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chososdiscordkitten · 3 months

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Suguru Geto In Bed.

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader Content: No plot- just porn, just so very nasty, oral (f & m), EDGING (f), dirty talk, BRIEF BUTT STUFF (f), praise, CUM EATING & CUM PLAY, a sprinkle of DUBCON if you squint really really hard, MOUTH FUCKING, use of baby, good girl nd mama used ONCE, he's so mean, refers to r! c**nt as 'she', ROUGH SEX, cream pie, a whisp of sadism, no aftercare Word Count: 2.8k

(a.n) im out here in miammiiii lookin for the hoochieeee daddieeeesss

MDNI

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One of the filthiest men on the roster. I like to think that's a universal thought in the fandom.

The kind of man who'd greedily shove his tongue between your lips after you sucked him off. Being able to taste himself in your mouth, “You don't have to Suguru-” you'd whisper between kisses as his hands gripped onto the swell of your bottom. Pulling away from you with a string of spit connecting your bottom lip to his. With a small hum he smiled, “I want to-” pressing a kiss to the side of your lips, raising himself onto his forearms, placing a light open mouthed kiss to your neck as soft moans graced his ears in reward.

Pulling himself up as he tied his hair back into a small bun- the sight making your cunt throb, knowing that meant he was about to devour you entirely. Pressing his lips back to your collarbones, kissing down your swelled chest as he peppered wet kisses down your skin.

Looking up at you as he pressed a wet kiss to your sternum, roaming fingers grazing your soaked panties. A cheeky grin on his lips as you let out a stifled whine, Suguru’s broad shoulders urging your knees to spread. Welcoming him with rolling your hips against his teasing fingertips, keeping your knees wide enough for him to shift further down your core.

One of his favorite things to do was get you all riled up, making sure to keep your panties on to overstimulate you through the soaked patch. And when he believed his fingers did a good enough job, he’d lick a long strip from the clothed source of your wetness, up to the little mound he was grazing with his fingers, tasting you against the wet cotton.

To make sure you kept your hands to yourself, he’d hold your wrists in his hands, planted right next to your hips as you tried to find relief in the gentle licks.

One thing Suguru knew how to do best was get you sensitive enough to the point one small touch would make you come undone. It was one of his favorite activities. True, if you disliked it you'd tell him to stop- and he would without hesitation. But the thrill of being driven to the edge of climax, only for him to take it away. Over and over again, it made everything more exciting. Especially when he finally let you cum. Geto always made sure you put on a light show for him.

Looking up at you when he finally latched his lips around your bare clit, your nails clawing into the tops of his veiny hands. Long curling fingers against your gspot as his lips sucked harshly at your overworked clit making your back arch and your head to thrawl back into the pillows. ‘Fu-ck-’ fell from your lips in a choked whine. A string of moans trying to warn him you were cumming made his eyes go wide with excitement, his tongue unmoving as he felt your clit twitch against his tongue, pulling away from you as the waves of the prolonged orgasm crashed through you.

“There you go baby-” he muttered, a wisp of air brushing against your damp clit, watching in amusement as your cunt squelched around his fingers. Ears ringing as your head eased back into the pillows. His slowing fingers making sure to help you come down from the well earned reward. “I got you.” he hummed against your skin, pressing light kisses to your shivering thighs. Suguru always made sure to talk you through the white hot orgasm he’d pull from you, that's just how ‘nice’ he was.

Now I know I can't be the only one who is an avid believer in Geto being an ass man. I like to think he would do anything to you, even if it seemed 'too nasty' ; in your words. To him, anything tastes better than the filth he was forced to swallow on a day to day basis.

You're gonna try and tell me he wouldn't be fucking nasty in bed?

I just know he'd beg- beg. To let him eat you out from the back, just to have your ass in the air- entirely invading his vision as he filled his greedy hands full of what he liked best.

And you being too nice to him. You'd say yes, “No funny stuff.” you warned, knowing he had a peculiar obsession with your ass. Biting into the plump skin whenever he had an opportunity, gripping one of your ass cheeks harshly while you rode him.

Digging his fingertips onto the surface of your ass while he fucked you in doggy- mesmerized by the water like movement. And always- always held his hand on your ass while being out- all but shouting from the rooftops that you were his. And only his.

Geto had never been harder in his life till he held your hips off of the bed- your cunt infiltrating his pointed nose as he lapped at your clit. Your face churned with overstimulating pleasure as his cock made a mess in his briefs. Grunting almost painfully as he felt you squirm in his grip, hearing your whimpers and moans of his name fall from your lips as he overworked the little mound above your cunt.

The hair tie tangled in his hair slipping little by little as he greedily slurped on your puffy bud. That promise of ‘no funny stuff’ slipped his mind as he sloppily kissed from your clit to your entrance, dipping his tongue directly into the source of the mess that adorned his chin. His reward being the adorable whines your lips spilled.

Tongue fucking you as your muffled moans went ignored by his ears- focusing his hazy vision on the sight of your cunt, nose threatening to dig into the overlooked hole.

Sugurus mind trailing to doing what he wished for too long- pulling his lips from your entrance, kissing up the small space between your cunt and the puckered hole that had been calling his attention since he first parted your thighs.

“Suguru!” you gasped, reaching your hand to his large forearm that held you in place, writhing in his strong arms as his tongue lapped at the unexplored territory. “Wait-” you huffed with a whine, feeling his other hand roam up your thighs and press two fingers into your cunts' entrance in hopes to distract you from objecting. Moaning into the pillows as he kept you still.

He would 100% eat your ass till he got pink eye, tell me I'm wrong.

Overall definitely the giving type, only if that ‘giving’ had a handful of rules and you have to behave for him to give. But he will carefully push your unspoken boundaries, after all that's what safe words were for. Only because he likes seeing your face decorated with surprisement and white hot pleasure you had never felt before you had him.

When it came to pleasing him, he always watched you with soft eyes. Examining you closely, watching your eyelashes clump together with salty tears as your throat contracted around his cockhead.

Breathless huffs from his lips were all he offered as you swirled around his tip. I see him as the type to not be able to cum as easily as the others from receiving head, it seemed like a plenty fine appetizer to get his cock fully erect to Suguru. But never did he see it as a means to an end.

The whole ‘I'll give you head so you'll feel better’ thing never worked on Suguru, of course he derived pleasure from your gentle tongue, but he would find himself frustrated as he watched you. Oftentimes a blow job would end in his hands clutched against your ears as he fucked into your throat roughly.

But Geto is no monster, he was ‘kind’ enough to help train your throat to take him and his rough tendencies. Definitely a head pusher at the beginning, blaming you for trying to be so gentle with him. When all he wanted was the opposite.

The first time throat fucking was brought up with Suguru, he kinda thought of it as like- no big deal. But when he watched you choke on his fingers as he shoved them further down your throat, seeing your eyes water and your bottom lip shiver against his long digits, it made something in him snap.

Geto let you set your own pace- at first. Seeing you delicately bob your head up and down, flashing a few expectant looks up at him as you tongued his cockhead. Only for his smug face to be adorned with a sweet smile- watching you in amusement.

But his hard work paid off. When he was finally able to use your throat as his own personal cocksleeve? This man was over the moon. His endearing eyes looking at you; politely sitting between his knees, pumping his cock as he awaited for your lips to part. Closing your eyes and opening your mouth with your tongue covering your lower teeth. A chuckle from his lungs in adoration as he placed his flushed tip on your tongue. “Good girl.” he'd mutter through clenched teeth, grabbing onto the back of your head and pushing you down onto his cock.

And as we established earlier- he’d practically demand a “Don’t swallow.” as he nibbled on his bottom lip, pulling you up to him by your neck gently before he pressed his lips to yours. Coaxing your lips to part with his tongue as his own seed spilled into his mouth. Guiding your hips to hover above his cock. Groaning as he felt the warmth mix with the leftover sap he slurped from your cunt. Making sure to kiss you as filthy as possible. A disgusting cocktail of your messes mixing in each other's mouths. Unashamed as he assisted you with swallowing the mess. Easing you down onto his cock as the mix of his seed and your spit trickled down his throat.

Spit? Not even a question. One of his favorite things about fucking was when saliva was always swapped back and forth. Completely unbothered by the filth.

His favorite position? All of em. But he has a special place in his heart for doggy, but not in the ‘on all fours’ doggy? The kind where your face is pressed into the pillows harshly, and his strong hands hold up your hips to force your back into a disgustingly mean arch.

The thing with Suguru, is he feigns being nice. He’d wear that sweet smile on his lips as he guided you to lay on your tummy. But his rough hands yanking your hips from the mattress, using no pillow to help keep your hips up, and his harsh grip on your sides? That was all you needed to see to know that sweetness was a farce.

Keeping his nose upwards as he looked down at you, cock twitching as it awaited the warmth your cunt always welcomed him with.

In attempts to keep up that false act of kindness, he’d start slow. Pushing his painful erection into your heat, his tip oozing against your own mess. Your knees trembling as you bit into the pillows, hands fisting the sheets- “You wan’me inside baby?” Geto smiled with a crooning tone, being able to feel your cunt throb against his cockhead. Muffled moans were all he heard from you as he kept his tip at your entrance. Trailing one of his hands from your hip to your belly, “Wanna feel me right here mama?” he held his hand flat against your tummy as he eased his tip into you.

The words he tried to say caught in his chest, hearing anguished whines leave your lips, directed into the pillows as he got off on the filth he’d spout.

Humming with a smile, “S-she’s suckin’ me in baby-” Suguru huffed in amusement. Earning one of your hands to slap against the one on your hip weakly, attempting to tell him to be quiet. “S-shut up Sugu-” you managed, placing the side of your face onto the pillows, and as a ‘reward’ for being impolite- he cruelly thrusted his cock into you. Rough and at the speed of light, a yelp from your throat making his lips curl into a sadistic smile.

Geto’s hips went unmoved as he granted you the ‘kindness’ of getting used to the curve of his cock. Leaning over you as he felt your walls pulse around him, opening his mouth and pressing a sloppy kiss to your spine. Earning your shoulders to shudder from the feeling, “f-fuck-” he gasped against your skin, trailing the tip of his tongue up your shoulder blades, “So tight-” he mumbled to himself, holding his hand on your belly as he hunched over you.

Heavily breathing against your ear as you felt his hips apply pressure to the back of your thighs, in some desperate attempt to burrow himself deeper in your cunt.

With an unseen grin on Sugurus lips- “You f-feel me right here?” he stuttered against the shell of your ear with a hot exhale, pressing his hand onto your tummy- guessing where his cock would be and applying a bit of pressure.

Earning you to huff a breathless groan. “Hm? Right here?” He teased into your ear, unable to feel his cock through your skin- but he knew he was more than deep enough.

Pressing his lips to the cartilage as he nibbled on the skin. You inhaled all the air you could, trying to form the words, “yours-so-” you stuttered, face pressed into the pillows making you to slur the words. “I'm so..?” he teased, “so fuckin' n-nasty-” you managed, causing him to pull away from your ear with a gratified smile.

It wasn't his words that made your ears tingle with embarrassment, it was the tone he took- enjoying the way he flustered you with a few words, as though he derived more pleasure from demeaning you than he did from actually fucking you.

“I like when you talk to me like that-” he gruffed through clenched teeth, slowly dragging his hips from yours. Keeping his throbbing cockhead inside, hearing your breathing quicken as his hands held your hips taut and in place.

A harsh plap rung through the room, Suguru snapped his hips to yours- and before you had any time to process the sudden jab, he pulled out and rammed into your cunt again. Nose crinkling at the harsh jabs his hips refused to halt.

Over and over again, the tip of his cock bullied your gspot as it curved into you.

Looking down to his fat cock connecting with your cunt, mouth going slack jawed as he bulldozed his hips harshly into you. Admiring the white ring forming at his base, Geto’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head as his mind ignored your slurred babbles.

Various moans starting as curses, only to form pleasure filled whines were forced from your throat as he drilled mercilessly into you.

Instead his mind focused on the thunderous plaps of his hips snapping against the back of your thighs, along with the filthy squelches coming from the sight his eyes were glued to.

Gripping his hands so tight on your hips- you knew he'd leave bruises. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucked you into your orgasm, not being able to remember which one you were on, cunt fluttering around him violently, Suguru grunted as your walls subconsciously clenched around his quick moving shaft.

“So fuckin’ tight-” Geto seethed through gritted teeth, the pillows silencing your cries and whimpers as he abused your poor cunt, his head fell back as he thrusted firmly, hips starting to falter their steady pace as he felt his boiling orgasm pool in his tummy.

“Cumming-” he moaned with a shameless grin, “M’cumming-” he bit his bottom lip, allowing the pooled orgasm to spurt out of him, coating your walls as you fisted the sheets- knuckles turning white from how hard you clenched them in your hands.

Hunching over you as he thrusted lazily in and out of your cunt. Putting his full weight on you, fucking his seed further into you with vigorous hips that spasmed with every pump of cum you milked from his tip.

With every sloppy patternless thrust, his cum trickled down your thighs- mixing with your own arousal on your skin.

The ‘doggy’ position churned into a lazy version of prone bone. Pressing his damp forehead to your shoulder as he rode himself down from the skyscraper high your cunt threw him from.

And after he'd get his fill of drilling into you- he would ease his grip from your hips and he guid your body to lay down. Eyes hazy as he eased you down from the cock drunk state he fucked you into.

Heavily panting against your skin as Geto held his softening cock inside of you, it wasn't even hesitation, more like refusal to pull his soft cock from your warmth. Pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “So good f’me.” he murmured, trailing kisses onto your shoulder. Placing a soft hand onto your hip as he rolled onto his side, taking you with him as he spooned you. Soft cock still engulfed by your warmth as he hummed against your skin with a cheeky smile. Completely melting into his touch.

This was sososo nasty, I surprised myself actually.

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kentosovertime · 1 month

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𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥; (n.) someone who only pretends to smile

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𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕩

Satoru had told you one night over pizza about his roommate who was never home, the conversation leading there when you asked what he used the master bedroom for, since he was in the smaller guest room.

Satoru eventually confided in you that this roommate and him had known each other since high school and had dated up until about 4 months ago. He referred to it as “ancient history” and shot you a flirty little smile, covering up the pain he was still feeling to this day.

You had taken his statements at face value. He hadn’t shown you anything in the last few months of knowing him that he felt any differently. If anything, he seemed happy to have his pick of the women around campus.

It was why you hadn’t felt guilty about going out with Geto, but seeing Satoru’s reaction to walking in on you had put this all into a new perspective for you. That perspective however wasn’t taking into account how Geto had wormed his way into your heart so easily. You liked him… like really really liked him.

He was so easy to be around, so easy to talk to and laugh with. You hadn’t felt an instant connection with someone since Satoru, even if he hadn’t been interested in you like you were him. You like to think that things happen for a reason and Satoru not liking you in a romantic capacity left room in your life for this blessing.

