#half the time i was battling this thing. i didn't know if i should laugh or cry | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

flametrashiraarchive · 9 months

Note

Hi! Me again lol. If we're limited to how much we can ask you don't have to answer. I was wondering if you could do Giyuu x Y/N who was also a hashira but after the final battle. They're finally able to be together and months later find out they're expecting. It can be SFW or NSFW. If you're not comfortable with this I totally understand.

-☀️

Yes! Happy endings ftw.

I thought it would be cute to have this be part of the bathhouse pieces just for the sake of a throwaway joke, but this reader is specifically AFAB so please ignore it if that's not for you. It's the Bathing with Giyuu Multiverse.

I’m really sorry it doesn’t really include the pregnancy part (I alluded to it but they’re really difficult for me to write about sometimes) but I hope the love between Giyuu and you makes up for it.

This piece does contain slight spoilers for the end of the Demon Slayer manga so be warned! (spoilers from here on out!)

Also, I refuse to accept that the thing with the mark and how much time he has left is canon. It’s too sad so it doesn’t happen. You and Giyuu are gonna grow old together.

I hope you like it!!

AFTERMATH

Giyuu Tomioka x F!reader. NSFW.

Memories of your fallen comrades haunt you long after the rubble is cleared away. Nightmares of what befell those you care about wake you when you finally do manage to drift off. The scent of battle lingers on your skin for weeks. Smoke, blood, and death. No matter how many times you've tried to wash it off it clings to you.

Which is why you find yourself traipsing to the onsen in the darkness, your katana still grasped firmly in your hand, because you still can't quite believe that it's over. The battle is won, and the world is safe.

You can relax in the onsen completely safe and completely alone–

"You're kidding me?!"

Giyuu stares at you, half submerged in the steaming water, his expression one of wide-eyed surprise. But once he sees it's you, his face softens again. "Ah… is it time for our annual awkward bath together?"

You laugh for the first time in days. Giyuu has always been a little less guarded around you, but since the fight ended, he has been far more open. He's funny. Peace looks good on him.

"Do you mind if I get in?" You ask, "It's not like we haven't seen everything already."

He shakes his head. "I don't mind. We've been through hell and back together, this is nothing."

"Yeah…"

"Should I turn around?" he asks.

Oh Giyuu. Even after everything you’ve been through together; the battles, the quiet moments, the nights you spent together early on where you promised it was just once to get it out of your systems, and the times later when you both agreed you could die at any moment so why the hell not. Even after all that, he’s still a perfect and slightly awkward gentleman.

Your breath shivers as you slip off your yukata in answer and those deep blue eyes of his drink you in.

He stands, gazing up at you with his lips slightly parted. It'll take some time to get used to the sight of him without his right arm, and no doubt it'll take him even longer than that. But he's alive. You both made it. You survived.

He wades toward you and offers you his hand, helping you step down into the water. His eyes never leave you. Yours never leave him. And you both just stand there, the water only up to your hip, laid bare before each other in this newly peaceful world.

You no longer smell smoke, blood, or death. Giyuu’s scent is soft, clean rain, washing over you and carrying the horrors away.

His smile is so soft and serene your heart aches.

A muscle in his cheek flexes before he speaks. "I didn't lose you," he says, as though the fact is only just sinking in, as if he'd mourned you even before the battle had even begun and is only just allowing himself to believe you’re really there, that you really survived.

It’s a feeling you know well.

A slow smile lifts his lips, his eyes meeting yours, his sapphire gaze filled with unending tenderness. You reach up to caress his cheek and melt as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch.

"We made it, Giyuu."

"We did," he says, his voice so quiet and calm. "I should have told you this before the battle, but I was afraid to because I thought telling you would mean you wouldn't make it. Like I’d put a curse on you or something. And if you don't feel the same–"

"I love you."

His eyes widen a little, but soften a heartbeat later. He chuckles. "Yeah… yeah, you took the words out of my mouth."

"I've wanted to tell you that for the longest time."

"Me too.' He dips his chin, pressing his forehead to yours as a quiet laugh of relief emerges from him. With your heart fluttering, you close your eyes and just enjoy the sensation, and the quiet intimacy of being loved by Giyuu.

His lips hover so close to yours, gentle breaths fanning over your skin. Your heart aches with need for him as you tilt your face toward him to bring your lips closer.

He closes the gap, his kiss as light as gossamer, sending your heart into a frenzy. The kiss is so gentle it's almost painful, the fluttering in your chest more than you can bear. It shivers through every fiber of your body, more potent than any breathing technique as every cell in your body seems to sigh his name.

Giyuu. You're alive. We made it, and we can finally let ourselves love.

Little by little, the kiss deepens until Giyuu's tongue is caressing yours. His lips are soft and oh-so gentle, stirring up the butterflies in your belly. You open your eyes, seeking reassurance that this isn’t all just some dream. The intimate sight of him causes your heart to leap; his eyes are closed, his pretty dark lashes resting on his pink-dusted cheeks, so peaceful in that moment you can’t believe this is the same world which demanded so much sacrifice.

He skates his hand down to the curve of your lower back, gently pulling you closer until your bodies are flush with each other. The rise and fall of his chest staggers against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him, bathed in moonlight and the rising steam of the onsen. And though the battle only took place in one tiny pocket of the world, it feels as though you are clinging to each other among the wreckage, even here surrounded by serenity.

As much as you crave each other, you take your time and love one another slowly, washing each other with all the tenderness the world couldn’t spare you until now. You sit with your back to him as he washes your hair, his fingers deftly moving over your scalp, making goosebumps pebble along your thighs. He bows his head and weaves a cloak of kisses across your back and shoulders, making sure not to leave a single inch of you feeling unloved.

And then, when you’ve both washed away what you needed to, he takes your hand and leads you back to his home; a big, empty house waiting to be filled with the family and the love he never even allowed himself to believe he could have. The comforting scent of him lingers in the house and you feel as though you never want to leave. He doesn’t want you to go either.

Moonlight shines through the windows, casting silver light over the pair of you as you lie together in Giyuu’s bed, lost once more in tender kisses. The relief and love, the guilt of survival, the way your mind can’t quite slip fully out of fight mode… It’s overwhelming. He notices the moment your tears start to fall.

“Love… it’s okay,” he whispers, stroking them away with his thumb and you know he understands completely.

“We’re allowed to be happy, aren’t we?”

He smiles softly, and nods. “Yeah… we are.”

His breath is hot against your skin as he trails kisses over your jaw, down your throat, and to your chest. When his lips reach the top of your breast he pauses, lays down his head and closes his eyes, listening to your heart’s rhythm and your breathing with a quiet sigh. You know this will go on for a while; that no matter how often you reassure each other that this is real, that you both made it, that it’s okay for you to love each other, some part of you both will always question.

Because since when has the world ever been this kind?

“Can I love you forever?” he asks softly. “Is that okay?”

Your fingers thread through his soft black hair as he kisses down your stomach. “Please, Giyuu… please do.”

He brings you simple solace with the wet heat of his mouth. He settles between your thighs, eyes closed, lapping at your tender flesh with his fingers interlaced with yours. Soft and slow and so loving your heart can barely take it. He tastes every inch of you, drawing comfort from your sighs and the way you gasp his name. A groan emerges from him as you bear down on his tongue, grinding yourself against his gentle mouth. And only then does he quicken his pace, giving you what you need to drive you over the edge and plunging into ecstasy.

You can’t help but laugh a little as he raises his head to gaze at you. Giyuu always has the haziest, prettiest expression when he’s drunk on your pussy, and the war hasn’t changed that one bit. His cheeks are flushed pink, his lips glossy with your slick arousal.

He gets back onto the bed, lying face-to-face beside you and guides your thigh over his waist, angling his hips so he can enter you. He sets a languid rhythm, kissing you the entire time, his cock only entering you halfway so he can make it last as long as possible. He fought through hell to be here with you and he’s going to make sure he cherishes every second.

“You’re… so wet…” he gasps against your lips.

You try to bite back a grin and fail. “Yeah. That’s what happens when you fuck the water hashira.”

Giyuu’s composure breaks and he laughs–really laughs–resting his forehead against your chest. “I love you.”

Gods, what a world this is; that you get to love him, that you have the luxury of time to stop and laugh together in the middle of sex. Giyuu has such an adorably boyish laugh too; one which crinkles his nose and shakes his shoulders. It’s a sound you want to hear a billion times more over the course of your life and a sight you will never tire of.

“I love you too, Giyuu. I always will.”

He’s still chuckling until he rolls you onto your back and presses himself deeper, wiping the smiles from both your faces as pleasure drowns out your amusement. The delicious stretch pulls a groan from you, and when he starts to roll his hips you can’t help but cry out. The control he has over his body is breathtaking, and the loss of his arm doesn’t hinder him at all as he has you wrap your legs around his waist and fucks you hard and deep, filling the room with the lewd symphony of slapping flesh and your wanton cries.

Every time before, he has pulled out of you, both of you unwilling to bring a child into the world when each tomorrow was so precarious. But now he presses deeper, his eyes alight with new possibility, and love like he never allowed himself to believe in. He groans as he fills you, resting his head between your breasts and listening to the thundering rhythm of your heart as you wrap your arms around him and hold him through his orgasm.

And then you lie together in the aftermath; just you and Giyuu at the end and the beginning of it all.

505 notes · View notes

cleabellanov · 2 months

Text

Jet-Skiing through identity: a deep dive into Mobius M. Mobius (part 2) 🛥️

Even the kindest of hearts have a trigger point, a spot that can catch a bullet without bleeding; making it part of the heart's anatomy.

I'm only saying that because I associate Loki as Mobius's soft spot("I know you have a soft spot for broken things"), and Loki turning his back to that in s1e2 as the trigger point. Imagine you have that courage, to do something everyone around you thinks is wrong. Then, just as you were going to prove the opposite,our efforts turn to be in vain.

For Mobius's character, this means he has to turn around at 360, to where he came from; with inovative ideas not working, it all comes to accepting defeat.

He manages that excellently in front of Ravonna: caring more about reassuring her everything will work out rather than focusing on himself. Another example of how much Mobius cares about others, even when he should care more about himself.

Episode 4, season 1, is crucial for where Mobius's story is going.

We can see so many interesting things in his conversation with Loki, like the way he handles stress through amusement. Asif this emotion isn't worthy enough, but to be laughed at:

"You like her! Does she like you?"

After all, let's not forget Mobius was already (and even earlier than this episode) catching feelings for Loki. His own words put this straightforward: "Just kind of an asshole. And a bad friend". Notice how he doesn't use any word similr to "traitor". He still considers him a friend, albeit a bad one, after everything he's done. Mobius might do his best to hide it, but he's still forgiving deep down. And it's not even Loki's departure in time and space that matters the most to the analyst. It's his alliance with Sylvie, hinting once again at the jelaousy of his character I talked about in part 1. "It's ruining my reality right now!" in Mobius's words.

But when he is told by Loki that they're all variants, Mobius doesn't simply dissmiss the idea. He could, and should, given the position he is in. But the brightness of his mind, and that little flicker of hope he still has in his Loki makes the difference. After all, hope is what makes us believe: it's the desire of having something to believe in.

Watch his reaction when he is told all this:

He is masking it flawlessly in front of Loki and the hunters, but that raising hope makes him search: is the trickster out of tricks for once? What if, all this time, that feeling he had inside himself but hid away is actually a sign, gently whispering to him there is more he should know about? That is a bravery so different from live action, and battling with superheroes: the bravery of discovery. Loki telling the truth means Mobius living a lie - a scary thought of course, but not scary enough to stop him.

This all drives Mobius to finding out what actually happened with hunter C-20. And the rest is history.

There is a certain honour in telling Loki he was right from the beginning. This new approach, this insight Mobius now gains over everything give him not only a rush of adrenaline, but also the confidence he didn't allow himself before. Therefore, he wasn't just working half a measure. The limits that were set were not part of his perimeter, but of the TVA's. Now that he sees that, he can also break those limits.

He is also free to speak his mind. And Loki is so deserving of these words that this scene right here is one of the most precious in the entire series. Their wonderful dinamc certainnly gives extra points to that.

Now Mobius isn't just an analyst anymore. He is a rebel, betraying the only thing he believes in, the one institution that shaped his entire existence. This rebellion isn't just external, but internal as well. Ultimately, only one part of the internal conflict won, but the other still exist, like two sides of the same coin, spinning and spinning. But he still has the hope that he'll find something better on the other side, and doesn't stop just because it's a hard thing to do.

If it was easy, everyone would do it. (Loki in Thor The Dark World)

I wanted to write more but this is already getting too long (like damn I'm fangirling hard) so see you for part 3!

#if you liked this reblog so it can reach more people?#marvel #loki #lokius #character analysis #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #mobius #mobius my beloved #writing #writblr #variants #mcu #marvel fandom #comics #the tva #cinema #sorry if I did any mistakes English is not my first language #💛💚

73 notes · View notes

mirai-e-jump · 7 months

Text

Animage October 2023 Issue ft. Aoto Watanabe Interview (translation below)

Publication: September 8, 2023 (between episodes 27-28)

"I'm on Top!"

Born and raised in the slums, Yanma Gast ascended to the throne with just his computer. He's the "President," who's earned the respect of the nation, or rather of his friends, for his passionate way of life. N'Kosopa has had a history of being forced to work as Shugoddam's supplier. Standing at the top is Yanma, who isn't afraid of any opponent.

"I won't flatter or bow down to you. Regardless of who my opponent is, I'll beat them down with guts and brains!"

It's his core belief

Charging down the path he believes in, Yanma claims to be a king of knowledge, and is by no means an bad person. He has the insight to see through both Gira's role as an "evil king" and Racules's true intentions. He's compassionate, someone who at times will subtly care for his friends, at other times, he'll show off a mature attitude. He's an exceptional engineer who's developed weapons such as the Ohger Calibur, and the mechanical lifeforms know as Shugod's. His many strengths are his main appeal.

The battle against the new enemy, Uchu King, is bound to be fiercer than ever. Yanma's engineering abilities, superior brains, and his belief to not give into anyone or anything will be a great source of strength for the royal Sentai.

-The cool things about Yanma, who can respect others-

"It's now been about half a year since the the start of the broadcast, how do you feel?"

Watanabe: Each day was long, but looking back, it felt like it went by in an instant, it's a strange feeling. I suddenly realized that we're halfway through filming, and every 5 episodes feel like the climax of the show, so now I'm thinking, "What's going to happen in the next 20 episodes?" (laughs).

"Since filming began, has your impression of Yanma changed at all?"

Watanabe: I felt that he was more friendly towards other people than I originally thought. As I'd said in one of my lines, I think that Yanma's stance is that he does what he wants to do, and only follows those who want to follow him. In the end, they all unite, and while I thought he didn't like helping others out, in episode 7, he talks about how friends should be, saying, "It doesn't matter if you're in the middle of a fight, you lend a hand when things get tough, and when it's done, you get back to fighting." Recently, there have been more scenes in which he offers alittle more help to the other kings, and I see him as someone who's opened up and discovered new sides to himself. For example, in the film, he tells Rita what he thinks, but when Rita says that they don't think the same way, Yanma backs off. Don't force your opinions onto others, and maintain a certain distance. I like the respect he has for the others. I also like the fact that Yanma isn't stubborn, and is able to accept other people's ideas, being flexible even if he thinks differently. Even though he has his own path, in order to follow it, he needs to think about things with an open mind, and see things from different perspectives. That's why he was able to come this far from nothing, and I feel that he's the type of person who'll grow the most in this world.

"In terms of his relationship with the other kings, he told Kaguragi in episode 17, "You'd never go along with anyone. In fact, that makes you more trustworthy"

Watanabe: In a way, that exchange with Kaguragi was cool, because it conveyed some good things about him.

"Furthermore, your relationship with Gira, Hymeno and Jeramie seems to be mutual ones.

