headlights until it clicked for Eddie, and he had his lightbulb moment. “Wait! Does that turn you on?” He asked, sounding utterly delighted to have figured out how to get Steve going to the point where he was nearly speechless.

Instantly, Steve was sputtering, and it caused a few coughs to escape him. “Oh by god, you cad’t just say thi’gs like that to b’me, Eds…” He complained, leaning back against the couch to tip his head back while rubbing at his nose some more. “Fuck… ugh, bay- maehh… hehih-!” And once again, Eddie watched him wind up, only for nothing to happen.

“Sooo…?” Eddie prompted and gave a vague wave of his hand as if gesturing Steve to continue.

It was truly remarkable how red Steve’s face could flush, Eddie thought as he watched the lighter brunette make the internal debate. “Fide. Jesus, we practically flirt all the tibe adyway.” He reached forward to snatch a tissue, twisting the corner into a point.

Eddie’s brows furrowed as he watched in utter confusion while Steve strangled the tissue. “Okay, I gotta ask… what the fuck are you doing?”

“I’b- ihhih… ugh, I’b baki’g sobethi’g for you to i’duce b’me.” He explained before handing the tissue, now twisted to a neatly pointed tip, over to Eddie. “Probably wod’t get bore thad ode use out of it because I’b all coldish, but iihh-! it should do the trick.”

After accepting the new tool, Eddie turned to face Steve more as he started to get the idea. “Ohh, I think I get it. Okay. Never actually thought to use a tissue like this, honestly.” He admits before smirking a little. This was Steve’s kink, and well… he wanted to perform for him a little. Make it fun for him.

He trails the very tip of the twisted-up tissue end over the tip of Steve’s red nose and watches as his nostrils flare in response to even just that. “Jesus, someone’s sensitive.” It was just a stray comment. Sometimes, Eddie couldn’t keep his mouth shut, but judging by how Steve’s hips suddenly squirmed, he really enjoyed it.

A grin split across Eddie’s face, and he suddenly moved to straddle Steve’s lap, “Think I need a better position for this, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked teasingly and winked at his boyfriend, who was now bright red as he looked up at him. Eddie eased down to sit more in Steve’s lap, which caused the other man to groan softly.

“Sure, E-Eddie…” Steve stuttered out, but this time, it clearly had nothing to do with his sensitive nostrils that Eddie was already getting back to teasing. “You cad go i-ihhh idside…”

That made the darker-haired man raise his brows in mild surprise, but he nodded, gently slipping the tip of the tissue into Steve’s nose. He gently twirled the tissue curiously, which had Steve instantly gasping beneath him, and Eddie’s dick twitched at just how powerful he felt for a brief moment.

The twirl seemed to do the trick because Steve’s nostrils flared out, and his eyes fluttered closed with another desperate, hitching breath. Eddie’s hand shot back with the tissue still clutched between his fingers, the twisted tip now all damp and limp despite its short adventure.

“Ihh… IXXTISHHUE!! HEIIISHUE! Uh… Hupt’IISHHuh… ugh oh by god…” Steve groaned out after the sneezes. The first two burst forth with a sudden intensity Eddie hadn’t been expecting at all. The lighter-haired brunette hastily grabbed a tissue to press to his face, cleaning himself up while a blush spread across his neck and cheeks. “Fuck that’s so e’barassi’g.” He whispered, but Eddie could feel Steve’s erection pressing firmly against him.

The ease with which Eddie could get Steve so hard he was pressing up against him like that even while he was under the weather was borderline intoxicating. It didn’t matter that Steve had snapped right forward to sneeze, the spray misting briefly against Eddie’s forearm and stomach.

“Bless you, hey… it’s alright. You’re sick; gotta get that gunk outta you. Maybe a shower with one of those disks would be a good idea, actually… clear out some of that congestion, huh?” He offered and grabbed Steve another tissue to replace the one he’d just about soaked through by now.

Little, congested snuffles were coming from Steve constantly as Eddie sat back in his lap to let him tend to his leaking nose. “Baybe…” Steve relented a little, still seeming shy, and wiped away the tears at the edges of his eyes from sneezing. His sinuses were so utterly full it was hard not to tear up with every sneeze. “What uh… what exactly do they eved do? Dever really tried theb before.”

At that, Eddie perked up and grinned at Steve before moving out of his lap. “Oh, you’re gonna love this- c’mon, sniffles. Let’s get you in the nice warm shower with one of those disks then.” He slid backward off of Steve’s lap carefully. He offered his hands to pull him up, ensuring Steve was steady on his feet before grabbing one of said shower disks and being led to the bathroom.

The bathroom was admittedly a little small for two people. Eddie wasn’t sure how Steve and his roommate managed it, but he went about getting the disk out of the packaging. Of course, the moment the menthol scent hit him, his eyes watered, and his nose prickled, making him pause to rub roughly at it with his hand.

A sudden hand on his arm made him pause, blinking over at Steve, who was looking at him with a concerned expression. “I cad oped it?” He offers softly, but Eddie takes a moment to look at him. Steve looks exhausted and sick, sure, but his pupils are wide and lust-blown. That hard-on from the couch is still half-present and painfully evident in those gray sweatpants, too.

“I got it, sweethhheart.” Eddie assures, wiggling the disk as his own breath tries to hitch, and he lets it for once. In fact, Eddie sniffs slightly, which only irritates his sensitive nose more, so his nostrils twitch and flare. “Told you… you’ll l-love.. thhhh… hEXZT’Shiew! Whew! Okay. You’ll love these.” And without another moment to waste, Eddie sets the little disk in the shower for Steve with a wink. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

Finally, Eddie sees Steve’s unfiltered reaction to one of his sneezes, similar to in the library. It was as if the poor man had completely bluescreened briefly before rebooting. Pupils wide and lust blown as he stared at Eddie, who still rubbed his nose. “Uh… yeah, so just… shower like dorbal?” he asked with another soupy sniffle and began to pull off his shirt, already starting to shiver.

Suddenly, Eddie’s throat felt dry as Steve began undressing with him in the bathroom, and he nodded. “Yep. That’s the idea. It’ll dissolve, and the scent will help clear out your sinuses. Want me to go sit on the couch and wait?”

With his pants still on, Steve was reaching forward to crank the water as hot as it would go, still sniffling. “Uhm… ki’da… ki’da dizzy actually? Could you baybe like… keep close? Id case I deed you?” There was a quiet plea in Steve’s voice, the request coming out awkward and stunted like he wasn’t used to asking for help.

Something in it tugged on Eddie’s shriveled heart, and he looked up at Steve with a soft expression. “Yeah, Stevie. I can stay. I’ll turn around so you can strip and get in, deal? Deal.” He agreed, tucking himself into the corner by the sink to stare at the wall. There was a good deal of shuffling behind him before he heard the shower curtain and the spray of water finally being interrupted.

The menthol scent from the shower disk was already making Eddie’s nose twitch and tingle, so he closed the toilet seat lid, going to sit down on it. “Remember what I said earlier? We’re trying to get that gunk out of you, man. Trust me when I say I’m not gonna judge you or anything. Seriously, I’m sure you’ll get to see me peak allergy s-seeh-season, and you’ll get it.”

His idle chatter as Steve showered made the man give a quiet grunt. “You sure?” Steve’s voice was tired, nervous, and still congested, but it already sounded a little better than before.

“P-Positiihh-“ But just as Eddie had been about to respond, his breath hitched dangerously, and his hand flung up to cover his mouth and nose. “IXT’SHiew! Ugh, positive! Sorry, sensitive nose.” Eddie admitted with a little sniffle and scrunched his nose up to try and dispel that tingling sort of itch. It wasn’t like his usual allergic itch, just maddening enough to make his sinuses wonder what was in the air to react to. “Hit’SHZiew! Snf! Motherfucker. It’s supposed to make you sneeze, not me!”

A laugh escaped Steve, turning into some productive-sounding coughs that had Eddie grimacing in sympathy. “Give m’be a m’bidute, dod’t worry.” He assured, sniffling a little as the shower disk worked its magic while he went through his usual shower routine.