A blessing that was currently rolling your groggy body onto its back as you blink away the remnants of sleep. You feel the blankets pull down your body as Geto leaves sloppy, sleepy kisses down your stomach until he comes in contact with your unclothed pussy.

You squirm in your half asleep state, trying to close your legs as the draft of air skims across your center. You feel hands travel from where they were hooked around your waist to slide around the back of your thighs to push your legs open.

“Sugu’?” You try to blink away the sleep, but your head lulls, your eyes struggling to remain open. “What are you doin’?”

“Baby you’ve been sleeping over for weeks…” His voice is still rough, as if he immediately woke up needing you and took what he wanted. “You’d think you’d expect this by now.”

A loud whimper is pulled from your throat as his tongue flattens against your folds, lapping deeply until he can shove his tongue inside of you and rub teasing circles into your clit with his nose.

“P-please s-slow down-” You bite down harshly on your lip, successfully keeping a moan from escaping. You can hear the shuffling in his apartment outside his door, signaling that Satoru was up and getting ready for the day. The distinct sound of cereal pouring into a porcelain bowl, followed by enthusiastic clinking of the spoon.

“What was that?” He grins mischievously, lifting his head just slightly to meet your eyes as he spats loudly onto your folds, using the tip of his tongue to tease your clit. “Go harder?”

“Shit-!” You yelp, your head falling back when he used the distraction to position himself to shove three fingers into you with ease. “Sugu’ y-you’re being r-rude. C-can’t we do this when he leaves?”

“And have him miss all this fun?” He grin wildly as your breath stutters, hitching when he finds your favorite let spot for him to abuse with his digits. He can tell it's rapidly pushing you to the edge. He coos up at your in a condescending manner. “But what if he likes it, baby girl? Gonna deny him hearing these sweet noises?”

Having Geto fuel the fantasy of Satoru finally wanting to see you as you cum has you flushing with shame as you fall over the edge, your body spasming uncontrollably as you whine out for your precious Sugu’.

“You nasty little, whore.” He chuckles, quickly kneeling between your legs as he gathers you cum with his length, slickening himself with the hard work he put into your cunt, using it to drive your crazy, making you shriek at the overstimulation as the tip of his cock rubs into your clit. “Did I end up with a little exhibitionist?”

“M’not, Sugu.” You suck down harsh, gasping breaths, your hips bucking against his cock as you feel your face flush. You need him to stop teasing you like this, its driving you crazy.

“So you wouldn’t like it if I brought you out there to bend you over the kitchen counter?” He asks as he suddenly shoves his cock into your vice grip, bottoming out immediately with a harsh hiss as he continues to degrade you. “Let him see how easily you turn into a drooling mess when you finally get cock?”

The long, heavy strokes of his thrusts jolt you towards the headboard with each movement, your tits rippling with each wet slap of his hips against yours. Your hands burrow in the pillows below your head, your white knuckles attempting to ground you through his onslaught.

“And fuck you get so fucking messy and let me do whatever I want to you, don’t you?” He’s moaning loudly with you, loving how the noises mix together and bounce off the walls. He almost loses it and fills your abused center with cum and he feels your clamp down on him with each passing degradation. “I just want your cunt dripping all over the kitchen floor.”

His head tips back as his eyes roll, he bites his lips with enough force to break skin as he holds back, riding the euphoric high of denying himself his finish in the attempt to make all of this last longer. He wants to keep hearing you sob out in denial of everything he knows will have you tremoring in seconds if you let him have his way.

“S-su- ah!” You yelp when you reach a hand between the two of you, wanting to add just the faintest hint of extra stimulation to fall over the edge, knowing from the amount of times he’s fucked you that he’ll keep denying you your orgasm, when he smacks your hand away and presses your hand to your lower stomach instead. “Please! I wanna cum, baby-”

“Just admit it to me then, sweetheart.” He grunts through gritted teeth, hitting the end of his capacity to stop himself from finishing. “Tell me that the thought of me owning you in front of him makes your cunt throb.”

“I-It- it does.” You whine and dig your nails into his shoulders, drawing blood with how tight you’re gripping. “W-would let you do whatever you- oh my g-god!”

He grips your chin in a harsh movement, smashing his mouth into yours to swallow the screams streaming from your mouth as everything inside of you snaps and pulls him deeper, you legs winding around his hips to lock your ankles around him in a wordless plea to empty himself inside of you despite the lack of protection.

Geto moans into your mouth, slowing the kiss and smiling against your lips as you shiver with little aftershocks. “Good fucking girl.”

Little do you know what scene you’d witness if you walked into the kitchen while Geto worked your cunt into a blinding high only to have you screaming as his cock forced its way into your spasming core.

Satoru whimpered hearing your sweet, desperate noises for the second time in less than 24 hours. The first instance being when he came home from a late night group project only to hear Geto’s headboard banging rapidly against the wall, the dull thumping reaching him even in his room with his headphones on, the vibrations shaking the floor.

The frustration has him taking his aching cock out of his pants right in the middle of the kitchen. He leans one hand to steady himself on the counter while he bites the hem of his shirt between his teeth both to muffle his needy sounds, but also to make it easier to run his fist along his length.

His mind was overrun with the visions of all the things he wanted to do to you, even all the things he wanted to see Geto do. He was ashamed that the vision of the two of you tangled on the couch together had not only fueled his jealousy, but also made his fantasies run rampant.

He manages to grab a hand towel before his eyes cross and he sees stars, shooting his cum into the fabric that was a poor imitation of your slick, wet heat.

As he cleans up and hears the sound of your muffled sobs of Geto’s name as you cum, something solidifies for him. Shoko had mentioned that you had confided something in her that was bugging you out of your arrangement.

Even with Shoko swearing to you that she would keep it a secret, she was concerned enough to entrust it with him.

It had been weeks since you met and started seeing each other, you were practically living here, not that he minded seeing his best friend more, but Geto still hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend. What was stopping him? Or was he just using your body for an easy outlet and planned on hurting you when he got tired of the arrangement?

Either way, Satoru decides that if Geto was going to drop the ball with locking you down, he’d step in and throw a wrench in that plan. After all, he’s always been selfish.

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ebonyslasher · 9 months

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Spicy Alphabet: Brahms Heelshire

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

He's either cuddling you or playing with you some more to go for another round. As far as cleaning up, you'll be the only one cleaning. He's content with laying in those juices.

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

His legs are quite nice for someone who's been in the walls. They are toned and hairy, which makes him feel more like a man.

Your genitals are his favorite. It's the site of pleasure that he can't get enough of. Your private parts were beautiful and his favorite to touch.

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

Anywhere. Brahms will cum anywhere on you. He likes feeling cum on himself. He shoots a mean load too. It's pretty astounding.

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

Considering his whole existence was a dirty secret, he has plenty.

He builds a makeshift sex doll of every nanny that works for his family. Stealing hair, clothes, art supplies, etc to get the doll as close to them as possible.

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

Not experienced at all. Although he is an avid masturbator and will read any topic he can on sex. Brahms will learn pretty quickly and will surprise you with tricks he's always wanted to try.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This

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

Brahms is neutral. Being goofy is not on his mind when he's in horny mode. However, he can be childish. So weird noises and sex lines will make him giggle.

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

Unkempt unless you trim it for him

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

Moderately romantic. Sometimes it's verbal and/or physical. He's vocal about how attractive you are.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

There was one year where he jacked off daily. He wants to beat that record.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Let's see…voyeurism, mommy/daddy little guy, diapers, roleplay, cock milking, ruined orgasm, and much more.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere through the wall. He loves gloryholes

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

If you wear any sexy maid outfits while cleaning or taking care of him. Flashing him randomly. Vulgar dirty talking.

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

He doesn't like to be bound, so no rigging. No candles/anything that would require fire. He also doesn't want to be humiliated about anything he's into.

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

40% giver and 60% receiver. His skill could use some work. He'll only do oral on you for a few minutes, then he's ready to do something else.

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

Fucks like a rabbit. He will calm down over time, but he will still be fast-paced

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

Loves quickies. He especially likes to make a teasing game out of it. Doing regular activities with random sprinkles of quickies. Getting into action in one position for a few minutes, stopping, wandering off elsewhere, and then more action again. It gives him an explosive finish.

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

Yes, whatever either of you wants to try. He's very insistent on trying out crazy fetishes. Brahms won't care if you're uncomfortable.

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

How many rounds he can go in one session is 3. Spaced out through the day: 5. He lasts around 20 minutes for each one

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

He makes his own sex toys. He'd also very much appreciate if you buy him toys. He'll use them often.

He would like to use sex toys on you or just watch you use them on yourself. Preferably if you weren't intending on him to watch.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Brahms is more unfair to himself since he has a habit of trying to give himself blue balls before giving in. In turn, it teases you as well - although that isn't his intention.

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

Loud 📢! Not afraid to moan and talk to you. Brahms begs a lot with a low, whiny tone. He sounds desperate the whole time.

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

He told you that he wanted to get you pregnant so you could breastfeed him. You looked at him with various degrees of crazy, depending on how possible that idea could even be.

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

A solid 6. He's uncut. The skin on his penis is slightly more tan than the rest of his body. his girth is on the skinnier side

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

Go get a telescope 🔭 and look into space. That'll give you an idea of how high his sex drive is.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he has no intention of a multiple-round session, then he's taking a nap.

#brahms heelshire x reader #brahms x reader #slasher x reader #spicy alphabet #grown folks business #x black reader

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tally-kiza · 3 months

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Joker (2019) Smut Alphabet

A/N: Long overdue, by request, a smut alphabet specifically for Joker (+ Reader). He’s somewhat different from how Arthur used to be, but perhaps not as much as you may think. (I write this 10 months after my first smut alphabet for Arthur, so my interpretation for him has definitely changed. Apologies for any inconsistencies.)

Words: 3334

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm for R(isk) and T(oys).

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

Joker is frankly clueless about aftercare. He’s not doting after sex, but he’ll light a cigarette and clean himself off. Even for his first few times, he’ll never seem clingy or particularly cuddly afterwards, but you can tell he’s emotionally affected by the way he holds you to his chest. While he puffs away, he’ll reverently caress you, your arms, back, hair, anywhere he can. Kisses are pressed to the crown of your head. Sweet pillow talk is domestic, schmaltzy. Joker never thought he would have anything like it. Black moods turn white, heavy heart turns light. A genuine loving smile lights up his face; gone are all cruel smirks and strained grins.

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

Firstly, he has no favorite part of himself. Despite the grandiosity in which he views himself and the way he craves adulation, Joker still doesn’t like himself. He views his body with a neutrality thickly blanketed with disdain. If pressed on it, he does like his hair. Once chocolate brown, now forest green, he’s always taken good care of it.

On his partner, how can he choose? Naturally, Joker is drawn to your smile. But he's addicted to your body,the softness of your skin, the way you feel in his arms. Admittedly though... his eyes do linger on your legs every time you walk away. His hands automatically find them during sex. Your calves are caressed, thighs are gripped, legs wrapped around his hips as he pistons into you.

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

Thick and grey-ish white. Arthur has never tasted it, never even thought to try. Joker got the urge for it, just once. In the shower, after getting home from the hospital, still exhilarated from the new sense of freedom he felt with Penny dead. He spills in his hand, and licks his fingers clean before sprinkling water from the showerhead can rinse it away. The taste was foul and made him recoil. He’s never tried it since.

Joker loves seeing you covered in his cum though. Thrill runs through him when his cum paints your chest or face white, or when he watches his cum leak out of your hole and down your thighs after making love.

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

He’s stolen your underwear before. Remorse is unknown to him; if you discover it, he’ll only giggle and give you a teasing smile. It was easy, a quick swipe from your drawers when you were in the other room. When he’s all alone and you’re not around to pleasure him like he craves, Joker will touch himself to it. His left hand wraps around his cock, stroking and rubbing in a way so unlike your gentle touch. It makes him miss you all the more. While his right hand holds your underwear so tenderly. Thumb stroking the fabric, he pictures you wearing it. Wearing it for him. Thoughts of fucking you while you wear it fill his head, and his jerking fist becomes more frantic. When he finishes, he’s careful not to let his come get on it.

He keeps it stuffed in his suit pocket, treasured, bringing him selfish comfort.

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

Of course, Arthur is a virgin. He’s never even kissed anyone, before Dr. Sally. She was the one who taught him anything relevant he knew about sex. Before he became Joker, Arthur would sometimes watch her segments on Live! With Murray Franklin. Every time she was on, he was engrossed. No one else had ever talked about sex with such openness and professionality. It intrigued him, left him burning with questions and not enough answers. It wasn’t often that Arthur was able to listen to Dr. Sally’s radio show; it was on during the day and humiliation would swallow him up if Penny ever noticed what he was listening to. But while she napped on the odd day Arthur was home from work, he listened. He never took notes―it wasn’t like he had anyone to take notes for. But his burning curiosity compelled him.

She spoke of many things and though he listened, there was still so much Arthur didn’t understand.

Until you.

Everything he had heard Dr. Sally discuss, Joker remembered. Despite having no experience, he tried. He didn’t feel as much like a teenager fumbling around in the dark with you for the first time―eagerness spurred him, confidence filled him. Of course, as a virgin, he fumbles. Squeezes his lover’s breast too hard, forgets to pay attention to the clit, and of course, comes early. With every slip-up, his ego and bravado slip away. Just an adoring, hungry man left in its place.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything intimate will have a special place in his heart. Making love while spooning, missionary with his cock kissing your deepest places. He’s still a romantic deep down. But it’s also very common for Joker to werewolf and go wild. He’ll bend you over the back of the couch, pump into you pressed against a wall, fuck you on the kitchen countertops, the floor... the list goes on.

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

Definitely more serious. Before his revelation in identity, when he was only Arthur, on occasion he may have been a little playful during intimacy. A cute Carnival-esque joke would bring a smile to your face, making Arthur’s affections and tenderness soar. But as Joker of course, his tender heart falls away. During sex, he stares at you like he’s dissecting you, like he wants to eat you alive. He’ll smile but there’s nothing goofy about it. It’s ravenous. But rarely, he’ll whisper a naughty joke in your ear―Joker will always crave your grin and giggles.

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

Shaving or trimming his pubic hair is not a thought that has ever entered Arthur’s mind. His wiry patch of curls is thick and wild. ...And quite green. Dyeing his hair in the bathroom, a joyless grin pulled at him as he had massaged dye into his patch below.

