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bunji-enthusiast · 2 months

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Hello, I hope that my message reaches you, in general, here it is. Platonic Catnap x fem!reader, she is Catnap's caretaker, she makes sure that Catnap is healthy and exhausted, reader works with him at night, due to the fact that the reader has insomnia, she can not sleep for a very long time (by the way, because of this, she was chosen as Catnap's caretaker), so she can keep up with Catnap, but she can sometimes pass out, which is why you can't wake her up for a long time, and she sleeps in ridiculous positions, which caused a lot of awkward and embarrassing situations, it’s funny that the only thing that can wake her up is some kind of quiet sound. Now about the reader herself, she is calm but sarcastic, and a big workaholic, she is a very responsible person, and someone who never misses work, unlike other caretaker's smiling critter's, she is antisocial and rarely seen, reader can only be seen at work, or around Catnap, or both, so Catnap and reader always avoids the event together until Dogday and his caretaker find them, reader is mostly alone and she is only friends with Catnap, Dogday, and his caretaker, although reader does not show verbal affection, but her actions show how very cares a lot about Catnap, they are the type of friends who just sit for hours together and are silent, doing nothing, but they feel comfortable about it, reader sometimes falls asleep next to Catnap, because of the feeling of trust, and security, well, and also because she likes the smell of lavender, and it calms her and puts her to sleep. Everything was going well until the reader realized ... that the toys were alive, she initially thought it was some kind of advanced technology, animatronics, but when she saw one of the toys eating or bleeding ... she began to suspect something, and becomes more suspicious, the management/superiors noticed this, and decided (fortunately) to simply fire her, forbidding her from approaching Poppy Playtime, because of this she lost contact with Catnap, except for the caretaker of Dogday, after that ... Catnap decides to arrange an hour of joy, because the only thing that kept him from this was the reader, but since she is no longer there ... there is no point in delaying this moment any longer

Thanks in advance for writing

Stranger To Home

Note || ya’ll have IDEAS, I’m jealous. Anyway hope this was okay :>

WC || 1,718

Sleep wasn’t a gift made for you, you never had truly earned it. Many of your co-workers would call you a night owl, but you simply had lost all motive behind those intentions to actually care for their words. Or anyone else’s in particular, you just wanted to work your shift, get the job done and clock out. Though, in retrospect with your tendencies to stay up so late, even shifting into any other time of the day – it is befitting to be labeled an insomniac. Which had you guessing as to why that was your superior’s decision to assign you to CatNap, to be his official caretaker.

You groan, for once in a while you have truly broken your stoic facade. Your hand wanders over to the broom, ready to clean up the mess advertised to you.“If Jessie was smarter than this, then she really–” An unnatural sound had struck you from your focus, you turn to see CatNap laying on the floor, legs folding and head tucked just like a true cat would be in. You could never get over how wide of a gaping mouth that he wears.

“So silent.” You whisper, rolling your eyes as you go back to focus on cleaning up the mess in front of you.

You wished you were more prepared to be faced with the grievances of his appearance nevertheless, but he was simply an animatronic, nothing you couldn’t handle. They just wanted you to take care of him, make sure all was working correctly and right. Couldn’t help the fact that he too was an insomniac just like you. The superiors certainly had an eye for pairing people and things together, but you weren’t sure how well you get along with CatNap.

Strangely enough nonetheless, CatNap seemed to be so lifelike for being a giant animatronic. Nothing to mull over anyhow, you just wanted to get your job done.

His presence was a comforting one though, you could multitask and get jobs done quicker that way. You never really hung around in one place for long, neither had he, only in the case of actually being seen sleeping on-top of one another – like a cuddle pile. Like many of the smiling critters, he had an assigned smell, something natural that they would emit.

You really liked the lavender, however you would never admit that to anyone but just you and him. It was comforting, which had helped you to sleep most of the time. Help anyone be unlucky to cross paths with you when you didn’t get your much needed sleep. Your emotions were much more terse and more so colder when you haven't slept properly.

You continue mopping the mess in front of you, sweeping it into the bucket and letting it dry after a few uses. “CatNap, get yourself up. Need to move to the next location.” He rumbled and purred, shaking himself off as he sat up, hind legs folding into a straight stance. You almost forgot how large CatNap and the rest of the smiling critters were.

Speaking of which, you had needed to check in on with DogDay’s caretaker. You didn’t want the sunny dog’s caretaker to be lagging behind in their duties, no doubt with the children however. Something to worry about when you are finished with this anyhow, you need to maintain your work ethic. Which seemed to be ridiculous in hindsight, but you were being paid, and the colorful themes and the children in Playcare placated your being for a moment's time of peace.

You walked and walked, weaving effortlessly as you have before so many times. You recall your superiors, saying that you had a better planning of one’s time to get your own work done. Which in turn had raised your paycheck, surprisingly that had happened for once in your life. Your efforts being recognised and being paid like you were supposed to be.

“I’m gonna assume you're crawling on the side wall,” You sigh, holding the mop firmly in hand as you walk along the hallway. Posters and plenty of colorful lines decorated the walkway, “CatNap try not to hurt yourself, we don’t need a repeat.” You raise your brow, tone steadied to be a monotone one. A loud rumble was emitted in response, your once lifted head had dropped back to level with satisfaction.

He isn’t much of a talker, You thought to yourself, steps echoing throughout. Yet the only thing buzzing in your mind was your thoughts. Not like DogDay anyway, did they design him to be cordially mute or something?

Your hand turned the knob, and you had opened the door to be met with pedestrians, and the usual guests. Many of which–rarely–are looking to adopt the children from the orphanage, children get lucky to have good parents. Or otherwise, people who just parent poorly. You sympathize with the poor souls. One case had steadily reminded you of these circumstances, nothing of adoption, just something similar.

Nothing to mull about, just continue working. Company policy is company policy, it simply isn’t your place to intervene at any rate.

Your plait legs had easily worked through the crowds of people, nobody had bothered to pay attention to you as it was common to see people at work. You were without any grief fortunately as you didn’t like to be bothered by people, it was unnecessary and crude ‘less they truly had reason to take up your time.

A hand tapped your exposed legs, of course, you were wearing white jean shorts (nothing obstructing, or cause of dress code). You turn around and sigh, ready to be fined for your defiance of your dressing. To your shock, it was just a child. One of them from the orphanage you assume.

She shifted on the balls of her bare feet, dirtied by the floors of the hallway. Indecent adults, you’d have to come back to this area later.

“Um..” Her small voice came out, laced with nervousness and worry. “I think someone got hurt.” You raise a brow, bending down to be eye level with the child. You ease yourself to appear calm and less temperamental, you didn’t want to give her a freight. Slowly you spoke, “Who got hurt?”

You nod your head, almost as if you were titling your head in a questioning manner. “Can you tell me dear?” She shook with a nervousness that had taken you by surprise, you took her by the waist and hoisted her up to your level. The small girl clutched onto your chest as she steadied herself to speak again, “Ah.. it was the unicorn lady.” You feigned a look of exasperation, holding her close to reassure her.

“I’m sure Craftycorn is just fine,” You knit the lapels of her outfit into a tight twirl. Suddenly you had received an idea, “Hey, I’ll go check on her. That okay?” She nods, you set her back down. The young girl had waddled away to where she had come from, she was certainly instinctive no doubt. Making all the way here like that, simply would violate health codes.

You look back up at the shadowed ceiling, noting how the hallway was mostly desolate of guests. “Go on ahead, gotta check.” You jab a thumb in the general direction, referring to the silent and giant cat. You assume he had taken into precaution what you were indicating and had obeyed your command. This was gonna be a hassle, but you had to take caution of the well-being of the other smiling critters should the original caretaker of that smiling critter be out for the day (or moment for that matter). You weren’t close to Craftycorn’s caretaker, but it was unfortunately on your end you were far more work-oriented. This job has kept you afloat.

Getting there wasn’t much trouble, it seemed there were already other more qualified workers to attend to Craftycorn. Yet something about her seemed amiss, it startled you even once you had gotten a closer look. You didn’t want to believe it to be true, why was she bleeding?

Animatronics shouldn’t be able to bleed.

Why is she bleeding?

The girl was right.

Oh no.

The toys are alive, CatNap was real, DogDay was real. Everything that DogDay’s caretaker had told you was nothing but the absolute truth, you should’ve realized it before. Playtime Co. Factory was nothing what it seemed, what the hell were you getting yourself into?

You couldn’t just come to this realization and walk away pretending you knew nothing about it, this was startling. All those children that had been whisked away before – you thought they were adopted, no, they were experimented on.

With a heavy breath, you turned and walked away. You didn’t want to stay there any longer then you had to, you didn’t want to know this. Why were they doing this? so cruel to the children and adults alike. You had thought better of Elliot Ludwig, now whatever image you had of the founder was erased.

Soon enough, you were back at your work station with CatNap at rest. You mulled about what to do; telling wasn’t an option, trying to shut it down neither.

You turned on your swivel chair, directing your line of sight right at CatNap who had no care for your eyes laying to rest upon his body. ‘Did it happen to you too?’ You remember a child from before, you only saw him before. Very briefly from amongst the distance as you weren’t a caretaker of any of the children. Would explain Ms. Harper, she was quite different, you remember she was interviewed by the superiors. Never in your life had you been so stricken by thoughts, troubling sure, but it was disastrous enough as is.

What is Poppy Playtime?

Your superiors had taken notice of you uncovering more and more of Poppy Playtime’s secrets, it would be unconventional that they may be leaked to the public. So they had fired you, it was in opportune fortune that CatNap had liked you so much. A perfect friend, a perfect caretaker.

Much to the disdain of CatNap is when you have been fired, removed.

He had no reason to hold back on it any more, deciding to finally request to initiate the Hour Of Joy.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime chapter 3 #x reader #catnap poppy playtime #catnap #dogday poppy playtime #poppy playtime dogday

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e-hibiscus · 13 days

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bassist!arle 😼 she brings you to all the practices of her garage band.

she wants you to tell her how awesome she is, how she could be famous, etc.

and then she wants to 69 with you so she can make you deepthroat her while she eats you out (so you can feel her piercings) in the backseat of her old, beat up car.

thoughts? 😁😁😁

I have so many thoughts about 2000’s bassist!arle, and it's all your fault 🤬 /pos

I hc that the band is made up of the fatui members 😭 and they all are pretty chill with having you around. You’re basically the +1 who they all get along with, even if you might seem like you’d “fit in”.

ie. You’re more cheery, colorful, and sweet

Nsfw. utc

Arlecchino plays out of her garage, and she’s spiced up the space accordingly. It’s been turned into a hybrid studio and mancave for her and her band. Arle and her band spend a lot of time there, and that includes you too. You’re always seen with Arle during her practices, even if you don’t play anything yourself.

You’re there for support, and Arlecchino is very happy having you with her. Whenever they’re not playing, you’re sitting on her lap. It’s the only seat she’s allowing her girlfriend to sit on. Couches, chairs, the floor it doesn’t matter. Arle is patting her thigh and making you take a seat right where she wants you to. It’s so she can keep you close; maintaining physical contact in an “acceptable (cool) ” way. She’s an absolute sucker for affection, even if she won’t ever admit it.

That being said, telling her how good she is and how her skills can lead to a future. It strokes her ego in a good way. The fact YOU believe her skills as a bassist is exceptional makes her heart swell with pride and joy. The small smile tugging at her lips gives away how she feels, especially since Arle isn’t the most expressive person. It makes her really happy when you do.

During performances and gigs, Arlecchino is often looking at you. Seeing you in the crowd gives her so much energy and life– it gets her all fired up. Arle absolutely loves hearing you cheer for her; always her eyes seek you out in the crowd. Sometimes she gets to overhear you talking about her with other people. Your sweet words and demeanor when chatting about her and her music makes Arlecchino’s heart flutter. Arlecchino can practically hear the smile on your lips when you go on about her.

One of her fondest memories came from you asking the town’s local tavern/bar if Arle and her band could play there one evening. You did this as a surprise, having everything approved for them. You didn’t have to go out of your way and organize a gig, but the fact you’ve tried helping Arle start playing professionally has her head over heels for you. This was when she realized she’s going to put a ring on your finger one day. Having you support her biggest passion is a huge reason she continues playing 🥺

In the early morning after her that one gig at the bar, Arle and you leave together. She ends up fucking you in the empty parkinglot; in the backseat of her car. She’s gonna show you just how much she loves and appreciates you by dumping several loads in and on you; with protection of course. Arle’s eagerly rutting her hips into you. Since there isn’t much room, Arle has no choice but to fuck you well and deep; all while marking your neck and whispering sweet words into your ear. She isn’t going to stop until you’re clawing at her back and squirting around her cock. She’s making you feel so good, and your whimpers and moans fueling her desire for more.

More thoughts for car sex with Arle…😳Ya’ll actually fuck in her car quite a bit. This woman keeps condoms in her glove compartment just for you and water bottles are in the trunk too so the two of you can stay hydrated 🤭 This woman comes prepared with almost everything to have a good time with you

Anyway, being the romantic she is, Arlecchino takes you to scenic viewpoints for dates and stuff. Sometimes it ends with you giving her head or having sex in the back with music playing in the car.

Aris 😭😔 i honestly can write an entire fic about arle and a tongue piercing, so I’ll save it for a another post, but I’ll have you know her tongue game is insane. She’s watching your every reaction to the cool metal while she circles your clit and drives her fingers into your eagerly awaiting pussy. I fucking love this woman 😭 2000’s bassist Arle is SO GOOD ilysm for adding this to my brain

#💭.hibiscus rambles #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino smut

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megamindsecretlair · 3 months

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Thinkin' 'Bout You, Part 1

Pairing: Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Infidelity. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (female receiving), teasing, cum play, dirty talk, degradation kink, breeding kink if you squint, all consensual. Use of n-word. Referring to female anatomy as "she".

Summary: As a sneaky link, Stunna is highly demanding of your time. He doesn't care if you get caught; when he wants you, he wants you. He texts you when you're hanging with your girlfriends for some late night fun.

Word Count: 3,637k

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A/N: As with everything else, you can blame @planetblaque for my depraved brain! She encouraged me to watch All Day and a Night since @blackerthings pointed out that Yahya needs more love. He was definitely the best thing in the movie. Grills flashing, hood shit. Yeah, just yeah. I'm also feral and avoiding going to sleep for work so enjoy! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

Taglist: (let me know if you don't want to be tagged, tagging some usual suspects) @browngirldominion @we-outsiiiide @thecookiebratz @iv0rysoap @notapradagurl7 @sevikasblackgf @miyuhpapayuh

Satan: Come outside 😛🤤

You: Boy nooo 🙄

You rolled your eyes at your phone, not believing the audacity of this nigga. Your girls are laughing at the TV but when they see you on your phone, your girl Brooke smacked her teeth.

“Yo ass always on that damn phone!” She said. She leaned over as if she meant to take it from you but you held on to it for dear life. She gave up and looked towards your other friend, Nandi.

“Girl, you know that man got her on a short leash. Stay checking up on her,” she said.

Satan: come on girl, damn

You: I’m with my gfs!!!

Satan: Satan sent a photo

You had to sit there with a straight face while you stared at a picture of Stunna’s dick. He was so long and thick and veiny. You could picture him sitting in his car, licking his grills while he pulled this out just to take a picture for you. And damn him, you couldn’t resist.

Your thighs were tingling already. Brooke and Nandi were still going off at your expense, poking fun at the idea that your man was constantly on you.

“Like a pimple!”

“Naw, like white on rice!” Brooke said and they howled with laughter.

“Whatever! Ya’ll bitches just mad ‘cause my nigga want it,” you said. You threw a throw pillow at Nandi. She barely dodged it, her large blue bonnet swinging with the movement.

“Look, let me deal with this nigga outside. This conversation too grown for ya’ll childish mu’fuckas,” you said. You tapped on the phone as if you were truly going to call your man. He was out running the streets per usual instead of kickin’ it at home with you.

“Mhm, that dick must got gold on the tip or somethin’,” Nandi said. She continued to howl with laughter, slapping Brooke’s hand in agreement.

Little did they fucking know. You practically skipped your ass outside, the cold chill of the night hitting your bare legs in your booty shorts. The slap of your slides seemed too loud in the quiet neighborhood.

Brooke stayed in the section of the hood where the old folks’ held onto their homes. Sure, hood shit happened around them but rarely on this particular block. Up the street, Stunna’s car was still running with the lights on stark against the night.

He parked away from the street lamps but still you scurried to his car and got in. You were out of breath with worry and adrenaline coursing through you. You hoped and prayed that your girls wouldn’t come looking for you because you had no valid excuse for why you were down the street.

Stunna smiled at you when you got in the car, smelling damn good. Like soap and spice and everything nice. His grills flashed in the low light from the car console and you turned towards him, rubbing your hand on his thigh.

