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Steddie Week 2023

May 28th Prompt: Free Space

Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6

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(Warning for queer slurs, but spoken in love, if that makes sense?)

“I hate you,” Robin hisses, eyes glassy. She covers her mouth, shakes her head. “Steve. Holy shit.”

He’s looking at her with an unreadable expression. His eyes are also glassy. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. He’s gonna love it. Fuck. Fuck you, dingus, I didn’t want to cry today.”

He laughs, then, and gathers her into his arms. “Thanks for letting me practice on you, Robbie.”

“I’m never doing that again. Holy shit.”

Steve smirks. “It’s alright. I promise to cry whenever you practice on me for Vickie.”

She pinches his side. He elbows hers. “Let me know when you decide to do it, yeah? I’ll steal Jon’s camera.”

Steve snorts. “Just borrow it like a normal person, Robs.”

“Literally when have I ever been normal.”

“…Fair point.” He shifts. “You think he’s gonna like it? For real?”

“If he doesn’t like it I’m taking your nail bat and practicing with his head.”

“Robin, oh my god.” He laughs, probably more than the joke warrants—especially considering he’s not entirely sure she’s joking—but he’s so relieved. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you too, dingus. Just tell me when.”

“Um. Tomorrow night, actually. I’m taking him back to Hawkins, to the quarry.”

She makes a face. “Why there?”

“It was our first date. We had a picnic.”

“Oh my god,” Robin says, then her eyes widen. “Wait. Steve. Steve. You have a ring.”

Steve laughs, digs his hand into his pocket. “I was wondering when you’d ask.”

“Oh, fuck you,” she says, grabbing at his hand and peeling his fingers open, grabbing the ring as soon as she can, turning it and inspecting it. She frowns a little, looking intently at the inside. “What-”

Steve smiles. “I love you in Elvish.”

“You’re both suck dorks.” She looks up at him, smiles. “He’s gonna absolutely love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You know he’s head over heels for you.”

Steve blushes. “I still don’t know how.”

“Because you deserve it, dingus, you’re a good guy. A really good guy. And, according to everyone who likes guys, you’re extremely attractive.”

Steve laughs. “Thanks, Robin.”

“You’re welcome.”

A key in the lock startles them, and Robin slips the ring back into Steve’s pocket a second before the door opens. “Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie says, smiling at Steve, before turning to smirk at Robin. “Hey, freeloader.”

She squawks and launches herself at him, clinging on like a koala. “I’ll show you freeloader.”

“Oh my god get off of me you weigh a ton, Stevie, baby, help me!”

Steve just laughs. “You brought this upon yourself, babe.”

“Ah!” Eddie winces. “Jesus, Robs, elbows! In my spleen! How the fuck did you even do that, you fucking contortionist?”

“Dick.”

“Dyke.”

“Faggot.”

“Jesus fuck,” Steve mutters, eyeing the two of them. “It’s impossible for there to be peace when you two are together, isn’t it?”

They both look at him and answer simultaneously. “Yes.”

They both laugh as Robin drops off of Eddie, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she ruffles his hair. He grins and kisses her forehead before moving to embrace Steve, wrapping him in a hug and kissing his temple. He sighs, long and content. “It’s good to be home.”

Steve chuckles. “Was today that bad?”

“No, just long. Dinner?”

“In the oven.”

Just then the timer dings, and Robin races past them, yelling over her shoulder, “I’ll get it!”

They both chuckle, then Steve kisses Eddie’s cheek. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself.”

“We’re going to Hawkins tomorrow.”

Eddie’s brows scrunch up. “What?”

“Hawkins. Tomorrow. I’m the one with hearing loss, babe.”

“Actually, with your hearing aids, I’m pretty sure you can hear better than I can.”

“Fuck off.”

“Mmm, no. Something about how you love me.”

Steve softens. “Something like that,” he agrees, pressing a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips, swaying them in place, like they’re dancing. “I already called off for you. And for me. It’s overnight, but just for a night. We’re gonna drive back the next day.”

Eddie smiles. “Am I ever gonna understand what goes on in your head?”

Steve laughs. “You already do. Sometimes you know me better than I know myself.”

Eddie nudged Steve’s nose with his own. “Something about how I love you.”

“Something like that,” Steve agrees, then lets Eddie seal their lips together.

That is, until a knitted potholder flies into their faces. “Dinner time,” Robin says brightly when they break apart, like she isn’t the reason for the airborne potholder.

“And you’re sure you can’t tell me why we’re going to Hawkins?” Eddie wheedles for what feels like the millionth time.

“Nope,” Steve says happily, popping the p. “You’ll just have to wait. Enjoy the suspense. I am.”

“You’re only enjoying it because you know where we’re going,” Eddie argues.

“Exactly,” Steve says, then takes Eddie’s hand. “You’re gonna love it, Eds. Please stop worrying.”

“I’m not worrying,” Eddie says, then slumps when Steve just turns an eyebrow on him. “Okay, maybe I’m worrying a little. But only a very little!”

Steve chuckles. “Sure, babe.” A few minutes later, he reaches up to turn the radio down. “How’d you feel about no music for a while?”

“Okay,” Eddie says immediately, looking at Steve. “Are you okay? Headache?”

Steve smiles, brings Eddie’s hand up to his mouth to kiss it. “No headache, I’m okay. I was actually wondering if you’d read to me for a bit.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows. “You brought a book?”

Steve hums. “In the backseat, blue bag.”

