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thepastdied · 1 year

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No Filter p.2

Eddie munson × fem!reader

S M U T. MDNI. 18+. EIGHTEEN. PLUS. GOT IT!?

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You stood in your kitchen with a fresh cup of punch in your hand. You trailed inside shortly after Eddie left to the bathroom, desperately needing a cold drink to calm your nerves. You winced with each sip of your drink, wishing you just opted for a beer instead.

Eddie had been gone for not even ten minutes and you tried to not think about what he was doing in there. Maybe he was kidding about jerking off? He definitely didn't seem like it. You looked down at your cup and ran your fingers through the droplets of condensation.

Meanwhile, Eddie was sitting on the bathroom floor, legs spread out and hand still on his belt buckle.

"This is ridiculous…" He mumbled.

He couldn't get his belt undone.

Eddie had busted into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, ripping away at his belt so he could bust a quick one. And it's already been five minutes with no luck.

He palmed himself through his jeans and whined, closing his eyes and laying his head on his shoulder. His hands felt like jelly, fingers unable to loop into his belt and unravel it.

He groaned and smacked a hand on the floor before gripping his hands onto the sink and clumsily pulling himself up.

Eddie stared at himself in the mirror for a second, mouth formed into a small o and eyes squinting.

"You.." He pointed at himself. "are hot." He leaned forward and kissed the mirror before cackling. "She totally thinks you're hot…"

He let out an exaggerated sigh before fumbling with the door handle, pushing his weight on it a little too hard as the door swung open. He tripped forward and caught himself, breathing out a puff of air in relief.

You saw a glimpse of Eddie walk by the kitchen doorway as he exited the bathroom, quickly following him and grabbing his hand.

His head whipped around so fast that he winced and held his head, blinking a few times.

You giggled, slapping his arm when his eyes focused on you and he whistled, dramatically looking you up and down.

"Well hellloooo-"

"Eddie… no more drinking." You sternly held eye contact as he nodded and a smirk appeared on his lips.

"I mean it, Munson!"

"Okay, okay… jeeeeeeez.." He held his hand you weren't holding up and pulled you toward the front door.

"Wanna go for a walk with you…" He leaned his head down toward you, swallowing down a laugh when he saw some pink spread across your face.

The night breeze felt cool against your hot face and you took a few deep breaths. You were itching to talk about earlier, but should wait until the morning. But you really.. really wanted to-

"So you're crushin' on me, huh?" Eddie grinned and bumped his arm against yours, swaying your hands back and forth and bouncing his feet with each step.

You scoffed and looked away from him, your eyes trailing along the many cars parked along the secluded street. The houses were pretty far apart, only lining one side of the street.

"I mean, that's fine if you are.. cause I'm totally crushin' on you too." He laughed from his throat, smiling wide and feeling giddy.

You stopped walking and pulled him from the street, standing more toward where the cars are parked near the trees.

"Eddie…" You bashfully smiled and looked at him through your eyelashes.

"y/n…" He said back, tone mimicking yours and eyelashes batting.

He held both of your hands and pulled you a little closer, thumbs rubbing over your knuckles.

"Yeah.. you could say I've been crushin' on you. I didn't know you…" You shut your eyes and sighed. "I feel bad, Eddie. I didn't know you felt the same way. I kinda just… ruled it out-"

"Well.. I have, sweetheart. For a while actually.." He cleared his throat. "I uh…" His head tilted back as he looked at the night sky, trying to give his head a moment so he could speak clearly. His mind was still fuzzy.

"Since Robin and Steve introduced us at the Hideout…" He smiled and you watched the stars sparkle in his eyes as he observed them.

You were in awe and couldn't speak, so he continued.

"Never felt that way before… God, you looked so damn pretty." Eddie's eyes trailed down to you, head still leaned back.

"You were wearin' that light blue sundress… hah, stood out like a fuckin' sore thumb in that place."

"Eddie…" You whispered, biting onto your bottom lip as you felt your eyes sting and warmth spread across your chest.

"I didn't think you'd like someone like me.." You looked down and played with his rings.

"Why wouldn't I!?" He scoffed, eyes narrowing.

"Because I'm not that very pr-"

"If you say it, I'm gonna…" He pursed his lips and frantically looked around before spotting a tree branch and ripping a few leaves off. "- I'm gonna shove this in your mouth." He raised his eyebrows, waiting to see if you dared to even finish your sentence.

He hated when you talked bad about your appearance, because he loved absolutely everything about you. He just never got to say it with each time you'd complain about an outfit or how your hair was styled that day.

Your eyes widened and you watched him as he stilled, waiting for you to speak with a face that said 'don't test me'.

"Because I'm- hey!!" You squealed when he lunged forward, covering your mouth with your hands and giggling as he grabbed you.

You bumped into one of the cars and Eddie grabbed your waist to steady you, both of your laughs bubbling in your chest.

"Ahhh you're just so dang cute, look at you.." He moved one hand from your waist and pinched your cheek.

You groaned and shoved your face into his chest. Eddie hummed and placed a hand onto the back of your head, intertwining his fingers in your hair. You pulled your head up, chin still resting against his chest, gazing at his lips.

"You hungry or somethin'?" He snickered at you before you rolled your eyes and sat back against the car.

"Kinda.." You mumbled while glancing at his lips again, immediately feeling your ears get hot at your boldness.

He smirked, scrunching his nose before leaning down and lightly pecking you on the lips.

"Sorry, sweets. Gonna have to pay up if you want somethin' real." He crossed his arms and winked, eyes lazy and smile lopsided.

You frowned at him before going on your toes to kiss his cheek, feeling his lips pull into a grin.

You pulled back and looked at him expectantly. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the other side. You rolled your eyes and kissed the other side just before he grabbed your jaw and crashed his lips to yours.

He was, somehow, really good at kissing for someone who was inexperienced. He knew exactly what to do, and it made you so fucking wet when he ran his hand down your wide so rest just above your ass. You could taste the alcohol still strong on his tongue.

Eddie moaned into your mouth when you pulled his hair at the base of his neck, dragging him down closer to you as he roughly grabbed your ass. You shifted on your feet to rub your thighs together, your wetness already soaking through your panties. He shoved himself further against you and you could feel his dick pressing painfully against his jeans. You whined when he kissed down to your jaw and your ear, his hips moving into yours as you lifted one leg.

"Oh fuck-" He groaned and grabbed onto your thigh that was hiked up on his waist before aggressively picking you up and sitting you down on the hood of whoevers car that was.

"I'm gonna fuck you- right on this car.." He chuckled as he sloppily kissed your neck and fumbled with his belt.

All the air that was in your lungs was sucked out. God, you ached so, so bad. You could have came just from the view- his hair was a mess, lips swollen, face slightly pink, leather jacket hanging off one shoulder, and his t-shirt all stretched from you grabbing at it.

"Stupid fuckin-"

You leaned forward and swatted his hands out of the way, fervently undoing his belt and reaching your hand into his pants, palming him through his boxers a bit before dipping your fingers into the waistband.

Eddie slumped forward and loudly slapped his hands on the hood of the car, arms caging you in. His face was just inches from yours, eyes screwed shut as you began to pump him.

"I-if you keep doin' that I might… Uhhh fuck.. might cum.." He panted as you gave him a few more strokes.

He pulled away from you and scowled when you seductively laughed and nibbled his neck.

"Fuckin minx-" He grabbed your legs and pushed them up onto the car, spreading your thighs open before shoving his face into your pussy.

You shrieked and grabbed onto his hair, body falling back onto the hood of the car. He hushed you before his fingers pulled your panties to the side, mouthing and licking at your pussy like he was depraved. You covered your mouth with one of your hands to muffle your moans, thighs trembling as he smoothed his hands over your thighs and groaned into you.

He pulled back and lifted his shirt to wipe his mouth. You swallowed when your eyes raked down his bare torso before meeting his eyes as he hovered over you.

"Gotta make this quick, baby… don't know who's car this is." He huffed a nervous laugh and yelped when you pulled him into you by his jacket, exploring his mouth with your tongue as he groaned.

You reached down to his dick again and slid yourself down, rolling your hips against his leaking tip. He grunted when you took the tip in.