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

He’s always been a romantic at heart. Nothing can change that. Joker may get a little rough, but he craves intimacy and tenderness, a smoldering romance like the ones from his favorite films. Perhaps you won’t find him lighting candles and spreading rose petals, but his romance shows in other ways. It’s in the way he presses you to his chest in a tender embrace. In the way he kisses you with his entire body. In the way his cruel mask falls away from your kisses to reveal the sad, lonely man underneath, waiting for love and care. Love he finds in your arms. The strength of how he cherishes you is evident in your every moment of making love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

With a lover, Joker would not masturbate very much at all. Without his medications diminishing his libido, he gets aroused more easily than he used to. But when arousal stirs in his groin, he doesn’t wait till he’s in the shower to stroke his girthy cock to completion, as he used to. He turns to you instead. The thought of his own hand wrapped around his member disinterests him; of your walls, tight and hot and wet, excites. He would strongly prefer to make love to you instead of masturbating. Of course, if you’re not around, he’ll have no choice. But he won’t hesitate to slip his left hand into his pants and palm his cock. Filthy fantasies quickly fill his mind. He has a hundred of them, and more. Lascivious thoughts of being worshiped by you and your tongue. Your mouth adoring his member, your gentle fingers revering his testicles, your lips whispering devotion into his ears. He finishes dreaming of the two of you coming together, with a smile on his face. Dissatisfaction sets in quickly, without you by his side to join his pleasure.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Naturally, he has a huge praise kink. Whether its gentle words whispered into his ears, telling him how well he’s fucking you, or desperate pleads to come spurring him on, or even just moaning his name, it feeds his soul as well as his arousal. Joker, Arthur, has been starved for affection his whole life. He craves any and all affection during intimacy, no matter how rough the pace is. It will bring him ever closer to the edge of finishing. And leave him curling around you tighter at the end of the night when it’s time for bed.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Joker is not as vanilla as he used to be. Arthur was most comfortable in the bedroom, though when passion inflamed, he would occasionally take you anywhere in the apartment. His desperation to be inside you was too great. But never in public would he make love to you. Joker is not much different. He’ll fuck you on any surface of your shared home, though his inhibitions for public sex are lowered. Bold caresses in a crowded subway car, risky intimate touches in plain view of security cameras at Arkham. But Joker will never fully make love to you in these public spots. Your body is a precious sight for his eyes, and his only.

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

Stroking his ego arouses him as much as stroking his cock. Paying personal attention to him, giving him sweet affection and compliments can easily make him hungry for more. Especially when you laugh at his jokes. It’s the highest compliment, the most tender praise. The melody of your laughter makes his heart flutter and may rouse his erection.

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

Anything to do with calling him daddy in bed. It’s 1981; that trend isn’t exactly a popular thing yet. It bewilders and of course, upsets him, because of his history.

Joker could never tolerate degradation or humiliation in the bedroom, either. More than anything, he hates rudeness, and this does not change with a partner. It would be taken as a betrayal, if anything. You’re Joker’s perfect person. He adores you. Being called something hurtful would instantly upset him and send him right back to feeling like Arthur again: small and weak, laughing uncomfortably through internal agony. He would lash out, and it won’t be the easiest to reconcile with him.

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

Joker is addicted to the sensation of your lips wrapped around his cock. It makes him feel powerful, worshiped, in control for once. He stares down at you while he holds your head and guides you deeper on his length. When his expression isn’t stony, his smile is intoxicated, eyes red with emotion. There’s no greater thrill for him.

Performing oral on his partner makes him almost as drunk on power and control. Joker is very much a novice, of course. The first few times he tries to eat you out, he can’t make you finish. It confuses him and makes him feel inadequate. As a result, he avoids it for a time. He’s a little pouty when you try to guide him and show him exactly how you like him to lick you. But quickly, Joker discovers how responsive you can truly be. Your moans, whimpers, and whines become the sweet music that lives in his soul. And knowing that only he can make you feel like this, only he can taste you this way feeds his ego in the best way.

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

Joker is just as likely to rut into you, with quick snapping hips, as he is to lay you down in bed and make love to you with his entire body. Perhaps sensual lovemaking even moreso. At heart, he’s still just Arthur. All he’s ever yearned for is his one and only, his soulmate. He may be Joker but he would still love you tenderly. His favorite intimate nights with you are the romantic ones, the ones that start with a moonlit date before you retire to the bedroom. Clothes are removed leisurely, hands pleasure each other, moans sighed into each others’ mouths as he finishes inside you.

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

Oh, he is not averse to a 5-minute thrill. When he’s in a rush, it excites him. Though he cherishes the intimacy of a romantic night of making love, Joker has the sharpest gleam in his green eyes when he’s in the mood for a quickie. He eyes you like you’re his last meal. He’ll pull his cock just out of his trousers, push aside your underwear, and fuck into you until you’re feeling sore and used. He cums quickly every time, buzzing from the dirtiness of a quickie, before getting on his knees to finish you with his tongue or sturdy fingers. Afterwards, Joker waltzes away with a spring in his step and the naughtiest smile, every time.

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

Assuming risk here means doing inherently dangerous sexual acts, along the lines of asphyxiation or playing with weapons, then... Yes and no. When he takes risks, it is when he’s alone and trying to just get off. When he’s in the right (rather, wrong) mindset, hurting himself brings sexual gratification. But he would never do anything risky, painful, or dangerous with you. The thought of accidentally hurting you is one that he suppresses deeply; if he did something to hurt the only good thing in the world, the only good thing to ever happen to him, he would... well. You can use your imagination. :(

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

He’s not a young man anymore! He may be Joker, and his lack of medications may increase his libido, but he can’t come multiple times. His refractory period lasts at least a couple hours, if not a day.

Many times, Joker may come prematurely and end your intimacy early with his sour or blue mood. You’re his first, so the first few times, he did come before you. (It’s a sore point for him, his novice. Dr. Sally’s radio show can only help so much.) But once he becomes more experienced with you, it’s easier to maintain his stamina. When he gets too close, his fingers will work your most pleasurable spots to make you come before he spills inside you.

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

None by any traditional measures. But Joker’s .38 pistol is a prop that excites him. Never fully unloaded, its inherent danger never fails to make his cock harden. He’ll press the barrel against his skin and run it over his body, achingly slowly. Dragging a trail from his temple, down his neck, over his hollow stomach. By the time it's rubbing along his cock, Joker is fully erect. And craving more. He will ache to shoot it into some harmless space in the room, solely for the heat that would emanate from it. The heat had warmed his perpetually cold hands when he had killed those men on the subway, though he didn’t notice until later. That warmth pressed against his most sensitive place would thrill him. Joker craves it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He stumbles into teasing unintentionally. Trying to prolong your encounter, he’ll hold off on making you come. His fingers slipping away from your clit when you get loud and fervent, jittering hips slowing down to restrained grinding when he himself can’t hold back. Joker doesn’t realize the effect it has on you. At first. The mischievous smile on his face when he realizes you like being teased could excite stone.

Quickly, he starts experimenting. He sees how far he can push you, the kind of noises you’ll make if he keeps you from coming once, twice, thrice. If he whispers taunts or sinful things in your ears until you whine. If he ignores your begging for his touch until he himself breaks and makes love to you for an hour. It makes him feel powerful, holding your orgasm entirely in his control. He feeds on it, and it compels him to do it more. Whether the electricity inside him is from his own arousal or lovingly torturing you, who knows.

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

Having spent his entire life living with his mother, in an apartment with paper-thin walls, he learned early on how to keep quiet. As Joker, he’s still innately quiet during sex. But when he gets close, or particularly passionate, he’ll lose control. Heavy breathing becomes impassioned moans; grunts become gasps in pleasure; growls are huffed into your neck as he presses himself as close against you as he physically can.

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

Maybe not a sexy headcanon, but being too affectionate with Arthur, sexually or just romantically, will frustrate him and could send him into a black mood. Not because of your love―he craves it―but because he doesn’t understand. This is something that transcends either of his identities.

He doesn’t understand what you see in a fuck-up like him.

He doesn’t understand why you seem to love him so much.

He doesn’t understand why he couldn’t have met you before his life went completely to shit.

He doesn’t understand why he just can’t fucking appreciate the only good thing to ever happen to him.

It confuses him. These feelings might come out in a fight, or through gritted teeth during pillow talk after a heated encounter. It’s times like these he wishes he still had a therapist. Joker never wants your sweet love to change; it’s just difficult navigating these new feelings.

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

With handsome veins running along it, and a gentle curve upwards, Joker’s cock is only slightly longer than average. Mournfully, he has no foreskin; consequently sensation is dulled along his frenulum. His pleasant girth stretches your walls. Testes sag slightly, loose sensitive skin stretching from the base of his cock. His left is larger than his right.

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

Sans medications, Joker can never keep his hands off you. When his mood is high, he’ll push you against the nearest hard surface for a passionate fuck as often as you’re willing. But when his manic bursts pass and he’s struggling with black moods again, his sex drive takes a nosedive. Though he doesn’t have that same passion and need to be inside you, Joker still makes love to you often. Not for his own craving, but for the comfort of your body, and the intimacy of proximity that brings him solace in the dead of lonely night.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He never falls asleep after sex, not even when he was still Arthur. Joker’s insomnia medication used to help somewhat, but he has no medications now. After sex, he’ll be buzzing like a livewire, full of energy and pride in his ability to get you off. It keeps him drunk on satisfaction. If it wasn’t for his refractory period, he would pull you on top of him again immediately after for another round. But as it is, Joker is content to hold you close while you wind down. Your soft conversation in the intimacy of the afterglow makes him feel almost normal. Not Joker, not Arthur, just yours.

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I SAW UR MARVEL X FAMOUS READER THING and can i please req for a bucky x singer!reader or peter parker x singer!reader and the secret relationship trope where the avengers catch peter/bucky in a phone call and catching them acting all pouty and whiney and all cute and twirling their hair while giggling like school girls and the avengers being all shocked but not knowing who he was talking to + little scenes or bucky/peter smirking or looking proud whenever r is on tv + and the all the avengers going to some sort of concert or event where r is performing and r literally going down to the audience while performing to kiss bucky/peter and just social media freaking out !!

I LOVED WRITING THIS!! sorry it took so long to finish; i wanted it to be perfect for my tubmblr spouse ksjdfhd. anyways this was so so cute and i'm gonna do some extra drabbles + smau bonus posts because wow i loved this concept

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧

peter parker x singer! reader

notes: swearing, mentions of the birds and bees in a non-sexual way, so much fluff bro, the tiniest smidge of angst it's like a sprinkle of salt, a bit of insecure peter feeling like he's not enough, vague description of canon-level violence, lowkey breaking the fourth wall, the avengers are nosy as fuck and definition crack, clint is in his red (taylor's version) era

w/c: 5.2k

the songs used in the fic are by taylor swift + linked at the bottom of the post <3 (but also taylor canonically exists in this universe so she still has her music peter's a swiftie just go with it pls)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

peter parker never failed to confound; and no, it wasn’t just the avengers that were confused by his… antics. may, mj, and ned were equally as surprised when they caught peter parker, their [overly] enthusiastic, nervous, forever-in-motion peter parker, casually laying in bed, propped against a pillow with one arm behind his head that made him look like some cookie-cutter male love interest in a cheesy romcom, nonchalantly talking to a female voice from his phone.

mj and ned were no idiots—they’d been the first to discover his spiderman identity so scoping out the identity of peter’s secret female friend was almost as easy as getting flash to talk about sports cars. peter eventually had to spill the beans to may after she confronted him about his ridiculously high monthly phone bill.

but the team of the world’s best spies, geniuses with multiple PhDs, highly trained super soldier assassins, and the man who singlehandedly made the “birds aren’t real, they’re government spies” conspiracy come true, still hadn’t managed to find the tea they so desperately wanted peter to spill. they were too prideful to ask peter to his face and admit defeat, so for weeks, they’d pulled out all their tricks only to fail miserably.

sam tried having redwing perch outside peter’s window to catch footage of any new visitors; there were none. clint, who’d snuck into the vents, and bucky, utilizing his super soldier hearing, had tried eavsdropping on one of his calls. all they heard was peter singing off key and then a yelp as he snapped one of his guitar strings. steve and bruce had tried to casually sit peter down and talk to him about the birds and the bees, hoping that peter would let something slip about any of his romantic or sexual relationships, but peter just groaned and said may had already told him this. natasha even tried hacking into peter’s internet and phone history, but once she found the spiderman tiktok edits and an obscene number of shirtless pictures, she had to stop.

after a lot of bribery and light extortion from tony (who was probably the most invested in revealing peter’s gal pal), wanda reluctantly tried to read peter’s mind, only to see flashes of who she presumed to be peter’s celebrity crush. the avengers had never pegged peter for a fanboy (actually, a good third of them thought he swung the other way and sam and bucky insisted he was on the path to incel-hood), but the fanatic squealing and giggling that emanated from peter’s room every night told a different story. it was clear: the boy had an unhealthy parasocial relationship with a girl who would never know of his existence.

“hey petey pie, d’you still have my artisanal hand lotion?” tony came up to peter as he tinkered with his web shooters.

“oh yeah, mr. stark! they’re in my room and on my desk. you can just go in, if you want.” peter had a spare room in the tower that he used after long missions or big lab projects; it was much more empty than his room at aunt may’s. as most teenagers did, peter considered his bedroom a personal, private sanctuary, but his tower room’s furnishings were pretty basic and he usually didn’t even bother to close the door.

peter’s desk was fairly empty sans tony’s lotion, but because of how barren it was, tony’s eye was automatically drawn to the papers at the corner of the table. no, not his illegible chemistry notes. there was a flyer advertising your upcoming tour dates and locations, and underneath it was an autographed vinyl of what tony assumed was one of your albums.

but tony was truly horrified when he found the bottle of half-used perfume from your brand sitting on peter’s nightstand, in front of a framed picture of him photoshopped next to you.

“peter, we need to have a chat.” tony gestured to the communal living room, where steve, bucky, sam, wanda, and natasha were sitting. steve was holding a sheet of printer paper that said “intervention.”

peter looked around the room, trying to figure out who the intervention was for. “you never call me peter,” he laughed nervously, “is something going on? are we throwing a surprise party?”

peter made the mistake of looking over at steve and he couldn’t help but cower under the nation’s most powerful I’m Not Mad, Just Disappointed Face™.

“kid, why don’t you take a seat?” steve sighed like a Disapointed Father™.

peter sat as far away from the rest of the avengers as he could, wary of how they’d all been looking at him. that was his second mistake, because he ended up across from a team of master interrogators who were staring him down like he was their next victim (because he was).

“we wanted to discuss- uh, the… internet with you,” bucky began.

“oh, mr. sergeant bucky sir, if you need help with the wifi router again, i can show you how to fix it yourself, it’s easy, ac-”

“no- no! that’s not… we’re not talking about that. so obviously your aunt may has already given you the se- safe reproductive activities talk, but we wanted you know, as tech experts-” bruce looked at tony and nat. “-to make sure you understood safe internect practices. safe and healthy internet practice.”

peter visibly relaxed. “oh, if that’s what you’re worried about, it’s all good! midtown has a mandatory seminar and i already know not to use omegle—i learned that the hard way, but i did learn; plus, i took a scratch lesson about html so i’m pretty like, tech proficient.”

