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luveline · 8 days

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omg i love ur pregnant reader x hotch esp the flangsty ones…

maybe him and reader get into a little argument and the fighting plus the hormones plus the constant discomfort makes her leave to stay at a friend’s house for “space” (maybe someone in the bau hehe) then he shows up and grovels and they kiss and make up <333

ty for requesting! —hotch and pregnant!reader make up after a fight (neither being quite as mad as they’d claimed).

“Your boyfriend’s outside.”

You raise your tired head from the couch cushion. “Who?”

Morgan grins at you. “Hotch, mama. He’s at the door.”

Hotch is your husband, not your boyfriend. You’ve got the ring to prove it.

“You didn’t let him in?”

“He said you might not want to see him.”

You want to see Hotch more than you’ve ever wanted to see another person. It is absolute torture to be so heavily pregnant with someone’s baby and to worry they don’t want you anymore. If he’s here at such a late hour, he must’ve forgiven you for being grumpy. Right?

You sit up and let Morgan help you into a standing position. He pulls your blanket tight around your shoulders. “Should I let him in?” he asks.

“Yeah.” You drop your voice to a whisper, “But don’t let him know I’m eager.”

He gives you a knowing smirk. “Course not. Stay here, okay? I’ll bring him in.”

Morgan starts back down the hall. You stand in his living room wondering what Hotch is gonna say, if he’s still mad, if you’re still mad, and if he’s strong enough to carry you back to the car. You don’t wanna sleep in Morgan’s bed, as much as you love him. You want your bed, your Hotch, his baby boy snoring in the room across the hall. You love your life (most of the time, when you aren’t carrying the weight of a bowling ball on your abdomen and the hormones aren’t making you sick).

“Hello,” Hotch says, still in the suit he’d been wearing when he got home that evening, strangely and obviously nervous where he stops in the doorway.

“Hi. Where’s Jack?”

“He went with Jess. I needed to talk to you.”

“Could’ve brought Jack.”

“I didn’t want to upset him if you stayed here.”

You nod. Hotch —who’d cringe if he knew you still called him that in your head, though it’s the name he went by when you fell in love, so what are you supposed to do?— gestures for you to sit, not demanding, only concerned. “It’s late,” he says.

You can’t be bothered to lower yourself awkwardly into the cushion nest you’d made. “Morgan offered me his bed. He has a California king.”

“But you stayed on the couch.”

You glare at him half-heartedly. “Maybe I was watching TV.” You’d been waiting for him to call, but it’s not his business.

He doesn’t seem perturbed by your reaction. He's about to apologise anyways. “I’m sorry for getting mad. I know how stressed you are, and I should’ve done better.”

Your glare softens.

“I’m sorry I upset you,” he furthers, the ever present pinch of his brows particularly severe. His eyes are dark like clouds full to bursting with rain.

You don’t want to say it’s okay. You want him to cross the room and cuddle you up like you’re fragile, the way he does, his nose pressed to your temple as his hands grasp up your achy shoulders.

“I’ll be better,” he says.

“You really wound me up, you know? I already feel like I have cabin fever.”

His eyes cast over you, sympathetic and sorry down to your stomach and up again. He’s pleading without speaking.

You’re not mad anymore, anyhow. “Can you do that thing for me, please?” you ask quietly.

Hotch crosses the distance between you and encourages you into his side and under his arm. Careful, he bends into your back, pressing his hand under the round bottom of your bump and pulling up. It takes some of the weight from your hips and spine, alleviating a certain heavy pain and discomfort, while also closing the sour gap between you both.

“Aaron,” you say, a little shy, mostly relieved, “you should’ve brought Jack. You know I’ll come home if you ask me to. I wasn’t even that mad by the time we got back here.”

His breath is a shudder by your ear. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You look out toward the hall. “Where’s Morgan?”

“He said he’d go for a walk.”

“He's a good friend.”

“He’s a great friend,” Hotch agrees, rubbing the side of you with his other hand before he pulls away completely. “He told me you can always sleep over when I’m acting like your drill sergeant.”

You laugh under your breath, leaning in with arms held up to slide over his shoulder. He lets out a sigh as your chests touch, your bump smushed, like he’s finally been cut from a trap. To think he’d be so clearly relieved at having your forgiveness has you emotional all over again, but not with the same red passion you’d been angry with before. “I’m your drill sergeant,” you mumble into his shoulder.

“You’re my sweetheart,” he says, so quiet you’re sure it wasn’t him, so out of character to admit something like that on a random day. There’s a hint of joking under it, but enough sincerity simultaneously that you melt in his hold. “You are, and I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t sleep in your own bed.”

“It’s not like I’d have been put out. Morgan’s got a California–”

“So you’ve told me.” His palm stays flat to your back, his fingers patting you gently. His voice mellows into that silken gentleness to match, the tone that drew you in and has you in such a terribly emotional position to begin with. “I couldn’t leave you here. I know you’d be more than comfortable, but I couldn’t sleep the night without you.”

“Imagine how I feel when you’re away.”

“I know. I know.” He kisses the skin shy of your eye. “Should we go and get Jack before bedtime?”

“Can we get something to eat, too?”

His answering smile is a curve on your cheek. “Mm-hm,” he hums. “Let me just say thanks to Morgan. Then we can go wherever you want.”

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kithtaehyung · 9 months

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3tan slice:

yoongi watching reader get ready 🍊

stopppp i love this :((( this is for the 3tan yoongi and irl yoongi missers (at least, one of the things i have planned<;333)

"How about this one?"

Oh, you're back already. Adjusting his arm, Yoongi lifts his head to check his phone screen, wondering if you're gonna pass up this next dress too despite him liking the hell out of it.

"Is that new?"

Your smile is truly one of his favorite things.

"Yeah! Got it when I went shopping with Yuri. Well. She made me get it."

When you pout, do you know how it affects him?

Yoongi just huffs through his nose, settling into the crook of his elbow and letting the warmth of afternoon coat his shoulder. Casting a quick look out his blinds, he wishes you were here instead, coming in and out of another closet that comes to mind.

"Is it bad? Damn."

"Huh?" Shit, he never answered out loud. "Nah, that's the one."

"Oh, okay. You didn't say anything."

Still his problem. A million thoughts, with nowhere to go. "Sorry, doll. Just thinking."

You're in the middle of undressing offscreen, which is yet another thing he finds incredibly endearing. He can only see one of your elbows peek into the frame as you question,

"Work again?"

"You," he corrects, full of sleepiness and void of hesitation.

"Oh."

Eyes fully shut, Yoongi doesn't lift them again until you fetch for another opinion. Which is longer than he expects because you go fully silent for a bit.

"Okay, how's this?"

His eyes flicker open seconds before his heart skips.

Fuck.

He hasn't felt his chest beat like that in a minute.

Are words coming out this time? Or is his tongue as uncooperative as his brain? Why can't he say the simplest shit when you're just standing in front of him? Fuck, he can't even articulate anything but he just knows you're fucking beautiful.

When the hell did you steal his voice, too?

"I'll let you sleep," you whisper, and he hates how down you sound because should never have a reason to feel that way. "Just text me when you can, yeah?"

If he can't say how he feels, Yoongi goes for the second option. And he's not letting that one fail. "Come over when you're done."

"Wait, what?"

He adjusts his head again, slanting a bit higher to admire everything about you. "After your dinner."

"You need to sleep..."

Why are you so considerate when it comes to him? What did he ever do to deserve anything you're willing to give? He's thought about these things so much that they take up most of his sleepless, tired nights. "You're gonna keep me up looking like that anyway."

"But.. what about.."

"I won't take long."

"You sure?"

"No."

God. Yoongi will never, ever get over the ways you try to hide that shyness. There's no way he can stop his grin, and when you make him swear it will be quick, he also can't stop himself from teasing yet again,

"Depends on how long you last."

"Alright, bye," you deadpan, giving him sweet rejection and hitting him where it hurts so good. But you smile once more, agreeing to come over but only for a tiny, tiny bit.

"That's all I need, doll."

"Prove it."

Oh.

He intends to.

Because you can make him speechless for now.

But when it comes to showing you how he feels?

There's no way you're shutting his ass up.

3tanslices: mini-scenarios!

series: three tangerines

#anon #thank you for sending this in!#3tanslices #asks:3tan #3tanextras #*ryenfictalk #ryenwrites #mailbox💌#something to hold us over<3 #bts imagines #bts reactions #yoongi fic #yoongi fanfic #bts fic

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maelialuv · 2 years

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I’m just thinking like late night driving with Eddie 🥰🥰🥰

anything eddie is just <333 :)

inspired by Cruel Summer by Taylor swift <3

Cut the Headlights - Eddie Munson

Summary: driving home slow on a hot summer night with Eddie Munson creates a fast burning spark.

Warnings: none! pure fluff

Word count: 1.8K

The low thrum of the engine was lulling as Eddie drove. You'd spent just about the whole day together. Sunrise to sunset, you were attached at the hip. There was a gig tonight at the Hideout, and Eddie had taken you as a plus one. He was a friend of the band, he had introduced you to them, giddily watching as you made conversation with the metal heads. It was a fantastic night. But when the Hideout shut, and the two of you made you way to Eddie's van, there was a bittersweet fog that fell over the evening.

Neither of you wanted the night to end. So you - possibly with too much excitement - agreed when Eddie suggested a movie at his place. This was edging toward date territory.

You were developing a fondness for the long haired boy. After several almost-dates, you thought that maybe he was too. So there you were, in the dim light of Eddie's van as he drove down the back streets of Hawkins. You'd never been to Eddie's house before, and a nervous bounce had made its way to your leg as you rode in the passenger seat.

"You okay there?"

Eddie had the familiar teasing lift in his voice he adopted when you were around. He eyed you curiously, hands firm on the wheel. "You can relax, you know. I'm a great driver," he reached into the glove compartment, grabbing a fistful of paper, "got the tickets to prove it."

"Ha, ha. Last thing we need is Chief Hopper cramping the night with handcuffs and a speeding ticket."

Eddie quirked a brow at you. "Handcuffs would cramp the night, huh? Good to know," he grinned as you turned toward the window, hiding wide eyes and a shy smile, "good to know."

The car slowed to a more acceptable speed - on the off chance Hawkins Police were patrolling. Eddie was a keen driver, loved the feeling of the windows down with the stereo on full volume. For you, though, he would drive at the slowest - legal- speed if it meant he could spend just a minute longer with you.

Cranking down the window, you rested your arms out on the pane, allowing the hot summer breeze into the car. It was August, and the sun was setting later and later in Hawkins. Beside you, Eddie was lit up with a halo from the final rays of light dipping below the horizon. It was an idyllic scene, the two of you blissed out from a hot day and an exciting gig. Eddie couldn't help his eyes darting over to you.

"You can put some music on, if you want."

Looking through the glove compartment for tapes, you settled on a cassette by The Police. "Not really your style," you said, sliding the tape into the player.

Eddie bit his nails bashfully. "I, uh, picked it up for you. You said that you liked 'em, and I didn't really want you to have to sit through so much metal every time we hang out."

If your heart could make a sound , it would be the fast beating wings of a humming bird. You had said you liked The Police months ago, and Eddie had remembered.