“You are so crazy,” you said.

He pulled away from the curb. You weren’t going far. Just around the corner and down the side alley where the streetlamps didn’t work and the City was too busy to come fix it. Who cared if the hood needed street light?

“Crazy for you, baby,” he said. He pulled over and turned off the car and headlights, already reaching for you across the seat. His hand was hot as he laid it across your thigh, squeezing it.

You were already leaning up, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer. Sucking on his sweet ass lips as your body tingled all over. Hurt all over. You shouldn’t want this man this much. Not when you were willing to risk discovery like this.

You don’t even know how you got here, kissing on Stunna. One day your man had just made you so fuckin’ angry you could spit. You were out one night with your girls at a takeover, enjoying the music and drink as you passed by a fine, tall man with a wide smile and gold in his mouth.

You fought hard not to do a double take. Because how was this man out here walking freely? He needed to be locked the hell up looking like that. He had asked if you had a man. You told him yes, reluctantly. He had licked his lips and looked at you sideways, “Bet I can do better than that nigga.”

And here you were, months later, still risking it all for the motherfucker. Stunna didn’t care where you were or what you were doing. He sent dick pics at all hours of the day and night. Sometimes he sent videos with him cumming and moaning your name.

Those you kept to get yourself off to. There was something about that needy voice drawing your name out that got you so hot and bothered you couldn’t stand it. You knew it was wrong. You knew he was whole ass married and you were whole ass taken. But you were weak where Stunna was concerned.

Stunna stopped kissing you and moved on to your neck. You moaned but pulled at his dark jacket. “C’mon Stunna, I can’t be gone long. My girls gon’ wonder where I’m at,” you said.

“Let them wonder. You know how long I been cravin’ this pussy?” He asked.

“How long you been cravin’ this pussy?” You asked.

He licked your collarbone, eliciting a ragged moan from your lips. “All fuckin’ day, beautiful,” he said.

He got out of the car and came around to the passenger side. You were kicking off your slides when he pulled your door open. You only had eyes for him as you were unbuttoning your shorts and yanking down the zipper. He licked his lips as you began to shimmy out of them.

He was usually impatient, not waiting until they were at your ankles before he was already pulling you down on his dick. Tonight, he was content to watch you pull them down for him, inch by slow inch over your thighs and down to your feet.

His golds flashed in the low moonlight. He was haloed by the thick foliage behind him. Gravel crunched beneath his boots as you finally got out of your shorts. “Turn around how I like,” he said.

You got to your knees in the seat, struggling a bit to make sure you didn’t fall and bust your ass. He steadied you with strong hands on your hips. He lined you up how he liked and then slapped your ass.

“Fuck, that recoil. Look at that shit,” he said.

“Stunna, come on,” you said. You hated when he got like this. It always felt like all his delaying and talking would certainly mean that you would get caught.

He slapped your ass, hard. You gasped as the sting blossomed into wet hot pain. Your pussy throbbed as you caught your breath.

“Fuuuuuu-”

“Don’t rush me,” he said. You heard his zipper get pulled down and his pants shoved down. You were clenching and unclenching around nothing. You were moving back and forth, ready for whatever he was going to do to you.

One of his hands pressed down on your back until you were leaning forward on the arm rest. Your ass went higher in the air and he groaned as you exposed yourself to him. He groaned and smacked your ass again. Between the sound and the pain, you were going to combust and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“What I say about that attitude?” He asked. His other hand went underneath, trailing a finger through your wet folds until he found your clit. He dragged his finger around lazily, never actually touching the damn thing.

You whined, unashamed as he teased you. “Please, please, Stunna,” you begged.

How the nigga gon’ get you horny and then tease you? You didn’t have all night. There was the distant sound of cars driving and dogs barking. That cold chill was hitting your back and damp pussy and you shivered with anticipation.

Somehow, Stunna was able to get under your skin. It was like he wormed his way into your nerve endings. Everything he did turned you on. Somehow, all it took was a smile from him and you were a dripping mess.

“Please what? I’m over here tellin’ you I missed you and you got a mu’fuckin’ attitude,” he said.

He moved his fingers faster, circling and circling until you were shaking and trembling. You were so close but it was just out of reach because he wasn’t touching you where you needed him.

“Please, Stunna. You gon’ get me caught up,” you whined.

“Good. I should send yo ass back in there full of me. Ruin these mu’fuckin panties with my cum dripping out of you,” he said. He ran his hands along your sides, his long fingers trailing against your rib cage. He moved them higher, gripping and pulling on your titties until you were crying out from the pain.

Your pussy throbbed thinking of going back into Brooke’s house full of his cum and trying to act normal. Sitting there laughing at trashy reality TV, drinking wine and pretending like you didn’t feel every single ounce of his cum slipping out. That you would have to go home like a nasty little slut and clean it all up before your man found out.

You moaned at the visual. Of being so thoroughly claimed by him that you’d feel him all night long. “Shit,” you said.

“Oh, my little nasty bitch like that shit huh?” Stunna asked as he lined himself up with your entrance. He slowly dipped in and you reared up, your hand flying behind you to land against his solid chest.

He was on the thin side, with a basketball build, but hella muscles. His abs flexed as you grabbed him. “Oh, too much!” You shrieked.

He didn’t say anything. He just grabbed your hand and moved it as he continued to push into you, getting himself wetter with your juices on every slide in. You shrieked again, whining that it was too much. He was too big and he needed to go slower.

He pulled you up until your back was flush against his chest. He felt even tighter going in this way and you moaned, trying to push away from him. He slid one hand under your shirt to grip your titty, squeezing the nipple hard.

You moaned, the shoot of pain going straight to your swollen clit. His other hand went over your shoulder, grabbing your throat and pulling you even more flush against him.

He hissed in your ear as he started to move more. From this position, wrapped up in his arms, you had no wiggle room to push him off of you. You didn’t necessarily want him to stop, it just felt too damn good. Too good.

“Stunna!” You begged but he refused to listen. He started stroking deep within you. His strokes increased in pressure. His thighs were slapping against your ass. Clapping like a crack of thunder on the horizon.

“Oue, look how well she take that dick,” he moaned in your ear. He kept up his painful assault on your nipples.

You were beyond speech as he kept stroking, his dick stretching you out deliciously. It was like he was made for your pussy the way he fit so perfectly.

“Oue, baby, you feed me so well,” you moaned. One arm was trapped by his, but your other floundered until you rested it against the top of the car. Your fingers desperately scratched against the fluffy interior as he pounded into you.

The wet smack of your pussy made you moan louder, higher, and you were cumming before long. You shook and moaned on his dick while he continued to pound into you.

“Flood that fuckin’ dick, babygirl,” he groaned.

It was like you were just a vessel for him to fuck. A fleshlight. He kept up that brutal, near punishing pace. “Filthy fuckin’ bitch, ain’t you?”

“Mhm,” you moaned.

“Next time I say come outside, I mean that shit. I don’t care what you doin’,” he said. He groaned and shook his hips, finally releasing his fat, hot load into you.

“You gon’ get us fuckin’ caught!” You moaned as you felt him pulsing inside of you. Your body bowed and trembled, feeling so fucking complete you had no thought to how to describe it.

Your mind was always racing, burdened with this terrible secret. You couldn’t stay away from Stunna and hell, he wouldn’t let you. But you lost all rational thought when it came to him. Here you were, having dirty car sex while he calls you dirty names.

His hands had you enveloped in his arms, hand across your titties and the other around your throat. You were able to breathe because he allowed you so. You were able to cum because he was in charge of them.

“Let us get caught then. What yo bitch ass nigga gon’ do?” He asked. He licked the shell of your ear and your eyes rolled back. He was still pounding into you. Still groaning. He rested his forehead against the back of your neck and you felt a drop of his sweat hit your back.

“Huh? What he gon’ do?” He seemed to pound into you harder as if he had something to prove. As if with the force of his hips, he could fuck all the memories of your man out of your mind. That you never forgot who it was that had you crying, begging, and screaming on his dick in an alley behind your girls’ house.

“‘Cause the way this pussy talkin’, she know who the fuck got her actin’ up,” he moaned in your ear.

“Fuck you, nigga,” you groaned.

Your knees were quivering as you threw it back on him. His dick was so long and thick, you were pretty sure he was kissing your cervix. He moved both hands to your nipples and pinched them. He rolled them between your fingers.

Your hands pushed against his chest. “Stunna, shit!” You cried out.

“Gimme another one,” he said.

“I can’t, baby,” you said.

He slammed you back on his dick anyway, the fat tip of his dick sliding against your walls. “Sure you can, babygirl. ‘Cause you my nasty bitch. You always cum when Daddy come around,” he said.

Fuck him, he was right. It was why you were still here, still answering whenever he hit you with that text message. He knew what the fuck he was doing when he sent you that dick pic. You had to quit this man somehow. Block his number or tell him that he couldn’t come around anymore.

You were risking exposure every time you let him take you like this. In his car, in the park. At his place when LaTrice was gone. At your place when your man was out in the streets. In the back of your job when he’d eat you out and send you back inside proper. You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

Knowing Stunna, he’d just track your ass down. Man or not, he wasn’t going to be deterred. If he needed to be sheathed inside you, feeling you clenching around his dick, then he would slip a damn nugget. He would get bolder, driving past your house and job. Bangin’ on your friends’ door until he could track you down and fuck some sense into you.

That type of behavior was not sexy. Yet knowing that Stunna couldn’t quit you was intoxicating. Knowing that you made him so horny, he was tugging his meat to thoughts of you, filming himself in the bathroom while his girl took a nap in the other room, was an aphrodisiac all its own. You were drunk over this type of power over him but you didn’t need this getting in the way of your life.

You were weak. You did not need your peoples knowing how weak you were.

“Stunna, goddamn. Oue, shit, ouueee shit, ouueesshiit,” you moaned as you came on his dick again, shaking and twerking uncontrollably. Your choppy moans made him groan.

“You gon’ make me fuckin’ nut,” he groaned. Right after, he moaned in your ear, tugging your ear between his teeth. The bite of pain did nothing to stop your orgasm from flooding your system like the sweetest drug.

His cum painted your insides as he slammed his hips one last time, shoving his cum deep within you. You both huffed and panted as you came down. Your legs were veritable noodles, wobbly beneath you. You couldn’t hold your weight up anymore.

Stunna kissed along your neck and ear as he shook himself inside of you to make sure you got every single drop. He pulled out with a strangled groan that made your pussy clench.

He helped you step back into your panties and shorts, making good on his threat to send you back to Brooke’s house full of his cum. You rubbed your sweaty hands on your thighs as he leaned against the car and helped you twist around to face him.

His tongue was long as he dived in to kiss you stupid. He licked your bottom lip and tugged it into his mouth with a hiss. “Fuck, babygirl. You don’t know how long I been needin’ that,” he said.

“Gon’ get me in fuckin’ trouble,” you said. But you couldn’t resist kissing him back. You cupped his face and brought him closer. You remembered once when he told you that he liked when you did shit like that. When you kissed him so sweetly and clung to him like he was the most precious man on the planet.

You didn’t know if this worked because this was so damn toxic or if you two were really that in sync. Should’ve stayed your Black ass at home. Neither one of you could quit each other.

“Thank you, baby,” you said. He kissed your lips slowly. Your phone rang and you groaned, fishing it out of your pocket.

Nandi’s name flashed and you rolled your eyes, answering it.

“Girl, where’d you fuckin’ go? To the moon? Tell that nigga to ease up off your titty and come back inside. This is girls’ night!”

“Yes, momma,” you said and giggled.

“Shit up, bitch, come on,” she said.

You hung up with her and stared up at Stunna. The moon light made his mini afro shine. His wide smile made your heart melt. A bit of his cum leaked out of you and you moaned in the back of your throat.

“There’s no way I can go back in like this,” you said.

You were worried that your girls would smell him on you. That somehow they could smell that you had been out like a little hussy. A giant red A would be painted on your forehead and they would see it on you. Judge you.

You couldn’t tell anyone about this and it was killing you. You wanted to talk to someone about it. Ease this burden you set up for yourself. It was also hot as hell that you had such a naughty secret. That you were regularly getting your back blown out and it wasn’t by your man.

“Yes you can. When you get home and that nigga sleepin’ in yo bed, I want you to take a picture of them panties for me. I wanna see how badly I bullied that pussy,” he said.

You slapped at his chest. “You so bad! Let me get back before they start looking for me.”

He dived down for another kiss, slowly pulling at your bottom lip. “Till next time, babygirl,” he said.

He got back in his car and pulled out of the alleyway. He pulled up back on Brooke’s street, across the way and down from her house. You didn’t see your girls and you hoped that they didn’t look outside for you. You had been gone for quite a while but you also told your friends how your man needed constant reassurance. You could be on with him for five minutes or fifty. So far, they hadn’t called bullshit but it was only a matter of time. You gave him one final lingering kiss before hopping out of his car and scurrying across the street.

Your slides slapped against the ground and then the tile of Brooke’s house as you ascended the stairs. You went back inside, feeling weirdly full and uncomfortable as you went back into the living room.

Nandi and Brooke made no comment about not seeing you outside. Instead, they continued with their jokes about your man. You felt like you were soaking right through your panties and shorts and onto Brooke’s couch.

You spent the rest of the night reliving the backshots you got from Stunna. Nasty nigga. He couldn’t keep popping up like this. There had to be some kind of code or boundary for this shit. He couldn’t keep showing up unannounced.

Satan: Miss that 😹 already

You: Bye nigga 😤

When you went home that night, however, your man was snoring in bed. You immediately went to the bathroom to freshen up. You felt dirty as you snapped a picture of your ruined underwear. You sent it to Stunna. It was late, you weren’t expecting him to answer.

But your phone buzzed with a series of emojis that made you giggle.

You: Nasty ass

Stunna: Should’ve bullied that throat. You got a potty mouth.

Your thighs clenched together as you finished getting ready. You fell asleep against your man with thoughts of Stunna ruining you in dreamland.

The Secret Big Stunna Files | Part 2 | Part 3

#Megaminds Secret Files #The Secret Big Stunna Files #Stunna x Black!reader #Stunna x Black reader #Stunna x Fem!reader #Stunna x fem reader #Stunna x reader #x Black reader #Stunna fanfic #Stunna fan fic #Stunna fanfiction #Stunna fan fiction #Big Stunna #All Day and a Night fanfic #All Day and a Night fan fic #All Day and a Night fanfiction #All Day and a Night fan fiction #yahya abdul mateen ii #Yahya Abdul Mateen II fanfic

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casuallyawkardd · 10 months

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Dating Miguel O’Hara

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader

Summary: An overview on what dating Miguel O’Hara would be like. Starting from how you meet/get together to actually dating and the long run

Warnings: fluff, angst, age gap kinda?? I picture reader in their early/mid 20s and Miguel in his early/mid 30s

A/N: Wow, two in one day, a rare sight indeed 😂 This is SFW but like if ya’ll want a NSFW it’s here and send in requests if you have them! Or just your own headcannons I don’t care I have no one to talk about this man with🤷‍♀️

Meeting

Miguel is a workaholic, so he doesn’t leave the Spider HQ hardly ever. He usually spends his time in his office/lab working, in the cafeteria on the hunt for an empanada and maybe in his private quarters if Lyla convinces him to take a break. Aside from going out to save the world, both his own and others, Miguel is basically a homebody....except for when it comes to one thing.

Coffee.

Miguel lives off of the stuff. His superhuman abilities can only keep him going for so long. He needs an extra boost to keep him going through the long nights. That being said, he’s very picky about his coffee and refuses to touch the liquid trash the cafeteria offers. Which is how he meets you.

You’re a college student, in your senior year actually, having spent the last three and a half years working at a small cafe for some spending money. It’s nothing special, somewhere that’s a secret delicacy to the locals of Nueva York. It’s quiet, which is what Miguel likes. It also stays open late, something he appreciates as well.

The first one to fall is you. To you, he’s the handsome regular who always comes in ten minutes before closing, orders a Red Eye, requesting that a questionable amount of espresso shots be added to his black coffee, and grumbles a ‘thank you’ before leaving. Does he know you’re the person behind the hand that slides him his coffee? Probably not. But seeing his face every Tuesday/Thursday night is fine with you.

Call it a middle school crush, if you will.

One night you decide to change the routine, preparing his drink before he’s even arrived. Like clockwork, the bell at the front door rings and he comes in. You throw him off as you present the coffee and tell him the total before he can get a word in.

He finally looks at you, really looks at you.

You think it’s the first time he’s actually lifted his head, making him even taller than he already seemed. Miguel pays, mutters the same ‘thank you’, but leaves a much more generous tip than usual.

