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bluecollarmcandtf · 1 month

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The New Garbageman

Lance slowed from his run and glanced at the trash compactor sitting outside his apartment complex. He needed to catch his breath, but he hated being so close. The young man gave a disdainful look to the laborer who seemed wholly unbothered by his choice in career. 'Some men are just meant for menial crap like this,' he thought to himself, 'God knows I wouldn't be caught dead doing it.'

The jogger looked straight ahead as he passed, not wanting to make eye contact with the sucker lugging away a week's worth of his building's refuge. Lance thought the smell alone was enough to make him gag, but he was even more disturbed by the garbageman's indifference to the squishy contents leaking all over his clothes.

'At what point is that worker just considered trash himself?' Lance pondered with a grimace.

Just as he was about to escape into the entrance of the complex, a sharp ripping noise sounded behind him, followed by a clamour of things crashing to the ground.

Lance made the mistake of looking back, seeing a huge mess scattered across the sidewalk. It looked like a garbage can had exploded and now there was rotten food and crumpled papers everywhere, but that damn sanitation worker had vanished!

"The hell!" Lance shouted in anger, but his rage didn't last long.

A sudden pain stabbed him in the back and he crumpled to the ground like all the garbage had moments before. Everything went black...

Lance shook off the daze and found himself leaning against one of the garbage bins. The pain in his back didn't feel as acute anymore. All he could feel was an unusual warmth spreading from where he had been stung.

"Where is that goddamn garbage man," he growled, wincing at the litter surrounding him. He was ready to give that idiot a piece of his mind.

He put his hand on the concrete in an attempt to get himself up, but was surprised by the feeling of gloves over his fingers. Lance stared at his gloved palms with total confusion. He was sure as hell that he didn't put those old worn things on!

Then he noticed his shoes. They weren't the sneakers he'd been jogging in moments before. They were some kind of work boots!

"What the hell!" he exclaimed, wondering if he'd actually been knocked out and robbed.

Lance pushed his fears aside and began climbing to his feet, but as he did, he noticed something had appeared over his shoulders!

"Where'd this come from?" he cried, becoming more and more angry as articles of clothing just kept appearing on his body.

He was positive this dirty old jacket didn't belong to him. It was covered with stains and reeked like a public bathroom. Lance had a habit of always keeping his clothes freshly laundered and fragranced. He wouldn't even wear jeans two days in a row without washing them, so what was this raggedy work jacket doing in his back?

Lance frantically started to pull the thing off, but it seemed stuck on his waistband or something. No amount of thrashing could get him to pull the thing over his head!

He moaned in frustration and threw his fists down angrily. Then, he noticed why the jacket wouldn't come off. It took him a second to realize what he was looking at. The jacket was attached to the new pants he had on!

Lance shouted out in a state of confused panic. "Help!" he cried, not knowing what else to do, but even if someone did come over, what would he tell them? They'd never believe that his clothes were magically being replaced!

He couldn't even bring himself to look down at what he was wearing. Gone were his running shorts and tank top. In their place, a gross old jumpsuit had enveloped his body. Lance was struck by the itchiness of the course material, but he was even more horrified by how damp it felt against his skin. He didn't want to know what liquid those coveralls were saturated with; oil, sweat, or something even worse?

Lance couldn't find his phone in any of his new attire's pockets. He didn't know what was going on, but he was about to start screaming if he didn't find out soon. His breathing intensified while his heart raced out of his chest. He could feel the panic attack coming.

Then all of a sudden, he stopped...

That warm feeling in his back had washed over his entire body and told every tense muscle to relax. Lance's heart rate eased and his breathing slowed. The confusion, worry, and panic in his face was gone: a numb expression sat in its place.

Lance didn't understand why he had suddenly become so calm. Internally, he was still disgusted, horrified, and outraged, but he couldn't deny how relaxed his body had became.

Finally able to gain his bearing, the former jogger climbed up from the ground and gave his new outfit another look.

"What the hell is this thing," he wondered, but his voice had a comparatively lifeless tone.

Lance studied the clothing. The boots were caked with dirt and grime. He could feel his feet sweating inside them. In fact, his entire body felt like it was being cooked. He was completely covered from the neck down with some pretty heavy duty work wear. It was all clothing he would never be caught dead in, yet it looked kind of familiar.

Suddenly it, clicked.

"I'm dressed a goddamn garbage man," Lance spoke again with a monotoned voice.

Then his mouth moved on its own, "I am a garbage man."

The words chilled him to the core. He had not meant to say them! That warm feeling that started in his back had moved to his throat and taken over.

Before he knew it, his hands were moving on their own too. They were picking up the trash littered around him! His legs moved to, crawling his body across the concrete, and Lance couldn't do anything to stop himself.

His mouth wouldn't open when he tried! He wanted to scream! His arms and legs weren't doing what he wanted either. He was trapped in his own body! Lance couldn't speak; he couldn't run; he couldn't hide; he couldn't even panic. His own heart beat at a steady pace like he was the calmest man in the world! His lungs systematically drew in breath after calm breath, and his face was locked in an empty look of indifference...

Lance would have to get used to being around the trash. He was a garbageman now...

One Year Later...

Lance had never imagined he'd be trapped as a garbage collector for this long. His body hadn't let him look back once since he walked away from his old life. Who knows what happened to his apartment and family. He'd long since given up on the idea of ever going back to his old life.

His days were now spent being puppettered to take out other people's trash. It was disgusting hard work that he got no thanks for, but that didn't matter. He wasn't in control of his body, and his body just kept lugging rank bags of garbage day after day after day.

He'd been subjected to millions of dirty looks as people caught sight of him. Lance knew he must seem pathetic. He was sure he smelled even worse. How could anyone respect a man like him? Even after a year, his face still burnt red when someone looked grossed out by him.

The discomfort of his uniform has become normal to Lance. It was itchy and humid under there, which made sense since it hadn't been washed in the all the time he'd had it on.

Well, that wasn't entirely true...

Every night after work, his body would hop on the garbage truck and get dropped off at the sanitation department's parking garage. There he and the rest of the garbage crew would hose each other down. It didn't do much other than make him cold, but at least he got that.

After the makeshift shower, he and the rest of the guys would file into the garage. Lance assumed that every one of the laborers were being used as puppets like him, because they appeared just as numb and lifeless as he did. There was no chummy chitchat; there were no friendly waves or claps on the back; hell there wasn't even a smile or frown on any of their faces.

All the garbagemen acted like robotic slaves for unpaid labor, which is exactly what they were.

Lance's theory was that when he'd felt that pain a year ago, he'd had some sort of Syfy-futuritic-techno crap inserted in his back. It had to be controlling his actions. He could feel it on his spine, sending signals to the resto for his body for how to behave.

It was just a theory. He couldn't prove or disprove anything when he had no autonomy over his own body.

So he was stuck seeing himself play out the same awful routine everyday. 'At least the day's almost over,' he thought to himself. At least he could still dream of a life where he didn't wear this disgusting uniform and pick up garbage all day.

Lance's body joined the rest of the men on the floor. This was where they spent their nights. Whoever was controlling them was clearly too cheap to buy them beds let alone showers or laundry machines

It usually got pretty bleak in there: a whole room of men that aren't allowed to talk or interact outside of working together. There was nothing else to do but sleep, so Lance slid down to the concrete and closed his eyes, wondering if he would ever be anything other than a smelly garbageman ever again.

He thought back to his old life, dreaming about that last morning run he'd gotten before all this happened. He fantasized about what would have happened if he'd just ran around the block one more time.

Would he have avoided this fate or was he just destined for menial crap like this?

Thanks for the Ask, workgearfan

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dystopicjumpsuit · 15 days

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DJ MY LOVE!

May I request, from the cuddle prompts, of you feel so inspired:

- Feeling the rumble of their chest when they talk while cuddling

- Needing their cuddles even though they have something else to do

With Tech! Haven't asked for him in a while and I think we could all use some Tech fluff right about now.

(If you get a bunch of asks for the same Clone or just feel a pull towards another clone, feel free to change it. 😘)

A/N: REBEL MY LOVE! Thank you for this! I’ve never written Tech before, and I was a bit intimidated, so I hope I’ve done justice to our boy. Also, you get two prompts for the price of one 🩵

Pairing: Tech x Reader (GN; reader is shorter than Tech but not otherwise described, aside from having a rough morning and a tendency to keep things bottled up)

Rating: T (but as always, minors DNI)

Wordcount: 789

Warnings and tags: fluff, cuddles, Star Wars swearing, adult language

Summary: You swear to the Maker, if ONE MORE THING goes wrong today, you’re going to lose your mind. Tech has an exceptional idea for how to help.

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“Dank farrik,” you muttered under your breath.

The kriffing durang fruit you’d planned on turning into muffins had gone off. It smelled like death itself, and you gagged as you tossed it into the trash compactor. With a sigh, you glanced at your chronometer and winced.

Late. Kark.

You snatched up your cup of caf as your brain raced to think of an alternative breakfast that you could pull together in a hurry before your scheduled holocomm. Not that Omega or the Batch really needed you to cook breakfast for them, but Benduday morning muffins had become something of a tradition, and you really, really didn’t want to see the matching disappointment in Omega and Wrecker’s eyes when you told them they would need to fend for themselves that day.