It was barely a minute later when the bathroom had gone oddly quiet. “Heh… Gonna- HEIKTshuh! HI’TShue! Eh… ET’SHHue! HN’kt!” The last one sounded strange, and Eddie blinked a few times, wondering what in the hell Steve had done to make it sound like that.

“You good, man?” Eddie checked in softly, almost tempted to peek over the shower curtain just to make sure he wasn’t going to pass out or anything.

A shaky breath left Steve, and Eddie saw one of his hands come up to grab the shower curtain rod for support. “Uh-huh… snff! Yeah, just-” Another little groan came from the lighter brunette, and Eddie felt worry fluttering in his ribcage like a frightened bird. “Dizzy… m’okay. Rad out of breath od that last sdeeze…”

Something like a little cough slipped out of Steve, and Eddie stood to put a hand on top of Steve’s that had a white knuckle grip on the shower curtain rod. “Maybe it’s time to rinse off and get out, yeah? I’ll get your towel and look away so you can hop out.” He encouraged, already moving, to grab the fluffy maroon towel and hold it open.

Only a few moments later, Steve sounded like he’d rinsed off, but then there was a soft catch of breath just above the spray before- “HeXT’SHHuh! EXT’SHHUE! Hihh… IXT’SHHuh IT’SHH! Oh by god…” If anything, Steve’s tone sounded exasperated, but the sneezes had sounded productive. “You were right. About the shower disk.” He groaned, and Eddie could hear the shower spray being disrupted again, making him smile a little before the water shut off.

“You’re kind of adorable when you’re sick, y’know that?” Eddie said as he shut his eyes, turning his face as he held out the towel for Steve. “I mean- you’re adorable in general, don’t get me wrong! But like… I dunno, man. I know you can take care of yourself, but I just wanna make sure you’re looked after.”

There was another brief pause, and the continued silence as he felt Steve press into the towel had Eddie’s anxiety spiking. He wrapped the towel around the other’s shoulders and gave him a squeeze there. As the silence dragged on, Eddie felt a need to fill it, “Sorry, is that weird? I don’t wanna like- infantilize you or anything. I just… I wanna drag you to bed, wrap you in blankets, get you whatever you need until you feel better, y’know?”

“Would you lay with me?” Steve asked suddenly, voice right in front of him, and it shocked Eddie so much that his eyes snapped open.

In front of him stood Steve. Hair dripping wet still, the towel now around his waist, and droplets of water running down his sinfully pretty chest. A more perverse part of Eddie had the intrusive thought of licking the water off him. Steve still had dark circles under his eyes, but those eyes were bright and pleading. “Of course I will, Stevie. We can get comfy and lay together as long as you want.”

Visibly, Steve’s shoulders relaxed, and he nodded with an almost pleading expression, pulling at his brows and lips. “Yes, please? That sounds- snf! fantastic.” He lifted a towel corner to dab at his sensitive, red nostrils with a bit of a wince. “Ugh, ow.”

With a little purse of his lips, Eddie made a sympathetic noise. “Nose all raw?” he asked, reaching out to open the bathroom door so Steve could lead the way to his bedroom. “I didn’t think to get any Vaseline; sorry, sweetheart.”

“S’okay. This always happens when I get si-ihh…. Ihih-!” Halfway down the short hallway, Steve paused with one hand on the wall as his breath began to hitch and his eyes fluttered. “Oh no come o-ohhhhh-!” Eddie watched as Steve’s hand hovered in front of his face, expression utterly helpless and slack before suddenly exploding. “IX’TSH! HiISHHue! Snf! Ugh- sorry.”

A little chuckle came from Eddie, who just shook his head, “I am the last one you have to go apologizing to for sneezing.” He assured Steve and put a hand on his lower back as he followed him.

It didn’t take long for Steve to be dressed in some boxers and a sweatshirt since he was cold after his shower. Without even thinking about it, Eddie began pulling off his shirt and sat down on the bed to take off his shoes. The sudden sensation of fingers against his back made Eddie jump a little, and his head whipped around to find Steve tracing the dice tattoos along his spine.

“Like what you see, Harrington?” Eddie asked in amusement as he finally kicked off his shoes to lie down beside Steve. He wiggled out of his dark pants, which got tossed to the floor as well, leaving him in boxers. Most of his upper half was covered in tattoos at this point.

Some kind of sleepy slight hum came out of Steve, slightly congested again but not enough to hamper his speech yet. “They’re pretty. Your tattoos. Did you do them yourself?” He asked curiously, and his hand now strayed curiously over the large moth just below Eddie’s sternum.

Eddie adjusted himself to get the blankets wrapped around them both, making sure Steve was tucked in properly before tossing the blankets over his legs. “Some smaller ones, yeah. Because I’m an idiot. Don’t tattoo yourself, Stevie. I mean it.” There’s amusement and a warning, but he leans to press his lips to Steve’s forehead again. Both checking his temperature and enjoying the simple intimacy. “Chrissy did a lot of them. Gareth, one or two, actually.”

This time, the hum from Steve was more distant, and when Eddie looked, he saw the other man was nearly asleep, tucked against him. “Get some rest, sleeping beauty. You need it. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Taking a deep, slow breath, Steve let out a long and decidedly sleepy sigh through his mouth. His nose was still a little too congested for such things. “Promise? You won’t leave?”

Something physically hurt inside Eddie to think once upon a time; Steve might’ve been in a similar spot, vulnerable and left completely alone when he didn’t want to be. “I’ll be here. I promise.” Eddie moved his hand to find one of Steve’s, interlocking their pinkies so he could squeeze the other man’s tight before bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. “I’m here, Steve.”

The reassurance was all he needed. Steve was out like a light, soft little congested snores sounding against Eddie’s shoulder as they cuddled beneath the blankets in the cozy queen-sized bed. And really… Eddie couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.

#ed/die mu/nson #st/eve ha/rrington #st/eddie #st/ranger th/ings #snzblr #snz #snzfic #bex's snz writing #snzfucker #tattoos and tissues #tw mess #tw inducing

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chaotictarlos · 2 years

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all night long

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: M x M Smut, sex, gay, sex, anal sex, anal fingering, oral sex, possessive tk strand, 4x02 Coda, The New Hot Mess, 4 x 02: The New Hot Mess

Summary: TK has some feelings about seeing Carlos in plaid

Author's Note: Carlos Reyes in plaid is my weakness and I had to write something about that soooo this was born. I hope you enjoy the fic! Comments and kudos keep me going.

Thank you to @noxsoulmate for beta'ing this.

TK groans as Carlos pushes him against the wall, his hands dropping down to start to undo Carlos’ pants.

“Whoever invented plaid and allowed you to wear it is a gift,” TK groans as he trails kisses along Carlos’ jaw to his neck where he leaves a very impressive bruise.

He knows they should probably talk more about what Carlos had said on the couch about being broken, but right now he’s thinking with his downstairs brain and that is fully winning out.

Not that either of them minds at the moment.

Carlos shoves a leg in between TK’s and rolls his thick thigh up against TK’s thickening cock.

“If I knew you would have this kind of reaction to a simple pattern, I’d have worn it sooner,” Carlos teases, moving his hand up from cupping TK’s neck to being tangled in his hair.

TK groans as Carlos uses his grip on his hair to yank his neck back and attach his lips to his pulse point.

“Baby, please,” TK gasps, dropping his hands down to grab onto Carlos’ perfect ass. He squeezes the handfuls that he gets and pulls him in closer so that their bodies are flush together.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

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c-e-d-dreamer · 2 years

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Elucien drabble ideas:

Elucien spooning. Just some pure cuddling with an abundance of affection.