“peter, have you ever heard of parasocial relationships?” the rest of the team shot wanda dirty looks at her slip up. they were supposed to ease into the whole thing so that peter didn’t get scared and run off.

“oh, like dating app parasites? yeah, ned was joking around on christian mingle and got this horrible-”

“let me put this into chronically online gen z words,” natasha grimaced. “do you know what the infinitive ‘to stan’ means?”

peter was puzzled. “oh yeah, of course! this guy flash from school has a huuuge obsession with sebastian stan; like, he stans sebastian stan. it’s kind of unhealthy. i’m pretty sure flash thinks he’s the y/n in a ‘my mom sold me to one direction for money’ ao3 fanfiction.”

“right…” sam’s face was all screwed up as he tried to steer the conversation away from 2000s boyband kidnapping aus. “and what about you, peter? do you stan anyone? any… attractive female celebrity who’s approximately your age?”

peter looked genuinely confused. “i mean, i’m a swiftie, if that counts. but not in an unhealthy way!” peter reassured. “i’m not one of those people who has a twitter account dedicated to analyzing the spray painted words on the wall she pisses on in the music video for the man to try and figure out the order of her next album releases, so don’t worry. i’m perfectly normal.” he laughed shrilly.

steve shuffled for something behind him. “i didn’t want to have to do this,” steve enunciated, holding up a picture of you. “we found your shrine and the pictures you’ve photoshopped yourself into and we know that you’ve deluded yourself into thinking that you have a relationship with her and we’re just worried, okay? look, i also enjoy her songs every once in a while, but this is too far. we can’t have an avenger with compromised judgement out on the field.”

peter’s mouth gaped and he stared at the picture steve had chosen, feeling himself blush. that was the picture you��d asked him for his opinion on it before posting it on instagram. and that was the night you’d sent him a voice memo of a song you’d written for him, in which you’d told him how you’d loved him for the first time.

“uh, come again?” peter’s voice turned up at the end in his confusion, but the other avengers took it as a sign that he was lying.

“okay, this is enough. we’re taking him to cho for an evaluation,” tony snapped, taking peter by the arm and dragging him down the hallway.

“hey- hey! wait! i’m not delusional, just let me-” peter scrambled for his phone, trying to pull out pictures of you and him together as proof, but he dropped it amidst the chaos of tony’s fussing and nat and bruce’s hushed whispering, and the exclamations of surprise in this unplanned step of the intervention.

peter watched as his phone clattered to the ground and he reached his free hand out for it cinematically, but it was to no avail. that stuff never worked in the movies either.

“jarvis!” peter yelled desperately.

“yes, young spiderling?” jarvis replied. tony must’ve reprogrammed eyerbody’s name in jarvis’ system.

“play voice memo! uh, the most recent one!”

“playing voice memo: this is peter with trial four- ahhhh! no, not that one!” crashing noises and a string of curses from a voice in the background that made steve flinch ensued. “oh my god, mr. stark’s going to kill me if he every finds out-”

“stop! no! jarvis, um, play the second most recent voice memo!”

peter looked at the ground to avoid tony’s withering glare. “we will be discussing this later,” tony warned.

“playing voice memo.” through tony’s newly installed surround sound speakers, your silvery voice reverberated around the high-ceilinged walls and silenced the other avengers’ jabbers.

“my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon—i was enchanted to meet you.”

sam’s mouth dropped. “what the fuck? i didn’t peter say he learned to code on scratch? how did he work out this voice generator thing?”

bucky’s face contorted into the cute stupid expression he made every time he was confused. “relax, the kid probably recorded a live performance on the you-bee-too to feed into his whole hormonal teenage crisis fantasy.”

peter was outraged and opened his mouth to protest. steve cut him off. “kid, young people at your age will go through… ahem… changes. and perhaps that has manifested into a romantic yearning towards this lovely young woman, or uh,” steve blushed. “the desire to… fondue is very common as you develop into a man, and i myself-” steve choked and started coughing to avoid spilling any dangerous blackmail material. bucky patted his friend on the back knowingly.

“hey horndogs,” tony yelled from the front of the crowd, where he was still struggling to drag peter. “can someone turn off the damn music? i don’t want to know what the kid gets up to in his free time, like, at all. especially not in song form.”

“will you all stop calling me kid?” peter begged, finally freeing himself from tony’s *iron* hold. “look, that song’s unreleased, so i couldn’t have just recorded it off youtube. plus, tony already banned me from working with voice AIs after i accidentally broke karen and she wouldn’t stop screaming for like, six days straight.”

natasha raised her eyebrows, but nodded. “and we know the boy isn’t smart enough to come up with those lyrics on his own.”

“hey!” peter defended. “no, actually, yeah. you’re right.”

“what does this have to do with anything?” sam interrupted, throwing his hands in the air. “i personally find it creepier that he got access to the girl’s unreleased music. and don’t even get me started on the shrine-”

“she’s not some girl, she’s my girlfriend!” peter blurted.

steve scoffed. “sure she is. gorgeous, talented, multi-millionare singer-songwriter from brooklyn, mind you, is your girlfriend? what’s next, bucky and sam’s bickering is actually unresolved sexual tension?”

“yes?!” peter hissed incredulously. “you’re just jealous,” he huffed,” and don’t even lie, mr. captain rogers sir. i heard you crying to this is me trying last week. which, by the way, are you okay? anyways, yes, we’re dating.

“i didn’t ‘photoshop’ the pictures, i- how would i even-? it’s not like there’s conveniently a picture of her in a photo booth holding up a green prop mustache that i can edit myself into. my ‘shrine?’ she sends me previews of her merch and stuff, i’m not gonna throw it out. it’s not like i’m collecting strands of her hair to replicate her dna. we literally just call each other,” peter huffed.

“we call each other, and- and she teaches me to play guitar… she writes songs for me… she has the sweetest cats… and she’s so beautiful and i can’t believe she’s mine…” peter rambled on with glazed eyes and a dopey smile on his face.

steve scowled.

wanda sighed dreamily. “i can tell how much you like her… your thoughts are so bright every time you think about her…”

“excuse me?” peter raised his eyebrows defensively. “were you… reading my mind?”

“there are no secrets in this tower, underoo.” tony slung a heavy arm over peter. “what’s yours is ours.”

peter squinted. “i’m pretty sure that’s not how the saying- whatever.”

“secrets? please, we all remember when you tried to hide your baby photos. the vents were a stupid idea.” natasha snorted. “anyways, when do we get to meet her?”

“meet who?” peter lied innocently. if the avengers had been this zealous over a couple pictures of her, god knows what they’d do if they ever saw her in person? (and god knows what steve would do.)

“doesn’t matter. play dumb all you want kid, but we both know you’re smarter than that.” tony chattered absentmindedly, but peter went red at the casual compliment. “i saw the tour dates already; peter left ‘em in his room. second to last concert’s in new york, two weeks from now. i’ll pull a couple strings; easy.”

tony took off his yellow-tinted glasses and cleaned the lenses on his shirt. “right. jarvis, cancel all plans for the saturday two weeks from now. and reschedule that dry cleaners appointment to… uh, tuesday. gotta wash the merch before wearing it. oh yeah, and set a reminder for… tonight at 9, to shop for merch.”

tony looked smugly down at peter, who blinked a few times, dazed. “uh, thank you, i guess? thank you, mr. stark.”

in the two weeks leading up to the concert, peter was hearing your voice all over the compound. steve had officially indoctrinated bucky and sam into fans after he’d showed them his favorite album, and now the three of them would frequently squabble over which songs were the best lyrically, melodically, and emotionally.

peter had seen wanda comforting a crying clint, who’d been listening to all too well on repeat for three days straight. (peter wasn’t sure why. clint was happily married.)

he nearly had a heart attack when natasha cornered him murderously with a perfectly manicured finger pointed threateningly at his chest. (right then, peter tried to come to terms with the fact that in his eulogy, they would reveal that he had died from a fingernail impaling.) it turned out that natasha had come to interrogate peter on how he’d met you, confessing that she wanted girl tips. natasha had also sworn to make his death long and painful if he ever told anybody about it.

what delighted peter the most is when he’d heard tony listening to one of your songs in lieu of his hard metal while working in his lab. and he swore he’d tony humming one of your songs while making breakfast a few days before the concert.

peter didn’t think it was possible, but his high was only multiplied once your merch arrived. it was like a second civil war had broken out. tony had made sure to order multiple of each item, but overlooked the fact that all the avengers wanted the limited edition concert tour t-shirt and an autographed copy of your newest album. he watched from the sidelines as grown adults threw hissy fits over themed notebooks and guitar picks (even though none of them played guitar), knowing he was already supplied thanks to your gifts.

even may, mj, and ned had gotten into the spirit. they’d surprised him one evening, after a tiring mission, by showing him the short video you’d sent them along with 3 vip tickets.

“hi aunt may,” you smiled lovingly at the camera. “thank you so much for… everything, i guess. for raising peter. and letting him see me; i know that it’s not easy or typical, but peter’s job isn’t easy or typical either. i love your son so, so dearly, and i just wanted to let you know that i’d do almost anything for him—whatever his job entails and whatnot. i’ve been on tour, so haven’t seen peter in a while, but i would love to see him again and maybe meet you and peter’s friends as well, which is why i’ve sent you three tickets.”

may cooed and told peter what an angel you were, and ned and mj teased him relentlessly for how stupidly in love he looked when he saw your face in the video.

“you’re down bad, man,” ned laughed, pushing peter’s chest. mj punched peter’s arm, telling him he was “one lucky bastard,” and peter’s only reaction was to whine about how they were manhandling him.

the night before the concert, peter was panicking about what to wear. though tony had been the most annoying about peter’s relationship, he’d come to check on his mentee and tony’s heart panged as he saw the anxiety radiating off of peter.

“what’s wrong, spiderboy?” tony sat on the edge of peter’s bed as the boy examined himself in the mirror. tony patted the space beside him.

“n-nothing, mr. stark.”

tony looked at peter disbelievingly.

peter sighed. “i’m just- she’s a superstar, like, she’s got fans and front-page modeling contracts and everyone loves her. sometimes i just don’t believe that she’d actually love me, y’know? ‘cause she’s her, and i’m just peter. some kid from queens who got bitten by a spider.” peter looked at his feet, eyes burning. “i’m not rich, or famous, or popular—i still get picked on by flash!”

peter looked up at tony with red-rimmed eyes. “and i’m not like all the fancy celebrities that she’s around—she could have anyone. anyone. i’m pretty sure janelle monáe talked about her in an interview once. janelle. monáe. a-and jojo siwa danced to her music in a tiktok. and i can’t even tell you how many men say they have crushes on her in interviews and stuff… it’s like, i’m never there. we’re both busy, and she’s surrounded by people who are way cooler and smarter and famous-er than me, and it freaks me out, mr. stark.”

tony’s cool demeanor broke upon seeing how genuinely devastated peter was. “underoo, this girl wrote a song for you. hell, i think the most romantic thing i’ve done for pepper recently was eating lunch with her. jarvis? remind me to do something romantic for pepper. she talks to you almost every day, and trust me, i know, because we can hear you jabbering from the common room.

“kid, you work for me. that makes you pretty damn cool. you went to space—even though i said not to, but whatever—and you’re spiderboy. i passed by a street vendor selling knockoff spiderman masks the other day. people love you too. the team loves you. and i guess i think you’re pretty okay too. the girl loves you, spidey. jojo siwa has nothin’ on you.”

peter sniffed. “you really think so?”

“yeah, yeah. don’t push it.” tony went to leave peter’s room, but not before pointing to peter’s closet and winking. “it’s a secret.”

he opened the closet doors, shuffling through a couple of shirts you'd left behind and one of your cardigans. it was the same as always. but in his peripherally, peter caught sight of one of tony’s $200 smarthangers beholding the last limited edition tour shirt that had “mysteriously” gone missing. (bucky and sam were accusing each other for days.) he ran his hands over the cotton fabric, which was softer than he’d expected. tony must’ve dry-cleaned it for him beforehand. peter smiled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

peter fiddled with the hem of his shirt the entire ride to the venue. happy picked him, may, ned, and mj up in the limo a bit earlier than the rest of the team was planning on leaving so they could get settled into their vip seats.

the venue was smaller than he’d expected. you’d played in much larger spaces before, with huge audiences and grand stages with special effects, but tonight was almost intimate. peter’s heart was beating until he felt it in his throat and may squeezed his hand reassuringly. he’d heard you sing on facetime, or in the videos you’d sent to him, but never live. he thought he might’ve been more scared than you were.

as the venue filled, peter’s anxiety only increased. mj and ned were bubbling happily, and peter caught the avengers waving to him from a section just a bit further from the stage. he was secretly grateful that they weren’t up front with him. maybe it was selfish, but he wanted you to himself tonight.

when the lights dimmed and ambient music begin filling the air, peter watched as you slowly rose from a platform under the stage until you were fully revealed, holding a sleek black guitar, beaming so brightly that peter was pretty sure you wouldn’t need the stage lights.

the cheering of the crowd was dull in his ears. he was mesmerized by the way you moved, adjusting the vintage microphone in front of you. it was only you on stage, illuminated by a spotlight, standing in front of your microphone like you were at home on a stage in front of hundreds of people.

you needed no introduction before you began singing a song that peter hadn’t heard before.

vintage tee, brand new phone. high heels on cobblestones. when you are young they assume you know nothing…

it was your first date. peter had exchanged his science pun shirts for an old band tee, and you’d complimented him immediately, revealing that you were also a fan. you’d dropped and cracked your phone on the sidewalk that night, stumbling over a bump in the concrete and falling into peter. you’d made a stupid joke, “it looks like i’ve fallen for you,” and peter had laughed like you were the funniest person in the world.

but i knew you, dancing in your levi’s, drunk under a streetlight, i… i knew you, hand under my sweatshirt, baby kiss it better, i… and when i felt like i was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said i was your favorite.

it was the night you’d first kissed. it had started raining, both of your socks were all wet, and the sweatshirt peter had given you to wear after you’d gotten cold was soaked through. you’d pasted your hands under his shirt onto his chest, claiming you needed warmth. he did the same.

to kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed… you drew stars around my scars but now i’m bleedin’...

it was you and him, trying not to be seen. you and him, avoiding cameras and crowds—hiding behind tinted car windows and hole-in-the-wall restaurants. it was you and him: when he took you swinging right before you left to tour and you scraped your knees from the rough landing. you and him: peter kissing your cuts and apologizing profusely about giving you scars right before your concert. you and him, when you’d pulled him into your chest and told him you’d sacrifice anything to be under the stars with him.