Maybe Shep has some extra—

“MOTHERKRIFFER!” you exclaimed, cutting off your own train of thought as the lid on your mug popped loose and you doused yourself in hot caf.

A quiet rustle sounded from the front of the Marauder as Tech slid out from beneath the control console and sat up to watch you, setting aside his hydrospanner. With supreme effort, you managed to keep your eye from twitching as you braced yourself for a well-deserved lecture on your language.

“Is everything all right?” he asked instead.

“Peachy,” you grumbled, grabbing a towel to wipe off your shirt in disgust.

He rose quietly and approached. “I do not believe you.”

“What gave it away?” you snapped, flinging the towel into the sink with a frankly unnecessary level of force.

“You are upset. Given the relatively minor nature of the incident, I deduce that something else is bothering you. Do you wish to discuss it?”

“Not really.”

“Astonishing,” he said dryly.

“The kriff is that supposed to mean?” you demanded.

“Merely that I have observed that you often prefer not to discuss your struggles, though I hope none of us have ever made you feel as though you should not speak freely when something is troubling you.”

You blinked, too surprised to be offended at his earlier sarcasm. “You have?”

“Indeed.”

Well… shit.

“It’s nothing,” you lied. Tech made no response, but he didn’t bother to hide his skepticism. “Fine. It’s a bunch of tiny somethings that have all piled up on top of each other, and nothing is going the way I had planned, and I’m hungry, damn it, and now I have to think of something to cook for breakfast, except I have no kriffing caf left to make my brain work, and I have no other fruit to make muffins, so Wrecker and Omega are going to give me the tooka eyes, and I have a stupid holocomm that I’m expecting at literally any minute, and I don’t even want to talk to them, but I feel like I have to, and I swear to the Maker, if ONE more thing goes wrong, I’m going to lose my ever-loving mind!”

You grabbed the towel and began to scrub the sink furiously, desperate to focus on something other than the conversation that you very much didn’t want to have. After a few seconds, though, you felt a weight on your shoulder. You turned to see Tech’s hand resting there, and for a moment you were so shocked that you stopped scrubbing. He was not usually one to initiate physical contact, and you had always tried to respect his boundaries.

“Tech?” you asked uncertainly.

“I have observed that you often seem to find comfort in Wrecker and Omega's hugs when you are upset. As Wrecker and Omega are not currently present, I would like to offer my own.”

“Are you sure?” you inquired, dumbfounded. “Aren't you busy with the repairs from Omega’s last flight lesson?”

“It can wait,” he replied. “Unless you would prefer not—”

His sentence cut off abruptly as you crashed into him, burying your face against his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms closed around your shoulders, and he held your head in one hand. You slumped against him, turning your head so you could breathe.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

“You are welcome,” he replied, the rumble of his voice vibrating against your ear as you rested your cheek against his chest. “I do not wish you to feel as though you must face all your struggles alone. Even the tiny ones.”

Just then, your comlink chimed with the dreaded holocomm.

“Do you wish to answer that?” he asked.

“Not really,” you admitted, “but I probably should.”

“May I propose an alternative course of action?”

“Propose away,” you replied.

“Remain with me, like this, and forget the holocomm,” he replied.

“You know what?” you asked. “That's an exceptional proposition. I accept.”

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neonpaperlanterns · 2 months

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I not feeling very good today and i was wondering

Is it okay if i ask for a dogdagy x reader story where reader is sick and dogday tries his best to take care of them and make sure they recover quickly

Its short sorry about that ^^"

[A/n: I hope you feel better anon! And no need to apologize. I liked writing this one. It was nice to be sweet fora moment]

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Stay with me

You’ve survived a lot since coming back to the factory. Getting hunted down by the face of PlayTime Co. The twisted fractured mind of Mommy Long Legs. The train incident. Being thrown in a trash compactor. You’ve survived it all. So color yourself surprised that what has finally taken you down was a cold.

Not that you didn’t try and push through. You did, you really tired. But you were thwarted by your own body and the soft eyes of a certain Smiling Critter.

“Hm, your fever is still really high.” The rough fur of DogDays hand brushed along your forehead. Even after all these years he still held the faint smell of vanilla. It made you sigh and relax into his palm. You could feel your eyes starting to droop.

“I’m gonna try and find some medicine. I’m sure there has to be something still in the school nurse's office.” as he went to pull away you couldn’t help the protest that fell from your mouth.

“Nooo.” Your voice comes out hoarse as you try to stifle a cough. “Don’t go.” mustering up the energy you wrap your arm around his.

“It’s not safe to go out there.” DogDay gives you a look. How many times has he said that to you?

A lot.

But that isn’t the point.

“Please just stay with me?” Watching the fight melt right off DogDay’s face before it even fully formed made you laugh. Which immediately turned into a coughing fit. Hearing him sigh made the coughing worse, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was that DogDay was settling back down next to you.

Curling up next to him you burrowed into his shoulder as his arms came to wrap around you. It was warm in the cocoon that he created. Maybe too warm but you didn’t care. You were happy, just like this.

“I’ll only stay for a little bit. I really need to find medicine for you.” You hummed, eyes drooping again

“I mean it.” You knew he didn’t, not with the way he nosed along the top of your head. Or the way he shuffled you further onto his chest. No, you knew that when you woke up he was going to be right here. Your ever present comfort inside these walls so full of decay.

#poppy playtime #dogday poppy playtime #reader insert #dogday x reader #sickfic #cuddling #short ficlet

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dr3c0mix · 8 months

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Heyo! Hope you're doing alright! Firstly, sorry if this is too long... summary: yan oc reactions to male/gn reader with a high pain tolerance whose platonic affection language is rough housing (biting , headbutts, body slams/shoulder bumps, aggressive bear hugs, or a good grip/squeeze. All of these forms of affection are done by reader with as much force as is allowed without actual damage and which reader happily reciprocates). Bonus, what're the reactions of rough housing intolerant yans when said reader starts trying to find someone else as an outlet for this affection need. Context: I saw the mini react to the affectionate chair wielding and had a thought. I am a very energetic and affectionate individual with folks I'm close with, and often times a gentle hug or soft touch just isn't enough to get across the energy and emotion or i just NEED something more grounding/comforting cause "yes this gentle hug is comforting my stress a little but i really REALLY need you to crush my soul and being back together with this next hug. Really trash compactor my body so i can feel whole again :) 💪". It's what i grew up with and what some of my friends encouraged/reciprocated (have definitely popped backs when giving each other hugs and once i popped someone's fingers when i was allowed a good squeeze). When soft affections aren't hitting right (and i have permission from my friend) I tend to turn to play bites (at whatever maximum safe pressure is allowed by the person being bitten), headbutts, body slams/shoulder bumps (again, at a maximum safe force that is allowed), and harsh grips/hugs (again, whatever maximum safe force is allowed). It's really a grounding/comforting thing cause it allows me and my friend to destress, release energy, and also kinda reassures us that we're truly physically and emotionally there. It's definitely not something for all my friend circles and i usually turn to my high energy friend circles that have similar needs (and they come to me if they feel the urge as well). A good example is the time Friend A saw me out and about, shouted out my name and charged me full speed from 30 feet away. I tanked the brunt of their full body affectionate tackle and honestly? Was one of the happiest and closest i felt to my friend. Haven't done that in a while cause we got warned not to do that again by personnel lol. We usually try to meet up at parks (cause indoor places understandably don't like when a group of adults start rough housing) though it's hard to rn cause of the heat and stuff

OCs w/ a Rowdy Darling

My OCs x GN Reader

THIS IS LITERALLY AMAZING !! you seem like a really cool person to hang out with ! id definitely let you give me a back popping hug >w< not sure if im strong enough to give you a hug as strong as that though hehe ^^" anyways heres the fic ! (´ ∀ ` *)

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Adrian is literally the same as you. Every shove or punch or rough housing is a sign of affection.

You two probably rough house all the time ngl, and he loves it!

You're his energetic little lover and he's all for it!

You two might have gone to detention for rough housing to hard a few times hehe..

If you bear hug him, he'll try to hug you harder, it's like a competition to him!

Honestly, he sees everything as a competition. You push him playfully? He'll push you harder.. headbutts? You might get a slight headache after he's done..

He might be your boyfriend, but he's still a bit of a bully, but it's all in good fun! He stops if ever he notices you're getting uncomfy.

Not a biter though, but when you do it, he melts like putty!

He loves how strong and rowdy you are and that you're not afraid to express it, it shows how tough and confident you are!

He likes his gentle moments once in a while, but being able to love you in a love language you both share is so special to him <3

"Cmon babe! One more hug! I can take it!"

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Brandon is kind of impressed..

He's one of the best football players in his school and his little darling is biting and shoving and headbutting him, so adorable!

You remind him of a little goat, so excited and happy and lively!

Definitely makes him more protective of you because of how precious you are to him.

If you get to rowdy for his liking, he grabs you and traps you in a bear hug until you calm down or if you give him an even tighter bear hug than the one he's giving you.

Invites you to play a bit of football with him and his team.

But protection is key! He wraps you in all sorts of gear before you play, he knows how high your pain tolerance is but he still wants to keep you safe! and also he likes seeing you wear his helmet

Your body slams are praised not just by him but by his team, it's too cute!

If he catches you being your little rowdy self around anyone else, he'll get jealous fast..

He shoves you affectionately to get your attention.

"Heya baby! How's my little ram doing huh?"