Catching Feelings

Things go on as usual, that is until Miguel notices that it’s no longer you serving him his drink. Whoever the new guy is, he doesn’t make the coffee like you do. It tastes shitty now. How do you even mess up black coffee???

When he finds out you switched to working mornings, he’s suddenly getting his coffee at the buttcrack of dawn. You take this as a good sign, daring to strike up conversation. You had tried in the past, but only ever received grunts as replies. To your surprise, he indulges you and even asks questions of his own.

“Why’d you switch shifts?”

You explain that you had started taking classes in the afternoon, prefering to end the day studying and doing homework rather than wiping counters and serving half awake customers. He keeps going.

“What are you studying?”

“How much longer until you graduate?”

“Any jobs lined up?”

It’s the kind of questions you’d hear from your distant relatives who don’t know you well enough to ask anything interesting. But when he does it...your stomach finds itself in knots. He’s no longer some handsome regular. Miguel is funny, in a sarcastic, blunt sort of way. When he chuckles, it rumbles in his chest. His smiles are small and brief, usually only one corner of his mouth turning up rather than a full on grin.

Miguel doesn’t notice that you’ve wormed your way into his thoughts. It’s a slow process. The small talk building up on itself with every visit until one day he realizes he knows that when you were little, your older brother pushed you off the slide at the neighborhood park and that’s why you have a small scar on your temple. How you love your anatomy/phys class, but hate the TA that runs the lab. How it’s ironic that you make the best coffee he’s ever tasted and yet you personally prefer tea.

Hell, even the other spiders are starting to become aware that something has him distracted. How his ‘quick coffee runs’ progressively taking longer and longer and that he smiles a little when he tosses the empty, cardboard cup in the trash. It’s all an inside joke until Peter B. opens his stupid mouth.

“So who are they?”

“Who’s who?”

“Don’t be coy, O’Hara~”

Miguel doesn’t know what his friend is talking about until he’s alone later that night, watching his screens. He finds that he can’t focus as well as he usually does, thinking maybe he needs some coffee. The thought makes him freeze.

“....God dammit.”

Dating

It doesn’t take long before he asks you to be his partner. Not because he’s fallen ‘madly in love with you’, as Peter likes to say, the thought seeming childish to Miguel. Rather, it’s because he wants a reason to keep you around.

Hear me out.

You go on a couple dates when his schedule allows it. Rather when Lyla/Jess/Peter convince him to touch some grass... He enjoys going to the science museum, tagging along with you to the gym and treating you to a nice dinner from time to time. But like I said....he’s a workaholic. What most would consider quality time with a potential new love interest, he views as time away from his job. Worrying that the multiverse will collapse at any minute if he’s not watching it.

When he asks to be exclusive, it’s more of an excuse for himself to keep seeing you. He likes you, likes how he acts when he’s around you. Likes how you make him feel. Miguel wants a reason to keep seeing you and not have the reason be to satisfy his coffee fix.

It helps that you’re both busy, that way he doesn’t feel like the only one who has to take rain checks for date night. He was upfront from the beginning, telling you that he was Spiderman and letting you know what you were signing up for. That he’ll try to be attentive, especially in those crucial first months of dating, but that he wouldn’t be able to always give you the attention that you deserved.

It’s a lot to hear, but you agree to be with him. He’s too pretty to pass up, you think. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? It doesn’t work out and you break up? You’d been there and done that with past partners; it was nothing new.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for dating a man like Miguel O’Hara.

He’s got more pros than cons, being written in the books as your first ‘mature’ relationships. The honeymoon phase is short lived, only a few weeks as you two enjoy the new relationship. He shows you around HQ, you invite him to events at your college, the typical stuff. Afterwards, you two go back to being busy, you’ve got finals/graduation/job hunting and he’s got a Spider Society to run. The result being that you call each other more often than talking in person. Miguel doesn’t do texting, you thought you were reserved with your emojis, but Miguel brings a whole new form of dry to the table. With a call, at least you can pick up on his tone.

Miguel, from the beginning, isn’t one for PDA. Reserving the times when he holds you and kisses you breathless for when the two of you are alone. That being said, he’s affectionate in his own way. Holding doors open, remembering what you like to order from your favorite food places, standing between you and anyone he deems as sketchy. Spoiler alert, it’s anyone who isn’t a fellow spider. He cares and you know it, which is what matters.

Future

Okay girliepops, yes that’s a gender neutral term, let’s be honest with each other.

If you want to be a for lifer with him, it’s not gonna be an easy road. He may have more pros than cons, but the cons are a lot more severe.

He gets absorbed in his work. He’ll go for long periods of time without contacting you. Hell. you two will probably be on and off for a good chunk of time. It’s not that he doesn’t love you like when he first fell for you; rather he struggles to find a healthy balance. He’s used to the world being on his shoulders, being responsible for the fate of the multiverse, at least that’s how he sees it.

Normally you’d drop him like all your other exes, but you’re in too deep now. You reminisce on the good times because when things are good between you, they’re really good.

You decide to be the push the both of you need. Even if it’s considered ‘toxic’, you give him an ultimatum. He either prioritizes you or the rest of the multiverse. Miguel scoffs at the idea at first, thinking the choice is obvious, but then he really thinks about it. Realizes that he’s as much in love with you as you are with him, arguably more so. He’s mad, but not at you. Mad at himself. Mad that the idea of you out of his life is almost the equivalent of when he lost the life he had with Gabriella. That he’d be a fool to let you slip away.

“....God dammit!”

You two get married shortly after that incident, ya’ll have been together for years at this point if you include the on and off phase of your relationship. It’s nothing fancy, just signing some papers and throwing a party with a small group of friends and family. Similarly to when you first started dating, Miguel considers the marriage an excuse to be around you more often. The voice in the back of his head that tells him to go home to sleep rather than on the platform. That reminds him that there’s something worth going home to now.

Is he the perfect husband? God no. He’ll fall into his old habits of putting work first and you second, but he does better about it and it doesn’t happen as often as when you two were just dating. The thought of getting to crawl into bed, wrapped in your arms as he falls asleep, motivating him more than anything else to keep the multiverse safe.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara headcannon #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara imagine

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alexa-fika · 4 months

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Imagine Zoro and Perona interacting with child hawks during the time skip 🥹💕

Also more baby hawks art because we need him 🥲

Double Trouble

A/N Okay ya’ll this one is weak , im sorry @spiderman-er, I did not cook 😔. I really did push this one out and you can tell, my brain did not want to cooperate with me today.

Dividers by @/saradika

“Oi, why did you rope me into this?!” Zoro exclaimed, sitting outside with a young child on his lap as Perona dressed them with ‘cute’ accessories

“Horohoro, Because I need help making this one more cute! I swear they are being wasted with that uncute man.” Perona laughs

“That’s mean,” the child pouts

“Horo, he’s a big meanie who’s wasted his cuteness. You have to get over it, sweetie! You’re going to be so cute!”

“Oi… Mihawk’s gonna have your head if he hears you.”

“As if I’m scared of that grumpy loser. What’s he gonna do? Scowl some more? “

“Is that so?” Mihawk drawls, walking behind them

“Dad!” The child cheers, flapping their wings to jump out of Zoro’s grasp and running towards their father, Perona’s accessories falling on the way

“What is the reason for your sudden excitement?” Mihawk sighs

“Auntie Perona told me I need to look cute; she said I can’t be uncute like Dad.”

“Did she now…” he says, turning towards Perona

“Since you seem to enjoy embellishing things that are not yours, then I Expect this castle to be clean by the end of this week.”

Zoro snickers at Perona’s expression and useless protests

Mihawk notices the slight smirk on Zoro’s face and turns to him.

“And since you seem to have so much time on your hands, it seems that I have been far too lenient on your training.”

The smirk on Zoro’s face is immediately erased and replaced with a wince

Mihawk smirks at his reaction

“Since you seem to be bored with the training you have already had, I think it’s a good time to increase the difficulty and make it more interesting.”

“Reader, could you wait inside? I’ll be with you soon.”

“Okay!” They said, jumping down from his arms

“Bye-bye, Uncle Zoro! Bye Bye Auntie Perona!”

After the child left, Mihawk gave them a harsh side glance

“Well? Get to it.”

Update: It was requested to stay so I will leave it here for you guys

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece x child!reader #one piece fluff #one piece imagine #dracule mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk x child!reader #mihawk x child!reader #mihawk x child reader

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mcuynfluffwriter · 4 months

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Panic - Bucky X y/n short

y/n= your name, as I’m sure you all know. Y/e/c is your eye colour, y/h/c your hair colour, you know the drill:)

warnings: fluff. So so much fluff. Also a panic attack but mostly fluff. (That’s a lie) (kind of)

contains: Bucky X fem!reader, a panic attack(on your part), f l u f f,

Y/n has a panic attack and can only manage to call the one person who would still be awake at that hour.

just a lil moment for ya’ll:)

Your hands shook. Well, everything shook. Your breaths were shuddering and too quick, making your head hurt more and not helping your cause of not feeling dizzy. Your eyes stung with hot tears that kept streaming down your face whether you wanted them to or not. You could hardly think at all. Barely in this moment can you keep even a coherent thought. All you could hear was your heart beat getting faster and blood roaring in your ears. Your head definitely hurt, and so did you eyes for some reason. Like there was this pressure behind them from the crying even as you let it out (unwillingly). You are pressing yourself back against a wall, eyes darting around practically with a mind of their own. The shadows of the room danced and things seemed to spin around even with the wall right behind your back. You couldn’t breathe. And what’s worse? You were alone. No one else lived in your apartment. And it was night. Who would even be up at this time? Who in the world would actually show up if you called and then just dropped the phone and let it ring? A name managed to appear through the swarming chaos of your mind. It took everything you had to be able to reach out in search of your phone. You were too warm curled against the wall, but reaching one limb away from your tensed up ball of panic felt far too cold somehow. Like there was no good inbetween. You could hardly even see the screen of your phone as you finally felt it on the floor a little ways away. Bucky was the only desperate thought you could manage dialing a number without the time to go to contacts, mostly because you probably wouldn’t be able to even read the different names at the moment. When you heard the phone start ringing you did let the phone drop out of your trembling hand.

It landed face down on the floor but it didn’t matter anymore. Your lungs burned and you could just barley hear someone answering your phone call but you didn’t bother to pick it up again and attempt to explain the situation. Why did everything have to be like this. All you could do was keep pressing back against the wall. The room felt as if it were collapsing down on you and there was nothing you could do. Like your burning and blurry eyes were playing tricks on you with the walls coming down then suddenly being back to normal before pulling in again. You had no idea how long it took and you didn’t hear the testing of your apartment’s doorknob over the turmoil of your breathing. And your heart. And your mind. Didn’t hear someone use the spare key and fling the door open. But through your blurry eyes you could see it, the last part at least, and watched (as well as one could, in such a deep state of panic) as the figure in the doorway noticed where you were and came rushing over. You could hear muttering and felt strong arms wrap around you, pulling you away from the wall and into the embrace. You practically melted into his touch but it didn’t do anything to stay the panic. “Hey. Hey. Breathe. You’re just fine. You’re perfectly safe. I’m right here. I’m with you. I’m here with you in this moment. Come on.” He said in a surprisingly soft voice, you knew was reserved just for you in these moments, even if there was definitely concern and sharp, protective worry mixed in there as well. You felt so tiny. So fragile in his arms. And you were still shaking with sobs and quick breathing. He pulled you away a little, holding you face firmly but no where near harshly with his one hand while the other was still partially placed on your back. “Look at me, doll.” He said, “don’t focus on anything else. Look at my eyes. You’re safe. Nothing is going on. Just look at me. Calm down a little.” Bucky pressed his voice both stern and somehow really gentle at the same time. Something you had never be able to understand. “Breathe.” Except you couldn’t. And your head still hurt. And you were cold now, not curled into a tight ball, or collapsed into him. And you could hear your heart beat in your ears pounding against your skull, practically overpowering what he said. “Right now. I just want you to breathe.”

“Can you do that? Just in for me. Slower than that, come on Doll don’t ignore me. In. Slower. You aren’t even listening. Listen to me. Look at my eyes and just try to hear me, ok? Breathe in.” He didn’t give up on you. Which was nice. In a way. Finally, after god-knows-how-long, you managed to take a slower breath. Not quite a deep one. But one nonetheless slower than your current panic. “See? You did it. Just now. Now try slower than that. Just a really long breath. Hold it in as long as you can, alright?” You actually did. And what came with that? Finally feeling the exhaustion that came with crying. And hyperventilating. And all the package that was a panic attack. Once you felt that, it was suddenly a lot easier to take slower breaths. Sighing only a little through his nose, Bucky pulled you back into him, hand brushing the back of your head. “There you go. That’s a lot better.” He murmured, “right?” Now you were finding it really hard to keep your eyes open. So you didn’t. You let them stay closed as you kept making yourself breath in. And out. Long, deep, slow breaths. You could managed a quiet and tiny nod at Bucky’s words. But it didn’t take too long to slip off into sleep. And if you were to rate it? It was the most fitting sleep you’ve had in a very very long while…

when you woke up it was gradual. But eventually your eyes fluttered open, shying a little at the golden light from the window that came from the sun. Which was now up. “Hey there, Dollface.” You heard someone say, and blinked before remembering last night. And that actually you had, in fact, fallen asleep in Bucky’s arms. So of course he was there. The question was if he had ended up going to sleep or if he had just stayed up the entire night afterwords in guardian mode, making sure that literally nothing happened. Which was sweet. It really was. But you wouldn’t mind if he actually, you know, slept. You mumbled something unintelligible that might have been a return greeting of some kind as you sleepily shifted from where you were sleeping basically cradled in his arms to curled up next to him. “Sleep ok?” You nodded a little, still pretty drowsy. “Good. Because you needed it. Even if I didn’t know that you practically never sleep it would have been obvious after sleeping for hours like that.” “What can I say? Having a panic attack takes a lot out of a girl.” You mumbled, sleep still evident in your voice as you shifted to snuggle closer. He kept one arm around you and gave you a little nudge. “Nightmare?” He was asking if that had been the thing to trigger it. Without. Outright saying it. You took a long, measured sigh but gave him the tiniest of nods in response. “Oh, doll.” He sighed too, kissing to top of your head. “I’m sorry.” “M-m.” You said, lifting your head slightly, trying to find his eyes. “Not your fault.” “I know, I’m just sorry you have to live with those.” “You do too.” “But mine don’t cause panicking episodes of tears and hyperventilation.” He pointed out. “Well. Yes.” You eventually admitted. “You gotta stop doing that when I’m not around.” There was a slight tease to his words but also some truth. “Sorry.” “No, it’s not your fault, I’m just saying.” “So you’re allowed to be sorry and I’m not?” “That’s not what you should be getting out of this conversation.” You could see the small smile starting to tug at his expression though, as well as that little sparkle in his eyes. “Hypocrite.” You mutter, but both of you knew you were just poking fun. “Alright, I’m a hypocrite. But you’re probably starving it’s practically noon and you were asleep through breakfast. So let me find you something to eat.” “What about you?” “Actually I had food, I just kind of picked you up because I felt like leaving you alone might trigger some deep other issue inside of you and checked your fridge and pantry. I thought you’d wake up but no. Like I said, you clearly needed that sleep.” “So you raided my kitchen?” “It is a barren place.”

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l0ve-bug-m1les · 10 months

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Spider-Band With a S/o Who Hyperfixates on Things Hard

Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, and Pavitr Prabhakar (separate) x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None! (Except my attempt at British talking—)

Summary: Really what the title says—

A/n: This is actually an idea i had when i first fell into the spider verse fandom but didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. Glad ya’ll picked this one! Enjoy!! Also lmk if any of ya’ll wanna be on a tag list!! I know i don’t write all that much but still—

Miles Morales 🌻🎧🌻

Bby is here for it

Always listening to what you have to say and never complaining

I have a feeling he’d be just as excited as you even if he’s got no clue what you’re talking about

He’d try to get into your interests with you no matter how outlandish they may seem

(I mean he’s basically a spider what’s so weird about fnaf lore—)

Definitely draws you things based off of the subject

“You said they were your favorite, right?”

Is always sending you memes and funny videos about your interest

Asks you for updates on your interest if it’s a series

Holds you when something bad happens and you’re sad

“Shh, shh…Hey, at least they existed, right?—Oh, no that made it worse—“

Going back to rambles, he’s always listening but maybe not always looking at you

But trust me

That boy could recite what you say perfectly

He just likes to listen while he works or draws

Has definitely made a mural of you and him in the world together (used it as a date spot. It’s true, he told me)

Overall

20/10 boyfriend

(I mean they all are but like—)

Hobie Brown 🎸⚡️🎸

Will spend hours learning songs related to your interest

But then he’s like

“What? Oh, i been knowin’ this song, luv. What’re ya on about?”