Watanabe: That's right. Kaguragi and Rita are the type to put boundaries between themselves and others, so there's a sense of keeping a distance from them, on the other side, Gira and Hymeno are more direct. When it comes to Jeramie, I want to continue to be on equal terms with him. Jeramie comes off as rather cute, so I think we can have a relationship where Yanma pulls him along. But, what Jeramie has gone through is something we can't even imagine. So, I want to have a relationship with Jeramie where I can fight along side him in a normal way, to become alittle annoyed with him if he says something wrong, and to have a strong sense of respect for him. This is shown when we fistbump in episode 19, which is one of my favorite scenes.

"Is there anything you're conscious of in presenting the relationship between Shiokara and the others members of N'Kosopa?"

Watanabe: Honestly, I rarely discussed things like acting with them. Especially with Akka, Usuba, and Mayuta, I try not to get too close since those 3 have a relationship that is to follow Yanma's lead. Shiokara, played by (Yuhei) Chiwata-san, plays a more central role, and I'll see him thinking up his performance, but, he never bothers to tell me what he's going to do, and he doesn;t ask what we're going to do. Everyone just tries doing what they like when it comes to the performance.

"What was the most memorable interaction with Hirotsugu Mori-san, TomboOhger's suit actor?"

Watanabe: It didn't happen on set, but the first time we went out for drinks together was very memorable. Mori-san is a very sociable person, so we became good friends right away. We went out for drinks and both talked about how we got into King-Ohger, and what we wanted to do as Yanma, we talked so much that before we knew it, 5 hours had gone by (laughs). I'm not the best at socializing with other people, so I was really surprised by the fact that we had endless conversations during our first drinks together, and was impressed that we actually talked for 5 hours.

"It seems exactly like having a like minded partner."

Watanabe: Yeah. I felt like Mori-san created that kind of atmosphere.

"How is it doing the dub for TomboOhger?"

Watanabe: I think it's very difficult to perform using only my voice. In the beginning, when I would hear my own voice in the broadcast, I would sometimes think it lacked abit of energy or that it just didn't sound like Yanma. Now, I'm more conscious of performing while moving my body, throwing in more hand gestures than normal, and speaking in a lower tone.

-Interactions with children who reaffirmed his starting point-

"Do you have any memorable events, such as the stage greeting for the film?"

Watanabe: I was happy to be able to feel the enthusiasm of the audience. I usually spend time filming on site, so I only had a chance to see people's reaction by looking at their feedback online. When I actually saw the audience in person, it really felt like, "These people are happy to see us." In general, children don't get to post their feedback online, do they? Of course, I was happy to see the reactions of adults, but I was most excited for the children due to the fact that I myself watched Sentai as a child. When we were doing highfives, some children would come running up to me with their eyes sparkling, while others would be too nervous to look me in the eyes. When I was a kid, I was also the shy type, so I felt like I was looking at my younger self. I recognized that, "I'm acting for the sake of these kids," and it gave me more motivation for future filming.

"We're sure there'll be more opportunities to appear at events in the future, and we hope you'll be able to make more wonderful memories. Please tell us about your favorite episode so far, or what episode you have fond memories of."

Watanabe: It changes every time (laughs). If I had to pick, the scenes where everyone assembles are most memorable. The scene in episode 5 where the five of us finally stood side by side was very exciting, as we'd been playing our roles since the audition. There's the scene in episode 10 where we call for Legend King-Ohger, and I also liked the scene in episode 19 where all of us transform together. Things started out with just Gira and me, but then Hymeno, Kaguragi, Rita, and finally Jeramie, we grew one by one, and the process of seeing our group formation up close was probably why it's so memorable.

"Other than your role as Yanma, if you could name your favorite character, who would it be?"

Watanabe: For me, I'm a fan of Hymeno. I feel that the charisma Hymeno possesses is similar to that of Yanma's. Yanma gains allies by just doing whatever he wants, while Hymeno gets people to follow her through being selfish. I myself admire such people, and think it's cool that she's a loner, or rather, that she's selfish and doesn't follow others. I've always been more attracted to strong female characters who are willing to go ahead, rather than stand behind and offer support.

"Speaking of which, at the press conference to announce the film, you mentioned that your first love was Jasmine (DekaYellow) from "Tokusou Sentai Dekaranger."

Watanabe: That's right. Possibly due to the influences of Sentai, she gives off the image of the ideal woman (laughs).

"By the way, who's your favorite female character from anime and films?"

Watanabe: For anime, I really like Hancock from "One Piece." Films include Elizabeth from "Pirates of the Caribbean" and Padme from "Star Wars"…..The 3 people I mentioned are all either princesses who fight or high class ladies (laughs).

"You're consistent in the type of women you prefer (laughs)."

Watanabe: Yeah, I noticed that too. (laughs).

"As mentioned earlier in your conversations with Mori-san, is there anything you'd like to do as Yanma in the future?"

Watanabe: I want to do a scene where I'm in the rain, and Mori-san said he wants to do a 1 on 100 fight. So, we talked about wanting to do 1 on 100 fight in the rain (laughs). I was told we couldn't do that because I used to spray dye my hair blue, and the color would fade if it got wet. But, starting with the new chapter, I now have blonde hair, so I'm secretly hoping that we can finally do it. I have alot of things I want to do with my mentor, Gin-san (Ken Yoshizawa-san), and I can't wait to tell you all about it when it finally become a reality.

"We're looking forward to the day when Watanabe-san's visions are realized! Finally, please give us some highlights of future events."

Watanabe: The new chapter will not only bring in new enemies from outer space, but it will also explore the heart of the show's universe. I have a feeling that we'll be diving into the story of the world from 2,000 years ago and explore the roots of the Yanma and others. I'm very excited about it, and I'm sure that you'll enjoy the new developments as well!

149 notes · View notes

teaberrii · 11 months

Text

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Our Happy Ending

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Chapter notes: Brief smut scene in this chapter

You can’t stop thinking about that kiss.

It’s been a few weeks since Zhongli’s wedding. You and Alhaitham have been casually texting, but neither of you brings up the kiss. It’s as if you’re treading through a grey area. Despite what's happened, your feelings toward Alhaitham haven't changed, but that’s only half the battle.

After Zhongli's wedding, you've been giving this a lot of thought. Throughout all of this, Alhaitham has been on your side. His mother is also taking full responsibility.

But no matter how you look at it, the stigma will always remain.

If you choose to be with Alhaitham, you'll be in a relationship with the son of the woman who left your father to die. That’s a fact that will never change. Can you live with that? You can. You have your reasons, but… What does your mother think about this?

Then, there’s Alhaitham.

Throughout your conversations, he hasn’t pressured or asked you to give him an answer. But you know you can’t leave him hanging for too long.

In addition to all that, today just hasn’t been your day.

You found out that Signora's script got chosen to get the biggest budget of the year. You know you can't win all the time, but it's still not a great feeling. So, even though yours didn't get chosen, you're taking it upon yourself to make changes and submit it again for production. This, of course, is on top of the other responsibilities you're assigned to.

You’re sitting at a desk in the company lounge when you overhear two women sitting at the table in front of yours.

“She was so pretty. They looked like a celebrity couple.”

"Alhaitham is like a celebrity, though." A small laugh. "He should try modelling as a side hustle."

This is something you've been hearing a lot amongst your colleagues. Apparently, Alhaitham has been seen with a “tall, beautiful woman.” It doesn’t take you long to figure out that the woman in question is Layla. While you don’t know the details, you know there’s a business venture happening between the company and hers, which explains why she and Alhaitham have been seen together.

“Hey.” It’s then you notice Childe sitting in front of you. As his mother’s condition has considerably improved, he’s back in Sumeru. “Took you long enough,” he jokes. He takes a peek at your laptop. “Whatcha workin' on?"

"Revisions for my script." You sigh. “Writer's block has never hit so hard,” you say as the women stand up and leave. You close your laptop screen. “It doesn’t help that my team got assigned to other projects. So… I’m pretty much on my own.”

“Well… maybe this will take your mind off things." A small pause. "It's about the curse."

“Did it change?”

Childe nods. “Things have started to improve with my parents, and I noticed that I’m changing a lot later.”

“...I guess our love theory was right."

“You think?" A small pause. "Maybe we’ll find out through you and Alhaitham,” Childe says. Your eyes meet his. “How’re things with him?”

“We’re talking." When you catch a suspicious look in Chlde’s eyes, you say, “Just talking. Nothing else.”

Childe slowly nods. “...Maybe he’s waiting for an answer after everything's over.” He smiles slightly. "Alhaitham's a good guy.” You smile back and nod. Then, he taps your closed laptop. “You said you’re making revisions to your script, right? Why not take inspiration from him?”

Before Childe came along, you have been thinking about how to add an extra… oomph to your story. You feel like something’s missing but you can’t put your finger on it. Childe’s question gets you thinking… Love in the Spotlight had been loosely inspired by your past relationship with Dottore. Who’s to say you can't work that magic again?

Suddenly, it hits you, and you quickly open your laptop. Childe looks from you to your screen as you start typing. Then, he smiles.

“My Boss is My Cat, huh? I like that title.”

You smile back. “You think? I’ll have to rework a lot of it, but… the ideas are already flowing.”

Childe chuckles. “I know it’ll be a hit.”

◆◆◆

It starts as a business meeting but turns a little personal toward the end. Alhaitham and Layla aren’t surprised. They are friends after all.

“By the way… how did the dinner go?” Layla asks.

Ah. Right. His mother had tried to get Layla involved. So, Alhaitham gives her an update but skims the details, only telling her what’s needed to understand the big picture.

“I see… So, you two are still on a break?”

Yes? No? Alhaitham doesn't have a clear answer. There's texting happening, but nothing concrete to show you two are officially together again. Yes, there's the kiss, but that happened because of an emotional high. It shouldn't be trusted... even though it was the best kiss he's ever had.

“We’re talking,” he says.

Layla nods. “Well, I think that's a good sign. I’d usually say why not try to woo her again, but that’d be risky.”

Alhaitham knows you still need space. But, how long can he keep waiting?

“Hey.” Alhaitham looks across the table and sees Layla giving him a small smile. “It’s good you’re thinking about her feelings, but don’t forget to think about yourself.”

Alhaitham’s phone buzzes with a message just as Layla gets a call. She answers hers while he opens the message from Kaveh.

Drinks tonight?

Well, why not?

“I have to run,” Layla says, after getting off her call. “If it’s any reassurance, I know you two will be fine.”

She gives Alhaitham a friendly hug before she leaves. Then, his phone buzzes again.

Should we invite Catnip?

Catnip?

When Alhaitham leaves the restaurant, he gives Kaveh a call.

“‘Sup, Junior?”

“Who are you talking about?”

Kaveh laughs. “Oh, you mean Catnip? I’m talking about Sis, of course. You did say she’s your catnip, didn’t you? I think it’s a cute nickname.” Alhaitham sighs. “...Wait. Have you two not made up yet?”

“There are still things we have to talk about.”

"I think I get it." A small pause. "Is it something like... What's her new stance on your mother? Will she ask you to cut ties with her so you two can be together? Am I right?"

“...It’s not just about my mother. If we date again, I… have no idea what her mother might say.”

“Dude, you’re like the dream son-in-law that every mother wants.” Kaveh sighs. “But, geez. You’re giving this a lot of thought. I get it, though. You’re serious about her.”

“...I always have been.”

Kaveh smiles. “So, let’s get together tonight and take a little breather. You deserve it.”

◆◆◆

Your manager looks at your laptop screen and reads the title.

“My Boss is My Cat. An interesting title.” Then, he looks up at you. “You want to do a rewrite?”

"I know the leadership team has already decided on Signora's script. This is just a personal project I want to send for review and see if I can get it produced."

“You’d be doing a lot of extra work.”

“I understand, but”—you look at your laptop screen—“I really want to see this through.”

Your manager smiles. “Well, who am I to stop you?”

“Really?”

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with your other responsibilities. You get the green light.”

“Thank you!”

Then, you pick up your laptop and hurry out of your manager’s office.

After finishing your work responsibilities for the day, you spend the rest of your time planning and writing this new script which makes you lose track of time.

Before you know it, you're the only one left in the office. You stop typing and stretch just as your phone rings.

“Hey, Mom,” you say.

“Where are you? It’s late!”

You look at the time on your laptop. “Sorry. I got caught up with some things at work.”

“Don’t tell me you’re planning on sleeping over there?” she jokes. “Or… are you going back to your place?”

Despite you and Alhaitham being on friendly terms, you're still staying at your mother's place. You spin your chair around and look out at the beautiful night scenery.

“...Hey, Mom. Can I… ask you something?”

“Of course, honey.”

“...What do you think of me dating Alhaitham?”

A small pause.

"I had a feeling you'd ask eventually," your mother says. "...I want to hear your thoughts. You're asking me this because you want to continue your relationship with him, right?"

“I do.”

You’re a little surprised at how naturally you said it.

“...But, would it be disrespectful to Dad?” you ask quietly. “I’d be dating the son of the woman who really shouldn’t deserve forgiveness.”

“...Under regular circumstances, I would be opposed to it,” your mother says, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I’m not saying this because I’m on his side, but he did do a lot for us. Let me give you an update.”

Then, your mother tells you they've decided to settle this out of court. But that doesn't mean his mother will avoid wrongdoing. She will compensate the full amount and abide by the punishment given to her by law.

“I won’t be able to forgive his mother, but I don't want to harbour any resentment towards her,” your mother finishes. "I am not opposed to you dating him." You feel a weight lift off your shoulders. “It really depends on you.”

“I… guess I’m a little afraid.” Then, you tell her about your nightmares. “I know I shouldn’t care about what other people say. But sometimes… I can’t help but think what they will say about me or Alhaitham if they find out.” You sigh. “It’s silly.”

“It’s not silly at all, honey. As much as we all say we don’t care about other people’s opinions, we all care to some extent. Some more than others.”

You smile. “But, you know, I just realized something.”

“What’s that?”

“You, Lumine, and Aether are the only opinions I should care about.”

Your mother smiles. “...Perhaps it’s fate that brought you and Alhaitham together, so we can finally have closure.”

The conversation takes a lighter turn when you tell your mother about what you've been working on. Of course, she’s super supportive, which gives you a heightened motivation to finish this personal project.

It's past dinnertime when you get off the call with your mother. After turning off the lights, you head towards the elevator when your phone rings. This time, it's from someone unexpected.

“Sis! Are you home?”

“I’m going to be,” you say. “What’s wrong?”

“Erm, well, Haitham had too much to drink, and I thought he would have hangover pills or something… but”—Kaveh sighs—“the guy's empty.”

“...Are you the one who got him addicted to catnip?”

“What! How can you think that it's me?”

A small pause.

“Okay. I gave it to him once and he… liked it. I swear I tried to stop him.”

You sigh. “Is he okay? I’ll pick up something on my way back.”

Kaveh smiles. “Really? You’d do that for someone who's just a friend?”

“I’ll be right over," you deadpan.

Back at Alhaitham’s apartment, Kaveh slips his phone inside his pocket and looks at his friend who’s sitting on the sofa with a small frown.

“This is your chance, Junior. Don’t waste it.”

“Did you really have to lie?”

"Well, she won't rush over if you're all fine and dandy. So, at least try to look like you're half-dead when she gets here." Alhaitham sighs, and Kaveh smiles. "It's time to make your acting debut."

By the time you reach Alhaitham’s apartment, it’s already late evening. As soon as you knock, Kaveh opens the door.

“Hey, Catnip!”

“...What did you just call me?”

Kaveh laughs. “It’s a cute nickname, don’t you think?”

“Sure." You look around. "Where’s Haitham?”

“In his room.”

As soon as you get there, you see Alhaitham as a cat curled up on top of the sheets. Then, you turn to Kaveh.

“...He looks fine.”

“That’s 'cause he’s a cat. He was dying earlier. Trust me.”

You look at the pills and other hangover-related medication in the bag you’re holding. “Well, I don’t think he can take these right now.”

You hear a soft meow. When you turn, you see Alhaitham struggling to get up. It's not until you're at his side that he immediately walks onto your lap.

“Well, he’s all yours! Good luck.”

Before you can say anything else, Kaveh is out the door.