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Valeth just thinks you're copying him in a way and is flattered.

Aweee, little mate is so strong and tough! He's so proud!

Encourages the behavior, as long as you don't hurt yourself!

He's much stronger than you so your affections don't do much, but you bet your ass he's putting his whole soul in pretending to get hurt.

Rough houses with you as if you were a little child play fighting, he loves playing with his little warrior!

If you do get hurt, he's putting all play fighting to a halt! He's checking up on you and making sure you're ok with the softest voice you've ever heard from an orc.

You might be fine but he's not taking no for an answer, you're getting some rest!

Love love loves your bearhugs! He tests your strength and lets you squeeze him as hard as you can!

Biting is met with kisses all over your face, it's what you get for being so cute!

Body slams are more like you latching onto him and trying not to fall off because of how large he is..

"Oh my little duckling can bite! How fierce! You're so strong haha!"

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Bo appreciates how energetic and lively you are, but please no rough housing ;-;

He doesn't want you to get hurt or hurt anyone else, even though you're perfectly capable of regulating how rough you can me, he's just a lil protective is all

He only allows bear hugs and squeezes, anything else is greeted by the time out corner (him trapping you in his arms in the bed until you give up)

"Now now hun, not so rough ok? I don't want you gettin banged up or anythin.."

Ribs is also a feral little man and absolutely loves that you're as rowdy as him!

You two love play fighting and biting affectionately!

He loves your headbutts! he returns them all the time

"Ahahaha! Again again!"

Soda tolerates it, he just appreciates that you're comfortable enough to rough house with him.

He's not the energetic type but he'll give you sleepy kisses and squeeze you back if you bear hug him

Doesn't bite but he likes nibbling on you

He's not as lively as you, but he loves reciprocating your affection!

"You're so strong hehe~"

Screw is scared

He is oddly aroused

He's also hopelessly trying to stop himself from called you sir or daddy or any dominant title because oh my god you are so awesome

He's looking at you with puppy dog eyes asking for your love and attention

PICK HIM UP TOSS HIM AROUND SHOVE HIM BITE HIM PLEASE HE LOVES IT!

Imagine him kicking his legs and rambling about you to the others

"H-hello si- dadd- (Y/N)! Hi (Y/N) heheh.."

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Wolfie loves how rowdy you are! he loves playing!

That's his way of telling you he loves you, but of course he's extra gentle when playing with you, he wouldn't wanna get his mate scratched up!

Loves rolling around and playing around with you, it makes him feel like a pup again!

Doesn't like you biting him though, you might get something icky in your mouth!

Licks you all over if you get hurt or get a little too rough to make you feel better!

Headbutts are rewarded with his big paws bopping you on the head like he's trying to pet you!

If he's tired and you're being your lively little self, he just takes you and sleeps on top of you so you can't escape.

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Dorik actually has a lot of brothers and sisters back in hell and you remind him so much of how they used to play around with him.

As much as he adores cuddling you close and doing gentle and calm things with you, he loves how tough you are!

Yes he moans when you bite him.

Everytime you're affectionate with him, he can't help but kiss you all over, you're just so cute!

Almost cries if you give him bear hugs, this man is touchstarved!!!!

He gives you his own love by wrapping his tail around you or rubbing his face into your clothes, chest, hair, anywhere! He loves how you smell so good everyday!

Shrieks if you body slam him, but somehow he's as solid as a rock, he didn't even stumble..

But he's all over you asking if you're ok.

"Master? My love? My darling are you alright?!"

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Kalva unfortunately doesn't like rough-housing, he's made it a rule that you can only mess around outside the nest!

But he adores your bearhugs and headbutts and bites, they're comforting to him in a way, it shows that you're close to him!

He headbutts you too, it's his way of asking for your love and attention.

For a while it was also how he kissed you since he didn't know how to do it properly yet.

He might indulge in your rough ways sometimes by jumping around and messing up his feathers on purpose, but you should promise to help preen them afterwards!

Nevertheless, he loves you to bits and just wants to keep you safe <3

"My mate is so excited! My mate is happy!"

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Jasper is scared for his life but in a fun way.

He never knows the next time you're gonna bite him or tackle him into a hug, it's like a game for you both.

He gets you back by surprise tickling you, it's pretty effective.

If he expects the biting, he definitely bites you too, kissing the area right after for extra measure.

Don't get me wrong he's absolutely flustered whenever you do it, but he gets used to it after a while.

But no rough-housing with him! He's fragile and might break something.

Legit asks you to crack his back if ever he's having back aches.

"Hey love, my back's a little weird again, can I get another hug~?"

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Viktor is surprised and a little intrigued.

Oh? My darling is so energetic, I love it!

If you ever try anything on him, he chuckles and 'punishes' you with kisses all over your face and cuddles you until you give up.

Your bites kind of freak him out

Like he's supposed to bite people! It's kind of weird having people bite him, it's a bit exciting..

"My my~ Is my little bat misbehaving again~?"

Garrick doesn't tolerate roughness at all.

You might get hurt! What if one of them reciprocates the affection and goes too far? He's not having it!

That is until you do it to him and he absolutely melts at your cuteness.

He goes from strict to 100% on board with your love bops

Refuses to bear hug you, he might break your spine because of how much he loves you!

"Remember to be careful my turtledove! And I love you!"

Silas is all in on your rowdiness, considering he's like that himself.

He's a mischievous little shit and loves play fighting with you.

Loves picking you up and spinning you around, making you hold onto him as you two giggle like young lovers together.

Always does this thing where he cups your face and shakes your head side to side, he says its because you're too cute and your face must be a mask because no one is that perfect!

Gives you gentle and soft kisses after your rough moments because he wants to make sure he didn't hurt you. He feels the need to remind you always how much you mean to him and how happy you make him feel.

"My little owl, so cute, so adorable~ I'll never leave you Darling~"

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Baron tries his best to keep you calm but you're just to fuckin adorable!

He's a cold hard assassin! Why is he smiling over weak little attempts to hurt him?!

Scolds you for rough housing but his heart breaks if you pout or if he hurts your feelings

Immediately says sorry and holds your hand tight to show he still loves you, he just doesn't wanna see you potentially hurt yourself.

If you're rough with anyone else, he's pulling you off and dragging you away whilst holding you in the tightest bear hug, his actions screaming out 'you're mine!'

Of course he denies it all, saying excuses like 'what if they think you wanna pick a fight?'

But you know he's just jealous that you're not giving him that attention.

Still doesn't tolerate bodyslams or bites but bear hugs, headbutts and squeezing his hand are highly appreciated. Highly

"How about we settle down now boss hm~? I'll run you a nice hot bath if you'd like~"

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Caspian is a wimpy little bitch and gets upset if you play fight with him.

He'll start whining for you to stop but like also whine if you stop giving him attention. (little shit)

Lives for your bear hugs! SQUEEZE HIM HARDER PLEASE!!!

Headbutts make him dizzy and otherwise just confused but he appreciates it and thinks you're trying to kiss him.

He'll pull you close and show you what a real kiss is like~

Bite him and he's flustered.

Like about to have a stroke and can't form a complete sentence flustered.

"Ohohoh~ Oh my~ H-how fascinating~!"

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Hallow loves playing! Wait what are you doi-

Gets the message (i think) and starts to play fight with you too, chasing you around the house and wrapping you up in his long arms to tickle you all over!

Pretends to be a scary monster and nuzzles his face into you once he catches you, imitating eating. That's what you get for trying to fight the big spooky Hallow!

Your headbutts and affections make him so happy he starts jingling from how much he's trying to hold back.

He loves roughing you up a bit too, but his little bops aren't so strong since he's made of cotton and love <3 <3 <3

If you're getting a bit too rough, he wraps you up and kisses you softly before letting you go once you calm down.

"You tired from lovin on me all day sweetie~? It's alright, I got a looooootta lovin left for you~!"

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Ashvan is terrified!

On one hand eeeeee so cute! He wants to return your affections so bad!!!

But also you might die???

He's a big guy, and he's aware of his size and strength, so he's pretty wary on how he handles you.

You're like a little porcelain doll to him! He'd be so sad if anything happened to you just because he wanted to express his love to you!

He loves your bops, but giving you a warm smile and a kiss is all he can do really.

He makes up for it in giving you gifts, helping around the infirmary, cuddling you at night, the little things.

He wished he was more gentle so he can do the things you do to him! He so wishes to hug you as hard as he can!

"S-so cute...I-I mean so uhm..strong and fierce haha! So not adorable and precious in every way possible! Yeah.."

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ferdieinceladoncity · 4 months

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Season one owen is like I need to put this guy in a trash compactor and season two owen is like he's still going in the compactor but I'm giving him a hug and a kiss about it first

#guess who just watched dead man walking #and cried when owen reassured the kid with leukemia that he wasnt going to let him die #and then cry-laughed when he fistfought a shitty cgi skeleton #torchwood #mine

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lavandula-ipsum · 3 months

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The rain will hide us

gif by @tatooineknights

Summary: Stranded on an unkown planet, you've fallen sick. Thankfully, Luke is there with you. However, you might not be the only one in need of care.

Wordcount: 2.3k

Tags: Luke Skywalker x GN!Reader, force sensitive reader, comfort, fluff, mentions of injuries, one-shot. Angst somehow got in.