Lucien teases Elain for something and she gets all flushed and embarrassed

Please, for all that is good and mighty, we need more Lucien with babies in this fandom. Lucien holding his daughter when she’s really young would be cute because I imagine he hasn’t even put much thought into fatherhood but he would totally want a child with Elain. I’m just imagining his copper hair with Elain’s brown doe eyes on a tiny little baby girl 🥺

Sharing clothes. I’m a sucker for Elain wearing Lucien’s jacket, and often (a cute parallel to him protecting her in Hybern)

Elain gifts Lucien something for Solstice. Maybe an autumn court trinket or food or something he likely hasn’t seen or eaten in a while

In-love, mated Elain reflects on the time she spent ignoring Elucien with regret, but Lucien reassures her that although it did hurt, that he wouldn’t change anything (bc they’re in love and happy)

Anything with their height difference. Elain is the shortest sister I believe and I love height differences. Or, to combine the teasing prompt, you could have Lucien give Elain forehead kisses and Elain tries to reach him on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips, but she can’t reach and Lucien teases her before kissing her like she wants

Lucien with babies? Say less, Anon! Say. Less. And this is of course perfect for Day 3 of @elainweekofficial because nothing says family quite like Momma Elain. Hope everyone enjoys! :)

“Carefully now.”

Elain gently cradles the small hands in her palms, helping to guide the egg balanced in the spoon into the deep green colored water of the teacup. She pulls her hands back slightly, just hovering now, and of course, that’s the exact moment the egg drops into the water, sending dark green droplets flying up and across the table.

“Oops,” Poppy offers, turning toward Elain with a sheepish smile.

“That’s alright,” Elain assures her, grabbing a tea towel and wiping the green from Poppy’s fingers first then gathering up the mess on the table. “Now we have to let it sit for a few minutes so it becomes nice and colorful, okay?”

Poppy nods her head, leaning over the table to peer into the cup with her wide, brown eyes. She’s leaning far enough forward that Elain is certain she’ll be scrubbing green dye off of her daughter’s face before bedtime later. With a fond shake of her head, she runs a hand through the strawberry blonde curls tumbling unruly down Poppy’s back.

“Momma, is my egg ready yet?”

Elain turns to another pair of bright, brown eyes, identical to her twin sister. Lily’s smile is wide, showing off the missing tooth, her little body practically vibrating with excitement in her seat. With a soft, fond laugh, Elain steps over behind Lily’s chair, pressing a sweet kiss into another head of unruly strawberry blonde curls.

“Should we check it?” Elain asks, already picking up the spoon to scoop the egg out.

Lily eagerly nods her head up and down, so Elain reaches into the red water, carefully lifting the egg up and out, the shell now a bright pink color. Lily lets out a quiet gasp once the egg comes into view, clapping her hands together.

“It’s pink!” Lily declares, drawing even Poppy’s attention with her excitement.

“It is,” Elain agrees, feeding off Lily’s excitement and laughing lightly. “Are you happy with the color or should we let it soak a little longer?”

“I’m happy with it. I want to do blue next.”

Elain sets the now pink egg in the carton they’re using for the finished eggs before grabbing a fresh hard boiled one. She places it gently in the cradle of the spoon, prepared to help Lily lower it into the teacup full of the blue dye, but Lily snatches the egg with her fingers, plopping it right into the teacup. Elain winces as blue liquid goes everywhere, sending Lily into a fit of giggles. Jaz gives her own snort of amusement from across the table and Elain looks up and raises an unimpressed eyebrow at her oldest.

“Don’t you even start, young lady,” Elain chides lightly, earning an eye roll from the preteen.

“I don’t know what we’re feeding Ash, but maybe we should stop,” Lucien declares, stepping into the kitchen with Ash cradles in his arms.

Ash has Lucien’s long, red hair curled around his little fist, blinking big, sleepy eyes up at his father, but as soon as he spots Elain, he starts to wriggle. Elain coos at him as he points at her with his free fist, blabbering away adorably, but when he tries to practically launch himself from Lucien’s arms, Elain takes him. Ash curls up happily against her chest, and Elain presses a sweet kiss to the crown of his head.

“I’m serious,” Lucien continues, his nose scrunching up as if remembering the disgust. “I don’t think I’ve ever cleaned up a mess quite like that.”

“You want to talk about a mess,” Elain mutters, looking pointedly at their kitchen table now covered in dye and eggs alike, at Poppy and Lily’s hands that are now as colorful as the eggs, at William who has decided to place all the stickers meant for the eggs on his face.

“I suppose that’s what we get for having five kids.”

“Maybe that’s what we need to stop doing then.”

“I’ll stop doing that when my wife stops being so hot,” Lucien tells her, his voice low and suggestive. He wraps an arm around Elain’s waist and tugs her close, careful not to crush Ash between them. His smirk is wide, russet eyes alight with mischief as his gaze sweeps down over Elain’s frame.

“Gross,” Jaz mutters, making a gagging sound.

Lucien opens his mouth, but before he can respond, Poppy lets out a whine, crying out, “I want my green egg.”

It’s a temper tantrum waiting to happen and Elain braces for impact. Lucien is quick to intervene, crouching down beside Poppy’s chair and soothingly brushing her hair away from her face.

“How about we check your egg, okay?” Lucien offers, his voice soft and gentle.

Poppy nods her head, so Lucien picks up the spoon, dipping it into the teacup and fishing out the egg inside. When he pulls it out, it’s a soft pastel green. Elain expects Poppy to smile at seeing her now green egg, but instead her bottom lip continues to wobble.

“It’s not dark enough,” Poppy whines, eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“It’s okay. We can get it darker,” Lucien assures her, setting the egg back in the teacup. “We just have to let it sit for a little bit longer, okay, sweetie?”

Poppy concedes with a nod, sniffling quietly and rubbing a hand under her nose. Lucien presses a kiss to her cheek, and Poppy’s expression finally eases, the tantrum staved off for now. Lucien turns over his shoulder to smile at Elain, that small smile that she knows is reserved just for her and always has her heart bursting into a flutter of butterflies. She doesn’t even bother trying to bite back her own answering grin. Their life certainly might be messy, but it’s full of so much joy, so much love, that Elain knows she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

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nian-7 · 1 year

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Ron, Totomaru, Milo, Winter x gn!reader

✧love languages

✧fluff, (deranged detective fandom, wake up. i'll write any of your requests fr)

-To put it quite simply, Ron's love language is quality time. He isn't one who can form his feelings for you into words or show it through physical touch. He prefers to show it through spending time with you.

-He doesn't really know much in the romance department when it comes to an actual romantic relationship so he tends to stick with something simple and clear, such as spending time with you.

-Cafes are a common place you both will go to but, it's up to you. He wants you to pick rather than having him pick every time. He does have an opinion sometimes and doesn't have a problem voicing it to you.

-Toto is a simple yet shy person when it comes to love. He tends to lean more towards gift giving or acts of service. Both are very common for him to do so he can show his love for you!

-He gets you simple yet meaningful gifts. A flower he saw at the florist when he was walking by, a treat from a cafe, a framed picture of the both of you, etc. They're always so simple yet they're filled with loved knowing that you're always on his mind.

-Toto enjoys doing things for you too. He'll do nearly anything. Whether it be you just need him to do some chores around the house because you had a rough day at work or if you need him to go out to the store to buy something for dinner, he doesn't mind at all.

-Milo is a tricky one because sometimes even you can't tell if he's messing with you or not. Either way, gift giving is often something he'll do. Sometimes you'll walk into your bedroom and see a little box wrapped in a ribbon from him.

-Sometimes he doesn't have much time to give you the love you want and so he'll settle for leaving you gifts in places he knows you'll be. It ranges in size, price, and even the item itself can be completely different and something you weren't expecting.

-Mention something that you saw in a shop and it just might be on your bedside table the next day. He takes note of everything you mention and will keep it for later use just in case a special day is coming up, otherwise they're usually when you least expect them.

-Winter tends to be a bit more of an emotional person and will act on their emotions sometimes. Quality time is how they usually will show their love because they feel like it's how they can get their love across to you.

-Nearly anything is on the table for them. Motorcycle rides together, sitting somewhere peaceful together, baking something, anything you want! They don't prefer to go out on dates and would rather stay home but, occasionally they don't mind going out.