Eddie remembered lots of little things about you; how you tied your shoelaces in the bunny ear method, how you liked your coffee and your favourite movies. He knew your favourite songs and flavours of ice cream. If he could, Eddie would spend hours just memorising all of your favourite things.

The sun disappeared behind the hills of Hawkins, casting a purple hew over the sky. It made the van some what darker, moodier, and the soft hum of Sting's voice on the stereo crackled through the space. "Sorry it's kind of far, promise I'm not luring you to your imminent doom," Eddie teased darkly, wriggling his fingers in the air.

"That's what you'd want me to think, though," you countered, same teasing lift in your voice. " You'd lure me in with a false sense of security, a 'don't worry' here and there. I'd relax, lose some of my wits and that's when you'd strike."

Eddie laughed heartily at you, once again unable to tear his eyes away from your grin. "Damn," he said sarcastically, "you got me."

"You're very easy to read, I had you figured out before I even got in the van." You went along with the joke, enjoying the teasing - maybe flirtatious- banter. Eddie quirked a brow at you.

"Easy to read, huh?" he smoothed his hair out of his face, one hand in his hair and one on the wheel. "Okay, how do I read?"

"What?"

"Come on," Eddie encouraged, "what do you infer when you read between the lines of the great Edward Munson?"

You paused, trying to find the right words. Eddie , while easy to read, was hard to navigate. In simple terms, he was just Eddie. But it was so much more complex than that, so much harder to explain. God knows you'd tried to explain it to Robin - who incessantly pestered you about the nature of your friendship with him.

"You're different than what most expect of you. You're very gentle, and sweet," Eddie was quiet as you spoke. "You put others before yourself, especially your friends. You want others to be happy more than anything. You're surprisingly 'normal' - whatever that means- and your music taste is not as refined as you want people to think."

Eddie didn't talk for a while, and you feared for a moment that you had gone too far, been too direct or too intense. But out of the corner of your eye, you could see a small smile stretching across his lips. The two of you didn't speak for a while, content with the music and the breeze and the soft sound of the wheels on the gravel as you turned into the trailer park. "Home , sweet home." Eddie said , somewhat bashful.

While it wasn't the lush lawns of the cul-de-sacs, it was homely. The outside of Eddie's trailer was lit with a single porch light, casting a golden glow over the building. Eddie sprung from the drivers seat, tripping a little on his way as he opened the passenger door for you.

"My uncle works nights at the plant so," he swung the front door open, the trailer evidently lived in and cozy with several lamps, "it's just us. Hope that's okay." Eddie looked nervous- bouncy- as he invited you in. You resist the urge to touch his shoulder as you enter, making yourself comfortable on the couch as he grabs himself a beer from the fridge. "Do you want anything?"

When you said no, Eddie grabbed two tapes from the table. "TV is in my room, so," he gestured toward a door at the end of a hallway, "in we go." In his room? Sitting on his bed? You were going to implode.

Eddie's room was what you imagined. A typical boy's den, messy but acceptable. There were some posters of rockers you didn't know the names of, and a few family photos strewn about. You noticed one of a woman and a young boy. "Is that your mom?" You asked the question timidly - you didn't know much about Eddie's family, other than his dad was a Grade A douchebag that skipped out on Eddie as a middle schooler. Eddie looked at the photo with a ghost of a smile.

"Yeah," he said, tone soft and small. "Don't remember her much. She left my dad before I was even in kindergarten." When he saw your face - brows furrowed in sympathy- he continued. "I don't blame her. If I could go back, I'd beg her to take me with her if I knew what my dad would be like." He picked up the photo, tracing the face of the brunette woman. "I have this dream that she's out in California, living in some condo by the beach with a dog and a surfer guy that buys her flowers." He frowned to himself slightly. "Just glad she was able to leave him before he got really bad."

"You look like her." You said, and Eddie looked at you. His eyes were molten chocolate in the low light of his bedroom.

He smiled wide. "Thank you."

Propping himself on the end of his bed, Eddie held the two tapes in both hands. "Which one, up to you."

In his left hand was 'Back to the Future', in his right was 'Splash'. Your smile was infectious - you'd told Eddie about your love of the film almost four weeks ago now when the two of you had gone to the fourth of July fair.

You tapped his right hand with your index finger. "Let's watch some mermaids, Munson."

You could hardly focus on the film.

Over the course of the passing hour, you and Eddie had inched closer together on the bed as the movie played on Eddie's dresser-top TV. In between your bodies, your hands were inches apart. Your fingers twitched with the urge to hold his own, nervousness ripping through your veins. When Eddie's pinky finger brushed yours, you held in a breath as you slowly rest your hand atop his. As he flipped your hand and wove your fingers together - eyes straight ahead at the screen- you felt your cheeks heat in childish glee.

Eddie gave your hand a squeeze, getting your attention. "I like having you here," he said quietly, "makes me feel good."

"I like being here, Eddie." you said sincerely.

The two of you sat hand in hand for the rest of the movie, and all through Back to the Future as Eddie twisted your arm into staying longer. Even when Eddie drove you home, slowest speed as the roads would allow - hand gripping yours as he switched gears- and as he walked you to your porch. He held your fingers as you walked into your house, kicking at pebbles with his shoe as he made his way back to his van. He turned when he heard your door open again.

"Eddie!" you whisper shouted from your door way, motioning him over with a wave of your hand. He walked back to you , quick as he could without making too much noise. "Two things," you said quietly. From behind your back, you shoved a VHS into his hands. Eddie smirked as he stared down at a worn, clearly loved copy of 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'.

"What was the other thing?" he whispered.

You took a small breath before reaching on your tip toes to press a small kiss to Eddie's lips. Before he could even thinking about kissing you back, pulling you in closer, you were rushing a whispered goodnight and scurrying back through your front door.

Eddie drove awfully slow on his way home, desperate to relive the feeling of your lips on his for as long as possible. He would beat you to it the next time, and the time after that.

And every time after that, Eddie managed to kiss you first.

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sems-diarie · 2 years

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Headcannons about our boy Steve dating a crybaby chubby reader please 😩

REBLOGS APPRECIATED..

minors dni. harrington girl 4L <333

“I’ve been worried sick about you.”

You knock your forehead into Steve’s chin. You haven’t eaten all day, stomach in knots because of the cryptic message he had written to you that night before.

-> If something happens to me, you’d be at the funeral, right?

<- …what the hell are you talking about.

“Sit on me.”

You balk, hurling a hand over your face as ice cold water shoots from your nose. Luckily, you curl forward, away from the idiot who sits jovial and sweet behind you on your porch steps.You sit slanted, with your shoulder to Steve’s chest as he takes the liberty to stretch himself around you.

“Oh—hey—c’mere. Messy girl…” Steve lugs you backward at your hips. He turns your face to him, forefinger and thumb gently squished to your cheeks, then takes a napkin to your nostrils.

“I can—thank you, give it here.”

Steve sits back, nods his head. “Yes, I know you’re very capable.”

You grab the napkin from him and dab at your face. “Yeah, but your neck isn’t.”

“My—,” Steve blinks. “My neck?”

“Also,” you snatch him by the ear and twist. “That doesn’t answer my question. What the hell are you getting up to that you have to text me about your impending funeral?”

“Hold on, hold on—what’s this about my neck? My neck’s as strong as any!”

“Okay,” you poke at Steve’s chest, right over his heart.

“I sit on your face like you want,”

Steve nods, mouth curling into a smile. He squeezes you closer against his chest by your waist.

“Yeah?”

You reach for him and he comes. Slots his legs around your hips. You cup his jaw. The fingers curled around his face tug him in eagerly. The sunlight casts over the porch.

“And then, what?”

“And then,” his tongue curls across his bottom lip. Pink and wet and pretty. Steve’s mouth is pink and wet and pretty, now that you’re looking at it.

Steve’s chest shudders with every breath he takes. His heat floods over you in waves. He bristles behind you, long shadows loom over his face. You tuck your chin to his chest, but he brings another hand to the front of your neck, gently tips your face up to him.

“And then I try to keep from embarrassing myself. And you—pretty, little, annoying you—you drag your hips over my face and fuck—fuck,” he swallows.

“You keep goin’ ‘til you make a mess, alright?”He coos. “All over my face. Cum all over m’mouth. Wherever you want. Please.”

You press your face to his chest, shiver as his fingers trail up your back and around your neck.

“Oh. You’re shy now?”

You whine, face burning, nose sniveling. He’s so embarrassing! “Shut up, Harrington.”

His face lights up, mouth splitting ear to ear as he wraps you up in his arms. “There’s supposed to be a mister in front of that, Mrs. Harrington.”

“Oh, you wish.”

“Just—I think about you, all the time. You’re ruining me.”

Your lashes feel wet as you bat them up at your boyfriend. “Well, how do you think I feel?”

“So sit on me,” he insists, nudges your temple with a soft peck. “Look, it doesn’t have to be my face. My arm, my chest, my thigh, my lap—anywhere. I need you to know you’re welcome to any—to every part of me. Got your name on it all. I like being close to you, okay?”

“…S’good for my health, I’m convinced.”

You hum, petulant and bratty. “I should get you dog tags.”

Steve rolls his eyes, chuckles lightly at your jab to his heart.

“Or maybe a collar? Since you’re my property, after all.”

“Yeah,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “Okay, Miss Thing. Like you weren’t just begging me to—,”

“Don’t be mean,” you coo, lashes beating against your full, fattened cheeks.

Flashbacks flood the insides of your eyelids. Your lash line burns with memories of you folded down, freshly bitten and loved all over. Flashes of you slipping Steve’s hand to cup the junction of heat between your thighs in the men’s bathroom of some cute, little movie theater. The echo of his hips slapping against yours over and over again in the backseat of his car.

He tugs at your hair. “Stop driving me crazy, then.”

You give a little gasp when his thumb gently rubs at the corner of your mouth. You part it for him instinctively, and he moans so softly when you suck it to your tongue.

Steve dips his head forward, nose brushing your cheek as he parts his mouth for you. He licks into your mouth, wet and hot. Tastes like vanilla while shamelessly laying waste to your strawberry lipgloss. His mouth molds to yours again, again, again. Until suddenly, your lungs burn, and your jaw is tight. But when he pulls away, you whimper.

Steve licks at his mouth. You dab him clean of the gloss with your fingers.

He huffs, chest rising and falling with effort. He gazes at you, eyes low and dark. The arm around your waist pulls you to his chest tighter. You slip your arm around his neck and bounce a little closer.

Sniffle. “How—,” you swallow, “how long until Dustin…?”

Your boyfriend checks his watch, the one you’d given him for Valentine’s Day. “Thirty minutes ‘til he said he’d be ready.”

“Is that—?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Enough… time?”

His brain freezes. It takes him a beat, then another.

He hisses. “You want…? Now? Fuck. Here? The porch?”

“N-no, I just—I thought—we don’t have to—,”

“C’mere,” one hand fumbles to unzip his pants. The other eases you onto the ground and hikes your legs over his shoulders by your panties. “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it. I got you, sweetheart.”

He touches you all over, tugs at your nipples, slaps at your thighs, presses a soft, yielding kiss to every inch of skin you give to him. Every piece you’ll afford him for worship. You’re mewling from your newly attained place beneath him before Steve can even fit his fingers inside of you. And you mewl even louder as he thumbs deep circles into your clit.