‘cause i knew you, steppin’ on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain, i… i knew you, tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy, i…

you and him: when he’d hugged you goodbye in a quiet corner at the train station and wiped away your tears from under your sunglasses. you and him: when peter watched as the spiderman bandaids on your knees that he’d given you last night as you bled walked further and further away. you and him: when he’d called you and cried after a difficult mission, telling you how he thought he might have not made it and how the thought of losing you—his darling—was what kept him going. you and him: how you’d wanted to cancel your tour and see him again, but how he insisted that you keep going, that the both of you kept going.

i knew i’d curse you for the longest time, chasin’ shadows in the grocery line; i knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired, and you’d be standin’ in my front porch light…

you and him: how you’d fought halfway through your tour, when he didn’t understand why you didn’t want to go public with your relationship. you and him: how you’d gone grocery shopping with him but dropped his hand and left as soon as cameras appeared. you and him: how he’d told you that the secrecy of the relationship might be thrilling for you, but was hurting him. you and him: how he’d promised that no matter how difficult your relationship got, you’d always have a home at his and may’s apartment.

and i knew you’d come back to me, and you’d come back to me… and you’d come back…

next to peter, ned and mj hollered excitedly and jumped up and down; may screamed and clapped. peter hadn’t budged, staring up at you with awe and pride as your strumming faded out. he would’ve been content staring at you, glowing as you immersed in your element, until ned elbowed him.

you tapped the microphone a couple of times and the stage lights began to reveal the landscape behind you; a small band, a few background singers, and a simple, natural scene.

you cleared your throat. “thank you, new york!”

peter had never heard a sound sweeter than your giggle as you watched the audience cheer and wave their glowsticks.

“thank you! this is the second to last concert of my tour, and it’s been such a privilege to play for you. you guys are the first to hear my new single, cardigan, that i wrote while on tour.”

there was more screaming and your eyes scanned the audience for something that you evidently hadn’t found, given the nearly imperceptible frown on your face.

“uh, this song is really important to me, ‘cause it’s about someone i really love. i haven’t seen him in a while, and god, i miss him, and i hope he knows that i’d always come back to him…” you sniffled, and the audience cooed.

“y’know, sometimes you have those moments when you’re paralyzed or when you’re scared, so you keep trying to live in the past, where things are easy and you already know how everything ends. but if you take the easy route, trying to protect yourself from the unknown, you end up losing what could’ve been. all the new moments that you’ll never get to have because you’re too busy living in old memories. ‘cause when you stay behin, the people you love might want to move forward, take risks, and explore even better things. so you might lose them.”

your eyes searched the audience once more. “and i’ve learned so much from being on tour with you all. it’s very- if you don’t know, everything that goes on behind the scenes in the music industry is very… intentional. every word, action, public appearence—it’s all planned. but i met this boy; or rather, i fell in love with this boy, and he makes me want to say, ‘fuck the plans.’” the audience roared and you laughed jubiantly alongside them.

“i don’t know if i’m allowed to swear, actually. it’s fine,” you admitted. “anyways, he makes me want to take chances, even if that terrifies me. ‘cause honestly, it did; still does. i hope he’s here today. i can’t see him from here, but his name is peter. peter parker.”

there were cheers and murmurs, and peter heard heard thor somewhere in the back roar, “the spi- the small man is here!” thor pointed vigorously to the front, where peter was standing and blushing profusely. there was a bit of sweat beading on his forehead, and sure, the body heat from the crowd was pretty hot, but the fire in his cheeks had nothing to do with that.

peter watched as you walked towards the edge of the stage to where thor was pointing, shouting back at him with a quick banter that the audience seemed to love. peter cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, praying you could hear it from amidst the crowd, because he couldn’t even hear himself.

your eyes widened and you burst into a grin as you locked eyes with peter. “oh my god, is it- peter?”

peter nodded, face contorting into surprise and then adoration and then determination as the both of you rushed forward to try and touch each other. you fell to your knees and reached your hand out to peter, and he took is tightly between both of his. you mouthed his name so that nobody but him could see it, and under the harsh stage lights, peter could clearly see the watery tears collecting at the corner of your eyes that you carefully dabbed away as to not smudge any of your makeup.

“peter—this is peter, my boyfriend!” you announced to the crowd, holding his hand up. “is there any way you can come up-” you looked around for stairs.

peter smirked, slinging himself onto the stage with ease. he’d scaled buildings before. this was no challenge, especially because he had an incentive to work towards.

“oh, you’re just climbing- that works too!” you offered him your hands to pull him to his feet and enveloped him into a hug. you’d left him a bottle of your perfume before you’d left, but nothing could compare to actually holding you in your arms. you smelled like sweat and hairspray, but he could still catch hints of your perfume and the shampoo you loved.

when you let go of him, still keeping one of your hands in his, peter snuck a glance at the audience. from the stage, the venue seemed twice as large. he could see may, mj, and ned waving and screaming at him, and a bit further back, he could see thor waving his hands maniacally and tony, who had somehow managed to clear out a spot, actually smiling.

“what am i supposed to do?” peter hissed to you, smiling awkwardly at the audience as his heart pounded. fighting robot-alien-ancient-powerful-gods was so much easier than this.

“kiss me?” you whispered, eyes glittering. peter didn’t need to be told twice.

“so i’m peter? and you’re wendy darling?”

“mhm,” you sighed, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

“i’ll never lose you, darling. i’ll always come back to you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Of Wolf and Man 4/?

steve harrington x f!reader x eddie munson

a/n: all 4 parts total 14.6k words and we've just gotten a kiss, we're moving up in the world lads.

w/c: 3.9k

warnings: 18+ only mdni. slow burn. r is a werewolf. body horror. mutual pining. body horror. grief. angst. hurt/comfort. pov change halfway. r is Going Through It. eddie and steve take care of r. not proof read. kidnapping. violence. murder. blood/gore + descriptions of the aftermath of torture.

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You've always dealt with pain, you have to being what you are but this was a new level. There wasn't a moment of the day where you weren't in agony, longing for it to stop.

Your arms and wrists burned from the chains holding you, your flesh bubbling and tearing under the silver. Your legs were adorned with cuts, varying in length and depth and the hunters sprinkled something over the wounds to stop you from healing too quickly.

Your back was a mess of torn flesh and gaping wounds from the whippings they subjected you to daily.

Everything hurt and ached, and you weren't sure how much more you could take.

It had only been a couple of days since the hunters took you. You knew Steve and Eddie and the rest of the group would be looking for you, that they'd probably gone to Hopper and Joyce for help, you just had to find a way to hold on.

"This one isn't breaking as quick as the others" One of the men mutters to his companions, his voice making your skin crawl.

"Does it matter? It'll break eventually. They always do."

"And, means more fun for us"

You wanted to hurl at their tone, at their voices, wanted to lash out and break free and go home. You waited, lost in your memories of Steve and Eddie and your parents, knowing that either they'd get bored and kill you or your boys would find you.

Another couple of days go past in a blur of blood and agony when you realize the hunters had made a mistake.

The youngest had been put on watch for the evening while the others rested, only he hadn't secured your chains properly and there was enough slack for you to slip out of them. You knew you wouldn't have another opportunity to escape them so you waited, watching as the hours ticked past and he started yawning, his eyes slipping closed.

You ignored the pain and carefully slipped your restraints. Your heart in your throat and you held your breath as you crept over to the hunter.

He barely had time to react before your hands were gripping his head tightly, twisting and snapping his neck, the noise bringing bile to your throat. It was a quick death and not one he deserved, but it was quiet.

You crept to his companions, each one suffered a similar fate - a crushed throat or suffocated with a pillow. They all died quickly and you resented it, wishing you could have taken your time - made them suffer for the pain they caused you, for the deaths of your parents and so many others.

You stumbled away from them, hands shaking and vision swimming with unshed tears. You didn't want to be the killer they thought you to be. You hated wanting to inflict pain and suffering on others - no matter how much they deserved it.

Your wounds weren't healing yet and you knew you couldn't stay here. You look around for something to cover yourself, not wanting someone seeing your flayed back, cut up body and wanting to help but you can't see anything besides the hunters jackets and the idea of putting on their clothes made you want to scream.

You grind your teeth and decide to risk it. There was so much blood covering you, so it wouldn't make much difference. You stumble out of the warehouse, distantly realizing that it was the same one that you crawled out of the upside down of all those months ago.

You walk.

Rocks and sticks tear at the soles of your feet and each step was agony. Tears seep down your cheeks, creating tracks through the blood staining your skin.

You walk.

It feels like hours, but eventually, you shuffle closer to your home. The houses of your neighbors creep closer and closer and you nearly sob in relief when you see your house.

Steve's car was parked in the driveway, and you could hear too many heartbeats and voices inside, and you know that all of your friends are there.

You steel yourself, taking a deep breath before you push open your door and walking inside.

The noise stops.

You turn, and everyone is there - Steve and Eddie and Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Hopper and Joyce, Max, El, Mike, Will, Lucas, and Dustin. You could have laughed at their stunned and horrified expression if you weren't so tired.

"Oh my god," Joyce breathes out, and you let go of the lungful of air you were holding.

You move, hands shaking as you reach for a pack of smokes that were thrown on the table and taking one and lighting it.

"I'm gonna shower," you say, voice muffled around the cigarette stick, and you leave everyone in a stupor for your bathroom.

You keep your eyes lowered when you enter, not wanting to see the absolute carnage that was your body.

You stand under the cold spray of water, watching blood swirl around your feet and down the drain, when the door creaks open and you're overwhelmed with the scents of Eddie and Steve.

"Honey?" Eddie's voice is small and worried, and your lower lip trembles.

"Smoking in the shower was a bad idea." You choke out and Eddie slides the door open, plucking the wet cigarette out of your fingers and tossing it into the sink.

Eddie's hands grip yours tightly, holding onto you while you cry silently.

Steve moves closer and begins to gently wash your body. Fingers careful and slow, ensuring he wasn't putting any pressure on your slowly healing wounds. He peels your undies down your legs and tosses them into the sink along with the abandoned smoke.

"We've got you," Eddie murmurs, "we've got you, love."

Eddie holds onto you while Steve cleans you and when the water stops running with blood, they wrap themselves around you.

You sob into their chests and arms and they hold you through it until your breathing settles and you sway in their arms, your legs giving out on you and there's a knock at the door.

"We're comin', hang on" Eddie calls.

He gently passes you to Steve and steps out of the shower, reaching around the two of you to turn off the water. Steve lifts you easily, cradling you to his chest and hums when Eddie places a towel over your form, tucking it around you carefully to ensure you were covered.

You close your eyes and listen to Steve's heartbeat, strong and there, against your cheek. Eddie's voice soothes you as he talks to Hopper, your pain easing the longer they're with you.

"Hop, just give her a minute," Eddie's saying as he follows Steve to your room.

"It's been nearly an hour, Munson" Hopper sighs, "I need to know what happened and make sure nothing's going to cause problems."

Eddie turns and glares at him.

"No. It can wait until we've dressed her wounds and she's got clothes on" He snaps, shutting the door in Hoppers face.

You hear Hopper sigh and mutter about damn stubborn kids before retreating back to the living room with the others.

Steve sits you down on the edge of your bed, carefully patting you dry with the towel. He's so gentle with you and your heart shatters, tears welling, and you're not sure what you did to deserve it.

Eddie sits on the bed, angled behind you and begins to inspect your back, inhaling sharply.

"Shit"

You don't notice the desperate look he sends Steve but you feel Steve moving and his quick intake of breath.

A hand cups your cheek and it takes everything in you to pry open your eyes. Steve's face is an open book for his concern, worry written plain for you to see.

"Bug, we- your. Your back is healing which is great, but there's some. Most of the wounds have knitted back together right? But there's some skin that's - we might need to cut it off"

His voice is wavering but soft, his thumb strokes your cheek as he talks. Your mind is numb and you trust him and Eddie so you nod.

Steve's eyes are warm and filled with love and you watch him as Eddie begins cleaning up your back. Steve and Eddie murmur to you, soft nothings that wash over you and settles your brain into a mindless buzzing.

"All done, Baby" Eddie murmurs as he finishes wrapping your torso with bandages, tying it off and tucking the excess.

You glance over your shoulder and wish you hadn't. Eddie had placed an old towel behind you and it was covered in scraps of your flesh and bloody bandages.

"Here" Steve's hands gently lift your calf and you feel the soft fabric of your pants slide against your skin. They work quickly to dress you in loose comfortable clothes and clean up the mess.

"You okay to talk to Hopper?" Eddie asks, pressing a kiss against your shoulder.

"Just him, please" Your whisper, eyes on the floor. Shame fills you as you remember your actions, what you did. Your head falls and you cover your face with your hands.

You don't hear Eddie and Steve leaving, or Hopper entering the room, and you startle when a hand comes to rest on your shoulder. Your head snaps up and your heart leaps into your throat before you realize you're still safe, that Hopper wouldn't hurt you.

"You alright, kid?"

His voice is gruff and your face falls, tears welling in your eyes and you can't stop your body from shaking. You shake your head 'no' and Hopper's arm wraps around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

"What happened?"

His voice held no judgement and you took a deep breath, pulling away from him and sitting up as straight as you could with your injuries.

"Did the others tell you everything I've told them?" You ask, not really wanting to talk about your entire life story right now and he nods, "Okay. Okay. They found me, knew where I'd been for a while I guess, took me to the old steelworks."

You absentmindedly rub at the healing burns that wrap around your wrists and forearms as you speak, feeling the raised skin under your fingertips.

"They're dead, Hop" You admit quietly, "They killed my parents and now they're dead."

"Tell me what happened" He matches your volume, keeping his voice soft.

You do, you tell him everything that had happened over the past few days, from the moment they busted down your door to stumbling back home covered in your own blood, and he listens until you're stumbling over your words and falling silent.

He sighs deeply, hand coming back to rest on your shoulder.

"Kid, listen to me" He leans forward and catches your eye, "It was them or you, alright? Like you said, they would have killed you and you ain't gotta feel guilty for doing what you had to to survive."

Hopper pauses, waiting for you to acknowledge his words with a small nod.

"Alright. Now, I don't want you to worry about this, I'll take care of the steelworks. You just stay here and heal, let those boys take care of you, okay? I'll take care of it."

You nod again and relief floods through you, making your body sag. Hopper pats your arm and grunts as he wanders out of the room. You lay down, knowing that Steve and Eddie would make their way back to you soon. Your eyes slip closed and you feel your exhaustion slam into you like a truck.

When they'd arrived to your front door kicked in and the coffee table knocked over, it took every ounce of self control to not freak out. Eddie carefully stepped through your living room, calling your name and Steve was reaching for the phone - intent on calling for Hopper because he knew what this meant and he needed help.

He's not surprised when the kids show up not too long after the phone call, El's guilty face greeting his.

"I heard you and Dad talking" She says softly, "We want to help, he'll be here soon."

Sure enough, Steve spots the cruiser pulling up behind his own car and he just sighs and lets them in. Eddie's sitting on the couch, knee bouncing rapidly as he chews on his thumbnail. Steve meets his eyes and see's his own fear reflected back at him.

Steve sits heavily on the couch beside him and hooks his fingers with Eddies, leans on him in a quiet show of support.