You look down at Alhaitham who’s lying on his back, his belly facing upwards. His face looks as if he’s in pain, and you gently rub his fluffy belly.

“Let me get you some water.”

You’re about to get off the bed when Alhaitham suddenly gets up, stands on his hind legs, and pushes you down. What just happened? Alhaitham is on top of you, his front paws above your breasts as you stare at each other.

Alhaitham meows again, and you’re wondering if he wants you to kiss him. Well, you can, but certainly not in this position. You pick him up, sit upright, and lean against the wall. You smile as you hold him in front of you.

“Looks like someone’s fine.”

Alhaitham looks down but quickly looks back and groans softly as if in pain.

“You should probably take some acting lessons from Ayato.”

Alhaitham gives you a deadpan look which makes you laugh.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

His ears droop and you gently tap his nose. Then, you bend your legs and put him belly-up on your legs.

“...I talked to my mom about us.”

Alhaitham’s ears slowly move back up. You’re slightly blushing, so his tail sweeps upwards. Can this mean what Alhaitham thinks it means…?

“I want to be with you, Haitham,” you say, and his little kitty heart has never raced so fast. “...But, I won’t be able to forgive what your mother did. No matter what.” You smile slightly. “I’m not going to ask you to pick between us. I know you still care about her, obviously. But after everything that’s happened, I still want to be with you.”

Alhaitham leans forward, his paws landing on your collarbone. Then, he kisses your nose…

Your eyes widen when a hand is suddenly beside your head. Alhaitham is staring at you, his eyes just as wide as reality sinks in. He has you cornered against the wall. What just happened?

But before you can even contemplate, Alhaitham kisses you full on the mouth. You can taste the wine on his lips as your hands go around his neck. He nips your top lip, caressing it before moving to the bottom. The cold chill you feel against your back is in glaring contrast to the hot, demanding heat pulling you closer… and closer…

Your hand is on his chest but soon becomes entangled with Alhaitham’s. He holds your hand tightly, your bodies flush against one another. Your pulse is thundering as one kiss after another communicates more passion and longing than words ever can.

When Alhaitham finally pulls away, his expression is sincere and intense.

“I love you,” he says.

You immediately kiss him again but only for a moment. You gently nip his lips as you pull back.

“I love you, too.”

His expression turns slightly worried. “...But, what does your mother think?”

“She’s okay with us dating.” You smile. “...I already talked to her.” Then, you push him down, your hand running down his torso. “Did you and Kaveh trick me here?"

“...That’s—”

You kiss him, and you feel his hand in your hair, pulling you closer. Your hand travels lower, and you break the kiss just in time to hear a soft moan when you gently stroke his hardening sex.

Then, you lean forward and whisper, “...Someone deserves to be punished.”

It doesn’t take long for your teasing to reduce him to a panting mess who’s dying to touch you as you ride him deep and hard. Your hands are on top of his, pinning them to the bed. Alhaitham shuts his eyes as he relishes in the pleasure only you can give him. When you suddenly stop, he opens his eyes and sees you tug at one of your hardened nipples with a slightly teasing smile.

Alhaitham immediately sits up, your legs naturally going to either side of his waist. Then, he grabs your hips and pins you to the bed with his body. Your legs are dangling on either side of him, your face flushed.

“...It’s my turn.”

His hips slowly rock into you, allowing you to feel every inch of his hardened sex. And, slowly, as he picks up the pace, he grabs your knees and spreads your legs even wider. When he hears that loud, satisfied moan from your lips, he pins your hands to the bed and leans over and kisses you. Coupled with how he’s angling his hips to drive himself deeper into you, you soon shudder violently with unwilling pleasure.

Alhaitham’s muscles become taut as the sensation builds… builds… and builds until he lets out a short but satisfied cry. With just enough strength to prevent himself from falling on top of you, he brushes some of your hair out of your face.

“...I could do that again,” you joke.

Alhaitham leans upright and pulls you up. Your arms go around his neck. “...Who am I to refuse such a request?”

◆◆◆

The following morning, you wake up in Alhaitham's bed to a delicious scent. As he isn't beside you, you have a feeling that he's already in the kitchen making breakfast. You put on your clothes and head to the washroom. Once you enter the living room, you see Alhaitham putting two plates on the table.

He smiles. “Morning, love.”

“Ooh, what are we having this morning?” you ask, sitting down.

“The Alhaitham special,” he answers, kissing your head.

You laugh. "The what?" Then, he puts a round plate in the middle of the table. It looks like pizza as it's round with meat and vegetables on top. You take a piece and bite into it. Your eyes widen in surprise. "Oh, wow. Not bad."

“...It’s what my Dad used to make,” Alhaitham says, sitting on the opposite side of you. Before you can ask, he continues, “I finally got in touch with him.”

“Really?”

“It was when we were taking time apart. My grandfather was the one who found him.”

“...Did your father tell you anything about the divorce?”

“...I never thought I’d get to talk to you again, Haitham. Does your mother know about this?”

“She does,” Alhaitham answered. “A lot of things have happened… and I think she finally came to her senses.”

“It’s hard to imagine she changed.”

“What happened between you and Mom?”

“She didn’t tell you?”

“...She was very vague,” Alhaitham said.

His father sighed. “...Your mother became obsessed with her career. When she got a promotion, she was already thinking about the next one. I found it admirable at first, but she started using questionable methods to get there.”

“...Questionable methods? Like what?”

“She would use people. And, after getting what she wants, she tossed them aside. I… made a suggestion to her one day, but when things didn’t go as planned, she changed entirely.”

“...What happened?”

“One of her colleagues stole her work. It was a market research report that your mother had been working on for a couple of months. Their company hired someone new after one of her colleagues left. Your mother was a top performer, so”—he sighed—“I suggested she let that new colleague take a look at her report so he can learn from her."

“And that person stole it?”

“...That’s right. He handed it in as his own. I think that was when our relationship really spiralled downwards”

“...Does your mom know that you know about this?” you ask.

“She knows I talked to him, but she didn’t ask about the details. Perhaps she doesn’t want to deal with the past anymore.”

A small pause.

“...I have to say,” you begin, and Alhaitham looks at you. “Your mother may have been trying to protect herself, but selfishness can only go so far before it comes back to bite you.”

“...That’s true. It’s a lesson she learned the hard way.”

And you hope she’ll never forget it.

…

Two years later

“Do you ever miss being a cat?” Childe asks.

You, Alhaitham, and Childe are having lunch together at Lambad’s Tavern on a sunny afternoon.

That’s a question Alhaitham never thought he’d have to answer. But… it has finally happened. Ever since you and Alhaitham officially got back together, he has never turned back into a cat.

“What about you?” you ask Childe.

As Childe's relationship with his parents got progressively better, his cat transformation also began to die. Now that more of his scripts are getting approved for production, Childe hasn't transformed for nearly a month.

“There’s not really a lot of perks to being a cat,” Childe says. “The only perk would be cuddles with Lumine.”

You give him a slight deadpan look, and he smiles.

Then, you hear Ayato’s voice.

The three of you turn to the TV and see him and his female co-star talking to a journalist.

“He’s been really busy nowadays,” Alhaitham says.

Childe looks at you. “We have you to blame for that."

It’s been almost two years since you officially finished the script for My Boss is My Cat. You’ve worked on it tirelessly, but you had a great support system. After telling Alhaitham that it was loosely based on your relationship with him, he gave you a kiss and said that it would be an absolute hit.

Well, he wasn’t entirely wrong.

You may not have won Best Screenwriter for the effort you put into My Boss is My Cat, but you’re still proud that the company liked it enough to produce it. In the end, Ayato got cast as the male lead and was in the running for a few awards.

The last time you and The Strays talked to him, Ayato said that his transformation was also wearing off. But it was when he was nominated that he noticed that he hasn’t been transforming during his kiss scenes. You still remember the small smile he had when he said he never thought he’d be wishing to transform into a cat.

“Well, what can I say?” you ask with a small smile. “Everyone likes a good cat story.”

“Maybe I should write one, too,” Childe jokes. Then, he looks at you and Alhaitham. “By the way, aren’t you two moving in together?”

You and Alhaitham look at each other and smile. That’s right. You and Alhaitham are moving in together. After Alhaitham’s temporary tenure as CEO, he went on to pursue a higher position than before at Akademiya. And since he’s no longer your boss, your relationship is no longer a secret. What’s more convenient is now that Lumine got a new job as a character designer for a gaming company, she’s looking for a new place. Yours just happen to be free and closer to her company.

“...So, don’t tell me it’s just going to be the two of you,” Childe continues.

“Someone’s nosy,” Alhaitham says, half-jokingly.

“Aw, man, I just want to know if there’s like… I don’t know! A wedding or something!”

You and Alhaitham look at each other again. Then, you look at Childe. “When the time is right, it’ll happen naturally.”

Childe sighs. “So, I guess I won’t be a Godfather anytime soon.” When Childe catches a knowing look between you and Alhaitham, he gasps. “Wait, don’t tell me you’re…”

"No," you say. "But... I wouldn't say we're completely child-free."

Childe looks from you to Alhaitham. “What is this supposed to mean? I need an explanation!”

◆◆◆

Later that weekend, you and Alhaitham invite Lumine and Childe over for lunch. As soon as Alhaitham opens the door, your newly adopted kitten slowly gets up from his cat bed and walks over.

“He’s so cute!” Lumine gushes as she crouches. She extends her arms and the kitten walks closer so she can pick him up. "What did you name him?"

“When we adopted him, the person says he responds to the name Kazuha,” you say.

“Kazuha?” Childe asks. “Why Kazuha?”

“Not sure. It was the name that was in the box they found him in."

“How could anyone abandon a poor, innocent animal like that?” Lumine huffs, standing up with Kazuha in her arms.

Childe walks over and leans close to the cat who stares at him. “Is it just me or is he kinda quiet?”

You laugh. “You have no idea how much he tried to attack Haitham’s hair.”

“His hair?”

You point to the strand of hair that’s sticking out from the top of Alhaitham’s head.

“Glad it’s still in one piece,” Childe says with a smile.

"And I hope it stays that way," Alhaitham says.

Kazuha hops out of Lumine's arms and onto the couch. "Wouldn't it be funny if Kazuha isn't actually a cat?" she jokes.

You and Alhaitham glance at each other. "What makes you say that?" he asks.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I just thought it would be funny if you happened to adopt a cat who’s also afflicted with the curse.”

“Surely we would’ve noticed a stranger in the house," you say. "We adopted him a while ago."

Lumine chuckles. “Yeah, that’s true.”

Then, your sister and Childe head to the kitchen to grab drinks. You and Alhaitham are about to follow them when you hear a soft meow. Both of you stop and turn around. After Kazuha cleans his face with his paw, he looks at you and Alhaitham and winks.

You've heard of cats winking, so this shouldn't be anything unusual. Right? You and Alhaitham glance at each other.

...Right?

End Notes:

...FIN.

You and Haitham are now proud parents of cat Kazuha who may or may not be... the real Kazuha. XD.

Will there be a sequel of you and Haitham raising Kazuha? ...Erm, probably not.

BUT

There might be a separate spin-off cat Kazuha story in the future. I already have an idea for it. Of course, the pairing will be You/Kazuha but the "you" in that story will obviously not be the same one here. It'll be a separate story with mentions/references to this one.

It still hasn't hit me that MBIMC is over. But you and Alhaitham's story has ended. When I started this story three or so months ago, I never thought it would get this many views. So, thank you for all the love and support <3

And now... I can finally start on the fic that's been plaguing me for months LOL. Any Honkai Star Rail readers here? :> You may see me pop up in that fandom soon...

But until then, TAKE CARE <3

Tag list: @suoshiii @lordbugs @lxry-chxn @seirenspinel @sakiimeo @ash-in-lavender @ceylestia @forsh4dow @deathkat657 @kalpie @elernity @sentieence @chichibleeps @sunsethw4 @hjjks @tanspostsblog @nqctre @just-simping-over-genshin @uchihaeirin @vynbin @ayanokomu @dksfl920 @rin1802 @itztaki @thetwinkims @imkaaayy @angeilix @starlighttotheleft @letthewindlead @certaindreampost @winterpein @theprinceofkhaos @warrior-of-justice @vvyeislazzy @n8mareee

#alhaitham x you #alhaitham fluff #alhaitham smut #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham x yn #genshin al haitham #al haitham x reader #al haitham fluff #al haitham x y/n #al haitham #genshin alhaitham

236 notes · View notes

starkiller419 · 10 months

Text

An apology.

pairing : Anakin Skywalker x F!Padawan reader | wc : 2.7k |

summary : just a wee little drabble. you hurt Anakin in battle (accidentally of course) and share a bed together. may be working on a pt. 2...

warnings : idk it's definitely fluffy. a little bit of violence but not directed at either Anakin or the reader.

a/n : this came to me in the middle of working on something else and I just had to get it out before I forgot. I didn't do any smut because idk it just didn't seem right? anywayssss enjoy <3

(PS mans is literally an angel. that's all.)

——————————————————————————————————

Ever since you've met him, you've been in agony.

You haven't slept one night without his blue eyes taking high precedence in your dreams. his voice, his laugh, his entire being clouding your dreamscape. And then when you wake, and he isn't there, you are in more agony. He has managed to consume your entire being in a matter of months. Granted the months have felt like years, but still, it should be considered a world record. How easily you have fallen for him, and he is clueless. He has no clue of your true feelings.

He does not know why you follow him the way you do, basically nipping at his heels as you walk steadfastly behind him. Half the time you don't know where he is going, and you don't care. He never wanted you in his life, he made that very clear in the first couple of months of your apprenticeship. You are simply an obstacle to him, an obstacle in place by the council, an obstacle he cannot ignore.

And while you are still an obstacle, in the utmost sense of the word, he has grown accustomed to your presence. He finds himself feeling deep apparitions of sadness when you are not near. He has come to enjoy the way you follow him like a lost puppy, with your wide eyes watching him, observing his every move.

He feels flattered that someone as spectacular as you found him equally as spectacular.

Sometimes he catches a glimpse of your thoughts mid-mission. How your mind seems to stray from the war and destruction before you to more simple things. The way his dirty blonde curls frame his face. The way the certain spot in his jaw clenches when he is frustrated, or concentrated. the way his eyes seem to become brighter when he is happy, and darker when he is sad. He enjoys how all of your escapist thoughts are of him. He takes pride in being able to give you the comfort of escaping the tragedy that engulfs your life.

Right now, for example, the two of you are engaged in a battle on the planet of Alderaan. The separatists have planned an attack against Senator Organa and his wife, and the council chose Anakin and you to protect them. One thing led to another, and within the first four hours of your arrival, a flock of separatist droids had invaded the Senator's home. As you fought alongside Anakin swinging your blue lightsaber to dodge and deflect blaster shots, you couldn't stop your mind from straying to the way his body moved so effortlessly in combat.

You regained some composure and redirected your attention to the droids before you. There had been about thirty of them when you started fighting, and now you were down to the final ten. You approached two from behind, taking the sneaky approach, and sliced clean through their midsections with your lightsaber. You smiled slightly at yourself, proud of your work, before redirecting your attention to the blast you could feel heading toward you.

You spun around quickly and directed the shot away from you, directly into Anakin's shoulder. Your eyes widened as you felt fear and shock flow through your veins. He stumbled slightly but somehow managed to maintain his composure and sliced through four droids, leaving only four remaining to fend off.

"Anakin!" you called out as you rushed to his side. You each took on two droids and the battle was over as soon as it had started. He turned to look at you, the pain in his shoulder was barely there, being fended off by the adrenaline coursing through him. "I'm so sorry! I-" You began apologizing profusely but stopped when he brought his hands to cup your face and softly stroked your cheekbones.

"I'm okay." He smiled brightly at you and proceeded to move his right arm around, showcasing the lack of pain and damage the blaster shot had caused. "You did well. I'm proud of you." His smile remained as he praised you. You didn't like it when he praised you, it just made your affection grow stronger. The way his eyes were shining brightly and the way the corners of his mouth curled into that deviously charming smile made you weak in the knees. Something, as a Jedi, you could not afford to be feeling. much less for your master.