Eddie reaches back and rifles around for a minute, then looks at Steve with a delighted expression. “I’m kissing you as soon as you stop driving.”

Steve chuckles. “Duly noted. Start wherever you want.”

Eddie blinks. “I’m in the middle of this one.”

“I know.”

“You won’t have any idea what’s going on.”

“I like listening to you.”

“You’re a sap,” Eddie says, even more delighted. “Holy fuck, I love you. Okay, um, I’m on chapter ten. The choices of Master Samwise. Frodo was lying face upward on the ground and the monster was bending over him, so intent upon her victim that she took no heed of Sam and his cries, until he was close at hand. As he rushed up he saw that Frodo was already bound in cords, wound about him from ankle to shoulder, and the monster with her great forelegs was beginning half to lift, half to drag his body away.”

He continues reading, getting more and more into it, affecting accents for the different voices, slowing down for some parts and speeding up for others, and Steve thinks his heart might burst for how much he loves this man.

They arrive in Hawkins before too long, and the first thing they do—just like every time they have to go into Hawkins for whatever reason—is visit Wayne.

Eddie blinks when he opens the door. “What the fuck?”

Steve and Wayne share a look borne of knowing Eddie. “You alright, Wayne?”

Wayne waves him off, makes a face at his cane. “Fine. Slight accident at work, fell wrong, banged my hip. I still get around fine and I didn’t want you two worryin’ none.”

“That’s our job, old man,” Eddie says, pulling Wayne into a hug. “It’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you boys, too.” He hugs Steve next. “C’mon in, make yourselves at home, y’know the drill. Steve, you wanna grab us some beers?”

“Love to,” Steve replies with a chuckle, following Wayne inside.

They talk and catch up for a few minutes before Eddie excuses himself to use the restroom. “Your stuff’s in the pantry,” Wayne murmurs to Steve. “Want to run it out to the car before he gets back?”

“Oh,” Steve says, like he just realized. “I asked after you’d fallen, didn’t I?”

Wayne hums noncommittally. “Not like I minded. Was just about goin’ stir crazy with the time off work.”

Steve chuckles, leans in to hug Wayne, and goes to put the bag in the car.

A few minutes later they’re hugging goodbye. “Robin’s here to take pictures,” Steve murmurs in Wayne’s ear. “I’ll get her to drive you up to Indy for the dinner tomorrow.”

“‘Preciate it,” Wayne says, clapping Steve on the back before turning to Eddie. “Get in here, boy.”

Eddie laughs and hugs his uncle. “Love ya, Wayne.”

“You too, kid. Take good care of ‘im, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “We’ll see you later.”

“Mhm. You kids have fun.”

Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve as soon as they’re back in the car. “That wasn’t what we came down here for.”

“Nope,” Steve agrees. “You’ll see soon enough, Eds.”

Eddie sighs and collapses back into his seat. Steve just grins, wholly in love.

Soon, though, he sits up again, interest piqued. “Are we going to the quarry?”

“Got it in one.”

“Steve,” Eddie says slowly, suspiciously. “What are we doing here?”

Steve doesn’t answer for a few minutes, just plays with Eddie’s fingers with one hand, the other on the wheel, his eyes never leaving the road. “Remember the first time we went to the quarry?”

“Must’ve been eight years ago, now, huh?”

“Just about,” Steve agrees. “We were just kids, terrified and halfway in love and no clue about how our lives would turn out. But we made it. Against all odds, we made it.” He glances at Eddie, smiles. “Thought it would be kinda poetic, coming back here.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees softly, rapt attention on Steve.

“So,” Steve continues, shrugging. “There’s some stuff in the back. Thought it might be nice to have a picnic again. Just to take some time off and remember how it was back then, think about where we were versus where we are.”

“Ugh,” Eddie says, glassy-eyed. “What have you done to me, I used to be cool.”

Steve laughs. “You’ve always been a nerd, babe. Pretty sure I’m the only one who thinks you’re cool.”

“Well, joke’s gonna be on you when we have a kid and they think I’m the coolest dad ever.”

Steve blinks, smiling even as Eddie freezes beside him. “I bet they will, Eds.”

That small sentence is enough to release the tension coiling inside Eddie, flowing out and leaving him looking at Steve, besotted.

Steve parks and they make their way to the edge, a mirror of all those years ago. Steve unfolds a blanket and lays it out, thrusting the bag at Eddie. “Here, start getting the food out, please.”

Eddie’s eyebrows steadily climb higher as he unpacks. Sandwiches, fruits, brownies, and drinks. Both of their favorites, and Steve makes a mental note to do something for Wayne soon, because nobody deserves the actual angel that is Wayne Munson.

They eat and talk and joke around, and kiss—a lot—and just as they’re finishing, the first raindrop splatters down.

Steve looks up, dismayed, to see dark clouds all around them.

Eddie whoops and jumps up, packing everything up and stuffing it back in the car, before running back to Steve and swinging him around in a hug, laughing. “What,” Steve says, but he’s laughing too, because he can’t not be happy when Eddie’s happy.

Eddie stops, sets him down, and grabs both his hands, looking Steve in the eyes. “Do you remember a few days ago when we were watching Singing in the Rain?”

The last time they’d seen the movie was at least four months ago. “Sure.”

“And you were sighing, all forlorn, and I asked what was wrong? And you said you thought you would’ve liked to dance around with someone in the rain?”

Steve can’t help the laugh. “I’m in love with your brain. That was at least five years ago, Eds.”