The paleness of the morning starts to filtrate through the tent, drawing the dark little spots left by quiet raindrops. Their clatter serves as a gentle wake up call while, outside, an unexplored jungle sleeps.

“How are you feeling?” Before you can even shift in your sleeping bag, Luke has already turned his attention to you, lying a kind hand on your shoulder. For a second, you miss the times when you could have just watched him for a couple of minutes before choosing to signal that you’re awake.

Truth is you feel like shit. A trash compactor could have chewed and spit you out while you were unconscious for all you know. At the effort of answering his question, a raspy whine leaves your sore throat. “Better.”

He’s sitting next to you, not very convinced. There’s urgency tingling the tips of his fingers, you can feel it through the Force. “Is it okay if I check?”

An almost imperceptible shivery note haunts his voice. In the dark circles under his eyes you can sense a long and rough night. You nod. Even though you can feel the last remnants of sickness haven't completely faded from your exhausted body, the back of his hand is warm against your burning cheek and forehead. With an alleviated sigh, Luke finally lets his hand slide down your arm.

“You still have a fever, but it isn’t as high anymore.”

“What happened?”

“Do you remember the crash?”

“A little. I remember the battle, the evacuation when the ship went down.” The mission you embarked on seems to have failed spectacularly. You try to sweep away the thoughts of your fallen comrades, at least till you get back and get to know for sure how many of them are actually gone. “We got into the same escape pod and… this atmosphere messed with the navigation systems, I guess.” You grumble, rubbing the side of your head. “Why don’t I remember much after that?”

“You were trapped in the wreckage for a few minutes. I couldn’t take you out earlier. (Y/N), I’m so sorry. You got some cuts and superficial burns. Perhaps a broken rib.” Oh, so that’s what the bandages are for. And probably why you’ve been stripped down to your standard issue underwear. Suddenly, Luke avoids your gaze and an uncomfortable ripple flutters through the Force, but you’re too distracted frowning at the new scratch across his cheek.

“Did you get hurt?”

“No, I’m fine. But you… You were feverish the whole night.” He continues, bringing the med kit closer to show you a box of painkillers, an empty stim canister, an open tube of pomade, anxious to let you know everything he gave you while you were unconscious.

“It’s ok.” You set your hand over his to stop his nervous tinkering through the med kit. “I trust you, Luke. How many times have we done this? Tell me, what happened next?”

He licks his lips, then looks down at his hands. “You became really sick.”

“I’m sorry. I must have scared you. This is all my fault.” You groan before he can start giving you a thousand reasons why it isn’t. “It really is. I knew I was already sick before the mission. It was just a cold two days ago, but I guess it made me more vulnerable to whatever I caught here.”

Luke shifts closer to you, suddenly alarmed. “Why did you come to this mission then? Why didn’t you say anything?”

You remember those agonizing moments when he didn’t show up at the rendezvous point after the battle of Hoth, gone to Force knows where, while you were left alone wondering if he’d been killed. Turns out he’d just left on his own. It’s not as if he owed you any explanation, you were merely friends. He's fated to go out there and do things so far greater than anything having to do with you. So you tried to slap yourself out of this silly anxiety. After all, the others were gone with the Falcon too, and you had to resign yourself to the faith that they'd be alright.

And then Luke came back, his body battered and his spirit broken worse than you’d ever seen before or since.

Shyly, you slide your fingers out of your cover. He quickly holds them in between his palms. You’re sure the sky outside the tent would pale in comparison with the intensity of his tired gaze right now, glassy and blue. And yet, all you manage to conjure in response is a lie.

“I wanted to feel useful. The Rebellion needs all the hands it can get.”

If he realizes, he doesn’t say anything. He just leans in to warm your cold hand with his breath. Luke might not be a full Jedi just yet, but he can probably sense how tired you are of this game of claiming guilt for everything, of just rambling around the edges of what neither of you feel brave enough to say. He just knows you that inescapably well.

For now, the tent has become quiet, so quiet you can even hear him swallow. After a second of allowing yourself to stare at the muscles of his neck tense up and relax with the motion, you look down and sink your flaming face into the sleeping bag.

Against his advice, you sit up. The chill bites your exposed skin, setting a feverish tremor within your chest. However, you don’t let him make you settle back into the bedding.

“Can I say something without it turning into another exchange of apologies?” you ask. Noticing your sudden eagerness, he nods. However, his hands remain close, as if you were about to collapse. “Thank you for saving my life. Truly.”

He seems about to reply with some excuse, probably minimizing himself once again, but you raise a warning finger along with a threatening expression. It makes him laugh, brighter than he’s laughed in months. It lasts too little for your taste, but at least the smile lingers on his face.

“Ok, you win this one. Now, that pomade needs to be reapplied.”

After taking a panicked second to realize what he’s asking, you turn slightly so he can get better access to the burn, which covers the back of your shoulder and part of your right arm. Luke scooches closer till you’re basically sitting between his legs. You wonder if he notices his warmth setting you aflame, but he seems too busy readying the ointment to even look at you, his eyes half hidden under soft locks of weathered gold. However, a loaded silence falls in the tent, during which you feel the urge to cover your front with the sleeping bag.

“It’s gonna feel a little cold,” he warns before touching you, his voice barely audible.

You had already made up your mind to behave and not show any sign of discomfort, but you need to turn away to hide your face. Honestly, you’re not sure if it’s the painkillers or the surreal ambience around you, but you swear you’ve never been treated by gentler hands. As they work to spread the medicine, you hold yourself together barely enough to not just let go and plop yourself on his lap. You feel beyond beaten, and over your head a thick cloud keeps your judgment in a state of relaxed lethargy. Truth is his welcoming stance, along with the way his fingers caress your tender skin as he softly talks you through the process, isn’t helping your already lazy resolve.

“I’m so glad, it doesn’t seem like it got infected. I think there’s a chance it won’t leave a scar once we can get you proper treatment back in the fleet.”

You hum half heartedly in response, doing your best to join in the effort to evade the silence instead of entertaining the thought that you don’t actually want to go back. Because he wouldn’t be with you then. Luke has been avoiding the fleet since Bespin, and you've made up your mind to follow him for as long as he wants you around.

“Have you been awake the whole night? Meditating?”

“Not meditating. Standing guard.”

When he finishes up your new bandages, you hear the rustling of knots coming undone and, right after, you’re covered with Luke’s outer robe. Apparently, your top had to be cut off your body when he first tended to your wounds. As he helps drape the garment around your shoulders and slide your arms into the sleeves careful to not graze your wounds, the warmth it still bears surrounds you. Ah, it smells like him too.

Luke seems ready to offer an excuse to quiet your concerns over his lack of sleep, but it fizzles out before your demanding frown. A pained flare crosses behind his eyes as his Force signature heats up around you. He doesn’t mean to leave you out of his thoughts, he truly doesn’t. It’s just that lately they’ve been a mess not even he has felt ready to untangle. And, if he’s not ready to talk, you won’t push him. However, this silence is a little needle to your heart, and the jab reaches him when it becomes too painful for you to hide.

“I tried to meditate until I had to give up. I couldn’t find the peace for it. You were trembling and twisting in your sleep, burning with fever… mumbling things.”

“Were they embarrassing?” you joke, trying to lift the mood a little. However, instead of following you down that path, you feel a little tug. He’s lightly pulling at the edge of your sleeve, well, his.

“Don’t leave me. Please, stay.”

The pressure around your wrist makes it sound like an apology. Why? For letting you fall sick? For leaving you behind and going to Dagobah on his own? You’re getting tired of riddles, and you’re already trembling from the effort of sitting up straight. Your hand lands on his shoulder, a gesture that seems to finally break him out of his spiraling thoughts and look at you.

“And you did. You stayed.”

An exhalation later, you’re buried in his chest. It’s hard to tell who initiated the hug when you’re enthralled by how melting into each other makes everything else melt away. Luke’s hands travel down your hair, and you wonder when taking in this soothing became as easy as breathing. Well, not exactly. There needs to be a spell, a certain quietness to the air like the one flooding the tent right now. Melancholy is usually the trigger, the signature to the wordless contract between the two of you that grants you permission to indulge in this kind of comfort. Later you’d usually dream awake about it, lost in the memory of what feels forbidden during the daylight. It aches a little that at least one of you needs to be in some kind of pain to feel allowed this kind of intimacy.

A sigh brushes against your ear as Luke barely dares to talk in a whisper. “What if I can’t do this?”

“Don’t worry, the Rebellion knows we’re here, we’ll be out of here in no time…”

“Not that. It’s about-” The words get lost as they’re spilled from his lips. Luke lets out a shaky breath before sinking deeper into your hair. “Everything.”

“It’s okay. I understand.”

“You always do.”

“And listen, I truly believe there’s a special path ahead of you. A bright one. However, no matter what happens, even if things go wrong, I’ll be here. I mean- we all will. We’ll love you all the same.”

You nuzzle up closer against him, prompting a pleased sigh out of him.

“I’ve been leaning on you too much.”

You chuckle, “how so? You just saved me in, like, five different ways just during the last twelve hours.”

“What you do is way more difficult.”

A hand cradles your head close to his chest, while his other arm surrounds you. And, as the silence settles once again, you finally feel him relax around you as your hands travel up his back. Through his thin inner tunic, the heartbeat pressed against your cheek allows itself to slow down a little.

“You take a nap now. I’ll keep watch.”