"W-wait. I don't have a con-"

"Birth control." You mumbled against his mouth before taking him in, wanton moans coming out of your throat.

"Oh oka- Holy fuuuuuuck." He choked out a groan and dropped his face into your neck, panting with each roll of your hips.

Eddie suddenly felt self conscious. He didn't know what to do. What if he thrusted the wrong way? Was he too small? Maybe he should just eat you out instead. Wait- unless he's bad at that too. This is a bad idea-

"y/n…" He whimpered.

"F-feel so good, Eds… so deep.." You grabbed onto the back of his neck, sultry moans coming out of your lips right in his ear.

"Yeah..? Y-you like it? Really?" He perked his head up, some confidence pooling in his chest as he let out a low, rough moan that bubbled out from his chest. He roamed his hands around your body, grabbing at your tits and sucking on the swell that popped out of your bra.

"Ah.. God… uh-huh… love it."

Eddie pulled his body away from you, your arms moving down to his forearms as his fingers dug into your hips. He slowly grinded against you, watching as your face twisted when you panted and moaned his name.

He clenched his jaw as he sharply fucked into you. You yelped in pleasure and he stilled, arms trembling before he did it again, and again, and again.

"It's s-so wet… all f'me? — uh-huh? God… ohgodohgod— fuck.. you love it–" He purred.

"Shit i-... Jesus I t-think I'm close–"

"Wrap your legs around me, baby"

"F-fuck you're so b…beautiful"

The car was rocking back and forth, squeaking with each hard thrust of his cock into you. He grunted, and groaned, and growled. His erratic breathing matching with yours, it was a great sight. You were so, so close..

"Eddie you're.. so, s-so good… I wanna.. ughhh wanna cum on your— ohh-" You felt the coil tighten.

"Oh.. my… god.. you- you just got so tight–" He rasped, breath getting caught in his throat and eyes widening.

Eddie's thrusts got sloppier the closer you got to your peak, his erratic breathing abruptly stopping before he fell forward and began relentlessly fucking you through both of your highs.

He gasped out a strangled moan as he rocked the car back and forth, your legs wrapping around his waist as you mewled and babbled praises into his ear.

"Please…tell me that this isn't a dream.." He mumbled, eyes closed and mouth slightly open.

His chest heaved as his body went limp on you, face nuzzling into your neck and kissing a trail up to your lips.

"It's very real, Eds. You just drank like.. a lot." You snorted out a laugh and kissed his chin as he grinned at you.

"Still feel all fuzzy n'shit.." He hissed as he pulled out of you.

He pulled off his jacket and used the black and red plaid undershirt to stop the cum from dripping from your thighs. You twitched when he touched your leg and he looked at you, panic apparent on his face.

"No-no it's fine. Just sensitive.." You waved your hand and smiled when his face twisted into realization, nodding as he cleaned you up.

Eddie hummed as he leaned into you, a dopey smile on his face as you grabbed his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss as he clasped his hands behind his back.

"Your fucked out face is s'pretty~" His eyes sparkled as he looked down at you, your hands still on his cheeks.

You scrunched your nose and jumped when you heard a loud laugh, whipping around to see Robin walking down the street in your direction, yelling a way too loud "bye bitch" to Steve.

Eddie's eyes bulged out as he quickly smoothed out your dress and threw his jacket back on, bunching up the shirt he used as a cum rag and stuffing it under his arm.

"Oh- Hey guys!" Robin waved over to you as she came up to the car, pulling out her keys.

"I-is this… your car?" You slowly lifted your hand and pointed to the vehicle.

"Yep! You know how I finally got my license last month? Welp- finally got this bad boy. Was gonna surprise you-" She slapped her hand on the roof and smoothed her hand over the surface, looking at it fondly and smiling to herself.

"It's awfully squeaky– ow!"

You elbowed Eddie in the ribs before pushing him aside to walk over to Robin, casually talking to her about the car before she made her departure.

" 'It's awfully squeaky'– really?! " You stomped up to him and bit your cheek when he doubled over, cackling like it's the funniest thing in the world.

"You're… so weird." You cringed at him before grinning ear to ear.

"Mhm…" He sighed dramatically and stretched his arms, looking at the sky and then down to you, and then back to the sky again.

"Can't believe that out of aaaaaaaall these stars, I got the best one." He gave you a silly smile and poked your nose before kissing it.

You whined at his cheesy-ness before giving him a quick kiss and pulling him back toward your house.

"We should shower once everyone leaves… all sticky and sweaty and yucky-"

"We?" His jaw dropped and his eyes widened as you nodded and smirked.

He let go of your hand and started running up the walkway and into your house.

"Alright everyone! Party is over! Get the fuck out!" His arms were sweeping across the air in the direction of the front door.

You gaped at him and put a hand to your head.

"Eddie!?"

"You got like- 10 seconds!"

"Come on, come on, yep, move your legs- that's what they're for–"

Everyone filtered out of your home as you stood there in shock, watching as Eddie bowed at the front door before slamming the door shut and spinning on his heels to face you.

"Let's take a shower, sweetheart." He smugly smiled as you licked your lips.

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starliights-shining · 1 year

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Bayverse drift, crosshairs, and Sideswipe

W cybertonian crush who calls them nicknames in other languages that they don't know? Like, Mein liebe (my love) , Mahal ko (my love, again), hermoso (Handsome), Liebling (Darling), beaue (Lovely)... Just any sweet nicknames in a language he doesn't know shit about??

Reader just loves telling the mech their feelings straight up, and the darling doesn't even know

What would his reaction be when he's informed of the translations?

Hellloooo, sorry for the wait! I hope this is what you were looking for and expecting. Request are still open if you like what your read or have a request. Enjoy :)

Pairings: Bayverse Drift x Reader, Crosshairs x Reader, Sideswipe x Reader

Warnings: Poorly translated languages(sorry in advance),

Drift - Mein Liebe(My Love) and Liebling(Darling)

You spent most of your time on Earth in the German countryside, considering you arrived right after WWII. So in time you learned the language, and with the many different drivers you’ve had, you’ve experienced and heard many different things, but the sweet nicknames your long term German driver gave to their lovers just so happened to stick with you.

“Mein Liebe!”

After jumping out of the driver side door and into their lovers arms, the image was sweetly sickening, but how you longed for your turn.

You remember when you received the message from Optimus about other autobots being out there. You were with the same driver, and boy had it been a long time. The children were crying in the back as your radio transmitted the message.

“Warum ist Ihr Radio durcheinander? Dieses Stück Schrottauto!!”

Their hand coming to smack down on your dashboard, what the fuck. In that moment you transformed, throwing the two adults out and holding the small children. Your feet stuck to the concrete of the highway, and their words hit hard, you were no piece of junk. You sat the children down, giving them a hard look before transforming and leaving.

You may no longer be in Germany anymore, but you still spoke like it. A thick accent when speaking and along with the occasional German words, but with the group Prime had configured, everyone was different. Especially this one bot, Drift. He also had somewhat of an accent, and was all about tranquility and whatnot, kinda the opposite of you. You remember the first time you called him Liebling.

He and Hound were getting into it, something about a flower in the wind, loyalty and fear, some haiku. When Hound threatened to drop a grenade down his throat over it, Drift pulled his swords and started on about threats when your servos grabbed at his shoulder plating, pulling him towards you.

“Liebling, cool it yah! He can’t comprehend such great poems.”

Optimus then started on about something. Drift dropped all arguments and just looked towards you, a smile coming from you and you both just looked back to Optimus.

The second time just happened was when you were both battling in london. He was in the blast radius of a con attack, being thrown back and you witnessed it. Running over to help him, your processor not being able to pick between german and english curse words before you made it in earshot of him.

“Mein Liebe! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?”

Your servos move him around as he groans. He was too dazed to fully recognize what was going on, He had only picked up on Meine Liebe, that was new. A foot soldier that had been with you since the battle laughed a little. Your optics moved to look at him, a concerned look.

“‘My love’, what are you two in a relationship?”

This must have been what shook Drift from his daze. My love, you have been calling him My love, he felt honored.