Eddie frowns. “No, that can’t be right, that was like, a week ago.”

Steve laughs harder. He can’t tell if the water on his cheeks is rain or tears. He doesn’t really care. “It was at least five years ago,” he assures his boyfriend.

“Huh,” Eddie says, shrugging. “Okay, well, I waited and waited and waited and it never worked out. It either always rained while we were asleep or while we were at work, or if we weren’t either of those things, it was a thunderstorm, and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna take you out in that. So.” He grins, wide and unashamed, and bows, offering Steve a hand. “May I have this dance?”

Steve’s going to die and it’s going to be Eddie’s fault. His heart is just going to give out one day because it can’t take how much he loves Eddie. “Of course,” Steve answers, taking Eddie’s hand, and Eddie lights up, dragging Steve into a crushing hug and pressing their lips together in a bruising kiss. “I love you,” he murmurs against Eddie’s lips. His breath hitches. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much,” Eddie responds softly, wiping away Steve’s tears. “Happy?”

“Beyond,” Steve answers, floundering for a way to tell Eddie exactly how he’s feeling. But then Eddie smiles at him, and his smile is wobbly, and Steve suddenly knows Eddie knows exactly how he’s feeling.

They sway together for minutes or hours or days, Steve doesn’t know or care, letting the rain on the leaves and the ground be the rhythm they move to, an unhurried dance that somehow means everything.

The rain eventually lets up, and Steve pulls away after a few minutes, so they’re holding hands. “I have a question.”

“Okay.”

“We’ve known each other for a little over eight years now. We saved the world and managed to fall in love in the middle of it. The Shire was burning, we defeated Sauron, and I carried you out of Mordor. Against all odds we made it out alive, and against all odds we made it out of the Shire, and against all odds we made it together. It’s been eight years and every one’s been an adventure. Every day has been an adventure with you. And I may not know what our lives may hold next, but I know whatever the adventure is, I don’t want to do it without you by my side.” He kneels, pulling out the ring, and Eddie gasps, tearing up.

“Stevie-”

“So,” he continues. “Eddie. I know we can’t legally get married. I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to, but I don’t care. I don’t need the government to tell me who I can and can’t marry. I love you, baby, and if you’ll have me, I’ll love you forever. Will you fuck the government and marry me?”

Eddie’s shaking. “That,” he manages after a minute, “was metal as fuck, baby.” He sniffs, shakes his head, and laughs. “Of course. Of course I’ll marry you. We’ll flip off the whole of the government together.”

“Hell yeah,” Steve says, grinning, and stands. “Before you put the ring on, though, there’s something I want you to see.” He turns it, points out the inscription on the inside, and Eddie tackles him with a yell, and they both go down laughing.

“Baby,” Eddie manages after a minute. “Holy shit. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks rhetorically, and they both watch as he slides the ring onto his fiancé’s finger.

It’s a perfect fit.

#steddieweek2023 #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #robin buckley #steve and wayne #eddie and wayne munson #wayne munson #did I scare y’all at first?#did I make y’all cry?#I hope so #i hope y’all like it #starambles

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singlethread · 1 year

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“It's like the universe is screaming at you and you refuse to listen”

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mercysong-tardis · 5 months

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NSFW WARNING: second slide contains nudity

The third and final art for “Dance with me, Duchess”

Obitine sharing a last night together right before ROTS in my post-Lawless Fix-it fic.

I’m really happy with how this turned out and pls let me know if you want me to do more illustrated fanfics. I don’t know what you want if you don’t tell me. :)

#obitine fanart #obitne #obi wan x satine #obiwan kenobi #duchess satine kryze #satine kryze #the clone wars #star wars prequels #sw:tcw #from my fanfic #obi wan #obitine fanfic #i hope y’all like it

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somaticmilk · 3 months

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Tried drawing again - HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT <33

So theoretically BTD X Animal Crossing !!! <close ups and more under cut>

- ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE I JUST DREW THEM IN THE ACNL STYLE -

Ren Hana, Lawrence Oleander, and Strade are @/gatobob’s

Cedric and Ellis were made by @halsbandfuchs

Fang was made by @anatheyma

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!

Also tell me if I should/how should I draw the TPoF Characters - cause idk if I should make them human or like the animal versions of it? Yk??

Anywho,

Thank you for looking at my art <33

#btd lawrence #btd ren #btd strade #Fang #Cedric #Ellis #BTD/TPoF OCs #btd fanart #animal crossing #traditional art #boyfriend to death #boyfriend to death 2 #i hope y’all like it #hello^^#soma says #extra magic hands #I don’t know what I’m doing #what does the fox say

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twomanyfandomshelp · 23 days

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Came up with an idea for a new tag game last night while I was trying to sleep.

What are three movies/tv shows that shaped your childhood?

1. Frozen. I feel so bad for the amount of times my parents had to listen to me and my sister screaming the lyrics to Let It Go (really all the songs in that movie). We went to see it in the theater THREE TIMES, my parents even got us those Elsa dresses that were like $100. My sister and I were obsessed with that movie for YEARS (I can literally quote every single word).

2. Descendants. I very vividly remember watching this movie for the first time on Disney Channel, I can even tell you where all the ad breaks were lol. Another one me and my sister were obsessed with. The year the first Descendants came out, for Halloween I was Evie and she was Mal, and the year that the third one came out I was Audrey and she was Mal again.