“You’re hurt,” he complains. “And sick.”

“I’ll have a blaster at hand and wake you up as soon as I hear anything outside, I swear.” You hush him before he can complain. “Do I need you to remind you of your instruction, commander? If you don’t rest you’ll compromise the mission.”

“And what mission is that?”

“Get back to base, safe and sound. And stick together until then.”

Luke brushes your cheek with his thumb, as if to check again if your fever has gone down enough to leave the task to you. “Yeah, I might be able to do that.”

So you get back in the sleeping bag so as to not get cold, and he lays down over it next to you. He does so a bit skittish at first, so you interlock his fingers with yours and guide him down to the most comfortable spot, next to you. Soon, exhaustion defeats any remaining fear and Luke feels brave enough to wrap an arm around you. Soon, sleep has taken him.With your heart coming to a halt, you finally dare to take in his features. Even though a shadow of worry still darkens his brow, his features look softer than you’ve seen lately. It takes you back to those early days in the Rebellion when you weren’t nearly as close, but talking seemed easier. So you stay awake, treasuring every deep breath and the faint rainfall in the background, until the distant buzz of the Millennium Falcon fades the spell away.

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#my writing #star wars fanfiction #star wars fic #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #gn reader #hurt/comfort #yearning and longing #one shot #f/o #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader

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callmearcturus · 10 months

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good morning, i am once again thinking about Ethan being deaf after Fallout. fully deaf in his left ear and HOH in the right.

I feel like it actually takes him a little bit to realize its happened. we know he reads lips and is good enough to read lips in other languages, he's very skilled. while he's laid up and is on the good drugs that make everything floaty, he looks at people when they're talking to him, and because he remembers their voices and can read their expressions so well, he... feels like he can hear them.

his brain has the facts (how does luther sound when he frowns like that, how whispery ilsa's normal register is, etc) so when he reads their lips, he just hears a phantom of what they're saying.

then Luther mentions that Benji's voice sounds awful, and Ethan is confused because, one: he didn't notice that?, and two: why would Benji's voice sound awful. Luther looks at Ethan like he's an idiot (affectionate) and asks how he didn't notice Benji sounds like his larynx was put through a trash compactor.

only then does Ethan look around and focus on the things around him that would make noise, and goes holy shit, I'm deaf. and immediately wants to talk to Benji but also needs to talk to Julia ASAP, because he thinks the helicopter crashes and the exposure and Everything may have done something to his hearing

#mission impossible #ethan hunt

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bettyfrommars · 1 year

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Caught in a Corner

Billy Hargrove x fem reader

🖤18+Only, pls no minors, oneshot, smut, masturbation, fingering, squirting, public sex, dirty talk, hint of non-con in the beginning, cheating (not on reader) WC: 1.3k

**You and Billy Hargrove have history. The two of you had a situationship for a few months—it was the best sex of your life. But Billy was never one to commit, and you met someone who was, so you ended things with him. You’ve been with your new partner for a few weeks now—they treat you good and things are going great. But an unsuspected run-in with Billy turns your world on its head.

Even in the dimly lit theater, you knew it was him---you know every inch of Billy Hargrove by heart. You freeze abruptly on the way down the side aisle to find a seat, the popcorn bucket about to drop from the crook of your arm, and your partner squeezes your hand, a look of concern on their face.

“Are you okay?” They ask, noticing your rigid stance.

Billy isn’t alone either. He’s with a woman you don’t recognize, he has his arm around her, and her head is on his shoulder. As you stand there dumbstruck, caught between leaving and staying, Billy turns and looks at you over his shoulder from a row of seats on the other side of the theater. At first, his expression is nondescript; eyes bored and jaw muscles flexing as he chews his gum, that little earring dangling from one ear. But when he sees you---God, when he sees you—his face lights up, and a coy grin kicks up on one side of his mouth.

“Fuck,” you say out loud, accidentally, turning your back to him and handing the popcorn to your partner. “I’ll be...I’ll be right back. I need...I don’t feel…I’m just…find us seats, okay? I just need a second.”

You need air. Suddenly, it feels like the collar of your t-shirt is choking you, and your ears are ringing.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Your partner asks, concerned.

“NO!” You bark. “I mean, no, thank you. Sorry. Just give me…” You don’t want them to worry, but you can’t even finish, it feels like you’re in the Star Wars trash compactor and the walls are closing in.

You take off toward the exit, too afraid to look back. Finally, out in the hallway, you fall back against the wall, trying to steady your breathing, closing your eyes. You knew you'd run into him eventually; you just weren't ready for it to happen this soon.

You live in a small town, and there are only 3 movies showing; each has their own small, dark alcove entrance that are cut back from the hallway. The other movies have been in progress for a while, and from where you stand trying to gain composure in the hallway, you can hear the first trailer start up for the movie you came to watch. After a sip from the water fountain, you reach your arm out to open the theater door, telling yourself to stop letting him affect you.

But then Billy is there in the darkness of the alcove. He pulls you back against him, into the shadow of the corner, and you yelp, but he puts his hand over your mouth.

You could struggle, but you don’t. My god, he smells so good…. In one effortless movement, he unzips your jeans and sticks his hand down to curl his fingers on your clit over your underwear. You squirm a little bit, but, fuck...he knows what you like.

“I miss this sweet cunt,” he hisses into your ear.

Your eyes roll back in your head a little, but then you come to your senses, and start to wiggle away; someone could come down the hallway or out of the theater door any second and see you in a state of undress.

But he starts moving the pads of his fingers in circles on you, in just the right spot, while he flicks the tip of his tongue on your neck, sucking and nibbling at your flesh. You melt against him all of a sudden, your defenses falling, reaching your arm back to grab his neck and pull him closer to you.

Inside the theater, you hear the movie blaring, and all you can think about is how good it would feel if Billy’s thick cock was fucking your ass right now while he worked your clit.

He slides a finger into your mouth, and you suck on it, moaning, your pelvis twitching. And then he moves that hand down to squeeze your breast and pinch your nipple through your t-shirt. The thought of someone coming around the corner and seeing you right now is sending you over the edge in a way you never knew it would.

“Look how fucking wet you get for me,” he hisses again, his cock dripping precum inside his jeans; the need to put his seed inside of you making him ache. “You want to cum for me, don’t you?”

You nod and whimper, your legs getting weak. He moves his fingers from your breast up to your throat, cupping it and squeezing just enough while the hand down the front of your jeans works you into a frenzy, the speed increasing. You push your jeans down a bit more, aching for him to keep going.

He holds you up as you start to tremble, whimpering, on the edge.

“You gonna make a mess for me?” His lips are pressed against your ear.

“Uh huh,” you can barely make words. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum so….”

He grips your throat a little tighter. In a flash, he bends down a bit to get the right angle, and his lower hand bypasses your underwear, dipping down to your wet heat, and his fingers slip into your soaking wet hole. He curls his middle and index fingers inside of you, and starts to fuck the orgasm out of you, his hand jack-hammering, the contact making a wet slapping sound, the muscles in his forearm bulging. You release a strangled cry, sinking back against him, your body trembling. You’re whimpering, “fuck...baby...fuck...fuck you…” His hand moves faster in and out of your hole, messy wet sounds getting louder, but you don’t care about any of that anymore…

Your head snaps back and your body jerks, going blind, and he continues to fuck you as cum soaks your underwear and your jeans, dripping down, squirting onto the carpet of the alcove. “That’s my girl, that’s my fucking dirty girl,” he growls. His fingers come out of you to keep rubbing your clit, making sounds like a flat hand smacking a pool of water, forcing another few bursts of cum out of you. You flail against him, turning your head so that his lips can find yours. He kisses you deep, moaning against your mouth, his hand staying to slip down along your folds to feel your cum.

A few minutes later, you’re in the restroom with your hands braced on the row of sinks, staring at yourself in the mirror. You tried your best with paper towels, but there is a huge, visible wet stain on your jeans – it looks like you lost control of your bladder. Your underwear were too soaked, they had to be thrown away. After a minute of contemplation, you decide to go back into the theater and sit with your partner for the rest of the movie like nothing happened. You’ll tell them that you got a drink and spilled it, and that’s what took you so long.

Throughout the movie, you can feel Billy's eyes on you, and you don't know if you'll ever be able to quit him.

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#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #dacre montgomery #fem reader #one shot #billy hargrove oneshot

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anakinskywalker97 · 3 months

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Trash Compactor pt. 2

Anakin x Padawan Reader

Part One

Summary: the reader struggles to find a way to reach that same level of pleasure and release, with no other option she returns to her master for help. Anakin's POV - if this does well I'll do another part from the reader's pov where she loses her virginity. I also love how this turned into a smut slow burn - 3063 words yikes

Warnings: orgasms, blow jobs, fingering, kissing - Anakin has trauma from a toxic relationship implied abuse -( reader is legal and only a few years younger than Anakin)

Anakin could feel your body trying to cope over the next few days. During the day you were your usual determined and ambitious self - at night, however, he could feel your desire. Burning heat surrounding you, he could feel it reach towards him brushing the edges of his mind before you would be overcome with frustration and your mind would shut down. Your thoughts seemed to gravitate only towards him as you tried to pleasure yourself. A thought that forced his hard cock into his hand as he lay in bed trying to sleep.