Say for instance, you dive deep into an artist or band

Obviously, Hobie’s gonna ask you about them

But would never ask you for your favorite songs because he’s “Too busy writing his own”

So he just pays really close attention to the songs you talk the most about

(As i previously stated, he learns them all and plays it off)

When you figure it out he’s just like:

“Took ya long enough, luv”

He also listens to your rants about whatever it is (much like Miles and everyone else here but shhh)

But here’s why he stands out

This man can keep up

He can and will remember all about it, and basically know about much as you do

Steals things from stores that are from the series or whatever it is

“Hobie, how’d you get this?” “It was on display and i knew you’d love it.” “Wow! I thought you didn’t buy things from brands..” “…” “You stole it…”

You’re too busy loving whatever it is to stay mad

(But we all knew you weren’t mad)

If you think your interest is cringey then you’re WRONG

“But it’s for kids—“ “And? So what?” “Well…uhm….hm.” “Yeah. Thought so. Now keep goin’, I’m invested.”

(But also in general, bby. Love what you love and come to me if anyone says it “weird” or “cringey”. I’ll beat them up bestie<33)

All in all, a king<33

Gwen Stacy 🩰🥁🩰

I’m gonna be honest

She is lost

Even if you go over things twenty times she still won’t get it

And that’s okay!

She takes notes and tries to keep up

Definitely proud of herself when she gets a detail right

“And then—“ “Wait, wait. Let me guess…He…he burned the pizzeria down, right” “Uhm—yeah, actually!” “*insert proud face*”

(Woah look at the trans flag colors^^^)

Definitely binge watches or reads your interest and learns as much as she can

She keeps a notebook full of her notes that she refers back to whenever you two are on call

She played it off as writing down some notes for school

But one day, she asked you to grab her suit from inside her drum set, and you found the notebook

It caught your eye because it had the name of your interest on it and you were like:

“Hey, Gwen? What’s this?” You showed her the notebook

I wish you could see my vision

When i tell you Gwen stood there for a good minute

I mean she stood there for several

Anywho

She just admitted to it and was all red and fidgety

Since this is her world, she was cast in mostly pink and red hues and the space around her fluttered yellow

You end up going through it with her, and talk about your favorite bits

Overall? She deserves several gold stars and cookies

Pavitr Prabhakar 🍵☀️🍵

Bby is here for it

Whenever you get excited he’s excited

When you’re on the verge of tears he’s already crying

He is your favorite character’s number one supporter

He’s always going on and on with you about your interests

Because unlike the others, he manages to actually get into whatever it is you’re talking about and not just keep up

It’s honestly a skill of his

I feel like Pav also has special interests that he dives deep into

Deep deep

Same as you so you two get along well :D

He’s always looking for the newest content and sending it to you always

“Hey! They said the next episode would be released next Tuesday!! :DDD” “There’s a new theory for the last volume!”

It’d be cute if that’s how you met and became friends

You spend sleepovers diving into your shared and separate interests with eachother

You know what’d be funny?

If he also info dumps onto the villains he fights

Hear me out

Pav tying up a villain who tried to rob a place and just going

“Yeah, so me and my partner have a theory for why—“

And the villain is just like

Stfu??????

But they’d never say that because it’s Spider-Man

All in all, your number one hype man and best friend :]

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YA’LL I DID IT :DD

#i literally just sat down #opened tumblr #and boom #ya’ll #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #headcanon #pavitr prabhakar #gwen stacy #gn reader #Love ya’ll<333 #spider-man across the spiderverse x reader #miles morales x reader #hobie brown x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #gwen stacy x reader

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Whispers

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You remember your favourite memories with Wanda.

Notes: flashbacks are in bold & italic with ~.

Translations: miláčik (darling), srdiečko (sweetheart), Ľúbim ťa (I love you), dievčatko (babygirl), moja láska (my love), krásne (beautiful), dobré ráno (good morning), Som doma (I’m home)

Requests are closed.

AC: More angst for ya’ll. Enjoy!

“You seemed worried miláčik” Wanda wrapped her hands around your waist as you washed the dishes in a huff. “I am, I mean, you’re going to fight some big head purple alien for god’s sake” you snapped from keeping your true thoughts to yourself all day, you dropped the sponge in the warm water and turned in Wanda’s arms to face her. “It’s dangerous and it’s selfish of me to ask you to stay when there so many more lives at risk but” you paused as tears filled your eyes to the brim, “but I can’t lose y- “

“Shh miláčik” she whispered, pulling you closer to her with a kiss on the top of your head, “you won’t lose me” she adds. “Don’t Wands” you pulled away, “please don’t promise me something you can’t be certain of” you wiped your tears from your cheek, “you’re upset, I understand, and you know if I could stay, baby, I would but what if I lose you? What if Thanos wins and I lose you? I won’t risk it” Wanda kept her hands on your hips, you sighed and gave into her hold, wrapping your arms tightly around her “please promise me you will be safe” you sobbed into the crock of her neck.

“Of course, my love” she spoke softly, her hands rubbing your back gently, “look at me srdiečko” she gently pulls you away to look into your eyes after a few moments, her thumbs gently wiping your new tears as she cups your face. Her touch is warm, soft, and tender, her eyes had their own hint of worry in them, but she was good at hiding that with a soft smile. “Ľúbim ťa” she placed a kiss on your forehead, “so” her lips moved to the tip of your nose, “much” finally landing on your lips. You always loved when she spoke Slovakian, it was a soft spot for you and boy did she know it. “Ľúbim ťa” she repeats causing a soft smile to tug at your lips, “I love you too, so, so much”.

Wanda smiled and kissed you once more, “that’s my dievčatko, now can we please go to bed?” she asked. You nodded before she took your hand and led you upstairs.

Neither of you got much sleep that night, the two of you just soaking up the moment of being wrapped in each other’s arms. Wanda running her fingers gently through your hair taking mental notes on how soft and shiny your hair was and how you always cuddled up to her extra tight at night. By morning, neither of you wanted to let go as the alarm clock hit 7am. “Wands, please” you whispered as tears ran down your face once again. “It’s okay love, I’ll be home before you can learn Sokovian” she ignored her own tears of worry and nerves. You chuckled at her joke through your sobs before you felt her kiss the top of your head once more.

“No” you pulled her back into bed, “don’t you leave me with a decent kiss” you added, stroking her check gently with your thumb and leaning forward, pressing your lips softly on hers. She let her tears fall as she kissed you deeper, both of you pulling away with wet cheeks. “I love you baby, you better come home” you rested your forehead against hers.

The whole world went about their day as normal but dating an Avenger and knowing what was ahead and with the chances you knew, it was hard for you to act like everything was okay. With regret, Wanda pulled away and grabbed her pre-packed bag that sat by the bedroom door.

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Since Wanda left for the mission to defeat Thanos you stayed at the shared home, stressing, and worrying about Wanda and your close friends. You called your close family and friends just to hear their voices in case things didn’t go to plan, you didn’t alarm them, but you knew your mother and befriend knew something was up. You knew not to expect any communication from Wanda, this was for any mission she went on. She didn’t want to put you into harm’s way and knew it would be better this way. But for you, it was almost hell, not knowing if she was okay, if she was hurt, where she was or when she’d be home. Most times she’d come home in the middle of the night, and you’d wake up to her arm wrapped around you, her face showing evidence of a rough mission which only made you think about the bruisers you couldn’t see.

It had been days, you haven’t heard from Wanda or the rest of the team, the only thing you did know was Thanos had won. Your parents and some close friends were gone and no word on your partner. Sitting around the house wasn’t helping, you grabbed your keys and purse and B lined for the door.

“Hey” Natasha spoke when you opened it in a hurry, she looked exhausted, battered, and bruised. You dropped your keys and purse to the ground not needing Natasha to say it. “She’s gone…like the others…isn’t she” you still asked, tears waiting to fill your eyes. Natasha nodded, “I’m so sorry” she said. Your legs felt weak, you gripped the door handle for support. Nat was quick to grab you before you fell to your knees, easing you down slowly. “I knew it” you sobbed, Nat doing the best she could and let you cry into her arms, brushing the loose hair from your face.

After a while, Nat helped move you to the sofa and made you a tea, grabbing a box of tissues before sitting down beside you. “What about Thanos…is he dead?” you asked, blowing your nose on a tissue. Nat shook her head, “we are looking for him. We will find a way to fix this, we’ll bring everybody back” she assures you. “How Natasha?!” you snapped only to apologise seconds later, “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to snap”.

“I don’t have answers for you right now, but I will, soon” she doesn’t take offence to your outburst and continued to try and comfort you, just as she would comfort Wanda if it was you that disappeared in the snap.

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The first year was dark, depression and hard to find any joy. You struggled to understand the effects of Thanos’s actions. There were no bodies for you to burry. Not only did you lose Wanda you also lost your parents and three of your closest friends, you didn’t have anybody to turn too. Natasha and those who survived were busy trying to keep the earth from other threats as well as trying to find Thanos.

Most of your time was spent keeping Wanda’s memory alive. You slept the on the sofa most nights while watching her favourite sitcoms and eating ice cream, there were more photos of Wanda added around the house, the vase in the centre of the dining table was always showered with her favourite flowers, every few days you’d spray a little of her perfume in the living room, kitchen and bedroom just so you could tell yourself she was just on a mission, which wasn’t exactly a lie.

On her birthday you baked her a cake and wished her happy birthday, always getting her a small gift and card.

~ “Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Wanda, happy birthday to you” you sang with a smile, carrying a freshly baked cake in your hand.

“You waited all day for this, didn’t you?” Wanda smiled as you placed the cake on the coffee table with the candles pre-lit. “Of course,” you kissed her cheek, “make a wish honey” you took your phone out to take a photo as she blew out her candles, “thank you, moja láska, it’s beautiful” she pulled you gently by the arm, pulling you into her lap, “you’re krásne” she added before kissing you deeply. ~

Nights where you needed her the most you would sleep in the shared bed, her side of the bed still smelt like her, barely but it was enough to help you sleep. Being in the house by yourself was lonely, you missed her and her laugh filling the house and her smile brighter than the sun.

~ The morning sun warmed the exposed skin of your cheek as you slept peacefully. Wanda playing soft kisses over your way to wake you, “Wake up honey” she whispered as you stirred. “Come on, please, I missed you”

“Baby, it’s like 6am” you groaned. “Actually it’s 9:18am to be exact”.

You chuckled at her reply, causing to you open your eyes, “dobré ráno kráska”

“God, I love when you talk to me like that” you pulled her close and kissed her with a soft smile. ~

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By the second year, the rest of the world started to go on about their lives, memorial sights were made for those gone but never forgotten with the hopes the Avengers, who was left, were able to bring them back. You slowly came out of the house more, mainly to see Natasha for any updates but also to be around people you’d shut out for a little over 12 months.

“We’re still working on it, I promise.” Natasha would always tell you which only made your heart ache for your red head girlfriend even more. Sometimes, you’d spent some time in her room at the compound and smile at the way she left everything perfectly neat and tidy.

~ “Sorry it’s such a mess, I wasn’t expecting to come up here” Wanda spoke as she threw a jacket into the washing hamper. “A mess?” you questioned as you looked around, everything was tidy and barely a mess but a few clothing on her bed, evidence she stressed on what to wear to the first date.

She chuckled nervously before throwing the tried-on outfits in her wardrobe. You smiled to yourself as she hurried to clean a mess that you didn’t even care about. “Right, where were we?” she turned and looked at her bookcase, “oh yes, you wanted to borrow this” she said before taking ‘The Dick Van Dyke Show’ from her collection.

You didn’t really want to borrow it; you just wanted an excuse to be with her a little longer before the date ended. “There you go” she smiled, handing you the sitcom set. “Thanks, I’ll let you know what I think” you returned the smile. ~

Back home, you made it your mission to keep the garden alive and thriving for Wanda’s sake, knowing how much she loved tending her garden when she wasn’t swept away on missions. You planted some more of her favourite plants and soon found yourself making a space in the garden for her. A place where you could sit and hope she’d return.

~ “What do you think honey? Should the roses go over here or there?” Wanda pointed to two different spots in the backyard wearing a large sun hat and her garden gloves. “Mm” you hummed in thought, “I like the first option” you replied after looking between the two choices. Wanda smiled before starting to plant the new roses she’d brought. “Do you want some lunch baby? I’m making some” you offered earning a nod from Wanda.

Making lunch took longer as you watched Wanda garden from the kitchen window, smiling to yourself about how genuinely happy she looked. You knew things were hard for her when she told you about Pietro and her parents, your heart ached for her more when she opened up slowly about her time in Hydra. Never did you think your heart would belong to an Avenger, a woman who had powers, a woman who just wanted a normal life, but you wouldn’t trade her for anybody. ~

To keep yourself busy, you started a vegetable garden. Your mother always joked with Wanda about your gardening skills and how you struggled to keep an air plant alive, but Wanda replied with “I’ll show her how it’s done” followed by a chuckle.

Eventually you took the step and looked for work, finding a part time job in a café to pass time and make more money before your savings started to run low. The hardest part was coming home to the house empty.

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Year 3 was a little easier, naturally people start to find other things to think about and do than drown in grief and hurt but this situation wasn’t normal. You couldn’t accept the idea or chance Wanda had passed, like the other half of the world, what were you all supposed to do without their bodies to be able to take that next step in grieving.

Natasha came over more often, along with other members of the team. On the anniversary of the snap, you had everybody over and cooked plenty of food as you all sat around the large table and took the day to remember those gone. You saw how hard this was overall for Natasha who stepped up to lead the Avengers during this time and with that, you stopped asking for updates and hoped that if there was anything to tell, she’d tell you.

The garden lived and died with the season changes, you left the café and took a more higher paying job in accounting which helped keep your mind distracted, you travelled to your parents’ house and kept it from becoming dusty and ran down, always paying the mortgage one time for them.

Natasha and Steve became worried about you when they found out about you also paying to keep your parents’ home from being sold. They noticed you started doing overtime and you weren’t around as much anymore, your wedding anniversary with Wanda was spent at work taking on more and more work than you knew you could handle, that’s when Natasha stepped in.

“Over working yourself isn’t going to bring her back, Y/n, it won’t bring anybody back” she spoke one night over beer and take out. “I’m not over working myself, I can handle it” you assured her but the dark circles under your eyes told a different story. “When was the last time you had a decent night’s sleep?” she asked before taking a sip from her beer. “Nat please” you sighed, seeing where this conversation was going.

“Y/n, come on. We’re worried about you. I know Wanda being g- “

“Don’t say it! She’s not” you cut her off, standing from the sofa, “she’s just away” you added before walking into the kitchen. “Y/n, I know it’s hard” Natasha spoke behind you, “but this isn’t healthy. You’re going to hurt yourself”

“Nat, thank you but I can look after myself! I don’t need baby-sitting” You spoke without looking at her, tears building in your eyes from your own lie. “It’s okay, Y/n…I’m worried about you” Natasha gently placed a hand on your shoulder causing you to break down. “I miss her” you sobbed, “I won’t believe she’s gone” you added.

“I know” Nat held you gently.

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The 4th year was one of the hardest. You finally allowed yourself to feel everything that your body had been trying to feel since the day she left. You left the garden die, the flowers on the dining table hadn’t been replaced in weeks, the sofa hadn’t been slept on, the dishes piled up, washing lamper overflowing as you locked yourself in the bedroom, snuggled up in bed crying non-stop. Natasha still worried about you when you stopped replying and returning her messages and calls. You weren’t just coping with Wanda’s disappearance but also your parents and close friends, it quickly became harder to find joy in the day let alone life.

~ “Something smells amazing!” you threw your jacket on the coat rack as you walked into the living room. “Welcome home honey” Wanda called from the kitchen.

“How was your mission?” you asked kissing her cheek before grabbing a glass of wine. “It was a mission” she replied, stirring the sauce in the pot, “are you hurt anywhere? Need a bath after dinner?”

“Not this time” she turned to you, placing the wooden spoon on the countertop, and wrapping her arms around the back of your neck, “I missed you, how was your day?” she asked with a smile.

“It was work” you smirked, “No, it was a good day but now it’s even better” you pecked her lips softly, “I missed you too” ~

Memories played in your mind one after another, breaking your heart piece by piece.

~ Wanda couldn’t stop laughing, tears freely streamed down her face as she sipped her wine only to break out in another laughing fit. “Something funny my love?” you asked after returning from the shower, not surprised she was watching another one of her sitcoms. “It just gets me every damn time” she chuckled, wiping her happy tears.

“I can see that” you chuckled with her, grabbing your hand cream from the bedside table~

The sound of her laugh echoed through your mind before you drifted into a slumber only to see her once again in your dreams.

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The 5th. By now you were taking the steps to somewhat move forward and come to terms with that had happen, that was until Natasha came to the house with a certain look of hope.