3. Since the other two were movies, let’s do a tv show. Liv and Maddie. It was like me and my sister, but twins and older. I related a lot to Liv (I’ve always really liked singing and acting, and at the time I wanted to be an actress when I grew up) and my sister really like Maddie (she’s always been the more athletic of the two of us). We also both really liked Parker because we’ve both always been very good at school and enjoyed it a lot, plus he’s just funny. We watched all four seasons at least ten times.

Can you tell I grew up in a Disney house? Disney has always been a big part of my family, my parents met during the college program at WDW and then my mom transferred to my dad’s college without even knowing it was his college. They always say their love story is like a Disney movie, very fitting. Anyhoo, I’m off topic.

Time for tags! I really hope y’all like this 🙃 @sushis-mylifeee @ivys-garden @thekingofworems @the-stars-are-ineffable @bippityboppityouch @kingofdandelions @aeolianmusic @sushi1056 @nyx-of-darkness-1620 @aaronofithaca05 @jarondont @the-decapod and anyone else who wants to join in!

#i hope y’all like it #tag game #original?#maybe not #but I think it’s fun regardless #movies #tv shows #frozen #descendants #liv and maddie #disney #idk what else to tag

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saturnbeary · 16 days

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he’s there, the phantom of the opera // beware the phantom of the opera

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4-02-23

mulder and scully as the phantom and christine!!

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#the x files #phantom of the opera #txf #fox mulder #dana scully #msr #msr fanart #txf fanart #god i worked so hard on this #i hope y’all like it #sat.art

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burninlovebutler · 1 year

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Worship

pairing: austin x fem!reader - word count: 2.2k

warnings: obsessive-possesive!austin, breakup hookup??, oral (f recieving), squirting, alcohol/drunkenness, coercion?, hints at emotional manipulation (no details or descriptions included), 18+, MDNI

summary: you’re awoken by a knock at your door way past midnight. you find your ‘crazy’ ex, the one you almost placed a restraining order against, begging for a second chance. you decide to take advantage of the situation and give in to his wish to worship you.

see masterlist for the rest of my fics💗

this is my (late as fuck) secret santa fic for @foreverdolly - i'm not sure if this exactly what you wanted but since it was kinda out of my wheelhouse of abilities 😅 bc of that i’m not the most confident so pls don’t judge my writing 🫣🫣 i love you dolly, merry (late) christmas 🥰 im so sorry this is so late & sorry you got shitty me for secret santa, you talented goddess lol - also sorry it was already written very christmas-y bc it was intended to go up before christmas 😭

“loving you is a losing game”

You were fast asleep when jarring abrupt knocking fell over the air in your house. Groggy and confused you turned over and fumbled to unlock your phone to check the doorbell security camera. There stood your obviously unwell ex behind fuzzy camera quality.

Once your sheets were reluctantly pulled from yourself, a coarse chill ran over your skin reminding you just how little you had on, prompting you to pull a silk robe over your night slip. You shuffled across the cold tiles and stood up on your tippy toes to double check that it was actually Austin and not just some random creep.

You sighed as soon as the open door revealed the disheveled, clearly unkempt man. Deep dark bags lined his droopy glossed eyes. “What the fuck are you doing here Austin?”

“Where is he?” He slurred accusingly, hand motions erratic but laggy.

“What the hell are you talking about-“ He rudely pushed past you and through the front door. Your fingertips dug into your now aching temples, it was going to be one of those nights. It was on those nights in which the idea of a restraining order was heavily entertained.

A foot helped propel you forward from the door and pace behind him as he hastily peaked into every room. “Where is he, I know he’s here.”

“Is who here?” You groaned at his dramatics.

He spun to face you, brows lowered, and eyes tainted with jealousy, “Oh don’t play dumb darlin’.” With every step forward he took you copied in the opposite direction. “I know your little boyfriend is here.” He hissed.

An uptick in your already rapid heartrate made you wonder which one of your ‘friends’ ratted you out. You went on one date and never spoke again, but you knew that if the information had reached Austin, he’d react… well, exactly like this.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lying straight through your teeth as you analyzed the anger swirling in his eyes.

“Don’t ya think we’re past this? Where is he y/n.” He squinted down at you, voice deep and rumbly.

You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding, “He’s not here Aus, he’s not my boyfriend. Can you please just fucking leave?” Dropping an arm to your side.

“Are you serious? You really think I’m stupid enough to-” His words slurring together. “You think I’m dumb enough to believe your ‘boyfriend’ wouldn’t be here on Christmas eve?”

“It-“ Suddenly, the realization that the holiday indeed was tomorrow. Between the breakup, the fighting and the holiday rush at your job, you must’ve been in autopilot and the days strung together. Your eyes fell at the dawning awareness of a lonely Christmas. “No, he’s not here Austin.”

His gaze softened perhaps he was finally believing you. He stepped back and took in your home, seemingly searching for something, probably for any hint of holiday decorations. “He’s really not here? On Christmas?”

You scratched the back of your opposite arm and the previous pride of ‘doing better than your ex’ faded. Maybe you were almost as sad and pathetic as him.

“No. And I don’t want him here. We aren’t together. And I just want to be fucking alone, please leave.” You plead once more through the strain in your voice.

“But Christmas is your favorite?” He questioned softly, a stark contrast to the raging asshole that had stormed in. But that’s exactly what got you here in the first place wasn’t it? One minute he’d be cruel and the next he was the sweetest man you’d ever met. In those moments that’s what you’d cling to, convincing yourself he did love you.