It took you three nights like this before the episode was followed by a knock at his door. He opened it not moving from his spot in his bed. He stayed focused on the data pad in his hands knowing perfectly well why you were here.

He wanted it to be about something else. That you had nightmares or doubts about the war, something within his boundaries of being your master.

The door shut and you walked through his compartment. The feeling in your stomach moved from hopeful to embarrassment and shame. Something hot twisted in his chest at the thought of treating you that way.

He looked up at your flushed face and wet eyes and he immediately wanted to help.

He put the datapad down on his side table and crossed his arms, studying you closely. He knew you hated it when he did that, he didn't want you to feel the way he was made to feel so often but he also needed it to come from you. You needed to ask and pursue him, he wouldn't invite this out of his respect for you.

Please

Please what?

Help me with this - even when speaking through the bond your voice was desperate. He could feel how overwhelmed you were and it hurt his heart to see you that way.

“Alright. Come here” He motioned for you to come onto the bed. You wasted no time. You climbed on the bed straddling his hips. His arms wrapped around you and he let you use his body to grind against. You were so overcome with need that you had no shame. His cock ached painfully under your hips. He would lose his control if this kept up for much longer.

Let me show you

He pushed you down into the bed next to him. Something flashed in your eyes and he wanted more than anything to be rough with you. See how far he could push you. He pushed those thoughts from his mind and tried to focus on teaching you what you needed so they could move past this.

He lay on his side with his arm propping up his head. His other hand moved to your stomach. He brushed his fingers across the flesh above the top of your Pajama shorts.

Can I touch you?

You nodded, the tension in your body was unlike anything Anakin had ever seen before. He dipped his fingers under the waistband of your shorts. He could feel your anticipation deep in his own gut. Your breath was shaky and your eyes closed. He parted your folds and slipped his index finger over your swollen clit. The bond between you was inescapable. Your pleasure ran through him. He brushed against your clit in a rhythmic motion, letting it build up inside you. When he could feel what you wanted getting closer, your body shaking again, he stopped.

Now you do it

You shook your head. He hated it when you were difficult in training. This was a million times worse. He needed you to do this to preserve what was between them. He got up on his knees and pulled your shorts off. You clamped your legs together in embarrassment and he pulled them apart, moving between your legs. He looked down at your core and moaned.

Touch yourself - he ordered you harshly and he watched how that only made you slip away further. You knew from training that he would hold you there until you did what he wanted.

He watched your slender fingers move down into the wet mess on display for him. Your fingers moved along your clit and he watched as your jaw clenched and your legs tensed. He could see you trying but something was preventing your body from releasing.

Good girl. - He praised you and watched the words ripple through your body and mind. - Let go for me, you can do it

I cant

He could feel that you genuinely wanted to but couldn't finish. He let out a heavy sigh. His fingers pushed yours out of the way and the pleasure bond between them grew taught again. His fingers brushed your clit with rhythmic precision and he watched your legs clamp around him. You held your breath on and off and he wondered if you would enjoy his hand around your throat. When your hips began to buck he pushed your legs open even farther. If he couldn't be in you, he could at least watch the show.

Your body finally found release at his touch and you put on a beautiful display for him. Your hole clenching around nothing, back arched, chest heaving. He kept touching you until tears filled your eyes and your hand grabbed his trying to pull it away.

Better? - He wondered if you would have a moment of clarity on the situation. You only cried, he could tell it was not from negative feelings or pain. It was just the release working its way through your tightly wound body. He could hardly send you back to your room like this, he couldn't stand the thought of being away from you when you cried. Where Obi-Wan would leave him to soothe his own emotions he always wanted to run at yours head first, like his presence could make their passage through your body easier.

He got up and felt the fear rip through you. He used the force to press you back into the bed, his presence calming you. He came back with a warm washcloth and carefully washed you. He would also probably need a few minutes in the bathroom to take care of the ache in his cock, but he could feel how badly you wanted him at your side. He sighed and got them both settled into bed. Sleep found you quickly tucked against his side. Knowing he could sense when you were awake he used his free hand to stroke himself into a release, cleaning it off with the used washcloth.

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Anakin figured you would be set. You knew where to touch and what worked for you. He could resume his job, although haunted by the images he now had burned into his mind. You were smart and they continued on as they normally did throughout the day. Training was hard as it required close proximity and occasional touches. He watched you push it down and focus.

It took you two nights before he felt you move down the hall to his room. No shame this time, only need. He sat down on the edge of the bed facing the window, he felt you come sit next to him.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but we can’t keep going like this.” He said seriously, scanning you for every emotion.

“I know, I feel like if we don’t do more I’m going to lose myself in it.” You whispered looking out the window. “I get why it’s frowned upon. Every thought I have is secondary to you. You're constantly on my mind.”

“If we do more, it will only get worse.”

“Master, I’m not sure this is the usual way people feel.” Your cheeks turned pink.

“It’s the force bond.” He said. “You and I have always felt things in unison.”

“I’m not so sure of that either. There is no information on force relationships. But the force just keeps driving me towards you. I think it’s beyond us or The Order.”

He thought about your words for a long while. He knew it was eating you just as badly as it was him. He had no one to ask, so he laid back on the bed and cleared his mind. Once he left the attachments of the world behind him he could feel everything pulling him towards you. He groaned. He felt your fingers brush along the muscles of his abdomen. He grabbed your wrist and moved your hand away. Rejection pulsed through you and he felt suffocated by all these emotions.

“I won’t take from you.” The words were out of his mouth before he had fully realized what they meant. Still holding your hand he let you in on his stream of thought. The feeling that was holding him back crashed over him as he realized where it had originated from. Padme. She would take whatever she wanted from him whenever she wanted it. He liked finally feeling wanted and needed. The Jedi had been so cold to him, and Obi-Wan often sided with them. She didn’t want him to be the chosen one, she just wanted his body and he was young enough to think it was love. Pain coursed through his chest before he felt your love press against him. He wouldn't treat you that way, he wouldn't abuse someone younger and less powerful than he was.

You would never- Your voice rang through his head with an eerie and cold tone. He felt the faith you had in him and it gripped him tightly. But you didn't know in which all the ways he wanted you.

Please - your eyes got wide as you begged and he sighed knowing that he would never be strong enough to turn you away.

Yes - Once the thought had reached you he felt a weight lift off his chest. He would let you touch him, but nothing more than that till he figured things out. He felt your hands pull down the waistband of his boxers. He laid on his back and put his arms behind his head. He wouldn't walk you through this, he would simply enjoy what you wanted to give him.

You cautiously weighed his cock in your hands. Pleasure ripped through him when you loosely dragged your fingertips along the dark purple vein running along the bottom. He wondered how you both would even manage to have sex.

You kicked off your clothes and he watched feeling already like this might be heading a step farther than he wanted to go. You sat on your knees at the side of his hip and continued to stroke him. It took you a while to get it but eventually, your fingers loosely curled around him and ran up and down slowly.

He relaxed into the feeling and could feel the content pride radiating off of you. Your touch started to break apart his argument, you were only three years younger than him. You were 25 and while innocent he certainly couldn't manipulate you without you feeling it. Everything between you was shared and he didn't feel anything evil.

A wet sensation pulled him from his thoughts and he pushed himself up onto his forearms. You’d taken the head of his cock in your mouth, the heat and texture alone made him want to cum. He was going to pull you off but he could feel your curiosity and didn't want to shame you. You tried to fit more and more of him into your mouth, and he trailed his hand along the curve of your ass. Despite being able to feel your emotions he ran his fingers down your slit to see if you were enjoying yourself.

You gasped and choked on him. The sensation was blissful and he watched your flushed face recover and try again. He laid back and enjoyed the added pleasure he felt from the bond as he stroked your folds. You were wet and swollen, he avoided your clit thinking you probably had enough going on at the moment. You tried to sort out what you wanted to do with his cock in your mouth, you gave a suck and his hips bucked involuntarily.

Sorry - But he could feel you take his momentary lapse of control as a personal victory. You tried to suck while taking him deeper, the head of his cock flirting with your gag reflex.

He pushed his fingers a little deeper and found your entrance. He teased the opening with the tp of his index finger, he could feel you try to will the force to pull him inside you. He forgot himself for a moment and landed a hard slap on your ass. Pleasure ran through you and you pulled off him to lay your head on his stomach for a moment, breathing heavily. He waited for your response but you just tried even harder to get him down your throat.

He found your hole again and pressed against the flesh barrier he vowed not to take. He would try to keep that promise, at least until they have themselves a bit more sorted out. He couldn't survive being something you regretted. He pressed the tip of his finger inside you, then began to push farther. There was a darkness in him that enjoyed the fact that he was the only one to touch you here. His body was the first to enter yours. He was the only person to bring you pleasure.

He pressed his finger inside you, finally all the way in. Your walls fluttered at the intrusion then clamped around him tightly when he curled his finger to find the spot he was looking for.

He felt his cock push into your throat and he fought hard to keep still. You really shouldn't be pushing yourself this hard. All that radiated off of you was bliss so he let the more selfish parts of him win.

He stroked that part inside you, eventually making you stretch around two fingers. Your throat and pussy would constrict at the same time, pushing more of your wetness dripping down his hand and wrist.