"Are you sure?" Your voice is laced with concern as you stare into his eyes, unwilling to break eye contact. He nodded softly before his smile faded and he looked behind you with a stoic expression on his face. You turned to see where he was looking and saw Senator Organa walking from his hiding space in the room beside the one you were currently in.

After exchanging a few words with the Senator, mostly just him thanking you for defending him and his family, you and Anakin were shown to the rooms you would be residing in for the evening. One of the many servants in Organa's home had led the two of you up a long staircase, and down a long hallway, before stopping in front of one room. "This is your room for the remainder of your stay," she spoke with no emotion in her tone as she turned and swiftly walked away, leaving you and Anakin to stare at the door.

You looked at Anakin and saw he held that same smile from earlier on his lips, making you feel somewhat uneasy. He opened the door and motioned for you to enter before him. You were greeted with a lavish room, a large king-size bed situated in the middle, and a doorway leading to a bathroom over on the left wall. Anakin spoke first, taking in the surroundings, "I'll sleep on the floor." He moved to grab a pillow and a blanket off the bed, quickly creating a makeshift sleeping space on the hard ground.

"No Master, you're injured. You can have the bed, I don't mind." You said as you motioned to his shoulder. In typical Skywalker fashion, Anakin had insisted he was fine and didn't require any medical attention. He said he would apply some bacta upon your return to the temple. You didn't believe him after watching him remove his robe and wincing slightly in discomfort.

You made your way into the washroom, searching through the golden-plated cabinets and cupboard until you found a white box with a red cross on it. You re-entered the bedroom and placed the kit beside where he sat on the bed. He eyes you with curiosity, and then the box, his curiosity soon turning into arrogance.

"Y/n, I told you, I'm fine." He spoke in an irritated tone as if you were a child and he was putting you in your place. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, gripping onto his right shoulder and watching as he flinched in discomfort due to his injury.

"Oh really?" You scoffed again and laughed slightly at his childish behavior. "Just get over yourself, Master. There's nothing wrong with accepting help when it is offered to you. Besides, I owe you." You spoke softly as his demeanor changed from arrogant to calm and he began to remove his tunic to allow you to treat his injury.

You had seen Anakin shirtless a few times, only passing glances however as you tried to avoid looking at him in that context. It just added to the flame you already felt near him, and you couldn't stand more than what you already had to deal with when it came to your unrequited feelings.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling off the side and you crawled behind him, sitting on your knees so you could look at his wound properly. It wasn't bad, he was right about that, but if it were to be left untreated it would become infected before you made it home. It was about the size of a quarter, his skin singed around the edges from the heat of the shot, the middle of the wound red and bloody. You took a cleansing wipe from the kit beside you and spoke in a whisper, "This may sting a bit." to which he scoffed and responded in a hushed tone,

"I'm sure I've felt worse." You rolled your eyes at his neverending arrogance as you placed the wipe against the wound, and he didn't even flinch. His back muscles had tensed slightly, showing his discomfort, but besides that, he was as calm as ever. Well, as calm as Anakin Skywalker could be. After cleansing the area you began to apply the cool bacta gel using your finger. Your touch was light to not risk hurting him in any way as you touched his open wound. He took a deep breath which startled you slightly, but not as what happened next.

"Why do you admire me so much?" He asked in the same hushed tone he used moments earlier. You thought over his question for a moment. You knew the answer, but you also knew you couldn't tell him the truth. However, you didn't feel right lying to him.

"I'm not entirely sure. You're strong and powerful, as a Jedi and as a person. You are smart and calculated, sometimes. And when you care for or about something or someone, you give it your all." You say trying to sound confident, but the shaking of your hand as you apply the gel tells Anakin otherwise.

"Is that all? There's no… other reason?" He asks in a shy tone. Anakin doesn't usually get shy. This was a new side of him you were seeing at this moment.

"Should there be?" You rebuttal, and watch as his back muscles tense up once again, but your hand was nowhere near him at this point.

"I guess not." He said quietly. You grabbed the gauze from beside you and placed it on his wound, securing it with tape before boldly leaning down and placing a soft kiss against it. He turned his head to face you and you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks.

"For good luck. Y'know, with healing and all." You smiled as you spoke softly and gazed down to look at the bed. He brought his hand to your chin and pulled your head to face his, "Thank you." He said sincerely, the look in his eyes matching the sincerity in his tone. Your face is only inches away from his own, and you're overcome with the need to kiss him.

You've imagined what his lips would feel like many times before. What it would be like to share something so intimate with the only person who was able to awaken these feelings in you. Your eyes drift from his down to his lips, only momentarily though as you know he's watching you. That's the thing about Anakin, he's so attentive and observant. It gets harder and harder to hide your desires from him as each day passes.

In another uncalculated bold moment, you lean forward and place a soft kiss on his cheek, pulling away to see the pink that tints his cheeks. It wasn't exactly what you wanted, but it would do for now. His breathing has increased and grown heavy, you take note of the rising and falling action of his chest. "What was that one for?" He asks as he stares into your very soul, his eyes holding an unknown feeling to you.

"An apology." You say as you smile softly at him, his eyes placing you in an unbreakable trance. He smiles a soft smile back at you and looks down, his curls fanning over his face. You want to reach out and run your fingers through his hair, but you've made enough bold moves for the night, and resist the urge.

You move off the bed, grab the kit as you do so, and return it to the washroom. You then remove your outerwear, leaving you in the tank top you wore beneath your Jedi robes and the loose linen pants. You had packed pajamas for the trip, but seeing as Anakin and you shared the room, you didn't want to wear the silky black shorts and top.

Well, you did, but you shouldn't.

Anakin watched as you removed your clothes with your back facing him. He admired every curve of your body, the way your shoulder blades moved when you pulled off your tunic, the tight black fabric that adorned your torso. He found his mind drifting to sinful places as he watched, so he forced himself to turn onto his side and face the opposite direction.

You lay down on the floor facing the ceiling and your mind was racing. The floor was uncomfortable, but you didn't mind if it meant Anakin could be more comfortable. That's one of the downsides to your ever-growing affections for the Jedi, the way you'd sacrifice anything for him. Even something as small as a comfortable place to sleep.

You closed your eyes and tried to sleep, only to open them moments later as you heard rustling coming from the bed beside you and a soft "Psst." coming from Anakin. You were met with his head hanging off the bed a couple of feet above you, and you couldn't stop the smile that formed on your lips.

"I'm trying to sleep." You said quietly and closed your eyes again, hoping he would return to his spot and leave you be.

"You didn't actually think I would let you sleep on the floor did you?" He laughs and you hear the sound of the covers being thrown off his body, and then you hear him lay beside you, the floorboards squeaking under his broad frame. You open your eyes again and turn to see Anakin laying beside you with his head on a pillow he must've grabbed from the bed. He's on his back as well, his eyes now closed as he fake snores. You laugh at his idiocy and sat up, hitting his chest as you did so. He laughed as well, giving up his facade of false slumber, and looked up at you.

"What are you doing?" You asked through your laughter, trying to stifle it as best as you could.

"If you sleep on the floor, I sleep on the floor." You smiled down at him before wiping it clear from your face and speaking in a serious tone, "Master-"

"Anakin. You can call me Anakin." His words make you blush,

"Anakin.." His name sounds so foreign coming from your mouth. But he loves it, and so do you. "you're injured, you really should sleep in the bed."

He smirks charmingly and sits up beside you, leaning in ever so slightly, "If I sleep in the bed, you sleep in the bed." He rephrased his earlier words as his smirk only seemed to grow.

You rolled your eyes, "You're not going to give up are you?"

"Nope." He said, popping the 'p'. You exhaled softly and looked over to the bed. It did look comfortable. Before you could stand, Anakin had moved closer and wrapped his arms around your waist and thighs, carrying you bridal style to the left side of the bed. You erupted in giggles and a blush spread across your face at the slight intimacy of this moment between you two.

You could feel his toned chest against your cheek, his heart beating ever so rapidly. It sent chills down your spine, and electricity through your veins.

You wouldn't know it, but holding you in his arms like this sent the same feelings through Anakin. The bottom hem of your top had lifted ever so slightly when he picked you up, so his hands were able to feel your bare skin and it sent him into a frenzy.

He placed you on the bed before walking over to the other side. You laid on your side facing the middle, as did he. You were a mere inches apart, neither of you making an effort to create space or distance. No words were exchanged as the two of you just stared at each other for a few long moments. He broke the stare by leaning closer to you and placing a soft kiss on your forehead, mumbling a "Goodnight." into your skin.

Not long after, you fell asleep.

#anakin fanfiction #anakin skywalker #anakin x y/n #loverboy #star wars #anakin x reader #ani rambles #ani baby #live laugh love anakin skywalker #im obsessed #it's not even funny anymore #padawan #slay

135 notes · View notes

jazeswhbhaven · 4 months

Text

Huge Announcement from PrettyBusy! 1.10

First, this is quite long btw, if you'd like to read it for yourself please look on their website! They haven't uploaded it on their social medias just yet, but also check WHB Updates on twt in case I miss anything. I'm really only going to highlight the stuff I care about and wish to speak on! But overall there's a lot they're changing up and giving us in the future so this shows promise.

So! I like the timing of their pacing of releasing new chapters. I want them to take their time, the writers especially to give us some good stuff to read because I highly doubt they're gonna change the amount of battles between each story node. .-. And if they do then great!

They do give some info about friend systems (getting materials and items by having friends etc.) the Minhyeok mini game and additional chats being added.

So it seems here that we will get to battle the angels for additional items. They say you can loot them from their realms...so I wonder how this is going to go! Though it sounds like these battles are going to be harder than usual so make sure to beef up your teams/cards since the conditions need to be met.

SKRUNKLY MAMMON („ಡωಡ„)

But yay birthday stuff! I'm hoping they do it before my birthday date which is later in that month...because otherwise I'd have to wait until next year :(

Also they say that we will get to decorate the lobby with a single theme, icon packages will be added in the future, but they will give us icons for all the devils for the ones we have it sounds like.

Stickers of Ppyong are rewarded, they say 'line' so it makes me think of the messaging service LINE but I'm not sure if that's what they mean.

Now here's the big one

So now when we hit the pity threshold we will be able to select the character we want instead of just hoping we get whichever one we want. This is a big thumbs up from me because I think if ppl are throwing in that much money they should get what they want.

Now to address the 500 monthly Solomon Seals. They are letting us collect this by attendance and quests. I'm fine with that because I already do this with the Solomon Tears. I did peep some complaints (very few though) that didn't like the fact that they had to do stuff in order to get it. Come on now guys, you didn't think they were just gonna give us paid currency for free each month. Even I know better.

AND the Pancake Shop change. This one I am a bit worried about simply because what they highlighted sounds like it may or may not turn out to be what we expected in terms of spending and using our Pancakes to get items/characters we want. Also peep that in the future when we pull, when we get duplicates of Devils and cash them in for currency it will reward us with Gold and Tomes for the lower grade, and Nightmare Pancakes for the higher grade devils.

They did say that they are OPEN to criticism once the shop releases, so be ready to email them if this new Pancake system does not work for you. And a quick thing about the Nightmare Pass is that they did listen that other countries have to pay much more in pricing for things like this so they are open to lowering the price in the future. But this statement made me laugh ->

idk about any of you, but this read to me as "Yeah I'm tired of ya'll asking us for stuff when we do so much"

Like aight PB I hear you...I see you... (btw this isn't meant to be negative, I know very well what they mean)

So for Enviroment Changes (I'm assuming for gameplay) here are the highlights

-Reducing the Ultimate scenes by half (meaning it will be on the screen less during battle) -adding illustrations from past events into the album -boss skill window (idk who asked for this but cool) -faster annoucements about new characters and release schedules

So for January no new characters (bummer, but I understand) They say they are doing this because it takes them about 2-3 weeks to get the characters approved or any additional events and stories approved before they can confidently announce when we will see them.

It is crucial that we as players give them grace on this because given the nature of the game they have to jump through a lot of damn hoops to get things approved and the industry is realllllyyyy against NSFW stuff lately especially the higher up the ladder folks and will reject just about anything they don't like. I've seen people literally have to pull projects because the big man said "Nah not in this house" But PB is trying and that's what counts. They at least were transparent here that they don't want us to get our hopes up until things are certain.

And just a little message from them. Reminding us that they are a small production crew and that they are trying their best with all the resources they have at hand.

We all may have our thoughts about how they run things and it's natural because we're human, but the devs are at least listening and showing that they are willing to change and work around our needs the best they can for a better gaming experience. Now I do forsee some stuff is gonna piss us off, but that's a given. All we can do is give them feedback when it's due!!

#whb #what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#whb game #game update #whb updates #a lot of stuff coming our way folks!#still worried about that pancake stuff but we'll see

60 notes · View notes

nekassvariigs · 1 year

Text

Some day in the life with the Whitebeard crew.

Marco x reader x whitebeard!fluff

hearts doing the ooglie-booglies.

"Morning Pops" you gently rubbed your eyes greeting your Capitan.

"Oh its you , Goodmorning." His tall figure looked down on you as you passed him,stopping only to rest your head on his lower leg.

The morning breeze was cold as the winds picked up pace, the calm sea rising to an upbring once more.

"Bout as good as i could with you snoring so loudly." you winced just thinking about it. He didnt snore often but when he did the managed to put half the ship in a trance like state from it alone.

"Gurararara, sorry squirt." he looked down on you with a gentleness he didnt like causing trouble for his sons or daughters esppecially over sleep.

"Mmn, it's fine.." you mumbled cozying further on the old mans leg.

''Cant be helped'' the tall male sighed offering you his arm. You smacked it away earning a look of disbelief from him.

''Its your fault youu..'' lazily throwing punches giggling like a little kid, it felt like someone was tickling his palm such a cute act didn't go unnoticed as he picked you up carefully laying you on his lap his enormous hand placed gentle strokes on your hair. His warmth bringing you great comfort. ''You know, I miss it when I was little, you used to hold me like this all the time.'' you stifled a yawn looking into the mans' old wise eyes.

''You cant stay little forever you know.'' he reminisced of the times you were small enough to comfortably sit on his shoulders falling asleep while holding his bandana.

''Guess it cant be helped..'' you blushed shyly looking at him.

His fatherly instinct kicked him like a rock hitting a windshield cracking his emperor duty filled world to that of a simple man who wanted to provide security to those who showed potential and trusted him with their hearts to the end of the world.

"You brats really do grow fast, i remember when Marco was in his diapers..'' Pops continued an exclamation mark as big as the Moby Dick itself popped on Marcos head. "POPS WHAT ARE YOU SAYING RIGHT NOW!'' he looked like a pissed off flaming chicken then again a pineapple? You couldn't tell and didn't really bother to either just chuckling at the image alone, your laugh as light as the wind you were riding. Your sleep fading as you kept picturing how silly Marco would have looked like as a baby, big dumb-dumb eyes and his dopey haircut atop it.

"Cute.." you thought to yourself making Marco blush seeing as you were imagining things. ''WHATEVER YOU HAVE IN YOUR HEAD STOP IT!'' he barked ears red from embarrassment.

''Oh enough you two." Whitebeard seemed in his element today sharing stories allowing you to sit with him like this even not punishing you two for not getting along. He watched as Marco stomped on the ground a habit he developed unintentionally when he was mad or frustrated.

"Up you go brat.'' he picked up Marco like a cat by the scruff and placed him on his shoulder, the blonde immeditley shutting up avoiding all contact with anyone's eyes. His rosy cheeks showing his soft nature under pops' care.

''Hey pop's , can we ever call you Edward?'' you asked.

''And why would you need to do that?'' he answered fairly curious why you chose this topic.

''Well I don't know would be an interesting development. Should a woman my age still call you pops or do you think its high time for a change." you retorted trying to provoke the man into a battle of wits.

"You can try, but I promise you wont see me in the same way after that."