“Like a fucking kitty cat.” Steve huffs in awe, presses a wet kiss to the forgiving curve of your jaw. All of you is so soft under his touch—his fingers sinking into your waist, his legs pressing apart your hips, your tummy dimpling deliciously under his weight.

Steve presses wet kisses across your chest. He smiles against your nipple, and his ear comes to rest over your heart beat.

“Just who are you purring for like that, huh?”

Your hips twitch. Rolls of heat overwhelm you from the inside, break your soul apart and ease it back together with every curl of Steve’s fingers on the inside of your trembling, clenching pussy.

“Mind… oh.” Your hips buck.

“St-Steve.” Your head falls back, your hips crane apart, chasing after long, selfless fingers. Your hands pull him apart, rip at his jacket and flick his nipples from over his shirt. Your fingers crawl up his spine to yank meanly at his hair.

Steve’s mouth parts. He grunts low and hard as you fall to pieces right before his eyes. His pupils are blown to Hell, and the denim stretched over his hips just won’t stretch enough.

“Steve, I’m—I love—you, please. I love—I need—mmf,”

“Gorgeous,” he breathes to your ear, low enough for just the two of you. “Gorgeous when you’re humping my hand, and gorgeous when you’re crying about me—oh, look at you. You’re cumming? Mhm, tell me, baby. I feel it. I feel it.”

#steve h. <3 #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem reader #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things smut

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lnfours · 1 year

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Hey!! I'm not sure if you are still accepting requests but I was wondering if you could do a Tom x RDJ niece reader one where Tom and y/n have always liked each other but due to y/n being RDJ's niece they have always tried to deny their feelings for each other but one day they simply can't keep denying their feelings..

this is so 😩 im a sucker for anything where reader is related to rdj/stark!reader UGH okay here we go

also thank u for being so patient while i worked on this, i hope you like it! <333

cleaning out my inbox 💌

ever since it was confirmed that you, the niece of robert downey jr, were going to play tony stark's daughter, everyone on social media lost their shit.

in a good way, of course.

in the marvel cinematic universe, you play the daughter of tony stark. your character takes on the responsibilities of being 'the next iron man', as some will say. your character is as witty, charming, sarcastic and smart as tony is. which is why people thought that having none other than a blood relative of the man who brings tony stark to life play your character was a great casting decision.

they especially went crazy when it was revealed that your character ends up being the love interest of peter parker. the scene between you and tom in infinity war was a fan favorite. said scene being where you realize that thanos had gotten what he wanted. the one where tom's unscripted line broke the heart of millions of people.

the one where your characters share a kiss before he's turned into dust before your character has a full blown mental breakdown over losing the love of her life. where tony pulls your character close, sharing the painful grief, heartbreak and sadness.

and if someone had told you that specific on-screen kiss would change your life, you would've thought that they were crazy.

but here you were, sitting in your trailer as you were about to go onto set. your character was brought back to be in the new spider-man movie. of course, it was no secret that you and tom had real life feelings for each other, but you found each scene to be a little bit harder to hide the fact that you were slowly starting to fall in love with him.

you were waiting for your call-time to come back to set to wrap up for the day, absentmindedly flipping through the paper script before you heard a knock on your trailer door. you got up, opening the door and being met with a familiar pair of brown, warm eyes.

you smiled sweetly, "hey, come in."

tom smiled back at you as he made his way into the trailer, closing the door behind him. you sat back down on the couch. tom had asked earlier on in the day if you wanted to run through a few lines together before going back to film. you had agreed quickly, praying that it didn't sound too eager to make sure he didn't catch onto the fact that you'd do anything as long as you got to be with him.

he did catch on though. but he didn't mind, he was glad you were as smitten as he was. he was glad to know that he wasn't the only one crushing hard on the other.

"which scene did you want to go through?" you asked as he sat down across from you. he flipped to the page where he had bent the top corner, letting his leg slowly start shaking as nerves took over his body.

"we could do page 223, if you wanted to."

you flipped to the page, eyes slightly widening. you were familiar with this scene, it was the one the two of you were doing later. the one where your characters kiss.

oh, fuck.

"sure," you cleared your throat, "where do you want to start?"

"from the top?"

"sounds good."

he cleared his throat, his american accent filling your ears as he reas the words on the page, "sorry for bailing the other night, wasn't cool."

"it's okay," you smiled, "duty calls."

he chuckled, "yeah, we can say that," his eyes looked up from the script as he looked at you, "however, i'd much rather spend time with you than chase shocker through the streets of manhattan."

you smiled, "you like me that much, tiger?"

he shook his head, smiling softly, "no, i love you that much."

you smiled, "it's honor to be loved by you, spider-boy."

you both read the line at the bottom of the page. you bit down on your lip nervously.

"we don't have to kiss right now if you don't want to," he said, his british accent filling your ears again, "i mean, i know we have to when we film, but right now we don't have to."

"i mean," you shrugged, "it's in the script."

he chuckled, "yeah, but we can save it for the cameras."

"i mean, i don't... mind... as long as you don't, obviously." you stammered, cheeks turning hot as a light pink shade dusted his cheeks. he nodded.

"i don't mind either."

"okay," you chuckled nervously.

"okay," he smiled, "did you wanna... c'mere, or did you want me to..."

he trailed off as you waved him off, "i can come over there."

you bit down on your lip nervously as you got up, ignoring the way your legs felt like jello. he watched as you climbed into his lap, like the way you're supposed to in the movie. both legs on each sides of his hips, his hands wrapped around your waist as yours snaked around his neck. he was so close, the smell of his cologne filling your nose as the warmth from his body radiated off of him.

"is this okay?" you asked, slowly starting to be distracted by how close the two of you were.

he nodded, eyes flickering from your lips back up to your eyes, "yeah,"

"cool," you smiled shyly, your heart pounding against your ribs. his hands came up and cupped your face, like his character is supposed to.

"is this okay?"

"it's great," you nodded, forehead pressing against his.

"cool," it was his turn to become shy.

"ready?" you bit down on your bottom lip.

"yeah," he said, "you?"

"mhm," your eyes closing due to how content you were. you could've stayed like this for the rest of time.

he brought your face down to his as he kissed you softly. you kissed him back, his left hand moving has he gripped your waist, squeezing you tighter against him as your lips slipped together. he made the first move, his teeth gently pulling at your bottom lip. you gasped quietly against his mouth, his tongue slipping in as he kissed you passionately.

this was all the two of you now, nothing scripted. nothing but pure lust for one another.

the two of you kissed for what felt like hours, but in reality it was probably only a couple minutes. you hadn't realized, but you ended up moving to lay flat on your back, tugging on his hoodie as you brought him with you. he didn't let his lips leave yours as he hovered over you, pulling away slowly so he could catch a breath.

"holy shit," he panted softly.

you chuckled, "is that a good 'holy shit' or a bad one?"

he leaned back down, shaking his head with a smile, lips brushing up against yours as he spoke before kissing you again, "a very good one."

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Can’t stop thinking about Steve -do I really want to be in another meaningless relationship only based on sex?- Harrington coming to the conclusion that his scars can be pretty off putting and spiraling because now girls won’t even want him for his body. Eddie thinks they only add to his beauty.

me too me too me too ! i've written so much fic content about steve and eddie and their scars bc these are the types of thoughts that keep me up at night. ughhh. i adore this so much <333 thx for submitting :)

bc i've written on this topic (as its one of my faves), i thought i'd include an excerpt from one of my fics as my answer !! hope you enjoy !

Steve’s gritting his teeth, because the rubbing alcohol on his fresh cuts somehow stings worse than the demobat bites did.

“Ow, ow, ow,” he groans, as Eddie dabs along his wounds with a soaked cotton ball. Strategically rubbing up and down Steve’s calf with his other hand to calm him.

“Just a little more,” Eddie looks up at him from his crouched position, “Then, it’s only the bandages and you’ll be good as new.”

True to his word, the torture doesn’t last much longer—a few minutes max, though Steve’s comprehension of time is still fucked up from this morning. It feels like some time after noon, but it’s hard to be certain without the assistance of a clock.

Frankly, it’s not like he has hard-set plans for today or any other day this week. He’s not missing out on anything substantial, especially not since his boss conveniently stopped putting him on the schedule after he slept through one too many shifts a few weeks ago.

Besides, he’d much rather be here than anywhere else. With Eddie’s callused hands centering him and curating a new normal.

Eddie props himself up on his knees to place the few small bandages on Steve’s inner thighs. He’s extremely methodical about the process which Steve wouldn’t have expected from someone as spontaneous and off-the-cuff as him.

“Doing okay up there?” Eddie implores, meeting his eyes with a sweet smile.

His dimples make an impromptu appearance and Steve thinks he might just melt into a puddle at the view.

God he’s so fucking beautiful. Holy–

“Peachy,” Steve responds and nods to affirm the statement like his thoughts are puritanical and going to lead him straight to heaven.

However, his mind says otherwise; riddled with sin and lust–

Would be doing much better with your dick in me. Filling up my throat until I can’t breathe. I think that would be very healing, don’t you?

Admittedly, his internal dialogue has gotten increasingly horny since he exited the bath. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why. Eddie’s kneeling before him, tending to his injuries, speaking in a raspy tone, and oh yeah –there’s the fact that Steve’s butt ass naked.

He hadn’t originally envisioned it going like this, but here they were. There wasn’t some juicy blueprint with a mock up of his dick and every other inch of him on full display for his resident nurse. It’s not like he had some hidden agenda.

When Eddie had helped him out of the bathtub—so he didn’t slip or whatever—he hadn’t instructed Steve to get dressed, so Steve had simply toweled off and tossed the terrycloth thing to the side once he was dry. Eddie smirked at him with a sort of curiosity, but didn’t make any remarks about the nature of his obvious nudity. Instead, he chose to remain fully clothed and got to work playing doctor.

It’s hard to put into words and even harder for him to wrap his head around, but the events of last night–specifically the ones that took place in his living room–have seemed to cast Steve under an ineffable spell of Eddie’s own creation.

It appears to be defined by the severe, unwavering need to obey Eddie’s every command under the aim of earning his praise and utmost pride. If the man asked him to jump, Steve would ask how high and proceed to launch himself further than humanly possible.

Overnight, Eddie has gone from being his estranged acquaintance–whom he hadn’t really thought he’d ever see again–to someone whose opinion matters more than his own.

All of this is to say that despite wanting it, Steve really doesn’t have any reason to believe Eddie is going to touch him anywhere other than where it’s logically necessary, until he starts talking again.

Returning to a cyclical point that he just can’t seem to let go of, clinging to it like the end of a fraying rope.

“Do you believe me yet?” Eddie smooths his hand over yet another bandaid, “Do you believe that I’m not like your parents? I’m never going to leave you just because you’re hurting. Pain’s only human Steve. Why would I ever blame you for experiencing it?”

The questions are rhetorical. He makes this clear by silencing the response slowly forming in Steve’s mind with his touch. Trailing his ringed hands up to Steve’s bare hips and gently squeezing the soft flesh there. Eddie kneads it beneath his fingers, massaging generously. Ceaseless in his eye contact, he pointedly ignores that which Steve feels rather embarrassed by–his fast growing erection.