“Well, It was easier to say when he didn’t know what it meant, soldier”

Your optics moved back to look at Drift. He was smiling at you, his body seemed to relax.

“I'm honored to know you call me that, My love.”

Now it was your turn to smile at him, He finally knew your feelings.

Crosshairs - Mahal ko(My Love)

Crosshairs was no shy bot, so when you showed up. He felt the urge to question you, make sure you weren't a ‘backstabbing con’. Which with the circumstance of your arrival it made sense. You had taken your time with showing up, but once he saw you transform, and the nice placement of the autobot symbol on your chassis, he knew you were somewhat okay. He found you interesting, the way you didn’t speak like the rest, the way you were just something else, it was kinda fascinating to him. You were fascinating to him, and that nickname you gave him, it sounded special, far too special for him. He didn’t do research, opting to just let you tell him when you're ready, and boy did it happen.

Minding your business, he makes some sort of gun, when it all blows up in his face. With an upset noise he turns around. Waving his servos around like it was nothing.

“It's okay Mahal ko, you’ll get it next time.”

The words of encouragement just weren't enough to get him to go at it again, instead his optics landed on you and in an instance, he had some questions.

“What does that even mean? You say it often, but not to anyone else. You calling me a name or something, cause if so i’ll,”

He cut himself off, you were simply just smiling at him and he was threatening you. You optics closed, you trusted him far too much.

“You are just something else,”

Your voice was so sweet, never weavering, never sounded bitter, he simply couldn’t get enough.

“If you wanna know so badly, It means my love.”

“My love, do you have some feelings for me or something?”

You smiled, he was so clueless. He stared at you, optics steady scanning your face for lies, but there were none.

“Nah, I don't believe you. What is this for you?”

“You're always asking what's in it for you.”

“Because there’s gotta be something, ain't no way you aint getting something outta this.”

“Nothing in this but you, your feelings.”

He stops, he always says let's use words but this time he was out of them. Your feelings really took the words outta him.

Sideswipe - Hermoso (Handsome)

With the rise in autobots showing up after Primes message, bots from all around the world and universe were showing up. One of the bots from around the world was you, coming from South America. You’d traveled around the world, but there was something about Spanish that just sat right with you. It felt so normal, so when you developed feelings for the bot you were constantly paired up with, you just got used to calling him handsome. It just wasn’t in english.

You two were cornered in a run down building, it was a two on four moment. You two were bumped back to back. You loaded your fusion cannon before speaking.

“How are we doing this, Hermoso?”

Your optics narrowed as you tried to pinpoint where they'd come from. Your servo lifting up your cannon. He laughed at your question, you could hear the smile in his voice.

“However, we must.”

He leaned his helm into the back of yours, almost to reassure you that the two of you will survive this.

“Hey, I’ve got a question, just in case something happens.”

You thought he’d ask how you wanted your sent off to be, and that's what filled your head before his question. You wanted him to be the one, the one to carry you, the one to remove your autobot symbol, the one to give your last words. You were taken out of your thoughts when he started talking, a light hearted tone.

“What’s Hermoso mean and why do you only call me that?”

You felt him lift up his swords and turn his helm to look over his shoulder plating. You laughed, just like you would if he told you a funny joke about brother.

“It means Handsome, and why only you, because you’re handsome, Harmoso.”��

You turned around to face him, a smile on your face as he turned around on his skates to look at you.

“You clever bot.”

A smile appearing on his face as well, you simply nodded and closed your optics.

“I like it, now I’ve gotta have one for you.”

“Aww no need for that.”

You started moving back, the silence from no cons was starting to get worrying.

“Of course there is, you gave me a cute nickname, I gotta give you one back.”

“I'm sorry, are you reciprocating my feelings right now?”

He shrugged at you, before skating off. He was reciprocating your feelings.

Hound - Beaue(Lovely)

Hound had his shotgun pointed at Crosshairs helm, all the autobots were on the ship, and Crosshairs was kinda bullying the humans.

“Come on, let's use words.”

You reached around and placed your servo on the gun, pushing it down while whispering something to Hound.

“Beaue, let's calm down now.”

The group disperse, you and Hound, and the rest in pairs. You don't remember what you were looking for, but you just remember Hound clearing his throat.

“Huh, What’d you say?”

You tear your optics from whatever you're looking at to him.

“I said, what does that name you keep saying mean? Is it someone you're looking for.”

You laughed, placing your servos on your hips as you looked around.

“I'm not laughing, I wanna know. If I can help or not.”

“It’s not someone I'm looking for. It just means lovely. It's what I call the people I like.”

You got closer to him, you thought about touching him, placing your servo on his shoulder or arm, but with such high tensions from surroundings you decided against it. So you decided you’d explain what like meant in this scenario.

“Like, love, hints why its ‘my love’”

“You like me? Hard to believe, when there's a war going on.”

He turned around and continued to walk.

“Well war doesn’t stop love Hound.”

You laughed, and continued to follow him. You could further explain when you guys weren’t on some enemy ship.

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dreamgothgirl · 1 year

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For the First Time: König X F! Reader

Inspired by the Mac Demarco song of the same name

Idk I just hear him when I think of this goofy ah ball of anxiousness

A/N: Hellloooo~ so sorry about the delay for the second part of tensions, I’ve just enrolled in college, got a year older, AND have a brain malformation now so LMAO sorry but shit happens. I’ve also been trying to not let it have lazy, subpar writing so it’s also a matter of quality. I hope this can somewhat suffice for the time being. Sorry this is lazy I just wanted to write :(

WARNINGS: mostly sfw but implied NSFW, suggestive themes

18+

Reader does not have a specific race but is POC friendly as always :)

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He felt like he was in a dream. He had to have been dead on the field to be experiencing this, right, he thought. König never saw a woman as gorgeous and godly as you. A deity; an otherworldly being. You had to be. Everytime he saw you, it felt like the first time.

When you gave him that knee-weakening plea in your eyes as you suckled his thumb and whispered a quiet but lustful, “Please, mein herz.~”

Fuck, he was glad he’d taken the time to teach you his native tongue. It rolled off yours so perfect and melodically like the Gregorian chants of Notredame. Ethereal while it left a haunting but pleasurable tremble run through him to make him feel reborn again.

If he had to choose, König’s favorite parts of you would be your hands, lips, and skin. He didn’t believe you; he even laughed when you told him you were insecure about your skin the first time until you began telling him all the struggles that came with its color and culture.

Everything you assumed you had every right to hate because of it it, König adored. He loved learning about everything you and your people were and accomplished just as much as you liked learning about his own heritage. Even the bad parts he woefully lamented about when that bridge was crossed.

Your hands that caressed his insecurities, scars, and lines on his body before holding his face and playing with his hair drove him wild. There weren’t very many times where he wouldn’t put you in a trance from the longing lust in his seductive eyes when that happened. One of you ended up on your knees every time.

Tonight, those emotions ran fiercer. Your touches were accompanied by the coolness of your new dainty diamond engagement ring while the fiery desire from his fingertips burned and stung your skin like a jolt of pleasurable electricity. It all played like a lucid dream. Unreal, heavenly, and almost like every motion was mirrored like an ethereal fantasia dream sequence.

The synchronization of your sounds was a sensual cacophony of what König would call true love. You; safety and freedom. He whispered against your neck while he peppered delicate, passionate kisses, “I’ve wanted you for so long, meine leibe. I was so scared you’d never feel the same. I’m glad…so glad.”

Your back arched into his body as you exposed your neck more with a hot, breathy moan, “König…you’re all I want. You’re all I’ve wanted..all I’ll ever want.”

His large hand took your own, locking your fingers together as he rutted his hips into the hot space between your legs, slow but assertive, “I’m all yours. I belong to you know, mein leibe. I’ll take good care of you, blume. I’ll never let another man take you away from me.”

The deep growl in his possessiveness made your stomach flip and your thighs squeeze his hips, followed by a whimpering moan, “F-…fuck. I wouldn’t let that happen, daddy. Never.”

His eyes darkened and you let a much louder moan escape your throat in surprise as he gave one strong thrust, “Say that again,” he commanded.

You whined and he slapped your naked thigh, “Quickly. Don’t tease me, darling. Say it.”

“Im…I’m yours…daddy.”