“We have a plan” she said. Those words burnt into your mind as she explained the plan and the risks. You didn’t care much for the small details, there was hope again. Hope your family would come home.

“Don’t do anything stupid Nat, I mean it. I can’t lose you too” you took her hand, “please”

“I won’t, I promise” she smiled.

You counted down the days on your calendar, cross by cross in red. The garden needed a huge clean-up which filled in your days, in case the plan worked, and Wanda would return, she’d have a fresh new garden to start on. The flowers on the dining table were replace and you tided the house top to bottom.

You cooked for the first time in a long time, your mothers’ favourite dish. Eating alone at the dining table, waiting for the sound of the front door to open but there was nothing. The house stayed silent.

The day finally arrived, and Natasha sent you a text saying promising she’d be safe and bring Wanda home. You stared at the words “We’ll being her home” for a decent hour before you found something to pass the time. Trying not to get your hopes up got harder as the hours ticked by.

11pm came along and still no word from Natasha or anybody else, you thought hopefully by morning there would be something, so you took yourself to bed, tossing and turning until you eventually fell asleep.

The front door opened slowly, boots were kicked off and a coat thrown over the sofa, soft footsteps creeped up the stairs to the bedroom. You lay sleeping with an arm stretched over on Wanda’s side of the bed. She smiled at the sight of you, tears already streaming down her cheek when she saw her picture still on your bedside table, the moon light hitting it perfectly for her to see. She walked over to the bed, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Som doma miláčik” she whispered before placing a kiss on your cheek causing you to jump awake. “Baby, it’s me” she said when she saw the fear in your eyes, “W-Wands? It’s really you?”

She nodded, “Yes, my love” she smiled softly. You wrapped your arms around her tightly, sobbing “Wanda! I missed you!”

“I know my darling, Nat told me everything” she held you tight, rocking back and forth to comfort you. “I tried to keep everything the same” you sobbed more, “shhh honey, everything is okay, let me hold you” she whispered, kissing the top of your head like she always did.

Both exhausted and both overwhelmed with love and joy, you both feel asleep in each other’s arms, not caring for how long the both of you slept in for the following morning.

Wanda woke up not long before you did, she lay calmly beside you, waking you sleep with her thumb stroking your exposed cheek, taking in every little detail so she’d never forget. For her, she’d been gone for 5 seconds, for you it was 5 years.

“You’re awake” you groaned with a stir, feeling her eyes on you. “dobré ráno” she spoke softly, your eyes flickered open as you turned to once again, “you’re really home” you said, brushing your hand gently over her cheek, “it’s not a dream” you added.

“I’m leaving again, I should’ve listened to you” she started.

“Wands, please…it was going to happen if or if you didn’t go. You’re home now and that’s all that matters. I know things are slightly different, but I never stopped loving you, I didn’t stop thinking about you, baby I was drowning without you”

Wanda pulled you close to her, “Nat told me everything you did, I will never put you through that again, I promise, my darling. It’s just you and I from now on” she spoke.

“W-what do you mean? You’re not seriously leaving the Avengers?” you sat up confused.

“When Nat and Steve told everything, my heart broke and I realised that being here, with you is way more important to me. Yes, we saved the world, but they don’t need me for every mission” she explained.

“But you’ve always said that you felt good with good you guys do”

“And I feel even better when I’m home, safe with you. They can call me if they truly need me but until then, I don’t want to waste another second without you”

“Are you sure this is what you want Wands?”

“My life is with you; I think they understand that” she replied. You didn’t say anything but pull her close and kiss her softly, “I love you” she whispered between kisses, “I’m not leaving you again” she promised.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #fanfiction #the scarlet witch #the avengers #wandavision #elizabeth olsen

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blainesebastian · 1 year

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aquarium (ccg universe)

words: 1,605 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) “ ccg and Austin request with luci where ccg is at work for the day so Austin has to look after luci and they go to the park and play together and stuff and it’s just rlly sweet but then luci falls over and austin makes it better” warnings: none notes: thanks so much for reading! appreciate ya’ll :) slightly different than prompt request but same vibes! tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

There are not many times in which you find yourself busy and Austin stays home for the day to watch Luci. It’s a balance and trade off, for sure, but you’re a writer—there’s less chances for you to have to go in to work unless it’s table reads or drama. You like to be on set but are less needed when it comes to producers and directors, and you’re completely okay with that. It allows you to be home and present in your passion all at the same time.

You just feel lucky for the most part that you and Austin aren’t working on projects simultaneously. Don’t get it wrong, you do love that this whole writing thing has worked out for you. It’s just…with today, the only thing you hate is that you’re missing is that Austin is taking Luci to the zoo.

To be clear, you don’t exactly blame this decision—you and Austin had been planning on taking Luci there for a while now, she’s been learning all these animal names and noises and is super excited at treating the entire trip like a safari of some kind. When you get called in to work unexpectedly, you’re not about to ruin that trip for Luci even though Austin offers to go another day.

It's fine, there will be other zoo trips for sure, and besides,

“Work will definitely go a lot smoother if I got cute videos to look at while dealing with actors and script changes. I’ll be in a zoo of my own making.”

Austin smiles a little, rubbing the back of his neck, “Just doesn’t seem fair to you.”

You hum lightly, moving to place yourself on his lap as he sits on the couch, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “What’s not fair is canceling this trip on Luci because I have to work.” You smile down at him as his hands slide up and down your thighs, “Besides, she’ll have more fun with you anyways.”

Austin rolls his eyes, squeezing your hips, “Don’t even say that.”

Smirking, you lean down to press your foreheads together briefly, “I might be able to show up for the tail-end if I get everything in order. Something to look forward to.”

You can tell Austin isn’t one hundred percent satisfied with that answer but because you’re willing to do it that way? He sighs and nods, hooking his finger underneath your chin to draw you into a kiss.

It’s not that Austin doesn’t think the whole zoo trip isn’t going to be a great day, he knows it will be (and it is), it’d just be more complete with you there. He sends copious amounts of videos to you as he and Luci make way through the zoo, pausing at different enclosures. He’s only recognized a handful of times by fans and all the interactions are decent, respectful of his space with his daughter. And his most entertaining reaction is someone asking ‘Is Y/N here too?’. He says no but snaps a selfie with them to text you,

Austin: got fans askin’ about you Y/N: priorities :)

Luci does a lot of investigative adventures with every animal she visits, so ready to ask questions and copy their sounds as much as she can. Very entertaining—he’s got an entire album collection of it at this point.

Right before the aquarium part of the zoo, Austin carries Luci into a gift shop on his shoulders so she can take a look around. Her arms are kinda tight around his neck every so often, but he doesn’t mind, holding her by the shins as she leans one way or another to point out stuffed animals to him.

“I think we should get mom somethin’.” He picks her up off his shoulders and holds her against his chest, her legs wrapping around his upper torso. “What do you think?”

Luci grins, that big cheesy one that always makes him chuckle, “Yessss.”

“Alright,” He presses a kiss to her cheek, “Which one?”

He picks up a few animals as they walk—a cow, a seal, a lion, Luci seems to love them all, but she doesn’t settle on any of them. Not until he picks up a panda, however, that one she reaches for instantly, squeezing it to her chest. He smirks, playfully tugging one of her pigtails that she has in because he’s gonna need that to check-out.

As they head out of the gift shop, if Austin had to guesstimate, Luci’s got about another good hour in her before she starts needing a nap—he hopes you’ll be able to make it before then.

You don’t exactly rush your time on set, but you’d be lying if you weren’t paying attention to the hours and minutes creeping by. You give yourself a limit in order to work everything out between directors and actors, knowing exactly when you should leave. It’ll be fine, you know it, and they can always call you back tomorrow. At the end of the day, it’s for the people on set to figure out—you can only give so much guidance.

The last series of texts and videos that you got from Austin were right outside the aquarium and you hope aren’t too late. While you love the updates? It’s nothing compared to seeing it in person.

Making your way to the zoo, you quickly park once you get there, paying for a ticket and making a b-line for the aquarium. Running a hand through your hair, you take a look around, everything covered in a soft blue light from the reflection of windows and water—has to be one of your favorite places to visit. When you were in high school, you wanted to work in an aquarium, become a marine biologist or something. God, if younger you could see you now.

You smile a little, rounding a corner and walking up a ramp, knowing the best way to do this is to start from top to bottom (best way to view the aquarium in your opinion). You’re about to text Austin when you turn a corner and see them, pausing to observe. Austin looks utterly beautiful underneath the soft blue waves of light, his eyes even a crisper shade than usual because of it. He’s standing against one of the glass windows with Luci in his arms, watching as she points out fish that swim by.

He grabs one of her hands at one point, kisses her knuckles, and then lets her go—talking with her about jellyfish, manta rays and sharks alike.

You swear your heart swells twice its normal size.

Austin turns a little to look behind him, mostly at the people who move past, but his gaze flutters up and he notices you. Always has been able to find you in a crowd. He smiles a little, offering a small wave even though Luci hasn’t seen you yet. He leans down and whispers in her ear and Luci brightens as she quickly turns around, squiggling to be put on the ground.

You can’t help but chuckle as Luci takes off in a sprint when she’s free…and then completely spills out by tripping on the carpet. This is definitely a typical occurrence, still trying to find her sea legs.

“Oh babe,” You say as she gets herself up but starts crying. You know it’s mostly out of shock rather than pain but Austin is quick to scoop her into his arms again as you approach.

“Quite a wipeout.” He says fondly, checking her hands and knees just in case she has any scrapes. Her tears are big and slightly dramatic as they roll down her cheeks, lower lip wobbling as she gulps air, “Hey, hey,” He croons, gently bouncing her against his side, “You’re alright, not a scratch.”

Austin makes a big production of kissing the back of her hands, blowing small raspberries into her forearms until she giggles. He’s really good at that, you realize, making her laugh. It just seems to be Austin; he always knows how to make you feel better too, even without trying very hard.

“There we go,” He smiles a little, “Want to give mama what we got her?”

You raise your eyebrows, “You got me something?” You smooth your hand through one of her pigtails, waiting for Austin to hand her the bag. Luci excitedly reaches inside and tugs out—

You gasp, reaching for it with bright eyes, “Oh my goodness! What is this?”

“A panda!” Luci exclaims, clearly very proud of the purchase. “See? It’s got spots momma.”

You let out a soft laugh because, of course, how could you have not known that? Austin grins and takes the bear for a moment, having it kiss your cheek. And then you can’t help but kiss him—far too quick but just enough. Luci reaches forward, interrupting the closeness between you and your husband, wanting to be held by you.

“Okay,” You laugh, taking her into your arms, “What do you want, troublemaker?”

“Fishies!” Luci declares, pointing over your shoulder, wanting to go see.

“Fishies?” You ask, grinning with a squeeze, looking over at Austin before moving forward, “What about jellies? Seahorses! Sea urchins—see any of those yet?”

Luci shakes her head but she’s definitely ready to explore. You set her on the ground and she takes off running again, eager to accept another adventure despite tumbling a few minutes earlier. You smile, your hand finding Austin’s effortlessly as your other holds onto the stuffed panda.

You’re so happy you didn’t miss this day.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things #ccg

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your-local-hoemie · 10 months

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ꕥ Genshin Impact ꕥ boyfriend headcanons, Inazuma edition~ part two.

Firstly, why is Itto so pretty in this gif???

Who gave this man the right?????

Secondly, thank you all for 100 followers!!! I honestly didn’t think anyone would really like my writing but knowing that you do makes it even more fun! And ya’ll are all so nice too like I don’t deserve this what T-T

Summary: literally the title.

Warnings: fluff, maybe a lil’ suggestive??, swearing, established relationship, Gn!reader, not proof-read.

Characters: Itto, Ayato, Gorou. (I’m classing scara (aka, wanderer) as a Sumeru citizen now since he’s a new, good boy! What i still wouldn’t give for him to crush me)

Itto~

God bless this man.

He’s so precious.

He openly adores everything you do.

Walked up a bunch of stairs without dying?

You can bet your sweet buns that this man is going to be awe struck.

He’s very strong and even though he acts like a himbo, he’s still got his head in a good place (kinda)

(He’s a complete fucking idiot)

But he is the definition of a golden retriever boyfriend!

Give him head pats and tell him he’s a good boy and he’s mush in your arms!

Boy will go all out on dates hsiduxid

Most of the time they don’t go as planned but you can’t even get mad when he still somehow manages to pull a successful “plan numero two-o” out of nowhere.

Kuki has become his go-to advisor for romance!

She doesn’t know much bless her but she knows more than him jdjdjdhdurj

Man doesn’t get jealous.

He’s too oblivious-

If someone starts flirting with you he’ll probably just join in.

“You think they’re great too?? What am I saying, of course you do! How could you not think that they’re the coolest, most awesomest partner ever!”

Bless his heart I love him T-T

He lets you polish his horns-

He lets you polish his horns.

It might not seem like much but he’s so proud of them that it’s a literal honour-

Loves it when you pet them too or put little jewellery around them!

Honestly I think he’s a really good kisser.

Don’t ask why but he just gives off that vibe.

He’s also been roping you into beetle fights.

Which he totally wins every time!

He doesn’t. You let him win occasionally.

He once found a super cool looking beetle and named it after you!!

He always makes sure to take extra good care of it just because of that.

Ayato~

Imma be honest, if I see this man pull boba out of his arm one more time and make that slurp I might lose it-

I’m not too familiar with his character but my best friend has a intense crush on him so i will get scolded if I make this is too inaccurate.

I know this sounds absurd but istg I will bet everything that this man has social anxiety.

I can smell my people.

He’s just really good at hiding it with his duties!

And you’re the only one who gets to see that side of him because he trusts you more than anyone T-T

Man is extremely busy so dates are rare but he still somehow manages to make time!

A privilege that’s only shared with Ayaka who absolutely adores you!!

She also absolutely wasn’t a little jealous of her brother hdbfhdj

He adores the little things you do!

Like, absolutely worships them!

If you decided to make him the ugliest drawing known to man kind he will frame it and look at it at least twice a day.

He taught you to play chess and much to thoma’s dismay, he taught you extremely well.

Poor boy hasn’t won in months.

Always offers you a taste of his magical sleeve boba!

How it stays fresh, no one knows.

He’s an absolute gentleman!

Hand kisses whenever he greets you, without fail!

Always insist on getting you little trinkets or jewellery!

He thinks you deserve it ok, just accept it-

Always talks about you to thoma and Ayaka!

He wants to make sure you know how much he loves you!!

He is a little possessive over you-

He means no harm by it but he can’t help his sly, mischievous side show a little bit.

“Come now, is that really any way to talk to my future spouse? Hm? Yes I did call you that, do you object, dearest~?”

Just cuts into the conversation with the offending person and grabs you by the waist with zero shame-

Do it back-

It’ll shut him up really quick~

Gorou~

Just like Ayato, I’m not super familiar with his personality hngggg.

Let’s get it out the way, shall we?

Tail.

Ears.

I NEED TO PET HIM!!!!!!

And lucky you!

You get to pet him!!

Yes he allows you to touch the ears.

Maybe be careful with the tail though cough cough

He whimpers

Beach dates aaaAAAA!

He’s constantly in work mode but he does his best to relax!

He loves making seashell necklaces with you and just taking walks together while talking!

Poor boy gets very flustered very easily.

He knows his tail gives off his emotions way too easily and you’re always super quick to tease him about it.

Evil.

He’s a thigh person and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Let him lay in your lap, please.

He’s also super ticklish-

Don’t ask, he just looks the type.

He can’t help but melt into a flustered mess whenever you’re around!

Which of course he gets teased for mercilessly by the rest of the soldiers.

But saying that, he will never be embarrassed by admitting he loves you!

He believes strongly in being open about how you feel.

Always brings you freshly picked flowers whenever you meet up!

He is really strong though, don’t be fooled by his fluff.

One of the reasons he loves you so much is because you never see him as just a pet.

He also asks you to study with him when kokomi lets him read her books!

You’d be amazed by how focused this man can get when in serious mode istg not even a earthquake could shake him.

“Huh? I love you but come on, do I really have to remind you again? It’s vital that we always keep our minds sharp even if there’s no visible threat! Leave the poor lizards alone-”

His patience with you is incredible.

He doesn’t get jealous easily but he does get a little insecure sometimes!

He’ll never cause a scene with it but he will be open with how he feels.

He hates the idea of arguing so he’ll always bring it up in a polite way!

He’s always super respectful of you and will quickly scold anyone who acts differently~

He’s a very good and very precious baby~

IM ALIVE!!! Well, kinda. I’m back at home but I got a lot of recovery to do and when I tell ya’ll that it is frUSTRATING! So writing is a good distraction!