Steve’s dick flags to immediate attention before he can even think to try and hide it. It’s honestly laughable how quickly his body reacts to the feeling of someone else’s hands on him–something that hasn’t happened in a longer amount of time than he’d like to verbally admit. Thankfully, Eddie’s not asking and doesn’t seem at all offended by how reactive his body is. Rather enticed—pupils swelling in enchanted awe and blissful wonder.

“Stevie, I want to answer that silly little question of yours, alright? Will you let me do that, angel? Will you let me get you out of your head for a minute? I’ll go slow and you can stop me at any point. Taps always work great if you don’t feel like talking. You know that,” Eddie demonstrates this by flattening a palm and maneuvering it over the low part of Steve’s abdomen to tap rhythmically.

It matches the asymmetrical beat of Steve’s heart–whirring and skipping all over the place.

Eddie’s licking his lips as he lies in wait, as if preparing to sink sharp teeth into defenseless prey. The insinuation of his overt power oddly juxtaposes against his physical position. On his knees in what would usually be deemed submission, but gazing up at Steve with such intense fire and hunger that there’s no question about who’s really in control here.

His comprehension of Eddie’s sheer ability to dominate and possess him gives Steve a rush of shivering, but pleasant cold to the head. Goosebumps rise to coat his skin. It’s the same effect he experiences when he slurps down a milkshake too fast.

“Yes please, don’t wanna think anymore. Want you to teach me how to be good, Eds,” Steve sucks on his bottom lip and wriggles his hips in Eddie’s grip. Almost thrusting forwards, but realizing his dick would bump straight into Eddie’s nose and that feels kind of rude, so he holds himself back.

It’s an indescribable craving–what he knows Eddie can give him. He feels like a junkie in need of a tantalizing fix. The drug’s perfectly in view, but just a hair too far away for him to grasp it. Even if it was close enough, he wouldn’t dare make a move until Eddie gave him the go ahead. Eddie knows what’s good for him. Eddie wouldn’t lead him astray.

“Good, baby,” Eddie’s pet name sends Steve’s eyes rolling into the back of his head, “That’s right. I’d never hurt you, not in any way you didn’t want me to.”

His interest immediately peaks at the sound of that, though he’s not sure exactly what it means. The proposition of Eddie administering controlled pain to his body is strangely inviting. Questions lazily bob to the surface of his brain, but he’s not in the right mindset–at present–to run a proper interrogation. It’ll have to wait.

“Alright, you’re going to start by telling me why your parents shouldn’t want to come see you? Why shouldn’t they fly home to see their perfect son, hm?” Eddie presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of his knee and returns both hands to his hips to ground him.

Perfect? He thinks I’m perfect?

Steve’s cock constantly throbs against his stomach and it won’t take much more for him to start leaking slick down his fuzzy happy trail.

“ ‘m not worth their time, ‘m not the type of son they wanted to have–don’t have a big fancy job or anything to offer them–nothing they’d like anyway,” Steve whimpers from a mixture of painful emotion and wanton desire, “My dad always tells me I’ve failed them. Always tells me they wouldn’t have had a kid if they knew he’d turn out like me.”

“That’s fucking bullshit,” Eddie says with strict finality, like he’ll accept no further argument on the topic, “Fuck that, Stevie. That’s not true.”

Eddie kisses up to his waist–avoiding his weepy cock for the moment–and presses his hot mouth to the residual scars that an array of Upside Down monsters have left him with. His tongue flicks out to trace the edges of his gnarled skin, lapping at it like it’s sugar coated in ambrosia.

Steve moans and this time, he can’t prevent his pelvis from bucking forward; rolling through a wave of blanketed pleasure. It softens and pacifies the abrasive noise ringing between his ears.

“Fucking look at you, baby. How could they ever think you’re a failure? That’s a fucking bold faced lie, so obviously false,” Eddie cocks an eyebrow at him, before continuing to make headway on his emboldened path through the labyrinth of Steve’s pain, “These pretty marks on your body show me how strong you are–how brave you’ve been for so many years with no one to take care of you, but yourself. That takes so much courage, Stevie. You’re a fighter, aren’t you? I’ve seen it–the way you defend everyone and jump into battle for them. You did it for me, didn’t you? Saved my fucking life with that bravery of yours. Wouldn’t have survived without you. Doesn’t sound like you’re much of a failure to me.”

As much as Eddie makes it sound obvious, this perspective is fresh and nearly unbelievable for Steve.

Sure, he’d fought and sure, he’d saved Eddie, but he wasn’t special because of it. Anyone would have jumped in to help a friend in those situations. Robin would have. Nancy would have. Dustin too. It didn’t mean he was worth any more than the rest of them. It didn’t mean he was better because of it.

“I’m not special,” his voice breaks wide open like the daunting fracture of a fault line, “Saved you because you’re my friend. Any of them would have done it. I just happened to be the one to get there in time.”

“You’re wrong, Stevie and I don’t like hearing you talk about yourself like that. I won’t allow it,” he reprimands.

To deliver what might be considered punishment by a more stable individual, Eddie nips at his scars–little scrapes of teeth that make him openly moan at a volume that would be far too loud if they weren’t the only two home. It's heavenly as is, but Steve gluttonously yearns for more. Wishing Eddie would make good on his promise and fully bite down. Perhaps, draw a bit of blood. Take away the hurt and suck it from underneath his damaged skin.

However, he doesn’t share these thoughts, because he doesn’t want to scare Eddie with how much he’s willing to submit. With how much he’s dying to hand himself over and give Eddie complete control. Steve knows that’s not normal. He knows it’s likely the result of whatever illness is rotting his brain and tarnishing his heart. It’s too much to ask of someone who still hardly knows them–even after playing the game of twenty questions.

“Eddie. Fuck that feels good,” he settles for instead, “Need you, need more.”

More doesn’t necessarily have to mean bite and bruise me until I can’t feel anything, but the imprint of your hands and teeth on my skin. It could mean anything at all. There’s nothing wrong with more.

Sucking purple and red stains onto his waist with devoted lips, Eddie finally ghosts a hand over Steve’s throbbing cock and chuckles lowly at the way it twitches in desperation for him.

“Needy, aren’t we? That’s okay, I happen to like needy boys. You’re in luck,” Eddie drips an intoxicating condescension from his tongue and Steve focuses for way too long on the enviable suggestion that he’s done this before, “I’m happy to give you more, baby. In fact, I’d love to. But, I’m afraid rules are rules and I can’t do that until you finish answering my question.”

Steve bitchily stomps one of his bare feet against the tile and Eddie tsks at him, shaking his head back and forth. He nips again at Steve’s skin–this time biting a bit more meanly at his upper thigh. The faint imprint of his teeth is erased hastily by a sloppy kiss. A figure eight is traced by his tongue, connecting a series of pertinent moles that dot the tender flesh. Precum spurts onto his belly at the delectable feeling of Eddie’s godless mouth. Depravity leaks out of Steve in a relentless, milky white trickle and his counterpart just watches the show. Making no move to stop it or bring about release.

“B-but I was good. I did answer your question, Eds. I already told you the truth about why they wouldn’t want to come see me. I promise I wasn’t lying, wouldn’t do that to you. Know you don’t like lying,” Steve whines, demoralized by Eddie’s refusal to further things along and let him cum.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie licks up a drop of pre that has rolled down Steve’s left leg, moaning at the taste and for the first time–Steve realizes that he’s hard in his jeans, a thick protrusion forming to the side of the taut zipper, “You gave me an answer, but you didn’t give me the right answer. I can taste how badly you want to cum, baby. So sweet and deprived. No one’s touched you like this in a while, have they?’

“N-no,” Steve shakes his head frantically, surprising himself with the confession and lack of embarrassment surrounding it, “No they haven’t. Haven’t been touched like this in over a year. Only by my own hands.”

Eddie perks up at his disclosure of the truth. He moans deep in his throat and palms his dick through the black denim. Steve desperately wishes it was his hand, so curious about what it would be like to be the one to make him come undone.

“You poor thing,” Eddie patronizes, rubbing himself again with a rougher hand and barely disguising the way he’s shakily breathing through it, “A body as perfect as yours should never be ignored. Not even for a second. There should be a line outside your door ready to worship you, baby. Pretty boys like you deserve to be touched and admired all the time, don’t you think?”

“M-maybe, I don’t know,” Steve replies nervously. He’s not used to this brand of undivided attention, it’s a bit overstimulating and he keeps getting tongue tied under the tidal wave of brazen compliments.

“You sure you don’t know or do you just need some encouragement? I don’t think you’re quite getting it yet, angel. Let me make this very clear, you’re not cumming until you answer me properly. I’m sorry to do it this way baby, but it’s my job to make you understand how perfect you are and I won’t stop until you believe it,” Eddie purrs and thrusts into his own hand, clothed cock grazing Steve’s shin and eliciting a high whine.

Steve’s certain at this point that his body was made to respond to Eddie’s every beck and call. He’s been with plenty of girls, but there’s something about being with a boy–about being with this particular boy–that completely consumes him. A bomb could go off, the house could set fire, a lion could roar from right outside the door and Steve would remain entirely entranced by Eddie Munson. Running only when instructed to do so.

It’s terrifying.

It’s repulsive.

It’s insane.

He’s never wanted anything more.

Apparently to Eddie, ‘encouragement’ means standing up so he’s eye to eye with Steve and licking a stripe up the side of his exposed neck. Persuasion is administered in pressing their bodies as closely together as possible–mirroring each other–and rutting his cock against Steve’s through an incredibly frustrating layer of clothing.

The rugged friction hurts, causing Steve to wince and bite his inner cheek. There’s no soft silk or frilly lace like the stuff he’s used to sliding his fingers beneath when he hooks up with girls. There’s no delicate bows to untie or complicated clasps to undo. Floral patterns and pastel colors are replaced by ripped jeans, beat-up leather, and stinging metal.

Eddie’s biting his earlobe unapologetically. He’s gripping Steve with reckless abandon, traversing every inch of skin–pinching wherever he pleases and teasing without an ounce of regret. He’s playful–endlessly so. He starts a game, changes the rules half-way through, and relishes Steve’s panting breaths.

They kiss with tongue and teeth and stubble grating sensitive skin. Eddie knots his hands in Steve’s hair and pulls. When Steve reaches up to return the favor, to get his hands on him, Eddie takes both wrists in one firm fist and breaks their sloppy kiss to remind Steve of their agreement:

“Not happening,” Eddie yanks hard on his hair, “You keep your hands to yourself. I didn’t tell you to touch me, did I?”

For someone who relentlessly admonishes authority figures, Eddie is quite good at taking on the role himself. As if he’s internalized each run-in with the police and visit to the principal’s office; taking careful notes on how to demand obedience. Referencing them all now in his whipping tone.

“No. No you didn’t tell me to. I’m sorry,” Steve pouts.

“No need to apologize, sweetheart. Nothing to be sorry about. Just need you to remember that right now is about you–making you feel good. Do you want me to keep going or do you want us to stop here? You won’t upset me if you feel like it's too much,” Eddie leans his forehead against Steve’s as he whispers these words to him; pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Wanna keep going, don’t want you to stop,” Steve pleads. He likes the added pressure of Eddie’s hand around his wrists, like being restrained from giving into stupid decisions.