"Alright, what's the emergency?" Hopper asks, frowning at the gathered group.

Steve takes a deep breath, squeezes Eddie's fingers, and talks. He tells Hopper everything you had told them months ago, about the hunters, how you'd warned them of what they could do, and how they'd come over to the front door kicked in and you missing.

The kids take over once he finishes, explaining their experiments to test your abilities and ideas on what to do to find you, making Hopper pinch the bridge of his nose before growling at them all to be quiet.

There's not much they can do, besides driving around town and looking for places that you might have been taken. Hopper instructs the kids to go home, not do anything stupid, that he'd look into it and ushered everyone out.

Eddie's eyes are glassy and his lashes clumped together with tears, his lower lip trembled and Steve felt his heart break in his chest.

Steve cups his head and wraps his other arm around Eddie, cradling him in his arms and he feels his own tears wetting his cheeks.

"Can't loose her again" Eddie's voice trembles, wet and broken, "Stevie, I can't- we can't loose her. Not again, we just got her back."

"I know, honey" He murmurs into Eddie's hair, "She'll come back to us."

They cling to each other for a few moments before Eddie pulls away, wiping at his eyes and sniffing.

"We need to go find her" He says, standing and pulling at Steve's hands.

They drive for hours, Eddie practically hanging out the window like it could help him see better, with no luck. They stumble back into your home in the early hours of the morning, collapsing into your bed with aching hearts.

The following days pass in much the same manner, driving around town trying to find you and collapsing in bed together - wrapped around each other with clinging hands.

The group gathers again, Hopper bringing Joyce into the fold and updates everyone with what he's found - a couple of new face's had been seen around town but there wasn't many more leads when the door creaks open and you stumble in, looking like you'd stepped in a shower of blood.

You were practically naked, skin cut open and torn all over, and you take one of Joyce's smokes and mutter about a shower and limp down the hall.

Steve and Eddie shoot up and follow you, acid rising up the back of their throats as they take in the mess that was your back. They hold you as you sob and clean you, Eddie nearly throws up when he gets a better look at your back.

His hands shake as he lays out a towel behind you and puts on a pair of gloves. He dry heaves as picks up a pair of scissors taken from your first aid kit, and gently lifts a piece of skin that was hanging off you and begins to cut.

You looked like you'd been shredded. Your back torn apart and knitted back together with bits of flesh hanging. Anger burns hot through his veins at the men who tore you apart like this and he clenches his jaw, not wanting to accidently hurt you.

By the time he's done, there's a small pile of your skin on the towel and he drops the scissors onto the mess - intending on throwing the whole lot out once he's done.

He continues to patch you up, wrapping you in gauze and bandages until every inch of the still healing wounds were dressed and covered.

It takes a while but he patches you up and helps Steve dress you and you talk to Hopper, and then everyone's gone again.

Steve's standing in the doorway to your room, watching you sleep when Eddie's arm encircle him and his chin rests on Steve's shoulder.

"Should we wake her? She'll need to eat" He murmurs, staring at you unblinkingly.

"Let her rest for a bit," Steve whispers back, stepping towards you and pulling Eddie along with him.

They gently climb into bed with you, putting you securely between them. Steve's arms wrap around you and Eddie, who tangles his legs with yours. You snuffle, snuggling deeper into their embrace.

Eddie and Steve quietly hold you and each other while you sleep, taking comfort in your soft breathing. They lay there for hours, watching you, watching the wounds still visible close and fade into light scars, until you sniff - nose scrunching and a soft groan slips from your lips.

"Baby?" Steve whispers and your eyes open, flickering between them.

"Stevie" You answer, just as quiet, "Eds"

"God, Honey" Eddie breathes out, "no more disappearing okay?"

"Yeah, I think I can do that"

Your lips twitch into a small smile and Eddie's chest grows three sizes and he's leaning closer, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. You make a little noise of surprise before pressing back into the kiss, your hand sliding up Eddie's arm and tangling in his hair.

Eddie presses a couple of quick pecks against you before pulling away and Steve's hand is cupping your cheek and then he's kissing you. He's not as soft as Eddie, kissing deeper and messier.

He pulls away when your stomach growls loud enough to hear and you groan.

"'m so hungry" You mutter, realizing just how long it's been since you ate last and how much energy you were burning through while healing.

Eddie springs up from the bed, gathering you up and wrapping his hand around Steve's.

"Should we order in or cook?" Eddie asks as he leads you and Steve to the kitchen, "what do you want, Baby?"

"Don't care, Eds" You say, peering into the fridge.

"How about you two go relax and I'll put something together for us?" Steve offers, soft smile gracing his face and Eddie smiles back before pressing a kiss against Steve's lips and pulls you to the couch.

You practically climb into Eddie's lap, almost purring in contentment when he wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly. You let your eyes slip closed and press your nose against Eddie's neck, breathing him in and listening to Steve in the kitchen.

You relax, the sounds and smells of your boys filling you with a complete sense of safety and home that you feel yourself going limp, your heart slowing, matching Steve's and Eddies.

Steve's hand gently strokes your arm and you lift your head, eyes half closed and feeling a little drunk from Eddie's scent. He sits flush beside Eddie and you slide over to his lap, wanting to bury your face in his neck and drink him in as well but you're stopped with gentle but firm hands on your waist.

"You gotta eat first, Bug" Steve tells you, voice fond and warm and you want nothing more than to just crawl into them and live there forever.

You look at the food and realising just how hungry you were, you practically inhaling the food much to the boys' amusement. Steve rubs your back, hand warm against your newly healed skin.

"Still hungry?" He asks, already slipping you back to Eddie's lap and moving back to the kitchen to fetch more food for you.

"Need lots of food" You mutter around a mouthful, "takes a lot to heal like this"

"I'm going to order something" Eddie states, sliding out from under you and joining Steve in the kitchen.

You're not really sure how much exactly you eat but you watch your boys faces go from amusement to incredulous, their eyebrows creeping higher the more you eat. You sigh and lean back into the couch, hand patting your stomach.

"Alright, I feel better"

Eddie laughs and you feel your lips curling into a smile and Steve kisses your temple, murmuring a quiet 'good' against your skin.

"I- You don't have to worry about this happening again" You admit, knowing they would want answers but not pressuring you into talking before you were ready, "They're um, I. They're dead."

Eddie takes your hand and Steve holds your thigh, their touches grounding you and you nod.

"Yeah, I. I don't think I'll have to worry about hunters again"

"Are they the only ones?" Steve asks quietly, not wanting to upset you.

"Probably not" You concede, "but they were the only ones who seemed intent on y'know, hunting I guess. I've never heard of any issues with any other groups."

"Either way," Eddie starts, squeezing your hand, "we'll be with you."

"Hmm, yeah." Steve agrees, "we're not letting you out of our sight ever again, Bug."

Something settles inside you and you're overwhelmed with how much you love them, how much you feel like you belong with them. You feel your wolf simmering under your skin and you know you'd need to shift in the next day or two after so violently suppressing the change over the past few days.

Your knee starts to bounce without you noticing and Steve gently holds it.

"You okay, honey?"

"Yeah. I just-" You don't finish your sentence, feeling like you had ants crawling under your skin and memories of the hunters voices flash through your mind, "I. It's a lot, I don't know."

"Do, would changing help?" Eddie asks, resting his cheek against your shoulder.

"Yeah, I think so," you admit, "everything's always simpler when I'm a wolf. Easier."

"Then, let's go downstairs, yeah?"

"Wait-" Eddie's voice stops you in your tracks before you reach the basement door. He starts rushing around the room, collecting pillows and blankets and snacks until his arms are full and he can barely see over his load.

"Might as well make it cosy," He says, voice muffled behind a pillow. Steve laughs softly and pulls a few items from him, helping carry the items.

Your stomach flutters at their easy acceptance, and you knew that you'd never love anyone the way you love these two. Completely and all consuming. They were a balm to all your agonies and a light in the dark.

Your throat closes up, chest tight with the weight of your emotions.

They worked together to create a little nest of blankets and pillows while you strip, letting the change take over and its the first time in a very long time that the shift doesn't have you screaming in pain.

You shake out your fur and huff, trotting over to your boys and sticking your nose into Steve's neck, making him yelp and Eddie laugh.

You wait for them to sit, curled into each other before you wrap your large form around them and settle in for the night.

Your mind and body settles, and the only thing that runs through your thoughts was home love mine home safe home home home.

#stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steddie x reader #steddie x you #werewolf #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve x reader x eddie #story:owam

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rock-dove-radio · 5 months

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Fun Fact I am affected by heavy synesthesia and decided to document a few silly things! When i read certain words / letters / numbers i see colors and taste things! As well as with listening to music i see visuals and taste things etc Feel free to ask questions i love answering!

Long post but basically i list brain associations so stuff under cut if you care to read

Anyway to the interesting stuff 😋😋

Color Flavors

🔴 - spicy and bitter with some sweetness. Makes my chest hurt

🟠 - Not sweet or sour it's like a uhh a snow cone

🟡 - frostingless sugar cookie

🟢 - butter

🔵 - steak

🟣 - those little mini cake things they have at weddings

⚫ - sweet and crunchy but has a dust residue like a handful sprinkles

⚪ - pineapple gummy bear

💗 - Walmart birthday cake

Colors / shapes i see when listening to artists

Lemon Demon - navy blue trapezoids and red triangles

Tally Hall - yellow circles and white diamonds

Will Wood - green squares and purple spiral circles (?)

Marina - pink bubbles and white sparkles

Lovejoy - light blue arrows facing downward

Penelope Scott - black semicircles

Mitski - slate colored trapezoids

TV Girl - gray rectangle

Weezer - green boing boing dog toy idk how to describe it

TMBG - orange semicircle really stretched

Oingo Boingo - green circles

Letter and Number Color Associations

A🔴 B🔵 C🟡 D🟢 E🟡 F🔴 G🟤 H🟤 I🔵 J🟣 K🟣 L🟣 M🟤 N🔵 O🔵 P🟣 Q⚫ R🔴 S🟡 T🟣 U🟣 V🔵 W🟣 X⚫ Y⚪ Z🔵 0⚪ 1🔵 2🟢 🟡 4🟡 5🔴 6🟢 7🔵 8⚫ 9🔴 10⚫

Day of the week Equations

10 x 0 = Sunday, 100 - 46 = Monday, 25 - 11 = Tuesday, 4 x 4 = Wednesday, 7 x 7 = Thursday, 5 x 5 is Friday, 10 x 5 = Saturday

Day of the Week Colors

Monday is Black Tuesday is dark blue Wednesday is dark green Thursday is dark purple Friday is yellow Saturday is lavender and Sunday is gray I don't make the rules

School Subject Colors

Math is red, Science is green, social studies is blue, literature / English is purple, art is also green

Number Flavors

0 - the chemicals you blow bubbles with when you accidentally get it in your mouth

1 - plain cracker you get in restaurant baskets

2 - gummy worm that's really old

3 - Doritos

4 - hamburger

5 - giant hot apple left in the sun 2 hours

6 - green apple

7 - steak fajita

8 - grape juice

9 - Hot Dog

10 - seat belt

Smells and Tastes regarding Music

Lemon Demon - lavender candle smell, taste like burger

Tally Hall - rusting Metal smell, taste like cold butter just taken out of the fridge

Will Wood - old church carpet smell, tastes like communion wine

Marina - tropical car refreshener smell, taste like putting a pen in your mouth

Lovejoy - smells like sea salt, tastes like sea salt chocolate

Penelope Scott - smells like rotting wood, tastes like Coca Cola

Mitski - smells like soap, tastes like Christmas cookies

TV Girl - smells like perfume drowning out body odor, tastes like ham sandwich that got ketchup on it

Weezer - smells like hamburger, taste like banana

TMBG - smells like antique store, taste like Olive Garden bread

Oingo Boingo - smells like barbecue, tastes like those big ass erasers people would poke with their pencils in elementary school

Misc

My Name - smells like vanilla perfume from bed bath and bodyworks, tastes like cheese pizza, is the color gold

Five Nights at Freddys - smells like cigarettes, tastes like burger (WHY DOES EVERYTHING TASTE/SMELL LIKE BURGER), is the color purple

Electric Dreams 1984 - smell like a city in Mississippi i went to 7 years ago, taste like red velvet cake, is the color hot pink

The number 999 tastes like watermelon

Pinterest app smells like nail polish and popcorn

Spotify taste like Gatorade

#.txt #long post #neurodivergent #synesthesia #autism #yum yum yum #can we get some purple 4s in the chat #will add more to this

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allisluv · 3 days

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Ok I have no idea how to request and I feel really weird now but I wanna request a nsfw alphabet for Lucy Gray (if you're comfortable of course) I saw you did that with Annie and I would really love to see it with Lucy Gray :)

Also congrats on 100 followers! 🫶🏻

my love, don’t feel weird about requesting! i honestly was so awkward about it when i first done it so youre absolutely fine :)))

pairing: lucy gray baird x fem!reader

content warnings: lesbian smut, not proofread,

A — aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

lucy gray is super clingy after sex. she’ll usually just collapse onto you, whispering sweet nothings until you both fall asleep.

B — body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partners)

she likes her hands. she likes the difference in size when she grips your thighs, how her fingers look in your cunt.

she loves your hips. just something about holding you still and gripping the skin does something to her.

C — cum (anything to do with cum)

i honestly think lucy gray likes cumming on your face. she likes having you eat her out while she sits on your face.

D — dirty secret

i lowkey think lucy gray is more dominant than you would imagine. she likes taking control but on that rare occasion, shes willing to be submissive to you.

E — experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing)

lucy gray has had quite a lot of experience and she is a quick learner if you know what i mean.

F — favourite position

i think lucy gray’s a fan of missionary. seeing your face is really important to her.

G — goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc)

lucy grays more serious in the moment. don’t get me wrong, she’ll crack a joke or two here and there but she’s overall focused on your pleasure.

H — hair (how well groomed are they? do the curtains match the drapes etc…)

i think lucy gray does shave but she has a patch of hair that she likes to keep.

I — intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

lucy gray is more serious in the moment but she’ll always remind you how much she loves you. she’s got a soft spot for you, so there’ll be lots of sweet romantic moments sprinkled in there too.

J — jack off (masturbation headcanons)

lucy gray isn’t big on touching herself when she is alone but mutual masturbation is a real big turn on for her.

K — kinks (one or more of their kinks)

i think lucy gray likes the risk of getting caught. it’s really hot for her. she’d be down to try food play at least once. nothing insane, just licking cream off of your body or something to that effect. she likes lap dances too!!

L — location (favourite places to have sex)

lucy gray likes places that are public but have that sense of privacy. like bathroom stalls—you two can be alone but there’s still a risk of someone walking in.

M — motivation (what turns them on or what gets them going)

i think watching you be possessive is a real turn on for lucy gray.

N — no (something they won’t do, turn-offs)

she isn’t huge on edging— she’s more focused on overstimulating you until you can’t think straight.