-They don't mind light physical touch either. They wouldn't rather have a lot of it but, things like holding hands or quick kisses are something they do enjoy a lot, mostly in private.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

#ron kamonohashi deranged detective #ron kamonohashi #ron x reader #ron kamonohashi x reader #totomaru isshiki #totomaru isshiki x reader #milo moriarty #milo moriarty x reader #winter moriarty x reader #winter moriarty #gender neutral reader #fluff #x reader #deranged detective

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tarisilmarwen · 1 year

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Rebels Rewatch: “Path of the Jedi“

Midseason upgrades and freshly-brewed nightmare fuel, let’s go!

Right, I’m just going to go ahead and link to the obligatory “Someone had an annoying rancid take on this episode” post right now and get that out of the way, let’s talk about something more fun instead because this episode has a lot of very very fun narrative things going for it.

A bright and airy rendition of the Main Titles theme to start us off, which almost feels like an apology for the drama they left us hanging on last episode and the stress they’re about to inflict on us in this one.

“We’re sorry about the horrors we made you witness. It will happen again. In the meantime enjoy this pleasant non-threatening scene. :)”

Zeb looks so annoyed lol.

Some of the many shots in this episode that look absolutely gorgeous, especially in gifsets or amvs.

(Sometimes you have to slow the footage down just a teeny fraction to fully appreciate how beautiful it is. Along those notes, have a link to one of my favorite Rebels fanvids. You’ll thank me.)

“I was with Sabine.” Yeah I’ll bet you were, lol.

I think a few people in fandom figured out that Ezra had shown Sabine the stolen TIE fighter before the actual reveal but post season finale it’s still retroactively hilarious that we can pinpoint this as probably the exact moment.

Not entirely clear if it was a one time thing or if he’s been hanging out at the TIE fighter watching Sabine paint it a few times now, speculation best relegated for the realm of fanfic. Of which there are plenty for this particular moment. :)

(Personally I’m fond of the idea that it was a gift/thank you for making his birthday suck marginally less and possibly also a bit of an apology for the whole mess on Anaxes.)

Kanan starts the conversation a bit frustrated, the implication coming across that Ezra’s been avoiding his Jedi training and Kanan is feeling supremely unconfident in both his role as a teacher and whether or not Ezra is actually meant to be a Jedi. As Ezra points out, he’s not exactly had a traditional Jedi upbringing and everything is a lot more difficult for him. Kanan’s likely worried that continuing to train Ezra will just lead to more disaster, put him at greater risk of Falling. So Kanan wants to be absolutely sure that Ezra’s committed to this.

Hey, remember how I talked about how Ezra completely hero-worships Kanan and latched onto him for a parental figure as well as mentor?

“I want to be the Jedi you see in me, the one I don’t always see in myself.”

Yeah.

Ezra desperately wants to be worthy of the potential Kanan sees in him. It’s kind of understated in the series, but Ezra has a serious self-esteem problem. He doesn’t think he’s any kind of special, thinks that if not for the efforts of others he would just be an insignificant nobody. He wants to live up Kanan’s example and expectations.

Maybe that’s why he acts a bit eager-to-please in this scene, departing with a very respectful and formal, “As you say, Master.”

Hera showing complete faith in Kanan to be able to help Ezra. <3333

The music is rather nice, not terribly memorable, but appropriate for the mood and tone here. It falls away so we can focus on Kanan and Ezra’s conversation, and then comes back in with very sweet female chorals as Ezra taps into the Force in search of Jedi outposts.

I don’t think I ever paid much attention to this cue before, but it is lovely.

Frick there’s mist drifting over the fields here, thisshowissogorgeous.

Right, so you’re gonna be hearing me talk about how pretty this episode is A LOT, I’m guessing.

It’s ridiculously pretty.

Aaaand there’s the Force theme, right on appropriate cue.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: Kanan’s and Ezra’s breath misting as they speak.

Ezra’s theme piping in as he and Kanan harmonize through the Force again.

Egads look at that lighting, look how soft it is askjhaf.

Lots of strings, chimes, and vocals in the score this episode.

I’m sorry, this frame made me laugh.

These are my idiots and I love them.

Ezra seems confident until Kanan tells him he’s going to be doing this on his own.

Kanan falling back on parroting the things he heard, even though he understands how unhelpful they are to Ezra. It’s all he’s got, though.

The strings turn ominous in the score here, impressing a looming sense of danger on us.

There’s a Force ring right when the vision!Kanan speaks, a very sneaky subtle hint that he’s not actually there.

Also, if I may? I still cannot believe they brought the little nonsense “Loth-cat, Loth-wolf” rhyme back in the trailers for the fourth season like some kind of ominous portent of doom like for real????

It’s more obvious in the vision back on the Ghost but the Temple has Ezra’s friends saying the things he most fears to hear from them. In Kanan’s case, it’s that he doesn’t have any actual confidence in Ezra at all. Ezra questions this less (see aforementioned self-esteem issues) but it still stings, I bet.

The sound design this episode is on point. *chef kiss*

Love how everything goes stained dark red once the Vision!Inquisitor appears.

Oh yeah, he was absolutely terrifying for me the first time I watched this. *shudders*

I’M SORRY, THE HORROR THEY PUT IN KIDS CARTOONS GETS TO ME A LOT WORSE THAN ANYTHING IN “ADULT” FARE.

I never really liked how jerky the animation was in the lightsaber fight here, but I think there’s wiggle room to consider that this is Ezra’s vision and he’s never seen a proper lightsaber battle before, doesn’t know how graceful and fluid it’s supposed to be.

Idk it makes me forgive this fight a bit more.

Side note: I haaaaaate Disney+’s anti-epilepsy features I wish I could turn them off. We have the whole series on DVD but I also don’t have a disc drive on my computer, why does modern technology suck so much?

Bbyyyyyyyy :((((((((

You can see tears glimmering on the edges of his eyes.

Right so, one of Ezra’s fears, obviously, watching his master die in front of him.

Please do not think about “Jedi Night” and that fear coming true.

“So he called himself Kanan, did he?” Our first hint that that’s not actually his real name. Which of course Grand would know, given his access to the Jedi records.

Ohhhh wow, in contrast to how easily he pulled Kanan’s saber to him the previous episode, here it takes a slow minute. Signs of his unbalance perhaps?

Nothing metaphorical in how the saber refuses to ignite and falls apart in his hands tho. XD

The visions be trippy this episode.

Oh ho man, the meta I could spill about this scene and how it reflects aspects of Ezra’s innermost fears.

I’ll try to be brief.

Vision!Zeb: Dismissive and flippant and considers Ezra an annoyance and a nuisance. Not far off from the truth, but as of “Fighter Flight” the two did develop a respect and appreciation for each other. Ezra fears that it’s skin deep and that Zeb still thinks he’s an annoying disposable kid.

Vision!Hera: Only cares about how “useful” Ezra is to “the cause”. Ezra fears she only values him for the skills he can bring as Rebel soldier, that she’ll cut him loose and abandon him the moment he’s no longer an asset to her.

*shoves this under the noses of certain uncharitable parties*

Vision!Sabine: He’s a weak, scared, pitiable kid, incapable of any true heroism, only worth being sighed at and condescendingly sympathized over. Ezra fears not being able to protect anyone he cares about, fears Sabine will never take him seriously, fears how she and the others see him, fears being weak and fragile and powerless.

Ezra’s obviously hurt by the false assessment of him, but has enough wits about him to remember that he’s in the Temple and couldn’t just have teleported back to the Ghost... so this must be false.

He’s not able to fully articulate those thoughts before Vision!Inquisitor shows up to be completely horrifying.

Zeb and Hera die pretty quickly in the vision (and the offscreen implications are almost worse than seeing things on onscreen) but Sabine lingers, calling out to him desperately, begging him to help.

OH HI MY NIGHTMARES FOR TONIGHT.

I said, the first time I watched this.