“Then you know what I want to hear, don’t you angel? All you have to do is repeat after me, we’ll make it real nice and easy today. Can you do that?” Eddie kisses along his jaw and uses his free hand to trace shapes on Steve’s chest–tightly pinching his hardened nipples and tugging a bit meanly.

“Yes,” Steve assures him, “I can.”

“Good. Repeat after me,” Eddie says like he’s teaching Steve a grammar lesson on a blackboard, “I’m smart.”

“I’m–um–I’m,” Steve’s hands tremble from where Eddie has them bound.

He dips his head to suck another bruise onto Steve’s collarbone–it will turn the color of a nightshade vegetable–burgundy as it fades, “Try again. Don’t be shy. I know you can do this. It’s just you and me. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

The pain brings Steve strength. It shouldn’t, but it does. It frees him from the fear of vulnerability and lets the words tumble out of his mouth.

“I’m smart,” he says without pause.

“Just like that, baby. That’s right. You are smart. You’re so smart and so good for me,” Eddie praises, releasing Steve’s wrists and dropping back down to his knees on the floor, “We’re gonna keep going. Let’s try another one. I’m kind.”

“I’m kind,” Steve mimics without hesitation. This one is easier, comes out smoothly, because he agrees with it. He’s been told he’s kind by enough friends and acquaintances to believe it–evading the dooming cloud of his ‘King Steve’ era.

“Music to my ears,” Eddie says, taking Steve’s shaft in his hand and pumping him with a steady pace, “You are kind, aren’t you? Such a kind boy–always putting everyone else first and helping out whenever someone needs a hand.”

Steve snorts at the irony of Eddie quite literally being the one to ‘give him a hand’ as they speak. The laugh is short-lived and substituted by a groan of pleasure as Eddie speeds up.

“Almost there. I’m so proud of you. Just need to hear a couple more and then we’ll make you cum. Gonna milk every last drop out of you, sound good?” Eddie coos.

“Y-yeah, shit. Yeah, Eds. I wanna cum, wanna be good and cum for you,” Steve keens and reaches a hand up to tug at his own hair.

Noticing this, Eddie says, “Oh, baby, if you need more stimulation–I’ll let you have a little. Touch your nipples for me, while we talk. Gonna make you feel so good. Tug on ‘em and tease yourself, I wanna watch you.”

Obediently, Steve pinches his pert nipples between two fingers. He rolls the bud and sighs as they stiffen beneath his touch. He hasn’t spent a lot of time getting to know this part of his body in the past or using it to his advantage to get himself off. He always thought it was something that girls liked and that it wasn’t worth trying on himself as a guy.

Boy, was I wrong.

“God, you look fucking beautiful like that, Stevie. You have no idea–no idea the things I want to do to you,” Eddie observes him with rapt attention, slowing the movement of his fist on Steve’s length, “One last sentence for me and then I’m gonna suck you off. I’m loved–say it for me, baby.”

It goes against every fiber of his being–to believe himself worth loving. Vomiting up his breakfast, sobbing into the carpet, pushing away every last person who cared about him–it’s all because Steve isn’t loveable. He’s not worth the time and effort. He’s a burden–this is his undeniable truth–and no one should have to endure the weight of his agony on their shoulders. It’s just not worth it.

“I’m loved,” Eddie coaxes and tears have begun rolling their way down Steve’s ruddy cheeks without his permission, “I’m loved. I’m loved. I’m loved.”

It’s a simple sentence–short in length and uncomplicated in rhythm–but Steve feels like there’s a padlock on his heart and until he finds the right key to open it, those words aren’t going to come out. Forbidden.

“I–I’m–I can’t,” Steve sobs out, “Eddie, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but I–I can’t say that. I’m not–I’m not ready–”

A pair of warm arms are thrown around his shoulders and it takes a second for him to realize they aren’t his own–they’re Eddies’.

Eddie who is kissing his face and petting his hair.

Eddie who is stroking the scars on his waist and rubbing out a knot in his shoulder.

Eddie who traces his collarbones with his tongue and draws shapes across his chest.

Eddie who whispers devotional words in his red-tipped ears:

“I’m here, I’m here.”

“It’s okay, you’re safe.”

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m going to make it better. Whatever you need, whenever you’re ready.”

Steve lifts his head from where it has fallen onto Eddie’s shoulder–-collapsed like the fall of a great empire; unable to hold it together for a moment more.

“Touch me, Eds,” Steve instructs, “Take it away and touch me. Make all the bad go away. Please.”

“Okay. Okay, I can do that. Are you sure that’s what you want right now? You don’t want to go back to bed and cuddle or watch a movie downstairs,” Eddie offers, refusing to risk overstepping the line and pushing Steve past his limits.

“Need it, Eds. Need you. ‘s the only thing that makes it better,” Steve cries, trembling all over.

“I’ll give it to you, baby. Of course. I’ll do whatever I can,” Eddie promises, cupping Steve’s face in his hands and licking up the salty tears that puddle between them. No one’s ever done that to him before,“You’re so pretty, even when you cry. You know that?”

Steve’s tears dampen Eddie’s cheeks and Eddie’s kisses leave saliva on the corners of Steve’s mouth. It’s impossible to tell what belongs to who anymore–which portions of the mess should be labeled with which name.

All they know is that they’re here together–in the mess, in the dirt, treading water in the thick of it. Clinging to aching bones and weary eyes and finding rare shreds of peace, shreds of home in each other.

On his knees, Eddie kitten licks at the sensitive head of Steve’s cock. He’s still hard in his jeans, but pays no attention to the blaring call of his own pleasure. He doesn’t care–he’s here to heal Steve. He’s here to make it better–to lick up the pain and the gore and the hurt and gift him with a blank canvas in the end.

Something they can create together.

Something raw and real and unrepentant.

Something whole.

Steve tosses his head back and returns to working at his nipples–touching and moaning and aching for more. Eddie gives and gives below him–never taking his lidded eyes off of Steve.

“Ah, fuck. Eddie, Eddie,” Steve whimpers the five letters as the boy on his bathroom floor sucks him deeper into his willing mouth, “Eddie, please. Need more. Need more. Don’t stop.”

He’s hardly making sense, but like all else, Eddie understands him without much explanation. Filling in the gaps and taking it in stride. Meeting him halfway. He’s unaffected by the fragmentation of Steve’s speech; only proving his dedication by taking him to the hilt and hollowing out his pinkened cheeks. Writing the stanzas of every famous love poem with the skilled tip of his tongue.

Ten seconds pass without a single gag and Eddie reclaims his ability to demolish Steve with words alone, as he pulls off of him. Keeping his hand in place to spread slick and spit over the head. Licking at a bead of pre and using a brutal thumb to prod at the slit.

“Taste so sweet, baby. My perfect boy, of course you do. Gonna make you cum down my throat. Gonna drink up every last drop,” Eddie jerks him at a punishing pace, “You ever had a boy suck you off before, Stevie?”

He shakes his head and twitches from head to toe, as Eddie sucks his balls into his warm mouth. It’s slippery and gentle and Eddie expertly laves his tongue over the smooth skin.

“I’m your first? Wow. Guess that kinda makes you a virgin then, Harrington. Never would have dreamed I’d be the first guy to let you cum down his throat. You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear,” Eddie moans and sucks Steve back into his mouth.

He bobs his head faster and faster, twisting and licking and drooling out of the corners of his plush lips. Steve moans uncontrollably above him, not caring about how loud he gets—almost entirely unaware of the noise, because he’s lost at sea in the electrifying feel of Eddie’s perfect mouth.

“Gonna cum soon,” Steve warns, because it’s the polite thing to do, “Gonna cum, Eds. Feels too good, can’t last any longer.”

The warning doesn’t deter him—Eddie fucks his wide open mouth onto Steve, pinning his hips harshly against the counter so he can’t move an inch. Steve grips onto Eddie’s shoulders—though he’s technically not supposed to—and holds on for dear life as his orgasm nears. Warmth spreads through his belly.

Within moments he’s shooting off into the back of Eddie’s throat and– of course –the bastard is fucking smiling through it. Well, as much as he can with a very full mouth. Dimples surface and the edges of white teeth shine through the cracks. His eyes roll back and a moan vibrates around Steve’s cock, as Eddie suckles on the tip—swallowing all of his cum.

Every. Last. Drop.

Just like he promised.

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traggalicious · 7 months

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OKAY. so, first: thank you so much i love you. Second! Lazarus! Here’s a thingy I made for him somewhere else ^^

Character’s full name: Lazarus

Reason or meaning of name: Stole it from Lazarus (of the bible) who was a jesus type and died 4 like 3 days b4 jesus came n got him.

Character’s nickname(s): Laz, The Monster (as like. A title)

Birth date: I honestly didn’t think abt it cos it made my brain hurt

Gender: he/they dude! He’s fine w/ it/its but not 4 gender reasons.

Music for the mood: creature - half-alive, the nowhere king frm centaurworld, me and my husband - mitski

Basic rundown is he was made at a time where belos rlly wanted his curse *gone*, and had been researching ways to get rid of it. He came across that thing (the thing eda and Lilith did) to share the curse, and he’s like. Might as well try it. So he creates lazarus, and laz is a pretty loyal guy, like. Belos raises him w/ traits of selflessness and obedience, and ofc plays up the curse so when he finally tells him to do the curse sharey thing, Laz is all for it. It works well! Fortunately for belos and unfortunately for Laz. Laz is suffering, he nearly dies but the curse doesn’t let him, despite the fact that belos refuses to share palismen, and when he does (which is once) laz refuses for morality reasons. This is how he realizes “oh shit i was only made to die wasn’t i”, confronts belos, belos tries to kill him. But Lazarus is goopy. And we all know that belos being goopy means he’s still alive. And uhhh yeah he nearly dies, makes it out narrowly, and he lives in the woods on the isles, fuckin belos shit up, and experiencing a weird love-hate relationship w/ the bat queen and the locals!

Another thing that contributes to that is when he finds a scout afraid after they didn't do too well in training, and he decides to help, and he ends up having a mentor- like relationship w/ them-and one day they see his face. And at this point he's already got the rot creeping up his face, and. And they look terrified. They ask what happened. And he. He realizes. He scares them. He says it's okay, nothing's wrong- and even when they return to 'normal' he can't help but notice the glances they cast at the right side of his face, at the growing pink glow behind the mask he never takes off anvmore. <- He's so nice to the scouts bc he went thru it too. But younger. With higher expectations. And he doesn't quite get that not everyone has to deal w/ that. So he's just. Yeah. He mother hens them be he doesn't quite understand that many of them are the age he is now rather than the age he was. And they don't know he's their age physically. Like. Based on actual years he's like fuckin. He's like 5 or 6. And so basically that stress and emotional abandonment coupled with his experiences with the Curse and Belos leads to the Confrontation.

Palisman: His palisman is a jackalope named buck <333

On the topic of backstory n shit! I think that he’d have a frenemy relationship w/ Lorelei, in which she sees that he was also a victim but still resents him for her husband’s death, so its a very fragile relationship, mostly transactional in the beginning. Alas, she is a compassionate person, and over time they become…. Friends? Its an odd thing really. Also! Eda and Laz have a tentative friendship based on shitty curses and learning to deal with them. Laz helps protect the Owl House when he can, befriends Hooty (he finds Hooty So Interesting), and Eda takes the fall sometimes when Laz makes an oopsie. Also teaches him magic sometimes. ALSO. on the Eda x Laz thing, he’s around before Eda, but he ages slower and spends a lot of time regenerating after. Events. So yeah. He also ends up being the Fun Uncle of the HexSquad! Sad but funny thing is that Laz is so used to being called mean things that he hears Any Derogatory Term and his ears twitch like heh? Me? Poor guy. He does get a happy ending though! He is forever changed but he gets better.