"Someone's confident..'' you wondered standing up form his lap slowly, your eyes meeting his you uttered the words: '' Edward, when will we set ashore?'' you had a tingle run down your spine not understanding the meaning of it you took it as excitement and went along unfazed.

''Whenever your heart pleases miss'' the aura grew tense the longer you looked at him sweat slowly trickling down your forehead. This felt different, pleasantly different like being courted by a gentleman.

The old man looked at you processing everything that went on his smile rising the longer you took until you erupted a blobly-blushy mess hiding behind his jacket. Whitebeards signature laugh erupting on the deck as well as Marcos.

"Its always fun seeing this reaction.'' Marco laughed having previously seen someone else do this only to end up in the same position.

Marco was wheezing his ass of meanwhile Whitebread offered you his knowing gaze, you hid deeper behind his jacket face redder than a ripe tomato.

''Waaaa~ this is what he meant by 'you wont see me the same way after this.''' What a jerk.

He extended his arm to you his fingers wiggling right by your crouched body. You contemplated for a bit before sitting on his hand , he placed you right on the other side of his shoulder.

He thinks he won just cause he knows how to show off his experience and pearly whites huh. You puffed you cheeks mentally, sitting comfortably on his shoulder you ushered closer to him poking his cheek to give you an ear.

''Then lets set sail Capitan Edward~'' you cooed using a 110% of your womanly charm you noticed him stall. His cheeks dusted a shade redder than when he laughs.

''Let's sail the entire world together Edward, promise me~'' you continued checking how the old man was taking it. His whole expression stone cold however his cheeks red as a rash on a baby's bum.

Marco couldn't belive his eyes, the first time in years old mans plan actually failed against him.

You giggled reaching around the back to whisper the same thing into Marcos ear but using Marcos own name. Now the both of them stood stone cold cheeks glowing.

What a sight these men are, you thought to yourself giving each one a gentle platonic kiss to the cheek "Shouldn't be teasing you boys like this, I apologize.." you went back to your place on your Capitan's lap ,sitting soundly till the both of them spoke in unison. "No problem we don't mind at all!" Zero shame in their steely gazes you admired their devotion. "Marco you're something ,but you pops are a different thing.''

Edward laughed brushing off this fun event as quickly as it came. Though he really didn't expect it.

#marco the phoenix #marco the pineapple #oneopiecemarco #one piece marco #whitebeard one piece #whitebeard x reader #edward newgate #whitebeard pirates #edward newgate x reader x marco #whitebeard x reader x marco #fluff #onepiece fluff #onepiecedailylife #onepiece x reader #onepiece #one piece fanfiction

462 notes · View notes

grandlinedreams · 6 months

Note

Hii, how you doin, hope you doin well! Saw your request is open and can I request a strawhat crew reader who collets plushie and the strawhat crews reaction to it? Like when the reader first joined the crew there's only one or two plushie but every time they get to a new island the reader always gets a minimum one plushie of that island untill the plushies are everywhere in the sunny. Its okay if you deny my request and thankyouu if you take it. Thats all bye byee ♥️

Hiya papaya, I can absolutely do that!! That's so cute 🥺 I hope I can do this justice for you!!

[Heads up!: nothing but fluff!]

Luffy ㅡ definitely doesn't see anything wrong w your growing collection and sometimes will help you pick one out if you're having trouble choosing. Definitely the reason you have plushies that resemble each member of the crew in some way or another.

"Whoa, hey! This one looks like Zoro, don't you think?" It's a green tiger plush that's been marked down because it's missing an eye, and Luffy grins as he hands the plush to you. "You should definitely get this one!"

ㅡ

Zoro ㅡ doesn't understand why you have so many, but also won't tease you about it either. Probably uses one of them as a pillow in his usual napping spots because they're scattered everywhere. Once made the mistake of damaging one while training, and you didn't know about it until he dropped the (clumsily) repaired plush into your lap.

"Here." You blink at the sudden weight in your lap, staring at the bear who's left arm looks a little worse for wear. "It was an accident but I know these mean somethin' to you, so..." He huffs when you thank him. "Whatever. Don't get used to it, okay?"

Is he blushing? Maybe, just a little.

ㅡ

Nami ㅡ threatens to sell them for beri just kidding, she understands the value behind stuff that reminds you of a childhood you might not have gotten to enjoy fully ㅡ they may not be tangerine trees, but she gets it. Might scold you a little if you're bringing back something expensive, but also not above helping you pick them out, like Luffy. Also will pick one up for a cuddle if she needs it, but also will help repair them if they get damaged.

"Here you go." She hands you the little dog and when you give her a confused look, she elaborates. "I saw the idiots tossing this little guy around yesterday, so his stuffing got pretty lumpy and I wanted to fix it for you. Little guy's good as new."

"Thanks, Nami."

She smiles. "No problem. Next repair won't be free though, okay?"

She's half teasing, half serious. Watches as you cuddle the plush to you, enjoying the soft plush of it and faint scent of tangerines.

ㅡ

Usopp ㅡ also kind of confused because you're a pirate, what do you need with so many stuffed animals? If it's a comfort thing, he leaves it at that ㅡ also makes voices for them if you're upset and he's trying to cheer you up. Could also be talked into working with Frankie and trying to design something so that some of them aren't just toys, but he won't do it if you don't want him to.

"Mr. Cat saw you were upset and he wanted to come check on you." You watch as the bell around the toy cat's neck jingles with the way Usopp walks it over to you, then up at the sniper himself. He grins nervously, then offers the plush to you. "Do you want to talk?"

"Not right now," you say, but hug the plush to yourself and offer him a weak smile. "Thanks, though."

Usopp's smile widens just a little. "No problem."

ㅡ

Sanji ㅡ definitely thinks it adds to your charm, coos about your duality ㅡ how can someone so lethal in battle have such a cute side too? Picks them up out of harm's way (ie Luffy, Zoro, occasionally Usopp) when he sees them. Also occasionally humors you by talking to them like they're people too.

"Would they care for a drink too?" You look over at the oversized rabbit that's seated next to you and then laugh.

"It's a rabbit, Sanji." His cheeks pink a littleat you laughing, but you soothe it with what you say after. "We could definitely appreciate your company, though."

Also watches where he smokes, does his best to make sure no harm comes to the plushies or that they smell like smoke.

ㅡ

Robin ㅡ finds it cute that you have a hobby like that, but also is mindful of where they're scattere. Makes sure none of them are flung overboard on accident, or torn up by the usual activity on deck. Also borrows one from time to time, either for Chopper or for herself to keep her company while she reads.

"Thank-you for letting me borrow this little one," she says as she hands the owl plush back to you. "They're very soft."

"Aren't they?" You look down at the plush, then offer it back to her. "You can keep this one, if you want. I have plenty."

She stares for a minute, then smiles. "That's very kind of you. Thank-you."

The owl plush becomes a common presence around her when she has downtime, keeping her company.

#ㅡmine.#one piece scenario #one piece x reader #strawhat scenarios #i didn't do brook and I'm sorry but i'd imagine he'd hold a lil concert for them and that's cute ehe

147 notes · View notes

inquisimer · 6 months

Text

i carried my own ashes to the mountains

for day 1 of @zevraholics' Zevwarden week 2023, tradition and trying new things - some pre-ship Nika and Zevran, a discussion of what will come of her return to Orzammar.

pairing: f!Brosca & Zevran word count: 1200 rating: general audiences tags: hurt/comfort, platonic relationships, fluff, a hint of pining if you squint

Nika stared at her reflection, warped and hazy in the frozen puddle outside their camp. A few hundred yards back through the trees their tents formed a half-circle around the fire. Beyond that loomed the peaks of the Frostback Mountains and within them, the gates to Orzammar.

Orzammar. Nearly three years gone since she’d left and going back now felt as intimidating as leaving with Duncan had then. Her fingertips traced over the faded brand on her cheek, newly bisected by a long, fresh scar. One of three—souvenirs from their battle with the dragon in Haven. Between that, and the weight on her shoulders, and the harsh cynicism regret had etched into her, she wondered if anyone in Orzammar would recognize the rebellious little casteless who dared defy their laws.

Part of her hoped they wouldn’t. Then she wouldn’t be alone in seeing a stranger in her face.

“Reminiscing, chapparita?”

A twig snapped under Zevran’s weight and Nika’s hand fell from her cheek as she glanced at him over her shoulder. She shrugged.

“Something like that, I suppose.”

Zevran hummed his doubt. Of all her companions, he would know. When they stumbled across his ill-conceived trap, she was still fresh-faced and sun-blind, lost without the cavernous Stone to ground her. She'd nearly shanked him in her anger. But his eyes shone with the wild desperation of someone who had absolutely nothing left to lose—he would have welcomed her blade, and it was a look so familiar that to see it in another shocked the rage right out of her.

He repaid her mercy with a curious devotion, sitting up with her through the coldest, darkest watches and fording paths when their inane quests took them through wilderness where even the smallest plants stood well above Nika's head. Bit by bit, he came to know her history, wheedling it out of her as none of the others had even tried to.

Things weren’t so different between the Carta and the Crows. Antiva's operation was larger and more storied, of course, but both were ruthless and cutthroat to a fault and you were only worth as much as the success of your last job. Nika didn't know many assassins, but she knew how they worked, and nothing builds trust like a mutually assured dagger in the back.

Zevran leaned against a tree and regarded her with a knowing look.

"You are apprehensive about returning to Orzammar."

"Am not."

He huffed, an aborted laugh that fogged the air around his mouth. "Dear Warden, there are at least seven paths that could have gotten us here sooner. And don't tell me you don't know of them," he added, for she'd opened her mouth to do exactly that. "I showed you how to read the map myself."

She rolled her eyes. "And?"

"And I think you should know that you do not need to run off into the woods with your woes." Zevran squatted at her side and tilted her face toward him with a knuckle on her chin. "You do not need to hide from me, chapparita. Not after everything."

"I know it's just..." Nika pursed her lips. "It's stupid. I just need a few moments to get it together."

"If it causes you distress, it cannot possibly be stupid."

"Yes it can," Nika grumped. "I get distressed by stupid things all the time. Rain and wagons. Broken lockpicks. Alistair."

"While amusing, this deflection won't save you." Zevran caught one of her hands and traced the calloused lines of her palm. "What troubles you so about returning home?"

"Home?" Nika scoffed. "Hardly a home. A place of origin, perhaps. But there was too much anger and never enough food to really call it a home."

"But you have family there, yes? Your sister and the young man...Lester?"

Nika's gut twisted. "Leske. And Rica, yes, they're still there. Or at least, I think they are. Some of the rumors coming up from Orzammar make me think there may well be nothing but carnage when we get there."

"Is that what troubles you, then?"

"Mmm not really. The city can tear itself to shreds for all I care, 'slong as Rica and Leske got out."

"Not worried about the city, not really worried about your family." Zevran tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Your reception upon return, then?"

Nika scrunched up her face. She really was quite transparent these days—if Behraht had been able to read her that well, she'd've never been allowed in the Carta, no matter how well Rica cleaned up. She glanced down at her griffon-stamped chestplate and sighed.

"I'm not the same person who left Dust Town," she finally said. "You know—you were there for most of the changing, the struggling, the growing."

"Not too much growing," Zevran teased, waving his hand over her head. She swatted at it and stuck her tongue out at him.

"The thing is, the time and the experience and even being a Warden—it won't matter to the people down there. You can't change your lot in life in Orzammar, so..."

She brought her fingers back to her marked cheek and Zevran’s gaze followed. "Once a brand, always a brand," she said bitterly. "I'm not even sure they'll listen to the treaties, not if I'm the one asking."

In the silence that followed, Nika stewed. She could feel Zevran considering her, but she didn’t want his comfort or his pity. Not when she had to walk back on the way the surface had changed her perspective. Not when she needed to be as cold and cruel as she’d ever been, to survive a return to Orzammar.

Gentle fingers caught her chin once more and this time the pad of Zevran’s thumb ghosted over the raised skin of her brand.

“They know you by this, as you were. But that is not who you are any longer so: have you considered…changing it?”

“How can I? It’s as much a part of me as my nose.”

“You misunderstand. I am not suggesting you attempt to remove it, anymore than I would suggest expunging your history before the Wardens.” Zevran dropped his hand to her shoulder and gently squeezed. “But the rest of you has changed on this venture. Should your face not change as well?”

Nika went very still. Her eyes darted back to the frozen puddle and the stranger reflected there. She imagined dark ink spiraling out around the blocky lines of the brand, weaving in and around the scar tissue, softening the hard border of the burden she’d worn like a prize all her life, just as this journey had softened all of her sharp edges.

In her heart, the idea slotted into place, so right that it immediately drew her out of her anxious melancholy. With eager eyes, she grabbed Zevran by the wrists.

“Can we do it now? Right now?”

A soft, warm smile crinkled the corners of Zevran’s eyes, a hint of wistfulness keeping it from catching at his mouth proper. But it swiftly gave way to his usual grin and he lifted her small frame effortlessly, swinging her onto his back.

“Of course, chapparita. We can begin whenever you like.”

#zevwarden week 2023 #zevran x brosca #zevran x f!warden #fanfic #hurt-comfort #pining #fluff #oc: nika brosca #zevran x nika #dragon age fanfic #dao #zevwarden

47 notes · View notes

smuttyfang · 7 months

Text

Akira, Curiosity

"The s/o has a very religious family, so after finding out Akira is a devilman the reader gets really scared and cautious but at the same time really curious and wants to know more about his devilman form and how the whole devilman thing works - v - You don't have to though, and thank you! ^^"

Words: 787

The sunset was always so beautiful reflecting off the water. The boardwalk was your favorite place to go after church. You found the water more relaxing than church somehow, and it made you feel conflicted. Wasn't the church supposed to be the most calming thing in your life? As you questioned yourself and your beliefs, you came closer to the boardwalk. As you approached, you noticed someone else sitting by the water. He looked familiar.. Looking on for a minute, you realized it was Akira. You went to school with him. Everyone had noticed the sudden change in his appearance, it was all anyone talked about, especially all the girls. There was a rumor that he had made a 'deal with the devil' of a sort and that was the origin of why he seemed so different. Despite being a little bit afraid, you felt your curiosity getting the better of you. Walking down toward the end of the boardwalk where he was sitting, he heard you from behind him and turned his head around to look at you.

"Oh, hey.." He said, giving you a slight smile. "We go to school together, right? I've seen you around before." He scooted over, patting the wood beside of him. How was he this nice if he had supposedly been making deals with devils? It didn't make any sense to you. You walked close to him, sitting down. You took off your shoes, letting your feet down into the cool water and sighing.

"Nice to actually meet you." You said. "I was.. curious about you." He put his arm on his knee, still looking out toward the water.

"Curious? About what?" He half laughed at you, like he couldn't believe you would be interested in anything about him.

"You." You stated, plainly. "I've heard a lot about you." You let your feet move back and forth in the cool water, enjoying the sensation.

"Like what? That I'm dealing with the devil?" He grinned.

"Well, yeah. That." He seemed far too nice to have anything to do with a devil. Even so, the way he grinned made you feel a little bit anxious. You tried your best to ignore it.

"You just came from the church up there, didn't you? Aren't you afraid of me?" You shrugged your shoulders at him, doing your best to hide it.

"No, not really. You seem nice. I don't see how you could have anything to do with the devil." You played with the hem of your dress with your fingers, looking down at your lap.

"You're brave for a church girl. I do have something to do with the devil. Maybe you should be afraid of me." He let his head fall, and it looked as if he was going to cry. His eyes filled with tears, but they didn't fall. Something was really off about him. You placed your hand gently on his arm, doing your best to comfort him.

"You are a kind person, I can sense it. I know you are. Despite anything else." You said, trying to let him know that he's not alone if he feels that he is fighting a losing battle with some inner demons. He looked at you, giving you a genuine smile through his tear filled eyes.

"You're real nice. Thanks." He wiped the tears from his eyes. "Sorry, we barely know each other. I shouldn't be saying this stuff to you." He stood up, as if he was getting ready to leave.