Ezra presses up against Kanan’s door first, and then his own room’s, before frantically pressing at the hallway junction controls. Even in his vision he’s trying to find places of safety.

He already considers his room on the Ghost somewhere that’s supposed to be “safe” *sobs*

Bbbbbbyyyyyyyyyyy. :((((((((((((

The vision drops him back in the temple and he’s able to quickly parse that what he just saw was an illusion.

He’s briefly overcome by the thought that’s he’s alone and abandoned again before remembering he’s already survived that and come out of it, and he can do it again.

And boy if that isn’t Applicable.

*hurts in very specific and personal RL ways that I will not disclose*

Anyway, Grand shows up again to be terrifying. I love that he’s even more implacable and menacing than he is in reality, shows the kind of distortion that fear plays on our minds.

Excuse me, do not touch my blueberry, Sir.

Ezra sees through this lie as well, and accurately assesses his own worries and fears, before declaring that they have no hold over him and bravely standing defiant in front of the illusion that is the Grand Inquisitor.

He is such a good Jedi saskjhak.

His unflinching bravery and acceptance dissolves the vision. Fittingly his theme plays out in unapologetic brass.

Ffkajshkahfs AND THEN YODA’S THEME PIPES IN JUST A FEW SECONDS BEFORE WE HEAR HIS VOICE ENCOURAGING EZRA.

I kind of dig how we just hear voiceover from Ezra, we don’t see him speaking at all due to the camera angles. Makes it seem uncertain if he’s replying to Yoda mentally or out loud.

My gosh the camera movement in this scene perfectly conveys the slippery effervescent feel a Force Vision is supposed to.

We finally pan back to Kanan and his first concern and worry is for Ezra. <3333

He looks and sounds so astonished to hear Yoda awww.

Love the implication that Yoda just spends his time trying to reach out to other Jedi in the Force, looking for survivors he can help. Or that Kanan and Ezra coming to the Temple was significant enough that he felt it and was like, “Gotta get me in on this action.”

Kanan immediately adopting the proper reverence and respect once he confirms it’s actually Yoda.

I think I mentioned before but the Force tends to pair Masters and Padawans that affect each other’s personal growth. Kanan is learning as much from teaching Ezra as Ezra is learning being taught.

On Kanan’s end, he’s having to confront all his doubts and anxieties and fears about his worthiness as a teacher. Since he never finished his own training he feels inadequate and ill-prepared. Moreover, since he ran from the Jedi part of himself for so long, ran away from who he was, he feels a deep sense of shame and personal failure, a failure he doesn’t want to pass on to Ezra.

It’s all the classic parental, “Oh god there’s suddenly a young vulnerable whole other human being that I have to be a Responsible Adult for.” worries.

Having kids changes you, man. Can attest.

This is a really pretty shot.

As is literally all of this my gosh look at it. Hello World Between Worlds-shadowing!

With Ezra, Yoda mainly nudges him into articulating and defining why he wants to be a Jedi.

Once again I will attempt to be brief and not spill a thousand and a half words of meta sobbing about how much I love him.

“I guess because Kanan believes I can [become a Jedi].”

I repeat myself but...

Kanan inspires Ezra.

Ezra looks up to Kanan.

“He sees something in me that I don’t see in myself and I want to live up to that expectation because I care desperately about what he thinks of me.”

“I’ll become stronger, powerful.”

“I’d make the Empire suffer for everything it did [...] I don’t want to be helpless anymore!”

Ezra does not crave power for power’s sake, but for what it represents: A way to no longer be weak and helpless, like he’s felt almost his whole life, to strike back against the entities that have wronged him. His visions prior have struck right at the heart of this insecurity of his. He was helpless to save his parents, helpless to save Kanan, helpless to stop the Inquisitor.

“I don’t want to be helpless anymore.”

Yoda probes Ezra to clarify if he wants revenge. Ezra denies it, but Yoda rightfully points out he has a lot of fear and anger inside him.

Ezra does not deny that, but corrects himself by telling Yoda:

“I just want to protect myself and my friends!”

“I want to be a Jedi to protect the people I care about.”

And then he expands that.

“And not just them, everyone. I’ll protect everyone.”

Ezra “Hero Complex“ Bridger folks.

*sobs*

Ezra once again credits Kanan and the others as the reason why he’s becoming more selfless, completely discounting any part he’s played in his own growth (see aforementioned self-esteem issues), but there’s an infectious passion behind his voice this time, and the animators emphasize his eyes with soft little highlights in the irises.

Ezra wants to help people like his friends do, bravely, selflessly, giving everything away.

Because now he feels alive.

This whole exchange is cathartic as hell.

Somehow I made it through all that without mentioning the score, so let’s remedy that. Yoda’s theme continues to play out sweetly for his first interactions with Kanan, floating in and out as we intercut between him and Ezra. A couple other hero themes are briefly excerpted. Some deep bass male vocals start, a low steady single note sound like a meditative chant, emphasizing the mystery and spirituality of the inner chamber of the Temple.

The vocals drop out and calm strings pipe in, in tandem with Ezra’s moment of catharsis.

The Temple fades out partway into the starvoid of the World Between Worlds, and then a single blue glowing light descends from above, softly into Ezra’s hands.

Once again screencaps cannot accurately convey just how pretty this scene is.

The Force has tested him and found him worthy and so he has earned his kyber crystal.

He doesn’t know what it is, but he certainly looks at it the way he looked at Kanan’s lightsaber, with absolute utter awe, the Force theme in clarinet with plinking xylophone chimes like twinkling stars playing in the background.

Kanan’s so ridiculously proud of Ezra fskasjfhkh. Probably just a little bit consternated that the Force decided Ezra was ready for a full-on lightsaber. Like his job wasn’t hard enough ha ha.

The Force read the script and was like, “Yeah, uh, you’re gonna need this.“ lol.

“And hopefully it’ll be here long after you and I are gone.“

*CRIES IN SEASON FOUR*

NO BUT HOW FAR BACK EXACTLY DO YOU THINK THEY HAD PLANNED OUT THE WHOLE WORLD BETWEEN WORLDS PLOT BECAUSE TUA’S LINE ABOUT THERE BEING A SECRET REASON WHY THE EMPIRE’S INTERESTED IN LOTHAL WAS CRYPTIC ENOUGH THAT MOST OF US THOUGHT IT WAS JUST MORE DEATH STAR FORESHADOWING.

AND THEN VADER AND THE INQUISITORS FOUND THE TEMPLE LATER IN THAT SEASON AND THERE WAS SPECULATION THAT MAYBE TUA MEANT THAT.

BUT YOU KNOW, WE THOUGHT IT WAS JUST FOR NORMAL KYBER AND DEFILEMENT PURPOSES.

Ooooooone more pretty shot for your enjoyment.

Later in the Ghost, everyone seems to be waiting anxiously for Ezra to finish his saber. I love that pretty much everyone contributed some parts for it, something about the symbolism of Ezra’s strength being his connection to others, to his family, that he carries them with him into battle.

Kanan turns the hilt over in his hands like, “This is a lightsaber???” Lol.

The Force theme has been creeping in slowly and now it builds and builds until full volume as Ezra ignites the saber.

I’m so proud of him. <3

This is one of my favorite episodes of the show, it’s so pretty and well-animated and has such good material for both Ezra and Kanan and their character development, both separately and together.

It’s a real milestone in their character journeys; they faced and overcame their fears just like the Jedi of old. There’s more than a bit of similarity to the “The Gathering” episode back in TCW, a focus on acknowledging and conquering one’s personal inner flaws and finding balance.

Aaaaaaah I love it. I love what this episode does for Kanan and Ezra’s relationship, I love the Jedi aesthetics, I love my precious boy Ezra so much. <333333333

#star wars #star wars rebels #space dad and his precious pumpkin child #rebels rewatch #liveblog #ezra bridger

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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Why do i/Good grief - Harry Hook x reader - Oneshot

The cold ocean wind blew past your cheeks-a puff of air escaping your lips as you curled up on the dock, one leg hanging down as the other was curled up to your chest-your arms wrapped around it. Your eyes glinted with the sunset reflecting off the horizon-which slowly disappeared behind the waves on the edge of the sea.