You sighed, “Yes, but- I just haven’t been in the Christmas-y mood, okay?”

His hands slid down the back of your arms, sending a chill through your veins, “Well I don’t think my darlin’ should be lonely on her favorite holiday.”

You wanted to rip from his grasp, but it was like your body was refusing to listen, “I’m not your darlin’, I’m not your baby.” The terror of what your words would instigate caused every muscle tense beneath his grasp.

But he stayed calm, even when your back landed on the wall behind you. “Sure ya are,” He looked down at you with such a softness in his eyes, you’d think he was observing a delicate marble statue. “You’ll always be my darlin’.”

You exhaled at his sugar-y sweet words that always seemed to break through your walls. “Aus- please you know that isn’t true, we’re over. We’ve been over.”

“Just because we’re over doesn’t mean you’re not mine.” His hushed voice almost hid the prevalent slur of his words.

You squeezed your eyes closed. Maybe if you couldn’t look at him, he’d have no power over you. “Yes, Austin, it does.” Every bit of self-control aided you in a futile attempt at pushing him off you. He only pressed up against you further, flattening you against the wall. Wandering hands made their way across your silk-covered sides, taking their time to absorb every inch of you.

“I miss you every fucking day baby.” He whispered pressing his forehead against your own. “All I ever fucking think about is you.”

His claims made your tummy spin and flip like a washing machine, but you knew you shouldn’t give in. He wasn’t good to you, no matter how special he made you feel. “Austin please-“

“Darlin’,” His tone still in a low rumble, “Just let me fucking worship you. All I want is you, all I’ve ever wanted is you.” He pulled back just a bit and hooked an index beneath your jaw, “Look at me - I’m a goddamn mess without you. I can’t survive one more day without you.”

“Austin please, you can’t be fucking showing up here just because you think I’m seeing someone new.” You snapped, your arm flung out, emphasizing the statement.

“I fucking knew this was about him,” The lines around his eyes made themselves prevalent as he narrowed his eyes on you like prey, his demeanor shifting yet again.

“Augh there is no him Austin I-“ A stronger attempt at escape was met with an even firmer grip on your arms, keeping you in place. “You’re fucking delusional, that is why we didn’t work out. You are the reason we aren’t together.” The words spilled from your lips before you could stop them. The twist of Austin’s already scrunched face indicated that you’d made a grave mistake.

His fingertips dung into your biceps, anger piped in him. You could see his restraint churn behind menacing cobalt eyes. He wouldn’t get mean though, not when he was after something. That exact realization must’ve hit him when his digits softened on your skin. “Baby please.” His forehead pressed against yours again and kept his gaze on you. “Let me give you a Christmas present, let me be here for you, let me worship you.”

You processed his words, running a tongue between your lips. A sliver of confidence glimmered in the pit of your stomach. He was there, he wanted something, he hurt you and you wanted control of it. “Beg then.” You straightened up and balled up your fists at your sides to feign assertion.

A wash of surprise and confusion covered his face, obviously not expecting your rebuttal. “What?” He stuttered.

“You heard me.” Clearing your throat. “If that’s what you want. Beg for it.” You propped up a brow and looked over him like he was nothing but a conquest.

Much to your surprise it only took that much for him to give in. Without another word, he lowered down to just below your ear, starting with a simple kiss. Then another, his plump lips taking their time in claiming ownership of your neck. “I love you.” He whispered softly before pulling your skin into his lips with a suck. Your eyes fluttered closed at his touch, his attentive kisses always made you weak, trickling a pulse down between your legs. “I’ll always love you darlin’.” Now making his way to your collarbones, leaving a trail of dark purple marks behind. Any other day this would’ve made you furious, leaving proof of him on your body for everyone to see but tonight, you couldn’t argue with the throbbing in your core.

A part of you wanted to reciprocate his claims of love but the words refused to leave your mouth. You were ripped from the tumbling thoughts when his kisses landed on your hardened nipple under your night slip, every kiss so delicate, so intentional. “Austin-“ His tongue ran over the covered nub causing a sharp gasp to slip from your throat.

“I love you.” He repeated. “Please let me show you.”

Every single cell in your body was on fire and begging you to touch him, feel him, kiss him, hold him but he had atonement to pay. You stayed completely still and silent as he drifted down your body and before you knew it, he was on his knees before you, looking up with big sky blue eyes. “Baby please.” His hands trailing up the backside of your legs, goosebumps following his touch. “I’m literally on my knees for you, let me love you. Let me show you how much.” He always had a knack of perfecting the puppy dog eyes that made you weak to any demand.

Following his previous actions, his lips started at your knee and trailed their way up. The sheer proximity of his lips and fingers to your pussy was driving you mad and had you leaking into your panties. His fingers delicately pushed the slip up above your hips, taking a moment to take you in, his gaze trailing up from your core to your expectant eyes. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” A sloppy kiss to your hipbone and a curl of his fingers into your thighs, easily spreading them apart. “You’re a goddess, let me worship you.” His eyes locked on yours when his lips reached your panty-covered center, pressing a soft kiss just over your throbbing clit. And that was it, how could you possibly stop him. You gave a quick nod signaling him the green light.

Without hesitation, his finger hooked onto your thin panties and tugged them aside, slowly sliding between your folds. A rumble came from his chest once he tasted you.

“Fuck.” You breathed out, resting your head on the wall behind you. His tongue continued its plight, swirling over your nub, starting a pit in your stomach. “Aust.”