You were learning how to breathe, and how to manage a rhythm without choking yourself. He groaned again and the sound shook through you. He could feel that you were close so he pressed on, wanting to bring you over the edge. You still wouldn't give up his cock, pushing him deep inside you, gagging and pulsing around him. When your body started to tense up around his fingers, your orgasm pulled him in. He lost all control with you and felt himself cum down your throat. You blacked out for a moment and he pulled your head up. You started to cough hard and he gave you the glass of water from the side table. He ran a hand through his hair, hoping you weren't injured. The last thing he wanted was to try and explain why his Padawan had a bruised esophagus at 3am.

You looked at him with bright, hazy eyes. You were still so wrapped up in pleasure, so vulnerable in his lap. He carried you into the bathroom and sat you on the toilet while he looked for an extra toothbrush. You were so unbelievably pliable and obedient like this. You brushed your teeth and did as he wanted you to.

They got into bed and he pulled you in against his chest tightly.

Master?

Yes? - He should have known it wouldn't be that easy.

Will you kiss me? - Your words hit him like a starfighter blast. He hadn't seriously let you blow him without ever kissing you. His guilt ran through him, and thoughts of being compared to his former lover started to eat him.

Please? - those eyes were back.

I’m sorry that I - He was at a loss for words.

Please never apologize for the stuff we do - You stretched against him clearly enjoying the feeling of your released muscles. His hand gripped the back of your neck and your eyes flared.

Look at me like that and we won’t ever leave the bed

Good

He brushed his lips against yours softly. Your pulse quickened and you tried to kiss him back the best you could.

I think I’ll have to practice - he felt your embarrassment radiate off of you and he laughed.

Best kiss of my life. Don’t worry I’ll help you get the hang of it. - He let you kiss him till you were tired out. Then you both clung to the few hours of sleep left available before the day started.

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caracalsimp · 10 months

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Montgomery Gator x Reader Headcanons

After everyone voted for Monty, here I go with Monty x Reader headcanons! Hope you guys will enjoy! (helps me cope with the fact that I can't draw FNAF stuff yet because artfight aaaa!)

Monty is probably the most protective of ALL the glamrocks with you (even more protective that Freddy is). You are his precious little thing, and will jealously keep you away from others if people try to get a bit too close to you (to his taste, which happens often... like, a lot often). He trusts you 100% of course, it's OTHERS he doesn't trust.

Monty doesn't like talking about how much he loves you (he think it's way too cheesy and dumb) but will definitely try his best to show it to you through actions, mostly through his protective instincts and will always fight for you if you need him.

Monty will ALWAYS display affection when you two are in public... in his own way. He wants to remember everyone who you belong to, and if people try to get you behind his back, he will throw their lifeless body into the trash compactor, where they belong. You find it cute in some way that he gets jealous and protective that much, but you're sometimes scared he will definitely crush somebody just for your sake (didn't happened yet, but you definitely know it could.)

Whenever Monty is experiencing really strong anger issues and his destructive instincts takes over, he just shuts down and isolates himself. It worries you when it's happening and you want to ease his mind, but he's just so afraid to hurt you by accident that he prefers not to be around you when he's in that state and struggle to calm down. Just the thought about accidentally hurting you would crush his soul into thousands of pieces.

Although, when he feels anger rises inside him and that you're around, he definitely reaches out to you. He likes to ask for pat pats on his head and will softly starts growling when he feels your touch, because it relaxes him deeply. However, he will only ask this when you two are alone. He doesn't assume really well when he becomes lovey-dovey that way, and will definitely kill the person who would make fun of him for this.

Monty is rather ambivert with you. Sometimes he wants to do activities outside with you by your side and will mostly let you choose which activities to do together, and sometimes he'd rather just stay with you and either play video games, watching some horror movies or simply cuddle on the couch while slowly asleep in your arms.

Monty hates whenever you're feeling any kind of negative emotion or when bad stuff happens to you. He doesn't know how to react when that occurs, and he will definitely hunt down whoever puts the only person who accepts him the way he his until he finds them and kill them. No one has the right to make you feel this way under his watch. NO ONE. And it's no use to keep to yourself the name of the person, Monty will find it no matter what. Even when you try to hide your negative feelings, Monty will sense it.

He doesn't show it at all but Monty has a hard time to understand how could someone like you could fall in love with him. He feels so grateful that there's finally a person out there that just doesn't see him as an angry alligator monster, and he feels pretty insecure about this, secretly being scared that you're one day gonna see him that way. He can sometimes hears from guests that you shouldn't date Monty because of his strong anger issues, and when that happens, he feels even more insecure. You tried multiple times to reassure him that you won't leave, but he still have his inner demon haunting him once in a while. He doesn't like talking about it for too long though, emotional conversations are not his thing at all.

Monty likes to rest his head on your neck, wrapping his arms around you from behind and keep you close to him while slightly growling. He also likes to softly nibble your neck, but his biting always remains gentle, he would never brutally bite you at full force... unless you ask him :))

You absolutely love stealing his sunglasses to wear them. And he absolutely love whenever you steal his glasses to wear them. You're the only person he allows that.

And that's pretty much it~

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nyxistyxi · 4 months

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Saudade - Sun x Moon Drabble

I know there's a bunch of theories for why there are all those dismantled STAFF bots in Sun and Moon's room, but I wanted a more wholesome reason. Enjoy~

It wasn’t easy being in love with someone you couldn’t touch, but that didn’t mean Sun wasn’t going to give it his all. The joy Moon brought to his life far outweighed the yearning he felt to touch him, hold him in his arms. Neither celestial bot held out hope that Fazbear Entertainment would separate them, even if the benefits would out way the initial cost. They had to create a place for their love as they were and let it grow in the body they shared. They found ways to show their affection to each other, even if they couldn’t occupy the same physical space.

Moon started the gift giving, finding things while out on patrol and leaving little surprises for Sun to wake up to when he shifted. Sun responded in kind, while he wasn’t able to leave the daycare, he was able to create little trinkets and decorations for his love, he was a master at arts and crafts after all.

It was no secret they were neglected compared to the Glamrocks, their room was barren of furniture, a dilapidated storage space at best. But soon the little testaments of each other's affections made the space a home, Moon even dragged home some scrapped shelves from the trash compactor to display their tokens.

Sun, in turn, stripped the rooms of all scrap, creating a clean canvas for them to work with. One day when Moon transformed, he was met with a giant nest, consisting of bedding and pillows from the daycare. Sun had explained that he needed a place to relax after his long shifts patrolling the Plex. Moon made sure all the children were rested during nap time, and it was his turn to be coddled. The lunar bot would have cried at the gesture if he was able. Over time the room became a safe haven for the couple, a space for them where they could just be, without their duties to the Pizzaplex.

It wasn’t that he was unsatisfied in their relationship, but the longer they were together the worse his longing became. It wasn’t enough to just feel Moon’s presence in his mind as he held himself close, he wanted Moon’s hands around him. Sun was never one to give up, he was going to find a way for them to be together.

Moon noticed Sun was cutting him off from accessing his optic feed for longer than usual. It wasn’t abnormal for either bot to do that, it usually meant they were working on a surprise for the other, but Sun was barely around in his free time, and when he was distracted. Sun avoided giving him a concrete answer when questioned about it, and Moon tried not to be worried about it, but he was alone except for Sun, he wouldn’t survive being completely alone.

Sun knew he didn’t have much time before Moon tried to force himself out, his lover was worried about him, but he just needed more time. In their spare room, STAFF bots were split open, their wiring on display and parts strewn about.

One bot remained pristine, its chest cavity cracked open slightly with its machinery exposed. It was delicately painted, a detailed rendition of Sun’s crescent moon adorned its face, and metal plates were adhered to its head in a mock rendition of his rays. The whole bot was painted pale yellow and sported wrist bells and little buttons and ruffles. All of his arts and crafts experience paid off, it looked like a little Sun.

The solar bot had been working tirelessly, manic in his quest to finally embrace his lover. If he could connect himself to the STAFF bots wiring, control its movements, then there was a possibility that he could control the bot while Moon was out. There were times when the other forced themselves out, despite the lighting state, and once where they managed to both be out at the same time. He was sure if he had another body to control this would work, he just needed to find the right combination of wires.

Just when he was ready to give up for the night, he felt something, like a tingle but from outside his body. Looking intently at the STAFF bot he tried zeroing in on the sensation, gasping when the bot moved one of its fingers. Overjoyed, Sun made sure to note the combination of wires before crawling back into the main room, he would have to continue later, Moon was going to come out soon.

The next few days Sun seemed to be back to his excitable self, if not more manic than usual. Moon was still unable to see what Sun was doing after the daycare closed, but he was more talkative during that time and the lunar bot’s anxieties started to lessen. Before he could switch out for the first time that night, Sun spoke up, softly calling out to him “Moonie?”

Moon did not like the hesitancy in his voice, but tried not to let it affect him, “What is it, Sunshine?” There wasn’t a lot he could do to comfort his counterpart in their headspace, but he found if he manipulated his processors just right, it felt like a slight weight in the back of Sun’s head. Sun had come to recognize that feeling as a reassurance, Moon was telling him he was here, as much as he could be.

“I know I’ve been distant, I didn’t mean to be, but there is something I’ve been working on.” His visual sensors were still cut off, but Moon could hear Sun moving around their room, rearranging things if he had to guess. “I knew you had some sort of secret. I’m not saying you’re not entitled to your privacy, but you shut me out, Sunshine.” Moon was worried more than angry, having Sun suddenly become reclusive scared him more than anything.