“There ye are”

You sat up, turning to see your beloved; Harry Hook-his hair a windswept mess and still in his work clothes, his black and white sleeveless hoodie a mess of grease and dirt from working on the lost revenge. You hummed, scooting to let him sit next to you. “hi” he whispered, taking your knee and shaking it a bit, smiling softly at you.

You smiled back, though it was pained and near hesitant. Harry noticed and wrapped his arm around you, holding you closer “ye said ya’ wanted ta’ talk?” you nodded, glancing away, looking down at the beaded bracelet he had gifted you upon your first date.

Were you really about to do this?

…you had to, you couldn’t just-leave-without saying a word.

“I want to take a break, from us.” you rushed out, clenching your eyes shut and ducking your head into your arms, fearing for Harry’s reaction. You felt his breath stop and his arm freeze, slowly withdrawing from your shoulder and his body move away from you.

‘no-no please-I’m sorry’ your mind begged him to stay close, to stay with you, you didn’t want him to leave thinking you hated him. you needed to explain. You felt his fingers go under your chin, bringing your suddenly tear-streaked face to look up at him, a sob punching out of your chest when you saw his ever-warm ocean eyes.

“I understand, mo Leannan, we’ve been together-what, five years now? We’re twenty-one now, it’s understandable you’d need some time away from us to learn about yerself or-even just-“ he cleared his throat, sounding uncomfortable with the notion of what he was about to mention “just time away from meh”

You shook your head, taking his hand and pulling it into your chest. No-you didn’t need time from him. you never wanted to be apart you just…you just “I just-fuck.” you sighed, rubbing your flushed face, it was so hard to explain. “I don’t want to leave you-I still love you, I always will-fuck I don’t think you’ll ever leave my brain. I just…fuck I don’t know, I don’t know” you sighed, bonking your head into his shoulder, feeling his free hand curl over your neck and rub the skin there with his thumb.

You felt him kiss the top of your head “I understand my love, I really do. Words are hard, I get that more than anythin’…I think-ye just need some time away, so ye can let yerself enjoy me again, right?” you perked up, looking into his eyes, his wonderful ocean eyes that had captivated you from the moment you first looked into them.

You nodded, slowly-that-that was almost it. You sighed, rubbing your neck. “the-the closest I would kin it to, would be burn out, I guess…like-remember the time I took a long break from my art-because I just-couldn’t do anything with it? No matter what?” he nodded, taking you in his arms and pulling you close “I guess I just-fucking love you so much I burnt out on you, and…I need a break so I can love you again without exhausting myself” you huffed, it sounded stupid-but it sounded right.

Harry just chuckled, kissing your cheek “aye, do what ye need ta’ do darlin’ I’ll always be here, just know that.” You let out another huff, feeling tears in your eyes as you buried yourself in his arms, it almost felt like he was fading away. “I know, I’ll come back to you-I know I will. I love you, Harry”

He hummed, closing his eyes and pressing his cheek to your head, holding you close “I love you too (y/n), I’ll see you soon.”

“see you soon, Harry Hook”

-end-

….fuck I made myself cry.

Well, this was just a lil personal goodbye fic to Harry Hook. Back in September, I announced my break from him, for writing. Im still in the fandom and of course I’ll talk about him and the others-just-for x readers, I’ll be(and have been) taking a break. For now it’ll be Walter Deville, Jtk, and maybe that one Max Wolfe fic I was beginning to do(I still need to watch-any of s1-p2 lol) otherwise, goodbye for now to Harry Hook :3.

no taglist since this one was kinda personal so...yeah.

#disney descendants #harry hook descendants #harry hook x reader #i think when i return ill return with dotht #since thats what my first multiparter and i need to do it justice #i do wanna finish cant stop this feeling #i have a whole idea for it so #yeah #harry hook to be continued #thank yall for reading for the last five years

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eternalwritess · 5 months

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heyo!! wondering if i could please get a hazbin hotel matchup sometime?? no rush at all, take your time! either romantic or platonic works (tossing around the idea that i'm aro/ace but i like the idea of relationships), ok with either gals or guys. tysm in advance!

(also, if you want, you can request a matchup in exchange at my sideblog @frostfall-matches - either hazbin hotel or another fandom listed on my blog!)

- personality: rough around the edges, introverted but not shy (distant, disinterested in getting close to most), willing to trust others and give people the benefit of the doubt, does not get lonely, extremely independent (often refuses to rely on others, hates when people step in to help without me asking), confident and self-secure (sometimes prideful to the point of arrogance), straightforward (blunt, sometimes tactless/insensitive but I try not to be), even-tempered (not prone to anger, but annoyance is relatively common; anger is cold when it happens), somewhat apathetic (rarely has strong emotional reactions, but a majority of the time mood baseline is pleasant), tends to brush off the severity of a situation, not very ambitious (but if I have a goal i WILL get it done), mildly competitive, good sense of humor, playful around friends, teasing, mischievous, realist that leans optimistic, curious (nosey, loves gossip/drama), a troublemaker/rulebreaker, often unintentionally gets into trouble (then laughs it off), does not shy away from conflict (a bit combative with authority and people who irritate me), logical, not sentimental, does not hold onto regrets, good at self-reflection.

- personality/alignment types: INTJ-A, enneagram 7w8, chaotic neutral.

- love languages: physical touch, gifts

- hobbies: video games (tactics, RPGs, anything with good world-building and characters), watching anime, drawing (digital), painting (watercolor and acrylic), baking, cosplay, writing, reading (fantasy, occasionally books on history), taking care of plants, home/decor DIY projects, thrill-seeking activities (a bit of an adrenaline junkie).

- likes: cats, sweets, most fruits, good food, cheese, lattes (either coffee or tea, a favorite of mine is chai), aromatic candles, piercings, tattoos, puns, cool weather, winter, forests, mountains, traveling, new experiences, learning foreign languages, medieval history, having ample amount of alone time/space, the occasional lazy day, people who are open to teasing/banter.

- dislikes: dogs, bitter foods, strong scents, hot weather, summer, spiders, long car rides, feeling restricted, conformity and blind obedience, having to be responsible for others, being vulnerable, when others are condescending towards me (makes my pride flare up, lmao), people-pleasers, weak-willed people.

- misc.: quite clumsy and prone to getting hurt ; accidentally (and purposefully) misuses slang or common phrases ; enjoys skin care and hair care but rarely wears makeup, loves changing up hair often ; used to do gymnastics ; played alto saxophone for many years ; a weird mix between a night owl and a morning person (but hates mid-day and early afternoon) ; able to pick up new skills relatively quickly, not afraid of messing up and looking stupid ; majors in international studies and french in uni w/ minors in psychology and medieval history ; prone to bad luck but tries to find the humor in most situations

- appearance/style: 155 cm / 5’1” ; hourglass to pear shaped ; very pale (burns easily) ; no tattoos but i want some ; 5 piercings in one ear, 4 + an industrial in the other, and a navel piercing ; clothing style is more on the masculine side (rarely wears dresses/skirts, but i do love short shorts), color scheme is black/gray/muted green ; loves fishnets, flannels, leather jackets, combat boots, socks are either black or very colorful/patterned ; enjoys sweatpants and hoodies when lounging at home.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓮!

She most likely found you when trying to find others to stay at the hazbin hotel and despite being rough around the edges she pushed further and further practically begging you to come join.

She literally would not leave you alone and since you weren't necessarily shy (and lowkey wanted her to leave) you joined the hotel. Plus a free room wasn't all that bad. Not to mention you just joined hell

"Oh you are going to love it here! I just know it!"

Honestly you probably hated her at first since you don't like relying on others a lot but she kept on trying to tell you that its alright and that she was there if you needed anything

With you being prideful and her needing some of that confidence in some areas I feel like you two would really balance each other out

Despite you not having overly strong emotions its fine! Cause she's got enough for the both of you.