Your responses had no effect on his actions, only fueling him. His tongue flattening between your lips, rounding your clit and finding its way into your dripping entrance. He ate you like a gourmet meal, savoring every taste. Your hand slithered its way down, tangling into his soft golden locks pushing him further where you needed him.

A slight yelp escaped when in one fail swoop he managed to prop your thighs on his shoulder and around his head, his tongue never leaving your heat. You were glued to the wall, only his shoulders and arms keeping you suspended. You were concerned with your weight on him, but he didn’t seem to struggle, effortlessly holding you in place as he devoured you.

Austin looked up wanting to fully immerse himself in what he was doing to you, his eyes glinting in the dim light of the living room as you melted in his mouth. Your hips rolled into his tongue as it tended to your swollen clit. “Fuck Austin.” You breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut and lulling your head back taking in each delicious moment. “Fuck Aus I’m gonna cum.”

He replied only with his blues locking on you more determined than ever, quickening his actions ever so slightly to help you cross your finish line. You began to unravel when his tongue rolled precisely against your pulsing clit causing your grip in his hair to tighten, letting out a loud moan. It was like every bit of anger and resentment channeled into the guttural screams that left your mouth as blinding euphoria washed over you. The orgasm seemed to last longer than normal, and you felt yourself release into his mouth. Immediately embarrassed by an action you had no idea you could achieve thinking he might be disgusted but when you looked down, his stare even more ravenous than before. He drank every last drop of you insatiably, lapping your cum from your core.

Finally, when he could tell you were spent, he gently pulled off you and carefully set you down on your now wobbly legs. “Fuck.” You breathed out in a pant, pressing your hand against the wall for stability. “I did miss that.”

Austin stood up and gave a small grin, “I could tell.” Wiping the remnants of you off his mouth.

In a natural reflex you went to hook fingers into his jeans to return the favor, but he stopped your wrist, “No.” He said simply. It was confusing, how did your ex-boyfriend show up to your house in the middle of the night claiming to miss you so much, eat you out and then stop you from reciprocating?

With his dry hand he tilted your chin up by his knuckle, “I wanted to worship you remember? This isn’t about me.”

“But I-“ You began before he cut you off.

“That was as much a Christmas gift for you as it was for me, okay?” He reassured softly. “I don’t need you to anything for me, I just wanted to take care of you. I missed the way you taste.” He nudged his nose against yours, “I missed you.”

His words twisted your stomach, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him too. “Ditto.” You replied quietly, bringing timid fingers up to his cheek and meeting his eyes. “Thanks for my present.”

And with a hum he placed a tender kiss on your lips, “Of course. I love you.”

An internal battle ensued at how you felt about that statement, but something told you maybe this Christmas wouldn’t turn out so bad after all.

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thank you for reading! if you enjoyed this story/my writing pls consider giving my main fic, Forever Winter, a read - if you like slow burn angsty sad smut you’ll probably like it lol xx

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nicolethered · 1 year

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Some more bts Pink Shirt Javi:

Also, when I was looking for the video I saw these

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rosiefawn · 1 year

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cherry. ♡

darlin’, i fall to pieces when i’m with you. i fall to pieces; my cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme, and all of my peaches are ruined… | title cred: cherry by lana del rey

warnings : 18+, minors dni, overstimulation, size difference, inter-species sex.

pairing : jake sully x f!human!reader.

“oh, fuck…”

jake can’t believe how lucky he is, how small you feel beneath him with your legs slung over his shoulders. he’s practically got you folded in half, fingers spanning the width of your middle and his face ducking into your neck, fangs grazing your skin. you arch into him, keening, whining, clawing at him with desperate little fingers. your head tips back and your jaw falls slack with every grind of his hips; one of his hands slides down to your hip and flexes, angles it up so his cock slips in another inch, knocks the air from your chest and you squirm.

“fuck— fuck, baby,” his lips ghost over your ear, breath heavy and hot where sweat’s begun to gleam on your skin. “that’s it, that’s my girl, doin’ so good for me.”

the fill of his cock stings, splits you open with an ache that leaves you gasping, whining and tugging him down, closer so you can press your lips to his. the only coherent word he can make out is his name as you sigh into his mouth, broken by your sweet little noises, breathless— and he wants more, wants to get you just as bothered and nasty as he is.

“can’t even say it,” he snickers hotly, moving down tongue at your neck and nip none too gently at her jaw. it’s sweet, the way your breath hitches, and it goes straight to his dick. “gotta fuck it outta ya, my pretty baby.”

your back shoots straight with a tight cry at a sharp thrust and his thumb at her clit, nails of one hand digging into his bicep, the other tugging desperately at his hair.

“that’s it baby, that’s it, c’mon,” he pants happily into your neck, hips picking up their past, fucking harder, stuttering with the restraint it takes to keep from crushing you, breaking you. “jus’ let go. i gotcha, i gotcha sweetheart.”

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ikesenwritings · 5 months

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The Seasons and Love Languages

[Isaac x fem!Reader] + mansion residents

<< Winter + Words of Affirmation >>

“I would rather spend my evening with you,” Isaac pouted. And only you, he would’ve added.

“Oh, Isaac. Don’t be like that! It’s the last hours of Christmas,” she exclaimed. “The last hours of your birthday!”

“I don’t see the purpose of this. We’ve never celebrated before.”