I’m still gonna be taking my time though since my energy is completely gone not to mention I’m not allowed to get too excited since it raises my heart rate so the genshin men might actually end up killing me gdjsgHDJSH

Not that I’d mind either-

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I know we’ve only been introduced to three abusive characters, but MAN do I hate how Viv portrays them, just abusive characters in general, mainly because they’re just evil because they’re evil, she says she’s a sucker for villains but they’re all fucking boring. There’s no reason or even a hint to why they act the way they act.

- Why is Stella abusive and wants to torment Stolas even though she could care less about him? Because she just is.

- Why is Crimson abusive towards his son and grew up hating him? Because he just does.

Like….Hell, I shit on Val a lot but at least I can understand his perspective. Angel is the most famous porn star in all of hell and Val runs the porn industry, wanting to keep him in check and make sure he stays in his place and follows the rules. He’s also his pimp so…..even though his personality is also just “Evil”, we as the audience can at least tell he’s a greedy manipulative strict asshole who uses others for his own entertainment…like, he actually has a MOTIVATION. Even that Tom dude from the Zoophobia comic made more fucking sense, because he was Addison’s ex and was possessive, that’s all the explanation we needed to understand.

Stella and Crimson are just evil because they’re evil. I could understand if Crimson resented Moxxie AFTER he left the business, but he seemed to despise him at birth. It wasn’t even a situation of “I’m toughing you up”, he just hates Moxxie because he hates Moxxie. Meanwhile Stella doesn’t give two shits about Stolas, never was upset by the cheating, and yet wants to torment him because he cheated…..even though we established that she didn’t care. Of course I know that in real life, not everyone acts a certain way for a reason. Some people are just crazy, especially abusive people, and I’m not asking Viv to give them a reason necessarily, just have it make SENSE, and have more to the character, because Stella, Val, and Crimson are all so by the numbers and boring…..like…you’re either completely menacing, or jokey, and that’s all they have to them. It’s the same schtick for Viv’s villains, or should I say the BAD bad villains. 🙄

Ya’ll can feel free to disagree with me, but at this point I just roll my eyes at Viv’s abusive characters because they’re all just cheap attempts to seem deep and complex even though Viv doesn’t know how to handle the serious topic of abuse and trauma for the fucking life of her in the first place.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #helluva boss Stella critical #helluva boss crimson critical #vivziepop criticism #rant

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You Cuddled Me

Oh no... there's only one bed at the Inn and there's two of them...

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Day 2 of @azrisweek 2023 (Favorite Tropes)

a/n: look, ya’ll, my self control went out the window when i read the prompt and saw “enemies to lovers” and “only one bed.”

WARNINGS: mentions of domestic abuse and some slight spicy talk towards the end

{ ao3 } "i want to break these bones 'till they're better" series: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Why did everything seem to be falling apart right now? Eris seriously needed it to stop for just a few moments so he could get his bearings back. He was walking beside the shadowsinger of the Night Court after just almost draining his magic dry to let him and Azriel escape a Bogge. For some reason, the creature was on Autumn Court lands at the worst moment possible. They’d only just barely escaped that damned creature.

If I had my father’s powers already, then I would’ve been able to kill it, he thought.

Eris had been preparing to kill his father in one week and he’d been “traveling,” according to Beron for three. He’d actually been with the Night Court. Azriel was Rhysand’s way of a compromise instead of staying in Hewn City for those three weeks.

“Why won’t you let me winnow us?” Azriel asked again.

“Because we’re not,” Eris snapped. He wouldn’t stoop so low as to let the shadowsinger from the Night Court winnow him. He had far higher standards.

“It’d be better for you to regain your strength quicker in a bed rather than hiking lost through these forests,” Azriel argued.

“We are not lost,” Eris growled. “I know these woods like the back of my hand.”

“Where are we then?” Azriel quizzed, seemingly unable to believe Eris had memorized his own court.

“Just south of the Winter Court border. We’re traveling east, toward a village we can stay at for the night,” Eris answered. “Please have more faith in me, shadowsinger.”

Azriel huffed, his shadows swirling faster. Eris rolled his eyes and turned back to the familiar Autumn Court forests.

“We’re wasting time,” Azriel said.

“We’re not,” Eris argued.

“You have to kill your damned father in a week and you just spent all your magic on that Bogge.”

“And?” Eris prompted.

“Don’t you need to save your magic?”

“Even if I saved my magic for a century I wouldn’t be able to beat him. How much magic I have makes no difference, shadowsinger.”

“Then how the hell are you killing him?”

“By being smart,” Eris growled. “Apparently, you lack the skill to do that.”

“Or you lack any saneness,” Azriel muttered, his wings briefly spreading before resettling.

“You know, there’s a reason why I didn’t tell your friendly little High Lord how I was going to kill my father,” Eris drawled, sarcasm dripping from his tone. “He’d stop me in my tracks and force me into a plan that wouldn’t even work.”

“Enlighten me in your plans then.”

Eris sighed, rubbing his eyes as he stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face the Illyrian. “Do you really want to know or do you want to complain?”

Azriel paused, hands sliding into his pockets. He would look casual if it wasn’t for the shadows coiling up over his shoulders like asps preparing to strike. “Tell me,” the shadowsinger ordered.

He was positively the worst guard that Eris had ever had.

“Fine,” Eris relented. If only to shut him the hell up, he reasoned silently.

A small smile appeared on Azriel’s face in triumph, but Eris paid it no mind as he began to explain his plan. First, he’d enact the traditional Blood Duel for the crown.

Azriel already dared to scoff. Eris gritted his teeth to stop himself from mentioning it. He’d make this power exchange traditionally or not at all. His citizens had to respect him.

The next step, during the Blood Duel, would be to put all his magic toward a shield when his father inevitably attempted to spear him through with fire. It would most likely occur further into the duel, which he would dodge and grit his teeth against burns. However, after that, his father would be more drained, as would he be. Eris was certain that he could beat Beron in one-on-one combat without magic. Weapons or not.

Beron would be able to choose the stakes of the duel if there were weapons or not, but Eris would decide the time. Eris already had at least a hundred allies in the Forest House that reported to him. The guards, the servants, his brothers… his mother. Beron wouldn’t expect the witnesses of the Blood Duel to take his side.

He knew Beron was already preparing for the day Eris challenged him, but Eris had been planning since he was ten years old, when Beron had first laid a hand on him with that damned whip.

He didn’t mention that part to Azriel.

When he finished his explanation, Azriel hummed thoughtfully and then began to walk again. Eris wasn’t even phased by the lack of reaction. It was a lot like the shadowsinger to show nothing.

They kept walking in silence after that.

When they were about an hour away from sunset and the village, Azriel finally spoke. “I suppose your plan might work. But you’ll have to be quick to anger him into ending it, because I doubt you can survive that long, and I doubt he’d not be able to see your plan. The power surge should save you once he’s dead.”

“I know,” Eris stated. And that was that.

Eventually, the lights of the town were in sight. By then, Eris was dragging his feet and only managing to stay upright because he didn’t want to seem weak in front of the Illyrian warrior beside him.

“What, are you going to demand entry to someone’s home or something?” Azriel asked, his expression looking mocking.

Eris rolled his eyes. “We’re not barbarians like your people,” he replied. “There’s a local Inn.”

Azriel looked about ready to jump him at that comment. Eris felt strangely proud for being able to rile up the silent shadowsinger so much.

“This way,” Eris merely said, walking off without a care. He was, however, keeping close attention to the sounds of Azriel’s footsteps on the crunchy leaves. The spymaster might be able to stay silent in other terrains, but Eris was suited quite well to the leafy floors of the Autumn Court. He knew how and where to step to stay silent if he wanted to. Azriel didn’t.

The Inn was close by and with the sun falling beneath the horizon, they made it inside just in time to avoid Azriel’s time of the day. Eris might be able to beat Azriel in the day on his land but at night? It’d be close.

“General,” the keeper immediately bowed his head. “And Spymaster of Night.”

Eris put on a smile that radiated ease. “We need two rooms for the night.”

The housekeeper gulped, looking down at the papers on the desk. “Uhm…” they hesitated.

“What?” Eris asked, narrowing his eyes.

“We only have one open room tonight I’m afraid…” the keeper said.

“Two beds works just as fine,” Eris settled.

“It’s- it’s just one bed.” The housekeeper sounded nervous and quiet. Eris took a deep breath and sighed. He was too exhausted to handle much of anything else this evening.

“Fine,” Eris sighed. He slid a silver over the counter as payment. “Keep the change.” The keeper swallowed, clearly uncomfortable, before coming around the corner to lead them both up the stairs, to a sharp left, and then on the last door, he opened it.

“Here you are, sirs,” The keeper said.

Eris waved him off and instead just entered the room, holding back a groan at the sight of the measly bed in the center. He knew this town was popular, as it was near one of the bigger cities and was perfect for people to stay, especially with a visiting circus in that city, but he didn’t expect all the rooms to be full.

“Right, how are we doing this shadowsinger?” Eris asked. He shifted his gaze to the room around them. Tiny. Enclosed. There was no room on the floor and the bathroom wasn’t much better. Eris was curious if the Illyrian would even be able to fit in the bathroom properly with those huge wings attached to his back.

Azriel hummed, eyeing the bed and then the floor.

“I should’ve just winnowed us,” Azriel said.

Eris took a breath through his nose, making sure it was audible to show his waning patience. “If you keep whining, shadowsinger, maybe it’ll annoy the people in the other rooms so much they’ll give us their room.”

“Stop being so sarcastic for once,” Azriel growled.

“Stop complaining,” Eris retorted.

Azriel groaned. “Fine,” he stated. “Fuck it. We’re grown males.”

“You have wings,” Eris said with a raised brow.

“I’ll manage.”

Eris hummed before making his way to the bathroom. “I’m taking the first shower, shadowsinger.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from the primping son of a High Lord.”

“Should I expect more from an Illyrian bastard?”

“You should’ve learned by now that insult doesn’t work on me.”

“Oh, you need a new insult?” Eris taunted. “How about Rhysand’s dog? You sit, you stay and you fetch when he asks. Even better, you attack when he says so.”

“Oh shut it and get in the damn shower.”

Eris smirked and slammed the door shut without an ounce of regret for the others in the room across from them. He unbelted his sword from his hip and went for the daggers he had next.

He bit his lip briefly when he realized he’d be going to bed weaponless, lying next to a trained Illyrian warrior. He’d just have to hope that Azriel truly was going to obey his master’s orders. He moved to get the iron armor that covered his upper chest and then the lighter leather armor under it and his boots. I really do need to get a new chest plate, he thought, remembering when he was quite literally skewered on the ice by Cassian.

Finally, he was left in some undershorts and a t-shirt, which he quickly took off and turned the shower on as hot as it would go. He undid the leather strap around his hair next and then turned to the shower.

He briefly flared his fire to heat his blood so the water wouldn’t burn him immediately, and then let it fade and let the water do the work for him. He ran a wet hand through his hair, sighing with frustration as he felt burrs and leaves stuck in them from his rolls with the Bogge.

He used the provided shampoo, conditioner, and body wash before getting out. He didn’t bother with the one towel provided and instead just dried himself off with the fire in his blood. He put his shorts and shirt on and carried his armor and weapons out of the bathroom, ignoring Azriel who seemed to be carefully scanning and counting each one. He set them down on the limited floor space just as Azriel went into the bathroom himself.

He sighed, tightening his hair into a bun to avoid as much touching with Azriel as he could. He sat down on the bed, sighing with brief frustration. It was just a night sleeping in the same bed as Azriel. He would be fine. Perfectly fine-

Azriel opened the door again, still wet and shirtless.

Eris blinked and turned back to face the opposite wall to hide his blush.

When did the Illyrian get so damn attractive? Seriously, that muscle looked unreal.

Eris had slept with a few males before. There were enough experiments he’d had that gave him something else to hide from his father. If Beron ever caught wind of the knowledge he preferred males in bed over females… he’d be strung up by a spear through his heart.

He shook his head clear of those thoughts and turned back toward Azriel with more confidence.

Azriel, however, must’ve noticed, because he was smirking like a fiend.

“I would’ve never guessed the heir of Autumn was attracted to males,” Azriel drawled. “Do you see something you like, little Eris?”

“I’m not little,” Eris snapped, and grit his teeth when he realized the potential double meaning behind his words. Damn the shadowsinger for seeing his weakness and exploiting it.

Azriel looked entirely too happy at the moment, adjusting his shorts lower on one side as he scratched at his hip.

“I don’t sleep with a shirt,” Azriel said. “Too annoying with the wings.”

Of course, he didn’t. Eris internally was telling himself to keep a straight face.

“How interesting that you’ve kept this little bit of yourself hidden,” Azriel continued as Eris attempted to ignore the hip bone and muscles on the Illyrian’s figure.

“Shut it,” Eris snapped.

“Why doesn’t anyone else know?”

Eris heard just a little bit of curiosity in the shadowsinger’s voice. He was honestly asking.

“The Autumn Court isn’t exactly friendly towards people like me,” Eris said. “In fact, people regularly laugh at Helion and Thesan for their preferences. Openly mocking at worst.”

“Damn this place is fucked up,” Azriel sighed, sitting on the bed, causing it to dip in his direction.

“Just shut up,” Eris growled. “You’ll be leaving soon anyway.”

“Unless you die,” Azriel mused. “Then I’ll be spying some more here.”

Eris rolled his eyes. “As if you don’t already do that.”

Azriel shot him a little smirk which told him that Azriel spied on the Autumn Court quite regularly.

“Of course,” Azriel drawled. “Perhaps I was expecting too much from the people who left Mor with a metal spike in her stomach.”

Eris’s fists closed tightly and he took a deep breath. Calm down, he scolded himself. “You would never understand the forces at play then, shadowsinger,” Eris retorted.

“Tell me then,” Azriel growled back.

“You wouldn’t believe me, so get under the damn covers and go to bed.”

“You first.”

Eris rolled his eyes and proceeded to slide under the covers, looking over at Azriel expectantly.

“I’ll turn off the lights,” Azriel muttered.

“Don’t bother,” Eris said. “They’re flames, I’ll extinguish them off when you manage to get comfortable.”

“Don’t you use faelights? And aren’t you out of magic?” Azriel asked, hesitantly getting under the covers.

“I’m not out. Just weaker. And we do,” Eris said. “But flame makes it so much easier for the High Fae around here.”

“Of course it does,” Azriel muttered under his breath and slid so the pillow was under his head. He was turned toward Eris’s side of the bed, his wings hanging partially over the edge so he didn’t have to get on Eris’s side of the bed. Eris sighed and slid down, the covers going under his arm and the other going under the pillow with a strategically placed dagger just in case.

He winked out the flame lights in the room then and waited in tense silence, listening to Azriel’s breaths.

Eris sighed and tried to focus on his thoughts– not the killer behind him.

He had to quell that attraction to Azriel quickly, he told himself. Azriel hated him. He had to control himself as well. He must be losing his edge if he was blushing at the sight of Azriel without a shirt. It was just another male, he scolded himself, he didn’t need to react so strongly. He’s only the hottest male you’ve ever seen.

Internally, he growled at himself for that comment.

Soon enough, he found his mind’s wandering beginning to fall into nothing. Azriel’s breaths were slowed behind him and with that, he fell asleep.

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The first thought that occurred to him when he awoke to the sun’s light in his eyes, was that he was eternally grateful that he didn’t have a nightmare.

The next was that there was a muscled, naked chest in front of him and arms wrapped over his body, and his own arms wrapped around the waist of the male as well. What’s even worse is that he felt so safe like this.

The soft breathing above him was so peaceful.

The final thought that he had was the most jarring. He was fucking cuddling with Azriel. In bed. Cauldron boil him alive, when in the night had they wrapped themselves around each other? When had the lapse in his control occurred?

He took a deep breath, shifting slightly. The other male also moved, his hold on Eris briefly tightening before relaxing when Eris stopped moving.

Fucking hell, he swore silently. He had to get up now. He had to stop them both from being so embarrassed they couldn’t even look at each other without blushing.

He prepared himself internally for the argument he was about to start before pushing at Azriel’s chest with a snarl that was only partially for play.

“Damned brute,” he growled as Azriel startled awake. Eris continued, “Couldn’t stop yourself from wrapping around the only warmth in the bed, could you?”

Azriel sat up immediately, blushing bright red.

Well, I failed that part, Eris thought.

Azriel schooled his face after a moment into cold-hearted fury. “More like you searching for something to wrap your arms around. I bet you still sleep with stuffed animals.”

He did. Sometimes. He’d forced himself into hugging pillows or his dogs instead, but on occasion, he still took out that little stuffed fox his mother got him when he was young. But nobody would ever know that. Definitely not Azriel.

“More like you do,” Eris retorted, standing from the bed. “You were definitely the first to do it.”