"I wanna know more about this whole 'devil' thing you believe you have going on." You looked to the sunset, seeing the sky turn a light purple color as the sun was fading below the skyline. "I wanna help, if I can. Religion or not. Something tells me you're deeply troubled." He didn't speak for a minute, and you gave him the time to gather his thoughts and think about what he wanted to say next.

"I am.. but I don't think there's anything you can do to help." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Will talking help at all? I'll be here to listen, if you need it, Akira. Sometimes that's all someone needs." He smiled, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Sure.. I'll come back tomorrow?" He said, you nodding your head in response to let him know that you would come back as well. "Okay.. but you should probably start heading home. It gets dangerous around here at night."

"How do you know that?" You questioned, pulling your feet out of the water and air drying them by swinging them around a little bit. You stood up, putting your shoes back on.

"The devil isn't just in hell, you know."

#devilman crybaby #dmcb #fanfic #scenario #akira fudo x reader #akira fudo #fluff

62 notes · View notes

sweetgaleria · 9 months

Text

Just watched the ladybug movie with a friend and i want to share my thoughts

Things that i liked: -chat noir calling ladybug a watermelon -their miraculous glowing when they need each other (or when there's an akuma? idk, the movie didn't make it super clear) -ladynoir practicing fighting together!! It was so cute! I wish the show had more moments of them just being silly and hanging out outside of battles -Sabine, Gabriel and Nathalie's models looked great -the times careless whisper started playing made me laugh so hard -Marinette's dress was super pretty -I like it that their magical outfits weren't indestructible -them being literally stronger together was cool -The final scene when she takes his mask and puts it on her face to say she's ladybug

What I didn't like -the movie felt like a bunch of scenes glued together by spit and a half assed prayer -why was everything happening all the time with no explanation -the characters barely had time to connect to make their relationships feel genuine -that made all the important scenes have no emotional impact for me, I only cared about the characters because I already knew them from the show -this is just my personal taste but their designs/models were so... round? idk, I didn't like it that much, they looked kinda weird to me -"the power of love" being important out of nowhere?? -a lot of things just started happening without rhyme or reason, the movie didn't explain their powers at all and also -WHERE'S THE LUCKY CHARM -also the dialogs felt so out of place? Marinette asking her mom at the start how should she go after her dreams just felt like it was put there to make marinette sing -oh and this movie had the audacity of being a musical and having zero good songs -also I understood that she's insecure from the first song, didn't really need the other 3 -how Marinette went from "I'm too scared and I can't be a super hero" to "this guy sucks and I can beat his ass" in 0.5 seconds -why was plagg like that -also why was adrien chosen to be chat noir here? did plagg just fly inside the first house he deemed worthy of his presence? first place he could find cheese? where's his moment of selflessness? -Ladybug had no importance for the plot. at all basically. If all it took for Gabriel to quit being hawkmoth was realizing he was hurting his son.... what is left for her to do? -after god knows how many songs about believing in herself, her final battle she still felt too weak to fight and she still wasn't important for it - did i already say that the scenes had no emotional impact? -her speech to paris at the end just fell flat -again, ladybug had basically no importance in this movie

In the end the movie looked nice and it was fun to watch with a friend but I, personally, didn't think it was good. Had some nice things in there but that was it for me

#miraculous movie #miraculous awakening spoilers #miraculous movie spoilers #spoilers #honestly the best part of the movie was seeing ladynoir again #but i feel like i only care about them because i know them from the show

83 notes · View notes

amatchinwater · 2 years

Text

I Know What You Want from Me (part 2) | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: There's a lot of fluff...like, a lot of fluff. Kinda sorry, but also not lol. Eddie takes you home after your time in the woods and takes care of you as promised. Then your relationship blooming with one another to fulfill a much needed sweet tooth. Flash forward to finding out if Eddie graduates or not after you helped tutor him.

Warnings: 18+, drug use, sexual content (no condom, reader on the pill), fingering, oral (f receiving, m mentioned), spanking, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, mentions of your parents (but no interaction cause found family), a very cheesy date, what could again be seen as subspace if you squint, slight dom!Eddie (again, if you squint real hard), I think that's it (let me know otherwise)

Words: 8997

a/n: I know Nothing Else Matters didn't come out until '91, but let's just pretend it was earlier. Okay? Okay, lol. Other than that, I hope you enjoy. I'm still reeling over the love for I Know What You Want From Me. I just- it's crazy and I'm super grateful that you guys liked it to much. Every single note put a smile on my face. I appreciate all of you! Thank you 💚

Requests are open. Masterlist. Part one

Not my gif!! Credit to creator!!

You fell asleep in the passenger seat with a can of pringles and a half drunk bottle of water in your lap. Eddie had you curled up in his seat with him for a few minutes once you’d reached his van, making sure you actually drank some of the water before your heavy eyes lost their battle to stay open. He rubbed soothing strokes along your back, peppering kisses in your hair, while you consumed the liquid that tasted like pure heaven to your fucked out senses.

As fuzzy as your brain still was, the incredibly sweet nature in which he treated you after fucking your brains out made your heart practically sing in your chest. If you hadn’t already loved Eddie, you’d have fallen for him right on the spot. Him trying to coax you awake is just as soft and sweet, but you want nothing to do with it. Pinching your eyes closed to try and will yourself back into unconsciousness.

“Come on, princess,” Eddie gently shakes your shoulder, trying to wake you up. You just groan in response, your head lolling to the side as you squint your eyes open at him. Sleeping for another several hours definitely sounds ideal right now. “Okay, I get it,” he chuckles under his breath, reaching over you to click open your seatbelt. Looping an arm around your neck and under your knees, Eddie scoops you up into his arms, kicking the car door closed behind him. “I believe m’lady requested food and a bath.”

“Now why would I go and say a stupid thing like that?” You grumble, curling into his neck, a contented sigh rushing through your nose. Even the slight sweat mixing in with his scent is comforting because it’s him.

Eddie laughs at you, carrying you up the steps to the trailer, “because you needed them. Wouldn’t have asked otherwise.” He holds you tightly to him for balance so he can open the front door, “if my girl asks for something, she gets it.” His use of ‘my girl’ unleashes a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. You’re not sure you’ll ever get over hearing it now that it’s for real.

“Well, now I’m asking for sleep,” you tease, hoping it will work.

It doesn’t.

“Nice try, princess,” Eddie kisses the top of your head as your traitorous stomach growls. “But you should really eat something…and uh,” he laughs smugly, moving into the kitchen, “your pants are kind of soaked.”

“Okay, that’s fai-”

“What the hell happened to you, darlin’?” Wayne’s voice cuts you off and you lift your tired head to look at him.

A violent blush burns your cheeks because what the fuck are you supposed to tell him?

Good thing Eddie’s always looking out for you. “Someone here thought it’d be a good idea to defend your devious nephew from some jocks. Cracked ‘em a few times with a baseball bat she apparently owns.” Wayne’s eyes grow comically large. “Yeah, same,” Eddie remarks on his uncle’s reaction. “She got a little-” he seems to ponder his word choice, “-shaky once the adrenaline wore off from kicking the shit out of Jason and his goons.”

Wayne seems only partially convinced as he takes in your disheveled hair, the still hazy look in your eyes, and the litany of marks on your neck. “Should I be worried about the police stopping by?” He grabs his lunchbox and keys off the kitchen counter, walking towards the front door.

“Nah,” Eddie snorts, “I think Jason would be too scared of invoking her wrath again if he did that.”

Eddie’s uncle nods, turning the knob and opening the door, “oh, and Eddie?”

“Yeah?” He stops halfway down the hall, you still in his arms wanting to very much pass back out.

“I wasn’t born yesterday, let's not have any mini Eddie’s running around just yet, yeah?”

Embarrassment wracks your frame and you groan, shoving your head into Eddie’s neck to hide the violent blush on your cheeks. Eddie lets out a hearty cackle, “we were careful!” He swears, carrying you into the bathroom when the front door closes. “Okay, princess,” Eddie sets you down on the closed toilet seat to start the bath for you while you take your shoes off. Filling it generously, your favorite scented soap floods the room, steam rising from the heat. Just the way you like it. “I’m gonna go make you something to eat, okay?”

You pause with your shirt halfway over your head. “No, wait,” you grab his wrist, stopping him from leaving. “You’re not going to stay with me?” You can’t help the pout even if you wanted to. Being away from Eddie is the last thing you want right now.

“Well,” Eddie smiles softly at you, “you just want me to sit in here with you…” he trails off, lips curling into a wider grin. “Or do you want me in the tub?”

“In the tub,” you respond without a second thought. That sounds fucking perfect. Cuddling up in the bath together while he just holds you? Sign you the fuck up. You’re fully capable of taking a bath by yourself. But, well, you want Eddie. You don’t really feel as fuzzy as before, but having him close to you seems like the best thing for you. “I don’t mean to be needy, but I just reall-”

“Woah, hey,” he cups your cheeks, “you’re not being needy, sweetheart. I asked you what you needed before we even left the woods for a reason. So if some physical contact is what you need, then I’m more than happy to give it to you, okay?” You nod, reveling at just how lucky you are to have Eddie. “Okay, let me get something in the oven at least, and then I’ll come back and join you,” Eddie offers, petting your hair to calm you back down. “Sound good?”

“Thank you,” you offer a small smile.

“Always, princess,” Eddie looks at you seriously, “always.” With one last kiss placed on your lips, he walks out of the bathroom.

Waiting until you hear clanking in the kitchen, you discard the rest of your clothes. Practically needing to peel your now tacky jeans from your skin. If you weren’t so ready to fall back to sleep, you’d be a little more disgusted about it. But even then, you probably wouldn’t be. Because it’s just literal proof of having been with Eddie. That that beautiful, wonderful man is yours. Properly this time.

You dip your toes into the warm water, sitting into the tub with a loud groan. Yeah, this is just what the doctor ordered. The bath is doing wonders at soothing your sore muscles and sensitive pussy. There’s a few bruises on your hips that make you smile, surely- hopefully- your neck matches. He’d really done a number on you and you didn’t even realize it. But fucking hell was it worth it. You quickly turn the water off before it can get too full and stretch out, leaning your head against the tile wall.

Humming a pleased sigh, you close your eyes. Perfect. It’s absolutely perfect. The only thing that could make it better-

“We’ve got about forty minutes until dinner’s ready,” Eddie places a timer on the sink, his jacket and vest left in the kitchen. He rubs his hands together, kicking off his shoes, “time for some T.L.C.” You watch him through tired eyes as he takes the rest of his clothes off, realizing that this is actually the first time you get to see him naked. Something Eddie must realize too, cooing, “that’s right,” slowing the movements of unclasping his belt, “you want a show, princess?” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you giggle.

“Yes, please,” your eyes fixating on him, propping your head on your elbow.

Eddie’s belt comes off with a flourish, extending his arm he promptly drops it to the floor. When his fingers curl into the hem of his shirt, you giggle again as his hips sway to a beat in his head, lifting the fabric over his torso. Good, god, he’s beautiful. Covered in more tattoos than you thought, proven when his pants shimmy down his legs revealing more ink than taking off his shirt had. The moment is broken completely when you see just how caked his boxers are to his skin and you cackle.

“Hey,” he chuckles, “that’s all your fault.” Eddie grins devilishly at the scarlett hue of your cheeks. “It’ll wash out,” he assures you, winking, “then you can do it all over again.” Eddie’s eyes never leave yours as he peels the fabric off, lowering them to his ankles. Leaving himself exposed in all of his glory as he toes out of them. Your half awake mind barely finds the strength to not drool over him. Even soft, he’s by no means small. “See something you like, princess?”

His voice snaps you out of your trance, “huh? Oh- uh,” you blush hotly, “I’m, um- you’re just-” you narrow your eyes, pinching your mouth closed to stop yourself from saying something stupid. Or to just stop the babbling that was surely about to start.

“Easy, pretty,” Eddie steps closer, gently leaning you forward to tuck himself behind you in the bathtub, “I was only teasing. You’re cute when you get flustered is all,” he pulls you back against his chest, his ring clad hand tenderly brushing your arm. “This what my girl needed?” Eddie asks, wrapping his other arm around your torso to keep you close, his chin resting on your shoulder.

You can only hum in response, your head resting against his chest. A content sigh leaving your lips as the hand on your arm trails to your stomach. The strokes of his fingers are still delicate and sweet, but there must be magic or something in those fingertips because when he teases farther down- no devious intention in mind, just aimlessly touching you- your breath hitches in your throat.

“And here I thought you’d be done, sweet thing. You were so fucked out you passed out in the van,” he chuckles in your ear. “I didn’t mean anything by it, but if you want more,” Eddie brushes a little lower, teasing at the curls of hair before coming back up, “all you have to do is ask.” The words are kissed into the side of your neck, flaring goosebumps despite the heat of the water and the body against your back.

“Eddie,” you whisper out a whine.

“Hmm?” He hums, still peppering your neck with kisses, continuing to dip his fingers enough to make warmth pool in your gut, but not nearly as low as you want them to be. Already need them to be. His voice drops sensually thick, “you want something, princess?”

“T-touch me,” your breath stilts once more, “please.”

“I am touching you,” he gives a love bite to your pulse, circling his finger around your folds, causing you to moan and your legs to spread as much as the tub will allow. You whine a groan in frustration when Eddie pulls his hand back again, leaving you needy and throbbing, walls clenching around a finger that hasn’t even gone inside you yet. “Alright,” he chuckles again, “I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure you really wanted to do this. I wasn’t exactly gentle earlier. Don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”

He doesn’t give you even a chance to worry that he’s changing his mind, fingers pushing past the tuft of hair, circling with pressure on your clit. You moan, head digging into his chest as you try to throw it back from the sensation. You feel like a live wire. Ready to spark at any given moment. To be put back together by the same skilled hand making you fall apart so beautifully. “Eddie,” you gasp, two fingers plunge deep inside making you see stars at his expert finding of the bundle of nerves inside of you.

“That’s my girl,” Eddie groans in your ear, feeling your pussy clench around him as he pumps faster, harder. Building your orgasm at a rate that whitens your vision and your hands dig crescent moons into his thighs. “Come on, princess. Squeeze that pretty pussy. I can feel how close you are,” he purrs in your ear, licking over another bite on your neck.

Electricity crackles through your limbs, legs shaking with the exertion of your orgasm winding tightly inside you. Begging to snap, release the floodgates like a cracked dam. Your clit throbs almost painfully with the need to be touched. “Shit,” you gasp under your breath. “Eddie, Eddie, fuck-” you moan, writhing in his lap, “please.”

“So pretty like this,” Eddie praises. “So pretty,” he repeats, pressing his palm into your throbbing clit and that throws you over the edge. Pinching your eyes closed and crying out from your orgasm as your pussy spasms around Eddie’s fingers. “Good girl,” he drawls, slowing his thrusts to gentle you through it. But not really stopping, keeping the fire licking inside. “Got another one for me?” Eddie asks, curling into the spongy part of you, making you shake, “whaddya say, princess? One more? Or are you too sensitive now?”

“Eddie,” your breathless voice echoes in the small room, “please, I-” want another one? Can’t take any more? You don’t know, but your hips grind into his hand otherwise, the way his fingers keep brushing against that sweet spot inside of you has you teetering towards another orgasm like the first one didn’t just happen. So you just whisper, “please,” again, grinding down.

The hand around your waist moves up so that Eddie can place a hold on your exposed throat, rings biting into your skin. “My fucking girl,” he groans, working his fingers in your cunt faster until you’re gasping for breaths, eyes fluttering with their struggle to stay open. “That’s right,” Eddie nearly growls in your ear, “always got just one more for me, right?”

You don’t process that him saying always like this isn’t the literal second time he’s had his hands on you. Because you couldn’t care less. You don’t plan on going anywhere and know for damn certain that he’s absolutely right. As long as it’s Eddie doing it, you’ll always have one more in you. Not that you can really voice that right now, the water from the tub splashing with Eddie’s efforts and your eyes roll back, everything releasing at once. “Eddie,” his name, a screamed moan from your lips as your cunt convulses while you come.