“I’m sorry I kept it from you Moonlight, I couldn’t tell you though, I didn’t want to get your hopes up if it fell through.” There was a thunk of something heavy being set down, whatever Sun had kept hidden from him was involved, what could he possibly have gotten his hands on that was so heavy? “I know I worried you, but I promise you that it was worth it.” He reassured, sitting down in their nest and holding his hands in his lap.

Moon checked the time, less than a minute left until power cycling, whatever Sun had been doing was important enough he actually kept a secret from him. While it unnerved him, he couldn’t deny he was a little excited. “You know I can never stay upset with you, Sunshine. Just tell me next time, okay? We can shoulder the disappointment together. Promise me.”

“I promise.” Sun murmured, lights going out and pushing him back into his headspace. Moon’s vision faded into the sight of his hands clasped together, Sun often did that before they shifted, arranged his body in a way that was embracing Moon in some way so he ‘woke up’ to Sun’s touch. Moon smiled at the gesture, it always made him feel cared for. Remembering the surprise he looked around the room, immediately met with a STAFF bot that appeared to have been made to look like Sun. “Is this what you’ve been working on, Sunshine?” he questioned, walking over and inspecting the bot. The detail work was beautiful. Besides being made to look like Sun, there were little stars, hearts and moons in different phases painted all over the bot. In its cupped palms was a letter, with detailed instructions on how to hook his own wiring up to the bot.

“I know it’s crazy, but if you hook yourself up to it, I can control it while you’re out. We can finally be out together, touch each other, hold each other.” Sun’s voice was soft inside his head and Moon stared at the bot in bewilderment. So that’s why Sun had made the STAFF bot look like himself, so it was like Moon was really touching him. He had long given up on being able to hold his lover, resigned to a life apart, like a piece of glass was always separating them. Never in his wildest dreams would have thought it possible, he was at a loss for words. “Sun… I don’t know what to say.”

The sound of Sun’s laughter in his head never sounded so beautiful, ringing clear like a bell, “Then don’t say anything! Hook me up already.” He urged. Moon hastily opened his chest compartment and that of the bot, carefully but swiftly hooking the wires up according to the instructions. If he breathed, he would have been holding his breath, eyes scanning the bot for any movement.

Slowly the bot started to twitch, disjointed movements becoming more coordinated before slowly the bot turned to meet his eyes. “Hello Moonbeam.” The voice coming from the bot wasn’t Sun’s, but Moon could have cared less, it was him. He was talking to him. Moon wished he could cry to expel this swelling feeling in his chest. With a shaking hand he reached out, cradling the bot- No, Sun’s cheek. “Hello, Sunshine.” He cooed, for once the static grin on his face felt accurate, the joy that bubbled up inside of him drove his processors into overdrive, a loud hum emitting from his chassis.

Sun couldn’t contain himself, reaching out and pulling Moon into a tight embrace. It had worked, they were finally together, in the same room. The STAFF bots sensors were far more limited than his own, but he could feel the pressure of Moon’s grip around him and melted into the touch. “I love you so much.” He pulled back, staring in wonder at his love’s face, he never thought he would see him from this perspective. Moon leaned down, pressing his faceplate to Sun’s in an approximation of a kiss, “And I you, Sunshine. You are the light in my sky, burning bright to guide my way. I would be lost without you.” He confessed, nuzzling his face into Sun’s. Taking his hand, he led them both to their nest, both resting in each other’s embrace for the rest of the night.

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artiststarme · 1 year

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Strike!

Based on an ask from @lumoschild. I know this isn't quite the prompt you shared but I hope you like it regardless! Please leave your thoughts in the comments below!

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As soon as Steve woke up, he knew it was going to be a good day. The sunlight was streaming in through the shades of his window and Eddie was laying in his arms lightly snoring with drool dripping from one side of his open mouth. The image should’ve been disgusting, Eddie looked like a disgruntled furball and sounded like a trash compactor with morning breath that threatened to singe his nose hairs. But Steve had never felt so grounded, so sure that something was right. Steve was looking forward to a quiet day cuddling his boyfriend in bed and taking advantage of their first day off of work all week. Nothing could go wrong.

As soon as he had that thought, he mentally kicked himself. He should know better than to tempt the universe by now. After everything that had happened over the years, one would assume that he would refrain from tempting fate. As such, the doorbell rang and shocked both him and Eddie.

Eddie’s snores cut off immediately and he sat up in bed with a hoarse, “who the fuck is that?”

“I don’t know. Stay here, I’ll get rid of them. If it’s the kids, I might literally kill them.” Steve pulled the warm and comfortable covers off his legs and started searching for a pair of jeans. He could only find Eddie’s but he was just going to deal with it, whoever wanted to disturb him at 11 AM on a Saturday didn’t deserve to see him in jeans that weren’t torn to shreds.

Eddie plopped back onto the pillow face first and groaned. “I’ll help. Come back quick.”

Steve chuckled slightly before the doorbell rang again. “Son of a bitch! I’m coming, Jesus Christ.”

He didn’t get a chance to pull on a shirt between the annoyance, feeling tired, and getting distracted by Eddie’s sleepy voice. It was probably some neighbor being nosy or some boy scouts trying to sell popcorn or something. Needless to say, he wasn’t expecting to see Hopper standing outside his door.

“Hey kid, morning! I’ve decided that you’re coming with us for bowling today. Let’s go,” Hopper said without waiting for a reply.

“Wha- um no. Look, I’m flattered but I have plans today. Maybe next time,” Steve said apologetically.

“Steve, you’re coming. I don’t care if I have to kidnap your ass, you’re coming bowling with us whether you like it or not.”

“Hop, what the hell? Why is kidnapping your answer for everything? That’s not normal, you might need to go to therapy or something. Maybe do that instead of bowling,” he shifted to

close the door and escape this conversation but unfortunately, that brought Hopper’s attention to his clavicle.

“Wait a second, Harrington. Are those hickies?” He asked in a puzzled tone.

“Woah hey, that’s quite an accusation! Even if they are, it’s none of your business,” Steve shifted more behind the door to hide his rapidly flushing chest.

“Are they not? I didn’t know you were seeing someone, why didn’t you bring them to the family dinner on Wednesday?”

“Look, I’m uncomfortable with this conversation. Can we please not talk about this?” Steve begged him. Good god, if Hopper tried to give him the sex talk, he might actually die of embarrassment.

“Why are you being secretive? I’m just trying to be involved in your life. Tell me who you’re seeing!”

Eddie chose that moment to climb down the stairs. He appeared behind Steve’s shoulder with a cheeky, “you called?”

Steve thought Hopper might be having a stroke. His eyebrow spasmed as he took in Steve in Eddie’s jeans and Eddie in Steve’s polo. He jerked his eyes back to Steve and bellowed, “Eddie Munson?! You’re seeing Eddie Munson?!”

“Hey! You don’t give this much crap to El and she’s dating Mike Wheeler. Eddie’s a lot better than Mike Wheeler!” Steve defended.

“Munson’s a drug dealer!” Hopper yelled in response.

Eddie and Steve spoke at the same time.

“Allegedly!”

“He’s retired!”

They both looked at each other for a moment. Those were two rather conflicting answers they gave there…

Hopper just sighed, deeply. “Look, the kids really want you to come with us to bowling. Munson can come too, I guess. Go get dressed and no funny business!”

Both boys looked at each other again and shrugged. Hey, it worked for them and it seemed that Hopper was taking this well. So, they both got dressed and brushed their teeth and hair in a hurry. When they got back downstairs, Hopper glared at the two of them.

“Let’s go, we’re on a time limit. I was supposed to be back with you half an hour ago.”

“Well now Eddie is coming too so it’ll be a good surprise. They won’t even notice that you’re late.” Steve told him placatingly.

“Oh, Eddie was a surprise alright,” He muttered and glared at him once again. Steve was right, he was better than Mike Wheeler but not by much.

They met the others at the bowling alley to find them all ready to play with their bowling shoes on and all. Jonathan and Joyce were fiddling with a plate of wings, El was staring hard at her watch, and Will was glancing at Steve and Eddie in confusion. He nudged El who narrowed her eyes upon visage of them.

“You are late. You were supposed to be here at 11:45 but it is 12:15,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Don’t blame me, kid. This is all on Steve.”

“What?! No! I didn’t even know you guys had plans to go bowling today, you kidnapped me again! And Eddie too!” He defended himself.

Joyce smiled over at them when she heard his defensive rants. “Hello boys, are you ready to play?”

“Of course, Mrs. Byers. I brought my A-game and my good luck charm,” he boasted while looking at Steve. Steve blushed in response and he thought he heard Hopper gag at his words.

“Bring it,” Jonathan challenged him.

They had a great time bowling as a family. Eddie did indeed win to the surprise of everyone there. Hopper was boisterous in his claims of cheating and bowling integrity but everyone just laughed it off. Steve tried not to notice El wiping her nose after his turns or Eddie slipping her a few dollars when they were leaving the alley.

After dinner that night, Hopper pulled Steve aside to let him know that he supported him dating Eddie and that he would support him in everything he did. He took news of Steve being bisexual surprisingly well and Steve felt lucky he had a dad like him that would accept him no matter what.

(He did pull Eddie aside later to tell him if he ever saw another hickey on his son, there would be hell to pay. But other than that, he took the news very well.)

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