Really wanna write smth for him at sm point -.- ANYWAY yeah that’s Laz!!! Sorry this is so long ahdgshdhddh. Here! Are some images (couldn’t find others i didnt feel like scrolling forever sorry <333)

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nutria--oscura · 5 months

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me? listening to an ep when it comes out rather than hours later? a rare occasion for sure (shit's gonna go down isn't it?)

~spoilers for s2 ep47~

"crunchy munchy refuge"? HENRY'S BACK? PLEASE

"they must deal with the loss of a team member" WELL- YEA. THEY BETTER TALK ABOUT IT

hi um... what song is this? why? oh- no reason... not sobbing at all [screams]

we did it boys... Hermie finally got his show stopping number, his final performance, the entire cold open to himself.

"this same podcast dungeons and dragons" PART ?? OF WILL SAYING IT DND INSTEAD OF DNDADS (it makes me giggle so much every time)

every time Matt opens Link's fact by reminding everyone that the teens are spouses, it returns to me the life Anthony takes away whenever he hurts Hermie

OOOOOO PROPS? Love Will bringing in the props- THE LOVERS? REVERSED LOVERS- OH SHITTTTT

loving the energy in the room

oh? Lark and Sparrow are with them?

OH YEAH- NORMAL WASN'T CONSCIOUS OH SHIT-

HIDE HERMIE??? YEA LISTEN TO SCARY, DON'T TOUCH HIM-

idiots- the lot of the- WAIT WHAT- ANTHONY

OH NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Lark just trying to leave-

Normal doesn't see Hermie? wow, ok, i'm already crying- ok

LARK AND SPARROW FUCK OFF- LET HIS SAY BYE-

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK F U C K K K K

"this heaven has one less spouse, but heaven has one more angel" I love Hermie but, that boy is not going to heaven

Anthony sounded so inspired when he said "garages" I aspire to be that inspired in my life lol

Hi Will, let Normal go feral please :) Merci <3

NORMAL CASTS COMMAND

ELDRITCH BLAST ON THE DOOR

YES FREDDIE FUCK YEA

"I want to pull the pin on one of them and then throw the whole box at them" to that I raise you, wasn't it Darryl who threw the ENTIRE bag of beans in s1? Wilsons and throwing full containers of dangerous stuff, I tell ya-

"the shrapnel does a cool, like right over my eyebrow? y'know, cool scar, y'know?" SCAR SCAR SCAR SCAR ON LINKKK

Pennies? NAT 1 NOOOOO

"they haven't made pennies in years Normal" oKAY

GENTLE REPOSEEE

FUCK

NORMAL AND THE NAT FUCKING 1S JEEZ-

I just saw 2 ppl's names who are coming up and i am now so terrified-

ANTHONY NO PLEA- THAT'S THE SEGUAY? HOLY SHIT

how did I fucking know that that would be the knock- whAT?

Henry has a portal to old earth?

jumping = falling upward

Oakvale? man with bracele- iS THAT BARRY?

why does he have old Erin O'Neil's voice

HENRYYYYYYY HENRY HENRY HENRY HENRYYYY!

ok. who said Henry would be like "i'm still alive cause of my healthy vegan lifestyle" to the other dads? i'm giving you a pat on the head and a cookie

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SEX FURNITURE? yea, ok.

MERCEDES IS DEAD? NOOOOOO (the second Will said "jar of Mercedes Oak-Garcia's ashes" I dropped my phone-) WHY IS TIME PROGRESSING IN THIS PODCAST ABOUT GENERATIONAL TRAUMA AND HOW IT CAN EFFECT PEOPLE OVER TIME AGHHHHH-

"can you go wait outside" oH NOOOOOO

HERMIE ARCANA CHECK- FUCKING 3- WILL CHANGE YOUR DICE PLEASE GOD NO

FUCK NO NO NO N O O O

"if none of you guys can help him and none of you guys understand how this works then we gotta go to the one guy who can!" THE WAY I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUCKING SEAT WHEN WILL SIAD THT- SCAM ACTUALLY IS BACK TOOO BOIS

YOU TELL THEM NORM. YOU FUCKING TELL THEM

Scary's voice- oh gosh-

THE SIMPSONS?

"I'm here when it's sad, I'm here when it's fun. Did somebody do something to my son?" NEW SCAM OPENING RHYME AHHHHHH

SCAM ACTUALLY ACTUALLY CARES

"he's just a goof, goofs never die" WHAT IF I DIE?

NO SOUL?

hey, Anthony. fuck you <3 /j well... /hj

YES NORMAL PUNCH HIM (can you guys tell i love scam?)

"bad girl, i'm a bad girl i do what needs to be done. sometimes people fuck with my friends and i fuck with them back"

"you feel like home for some reason" WHAT IF I CRY?

TELL HIM SCARY- OH NOOOOO

one thing i have learned is when Will's character(s) start crying, i cry. and well... Normal's crying, and gUESS WHAT?

OH GODDDD THE TWO-FACE TREE FOR OUR TWO-FACE BOY-

NORMAL AND HENRY <333

THE SEX CANDLES-

HENRY'S FAVOURITE SHOW IS BACK!

THE EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH OF THE EP GEEZ

CHAPARRAL ON 3? OH SHI- yeaaaa

THE SUN IS BACKKKK

"Normal goes to the sort of fresh mound of earth, where Hermie is buried, and he kneels and he says, 'I liked you too.' He puts his hand on the dirt and he says, 'goodnight sweet prince.'" OH GOD OH FUCK- I LITERALLY COLLAPSED ON THE GROUND AND WHEN I GOT UP SLIPPED AND SLID DOWN THE WALL FROM CRYING- OH GEEZ- "GOODBYE SWEET PRINCE, SWEET PRINCE" OH GOSH-

WE'RE DOING THE MEMORIES NOW???? GOD-

i'm sorry- they're teaching Hero AND NORMAL

DADDIES HQ

FREDDIE WITH THE SAVE- OH CMON ANTHONY-

what. the. fuck.

NO. DON'T END ON NORMAL BEING YELLED AT. FOR THE SAKE OF MY MENTAL HEALTH DON'T. PLEASE-

love that Normal at 6 years old had the intelligence to lock the door. no one at daddies hq did that. like, the door was unlocked when Normal got there

In conclusion:

HERMIE NOOOOO-

#HEAD IN MY HANDS #fuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkk #this. episode. is. giving. me. so. much. emotional. whiplash.#dndads spoilers #dndads #whispers of the raine #edit: cant believe i forgot the in conclusion #that's like this things whole brand (imo)#other than being essentially a giant shitpost that is #anyway #time to go study for my psychology test tomorrow

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serenpedac · 1 year

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Hi Seren!!

I come with questions!! For the emoji fanfic writer meme, perhaps you might like to answer these:

🤡 ✨ 💋 ❌

Thank you 😊

Cat *hugs* Thank you for asking <333

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

I think you know the answer, haha, but LOVE THEM! That delicious build of tension leading up to it and how it's something intimate and new, unfamiliar that is being explored between the characters. (Gimme all the kiss fic tbh ^^)

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Many, probably, but what comes to mind first is love triangle. I do read them sometimes, because they can explore some interesting things, it depends on how they are written, but just thinking about writing them makes me want to yell at the, eh, central character (? is there a word for them?) and sometimes the other two as well.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Okay, attempt number two! Although I often still struggle with them, my descriptions have improved quite a bit over the past years. Reading the amazing fic out there in the TWC fandom has definitely helped with that.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Putting this below a cut because I couldn’t decide and ended up with two snippets from old DA pieces.

“Guys, come on. This isn't funny. I always help you get out of your situations, you owe me.”

“He has a point there,” Fenris said. They seemed to consider what Garrett had just said. He waited, half in fear of what they would say next, half curious because things couldn't get any worse than his mother trying to set him up with someone he didn’t even knew anyway.

Isabela tapped her lips with a slender finger. “Hmm, let me see. I could ask some friends from the Blooming Rose to accompany you home, would that help?”

“No, we need something lasting. Maybe a few rumours that mention you have some contagious disease,” Varric said.

“I... I vote against that.”

“You could take me along to those parties you mentioned. I've been told I'm fun at those.” Fenris's tone was as dry as ever and Garrett chuckled at the thought of having his friend scowl at a room full of noblewomen.

“That's a terrible idea, really. You don't know how lonely and repressed those poor girls are. Having a mysteriously handsome elf accompanying Hawke—well, you can see where this is going.”

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Rhiann opened her mouth to answer when a shriek pierced the sky. She cowered, covering her ears with her hands, eyes scanning the area for the source of the noise. Ahead, a piece of the ruins that had seemed to be a statue from this distance leapt into the air. Thank the Maker, it jumped away from them, into whatever lay behind those walls, and quiet settled around them once more.

Varric was the one to break the silence, muttering, “Please tell me your favour doesn’t involve--” He cast her a look, which she carefully avoided. “Shit, Rhiann!”

“I mean, I’m not sure.” Wrong thing to say, she realised when not only Varric, but Solas too scowled at her. “Dagna asked, wait, let me get her note.” She scrambled through one of the pouches on her belt until she found the scrap of paper that had arrived by raven some days ago. “Here. She wrote: ‘I just need to study a live varterral, first. A small one would do.’ Do you think that, ehm, that thing is a varterral?”

Solas sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “It is.”