The pair stopped short of exiting the mansion. Loud, jovial voices were just beyond the grand double doors—the alcohol, no doubt, having already made its way through some of the residents’ systems, birthing a lively atmosphere.

“Why have we stopped?”

She dropped Isaac’s hand and grabbed the beanie that hung out of his shallow coat pocket. A handmade gift—it was maroon and a bit horribly made, his favorite color and the level of craftsmanship to be expected from a novice knitter.

Her fingers ran through his strawberry brown hair with a smile so soft, so forgiving. If Isaac had started his day moping in past mistakes and current worries, it would have all been okay because of that smile. It deepened along with her admiration when she pulled the beanie over his head.

“By all means, it’s a terrible hat, but you look cute anyway,” she beamed. Isaac sighed, his cheeks now flushed. “Sorry. Handsome.”

“It’s making me itch,” the vampire grumbled.

She laughed and rubbed vigorously at his wool-covered forehead, earning a grunt of dismay from her lover.

“C’mon,” she urged, once more holding onto Isaac’s gloved hand. “Everyone wants to see the birthday boy!”

“The whole lot saw me at breakfast and din—”

They stepped through the doors. A cacophony of greetings rang in the late night air.

“Newt, ol’ boy!”

“Isaac, you made it!”

“Isaac, I got these graphite pens for your research. They’re high quality.”

“Do you and hondje care for eggnog?”

“We’ve been waiting for you, Isaac!”

“Were you and Toshiko-san having fun in the foyer?”

“O-Of course not!” Isaac cried, the tips of his ears having already turned red. “We were having— we were just—”

“No teasing tonight, Dazai,” Napoleon interjected. Talking. We were just talking. The former emperor laid a heavy hand on the author’s shoulder and directed a tender smile at the physicist.

“I know we’ve all said it today, but happy birthday, Isaac. We’re all glad to have met a man like you.”

“Really…” Isaac grumbled. A cherry blossom hue dusted his cheeks, his gaze fixed to the paved ground littered in snowy footprints. “There’s no need to say that, Napoleon.” But no one could have dismissed the smallest, shyest of smiles Isaac reserved for these kinds of gentle words.

Comte held his cup of eggnog high. Affection—the deep golden color of his eyes. He looked to the physicist. “A cheers to our dear brother and friend.” The others followed suit.

Soon, previous conversations resumed, Isaac being pulled every which way into discussions he would find himself very immersed in or wishing to be anywhere else. Either way, he was left only with a sense of belonging and a gratefulness for what was now his daily life.

Because he was looking at her. As Arthur prattled on about wagers and games of chess and little birds he’d met at the bar, Isaac was looking at her and she was looking at him, like two people at opposite ends of the room. And she was beautiful.

He watched as she apologized to Napoleon, dismissing herself from the conversation. She latched her arms around Isaac’s waist from behind and began to clumsily pull him away from the old Scot. She laughed as she struggled to walk backwards with Isaac’s taller frame.

“We’ll fall at this rate. And I’ll crush you,” he warned, eliciting a giggle from his love.

“And I’m fine with—” She let out a small shriek as she began to fall. In his own supernatural speed, Isaac managed to turn halfway before hitting the ground. One hand cradled her head, the other firmly planted on the ground, holding his top half up.

A third round of laughter erupted from her as Isaac’s frantic eyes scanned for any possible injury or sprain. He came to when he felt her arms gingerly wrap around his neck.

“I love you,” she said.

“Where is this coming from?”

He couldn’t help but ask.

“From me.”

Simple. Simple and so freely given.

‘I love you.’

“I love you, too,” Isaac replied. “With everything I am, everything I wish to be.”

And in that moment, with his family telling grand stories of the lives they once lived and the crackle of the fire pit and the flurry of snow that stuck to her hair and eyelashes and the red noses and the bated breaths, he felt complete, happily destined to this new, little life of his.

A/N

The original plan was to write one for each season of the year with a different suitor but who knows if that’ll happen 😅😅 either way, I’m happy that I got to finish this piece. I’m glad to be back and I’m sure I have much reading to catch up on!!! Both on this app and in the games!!

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loveofbots · 9 months

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Okay so for the valve eating fic we have Jazz and for the spike sucking fic we have Prowl… I see inside your minds and I KNOW what I must do.

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estrellami-1 · 1 year

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See You

Eddie ran his mouth. Anyone and everyone knew this. He was harmless, wouldn’t hurt a fly, but with a sharp tongue when aimed at the wrong (or right) people. Sure, it made him some enemies—some people, he swore, didn’t know how to take a joke—but for the most part it was okay.

The one thing he’d never do was kick someone while they’re down. Metaphorically, of course, since he’d never actually physically kick someone. Unless that someone was Gareth, who took the last brownie. Then all bets were off. But he’d never poke fun at someone already hurting, which is why so many of his tabletop rants were focused on the royalty of Hawkins High.

He knew that he knew that he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that table was fine to poke fun at. Hagan hated him for it, but then again Hagan hated him for just existing, so he took Hagan’s thoughts with a grain of salt. Besides, the object of his attention—though he’d never admit it to anyone—was one Steve Harrington. King Steve, The Hair, the heir to the Harrington fortune and legacy.

For the most part, Harrington would stare back, the barest trace of a smile playing on his lips. Sometimes Eddie would get him to crack, and he’d look down at his own table as he smiled, but for the most part he sat there, mask cracked, mirth shining in his eyes.