This time, Eddie slows his fingers, easing you through your orgasm with soft kisses behind your ear. His thumb stroking lovingly at your erratic pulse, whispering, “you did so good, princess, so good. Thank you,” another kiss to your temple this time as he pulls his fingers out. “Now, you just relax,” he says, getting your hair wet, “and let Eddie take care of you, sweetheart.”

Even still in the post bliss of your orgasm, you sit up and giggle, “did you just talk about yourself in the third person?”

“Sure did,” Eddie quips, uncapping the bottle of shampoo to wash your hair. “Problem?” He teases, lathering the soap in and you let out a sigh, eyes drooping shut from the tender intimacy. When all you offer is a hum in the way of an answer, Eddie chuckles through his nose, working on getting you clean. Once satisfied with both of your cleanliness, he gets out of the tub, quickly drying off so he can wrap you in a towel of your own.

The pair of you dry your hair off before going into his room. You dig through your underwear drawer, trying to find a pair comfortable enough to sleep in when Eddie kisses your shoulder. “Something tells me,” he rests his chin where his lips had just been, “these will be much more comfortable than any of the panties you own. As pretty as they all are.”

Turning to face him, you see he’s holding a Rob Zombie t-shirt and a pair of his plaid boxers. “Why, Mr. Munson,” you cross your arms to your chest in faux annoyance, “how would you know what all of my panties look like? Has someone been snooping?”

Eddie snorts, “no. You’ve been living here for months, I’ve seen you do your laundry more than once.” You cock an eyebrow, playing unamused. You really don’t care if he’d gotten curious and peeped in your underwear drawer. “Okay, fine. I might have taken a peak in your underwear drawer. Should I be sorry about that?”

Shaking your head you laugh, “I don’t care, Eds. You did the same thing when we were younger too. I’m not really surprised. Besides,” you playfully snatch the clothes from him, winking, “you’ll see them all on me sooner or later.”

“Can you please wear the red ones next time? Please,” Eddie asks, unashamed of himself, massive grin on his face over pleading, puppy dog eyes.

Your lips curl around the edges, “I’ll wear the whole set.” Patting his cheek lightly, you walk away and drop the towel.

“There’s a whole set?” Eddie exclaims and another laugh bubbles in your chest.

“So you didn’t go through everything?” You tease, tugging on the boxers and shirt, plopping down on the mattress.

Yanking his own Slayer shirt over his head, “no,” Eddie rebukes. “That’d be weird,” he says, grabbing the wooden box off his dresser while you shake your head fondly at him. “Care to join me?” He shakes the box, sitting down beside you.

“That sounds perfect,” you say, excitedly sitting up and bunching a pillow in your lap. When your shoulders brush, a strange sense of calm and giddiness tangles in your stomach. Being with Eddie feels natural, no longer strained like it was when you were trying to hide your feelings for him. But now? With the cat out of the bag and absolutely purring, your heart does several funny things in your chest, bringing a slight tinge to your cheeks.

It’s nice.

“Yes!” Eddie’s legs bounce in their criss-cross position when he opens the tin and finds two joints, rolled and ready to go. “I thought I had rolled extra the last time we smoked,” he purses his lips, tilting his head down to look at you, “but we were also pretty high.” Eddie breaks off in a laugh that you can’t help but giggle along to. “I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined it or not,” he takes out one of the joints and a lighter, closing the tin and tossing it on the mattress. “Glad I didn’t.”

“Me too, Mr. Munson,” you tease, swiping the rolled paper on its way to his mouth, placing it in yours instead.

Mock offense flashes on Eddie’s face before all he can do is smile wide and lovingly at you. “Slippery, little minx, aren’t you, princess?” He shakes his head with a laugh, flicking the lighter on and extending the flame for you. “I’m sure you need it after today,” Eddie muses while you focus on lighting the joint and taking a long drag once properly lit. “How are you feeling, by the way?”

“I’m fine, Eddie,” you say, holding the smoke in your lungs. Exhaling, you smile, “I promise. I’m a little sore, but,” you wave the joint, “you’re helping with that. The bath was really nice too,” playfully nudging his knee, you take another hit. “The fuzziness is gone now too. I’d tell you if I wasn’t or if there was anything else I needed,” you assure him and the tension finally pulls out of his forehead.

Satisfied with your answer, Eddie holds his hand out for the joint which you gladly hand over, leaning into him. Placing the rolled paper between his lips, Eddie takes a drag, maneuvering his arm around you, his other hand pulling your legs into his lap. “Much better, baby,” he exhales the smoke, brushing his nose with yours. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this with you.”

Taking the joint back from him, you giggle already feeling the effects of your first big hit. Before taking another, you state, “we’ve smoked together plenty of times.”

“That’s not what I mean,” he replies, laughing softly at the coughing fit your much too big drag conjured. He leans down to kiss your head, rubbing your calf. “I meant not having to pretend like I don’t want to be touching you every second that I’m around you. That I actually get to hold you now. It’s ni-” the timer in the bathroom dings, cutting him off. “That’ll be the food,” he pats your leg and you groan. “Unless you want to eat burnt lasagna, I suggest you let me up, sweetheart.”

Grumbling, you lift your legs off his lap, pulling another hit into your lungs and handing the almost burnt paper back to Eddie. Pinching it carefully in his fingers, he kisses your forehead, throwing himself off the bed to go get your dinner. Good thing too. Because as much as you didn’t want the warmth of Eddie to go away, your stomach rumbles violently in demand of meat and cheesy goodness.

—

“Would you play for me?” You lift your head a bit from his thigh, his fingers still gently stroking your hair. Belly full of lasagna and weed, a song from Eddie is the perfect thing to send you back off to dreamland.

The peaceful grin of his face widens to a full on smile, opening his eyes and ducking his chin to look at you. “Sure thing, princess,” Eddie offers you one last scratch before coaxing you out of his lap. While he grabs his acoustic guitar, you curl up with a pillow, waiting patiently. “Any requests?” Eddie asks, sitting down beside you, guitar in his lap.

“Whatever you want, Eddie,” you smile, humming softly to yourself as you nuzzle into the bed. “Something soft though,” you decide, wanting to be able to fall asleep to it.

Eddie chews his lip for a minute, before strumming all the strings, “I know just the thing. One of your favorites if I’m not mistaken,” he sets to tuning the guitar to where he wants it before playing. It takes you a couple of seconds to realize what he’s playing for you.

A cheesy, high induced, Eddie centered smile plasters itself to your face as his fingers pluck away Nothing Else Matters by Metallica. By far the softest song they’ve ever written. But it was meant for Hetfield’s girlfriend. To prove to her that while he was away on tour, he loved and missed her. It makes your eyes water with happy tears that this is the song Eddie chose to play for you.

You’re about to tell him exactly how sweet he is, but Eddie starts to hum and very softly sing the lyrics to you and your heart stutters in your chest before swelling about four sizes too big. So rather than interrupt him, you curl closer, careful not to bump his arm strumming the guitar and let your eyes drift closed. The warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest shrouding you like a blanket. It’s perfect. Eddie’s perfect. And you couldn’t ask for anything better.

—

“Come on, Eddie, you can do this!” You encourage him from where you’re sitting on the bed. Eddie’s on the floor in front of you drowning in text books and papers. “You managed to pull yourself up to a C in her class! I know you can do this, baby, you’re just getting in your head.” Looking over his shoulder, you see he’s still stuck on the same problem from ten minutes ago. “Remember, what you do to one side-”

“You have to do to the other,” Eddie finishes your sentence with a sigh. “I know, you’ve ingrained that into my brain, princess. The execution, however, could use a little work. I keep getting the wrong answer,” he grumbles, hastily erasing the work he’d done to start over.

Sitting up, you bracket him with your legs, rubbing his shoulders, “one wrong answer isn’t going to fail you, Eds.” Because checking his paper again, every prior answer is correct. “O’Donnell was kind enough to give out the exam beforehand so everyone could properly study. And Eds, you’re doing great!” Muttering something under his breath, he turns his head, nipping at your thigh. You squeal, wiggling your legs around him, his hair tickling the abused flesh. “I’m serious! This one equation can kick rocks because you’ve gotten all the others right so far. How about you skip it and go back to it later?”

“Can’t we do something else?” Eddie whines, his hands coming up to your calves. “I’m going crazy over here, sweetheart.”

“How about this,” you plop down on the floor beside him, “you finish this and then we can do whatever you want. Okay? Wrong answers or not and we’ll try again later. But I want to see you working Eddie, not filling in random answers to get out of this.”

“But-”

“Eddie, I want to graduate with you,” you tell him softly. You’re not wanting him to feel like he’s being guilted into this. But it’s the truth, you want to watch him walk that stage in the same stupid cap and gown you’ll be wearing. “You’ve worked so hard to get your grades up and you’re doing an amazing job. Principal Higgins deserves you flipping him off,” you jab him with your elbow, trying to get him to smile.

He does you one better, snickering with a wide grin on his face. “You make a damn good point, princess.” Eddie picks his pencil back up, pausing over the paper, “anything I want?”

Unsure of what you’re agreeing to, you smile and nod, “anything you want.”

—

You had honestly thought that when Eddie gave you that devious grin that it was dripping with sexual connotations. It wasn’t. Apparently anything Eddie wants means going to the arcade in town for a cute little date together. After spring break and with summer coming up, Eddie’s been dealing a lot more lately. Meaning he’s had a lot more cash to spare. So more dates have been occurring lately and you’re hardly complaining.

While your parents haven’t asked for the money back, you also haven’t touched it either. You got a job at the video store with Robin and Steve. It’s not much, but it’s enough to get you guys by and not have to change anything about your lifestyle. You’re keeping the money from your parents as a safety net. Or if you and Eddie wanted to get a place of your own. Or- not that you’ve mentioned it- if he wants to pursue a career in music, it’s more than enough of a cushion to get you whatever you might need for it. With half of his band still having a year of school left, if you need to stay in Hawkins, you can.

“I figured whatever you wanted would involve a lot less clothes,” you tease as he opens the door to the arcade for you.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Eddie places a hand at the small of your back, leaning into your ear, “that’ll be when we get back home.” His laugh is sensual and it sends a shiver down your spine at the promise of his hands on you again. “What do you want to play first?”

“Donkey Kong is open!” You exclaim, running over to the game to make sure that it stays that way.

Eddie just laughs at your antics, “I’ll go get us some tokens,” he kisses your shoulder as he passes by to the counter. When he comes back, his jacket pocket is jingling loudly, “ladies first,” he smiles, producing a golden coin for you.

You both take turns, trying to help one another out when you don’t notice a barrel coming your way or an enemy. Elatedly cheering each other on when you survive to the next level. Even when you move onto Galaga, it’s the same. You’d never really considered how much fun it would be to just play games together. It’s always been fun to watch movies, so this really isn’t all that different.

“Ooo, ouch,” Eddie winces when a block of spaceships crashes into you, blowing up your little fighter ship. “How about,” he wraps his arm around your shoulder, turning you towards the row of skee-ball machines, “we play something for tickets? You can let me show off,” he winks at you, poking your nose so you giggle. “That way I can win you whatever prize you want, like a proper date.”

“Eddie, I’m no good at that game,” you pout, Mrs. Pac-Man calling your name. “I won’t be able to play with you.”

“Lucky for you,” he guides you over to an empty game, “I’m very good at skee-ball.” Eddie hugs you from behind, placing a kiss on your neck before pulling a token from his pocket and sliding in into the slot. “I promise you, princess, any prize you want.” You want to protest that he doesn’t have to win anything for you for tonight to be proper. That is until he picks up the first ball and it glides right into the top corner pocket and your jaw drops. “Told ya,” Eddie winks at you, another ball effortlessly following the first.

Eddie has the game cheer ‘new high score’ after his first round. Only to play it a second time and have it cheer for him again. The smile on your face aches, thoroughly proud of him and overjoyed at how happy he seems. The amount of tickets he wins is startling if not intimidating and you struggle to keep them in order.

“Let’s go see those prizes,” he shakes the massive amount of tickets, earning a giggle from you. Looping your arm in his, you let him guide you back towards the counter. “What’ll it be, M'Lady?”

Nothing in the cases really catches your attention, so you look at the wall of stuffed animals and your eyes light up. “That,” you say, pointing towards a giant purple and green dragon breathing fire. Then you see how many tokens it’s worth, it’s the third highest amount, “think you have enough?”

He snorts, “oh yeah. ‘Scuse me?” Eddie gets the attention of the teenager behind the counter, “she’ll take the dragon, please.”

The girl takes the tickets and starts feeding them into a machine to count them. After grabbing the dragon down and handing it to you, she says, “you still have four hundred tickets left over. Anything else you guys want?”

“Can I pick this time?” Eddie asks, not even looking at you, gaze fixated on something in the cases you can’t see.

“Of course,” you smile, cuddling with your giant stuffed animal. “You won the tickets, after all.”

“Those, please,” Eddie points towards the glass and between your dragon and his shoulder blocking the angle, you’re not sure what he’s chosen. “Thank you,” he smiles, taking a small black box from the girl. Leaning on the counter, Eddie faces you, biting his lip, “open it,” he instructs, holding it out for you.

Stuffing as much of the creature in your arms as you can, you grab the box, opening it to find two rings inside of it. One a massive dragon head that looks similar to the one you’re holding, and a smaller one with a purple orb being held by a scaly, clawed hand. “Eddie,” you whisper, overwhelmingly happy about the sheer corniness of the situation. But so fucking in love with him for doing it for you that you don’t even care.

It’s cheesy as all hell, but that’s what makes it so sweet.

“Well,” he smiles, curling his shoulder with a shy grin, “for one, they match your dragon. Two,” Eddie wraps an arm around the small of your back, bringing you as close as your stuffed animal will allow, “think of it as a placeholder until I can get you a real one.”

You let out an exaggerated gasp, “why Eddie Munson, are you proposing to me?” You break off in a fit of giggles. Knowing that he’s mentioned on occasion more than once that he plans to marry you one day. It’s just fun to tease him every now and then. “I love it, Eds,” you smile warmly, pulling the dragon head ring out of the box. “May I?” You fight your smile, but it splits your lips when he sheepishly offers you his right hand, the one with free space for a band that size.

When you slip the ring on his middle finger, Eddie’s brown eyes sparkle. “Now yours,” he takes the other ring out, sliding it on the proper finger and hand, pinching the adjustor so it stays in place. “Perfect,” Eddie strokes the back of your hand, lifting it to kiss your knuckles. “What does the lady say to grabbing some milkshakes and heading home?”

Tucking the dragon under your arm, you loop your free arm around Eddie’s, leaning into him. “Sounds great,” you lean in with a smile.

Eddie is happy to acquiesce your request for a kiss before dessert.

—

“He should be here any minute,” you rub your temples with your eyes pinched closed. Telling Dustin for what feels like the thousandth time that Eddie is on his way. You're curled up in his throne before the start of their last Hellfire campaign. Last session they came all the way to the precipice of the final monster, but it was very late and the younger ones have curfews. It’s also the last day of finals for seniors.

Eddie finds out whether or not he graduates today. Mrs. O’Donnell’s class holds his future in the palm of her hand. You’re trying not to be worried about the fact that Eddie isn’t here yet. Anxiety tickling your brain that he’d received bad news and doesn’t want to face you guys. He’s not necessarily late. But in Eddie fashion, he’s always the first one here. So with everyone but him surrounding the table, you’re not the only one wondering where he might be.

What his head space is right now.

Okay, you’re worried. But you’re not going to let the group know that.

“Okay, but if Eddie didn’t graduate-”

“Jeff!” You scold his name, cutting the teen off. “You and I didn’t have as much on the line as Eddie did, okay? We graduated,” you drop your hands, opening your eyes to look at him, “maybe he’s just excited and taking a minute to collect himself. He still has time to get here.”

Mike thinks it’s a good idea to press the issue further, “but he’s never late. Ever.”

“And he still isn’t,” you huff out a breath.

“We just care about him,” Dustin offers, finally seeming like he’s settling in his seat.