He shuddered and you held back a moan at the jingling of his belt and zipper, “That’s right. Das ist mein mädchen. Now,” he whispered against your stomach, pulling your panties down your already trembling legs, “Lass uns anfangen.”

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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hey, I'm not sure if your requests are open, but if they are, I'd like to request a eddie x reader :) reader is best friends with chrissy, but still shy & in the background. i'd love some intense & oblivious mutual pining between eddie&y/n & friends to lovers. Chrissy knows about y/ns feelings bc it's really obvious, tries to include eddie to kinda make them spend time together, y/n is jealous bc she thinks eddie is only interested in chrissy, so maybe some friendshipangst but happy end <3

eddie munson x shy!fem! reader + mutual pinning

hellloooo anon !! my requests are open just for untitled small-ish (actually lengthy) imagines & blurbs!! not the oneshots (those are usually up to 5k words)

i do hope you like this !! <3

kinda suggestive in the ending ;>

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it was kind of awkward at first.

you’ve always been the quiet and reserved type of girl. shy in most parts when it comes to social interactions, you’ve always stayed inside of your comfort zone, still afraid to come out. nothing was wrong with that! it’s just that sometimes— you wish you were more than this quiet best friend of chrissy cunningham’s. yes, chrissy the head of the cheer team. chrissy the kind and sweet girl of hawkin’s high. chrissy was an amazing best friend, she was the only person who could understand your comfort of silence, being understanding and never judging why you were like this. it’s just you.

and here you are, school ending, linked arm to arm with her as she talks side to side with eddie munson. eddie munson, the supposed ‘freak’ of hawkins high. the devil worshipper, the drug dealer— the dnd club leader and dungeon master— stated by dustin. eddie’s a sweet guy since the first you’ve met him in class. he’s a class clown, likes to goof around the teacher’s back, intimidates maybe some few students with his style, fucks around with jason carver and sometimes causes a havoc inside of the cafeteria. he’s funny, good-looking, kind and—

you like him. yes, you have a crush on him since day one. the day since he had absently helped you clean up the classroom after hours. you two spoke, only for a bit, but you got hooked since the moment he made you laugh. and that was it— he probably doesn’t remember that moment but that set the course of your secret crush on him. which is a crucial secret you’ve harbored today— or so.

“it’ll be cool! this’ the one time to get you girls a peek of what i actually do for fun than sell shit here.” he shrugs, walking backwards as chrissy rolls her eyes at him. you only let a small smile on, seeing the interaction between them. “and i swear to you, chris’. gareth rocks the drums, no kiddin’, total badass.”

“you want us? me and y/n to go to your gig inside of a bar, eddie? do you know how’ll that look like?” she laughs as eddie shrugs, completely unaware how that’ll look. two girls inside of a bar, full of drunk men. to say, it was very surprising the queen of hawkins high had befriended the boy, unexpected it to you as well.

“i don’t know. well, makes our five person crowd turn into seven, which is better—“

“and haven’t you thought of the creeps and drunks in there for us?” she raises a brow as eddie scoffs at that. looking smug.

“please! if you’re worried about jackasses getting up on ‘ya, you have four men on guard and that includes me.” he gestures to himself proudly as chrissy sighs.

“c’mon, chris’! loosen up a little, get drunk while we play and it’ll be the best night of your lives!” eddie roared, earning a few snickers and glares from the students passing by. he didn’t care about that as you watched him dearly, whilst chrissy was shaking her head. admiring his smirk and eagerness for you two— well, maybe just for chrissy, to come.

“eddie. as much as i like to go to your gig tonight. i just don’t think—“

“oh, c’mon. we’ve hanging out since— since, you’ve been pulling me to your hang outs. isn’t it my time to ask you to hang-out?” eddie hummed as he walked along side now. putting his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets. you stared ahead, letting them talk with one another. a little sting in your heart that you wished eddie would have that same energy to you. mostly he’d just acknowledge you were there beside chrissy, they were close as you can tell. you didn’t know if it was you or not— but certainly you knew he’s got eyes for your best friend. isn’t everyone?

as hurtful as it is to your feelings for him, you just bottled it up knowing none will happen otherwise. eddie was kind to you, that was most important, and you were fine being the extra in the little tension between chrissy and him. you just wished you were more outgoing to match his personality— but fate was like this. you’d accept it, not wanting to hope for more— hope for him to look at you like he looks at chrissy. you could feel the bitter taste in your tongue as you swallowed up the heartbreak inside of you. you just wished you were… more.

“earth to y/n? hello?” a pair of fingers snapping in front of you made you jump a bit seeing eddie beside you with a grin. your heart thumped as you tried to remain calm, a heavy whiff of his earthy fresh cologne engulfed your nose alongside the scent of cigarettes and hint of weed, you guessed. god, he smelled good—

“y-yes?” you stammered, looking up to meet his eyes. you swore you felt mushy seeing those doe brown eyed orbs stare at you with a glint behind them. eddie seem to pause a bit as he smiled at you sweetly.

“do you wanna come tonight?” he asked, tone low and soft this time than a while ago. “my gig— tonight. since your bestie don’t wanna— but it’s fine if you don’t want to—“

“i’d love to.” you answered quickly, blushing afterwards hearing yourself too excited. “i-i mean, yes.” way to go. you sighed to yourself, feeling a little embarrassed.

“that’s cool. yeah, fucking cool.” eddie bit his lip as he turned to chrissy with a smirk now. chrissy had a huge smile on her face as she stared at you, seeing you all shy and timid around him than usual. she rolled her eyes at eddie as you watch them quarrel again.

“are you sure, angel?” she asked you, pushing eddie’s shoulder when he was about to cut her off.

“she’s sure, chris’!”

“i’m sure.” you nodded, feeling a little bashful that he’s beside you. the warmth of him driving you crazy. you could feel him lean forward, his chest brushing against your back as he stuck his middle finger to chrissy, gesturing to his win. you swore you’d turn into a puddle how close he is. chrissy seemed to grin at the two of you, opting to dismiss the thought in her head as she focused on the annoying metalhead.

“fine! you won this time, munson. we’ll go.” chrissy shoved his hand away as eddie pumped his fists up in the air. you giggled, snuggling beside chrissy as she sighed at him.

“i’ll pick you up later?” she offered and you nodded. unlinking your arms, knowing you have to go back home to find an suitable outfit.

“i’ll call you.” you affirmed as you hugged her goodbye. chrissy kissed your cheek as you turned to eddie. oblivious knowing your best friend was watching the way you curled your fingers, knowing you were nervous. she smirked at that.

“i’ll see you later, sweets.” he winked as you nodded, waving him goodbye, feeling your stomach flutter as you walked away.

eddie watched you with longing eyes, your quiet and timidness as cute factor he so adored, remembering the moment chrissy introduced you to him. chrissy eyed him with suspicion now, oh, it was very obvious— so stupidly obvious how the two of you were pinning for each other. just that she knew something was blocking the two of you from confessing and it was hurting her head! you and eddie looked perfect for each other— and she was going to make it her mission to get you two going on for tonight.

“i say watch the way you look at my best friend, munson.” she teases as eddie blushes, eyes widening as he scoffs, feeling embarrassed he’s been caught or so.

“what the fuck do you mean?” he dumbly scratches his head, acting oblivious as chrissy taps her foot, rolling her eyes at him. idiot.

“nothing.” she walks away, leaving eddie to ponder what the hell did she mean by that. chrissy grins to herself, knowing well what to do now.

•••

“they’re gonna start!” chrissy says, sitting right next to you inside of the hideout. the bar was somewhat decent, it was for drunks— that you knew seeing it was crowded, but decent enough that you two got a seat closer to the stage. the dim lights shined before them seeing the logo of the drum-set came into life. corroded coffin was written on it, proud and very rock looking as you waited for them to finish setting up. you were excited, so excited seeing him perform. one of your daydreams come into life.

“whatdya’ think about eddie performing?” chrissy smiled widely as you shrugged.