Since you don't have strong emotions and tend to brush off the severity of a situation she'll step in and probably tell you whats what. Making a huge speech about everything and why it matters

You probably don't see the big deal with exterminations because of this and she'll try and convince you

"Everyone here is a human soul, just like the ones in heaven and I believe that everyone deserves their happy ending,"

You try and understand it for her but it gets confusing at times. She'll likely read to you the book she keeps in her room (the one she was reading in the first episode)

She's really passionate about things and sometimes you need to calm her down and bring her back to reality and she appreciates it when you do

"Thank you, I want a bit crazy there... heh,"

You most likely admire her ambition and will to get it done despite it most likely never happening as of currently (it does but we'll get to that)

You try to help her out from time to time but overall let her deal with it. Although sometimes she'll over stress and you'll need to go ahead and calm her down and remind her not to lose her head over it

Honestly despite what others think I believe Charlie has a competitive side to her when it comes to things that she believes in

So when she was told that her idea wouldn't work it was like a competition and in order to gain more or your help phrased it like one

"I wanna show those demons that my dreams will come true!"

She loves it when you get mischievous and sometimes will also try to be so. Although you might have to help her with it as she's kinda bad at it

While Charlie isn't big on drama I'd imagine she'd still love to hear about it just so that she can try to resolve it. Meanwhile you might end up trying to stir some of it up and she'd scold you for it. Not harshly, but still scold.

You both don't shy away from conflict and this is why I think you'd work so well together. When Heaven tells her that there's no proof she goes over and tells you what happened and since you both kinda hate the authority of Heaven you both challenge it

"We're gonna show those angels whats what!"

It was at this moment when she become really feisty in some term. You both began working harder and she loved the fact that you didn't shy down from heaven despite being a sinner

She really admired that part of you and tells you about it every single day

Charlie is a big cuddler. She'll probably snuggle up to you whenever she can. That and she always holds your hand wherever you go and will give you gifts. She is the princess of hell after all :)

If she sees that you've been staring at something that you might like for too long she'll get it for you. She most likely always pays for things like food and will always ask if you want to go and get something to eat with her

Also sometimes she'll just come home with chocolates for you or a gift for you

"Soo I saw this and it totally reminded me of you!"

You mentioned how you didn't like blind obedience and being responsible for others and honestly I thought this was perfect. I feel like Charlie isn't one to follow orders directly, she was told by many people that her plan wasn't gonna work even by her dad and yet she still persevered

And while she does like to be responsible for others in some way by helping them you won't have to be so for her. She takes care of her own actions :)

"I can't just follow what they say, its not right!"

As for your hobbies I'm actually kinda convinced that Charlie would love anime and would watch it with you all of the time

She would let you help her design the hotel and would love all of your ideas. She has a book just full of them in case she can use any of them :)

Also she probably has some sort of demonic botanical garden for you. She might not have much of a green thumb herself but she'd love to have you help her through it

She'd adore it when you'd cosplay. No questions asked

"OMG! Are you [insert character]!! I love them!!"

I feel like Charlie would try and push herself out of her comfort zone every now and then. She would love to try any crazy activities with you and probably have a heart attack whilst doing so-

One time you were helping her set up decorations for the hotel and accidentally fell off a ladder. She felt horrible and helped to patch you up despite you protesting claiming that it was her fault you were even on the ladder in the first place

Once she found out you were into skin care she begged you to share your routine with her

"Your skin is amazing! Whats the secret?!!!"

Once she learned you used to play the saxophone she would go crazy constantly asking you about it and asking you if you still know how to play

Then she found out you used to do gymnastics!? She was absolutely floored begging you once again to show her something

She loves your ability to find humor in any situation. It brightens up her mood every time :)

I hope this was good enough!

#hazbin hotel #match up #matchups #matchup #hazbin #hazbin hotel matchup #hazbin hotel matchups #hazbin hotel match up #hazbin hotel match ups

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OH i absolutely get you about the harry thing!!! (and i'm here for severus too, for snily snupin and now tomerus lmao) i don't care about t!marry either. there is an ethical element in my disliking of t!marry bcs he was a kid and tom murdered his parents, yada yada, but mostly? it bores me, lol. and snarry bores me too, i love harry, but i'll never not see him as a kid, so i don't care about him shipped with characters i find more complex and compelling 😶 and like i've said before, i feel that t!marry shippers cling too much to tom and harry's supposed connection and harry didn't even want it BBDBDBSBDB that's a shore to him! tom was a shore, an inconvenience at most, he had SOME wickedness on him but it was minimal, he didn't match tom's freak at all, while severus actually sought tom out, swore loyalty, took the mark, called him "my lord", there's sO much material there and actual willingness in both parties, i just find it so much more interesting than whatever people make up about tom and harry 🥱

and i understand feeling insecure about the language and the drawing skills 😔 BUT OMG HONEY NO don't feel bad about your HCs or AUs!!!! god the amount of bullshit i've seen from the t!marrys SHDJHSHDHHSHSHHD the most corny scenarios, they forget it's tom they're talking about, nobody questions the veracity or the portrayal, they just do whatever they want and don't take absolutely no criticism at all, so why would you feel bad? besides, your portrayal of them isn't ooc!!!! and if it's supposed to be ooc, so what??? we're talking about two very repressed gifted prodigious fucked up boys/men, and they don't need to be "good" together. unlike t!marrys that make up scenarios where they want harry to "fix" tom, severus and tom would just keep each other company and "love" each other without altering the other's plans and ambitions, no matter how ruin or messed up they're. they're not together to become "better people", they're the same as ever, but loved by one another, i reckon your portrayal of tom is loyal to his scent, so please don't fret, i love reading your posts and scenarios whenever i have time 🥺🥺🥺🩷🩷🩷 sorry if i sent too much 🙏 i may be the same as you, nobody else talks about them and whenever i speak it just spills and spills JDJDJSHDHHDHD have a good day xoxo 🩷 (2/2)

Omg you said the thing I couldn't name about Harry😭 you're so right I just see him as a kid, I do ship lunnary, ronarry but overall? They're sweet kids playing together in the playground lol.

Well you kinda could make the unwanted soul thingy interesting but not for me(maybe because it's not Tomerus lmaokdmdkdmd)

I think Harry could be wicked but I'm not sure if he could match Tom's level,, or he would accept him like that, (if they go with I can fix him trope well I hate that trope)

I only saw them before I was in fandom and I literally didn't remember anything about HP so I can't say how fandom makes their relationship, it's not for me so I didn't look into it personally. Just gonna ignore them because sorry I'm kind of jealous personn,, I'm like "Tom how could you cheat on my son!/J"

Joke aside I'm really jealous how good their artist is😭 I hope one day I could do same for Tomerus nation😔

Thank you love 😭 thanks to you my confidence really increased about posting them freely since your first question, thank you so much 🥹. And don't ever think you send too much I would always enjoy anything you send, feel free🧡🧡 have a good day(night? Mine is lol) too love thank you for writing this, again I enjoyed it so much 😙

#tomerus

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t3kandson · 1 year

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Choose Me ………..Please.

Word count; 1,706

Fandom; The Boyz feat A.C.E. & DKB

Pairing; Kim Sunwoo

Characters; Kim Sunwoo, Lee Donghun, Yang Heechan, Moon Kevin, Lee Hyunjae, Son Youngjae, Jo Changmin.

Warning; Angst, Alcohol Consumption, Thigh Sex, Fingering, Public Sex & Outdoor Sex.

Notes; Continued from selecting Kim Sunwoo Choose Me …..

Earlier Chapters found here.