Azriel scowled. “As if. You kept ogling my muscles last night, so you were definitely the first.”

Eris leaped on the bed again, attempting to pin Azriel to the mattress. Alas, when you try to pin the Illyrian warrior who weighs more than you with your hair unbound, you normally find yourself pinned.

Azriel pressed a knee into the small of his back, yanking his head back by his hair. Eris let out a small yelp, straining against the weight on his back with his arms to try and turn. The dagger he’d put under his pillow was on the ground with the leather strap for his hair. Damn it, wonderful, he thought.

“I bet you bottom for all those males you’ve been with,” Azriel growled into his ear while yanking his head back more. Eris snarled, attempting to turn around and punch the male on top of him.

“Get the fuck off of me,” Eris growled.

“What a brat,” Azriel chuckled, and released him. Eris immediately turned and tried to leap at the Illyrian. Azriel grabbed both of his forearms to pin him on his back now.

“You’re annoying,” Azriel mused. “Can’t you just relax?”

“You’re the one who cuddled me in your sleep!” Eris accused.

Azriel rolled his eyes. “We cuddled with each other, get over it. Or have you managed that little contact with others that cuddling is a foreign concept?”

“As if the spymaster of the Night Court is any better,” Eris grit out, attempting to get his knee up to get Azriel between his legs. A dirty trick, but he needed the male off of him before he did something very impulsive.

“I’ll have you know, I have managed to find people to warm my bed. Unlike you apparently. Are you that poor at flirting?”

He most definitely was not. He just didn’t want his damned father to get any stupid ideas from the rumors.

“Tell me,” Azriel said with a deep tone sending a flicker of arousal up his spine. “Are you the one getting flirted on?”

“No,” Eris growled.

Azriel smirked. “You’re cute.”

Eris blinked in surprise. Even the shadowsinger himself seemed surprised by the words that’d escaped him. He swallowed, suddenly feeling the hands holding his forearms a bit too much and the muscled body holding him down. He gritted his teeth to try and control himself and his scent.

Azriel’s face widened into a smirk. “You’re a pretty little liar aren’t you?”

“Shut the fuck up and let me up,” Eris snarled. “Or I’ll burn you.” He let a little fire flare at his fingertips.

Azriel regarded the flame with a bit of nervousness before looking at Eris. “I’m afraid that’d be failing the little bargain you have with the Night Court. You kill me, you can’t kill your dear old father.”

“I most certainly can-”

“Just shut up,” Azriel growled. “I can smell you, you know.”

Eris blanched, his face becoming an even lighter shade than it was.

“You know,” Azriel hummed, “It might not be known, but I’m quite into males myself.”

Eris’s lips thinned as he stared up at Azriel.

Something in the air seemed to snap and Azriel leaned down, pushing his lips onto Eris’s forcefully.

Eris didn’t fight it and instead relaxed, closing his eyes as he groaned into the kiss.

Fucking hell, he thought. What an interesting beginning of the day.

Azriel brushed his tongue along the seam of Eris’s lips and he readily opened them.

Azriel pulled away with a wide smirk. And that smile was the end of Eris’s impulse control.

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Tagged in all ACOTAR Stories: @bunnymallowo, @officiallyunofficialperson, @margssstuff, @rebloggiest-reblogger, @inpraizeof, @graciereads, @eos-princess,

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(please let me know if you'd rather not be tagged in Azris Week or if you'd like to be tagged!!)

also, day 3 will be skipped due to the fact it hated being written :)

#azrisweek2023 #azris supremacy #azris #azriel #eris vanserra #azriel x eris #eris x azriel #eris acotar #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic

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emailblog · 2 years

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Omg I loved your latest Rooster imagine! It got me thinking of kinda part two if you’re willing… it would be where Hangman drunkenly admits that Rooster and his wife are cute and couple goals? You just know Rooster would be insufferable about teasing Jake for being jealous! Either way I love your work! Can’t wait to se what next!

Author's note: I literally love that everyone loved that fic as much as I did, and I hope you all enjoy the unofficial part two. Once again, I have work and school to do today and tomorrow, but I will see you all again around Sunday. I will get to the requests because there are a lot I want to write.

Word Count: 1.0k

After everyone decides to leave the beach and head into the Hard Deck, Jake is the first one to get up and leave. You and Rooster pack up the small snack pack containers you brought into your beach bag, and a part of you wonders what happened to make Jake so upset. Sure, you gave him sort of a smart comment, but he was upset beforehand. Bradley seems to pick up on the fact that you’re concerned about Jake’s mood, so he pulls you close to his side and kisses your forehead.

“Don’t stress about Jake, Honey. You know how he gets.” Rooster walks with you towards the bar, and seeing Jake take two shots from Penny just to shoot them both back and ask for two more has you worrying all over again. You decide to stay with Rooster and let Jake work through his own issues by himself. Coyote and Phoenix decide to play pool, so when you and Rooster take a seat on two barstools by the corner, you lift your feet into his lap and rest against the wall. His hands immediately hold onto your ankles, and his fingers glide up and down the skin. You two share laughs with the group, and Jake watches from the bar as you two high five, having put money on Phoenix to win, just to end up intertwining fingers.

“Roos, play me a song.” You ask dreamily and give him the best puppy eyes. He chuckles at the gesture and moves your feet so he can get up. He walks over to the piano, you and the crew following him, minus Jake. He fully expects Rooster to break out into his Great Balls of Fire act, but when he hears the soft melody instead, his eyes widen. You rest your elbow on top of the back of the piano and watch as Bradley takes on a new personality that the group has not seen before. His voice is soft just like the piano, and the entire bar is watching as Rooster plays with such love and passion.

“Just thinking of you, and the way you look tonight.” He sings out, and you move to stand beside him, head resting on his just after you place a kiss on top. Jake was eight shots in and nursing a whiskey, so he gets up and walks over to the both of you. When you hear his heavy footsteps, you turn to stop him from doing anything rash.

“Jake, are you okay? How much did you have to drink?” You put a hand on his chest to stop him from coming any further, and Bradley stops playing to make sure you’re okay.

“You two think you’re so fucking cute. With the touching and kissing. Well, some of us are single, okay? Seeing you two all cuddled up and domestic makes us feel left out, so just stop being so cute and the best couple out there.” He finishes rambling, and you hug him, to his surprise. When you pull away, you give him a smile.

“Jake, we’re married, Honey. That’s what married people do, but if it makes you feel uncomfortable, we’ll tone it down. Right, Bradley?” Your tone is a warning, and Rooster knows that.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

The next morning when they all meet up again at a local diner, Jake has his head down on the table and warm cup coffee basically burning his hand off. Fanboy stacks creamers as high as he can just for Coyote to knock them down and fall on Jake causing him to groan.

“Damn, did ya’ll kill Hangman?” Rooster calls out, and Jake snaps his head up. Big mistake. He immediately grabs his head in pain, but you reach into your purse and hand him a bottle of Advil.

“Here you go, Honey.” Your motherly tone has him remembering last night's events, and he hopes you two never mention it again. You go to take the seat beside Rooster, across from Jake, but Bradley puts his hands on the seat.

“Roo, what are you doing?” You stand there confused, but Bradley just swats you away. You’re confused at your husband’s playful yet childish attitude.

“We can’t sit together because according to Hangman we’re couple goals and have to stop rubbing it in his single face.” He smugly looks at the miserable man, so you swat the back of Rooster’s head.

“Leave Jake alone. It took a lot to be open about that. Especially to you.” You pick up the menu to see what you could get.

“Yeah, a lot of whiskey.” Rooster comments again, so you smack his shoulder. He looks at you slowly with an open mouth, shock on his face. You ignore him and continue to figure out what you want to eat.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I was feeling bitter and jealous, but that’s on me. You two should be able to be cute whenever you want.” Jake apologizes and takes a sip of his coffee. You point to a menu item while handing the menu to Bradley so he knows that to order for you.

“You hear that, Baby? We can fuck in front of Hangman, and he’ll be fine.” Bradley mentions while glancing over the menu. Coyote chokes on his coffee, but Fanboy just melts into his seat basically.

“Bradley Bradshaw, do you enjoy sleeping on the couch, or do you really enjoy torturing yourself?”

#bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #jake seresin

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imagionationstation · 2 days

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random idea I had.

so y’know those role swap aus? Where like…Mikey’s the serious leader, Raph’s the tech guy, etc etc.

what would it be like if we added April and Casey?

like…swap Donnie and Casey? Or something like that? Idk bro. It’s a random idea I had lol

Role swap AU: An AU where characters swap their roles for a period of time with the subsequent story exploring how plot events alter, diverge, or stay the same because of this swap.

So…

I’ve never been one for role swap au’s tbh. I think there was only one that ever caught my attention, but the characters were so insanely on point that I could envision the show in my head. In all the body swaps that I’ve read, it’s Splinter being like “ya’ll could benefit from being in someone else’s shoes. Here’s what we gonna do”

I prefer a character being forced to manage in another’s brain/body for some time. There’s so much potential in those 🤩

What are April and Casey’s roles?

I suppose Casey is more muscle, but April seems to tilt between brains/muscle as it pleases her. She absolutely wants to be seen as a warrior, but she works with Donnie in his lab during research and making connections and whatnot.

“Added April and Casey” implies that the role swap includes everyone, so just swapping Donnie&Casey feels shortsighted. (I don’t mean that to be offensive in any way. I’m thinking outloud.) We could give Casey’s role to Donnie, but with the wide group of people, I feel like Donnie’s role should go elsewhere. If that makes sense?

Yk what April’s taking Leo’s role, I’ve decided. Not because “haha she’d probably be bad at it” but because I think she’d find a potential to be a leader when given the chance and that would be neat.

Mikey can take April’s place bc it would give him the chance to be more involved in things. “You never question April when she says she has a feeling about stuff! “You always let April help out in the lab!” “You let April check out leads solo!” He wouldn’t care that she’s a human or that she has psychic powers. She got to when it came to helping the team so that’s what he gets to do.

Raph can take Mikey’s role because he deserves to know what it’s like for his main role on the team to be bait. He can’t always fight mutants head on because he has to keep them busy so his brothers can take the baddy down. He can’t protect his brothers because he’s meant to headed in another direction. That would drive him nuts. (I’d think it’d be cute if he demanded to know how Mikey could stand it and Mikey’s all chill like “I just trust that my big bros have it covered like they always do” and then he’s utterly humbled.) He’d also be put in the position of having to be the “face man” (of sorts) and make friends with optional allies. Stop being grumbly and glaring for five minutes to hold a conversation. It’ll be his ultimate struggle.

Casey can take Raph’s role because it’s basically his role except he’s not able to play the loner game anymore. The fam always kind of lets Casey do his own vigilante thing during the series, but now that’s not allowed. And Raph makes it very clear on day one. His job is to be by their side when something big is going down. And if being the leader’s second is the way to accomplish that then he has to deal. He can complain, he can whine, he can make the leader’s life impossible- but he has to be there when they need him. PERIODT.

Donnie can take Casey’s role because he deserves to not have to be a big part of the game for five minutes. There’s no monumental role, no impossible task, the fate of everything is no longer on his shoulders- he can just, fight. And when not on the field, he can do as he pleases. He’s not expect in the lab, in the dojo, in any kind of strategy planning- he can pick one or he can hang out. He can snack, he can videogames/shows, he can read comics, he can run away the surface- he has essentially free range when he’s not actively on a mission. (The only downside is that he actually does like having people rely on him and look to him for answers. He likes keeping his hands busy with purpose. And punching baddies 24/7 gets kinda old.)

Leo can take Donnie’s place. He’d be the most capable of taking on the role of genius since there have been scenes where he pays attention to his brother because the mission depends on it. He admits to helping out in the lab on occasion, or he’s seen with Donnie discussing blueprints, and he’s probably the most likely to be able to actually listen to Donnie’s written instructions or notes and not blow up the lab because he got frustrated or decided to wing it. (Plus, Leo should see the kind of stuff Donnie has to deal with on a daily basis.)

But anyway. That’s just my thoughts on the matter.

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ladyfogg · 2 years

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Impulse - Part 2

Impulse – Part 2

Fic Summary: You sneak out of the house so Eddie can take you on your first date. Impulse Masterpost. Eddie Munson Oneshots Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Virgin Female Reader (Reader is 18)

Warnings: Language, Strict/Overbearing Parents, Canon Divergent, Oral (Female & Male Receiving)

A/N: Ya’ll ready for reader and Eddie’s first date? Just a heads up, I did absolutely zero research for this part and just wrote things how I wanted them to be lol. So it probably isn’t accurate but there’s smut so who cares. Enjoy! Also this meant to be read as a oneshot but it continues from part one.

When you and Eddie leave the safety of the woods, you feel like a whole new person.

His arm is around your shoulders and yours is around his waist. You’d stayed there for a while, talking, and sharing another joint before inevitably time wasn’t on your side. You knew you needed to deal with the aftermath of your insubordination.

You get home shortly after your parents do. Eddie insists on driving right up to your house so they can see you getting out of his van. You’d told him stories of what you’d been dealing with and he’s made it his mission to get you out from under their thumbs.

Your stomach is a mess of knots. “This is going to suck,” you groan, seeing them watching from the living room window.

“Hey, listen,” Eddie says, reaching over to cup the back of your head, bringing your focus to him. “At any time, day or night, if you need me to come get you, just call me and I’ll come. No questions asked.”

You smile, heart fluttering as you stare into his earnest brown eyes. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind. Chances are they’re going to force me to stay in my room until the weekend’s over.”

“Try to force you,” Eddie amends with a smirk. “Don’t forget about our date tomorrow.” The way he’s leaning pulls the collar of his shirt to the side and you can see two red marks left behind by your eager mouth.

You reach out to touch them with a smirk. “Trust me, I won’t.” You take a deep breath and open the van door. “Wish me luck.”

“You got this, sweetheart.”

Sliding out of the van, you take one more deep breath before slamming the door behind you. The walk up your driveway to the front door might as well have been a mile long. It’s not until you reach the front porch that you look back and find Eddie is still there, arm resting out the window so he can wave.

You wave back and that’s when he drives away.

Your parents flip out.

There’s too much yelling to really follow it all. Something about being rude to your teacher and Eddie being a bad influence. Honestly? Your mind is miles away, still in that little clearing in the woods, where you pulled Eddie’s pants down.

You’d blown him and given him a hand job. He’d cum twice, the second one leaving him with a lazy, lopsided grin for the rest of your time together. You still can’t get the way he looked out of your mind. He’d wanted you and it feels amazing to be wanted, desired. It

It suddenly hits you that the two of you never kissed. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss him, but your mouth decided to latch onto his neck instead, eager to make him moan louder and give him a hickey.

You’d done both.

“Are you even listening to us?!” your mother screeches.

“No, not really.”

There is a stunned silence. Lot of that seems to be going around today.

“Go to your room!” your dad snaps. “You’re grounded for the weekend.”

“Fine, it’s not like you let me go out anyway.”

“What has gotten into you?” your mother asks. “You’ve never acted this way before.”

“You mean I’ve never mentioned how fucking smothering you two can be. Now, do you want me to go to my room or do you want to keep talking to me? You can’t have it both ways.”

“GO!” your dad snapped.

“Gladly.”

You turn your back on them and march to your room, slamming the door behind you. Great. A whole weekend of boredom. At least you have your date to look forward to.

The next twenty-four hours are grueling. You try to pass the time as best you can. Your parents virtually ignore you, which you enjoy. It’s not like you have much to say to them. There is one instance at dinner the next night where your mom tries to talk to you about college, tries to justify their anger and punishment by saying they’re only looking out for your future.

You outright ignore her.

Not only because you don’t want to talk about the future she and your father already planned for you, plans you have zero intention of following, but because it’s getting close to the time for your date and you’re super excited. You barely eat, unsure if Eddie’s going to take you somewhere. Also, you’re nervous as hell and anxiety makes it difficult to swallow a bite. Eventually, you push the plate away and go to your room without another word to your parents.

Behind the closed door, you bide your time. You’ve already picked out your outfit which is hanging in your closet, ready for you to quickly change into once you’re sure your parents have retired to their room. They always do by eight-thirty and by nine, the TV in their room is off and they’re asleep.

Like clockwork, eight-thirty on the dot you hear them shut things down in the rest of the house and their footsteps retreat to their room. You spring into action.

You change out of your sweatpants and sweatshirt and into a cute short skirt and tank top you bought eons ago but never had the chance or occasion to wear. You slip into a pair of fishnets and your Doc Martens, throw on a denim jacket, and give yourself a once-over in the mirror.

Hot. You decide you look hot.

In your bed, you shove blankets and pillows under the comforter to make it look like you’re asleep. Not that you expect your parents to check on you. They never do.