“he’s…” you didn’t know what to say as eddie turned to the microphone, a wide grin and a new aura coming from him. you were stars trucked, he greeted the crowd first, some had cheered on and others were intrigued. the main kicker for your beating heart was the moment he shredded his guitar after gareth’s counting, you swore you’d faint on the spot. chrissy cheered on as you stared at him in awe, seeing him look so in his place, a glimpse of what more you can see in eddie.

and it made your heart burst happily.

the crowd cheered to the next three songs they did. all covers from their favorite bands— eddie sang them all, sweat beading his forehead, his shirt clinging to him tightly as he gripped the microphone, his gestures lit up the room as you watched him. smiling widely, as his gaze tore to where you and chrissy were seated. you froze on the spot, not knowing where his eyes stayed if it were yours or to chrissy. you didn’t know really. his eyes seemed to hold something, unspoken, but loud enough for you to know it was something. it was you, was it? was it—

no.

your mind shouted, you looked to the side to see your best friend smiling widely as ever. you looked back to eddie as he no longer stared to where you two were seated. no, he did not look at you. your mind screamed again. you were just here— because chrissy agreed to be here. you were just here. your heart started to melt, you could feel the awful vile lump in your throat seize to make you cry with your own thoughts. eddie doesn’t like you— he doesn’t. you’re just chrissy’s best friend. that’s all you��ll ever be in his eyes. you gulped, noticing as eddie said goodnight to the crowd. they cheered, clapped while you forced yourself to straighten your posture now. how stupid you are to be heartbroken for a man who doesn’t even know you— or know your love for him.

so stupid.

“that was so cool!” chrissy squealed as eddie exited the stage. the other members went straight to your table. chrissy stood up giving each an hug, how smitten they are to be in the presence of her, looking all giddy that the queen of hawkins high had watch their gig. you sat there, quietly, fiddling with your hands, knowing no one would acknowledge you— since they don’t even know you. it was typical, and you were used to it by now.

“sooo…” chrissy started, sitting back as the others told her they would be by the bar. “what did you think of eddie right now?” she wriggled her brows.

you blinked, not sure where this is going. “he’s…w-well, more eddie?”

“angel.”

“ok, he looks cool.” you offered, glancing behind her shoulder to see eddie laughing along with his band mates while he drank a cold beer. his mullet a little haggard from his head banging a while ago. you pursed your lip, admiring him from afar.

“really now? just cool?” she teases.

“i-i don’t know—“

“you find him cute, huh?” she pinches your cheek as you swatted her hand away with a pout, shaking your head.

“oh, c’mon. we’ve been friends for years, angel. i know—“ you quickly pinch her lips, afraid someone might hear that assumption. it was already embarrassing as it is that you were lying to her.

“chris’, please!” you scolded, your pout growing. cute.

“ok, ok, ok. i’m just joking.” she defends, a plan in her mind erupting as she pulls you up to stand up. you look at her confused as she grins, gesturing to the bar. “we have to greet eddie! you’re the one who wanted to see him perform.” she reminded you.

“w-wha— ok, fine.” you sighed as chrissy turned back to capture eddie staring at the two of you. eyes staring at the oblivious you. she grinned again, pulling you towards him, a vacant seat in the middle, a luck for her mini-plan to succeed.

“hey, chris’!” eddie greeted, hugging her as chrissy patted his back.

“you look so cool, munson! not bad.”

“yeah, yeah, yeah. thanks.” he smirked as he turned to you. you temporarily froze for a moment as chrissy urged you to sit beside him while she stood between the two of you. a little irritated she was seeing you two hinder down. like idiots in love! she huffed as she broke the longing silence.

“y/n thought you looked cute today.”

“c-chris’!”

“cute? really? that’s a first. i’m flattered, sweets.” eddie laughed as you averted his gaze. a blush arose to your cheeks, it felt warm as you glowed underneath the dim lights. eddie watched in silence seeing you look around the room, your expression still a bit flushed, you looked too cute when you’re so shy. god, his stomach was feeling funny today.

chrissy couldn’t take it anymore! she grabbed eddie’s arm to pull him away somewhere. eddie was taken by surprise, disappointed he was pulled away from his gawking. she knew you wouldn’t admit your obvious crush you have on the man— though, eddie on the other hand, she knew he would at least have the balls to ask you out if she tells him. he was pretty obvious too.

“the hell was that, chris’?” he sighed, crossing his arms. you watch in distance seeing your best friend and eddie talking with each other at a far distance. you sighed, the vile feeling of jealousy in your gut erupting again.

“i am done with you two. i’m sick of it!” chrissy declares. eddie shoots a puzzled look as chrissy pinched her nose. “if you like her eddie, then ask her out!”

“wait— that’s n-not… i don’t have—“ he blushes, glancing back to you for a moment.

“cut the bullshit please. sometimes, as a certified wingman, i get tired seeing you two hiding it when it’s so painfully obvious.” she sighs as eddie’s eyes widened. you two? hiding it?

“us two? let me get this straight, chris’. i think i’m the only one who’s been hiding it.” he declares, you would never go for him! and he applauds chrissy for being so observant that she knew he’s got a little crushie on you. it always seemed like you didn’t want to talk to him from time to time— averting his gazes, quiet and short conversations, always avoiding him. he was sure you were just swallowing it up to be friends with him because of chrissy. “and i don’t think she’ll ever go for me if you think that—“

you watch in silence seeing those two talk. you sighed to yourself, alone by the bar, fiddling with the napkins now. you felt yourself slowly feel tired at this— wanting to go home and cry. you stood up, heading to the bathroom to freshen up a little, planning afterwards to say your goodbyes to chrissy and the others. the night already tiring you. you need to a grip of yourself. and you couldn’t hold back your disappointment as tears slipped from your eyes, quickly shutting the door behind you.

“it’s true, eddie! i swear!” chrissy argues as eddie shakes his head. no, there was no way you liked him! no way! chrissy might be just fucking with him.

“don’t bullshit me—“

“i am so not, munson! if you think she doesn’t like you, well, i’m reminding you she’s gets too shy around you. i know her.”

“how the fuck am i supposed to believe you?”

“if you go after her then you might as well ask her, herself.” chrissy crosses her arms as eddie snickers.

“this is too— too unbelievable. i don’t want my hopes up.” he mumbles, feeling a little insecure. no one wanted him— he was the freak! a drug dealer and an outcast. he lives in a trailer park and is still repeating his senior year. you deserved someone so much better than him.

“i am not putting your hopes up, eds. when it comes to y/n and you— i very much like to see you two together.” she confesses, offering a comforting smile. eddie licks his lips, the taste of beer and the sweet memory of you gawking at him while he’s on stage pressuring him to go back and talk to you.

“i mean it, munson.”

“yeah. i know. thank you.” he smiles, sighing to himself. for being an idiot for holding himself back.

“go. i’m sure she’s waiting.” chrissy urged as gareth came passing by.

“your friend’s been in the bathroom for a shit long time by the way.” gareth points to the restroom as chrissy looks at eddie worried.

“go!” chrissy urges, knowing that place would be private enough for both of you. eddie nods, walking hastily to there as gareth looks at the situation confused beside chrissy.

“what was that?” gareth sips his beer as chrissy sweetly smiles at him.

“getting your best friend his first girlfriend.” she grins as gareth spits his beer out of shock.

“sweets?” your head shots up from the sink as you heard the door knocking, you shut the faucet off as you wiped your stray tears away. it was pathetic, you dressed up for him— thinking something will happen. you bit your lip, hesitating for a moment. it was embarrassing to face him when you just cried for him.

“y/n? sweets? can i— this will sound weird— can i come in?” he coughs, your eyes widened, he sounded desperate which made you worry. eventually you unlocked the door as eddie came stumbling with an apology as he shuts the door quickly. leaning back against it as the yellow fluorescent light shined at the two of you.

“u-uh, is there something wrong?” you asked, fiddling with your hands again, feeling nervous. eddie stares at you, seeing the dried up tears stain your cheeks. have you been crying? his sense of protectiveness bursted as he cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears off as his brows furrowed.

“someone made you upset? was it a old geezer or a drunk?” he asked, catching you by surprise as you quickly shook your head. what was happening?

“i’m fine, eddie. it’s j-just me.” you meekly confessed, averting his gaze yet eddie stood closer, staring at you with seriousness.