#seren answers #ask game #it amuses me to no end how Rhiann no doubt makes Solas (mentally) facepalm all the time

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boysbeloving · 1 year

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getting to know your bl mutuals - tag

rules: answer the questions and @ some people. include the tag ‘g2ky BL mutuals 2022’ on your post so we can find everyone’s answer.

i was tagged by @baby-droll thanks babs! <333

okay so full disclosure...i started watching BLs in Feb/March 2022....and i haven't watched a lot of them...work is hectic and life is....draining busy.....so ya...BUT! i'll try my best to answer these questions!

what have been BLs that took you by surprise this year?

i didn't expect that prapai/sky couple from LITA would be my fav in the series....honestly....i started watching the series coz the lovely Immy @skamskada would NOT STOP sending me pics of one of the cast members on DMs...and i was like 'oh! is this that payu person? noice' and the sex scenes were quite out there so i was certainly intrigued....through the series i realised something: i came for payu and stayed for sky....so ya...this is what took me by surprise...some thoughts on the series (basically a discussion with Immy) are here and here

what have been BLs that you felt a bit disappointed with this year?

none lol...didn't watch many...also..i'm VERY selective about what i watch

what has been your favorite BL this year?

well....this sideblog is literally full of it...so KinnPorsche the Series (no points for guessing lol)

favorite BL couples (not just of 2022)

ooohhhhh!!!! okay.....here it goes....

kinn/porsche

sean/white

pat-pran

prapai/sky

payu/rain

lian/kuea

gao shide/zhou shuyi

honourable 3some mention

vegas/red motorbike/porsche

what's your non-BL favorite this year?

again....haven't got much time or energy to watch stuff so i don't think i have watched any non-BL series this year

BUT! the last k-drama i watched was Hometown Chachacha and i LOVED it...i haven't watched the latest seasons of a few western shows that i was following....i've seen some youtube scenes compilations of Abbott Elementary and it is quite a funny series!

tagging (absolutely no pressure!) @i-got-the-feels @domsaysstuff @skamskada @aayutha-ezhuthu @silverquillsideas @thewalkerunderthemoon @phakphumm @ahdriking and anyone else who wants to do it! i would love to read your answers <3

#g2ky bl mutuals 2022 #g2ky BL mutuals 2022 #tag game #about me #but y'all probably already knew all this heheeehehe <3

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queenofinys · 10 months

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okay! some audiobook recs for you — i have to recommend the version of les misérables that's narrated by adeel akhtar, natalie simpson, adrian scarborough, emma fielding, john owen-jones. it's long but it's phenomenal! and i also highly recommend the priory of the orange tree audiobook as well!

for ya sci-fi, i really liked the darkness outside us by eliot schrefer. daisy jones and the six by taylor jenkins reid, the switch by beth o-leary, and thank you for listening by julia whelan are all targeted for adults; the switch is narrated by daisy edgar jones who i adore, and i think the only way to read thank you for listening is via audiobook! the full cast for daisy jones really adds to the listening experience too. the mirror visitor series is a ya fantasy series that i liked on audiobook too — but i think the series isn't as good after book two. i just finished listening to a man called ove on audiobook, and was sobbing while walking my dog so i would not recommend listening to that one in public.

for nonfiction, i loved braiding sweetgrass: indigenous wisdom, scientific knowledge, and the teachings of plants, how to be perfect: the correct answer to every moral question, between the world and me, when broadway was black: the triumphant story of the all-black musical that changed the world & so you want to talk about race.

let me know if you decide to read any of these, and i'll send along trigger warnings! x

omg you are a literal angel thank you so much <333 i've read priory but none of the others on here so i will check some of the other options out!! <3

#answered #lastskisses #<3 #maya reads

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orphic-musings · 2 years

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Hi! Can I get Reader comforting Killua? Platonic, obviously

Hello there! Welcome to my blog and thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy! <333

Characters: Killua x gn! reader (platonic)

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort Warnings: vague spoilers for the end of hxh, killua is sad :((( Summary: Killua is in a state of quiet grief. Unable to see him like that, you offer some comfort. »»————-　♡　-————«« His silence is a crushing weight upon the room. Sure, he can be a quiet boy, but never like this. A statue, solemn. Gon gave him energy, pulled him out of his box and gave him friendship and laughter and love. You can’t bear to see him like this, you have to say something. Opening your mouth, though, you freeze; the words will not form. You glance at him, his eyes forlorn and cast to the ground, like a shell of his former self.

“Hey, Killua?” You try, but no response. “Listen I know this is a hard time but, you know you can talk to me. I’m here no matter what.” Still nothing. He is not the same boy you met in Yorknew City, full of youth and energy. Always chasing after something with.. Gon. You sigh. “Gon will be alright Killua, he will.” You try and sound confident, for his sake, but your own doubts make it waver. “How do you know that? What if he never wakes up, all because I couldn’t stop him. What if..” Killua speaks at last, his voice is quiet, weak, but full of emotion. Anger mostly, at himself likely, and also grief, confusion and dejection. “He will be ok,” you repeat, a little stronger this time, “we need to be strong for him, though. Gon did all that because… because he knew you would bring him back. Because he trusts you. What happened wasn’t your fault, but now you need to be there for him. And the only way you can do that is if you’re there for yourself first.” You hesitate again, taking uncertain breaths, and a deep quiet stretches across the room again. The air is tight like a toy wound too much, but you push through. “Believe in Gon. He will come back for you. You trust him right? You know better than anyone that he would never leave you, yeah?” You finish off softly, now turning to face him with a small smile. Killua’s shell cracks, just a little. Tears form at his eyes, and his face scrunches up with silent anguish. With a blink he lets the tears fall. “Can…” His voice falters, quieter than a bird’s wings. A long moment passes as he cries quietly, and your heart wrenches. “Can I have a hug?” He finds his words at last, but still doesn’t look at you. Under the hair hanging over his face you can see him though, and you realize that he’s just a boy. Just a child groping for warmth in a cold and cruel world. Just a child facing all the hardships and loss of a lifetime, in his short years. Just a child who misses his best friend. “Of course you can.” You move closer and pull him into a big embrace, making your prescence as welcome and comforting as you can. You gently rub his back, trying to give him some of the loving he never got from his parents. “Vulnurability is a kind of strength too, you know. Gon would be so proud of you for not giving up, you just need to hold on a little longer, okay?” He nods into your shoulder, getting your sleeve a bit wet from his messy face. “Okay.” He says, and he sounds so meek, but it’s sincere. “Thank you.” You pull away and smile at him again, while he rubs his tears away. “Now, how about I buy you a chocolate robot?” He nods and returns the smile, just a small one, but some of the life from before has returned to him.

#hxh fanfic #hunter x hunter #hxh killua #killua and gon #killua x reader #hxh angst #angst #comfort fanfic #x gn reader #x reader platonic #orphic musings

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circus4apsycho8 · 3 years

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HI KLOAT MOM, THIS IS TEM FROM THE HC,,. I WOULD LIKE TO POLITELY REQUEST GRILLBY OR MTT RESORT DATE WITH SANS X TEMMIE (as in, me temmie. not actual ut temmie) IF YOU CAN, THANK YOU ILY PLATONICALLY U COOL <33333

Hey chobleb! SO GLAD TO HEAR FROM YOU! Of course you can <333 Ilyt!! You're cool as well :DDDD

I decided to write this in second person so it can be applicable to everyone. Plus I feel like I’m bad at other POVs haha. This is your pretty generic uwu-sans-asks-you-out-on-date-in-the-underground oneshot but I still hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Sans x Reader

Warnings: mild cussing maybe i dont really remember

…

It’s not even time to leave and today is already a disaster.

Clothes are strewn about your room, Undyne is trying to calm you down, Alphys is going through your wardrobe and you’re in the midst of a breakdown.

“I can’t do this,” you say, clutching your chest. “I-I-“

“You can, nerd!” she says. “Just take a deep breath. It’s just Sans, and you’re only going out for lunch. That’s all.”

You exhale shakily, butterflies swirling in your tummy. “I’m so nervous, though…”

“That’s just b-because you’re overthinking th-things,” Alphys chimes in as she pulls something out from your closet.

“Exactly. Once you get there, you’ll realize how chill it’ll be,” Undyne says, patting you on the back a few times. “Looks like Alph found an outfit for you. Go try it on.”

You sigh, standing from the side of your bed. Alphys smiles softly as she hands you a dress. It’s an older one – one that Mettaton had designed for you a while back. It was too fancy for most occasions, but not for a date at the MTT Resort. You take it and enter your bathroom before changing into it.

Huh. It…actually looks kind of decent. Well, you expect it would – after all, it was tailored to fit your specific figure. The colors compliment your skin and bring out the color of your eyes. It’s flattering, but not too showy.

You step out of the bathroom, and are met by quiet gasps from your friends.

Undyne says your name softly. “That. That is the one.”

“It’s p-p-perfect! You look so pretty!”

“Thanks,” you mutter, too embarrassed to say anything else.

“Now, wear these shoes…and bam! You look great!” Undyne declares. Alphys nods in approval before she comes up behind you and pushes you out the door of your room.

“N-Now go wait downstairs! Sans will be here any s-second now!”

You roll your eyes as Undyne ushers you down near the front door. You’re too nervous to sit, so you walk around while fidgeting. Mind racing, you notice just how fast your heart is beating.

It’s then you hear a knock emanating from your front door. You suck in a deep breath before gathering you shattered nerves and opening the door.

There stands Sans, one hand hidden behind his back. He’s dressed in a light blue button-up and dark dress pants.

“hey,” he greets, a faint blue staining his zygomatic arches. He smiles, using his free hand to rub the back of his cervical vertebrae. “wow…you look so pretty…”

Your eyes widen as the blush returns at full force. “Oh…thank you. You look handsome,” you compliment, offering him a small smile.

He chuckles in response. “thanks. oh…these are for you.” He pulls his hidden arm out from his back, revealing a bouquet of flowers that must have come from Asgore’s garden.

You gasp in delight. “Sans! You didn’t have to…” You take the bouquet, staring at it in fascination. Such lovely flowers! “Thank you! I’ll go put them in a vase quickly.”

You quickly go to set the bouquet somewhere safe before you hurry back to the doorway. Sans offers a hand to you as you shut the door.

“may i?”

A giggle escapes you as you take his hand. “You may.”

“good, ‘cause i know a shortcut.”

“Yes, your teleportation. We know this.”

He winks. “let’s go. don't wanna be late to our reservation.”

With that, you feel the world fading beneath your feet as he whisks you through the void. Your head begins to spin as you feel the world rematerializing once more.

“Whew,” you say, your head spinning. Sans slips an arm around your waist to keep you upright.

“you okay?” he asks.

You take a moment to gather your bearings, not yet noticing his arm. “Yeah, I’m good now.”

“good,” he says softly, releasing his grip on you. You smile, noticing that the butterflies in your stomach have settled. Undyne was right – it’s just Sans, and you’re comfy with him.

Sans gently loops his phalanges through your fingers, and you don’t pull away.

…

Dinner was – well, it was fantastic. It was a teeny bit awkward at first, but soon enough the two of you were laughing and just overall having a nice time. The food was good, and Sans insisted on paying much to your dismay.

“hey, there’s one more spot i wanna take you to,” Sans says, tugging you out of the restaurant. You giggle, following him.

“Where are we going?”

“it’s a surprise. close your eyes?”

You obey, closing your eyes as he teleports the two of you through the void once more.

“keep your eyes closed. i'll guide you to the spot.”

“Okay. I trust you!”

With that, Sans loops his arm around your waist and guides you through the area. You try to figure out where you are by using your other senses. Judging by the sound of rushing water, and lack of a freezing cold temperature, you can assume you’re in Waterfall. But where is Sans taking you?

“k, you can open them now.”

You open your eyes, and gasp. Sans has taken you to a dark cavern filled with echo flowers, a small stream, and gems embedded in the walls and ceiling. The only illumination here is provided by the echo flowers.

“I don’t think I’ve been here before,” you note, smiling. You turn to Sans, studying how his bones are cast in the soft blue light of the flowers.

“it’s a secret hideout my bro and i have. i don’t think anyone else comes here.”

“That’s crazy,” you note, lifting the skirt of your dress a bit so you can kneel in front of an echo flower. You smile as Sans settles next to you.

“These flowers are so cool,” you note, gently touching one of the flower’s petals. It softly echoes back what you just said. “I wonder how they work? I mean, I understand it’s, well, magic, but still. It’s so incredible…”

You trail off, studying the flower for a moment later before you glance at Sans once more. He’s gazing at you with soft eyelights.

“you’re so beautiful,” he mumbles, tone soft as raises his right hand to cup your cheek.

Your blush returns tenfold as you melt into his touch. You press his hand against your skin and smile.

“Thank you,” you reply, holding his gaze and scooting closer to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “You know, you look so cute all dressed up.”