Tag list; @ilovechanhee

“Really,” you scoff at the gift Kevin tossed to you as Sunwoo kisses into your collar bone. “Well you two are an item, so what you got to lose,” Kevin smirked. Your face scrunched up in your friends view at the even more revealing dress in your gasp. “Can you not remember all the drama I had from the last dress you made me wear,” you growled. Your stomach holding on to the fact you wouldn’t have had to go to hell and back and take two innocent guys along for the ride if your hadn’t worn the last birthday gift of Kevin’s. “It was worth it as it led you to that crank ass. Still expecting you to take him home with you though, his room is worth more to me now,” he chuckles as he leaves you two to the silence as you throw the dress into the bag it came in.

“Stop fretting I think your look delicious in it,” Sunwoo said bunching kisses up your neck. “However, not to say I won’t give them a good show when I fuck you wearing this,” he growls in your ear that has your thighs tighten. “Stop,” you chuckle, as he laughs deeply in your ear. “What,” he smirks at you his eyes kidnapping your soul once more. “You know full well what your doing,” you whine as he smirks before pressing his lips against yours. His teeth gripping the soft skin of your lips as he enjoys every second of your kiss.

His hands pull you on to his lap to straddle him, you can feel his hardened member between you as you rock against him. Hands gripping around your shoulder pulling you in, his kisses being more deeper & passionate. “Baby I want you to fuck my thighs,” Sunwoo says panting from your kiss. “Huh,” you question before remembering the comment you made about him the night before. The way your arousal increased watching him tense his thigh muscles after returning home from the gym. “I want to feel your cum coat my thighs,” he adds with wispy breaths that had your core clench. He lifts you off him to lock the door, walking his naked ass back to the bed to sit at the edge. Tugging your pants to the floor, he taps his thighs to encourage you to join him as you obey, pressing your core to the warm hard muscled skin beneath. “Rub against me then,” he chuckles as you smile at him awkwardly. “Look I’ll help you baby,” he laughs as his hands roughly grab your ass. He helps you to drag your core against the thighs that have tightened against you. The drags of your body over him feel new and delicious that makes you wonder why you never tried this before. Your high being chased as you find your rhythm. Sunwoo biting his lip in your view helping you to chase your high with ease. “You look so good fucking my thighs baby,” he coo’s as you let moans slip. “Fuck Sunwoo, this is good,” you cry as he clenched his muscles that bounce off your sensitive bud. “My Suchan,” he growls in your ears as your pushed into your orgasm, shaking around his thigh as your juices dampen his skin.

He wastes no time flipping you onto all fours for his own release letting Kevin know who was fucking you good with the mantra of your name.

You emerged from Sunwoo’s room, the room looking at you having sorted the fucked up mess Sunwoo left you back to perfectly kept. Eyes widening in your view as Kevin wolf whistles in your direction earnt a scowl from Sunwoo. He walks towards you and presses his lips in a tender kiss leaving you breathless as he smirks in to the room having made his claim. “Ok, ok maybe a little too revealing,” Sunwoo whispers as you raise a knowing look his way.

Before you can talk to Changmin who made his way in your direction, your eye is taken to the door, two familiar body’s entering the crowded room. “What the fuck they doing here,” Sunwoo growls. “Firstly it’s my party, secondly being friends with Suchan meant me becoming good friends with Donghun and lastly, Heechan as you know deep down is not too bad,” Kevin scoffs in Sunwoo’s direction as you wave at your former lovers. “It’s ok babe, you know we’re just friends now, it’s you I love,” you said pressing a kiss to him to reassure him. “Plus Donghun is still my best friend,” you added smiling. “Can I burn this dress first,” Sunwoo pouts with his plump lips on display that you can’t help but to bite playfully. “Come on let’s greet them,” you say pulling you towards your friends.

“Ok so who dressed you like a hooker,” Donghun teased. “That would be me, it’s kinda a birthday tradition,” Kevin chuckled. “Is it fuck, it’s a let Suchan be a class clown for your entertainment,” you growl in Kevin’s direction. “Well I think it doesn’t make you look like a clown or a hooker,” Heechan compliments as Sunwoo eyes narrow towards his friend. “Well I brought the drinks, when we getting smashed,” Heechan says to Kevin ignoring Sunwoo’s icy glare.

As the night continued with giggles, laughter, dancing and several shots you realised Sunwoo who hadn’t left your side all night disappeared. After searching for him you found him on the balcony in deep conversation with Cae. “He needs to talk,” She chuckled leaving you to your sulky boyfriend.

“Why does this feel like deja vu,” you chuckle into the quietness. “Even that awkward silence,” you add worried when Sunwoo doesn’t laugh with you. “Sunwoo what is it,” you almost cry worried what he could say. “It’s nothing to worry about baby I promise,” he says realising your worried expression.

“Just there’s something I wanted to say that’s all,” he said pulling you closer to him.

“I love you so very much, I regret every second that I didn’t ask to be with you sooner, instead of running like a scared child.” Before you could reply he pressed his finger to your lips, “don’t, don’t interrupt, I’ll lose myself and what I need to say,” he added anxiously.

“I know if I acted sooner your friendship with Donghun wouldn’t have been so fraught and mine with Heechan. But maybe that needed to happen for me to realise how special you was, to prove to Jacob of all people that this, us wouldn’t break us,” he paused taking a deep breath. “Those weeks without you felt like hell. When I heard you wanted to choose I swore that I would never lose you if you chose me. That I would give you everything you wanted, the world, your dreams, be your supporter, your defender, your everything. It’s why,” he paused to slip to his knee as your eyes widened, your heart thundering in your chest.

“It’s why I want to marry you, make you my wife, us two forever,” he asks holding a Opal & Diamond clustered ring to you. “Don’t be a dick and just say yes,” you hear from the gap in the balcony door from who your sure was Heechan. “Yes Kim Sunwoo of course I’ll marry you,” you said tears falling from your eyes with pure happiness. You watched with shakey hands as Sunwoo placed the ring of both your gemstones on your finger, while you heard the cheers and celebration in the party.

Hearing the door completely shut, Sunwoo pressed his lips to yours, deep and passionate as always, cherishing every second. “My Sexy Fiancée,” he tests on his tongue once you broken from his kiss as you smirk at him. “My forever husband,” you tested further, earning his teeth filled grin. “That’s quite hot to hear,” he said pulling you into him, his member brushing against your clothed core. “What Husband,” you tease as he growled. “Remember your wearing some very skimpy clothing, it be so easy to bend you back over this railing and fuck you,” he threatens. “Kim Sunwoo my sexy adorable future Husband,” you say slowly challenging him. “Oh your fucked now,” he says swatting your ass before twisting you to lean against the railing.

His fingers hastily rush to brush your pants to the side, his fingers rubbing your folds impatiently. “Good your wet just enough, because I want your pussy holding my dick my future darling wife,” he growls as his fingers dip into your core a couple times.

You hear the sound of his zip as he releases his cock brushing it up and down your ass cheeks, before letting it toy with your folds. His hands wrapping around your clothed breasts as he slams his cock into your pussy. “Fuck Sunwoo,” you cry, “No say husband,” he orders as he starts his impatient rhythm against you. “Let them all know that your mine, that your my wife,” he whispers in your ear as his pace speeds. Your walls clench around his member as he fucks you, the streets below being open to the witness of your seedy act. But you also know at the very least Hyunjae is eaves dropping on your seedy activity. “Baby I’m going to cum,” he whines as your walls clench around him. “But I want you to cum with me,” he pleads as he bounces his cock deep into you as it hits your sweet spot deliciously. You push your ass back into him letting his member hit deeper against your cervix. “Fuck,” you cry, “Sunwoo,” you whine. “I know baby let’s go, let’s go together,” he says lacing one of his hands with yours that left the railing. You cry each other’s names as you push each other off the edge of your orgasm. Whimpers of names following as you slowly come down. His cum sliding down your thighs just as Hyunjae and Youngjae enters the view of you fucked up and bent over the railing, with Sunwoo still embedded in you. “Hey what have I said if your going to let us view this shit let us watch from the start,” Hyunjae groans with disappointment.

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#kpopidol #fiction #kpop smut #the boyz smut #kim sunwoo smut #lee donghun #Yang heechan #moon Kevin #son Youngjae #lee hyunjae #ji changmin

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