“you?”

“yeah… it’s kinda stupid.” you laughed quietly as eddie grinned. still cupping your cheeks as you blushed at his touch. warm and calloused, it felt oddly tingly as you squirmed in his hold.

“don’t like you seeing you upset.” he mumbles, looking back and forth to your lips. “i’ve been meaning to tell you— something… chrissy just gave me the reality-hit of a lifetime.” he confesses, detaching his hands from your cheeks as he turned to sit on the toilet seat as you waited for him. are they together? your mind wandered as your heart clenched.

“yeah?”

“i—“ he stutters, grasping your hands now to his. pulling you close as you stood between his legs. feeling a little cramped in this restroom. your heart stammered as butterflies filled your stomach.

“i was going to ask you out. on— on a date. i like you, y/n. chrissy told me you liked me, and i-i was wondering—“

“w-wait!” you stammered, he stopped in his words, dread filling his stomach. was it not true?

“y-yeah? shit, sorry— i should’ve…” eddie rambled on as you processed the words coming out of his mouth. chrissy told him? told him that you liked him? you were shocked, you kept this secret for the longest and chrissy knew this whole time? you wondered back when eddie started hanging out with you two. did that start there? nevertheless, you were shocked. shocked at how sneaky she knew!

“and it’s fine if you don’t like me— i get the feeling chris’ thought otherwise and i-i’m sorry—“

“eddie.” you breathed out his name, he stopped, feeling like a spell was cast on him when you uttered his name like a aphrodisiac. he felt his spine tingle as he shut up quickly. you lean down, seeing his pupils turn black at how close the two of you are. you were tired of having to hold back now— so tired of waiting as eddie’s heart thumped loudly.

“y-yeah?” he whispers as you put your hands to rest on his shoulders. he was so desperate, seeing your lips part as he felt the alcohol in his veins make him extra horny.

“i like you too…” you confessed, eddie shuddered at that, relieved. so relieved that he surged up to capture your lips to his. you gasped, his tongue went in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bending down as he hold on to your hips. you moaned, the sweet daydream coming to life. you were kissing him! finally kissing him! and he liked you! his tongue circled yours, sloppy and desperate it is as his hands squeezed your side. both feeling so drunk and high in the chemicals in your bodies. like as if he had smoked something— that was ten times better. it was all you. your scent, your touch, your lips— everything of you was a drug to him.

he had to thank chrissy later.

you broke away first, exhaling air as you confessed again. “i thought you had a thing for chrissy. b-but me?” you blushed as eddie grinned, pulling you to his lap as you sat comfortably. eddie swore he’d have a heart attack now.

“baby, chrissy’s like a sister to me.” he laughed, cringing at the thought of him and your best friend together.

“but same thing, sweets. thought you didn’t like me that much.” he laughed as you giggled. “but you were just shy, huh? shy for me, baby?” he said confidently, kissing your neck. you whined, his warmth overwhelming as you giggled at how ticklish you are there.

“i’ve liked you for the longest, eds.” you caressed his hair as he hummed, hugging you tight. “just d-din’t know how to say it.”

“should’ve kissed you sooner.” he mumbled capturing your lips again as you caressed his rosy cheeks. he felt himself melt on you as you teased him. he felt so mushy underneath you as you breathed out his name. this wasn’t happening was it? it’s all his dream? kissing you in a bar restroom that kinda smelled like shit? totally romantic. things got hotter as you whined against his lips. feeling a little frisky as eddie smirked, grinding up as you gasped at the hard feeling.

you blushed, knowing what was underneath you. the feeling too overwhelming as you hugged him tighter, knowing hell what he was doing when his hands descended down to your ass making eddie smirk, feeling so smug now. he grasped it confidently as you scolded him, blushing furiously. your shyness seeping back.

“e-eddie, we can’t!”

“i’m making up the lost time, sweetheart. keep that mouth quiet for me, hm?”

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say, thank you, chrissy!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagine #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡#eri’s request box 📦 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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sleepyomi · 1 year

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quality time with the hq!! boys

a/n: hellloooo and welcome back to the love language series! other parts can be found in the series masterlist, physical touch was at 450 words and counting??? like holy shit y’all and then acts of service is like 2 away from 200. I’m literally blown away so here’s quality time!

up next is words of affirmation!

akaashi —

cafe dates, going to a new bookstore together, studying for an upcoming exam at the library. any miscellaneous task he could complete by himself is improved when he has you by his side. if you’re a more extroverted person, he’s happy to go with you to the park, or a game, but loves the tiny moments in between when you’re having dinner together or walking hand in hand after school.

kunimi —

loves to walk with you whether it’s because there is somewhere to be or just to enjoy each others company. to school, from school, after practice, before practice, early morning or late at night, he enjoys your presence. nap dates are a must. he enjoys getting snacks with you after school when he doesn’t have practice and going back to his place together after games even though he’s exhausted. loves getting a meal with you if he can during the weekends, but if not it’s cool! he’s literally just down to do whatever with you.

lev —

your own personal leech. he just always wants to be around you. will understand if you need your space, but if you don’t then expect him there. loves to train with you, and do your homework together even if it’s you tutoring him. he once jokingly only replied to you for a day in Russian after you scolded him for cursing and it became a thing. he started teaching you it as a joke but now loves the way he can speak with you in either language. likes to go to games together whether it be one he’s playing in or another teams. invites you over for family dinners, especially once you’re more fluent and is starry eyed the whole night watching you converse with his loved ones.

semi —

generally just LOVES being around you. likes to sit beside you at lunch even if it cuts down his lunch time to go find your class. always uses studying or homework as an excuse to spend extra time with you. calls even when your both busy or having a rough day and won’t say anything but just be there in silent support. will always FaceTime when he isnt with you and before a game. studying with you is one of his favorite pastimes, and he’s typically more productive during it as he always ends up thinking of what you guys could do together afterwards making him work quickly. like I said, just generally loves hanging out with you, no matter what, when, where, why, or how. he’s down.

hanamaki —

your built in best friend, whether it be teasing oikawa at lunch together, gaming on the weekends, or taking naps together after practice he is all for it. will take any and every excuse to hang out with you. he has to run an errand? suddenly a two person job. you came over to study? well that was exhausting so now you both just have to take a nap and YIKES that took a long time so I guess you need to stay for dinner too. will then walk you back home after. he’s both super low key about it and not, literally loves having you around. makes long days spent together seem like an accident due to bad planning, but it’s actually the opposite which you figure out quickly after the sixth time it’s happened.

do not copy, claim, or repost my works as per @sleepyomi

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #hq!!#haikyuu!!#akaashi keiji #hanamaki takahiro #kunimi akira #lev haiba #semi eita #akaashi x reader #hanamaki x reader #kunimi x reader #lev x reader #semi x reader

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alexanderlightweight · 10 months

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hellloooo. do you have any dragon alec in your little treasure chest? i love him and cat magnus being cuteee

i wrote some just for you! here we go i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine!

Magnus is gone when he opens his eyes

That’s the first thing Alec realizes even as his vision adjust and he can see for himself the lack of a body next to his own.

It’s the reason why he wakes.

The heart of his hoard is gone, away from Alec’s protective adoration and covetous claim. The knowledge of Magnus somewhere else — somewhere without Alec — is intolerable enough that Alec’s instincts threaten to take over. He wants to burst into his largest form and fly until he finds Magnus, destroying every single thing that is between he and Magnus.

But he can’t, because Magnus is most likely in Pandemonium which means that Alec can’t just destroy it. Not when it belongs to Magnus and is something he built, a sign of his power. To harm it would be to harm Magnus’ reputation and to put him in danger from those stupid enough to think it a sign that Magnus was weakening.

Still, threats are a distraction that Alec finds unnecessary. He’s much rather simply enjoy his days spending as much time with Magnus as possible. Which Magnus knows. Which makes the lack of his company and presence even more upsetting.

Clearly Alec hasn’t been communicating as well as he thought he was, which is disappointing but hardly Magnus’ fault.

Clothing is confusing without Magnus so Alec just goes with a pair of the sweatpants Magnus summoned for him and a hooded vest that still smells like sandalwood and sweat and magic.