O — oral (preference in giving or receiving)

i don’t think she has a preference. she likes giving just as much as she likes receiving.

P — pace (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

lucy gray can be either or. if she’s been desperate for you all day, she’ll fuck you hard but if it’s meant to be a romantic evening, she will take her time.

Q — quickies (their opinions on quickies, how often etc)

lucy gray adores quickies. she fucks you before her shows and likes making you watch her prance abt on stage while her cum is still in your panties.

R—risk (are they willing to experiment, do they take risks etc)

she’s a big fan of taking risks. i think she would be up for experimenting!!

S — stanima (how many rounds do they go for, how long do they last?)

lucy gray can go for ages. she’s super focused on you though, so she wouldn’t cum until you haves

T — toys (do they own toys, do they use them, on a partner or themselves?)

lucy gray owns a load of strap ons and she loves vibrating panties too; watching you squirm in your seat when you’re out in public. she’s such a tease, she would definitely turn up the settings just to get a reaction out of you.

U — unfair (how much of a tease are they?)

she can tease you for the whole day but like annie, she will always give you what you want in the end!!

V — volume (how loud are they and what sounds do they make?)

lucy gray isnt that loud. she’s self-conscious about her sounds at first but when she gets comfortable, shes spilling out soft whines that have you bucking your hips into the air.

W — wild card (random headcanon)

shes constantly buying you pretty little lingerie sets and she has you model them for her.

X — x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

she has a small patch of hair that she keeps nice and tidy.

Y — yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

lucy gray has a pretty high sex drive. she could go for hours and still be wanting more. overall, she’s a tad needy but you love her for that <3

Z — zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)

lucy gray could stay up talking for ages after sex. she never falls asleep before you do though

#the hunger games #grace talks🐚🌷#thg #headcanons #wlw #hc #hcs #lucy gray #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x reader #rachel xegler #fem!reader #blurb #writers #writers of tumblr

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 months

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Hey thank you for the links! They are working. Werewolf Sykes is sooo cool. And, I love dark fic so I thought the drabble was awesome. Pulling a gun on his s/o? Yeah. He would. His gentle, quiet, dangerous voice...👌👌

I had a dark thought, too. Warning for dub-con. If your family happened to owe Sykes a debt...imagine him demanding you as part of his payment. Promising them that the amount they owe will be reduced if they hand you over. He'll say you'll be working for him, helping with accounting and bookkeeping, that your services will take some of the weight off his shoulders...they can't see any other option but to accept.

He walks to you to his car, whispering silkily into your ear not to worry, all your needs will be taken care of. One of his big, warm hands on the small of your back as you climb into the back seat. Just a hint of a threat in his voice and his imposing size sending a shiver through you. You soon find out that the services he mentioned aren't exactly what you were expecting ;)

That's it. 😁 You must have some Toon Patrol asks then. 😁 I like the Weasels too, Wheezy being my fav. What else do you have asks for? It's ok if you don't want to share- I am just very curious. I have a feeling I'm going to like it here!

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my gosh.

This. This, this, this!!! There's nothing to add, its just- Ughhh, good stuff 👌 XD

Accounting 😏 and Book Keeping 🥰 I see.

And- yes!! I have lots of Toon Patrol asks! ^^ There is some other stuff sprinkled in as well though. Ooh you like Wheezy?? Sameeee XD He is so chill and in control 😏 While also being an unpredictable addict, which is very interesting XD

Here's the list!: (Apart from the OC stuff, the audience for which is basically @marinerainbow and I XD )

Doc and Sheriff from Cars x Reader x Chick Hicks. I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED TO WRITE THIS. I NEED TO SIT MY ASS DOWN AND ENJOY IT, I DUNNO WHY I KEEP PUSHING IT BACK!! @marinerainbow g i f t e d this ask to me, suggesting a reader who's so flirty with Doc and the Sheriff, because she likes them so much <3<3 , but who's getting nowhere with them because she's younger and they're gentlemen who would never 'take advantage' of her- when Chick comes into the picture and starts coming onto reader (He has no problem with the age gap 😅🤣). And she kinda has a moment, like... well, I'm not getting anywhere with the men I w a n t- so I might as well give this guy, who actually w a n t s m e, a chance! Right?? And then suddenly Doc and Sheriff are jealous XD

Another of her gift asks to me as a Professor fucking Callahan one where he treats Student!Menstruating!Reader better then all the other students XDD I c a n n o t believe I haven't written this yet. I guess I just feel guilty writing so much Cal (and Jim and Cruella and Otis- my f/os) 😅😅 The audience is real niche for them 😅😅😅

Horror Villains sorted by Love Language

A few Spotify Wrapped Prompts I still havent done 😅😰 (Maleficent, Psycho Weasel, Greasy Weasel, Inkubus, Clayton, and the Horned King).

Rufus Firefly thoughts! x2

@marinerainbow 's Slasher!Toon Patrol AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x2

Lady Tremaine and Madame Medusa thinking about reader while they're... self caring~ 😏 XD

Which Disney Villains would be up for a threesome with reader?? And with w h i c h other Disney Villains would they be happy to do it with? 😏😏😏

Ex!Freddy Krueger x Reader who's with someone else now but cant stop thinking about him. (God fucking damn him, right?? XD ) I actually have written this, but I made it r e a l self indulgent and the other guys is d e f i n e t l y Jim Bickerman (I mean- I didn't use his name- But I alluded to it XD Reader kinda goes 'J- ' and stops just in time XD ). So i have to rewrite it and make it a bit more ambiguous XD

Pervy Villains (Beetlejuice, Chucky, Freddy, Greasy, Hades (or Jafar. I'm thinking of swapping them), and Offenderman) reacting to noticing reader having a wet dream ~~~

#i hope you do like it here!! ^^ you seem lovely and we're happy to have you!! ^^ 💛💛💛

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mail-me-a-snail · 5 months

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for the fanfic ask meme: B, F, H, I, M, Q, R, S, T, U & V!!! c:

OH BOY <3

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

welllll the everyday miscellaneous was um 99% projecting. i was working thru some mental stuff n i really needed an outlet and bill tench was right there!

F: Care to share a favorite hurt/comfort fic?

does this mean one of my own or one i like. either way ill drop some reccs from both pools.

while im still reading @swearingcactus 's pick me up and memory downs, the hurt/comfort is so so tasty and i love love how the twist is sprinkled into the earlier chapters and its all starting to unfold.

apart from that, @civilization-illstayrighthere 's funny you should ask makes me want to BAWL. if u like the hurt/comfort of past inputs and a love thats a few shades from poisonous, this is the one for u.

as for my own, the your heart is on my sleeve series is just h/c after h/c with some major character death sprinkled in :P

H: How would you describe your style?

i write like im writing for an audiobook. i focus on how sentences would sound rolling off someones tongue, how theyd hit physically once said out loud, etc, because its one of the best ways to figure out how awkward a sentence might sound otherwise.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

sexual tension and homoerotic teasing but not full blown smut. love it when a character touches another person in some way that gets them flustered and red and then the author leaves it at that :3 so fucking delicious.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

one im working on rn has vance infected with a virus that slowly starts raising his internal body temperature degree by degree before he overheats and the virus resets to repeat the cycle :] he has to get it out before it reaches his brain

Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects?

blinks wetly. i dont wanna talk about it theres a whole sideblog dedicated to one of them. but also i had this fic idea where vance gets caught by militech and its this whole thing...theres also a handful of scenes i wrote where kerry goes to vance's apartment in the glen n discovers (to his horror) how many jackets his boyfriend actually has

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

samantha downing, suzanne collins, austin chant, helena fox, and tj klune are my biggest influences :3 fanfic wise, it would be the two i mentioned above and @glitchinginthegarden and you!! you august you!!!

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

when two characters r bitter divorced exes but theyre still madly in love with each other and HATEEE the fact that they are. i want them to hatefuck and be pissed off about it

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

please. lord god. stop woobifying villains. i would like them to retain the nuance they have in canon thank u

U: A pairing you might like to write for, but haven’t tried yet.

SILVERDYNE. i want 2 write for them so bad but i dont know what premise would be interesting to me. im rotating them certainly but nothing's come of it so far

V: A secondary (or underrated) character you want to see more of in fic?

where is rogue my friend the love of my life rogue amendiares

#asks #thank u for the deluge!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 #i hope yall dont mind the tags U_U...#edit i forgot to fucking answer the first one help me.

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obsessedaizawa · 2 years

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Alastor x Sick Reader - Pillow~Talk

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Hiya everyone! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ .・゜゜・ Long time no see! ・゜゜・．

✿ Got inspired at the extremely late hours of the night. ✿

★ Reason being? ★

✿ I have a massive headache. ✿

★ I also have a sore throat followed by a bunch of coughing. ★

✿ To sprinkle on this already bullshit of cake. ✿

★ A lot of sneezing and unneeded feeling's of being too hot or cold. ★

× If you’ve read this far I congratulate you. ×

▂▃▅▇█ Please have this cookie as a token of my appreciation. 🍪

▂▃▅▇█ Now without anymore nonsense enjoy whatever this is

◌ WARNINGS; Sick reader (obviously 💖), Soft cuddles, Heavy use of Swearing, Explicit details of being ill.

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Alastor's POV

Alastor was always in favor of surprises, even the ones that came out of nowhere. Narrow-minded wannabe overlord? Done.

One whom believes they can seduce him? Not even a second thought. What he was gonna walk into? Well he was always in favor of surprises? Right?

Y/N POV

"God dammit." I shouted to no-one in particular. Followed by loud obnoxious coughing.

I felt like shit. The kinda of shit that everyone hated. This was fucking hell right? So obviously getting sick would be something that would be fall anyone who stepped foot into this realm. I've been here for what? A couple of years, Of course it was my time to get brutally sick. I should’ve known Husk was sick just days prior. The damned cat bastard practically told me without having to say anything. Knowing my dumb ass-self would be too stupid to f i g u r e. i t. o u t.

As I looked at the clock, it read 6:30 .a.m. ugh- I decided to lazily get up from my once warm bed and make my way to my private bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw myself but worse. Wow with my raggedy ass H\C hair, Bags that were underneath my eyes, I could of swore I was a man. I mean did I change genders over night? What the hell happened in the last 10 hours?

I wonder what Alastor would do if he saw me right now. As that thought passed through my mind I felt the strong urge to vomit. I quickly got on my knees, lifted the toilet seat up, and started throwing up violently. ...

What the fuck you throw up rainbows in hell?!

...

Alastor's POV

I started the day as per usual.

Spin the records, Get dressed to impress the best, and go check on m y d a r l i n g f a w n before the hotel activities commence. As I put on my best smile I proceed to leave my quarters. There was only one thing on my mind, Ice cream for my dearest and coffee for myself to start the day.

Y/N has been practically been begging me to try this c o f f e e flavored ice cream. Usually I'm not one for sweets but it has me curious so this time I'll b i t e. As anticipation ran through my dead veins I strutted into my dearest quarter's and was greeted by an unpleasant sound. At first my mind was trying to comprehend what I just heard. Just like a drop of a dime there was that sound again. Which only confirmed that my dear partner in crime was indeed sick with some sort of virus.

Let's see what the damage is. As I walked further into her bedroom and gently shut the door behind me. I walked passed their bed and when I came across there figure, hunched over, vomiting out rainbows?

Husker briefly told me about his experience with being ill a couple of days ago. Charlie had to run admissions for new patients for about a week until the drunken old fellow was well again. I truthfully didn't believe him about the whole throwing up rainbows nonsense. No wonder he was being all pissy after that exchange. He wasn't feeding me any over-dramatic bullshit. In fact he was being incredibly true!

I walked closer towards my beloved, I didn't want to scare them so I waited patiently until there was a moment of silence. So I could pull back their hair. As I did so they faced me with a confused and angered look. One that I haven't seen planted on their face since meeting them. Well that was a first. As I was taken aback. Their features soften as they sighed harshly almost like it hurt to even talk. After a few moments of silence they spoke.

Y/N POV

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"Alastor what the hell are you doing here?" I conveyed above a whisper to not hurt my vocal cords. Alastor started to fondle my hair after that statement. Which relaxed me. Which I know he most definitely noticed.

"I came to check on you. Like I do every morning before I start to focus my attention on the Hazbin Hotel. However I'm going to have to cancel those festivities to tend to your needs love." Alastor said in a soft tone.

I picked myself up in a hurry as I waved my hands in front of me to protest. As I sniffled a little as I felt my vision become incredibly blurry. “No you’ve got shit you have to do. Don’t you worry I'll be fine, besides I'm probably going to be sleeping for the majority of the time you’re present. You'll practically be bored out of your mind.” I conveyed very firmly as I coughed violently and start to lose my sense of gravity.

Luckily though my deer boyfriend caught me before I hit any impact. "I won't be taking a no for an answer my dear, you are far more important then some silly hotel." Alastor replies firmly with soft radio filter. I plea to intervene, He holds out his hand in objection. Without a word or any warning whatsoever he picks me up bridal sided which leaves me too stunned to speak. He carries me to my bed as he claims;

"Yes I was looking forward to annoying Miss Vagatha to the point of corruption. What matters to me sweetheart is your health and your mental well-being so we can have many more adventures to come as my partner in crime." He lays me down gently on the bed, He tucks me underneath the sheets. I shudder from the once warm bed to a freezing nightmare. Alastor was surprised yet again. How could he know what was wrong usually blankets are supposed to keep you warm right? So why the hell was it so damned cold.

He lifted a finger to his chin as he pretended to be in deep thought. "What are your symptoms my dear?" He spoke in a gentle tone. I coughed harshly again I replied with; "I'm either hot or cold doesn't make a difference how many blankets I have, I've been coughing non-stop, sneezing religiously, and lastly if that's not enough throwing up rainbows which I didn't think was even a thing until now."

Alastor snickered at my last comment. Which made me feel the need to be sarcastic despite my nauseated-self. “You think this is funny huh? Wait until you get sick then I get to take care of my tall overlord boyfriend hmm?"

Alastor got super quiet and looked to the left. "I'm afraid to tell you this dearest, but unfortunately overlords don't get the pleasure of getting extremely ill." Alastor replied softly.

I on the other-hand was surprised to say the least but also extremely jealous. "Lucky I wish upon a fish I was an overlord." I teased as I rolled on my side to face him, Sticking out my tongue in a playful manner.

Alastor decided to sit on the edge of the bed. Instituted to softly hum a tune of old, Proceeded to run his fingers through my mop of hair. "Doesn't matter how many fish you wish upon you cannot change fate. You’re destined to be whatever it is this godly space wants you to be."

I yawned softly as I closed my eye lids, to dose off into a deep slumber. "You may rest easy for the next following weeks, days, minutes, and seconds. I will be here tending to you. Loving you. O n l y y o u . For the rest of my death years can buy me. You won't be alone or abandoned my little doe. I will be right here whenever you need me."