As soon as the clock on your nightstand hits nine, your ears pick up the sound of a muffler in the distance.

Eddie’s van.

Your heart is racing as you turn off the lights in your room and cross to one of your windows. As quietly as you can, you open it. It’s old so it takes a second to lift but once you do, there’s only a minor squeak. Still, you freeze and listen.

Silence. All is well.

You open the window all the way and slip out into the darkness. Closing the window behind you, the adrenaline races through your veins. Crouching low, even though your parents aren’t even on this side of the house, you move through the property towards the street.

It’s fucking exciting.

You’re fucking proud of yourself and wonder why you never thought to sneak out before. Eddie’s van is parked right around the corner. He’s kept the music low so as to not draw any attention to himself. When he sees you, he leans out the window with a huge grin.

“Hey, pretty lady, need a ride?”

You hurry to the passenger side door and fling it open. “Depends on what kind of ride your offering.”

Eddie throws his head back with a laugh as you climb inside. “We’ll see where the night takes us.”

The second you buckle your seatbelt, Eddie tears off down the street. With the window open and the wind in your face, you feel alive. “So what do you have planned, Romeo?” you ask, grinning over at Eddie.

“Dinner and a movie,” he says.

“How very traditional of you.”

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart, there’s not going to be anything traditional about it. Who do you think I am?”

You grin, excitement building. “You’re my hero, that’s who.”

He gives you another big grin. “Please, you don’t need a hero. You can more than take care of yourself.” His eyes scan you up and down, as if he’s just taking in your outfit. He lets out a low whistle. “Damn, sweetheart. Did you get all sexy for me? You shouldn’t have.”

“I didn’t. Okay, that’s a small lie. Part of it is for you. But mostly this outfit is because I wanted to look hot.”

“Mission fucking accomplished.”

Eddie and you make small talk as he drives you to a nearby burger place. It’s late but the place is still bustling. Apparently, he ordered ahead of time because he runs in to grab the food and is out seconds later with a greasy bag and two large drinks.

“You in some kind of a rush, Munson?” you tease when he peels out of the parking lot.

“Don’t want to miss the movie.”

“What movie theater starts their film at almost nine-thirty at night?”

“You’ll see.”

As Eddie drives, your adrenaline wanes and you allow yourself to relax and go with the flow. This is the most exciting thing you’ve ever done, not counting the surprise blow job you gave him. Out the window, you notice the buildings and houses thin, and when he turns off the road close to the trailer park, you frown.

“Where are you talking me? Is this how I die? Are you going to murder me?”

Eddie chuckles. “Wouldn’t dream of it. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

The van jerks as he turns onto a dirt road and when he finally does stop, you’re in the middle of nowhere.

“Um…nice theater,” you joke. “Love what they’ve done with the place.”

Eddie puts the van in park, messes with the radio for a second, before throwing you a grin. “Come on.”

He gets out and, curious as hell, you follow. Once you do and move around to the back of the van, you suddenly realize where you are.

The hill overlooks the old Hawkins’ Drive-In and where Eddie’s parked, you have an obstructed view of the giant screen. From the radio, the drive-in’s station filters through the windows, announcing to patrons to try their snack bar before the movie starts.

“Eddie, this is awesome!” you say excitedly.

Eddie smiles, balancing the food and drinks in one hand as he opens the back of his van with the other.

Your heart skips a beat.

The bed of his van is covered in blankets and pillows, carefully arranged so you can comfortably lay back and watch the movie. Not only that, he strung up small lights around the ceiling, casting everything with a soft yellow glow.

“You…you did all this, for me?” you ask as Eddie carefully puts the food down.

“Well, yeah,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “You said this is your first date and your parents are stupid strict. I figured you’d want to do something low-key so it won’t get back to them that you snuck out. Not to mention, you deserve to have something special.”

You throw your arms around him in a tight hug, knocking him into the van door. He laughs and returns the hug.

“I take it you like it,” he says, drawing back to look you in the eye.

“I love it.”

You kick out of your shoes and Eddie helps you into the back before following after. While you watch the opening trailers, the two of you settle into the cozy little spot and dig into your meal.

The burger, fries, and milkshake Eddie got tastes a thousand times better than that casserole your mother prepared earlier. You eat and swap jokes and commentary, deciding which trailers looked interesting and which seem terrible.

When the food is done, Eddie slides his arm around you, pulling you in close as the movie starts.

Being there with him, snuggled into his side, makes it difficult to keep your focus on the silver screen. You’re surrounded by his warmth and scent. When you’re close like this, it brings you back to the woods and your heart rate spikes.

Glancing over at him, you find he’s already looking at you, a smirk playing on those full lips. “Your skirt is riding up.”

You look down and sure enough, the hem is up past your thigh. When you laid down, you never adjusted it back into place.

“Is that a problem?”

His smirk widens. “It is if you’re intent on focusing on the movie.”

“I mean, we don’t have to. It’s not like we paid to get in.”

Eddie has you on your back in an instant, his body hovering over yours. Reaching down, he grabs your fishnet-covered thigh and gives it an appreciative squeeze.

“The things I want to do to you,” he says in a low voice, with the barest hint of desperation. “But I don’t want to rush you. So whatever you’re comfortable doing—”

“Eddie,” you cut him off. “What do you want to do? Right here, right now?”

His pupils dilate as his eyes rake up and down your body. Biting his lower lip, he slides his hand under your tank top and it forces you to suck in a deep breath. He leans down, his mouth brushing your cheek in the softest kiss, barely even makes contact before he’s speaking in your ear.

“I want to go down on you,” he says, gently taking your earlobe between his teeth and tugging. “Let me go down on you. I swear, I’ll make it good.”

Your breath catches in your throat at the husky timbre of his voice. It feels like butterflies are let loose in your stomach and your face suddenly feels hot. Your heart slams against your ribcage.

“When you put it like that, how can a lady refuse?”

There’s a rush of air as Eddie exhales excitedly. With a devious smirk, he moves down your body, brown eyes bearing into yours. You shrug out of your jacket and he does the same. Both are tossed into a corner where they’re immediately forgotten.

Eddie settles between your slightly spread legs, pushing your skirt to bunch around your waist. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, both hands sliding down to rest on your fishnets.

“God these look good on you,” he hums, pulling them and letting go so they snap against your skin.

“Yeah, too bad you have to take them off.”

“Did they cost a lot?”

“Hm? Oh, no they’re pretty cheap—hey!”

With a tug, Eddie rips them right where they cover your panties, leaving them on yet giving him access to what draws his focus. The action takes you by surprise and sends a shot of desire straight to your core.

He glances up at you with a heated look. “I’d rather they stay on.”

Your face feels warm and the lustful gaze he’s fixates you with only speeds up your already racing heart. “Don’t rip the underwear. I like these.”

“Mmm, me too,” Eddie says, tracing the seam of your black cotton panties. His thumb brushes over your clothed clit and it makes your body jerk at the sudden sensation. “Been thinking about our time in the woods and that little tease of your taste that I got.”

“I’ve been thinking about it too. I was totally going to blow you again if you didn’t suggest something.”

Eddie’s eyes flicker up to meet yours, cheeks flushing at your admission. “Fuck, sweetheart, the things you say. It’s sexy as fuck how into this you are.”

You go to respond but there’s another tearing sound as Eddie rips away the rest of the panty part of your fishnets. Then, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and slowly draws them down, working them over your legs before tossing them to the side.

You’re already wet and you know he can tell, especially with the way your panties cling to your folds for the briefest of seconds.

It’s the first time anyone has seen you like this and before you can start to feel self-conscious or nervous, Eddie whimpers.

“Fuck, just look at you,” he moans, pushing your legs further open so he can get the full view. “Just the thought that I’m the only one to…” He takes a deep breath and looks up at you. “I’ll go nice and slow. Don’t be afraid to tell me to stop if you need to.”

The anticipation and excitement push the nerves away.

Eddie slides your shirt up a bit, laying kisses down your stomach, then along your hip. His hand strokes your thigh, drifts closer to your aching slit which clenches in anticipation. At the first touch of his finger, your body tenses. He feels it, lays his cheek to your thigh and glances up at you.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he purrs, sliding the same finger through your wetness. “I’ve got you.”

You lay back against the pillows and close your eyes, giving your trust and your body over to Eddie. Firm kisses are placed across the thigh he rested against, his finger tracing your folds, bolder this time, harder. Your body melts at the touch, your breath catching in your throat as you feel the hot air escaping his lips.

He licks you once, a slow wet motion that forces a gasp out of you. So he does it again, and then a third time, ending the action with a flick of your nub.

Liquid heat pours low into your belly and you whimper in the back of your throat. Encouraged by the sound, Eddie presses this lips, those beautiful plush lips, to your core and kisses you. In the back of your mind, you giggle that this is your first kiss with Eddie and it’s not even on your mouth.

You’ll have to change that later.

He uses his tongue on you again, emboldened by your soft moans. When you crack your eyes open, you find his are closed, his face surprisingly serious as he devours you. You’re becoming obsessed with what he’s doing, how he’s sending pleasure coursing through your veins with only his mouth.

Eddie drapes your legs over his shoulders, wrapping his arms tight around your thighs as he yanks you down towards him. His lips and tongue work you with unfiltered enthusiasm. You gasp, not only at the sensations but at the realization that he’s enjoying this as much as you are. You can see it in his focused expression and the hum of approval as he laps at your arousal.

His eyes flutter open and they catch you staring. You watch the corner of his lips turn up into a smirk before sticking his tongue out to lick a lewd stripe through your folds.

Your body jerks and you gasp, the noise dissolving into a deep moan.

“Doing alright there, babe?” he asks, slightly breathless as his fingers returns to play. Two of them glide through your seam, one barely brushing your opening.

You nod, swallowing thickly as your mouth fills with saliva. “Yes. God, yes.”

Eddie grins, top teeth digging into his bottom lip. “Fuck, I wish you could see how fucking sexy you look right now.”

“Really?”

Eddie nods. “So fucking sexy.”

His mouth drops to your clit, sucking greedily. Your hips jerk at the sudden pleasure but Eddie pins them down with his arms, keeping you in place. Slowly, he presses his finger into you and your body clings to it, keeps him there so he doesn’t try to pull away.

Shit it feels so fucking good.

You didn’t know what to expect, had no preconceived notions of what any of this would entail. Didn’t know it’d send shockwaves through your system, make your thighs quake and your breath come in short bursts.

Didn’t know it’d make you feel so alive.

Eddie’s mouth tastes and teases, his finger sliding in and out of you in a steady pace.

“Eddie,” you moan, your hands finding their way into his hair. “Shit, Eddie, this is so good.”

You feel his smile. When he lifts his head to speak, he’s breathless. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so tight around my finger. And you taste…” He groans and dives back down.

Time slips away.

You cannot even begin to figure out how long you lay there with Eddie eating you out. Hell, you can’t even tell what movie is playing. All you can think about is his wonderful mouth, his quick tongue, and the way his slender finger feels stroking a spot you yourself haven’t been able to reach.

When he draws his finger out, you whimper at the loss but he doesn’t keep you in suspense for long. His tongue pushes in immediately after and you yank on his hair in excitement. A thumb drags circles around your clit and you can feel the pleasure building.

You’re going to cum.

You’re going to cum in Eddie Munson’s van while he tongue-fucks you and rubs your swollen clit.

“I’m close,” you pant, body writhing and rocking. Your hips roll back and forth, grinding against his greedy mouth.

“Fuck, babe, I want you to cum for me.”

The air is stolen from your lungs and all it takes is one more press of his thumb and his tongue back inside you for you to completely unravel.

Moaning his name, your back arches, and your hands curl around his wavy locks, keeping his head exactly where you want it most. Eddie moans with you, sucking greedily as your slick coats his lips and chin.

When the pleasure recedes, you fall back against the pillows, spent and dizzy.

Eddie pushes himself onto his knees. The sound of his belt buckles snaps your bleary eyes open and you watch him pull himself out of his pants and underwear. Fuck, he’s rock hard and looking at you like you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen.

He pumps his dick with fast strokes while licking your taste from his lips.

“Do you need—?”

Eddie shakes his head, hair wiping around his face. “Nah, just lay there like that, sweetheart. Let me look at you.”

You wonder how you must look to him. Torn fishnets, skirt bunched around your waist, legs spread wide so he can see all of you. Eddie’s hips jerk into his hand, his cock thick and pulsing.

Your mouth waters and you push yourself up to sit, leaning forward to take the tip of him into your mouth. He lets out a guttural moan and thrusts once, twice against your tongue before he’s cuming, spilling himself into your hungry mouth.

Like before, you swallow it all, suck greedily until there’s nothing left and he’s going soft.

Only then do you flop backward once more, Eddie falling on his back next to you.

“Holy shit,” he pants, shoving his hair back from his sweaty face. He rolls his head to the side to look at you. “Was that good for you?”

You grin and nod, still trying to catch your breath. “That was fucking amazing.”

His face splits into a grin and you see the ghost of anxiety fade away. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.”

Eddie starts to pull his pants up. “I’ve never been so fucking turned on before.”

“Really?”

He nods excitedly. “It’s all you, sweetheart,” he says. “Everything about you drives me fucking crazy. Last night, I had to jerk off because thinking about you got me hard as a fucking rock.”

Something squeezes your heart and the mental image of Eddie fisting his dick while thinking of you is one that’s going to linger in your mind for a while.

“Now that’s something I’d like to see first-hand.”

“That can easily be arranged.”

He leans in, fully intending to kiss you when in the distance you hear a shout.

“Hey! Who’s over there?! Munson, is that you?!”

“Ah, fuck!” Eddie exclaims.

He bolts out of the back of the van instantly, remembering at the last second to toss your shoes in as he hurries to slam the doors. You quickly shove your skirt down, having no idea what’s going on but knowing you sure as hell don’t want Chief Hopper to find you spread out in the back of Eddie’s van.

Eddie hops into the driver seat, throwing a crazed grin at you over his shoulder. “Hang on to something, babe!”

Tires squealing, he peels out of his makeshift parking spot and makes for the main road. Adrenaline pumping, you laugh because honestly, what the hell else are you going to do as you roll around the back of the van, trying to find your underwear.

Hopper must be on foot because there’s no chase or siren. And by the time Eddie gets on the road, all is quiet and he slows marginally.

“You sure know how to make a girl’s first date memorable!” you say, tugging your panties on before leaning against the front seat.

Eddie shoots you another grin. “I aim to serve, sweetheart.”

All is quiet on your street when Eddie pulls up to where he picked you up not too long ago. He puts the car in park and looks back at you. “Hand me my shoes, would you?”

The two of you pull yourselves together and, once you do, Eddie insists on walking you to your window.

Quietly giggling to each other, you hold hands and sneak around the side of your house. Eddie trips and stumbles into you, and the weight of his arm around your waist makes your heart soar.

“This is it,” you whisper, motioning to the window.

Just like before, you carefully open it. Except, it’s a little harder to climb up from this side so Eddie gives you a boost. There’s a brief moment where your bottom half is hanging out the window and you feel your skirt flip up and the unmistakable feeling of Eddie nipping at your exposed thigh. You stifle a squeak and somehow manage to quietly slip into your room.

“You ass,” you whisper to Eddie through the window.

He’s smiling like crazy, leaning up so his face is close to yours. “When can I see you again?”

“Monday at lunch? I’ll find you.”

“Wish it could be sooner.”

“Trust me. I do too.” You glance over your shoulder and listen but all is quiet. Turning back to Eddie, you playfully shoo him away. “Now go before someone sees.”

Eddie takes a step back. “Monday. Lunchtime. Picnic table?”

You nod excitedly. “I’ll be there.”

“Great.” Eddie shoves his hands into his pockets and starts to walk backwards. “See you then.”

A thought suddenly occurs to you and as he starts to turn away, you hiss, “Wait, Eddie, come here!”

He stops, steps within reach and you lean out the window, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him into your first kiss.

Those sinful lips that dragged pleasure out of you not but moment ago are soft and pliable against your own. He moans into your mouth, cupping the back of your neck so he can deepen the kiss further. Those same sparks that shot through his touch now bolt from his lips to yours and it steals what little breath you have.

Fuck, why did no one ever say kissing was like this?

He turns his head, slants it just enough to get a better angle before his teeth roll your bottom lip. You open your mouth for him, whimper at the swipe of that amazing tongue against yours. Fuck, you could kiss him all night. Want to kiss him all night.

He draws back but you chase him for more, both of you giggling between pecks. Finally, you push him away.

“Monday,” you repeat.

Eddie gives you the sweetest smile even as he walks backwards. “Already counting the hours.”

You watch until he disappears around to the front and don’t close the window until the sound of his van fades.

Giddy in the dark, you slide onto the floor of your bedroom, your fingers pressed to your lips as the heat of Eddie’s kisses lingers.

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