It’s with Magnus’ scent in his nose that he follows the trail of Magnus’ magic and loops the path of the portal into a mirror that he steps through. The floor is cool and hard under his bare feet and Alec frowns as flashing lights, raucous noise and the scent of far too many people hit him all at once.

It’s possibly the worst experience Alec has had and he’s suddenly very grateful that all the times he’s come, he’s been a dragon and warded by Magnus’ presence and magic. As if it, Alec very narrowly avoid killing three people and maiming another dozen before he get to the point where Magnus’ magick thickens.

There is security here and when they try to stop him, Alec growls and lets the threat of his voice rush over them. It works well enough and then he’s up and in the high room that surveys the rest of the club from a large window and a glass floor.

Magnus is alone on his throne, but there are throngs of people around him and Alec loathes to see it. Magnus is practically surrounded and Alec can taste the greed and lust and envy in the air. It infuriates him to the point where Alec is just about to rip the nearest person’s spine through their neck when Magnus’ voice catches and stalls.

“Alexander?”

—

Magnus is stunned to see his boy, especially when he sees just what Alec is and isn’t wearing.

Alexander is in sweatpants and one of Magnus’ workout vests and only that. He has no shoes and from the delicious outline of his pants and the unzipped front of the vest, he has nothing else on either.

“Come here darling, I’ve missed you.” Magnus is helpless but to offer his hands and wait greedily for Alexander to come to his side. It infuriates many of his guests, but that’s to be expected. They don’t know who Alec is to Magnus and they certainly don’t know what he is.

“You didn’t wake me up.” Alexander says and Magnus pulls him to sit next to him, marveling that Alexander came out by himself — to Pandemonium no less — in human form.

Just because Magnus left and didn’t wake him up.

“You were too adorable to wake, darling.” Magnus admits shamelessly, “I couldn’t bear to see you pout at me for more sleep. I would never have left our bed.”

“I’ll sleep here then. I’d rather just come with you instead of waking up because I realize you’ve gone. Wake me up next time.”

Magnus hardly has a moment to process that very tired and sleepy speech and then Alexander is moving Magnus to the side of his own throne. There’s a minute where the very air is charged as the court meeting with Magnus pulse in confusion. Even Magnus is confused and then Alexander curls up — folding his large, long and still human limbs— and lays his head in Magnus lap. His cool breath tickles the bare skin of Magnus’ stomach and never before has Magnus ached so deeply as he does now.

The signs of Alec’s draconic nature are no doubt on his thighs and shoulder-blades right now, hidden for the moment by thin material. Likewise, the scales that normally dapple his jaw and cheekbones are only crowning his brow and lie hidden behind soft, dark curls.

Alec has rarely looked so human yet rarely has he been so clearly other.

It’s with possessive glee that Magnus allows himself to pet Alexander’s hair — his fingers finding and playing with the scales on Alexander’s nape — and return to the matter of the downworld.

A dragon counts Magnus important enough to it that immediately upon waking, he was hunted down.

And Alexander craved Magnus’ company enough that he suffered crowds of people and interaction in human form, just to sleep curled up in Magnus’ lap with Magnus’ hand in hair.

Whatever the smile on Magnus’ face says, it causes those around him to avert their eyes, apprehension in their postures.

Magnus however, is quite pleased. Pleased enough to let out the deep, rumbling purr that's been building since Alexander's head was pillowed on Magnus' thigh.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #the taste of his magic #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #malec

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Hellloooo, I love your Price daughter x Makarov fic. Question, Is Tina (Reader's stepsister, if the name is right), and Reader close with each other? or Tina or Reader is distance to the other one or both are just distance with each other, I wanna know more about the steps families relationship with both Price and Reader <33

Hey first of all tyy 💓☀️

I think their relationship is stained by their parents. Yk they could have a close bond since they both dont hate each other. Reader was so exited to see Tina when she was born and even if Tina doenst admit it she thinks her older sister is so cool.

The Problem why they arent so close are definetly the parents, while Price wife ( now ex wife) doenst hate Reader (not like Cinderella) she isnt practical fond of her and isnt afraid to tear Reader down infront of Tina.

"She is still gone Mom, I think you should Tell Dad"

"Dont worry sweetie she probably just run away with an older man like always"

And the other thing is Reader is a bit jealous of Tina. Price teached Tina how to shot someone, goes to her fencing events, graduation etc. While Price cant make it to any of Reader's events.

So I think they could have been very close if their parents wouldnt be so shitty sometimes.

Enough rambling 💜

#cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #call of duty #tf 141 #john price #captain john price #makarov x you #makarov x reader #john price drabble

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yongislong · 2 years

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bunny.

wc: 2,283k genre: jeno angst/fluff/comfort/established relationship

cw/note: insecurities, hurting self by punching, mental health issues, bad coping habits, bruise mention, depression, overthinking, anxiety, isolation, skipping meals, slight weight loss mention i think, father issue uh that should b it i think, very self indulgent, reader has curly hair bc i never see curly hair rep on here

jeno had a feeling about you.

he wasn't stupid. i mean, it's not like your intention was to fool him or test him into thinking he was not giving you enough attention and therefore leading him into showering your being with a plethora of compliments and reassurance, he gave you enough of that already without being asked. it was just you. and you weren't okay. and to him that wasn't.

he knew everyone had their bad days, fuck even bad weeks, but this was something different.

he'd never seen you at your worst, like how you had admitted to him you'd used to be when you guys first started dating. you were scared he wasn't going to want to deal with your chronic isolation and hatred once the time came as it always did, but he just smiled that smile and told you he wasn't going to let you get back to that point ever, you were allowed to slip but never ever go back.

and now watching you walk around the house hunched over with clothes three times your size draped over yourself, he'd noticed about 4 weeks ago how your very strategically chosen outfits had slowly started to manifest themselves into just pulling on anything that hid you the best. as well as how your curl routine has slowly minimized into just washing your hair and hoping for the best.

he could see the slip from the very beginning.

"hellloooo bunny, how was work?"

god that nickname....

"what do you think?" you breathed out

oh.

he knew working in a restaurant and being a full time student had caught up to you just as you felt yourself feeling good again.

he could see it in the way your eyes had become glossed over yet dimmer basically 24/7, the way a bruise showed up on your temple near your eye and more recently left thigh, and the way you wouldn't let him get to close anymore.

he missed showering with you, cuddling you close to his heartbeat, especially when you put your entire body weight on his chest witout remorse or insecurity.

that brought him an undeniable amount of comfort and butterflies only you could provide.

how he missed your eccentric style and full, bouncy, curls he loved to play with whenever you granted him the privilege.

he'd never admitted it but he gained a lot of confidence by loving you. he grew prouder of himself and had an unbreakable amount of confidence. because if somebody as gorgeous as you loved him for being himself, why wouldn't he?

you were so unapologetic when he began falling for you. always laughing loudly, being affectionate and caring no matter who the person was he didn't like this very much when you let renjun sleep on your lap because he was sick, you guys weren't dating yet but in his mind you were his lol

you were the most interesting, cool, lovely, humane and genuine person he had ever got the pleasure of meeting.

an absolute rockstar.

this feeling only grew as your adoration for each other progressed

"how did the universe come up with you bun, hm?," along with a soft grin, was one of the first things he said to you mid ramble about greek mythology and the nana anime series on your first date.

you fell first but he fell harder.

and now here you are.

mortified. so angry at the idea that you pushed into yourself. how every happy moment you've ever had could never be true happiness, just a sense of contentment. as soon as you begin to fit the puzzle pieces together, you felt completely stupid. unworthy. underserving.

you began to over analyze every interaction, every part of your face, hair, body, emotions, clothes, hands, stance, walk, everything.

how could jeno or anyone else for that matter, ever genuinely love you or at the least tolerate you.

you couldn't live with yourself so why should anyone else.

you manifested this sour taste by bringing your fists to any part of your body you could reach, showering in the dark jeno would kill you, doing your skincare facing away from the mirror, skipping makeup to avoid glancing at yourself, not wearing rings to divert attention from your hands, making sure you're the last to leave the lecture hall to avoid judgements and refrain from meals whether that be accidental or purposeful.