As Alastor's hands gently cupped my cheeks and softly kissed my forehead as I fell into abyss of

d r e a m l a n d .

After I fell asleep and awoke Alastor was there. He never left my side. Since my insomniac treasured overlord doesn't technically need sleep he was at my side every waking second.

Need something to eat? He'll grab it in a snap of his fingers.

Need something to drink? Even wishing upon a star wishes it could be so damn fast.

Need medicine? Puts The Flash to shame.

Need to talk about a n y t h i n g ? He's yours he'll listen to you ramble for an eternity.

Lastly need someone to cuddle with in bed to keep you warm? Surprisingly he didn't even hesitate, he just climbed into your bed and kept you warm for hours and hours on end.

He is so soft. He is so warm. He is m i n e ?

That sentence alone seems so foreign to even comprehend. As soon as those thoughts went into my ill mind. I was reassured in a heartbeat.

Alastor pulled me closer to his chest and conveyed in such a loving embrace, "I love you my dear, When you defeat this foe that's taken over your beautiful body, We will go get some ice cream and coffee together." I was in fact gleaming with so much joy that I squeezed the life out of Alastor's torso and snuggled into his chest.

I exhaled happily as I replied with a bubbly sick tone. "I love you too Al, More than you probably will ever know. I'm forever yours and I do mean that from the bottom of my oh dead soul.” I giggle softly and continue with; “I guess I better hurry up and get well again so you can try that coffee flavored ice cream." I claim as I close my eyes once more to rest.

I didn't realize it at the time, I could’ve swore I felt something wet land on my forehead. At the time I shrugged it off, Thinking that maybe there was a leak on the rooftop of the hotel that would need patching. Little did I know I got my deer beau to cry tears of absolute joy by my words alone.

Once I was cured of my ridiculous sickness, Alastor f i n a l l y tried coffee flavored ice cream, And dare I say that he absolutely loved it and went around for seconds.

I'm not one for surprises but Alastor taking care of me was the best unexpected surprise's I've ever had received.

THE END 🦌🍨 ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

✎ How did I do? Did I do well? ✎ Well hopefully I did decently because it's now currently 4:27 .a.m. ✎ I’m b e y o n d t i r e d. ✎ Anyways I hope all of you lovely’s have a goodnight/day ✎ (Totally depending on when you read this dumpster fire)

- Rachael/obsessedaizawa 😷💖

#alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x sick reader #alastor x gn reader #alastor headcannons #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #alastor x #alastor x oc #reader #x reader #tired #no sleep #need to go to bed #insomania #bipolar

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quodekash · 1 year

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All The Times They Haven't Kissed - FINAL UPDATED VERSION

(keep in mind this is subjective, it's just parts of the show where i reckon they couldve plausibly kissed but couldnt due to unfortunate circumstances)

(and as time goes on those "unfortunate circumstances" are more and more because they just. didnt kiss.)

Episode 1: standing close together with the flyers

Episode 3: Tinn's unsuccessful imaginary scenario #1 (tutoring)

Episode 3: Tinn's unsuccessful imaginary scenario #2 (earphones)

Episode 3: Tinn's unsuccessful imaginary scenario #3 (printer) (sponsorship induced kiss #1)

Episode 3: Tinn's unsuccessful imaginary scenario #4 (cooking)

Episode 3: Tinn's unsuccessful imaginary scenario #5 (the rice wiping)

Episode 3: Gun wiping rice off Tinn's face

Episode 3: dancing at the pool (pool, part 1)

Episode 3: p r o l o n g e d e y e c o n t a c t

Episode 4: the tree lift part (you know what im talking about)

Episode 4: Gun fixing Tinn's bowtie

Episode 4: "you mean the cake?" (no but seriously what WAS that??) 12.5. Episode 4: Gun cleaning Tinn's face (sponsorship induces kiss #2)

Episode 4: the photo

Episode 5: "I'm on your side"

Episode 5: the interview thingy

Episode 5: the end of the episode. you know what i mean. they were SO CLOSE (pool, part 2)

Episode 6: the very start (cont. #16 THEY WERE SO FLIPPING CLOSE) (pool, part 3)

Episode 6: "this is called maintaining eye contact" (WHAT WAS THAT)

Episode 6: Umbrella scene

Episode 6: mv filming

Episode 6: at the pool (pool, part 4)

Episode 6: that seductive aggressive-eye-contact chicken eating scene was weird. i feel like it would've felt less weird for everyone involved if they just kissed instead (sponsorship induced kiss #3)

Episode 7: at any point during the flirting montage

Episode 7: Romeo and Juliet "practicing their lines"

Episode 7: Tinn taking photos of Gun

Episode 7: taking the qr code photo together (unsuccessfully)

Episode 7: hand-eating shark nom nom

Episode 7: the end of the episode (pool, part 5)

Episode 8: Gun "cooling down" (pool, part 6)

Episode 8: while they're swimming (pool, part 6 cont.)

Episode 8: after swimming (pool, part 6 cont.)

Episode 8: walking around school, alone, in the dark, under the stars

Episode 8: sitting after walking around

Episode 8: Tinn cleaning Gun's face (sponsorship induced kiss #4)

Episode 8: FOREHEAD KISS??? (THEYWERESOCLOSE)

Episode 9: THE OISHI ICE TEA PART (sponsorship induced kiss #5)

Episode 9: Gun telling Tinn that he'll tell the world about them (he's literally standing on his tip-toes and holding the back of Tinn's neck)

Episode 9: sitting alone at night and Tinn asks to kiss Gun

Episode 9: sitting alone at night again but this time Tinn chickens out

Episode 9: notebook kiss (*cough*soundwindiditfirst*cough*)

Episode 10: standing outside Tinn's house

Episode 10: standing outside Tinn's house: hand kisses

Episode 10: standing outside Tinn's house: cheek kiss

Episode 10: standing outside Tinn's house: JAWLINE KISS???

Episode 10: Tinn feeding Gun in the music club room :]

Episode 10: "I just went to get you some food and drink. In case you're hungry." (YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO ONLY HUG HIM, GUN. THERE WERE OTHER OPTIONS.)

Episode 10: Sprinkle water (*cough*soundwindiditfirst*cough*) (sponsorship induced kiss #6)

Episode 10: standing outside hot wave (ngl tho that hug looked like a very comfy hug)

Episode 11: at the pool (pool, part 7)

Episode 11: we didn’t see this scene in the episode, but they probably could’ve kissed while they were getting the drinks after the big fight

Episode 11: the end of the episode part 1: the music box thingy (idk what it’s called)

Episode 11: the end of the episode part 2: “it doesn’t say anything about winning” THEY CAN BE TOGETHER NOW SO KISS

Episode 11: the end of the episode part 3 (look they had a lot of opportunity at the end of the episode): THEY LITERALLY LEAN IN AND THEN THEY DON’T

Episode 12: their legs were kissing. you know what part im talking about. like their legs were fully making out. so im counting this as a time they didn’t kiss.

Episode 12: THEY WERE ALONE WHEN GUN WAS TEACHING TINN GUITAR THINGS, JUST KISS

Episode 12: i know they kinda kissed after the cute little bike ride and when they took photos, but they could have kinda kissed about four more times.

Episode 12: see #56

Episode 12: umbrella scene??? (there are no original thoughts in this show, they all just steal from soundwin left right and centre)

Episode 12: SEDUCTIVE WHISPER??? (what did tinn say to gun there, i need to know please and thank you)

Episode 12: homophobia = scared of gay. thEY SHOULD KISS TO SCARE MEAN HOMOPHOBIC TEACHER OFF! (for all intents and purposes, this is a joke)

Episode 12: why didn’t we see anything of them practicing the song and tinn perhaps watching? there would’ve been at least one opportunity for them to kiss there (although i understand why they didn’t at prom (cos there’s an audience and also gun is performing and would have to stop singing in order to kiss) so it’s fine that they didn’t there, but they’re underestimating the power of rehearsals)

Episode 12: music box thingy part 2

Episode 12: the pool (FOR THE FINAL TIME???) (i really feel like they should’ve kissed at the pool for a number of reasons but that’s a post for another day) (pool, part 8)

Episode 12: the pool (THEY HAD A LOT OF OPPORTUNITY, OKAY?)

Episode 12: they lean in for a kiss AGAIN and STILL DONT. TOO MANY TIMES, THIS HAS HAPPENED TOO MANY TIMES, GUYS

We have a new winner on most times they didnt kiss! Episode 12 had 14 times! (and yeah, there were those four additional times they could have kinda kissed, but even without those it’s still at 10, which is more than the previous high score of 8). So that’s pretty interesting!

And now for...

All The Times They Have Kissed

Episode 12: THEY KINDA KISSED??? IT WAS ONLY A LITTLE PECK BUT A KISS NONETHELESS SO IM COUNTING IT

Episode 12: OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS THEY DID IT THEY ACTUALLY FREAKING DID IT

i was starting to doubt that they ever would kiss but its okay they finally did and im so freaking happy about it vhfbghrbhgrkb i love this show why is it over pls make it not over

(other times ships havent kissed in this show: soundwin and tiwpor)

#we were so close to 69. so close.#it was nearly funny.#i could probably find a way to convince myself that there's two more times but i wont #tinngun #guntinn #geminifourth #gemini norawit #fourth nattawat #msp #gun msp #msp tinn #tinn msp #my school president #my school president the series

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deathscn · 18 days

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A N O F F E R I N G it always seem to coincide with sacrifice.

trigger warning: death mention & drowning mention.

that's at least part of the definition in the oxford english dictionary. the presenting of something to the gods in worship or devotion; an act of sacrifice or oblation. and winter immediately thought, here we go again. he knew exactly what that meant. offer something near and dear in hopes that they could make a connection with their godly parents. and winter desperately wanted to get answers. he had so many question. but like chiron said, it was important for them to leave an open pathway between them and their godly parent.

the moment chiron and xanthe left, it was like everyone in the temple was thinking the same thing. did they have anything to offer? at least that's what winter was thinking. he watched as some started to leave, while others stayed. winter just stood there, looking over at the statue of his father. winter closed his eyes and let out a small sigh. he wasn't ready to give an offering, not now, not when he knew the one thing he cherished the most would be the thing he'd have to give up. a sacrifice of his own he wasn't sure he was ready to make.

winter walked out and made his way back to his cabin. there was no way he was going to do this. no way he was willing to sacrifice for the god that wasn't around. he did the hard thing already, at least he thought so. he drank the ambrosia, he felt that immense pain, he ascended to his true self by accepting the song in his veins, by becoming the prince of the underworld, the prince of the dead. what more was there to give ? and as he laid in bed, looking at the polaroid picture, he knew. and he wish he didn't have to do it.

but he had to do it. he had to make that S A C R I F I C E .

but winter wasn't sure he was ready to make this one. he wasn't sure he was ready to give him this offering. but he knew that eventually, he would have to.

he had been three days. three days of staying in his cabin. three days of pacing back and forth in his room, thinking whether he was ready to do this or not. but eventually, after night three he grabbed a little bag where he added all the things he would end up giving up, to offer, and he grabbed the little golden offering bowl that was in his cabin, and the most precious thing he had and walked out.

he wasn't sure what time it was, but it was dead in the night when he entered the temple. no one was around, but at this point he felt like most of his fellow demigods had probably been here already. eyes wandered and he looked over at the statue of his father. he walked over towards him and he set his things down. he kneeled before him, before he finally let his eyes wander up to look at the god.

" hi dad–– father.... papa? " he shook his head. this was weird.

" gods, i don't even know what to say, i was ready, had something prepared to say to you, but now i'm all––– " he fell silent. " i don't know if i'm good enough for this. i feel like–– i feel like out of everyone here i'm the weakest one. maybe that's just me, self doubting myself like always, being too critical of myself. i was not always like this. you probably knew that. but ever since that day, losing her–– " he looked at the photo, and he felt like this was going to be too hard for him to follow through. " why did you take her from me? " he cried.

" it should have been her here instead of me. i'm not–– i'm not good at this, " he whispered. he looked at the basket. he started to prepare everything for him. setting the golden bowl in the middle. he added the money in it, the last of the money he had from his other life, he sprinkled some of the mint leaves that he had been growing, and then he looked at the photo once more.

" you know, people say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes? huh, the day i died, when i felt the water filling up my lungs, when i knew that i would meet my fate, i didn't see anything. just my sister, holding my hand, realizing that our time had come. and instead of feeling scared, i felt peace. i was at peace with what would be next. and while everything turned dark, and i felt myself fade away, i woke up. "

he looked up at his father's statue, standing tall. winter got up, anger fueling him now. he tears didn't stop. " for a long time i carried this–– guilt. i carried it, pa and let me tell you, it's not easy knowing that out of nine people in that bus, i was the only survivor. i met death's door and yet was given a second chance. why am i so damn special, dad? why does it have to be me that has to carry the damn crown? " he yelled at him.

" i'm sorry, " he whispered. " i promised myself i wouldn't... "

he got down on his knees once again and he looked at his offerings for his father. and as he watched a few tears fall, he looked at the photo once again. " i think––, " he paused. " i think it's time i finally accepted that i am here for a reason. i'm been so angry for so many years; depressed for so many years... " he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the air fill him. " i stopped letting people in because i was afraid of losing them. all for self preservation, " he added.

he looked over at his bowl, grabbing it and extending it to the statue of his father. " i give you these offerings. the last of my richest from my human life, the mint leaves that i was able to grow from my plants symbolizing how i keep growing everyday as a godling, as your son, and i... i give you–– " he looked at the photo of his sister, the photo he carried in his clear phone case for so long. the last photo he had taken of her on their thirteenth birthday. " i offer you my most precious memory of my sister–– of your daughter. a sacrifice i'm willingly offering. the only photo i have of her here, in hopes that you see that i am dedicated. "

winter snapped his fingers and the tip of his finger lit up like a lighter. he touched the top of the photo, watching as it burned. " with the powers you've given me, it's time to give you something in return, " he whispered, holding the photo, looking as the film crinkle, burn. " i hope she's with you. i hope you get to love her like i did, " winter softly spoke. as the fire grew from the polaroid picture, he gently placed it amongst the other items he was offering. " as they burn and the fire grows, know that i will too grow. that the fire inside me will only get stronger. "

winter finally gets up, letting the fire in the bowl burn. the tears that stained him earlier had finally dried, and he picked up his small bag, getting ready to leave. " i know you're not the monster they depict you in these stories, dad. i know you have a heart too. you were the big brother of your family, just like i was. and i know you loved and cared for all of your siblings, just as much i loved and cared for mine. so i hope you're listening dad. you kept me alive for a reason. i won't regret it any longer. "

#godlingprompt004 #☠️ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ≻ prompt #☠️ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ≻ self para #welp i clearly stayed up all night writing this and my fingers couldn't stop typing so yea ummm thanks for coming to my ted talk #tw ; drowning #tw ; death mention

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