“I know. And he cares about you guys too, whether he admits it or not,” you smile at them, Gareth nodding in agreement with you. “He’ll be here.”

As if you’d summoned him yourself, the door bursts open and Eddie walks in. “Sorry guys,” his face painfully expressionless. No sign of joy from graduating or anger from having not. Like a goddamn enigma. “Had some things to take care of,” Eddie crosses the room, scooping you up in his arms, taking your seat and placing you in his lap. “Missed you, pretty,” he whispers in your ear, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Ready to start?”

Dustin makes a strangled noise, Mike gesturing wildly.

“Dude,” Gareth raises his hands, “are you gonna tell us or not?”

“Can’t a man just sit here with his girl in his lap and play a game with his friends? I don’t want to talk about school right now,” Eddie says and your eyebrows furrow.

That doesn’t seem like a very good sign.

“We’re just excited for you, Eds,” you try to gently coax him into answering.

"It's our last campaign before I have to write a new one. Come on,” Eddie draws out the word with a whine.

"No, seriously, Eddie. Tell us,” Dustin pushes harder than you.

Fishing into his jacket pocket, Eddie pulls out the same blue paper you and Jeff received a few hours ago. Your final report cards. Slamming the paper on the table without jolting you too badly, Eddie yells, “I graduated!” Causing cheers to erupt in the room while he cackles loudly.

“I’m so proud of you, Eddie,” you tug the collar of his jacket in your excitement, yanking him in for a kiss. “Told you you could do it,” you whisper against his mouth right before the rest of the group crashes into the chair. All reaching out to congratulate their dungeon master on finally graduating.

Needless to say, it was a late start to the campaign. But none of you were complaining with the bonding and amount of happiness permeating the room. To top it all off, the boys won their campaign.

—

Getting Eddie ready to graduate was one thing. Getting Eddie ready for graduation is a whole different beast, not even the blow job on the way here was enough to get him to relax. You’re not even remotely surprised that he isn’t dressing up for it. Honestly, you’d be a little concerned if he had. He did, in his version of dressing nicely, found his least ripped pair of jeans and the least faded band tee he owns to wear under his cap and gown. Eddie was very displeased that his leather jacket wouldn’t fit under the dark green garment.

“I look ridiculous,” he hisses, clutching the cap in his hand as you two make your way towards the gym. Thankfully, your graduating class is small enough that you don’t have to sit outside in the heat for the ceremony. All the kids fit on one side, friends and family on the other, and the stage set up on the basketball court.

“I think you look very handsome,” you tease lightly, yanking a lock of his curls to get him to smile. Eddie mostly does, though he rolls his eyes at you while doing it. “You don’t believe me? Green is definitely your color. Very sexy.”

“Far from it, princess,” he takes a shaky breath and you finally realize that he’s nervous. “You on the other hand,” Eddie’s arm snakes around your waist, leaning into your ear and dropping his tone, “I could just eat you up right here.”

Blushing, you decide to exude more confidence to hopefully quell his nerves. “Maybe later,” you wink at him, turning to kiss neck, loving the way he groans under his breath. Reaching the bleachers with other teens all in their caps and gowns, it’s time to leave Eddie, “got me with you, Munson,” you ask, lifting the clawed orb in your finger.

Tension melts from his shoulders and Eddie shows you his own hand, the beautiful dragon head glinting at you, “and I’ve got you, princess.” Eddie gives you one last kiss before you both head to your respective sections outlined with the letters for your last names.

Sitting in alphabetical order, you’re not nearly as close to Eddie as you’d like to be. The way your section works, you just so happen to be sitting in the front row, toes tapping against the gym floor. When your name is called and you walk the stage, your eyes fan over the crowd and you’re honestly not surprised to find that your parents aren’t sitting in the bleachers with everyone else’s. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting a bit. Until your gaze falls on Wayne and the Hellfire club. Eddie’s uncle smiles at you from across the room, giving you a small wave. It warms your heart knowing that they’re here for you just as much as they are for Eddie.

That the people who matter are here for you.

It’s enough to put a smile on your face, Eddie yelling loudly from the bleachers only amplifies it. A shouted, “that’s my girl” falling from his lips, making you blush, but you blow him a kiss nonetheless. One he catches, placing on his heart before he sits back down.

Eddie’s name being called only makes you smile all over again, to the point of hurting your cheeks. You watch your boyfriend make his way up on the stage, green cap obscuring the top of his head. As soon as he gets to Principal Higgins, he does as promised. Snatches his diploma right out of the man’s hand and flips him off. Both you and the boys on the other side of the room jump to your feet, proudly yelling for him. Wayne claps, hollering for his nephew despite the mini scene he’d caused.

Eddie graduating is more important to Wayne than your boyfriend sticking it to the principal. You haven’t found your seat yet, still standing and clapping when Eddie bounds off the stage, diploma in hand, he races over to you.

“You did it,” you barely manage to get out before he wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the ground, spinning you around as he kisses you fiercely. “I’m so proud of you,” you tell him when Eddie breaks the kiss, keeping your toes dangling in the air.

“I had a good tutor,” he whispers, giving you a softer kiss before sitting in your spot and pulling you in his lap. No one says a word about it and thankfully the girls on either side of you don’t seem bothered by it either. At least, they don’t show it on their faces if they are. “Thank you, princess,” Eddie hugs his hands around your middle while you wait for the ceremony to be over.

Leaning into his hold, you slide your hand under the sleeve of his gown, stroking his arm, “you’re welcome, Eds.”

—

By the time you, Eddie, and Wayne get home from a celebration dinner with your friends, it’s time for his shift to start. Caps and gowns long since tossed into the back of his van. Your simple black sundress with red flowers on it hugging you without feeling like you’re suffocating anymore.

Wayne pulls Eddie into a firm hug, “I’m proud of you, son,” his voice sounding thick with emotion. He might be a little rough around the edges like his nephew, but Wayne has raised Eddie. The only thing that makes Eddie not his actual son is semantics. Wayne is the closest thing to a proper father that your boyfriend has ever had. And you know for a fact that his uncle loves Eddie as though he were his own.

Happy tears sting your eyes from watching them.

“Thanks Wayne,” Eddie pats his uncle’s back, “for everything.”

After they release one another, Wayne grabs his lunch box and heads for the door, stopping next to you, “I’m proud of you, too, darlin’. It couldn’t have been easy getting his stubborn ass to graduate.”

“It absolutely was not,” you laugh.

“Hey!” Eddie shrieks in offense.

That only makes you and Wayne laugh harder, the man walking out the door with the biggest smile on his face that you’ve seen in a while.

“Stubborn ass, huh?” Eddie asks when the front door clicks closed.

“Well,” you draw out the word, rocking on your feet, teasingly scrunching your face at him, “you did whine a lot whenever we studied.”

Eddie gasps, hand clutching his chest over his Black Sabbath tee, “how dare you? I did not whine.”

Keeping your teasing stance, “you kinda did.”

Something in Eddie’s face changes, a flicker of something almost playful flashes over his features. “Okay,” he quips, dropping his hand, stalking over to you. On instinct, you back up, feeling like you’re prey all of a sudden. Holding his hands behind his back, Eddie leans down a bit as he advances. “Pretty sure that out of the two of us,” your back hits the front door, he leans his hands beside your head, nose an inch from yours, “you’re the one who whines, princess.”

Breathing properly is simply not something you’re capable of with him this close. The spicy scent of his cologne intoxicates your mind and washes every thought down the drain. Leaving you utterly useless to anything that doesn’t revolve around the man in front of you. Eddie’s hand comes up to your throat, thumb hooking under your jaw to move you at his will. A gasp escapes your throat when he makes you look at him with the smallest tilt of his thumb.

“Isn’t that right, pretty?”

You shake your head no. If you had tried to speak, there’s no way you wouldn’t prove him right. That with as little effort as this, he already has you wanting to whimper and whine for him. It’s ridiculous and you want to feel embarrassed, but there’s a fire in those brown eyes that makes you feel nothing but empowered. You clench your thighs together to try and stow the ache beginning to form between your legs. Hoping that one, it will help, and two, that Eddie won’t notice exactly what he’s doing to you.

Or that you lied about the noise that is trapped in the back of your throat.

It shouldn’t be a surprise that it doesn’t work. In any sense. Not only does the friction from your thighs make your pussy want even more attention, Eddie noticed immediately. Eyes flicking down the moment you twitched, a devilish grin pulling at his lips. “No?” He asks, not even remotely believing you.

“N-nope,” you manage to whisper without making any other noise.

“That so?” He hums, pressing closer, his foot kicks your legs apart, your breath stuttering in your chest. Eddie’s thigh is quick to close the gap, your thin, lace panties the only protection from the harsh material of his denim jeans digging into your pussy. Your eyes flutter closed and a whine escapes your parted lips. “Told you so, sweet thing,” Eddie whispers at the shell of your ear, nipping at your lobe when you do it again, hips bucking against his leg. “Such a pretty noise,” he praises, “come here, princess.”

Eddie’s hands hook around the back of your thighs, lifting you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. The second your hands curl into his hair, Eddie’s lips are on yours, smothering every soft moan with his mouth. How the two of you don’t fall on the way is beyond you, but somehow he manages to get you both in his room and your back hits his mattress. Eddie not once breaking the kiss and his hips slot with yours easily.

He grinds against you, cunt painfully clenching on nothing, “Eds, please,” you pant into his lips, tongues tangling together. “I can’t-” your hips buck on their own. Eddie slips his hand between you to rub at your pussy, but it’s not enough. You just need him inside you, slamming his hips against yours until you can’t see straight.

“Whatever you need, princess,” he groans against your mouth. Apparently you’d been talking out loud without realizing it. So long as it gets you what you want, fine by you. Not being able to handle foreplay, Eddie hastily unbuckles his belt, yanking his jeans and boxers off while you hike up your dress. You do your best to get your panties off, you really do, but given Eddie’s chuckle, you're clearly struggling to do so with him still so close. “Poor baby,” he coos, tearing the lace as if it were paper, tossing the scraps to the ground.

You moan at the sight, more turned on than you know what to do with, watching Eddie with hooded eyes as he grabs his cock, rubbing it through your dripping folds. You whimper, reaching for his arm, trying to guide him inside you faster, thinking he was trying to tease you.

Far from it.

“Just slicking it up, baby,” Eddie rubs your thigh, thrusting himself inside you in one push of his hips, earning you both a throaty moan. “Can’t hurt my pretty pussy, now can I?” His smirk is as teasing as his tone. Eddie knows how and when to be gentle with you, but more often than not, when you're having sex, it's rough and fast. Whatever it takes to get the two of you off as quickly as possible.

You don't remark on the jab, his cock filling you up deep inside like you'd craved is all you care about. The mouth sucking a litany of marks on your neck and chest as he sets a pace to make you dizzy. Tingles numbing your toes, fingers digging marks into his sides where you cling to Eddie beneath his shirt. Riding through his harsh thrusts with punched out moans until you're hoarse.

"Always so tight for me, princess," Eddie moans, your walls clenching around his dick as your orgasm inches closer with the barrage on the bundle of nerves. "You gonna come, sweet thing?" He grunts, ramming his hips into yours that has you convinced there's going to be bruises left behind.

Moaning wantonly, you nod wildly, head digging into the pillow beneath you.

Just as you're about to, Eddie hastily pulls out. Your whine of indignation cuts off when his mouth latches onto your fluttering cunt. His nose bumping against your clit, his tongue flicking inside you until you scream, come splashing against his tongue and chin. Eddie groans happily, lapping up all of your release up like he's starved for it.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," Eddie groans, kissing your sensitive pussy before rushing to claim your mouth in a dirty, bruising kiss. Despite the risk of overstimulation, you tilt your hips, trying to get it cock back inside of you, only to have it glide against you. Groaning in annoyance, your hands slam to the bed. Eddie chuckles at you, "it's okay, pretty, let me help." Laying on his back, Eddie grabs you by your hips, lifting you up to straddle him, sinking you down onto his dick.

"Shit," you breathe out, the new angle pressing him right against the bundle of nerves beautifully. "Fuck, fuck," your pussy clenches on its own, intensifying the feeling. Placing your hands on his chest, you swivel your hips, moaning prettily for him.

"That's it, baby, fuck, just like that," Eddie grunts a moan of his own, gripping your hips to help you keep your rhythm. "Not gonna last, pretty," his fingers pinch into your skin, grinding you against him faster, your own hips moving erratically as you chase your release. "Come on, come on my cock so I can fill my pussy up," Eddie's hand cracks against your ass and you cry out, feeling tingly and so goddamn good you smile full of lust.

"Please, Eddie," you moan, cunt clenching impossibly harder, warmth spreading throughout your body. "Wanna feel it," you whine, hazy eyes falling on his face. His hair sticking to the sides of his face from sweat. The hands on your hips move you faster, the only sounds are both of your moans and the filthy squelch of your pussy.

Eddie's breath turns labored, his brows pinching together as you flutter around him, head falling back as you come. Trembling through your orgasm, your chest heaves in attempts to get proper air into your lungs. With one last buck of his hips and a husky moan, Eddie spills deep inside of you, filling you to bursting. His come warming you from the inside out with a giddy type of pleasure. Boneless and utterly spent, you slide off of him onto your back, a blissful smile on your face.

Trying to come back down from your high, you barely register Eddie moving, settling himself between your thighs. Not until his fingers gather the bit of come trying to spill out and he pushes them inside. Whimpering, you halfheartedly try to push his hand away, overstimulated and ready to pass out. "Gotta keep it where it belongs, pretty." Eddie's fingers curl inside you, evoking a moan. The sheer thought of him fucking his come back inside of you stokes the fires once more.

"Eddie," you pant, fisting into the sheets, eagerly awaiting your last orgasm.

"Yeah?" He grins up at you, lazily stroking his fingertips against the spongy part of you. "Just one more," Eddie murmurs, his tongue licking your swollen clit. The warmth in your core turns to burning, a stabbing need for release. One Eddie is more than willing to give to you as he pumps his fingers, moaning around your bud. It's the vibration of his moan that does it.

A broken cry scratches through your vocal cords as you shatter. Falling apart from your orgasm in the best way possible. You nearly white out, spots dancing in your vision. But everything is fuzzy and so fucking good that you just lay there in bliss under Eddie's worship.

Eddie carefully pulls his fingers out, kissing the inside of your thigh sweetly. He leaves you long enough to dash into the bathroom. You half hear the water running and him coming back. But your eyes are too heavy to open them. A warm, wet towel gently wipes you clean, a contented hum vibrating your throat at his care. He gingerly gets you out of your dress only to replace it with the Black Sabbath shirt he’d just been wearing.

"You did so good, princess," Eddie drops the towel, laying down beside you to pull you into his chest. "So perfect," he praises, kissing your forehead. "Do you need anything? Hungry? Some water?"

"In a bit," you sigh peacefully. "Just need you."

Eddie holds you tighter and you can feel his smile on your skin, "you've got me, baby. Always."

----

Part 2 taglist: if you asked to be tagged, you were, if you asked for a part two, I tagged you as well.

@quixscentsposts @ick90 @underrailed @ellathefriendlyalpacaaa @psychobitchsthings @th0rswh0res @wh0reforeddie19 @yogabbagabba17 @theloser007 @urlocalhippie2029 @eddiemnsonsstuff @slutforeddiemunsonnn @victoriacourone @eddiemunsonstoes @baby19sthings @tony-starks-ego @imnotsiriusyouare @drewsgfduh @heyitmelexie

Eddie taglist:

@only4wakingup @decadentpaperduck @wolfhrdds @live-the-fangirl-life @imnotsiriusyouare

a/n x2: There might be a teensy part 3 to this where Eddie takes you to a show for Corroded Coffin after they make it big and proposes? Idk, it's a big maybe because I'm not sure if that's too cheesy or not. Let me know what you think of part 2 and the idea of 3, my loves and thank you again for all of the love and support! Let me know if you want to be added to the Eddie tag list 💚

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #Match Writes

674 notes · View notes