what hurt most was your need to distance yourself from jeno altogether. it was hard. it hurt you and it was by no means easy.

you'd scoot away, he'd pull your wrist and smother you in his arms.

he'd begin to feed you once he catches on from your friends that you'd seemed faint recently.

he'd install a waterproof nightlight in the shower when he noticed you kept showering late at night.

you kept this self-punishment as far away from jeno's all too loving stares as much you could.

you thought it'd been working, slightly oblivious to the implications of his doting due to your newly added shifts and end of semester essays.

however, you had made the mistake of wearing shorts one day due to the lack of long pants in your pj drawer. you hadn't worn them since you started feeling this way.

one: because you couldn't stand to look at yourself and two: you hadn't shaved your legs since this started either.

you spent the past couple of months swaddled in layers of clothing regardless of the weather so, it couldn't hurt wearing shorts for a couple hours...

jeno claimed he was going out to eat with the gang so, you had a couple hours to kill and shorts didn't seem like the biggest problem considering your current state.

frizzy hair tied up to hide the lack of product plumping your ringlets, 4 pink star shaped pimple patches scattered on the plains of your cheeks and chin, rough nose from the blackheads that formed from your lack of face masks over the weeks and giant old hoodie printed "i heart dilfs," that yuta gifted you for white elephant one christmas party, feet clad in one rainbow toe sock and one sushi printed sock.

cute or crazy?

you had mokyo blasting from your noice cancelling headphones while trying to reach the small hello kitty coffee mug in order for a pick me up.

unbeknownst to you, jeno had arrived.

your name got caught in his throat as his heart almost leaped out of his chest with how cute you looked trying to reach your favorite mug, muttering about how the coffee is already getting cold and how 'why does he insist on hiding this stupid mug from me...' with a whiny, husky tone.

he snaps a quick picture and strides over to you reaching his hands to the side of your waist, slightly squeezing noticing a little less squish :( and lifting you up to claim your cup.

"AHH WHAT THE FUCK...WHAT THE FUCK!"

"its me!!! its me, its just me my love," jeno said in between giggles.

you instinctively wrap your arms around torso after you slip your headphones onto your neck.

you couldn't hid the blush on your cheeks and the breathy, shy giggle that escaped you, "jesus jen, at least give me some sort of sign to let me know you're home instead of scaring me half to death you freakzoid..." you say, ending with a slight grimace.

he howls in laughter, the kind of laugher where there is no sound. its just him swaying back and forth while clutching his stomach. his long bangs cover his eyes as they swing with his body movement.

"FREAKAZOID?! bunny... y/n, are you ten years old?!" he emphasizes his love for the joke by wiping tears slipping down the corner of his eye near his beauty mark.

you couldn't help but join him in properly laughing.

"okay then, see! that's why you shouldn't scare me, it inhibits my ability to articulate my disdain towards you," you said narrowing your eyes while slightly pouting. this made him giggle even more, both of your laughters blending into the kitchens air as mokyo continues to slightly play from the headphones draped on your neck.

he lifts his arms up in defense, "yeah yeah, seems you're doing alright little miss/mr dictionary," a moment of comfortable silence passes wherein you both continue to softly chuckle and smile before he confesses:

"i missed you."

"wh-it was 2 hours jen and you were with MY competition... jaemin is lucky he's getting to go sneak on a date with you since i've been so busy."

"you know thats not what i mean," that soft smile sent your body warm. he glanced down at the bruises on your legs you had become oblivious about due to the shock of his surprise and following banter. his eyes faltered and his smile fell slightly.

he'd known.

there was no point in faking it.

the doting you'd found insignificant two weeks ago had now been clearer to you since a couple days ago, as you finally decided to flick on that doggie shaped nightlight he put in the shower, a revelation came.

you realized the shower light was because he knew you'd been avoiding yourself

the incessant feeding wasn't just him being annoying

his clinginess wasn't a direct result of your absence in the house.

yes he missed you and of course he'd grabbed you first chance he got regardless but there was something different about this than his previous smothering. rather it was a need to show you the love you thought you didn't deserve, and that people close to you cough dad cough had told you you didn't deserve for some reason smh.

he was tired, almost as tired as you during these times. but he wouldn't let you see that, he couldn't. not when he knew you were doing 10x worse. in these moments he'd put himself last.

taking a shaky breath, you exhaled painfully. it softened his eyes and brought a slight flick downward on the right side of his pink lips.

"oh pretty...c'mere"

you covered your face with both hands and sobbed as he slipped off the music from your neck and pulled you into his chest, smoothing your spine and back of your head.

"mmmhh i know, i know...just take it easy....tell me when you wanna"

he swayed you slightly and continued to whisper comforting mantras in your ear all the while leaving trails of kisses from your jaw to the edge of your left shoulder or scattering them on the temple with the healing bruise.

a while passes, he spends the rest of the night showering you with compliments, while making funny and slightly rude LOL jokes about your father and anyone else who's ever made you feel like you didn't deserve every ounce of doting, support, hype, comfort and laughter.

he showered with you, nightlight on because he didn't wanna push you too much in one day, he removed your pimple patches, any traces of mascara, rubbed your skincare on in perfect order and gave you his favorite pjs.

you couldn't help but feel bad, but as soon as he saw you lift a finger even from his peripheral vision hes insane to help him, he lighting swatted ur hand away while putting on his best 'mean face'

his mean face was... not mean.

it was a combination of him squinting like he can't read a chalkboard across the room and that slight pouty/sulky face he does whenever he loses a game to haechan.

none the less he carries and plops you, fresh faced and dewy, onto your shared bed, littered with plushies and the giant pink floral comforter he picked out.

you wait patiently wondering 'what more could he possibly do?'

"muahahaha," he waddles in the room way too happily as he brings forth the crate of all your curly hair products, brushes, diffusers, etc.

"darling what are you doing," you say nervously as you stifle laughter, "you've done more than enough i mean-"

"mwahhh," he lands a big smooch on your lips to silence you, "just. accept. the. help." he lands a kiss on your face in between every word. he sets the basket on the floors as he sets a throw pillow near the corner of the bed next to the crate.

"sit, i've seen you do this a billion times, i bet you $10 its gonna come out perfect," he sticks out his tounge.

he spends the rest of the night slowly brushing and scrunching your hair while you vent to him about the past two months.

he listens intently, and gives you a kiss on the crown of your head and rubs the sides of your arms when he notices it gets to a particularly hard part to talk about.

he was enthralled by the way you spoke so vulnerably about your family issues, your depleting self confidence, everything really.

you turned around to face him fully, both of you guys' eyes glossy, "i'm sorry if you ever felt like you needed to help me, im sorry if you ever got tired, or drained, or sick of dealing with me, im sorry you have to pick up the pieces of other peoples mistakes or misspoken words that i've carried into into our relationship, im sorry i cant see myself the way you do, just know that i'm trying and for the first time in my entire life, because of you, i have begun to see myself differently and have learned, if you can love me, then i should love myself because, you're pretty cool, pretty boy," you lightly giggle and sniffle the tears away.

"y/nnnnn how cheesy," he said with a croaky voice through tears.

you knew he'd give you a more proper response once he wasn't on the verge of a breakdown. actions speak louder than words, you knew he loved you more than enough.

you slept well for the first time in a long time, so did jeno now that he was granted permission to fully hug and cling to you again.

"i deserve this," you said mostly to yourself.

"yeah...mhh...you do...so so pretty....go to sleep lovebug" jeno answers half awake as he pulls you closer by your hips and nuzzles his black fringe into you neck.

slinging your leg over his waist to circle his fingers over the fading purple bruises.

oh boy. you're in for it now.

closing note: this is my first full fic... omg... its v messy but i hope u enjoyed! ik its kinda heavy hitting but i feel like s lot of ppl have been going through it lately including myself soooo a little comfort never hurt anybody haha, lmk what yall thought! i tried to make it as gn as possible even though it was kinda self indulgent as well as trying to stray away from physical descriptors besides hair, this is a safe space and i want my writing to portray all sorts of people even if i dont actually relate to them or go through their struggles, i want everyone to be able to see themselves in my writing! stay happy, healthy and safe! take care of yourselves

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