There was one time, however, he didn’t. Eddie was ranting about prices, about allowance (or lack thereof) and holes in sneakers and cold showers. “Now, of course, the royal court knows nothing of such trivialities,” he said, taking a mock bow in their direction, almost freezing when he saw Harrington frowning at the table. But he was a performer, and the show must go on, so he changed direction—even got a reluctant smile out of Harrington—before finishing.

Later, he sat thinking about it. Maybe he just hadn’t liked the topic of the rant, but it somehow felt more personal than that. Eddie decided he had to get to the bottom of it, so he approached Harrington towards the end of the school day.

Harrington sighed and shut his locker. “What do you want, Munson?”

Eddie shoved his hands in his pockets. “To talk?”

Harrington raised a brow at him, which he figured he deserved. “Okay. So talk.”

“Y’know, I swore something to myself when I start d this whole shebang. I promised myself I’d never kick someone who was already down. And I don’t intend to make a liar of myself.” He shrugged at the look thrown his way. “You didn’t seem to particularly like today’s topic of choice, is all. I wanted to see why.”

“I didn’t think you cared.” He winced before Eddie could say anything. “Sorry. That was rude.”

Eddie frowned, tilting his head. “You alright, Harrington?”

He sighs and leans back against the lockers, copying Eddie’s position, before tilting his head back and looking up at the ceiling. “Guess I finally got it knocked into me that I’m not a good person. I’m trying to do better. There’s these kids… actually, you play that, uh, dragons game, right? With the dice and the figurines?”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “Dungeons and Dragons?”

Steve snapped at him. “That’s the one. There’s these kids I watch, they’re obsessed with the game. The one leading them, the, uh…” he snapped a few times, trying to remember. “Master player, or whatever.”

“Dungeon Master.”

“Yeah, thanks. They call him Will the Wise.” He began to smile. “God, they’re such dorks.” He sighed and sobered. “That… wasn’t the point, sorry. But I’m watching those kids. Something happened—y’know the thing everyone knows about but no one’s supposed to talk about?”

“The thing that stinks of government?”

Steve snorted. “Yup. We were right in the middle of it. Thought we weren’t gonna make it out, a few times. Thought if the kids made it, it’d be okay. I don’t have anything waiting for me, y’know? My parents are off who knows where. And I guess this is where my problem with your rant today comes from. Because… I get it, y’know? My parents aren’t home, and they’re not gonna heat a whole house for someone who only uses two or three rooms. I can pay heating or electric, but not both, and I need electric more, usually. I don’t get an allowance from my parents. Used to, but that stopped at fourteen. I got a job as soon as I realized that was it. I get cold showers and whatever I can scrounge up to eat until the next paycheck. I take such good care of the clothes I have because I can’t afford to buy new ones. God, this isn’t even my style, this is just whatever my mom last bought me. I fuckin’ hate the polos, man,” he said, a laugh in his voice.

Eddie chuckled with him, then sobered. “That… that, uh, really sucks, man. I get it. And I’m sorry about the rant.”

Steve shrugged. “You didn’t know.”

“You said you’re not a good person. I think you’re better than you know.”

A smile quirked up the corner of Steve’s lip. “And I guess you’d know?”

“I might be a better judge of character than you think.”

Steve laughed. “I’m sure that’s true. Can I ask a question?”

“You just did.”

“Jackass,” he muttered, failing to hide his grin. “How’d you notice I wasn’t a fan of today’s topic?”

Eddie considered it for a moment. “I’ll give you full honesty if you promise not to retaliate in any way.”

Steve frowned. “Retaliate, like, hurt you? I wouldn’t.”

“Never say never,” he warned, and Steve good-naturedly rolled his eyes.

“Fine, I promise not to retaliate in any way.”

“I kinda, maybe, have a massive crush on you.” He bit his lip, looking away, unwilling to see the disgust in Steve’s eyes, painted on his face.

What he didn’t expect was the chuckle. “You’re joking, right?”

Eddie blinked and turned to face him. “No.”

“Why me? Aren’t I kinda the antithesis of everything you stand for?”

“Antithesis. Good word.”

“I’m not actually an idiot, y’know. I need all A’s or B’a to stay in sports.”

Eddie blinked. “Not what I expected. Okay. Um, yeah, you kinda are the antithesis of everything I stand for, or at least I thought you were, and now I dunno what I think, except you’re not at all what I expected, and I’m probably gonna have to toss the entirely of the Munson Doctrine in the trash.”

Steve blinked. “I caught about two words of that, sorry. You… you really do. Have a crush on me.”

“Yeah.”

Steve grinned. “Good.”

Eddie blinked. “Good?”

“Good,” Steve parroted, gaze flickering from his eyes, to his lips, back to his eyes. “Come over after school?”

Eddie snorted. “No offense, Steve, but I want to step foot in your house even less now than I used to. But you’re welcome over at mine.”

Steve’s grin grew. “You said my name.”

Eddie frowned. “Of course I did. What else would I call you?”

“You usually call me Harrington,” he murmured, and suddenly Eddie realized.

“Oh. Am I correct in assuming you’d rather not be associated with that name?”

Steve shrugged. “In a perfect world, no. But I know that’s not very likely right now.”

“It can be,” Eddie offered. “At least with me.”

Just then the final bell rang, and they jumped apart, looking at each other and letting out a nervous chuckle. “I’ll, uh, see you after school?”

“My place,” Eddie nodded. “See you, Steve.”

Steve smiled. “See you, Eddie.”

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