He chuckles lightly, brushing your cheek with his other hand. “thanks.”

Now, you’re so close that your nose is lightly pressed against his nasal bone. You still haven’t dropped your stare, and soon enough, Sans leans forward, pressing his teeth against your lips.

#undertale #undertale x reader #sans x reader #oneshot #reader insert

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giaourtopita · 3 years

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oh no i was summoned by a religiously traumatised 17 year old and now i gotta babysit them

again, kinda ooc. these are really fun to write, by the way if you have any suggestions for the next parts feel free to send me an ask or message me!! i don't know why i didn't mention this in the first chapter but this fic, especially this chapter, is very self indulgent!! i hope you'll like it<333

warnings; underage gn mc, religious trauma (about christianity)

< previous part

*after a few weeks from the first summoning of lucifer, mc really thought that he was just severely misunderstood. history and christians did him dirty, mc remembers themselves telling him. lucifer always felt his pride and ego boosted whenever they had a talk. mc really did look up to him, sure he didn't tell them everything about him or his family but they were okay with it. he tries to help them with homework from time to time, even if he's busy.*

*mc started thinking that if lucifer, a demon whose reputation in the human realm is beyond repair, is that nice to them then maybe someone would also be nice. lucifer told him they lucked out with him but if they tried to summon another demon things could possibly not turn out the way they wished to. it was almost as if lucifer not only wanted to keep them safe but he also wanted to keep them a secret especially from his brothers.*

*he loves his brothers a lot but he really didn't want them to spoil his fun. normally humans were extremely biased against him, so seeing a human especially one so young being so understanding and really trying to see things from his point of view really made him think that maybe not all humans are as pathetic as they seemed.*

*mc made a copy of the grimoire so that they could return the book back to the library. they thought if their parents were to find the original it would be much worse than just finding a notebook full of summoning spells and information about demons written using pretty glitter gel pens and having cute stickers stuck on the pages*

*they sat in their room while reading their own copy of the grimoire. satan, they read. almost immediately prepared themselves so they can do the summon.*

*they tried summoning him three times until they stopped. they thought maybe there was an error with the copy of the grimoire so they went back to the library to check just to be sure.*

*meanwhile in the devildom, satan was at the royal library. he was looking for any new books he could read. that is until he felt it, the feeling of getting summoned returned. he tried grabbing one of the new arrivals at the library but it was too late.*

*satan suddenly found himself grabbing the same book as mc. both exchanged a weird look before saying anything.*

mc: i thought the summon didn't work...

*satan didn't like getting summoned, let alone being summoned by a stranger. he didn't bother with pacts for this exact reason, he thought summons were a waste of time when he could just read instead, heck! even re-reading something is better than getting summoned, he thought.*

*satan noticing the book he and mc were holding, he got curious. average humans don't have such powerful magic. he was interested to know how this was possible.*

satan: i tried to delay the summon so i could finish my book in peace. now, how were you able to summon me?

mc: give me the book you're holding please.

*satan gives the book to mc and they turn to the page that's dedicated to him.*

satan: oh, but that requires a lot of power. are your family members sorcerers?

mc: oh no they're far from that, they would probably freak out if they ever find out that i have casted spells. maybe even send me to a christian boarding school and perform exorcism on me.

satan: how come you're not like them?

mc: i just felt forced into believing in it. the more i interacted with christians the more sure i was that i wasn't like that. sure there are good ones but most people i have interacted with say nasty things about people that haven't done anything to them and make up excuses about how their religion agrees with what they say.

satan: i see but why did you summon me?

mc: well, the other demon i summoned seemed pretty nice so i thought that since he was nice you would be nice too. i'm sorry for summoning you, you don't have to hang out with me if you don't want to.

*mc was nervous about his answer and kind of scared, but tried hard not showing it.*

satan: it's too late now, but if you're interested i could give you some recommendations on who to summon next.

*mc nodded and satan started looking for something in the grimoire while grinning. when he finally found the page he was looking for he turned the book to them and showed a demon*

satan: that's lucifer and make sure to summon him late at ni-

mc: that's the one i've summoned actually, he even gave me a spell so we can set a time for when i can summon him.

satan: oh.

*satan seemed disappointed, mc noticed that but they wouldn't comment on it.*

satan: lucifer is my, uh brother. he's the oldest actually, out of seven.

mc: really? when i was younger i used to think that he was you.

satan: you used to think that he was me?

*satan started laughing, he laughed very loudly. mc was starting to get concerned.*

mc: what happened? why are you laughing? people here do confuse you for each other.

satan: lucifer and i have a pretty rocky relationship, i don't really feel like talking about it. anyways i'll show you the rest of my brothers.

satan: here's the second-born, mammon. he is the avatar of greed so you can't let him near anything of value. unless you want him to steal it, it's kind of annoying.

mc: so if i summon him, what would happen?

satan: he would probably think you're one of the witches he's indebted to.

*mc continued to listening to satan talking about his brothers until it was pretty late and mc had to head back to their house. but there was one last brother mc just had to ask about*

mc: what about this one?

satan: this is belphegor, you should never summon him. he's holding a grudge against humans and he will not hesitate hurting you. you were lucky you summoned me and not him.

*satan said with a concerned and worried look on his face*

mc: okay i won't summon him, i promise. and thank you for hanging out with me.

*noticing how late it was, satan offered to walk them home. after arriving at their house he asked them to inform him first about summoning him and only do it if it's absolutely needed.*

*mc wished him goodnight and entered their house ready to be scolded for taking too long at the library.*

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Pairings: BokutoxY/N (platonical), Surprise characterxY/N

A/N: Hey y'all. I'm not doing great per se. College is really stressing me out. And I really wanna write. But I'm not really getting time. Anyway, here's a piece I wrote a few months ago but had to clean it a little. Enjoy<333 Warnings: A LOT of ANGST, Suicide Attempts, Manipulation, Light fluff, Minors DNI

W.C: 1,329

You know you really missed him. Because the second you turned to the other side in the morning, the bed was empty. His now faded scent stayed on. Of course you’d been wanting to see him again. How could you even forget the way he made you feel? The happy aura, the comforting arms, the occasional breakfast in bed on weekends.

You fight a tear from your side. Why’d you have to go ahead and mess it up? What was the reason? A whole year, wasted.

Your thoughts were disturbed by the door bell ringing profusely. You hoped it was him. You’d hoped he’d come back to forgive you, to be the bigger person. You open the door slightly to have eye contact with Bokuto. You knew he’d rushed all the way from his practice for you. You really needed someone right now. And you didn’t know who to call other than him.

“I know you were at practice,” you said after opening the door and letting him in “I’m really sorry. I just wanted someone to be with” you said, looking at the floor in shame.

“Hey, it’s okay. We got off early today. So, I didn’t miss practice.” He said, softly taking off his jacket and throwing his bag on the couch. Observing your tear stained face Bokuto did not waste a second in engulfing your small frame into his arms.

“I know he meant a lot. But you should stop. You know he won’t come back.” He whispered while stroking your hair and planting soft kisses across your scalp.

Bokuto and you had been best friends forever. Which made it easier for you to share things with him. It was as if you both knew everything about each other. Exactly how each other felt. But you also knew you two would never work it out. It would never happen.

He would be in another city and you couldn’t be with someone who could not devote every single minute to you.

Your separation anxiety always becomes worse in long distance. That is exactly what had happened, didn’t it? Instead of going to him, you’d chosen someone else’s company. You’d cheated on him with someone else. You never knew you were capable of it.

You’d ruined a lot of friendships this way. Only for you to block your past relationships. Cutting them off without any hesitation. Which only lead to your small friend circle and a lot of self destructive tendencies.

“Bo...why am I this way? I don’t want to be this way. I want to get better. I want to be normal. I don’t want to be dependent on people. Please. Take care of me. I want to get better,” a burst of tears flooded your face, all being absorbed by Bokuto’s jersey.

“I don’t want to feel this pain anymore.”

Bokuto responded to this by swooping your shivering body off the floor. The walk from the foyer to the bedroom seemed long with the words you kept murmuring. Talking so negatively about yourself, it broke Bokuto’s heart.

“It’s alright, I got you,” He said, opening the door of your bathroom “you’ll be good, I know you’ll be. You’ve always been this strong.” He kept your cold, murmuring body in the bathtub and started filling it with warm water.

He held your hand. You saw his face. His grey hair, drooping. His face filled with stubble. His eyes surrounded by the dark circles clearly visible from the sleepless nights. It had been so long since you’d seen him you’d forgotten his rough, calloused hands in yours. His lips silently moving in a prayer.

You couldn’t blame him. He had too much on his brain, his schedule, his practice. His girlfriend blamed him for things he wasn’t responsible for. There was too much going on in both of your lives to have time for each other but you were eternally grateful for this moment.

Your thought process was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Your body refused to move. “Ko.. could you get the door, please?” you said with your croaky voice.

“Yes, just close your eyes” Bokuto said while getting up, turning the tap off and going out of the bathroom. What if you could end everything right now?

What if you just drowned yourself and got over with it. It’s not like your life wasn’t worth living anyway. You’d never done anything special since childhood. You’d never been loved. Just cast aside.

“Maybe I should slip in the water. Nobody would ever know.”

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“Y/N, WAKE THE FUCK UP, I’M NOT GONNA LOSE YOU LIKE THIS.” Bo said with tears in his eyes. How could he be so stupid leaving you alone in a tub full of water. “WAKE UP WAKE UP PLEASE JUST WAK-”

“Give her to me, get the heater and blankets, I’ll carry her over to the bed. Get the hairdryer while you’re at it” he said.

“THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU COULD’VE JUST STAYED AT HOME WITH HER. YOU SHOULD’VE JUST BEEN WITH HE-”

“It wasn’t my fault Bokuto. Refrain yourself. One of us needs to be calm. Get the things quickly” He said as he picked your unconscious body up from the water and kept it on the bathroom floor and petted you dry.

“DON’T TOUCH HER, SHE’S ALREADY SO RUINED. BECAUSE OF YOU.YOU TOOK HER SANITY.”

“You know what she’s done, Bokuto. You think it hasn’t affected me? I’m ready to do everything for her. There is no forgiveness. There is just something I wanna talk to her about. This is just psychological manipulation she’s doing to get you too. You know she doesn’t care. You know ho-”

“Get out. Leave her on the bed.” the pain in his voice was audible.

“I know.”

Bokuto looked at him in confusion and watery eyes. “What?”

“I know you’re in love with her. I know she cheated on me with you. Don’t you understand how hard it is for me to be here with you? Don’t you know, Bo?” he sighed “I know you cheated on your girlfriend too. I don’t know what to do. I love her. But this here, looking at her this way, with you? I don’t think you’re supposed to be here.” he said, briefly stopping to rub your body rigorously for heat and looking at Bokuto.

“I better leave. Take care, Y/N. You got what you wanted.”

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“Ka….geyama?”

“Hi, angel. I’m back. Just like you wanted.” Kageyma said as he locked on your eyes and held your cold hands in his warm ones.

“Where’s Bokuto?” you asked him looking around the bedroom. He was sitting on the study chair, looking at you.

The fresh sheets were laid. The dirty laundry bunch you’d thrown in the corner had been put in the laundry. The curtains were pulled apart to get the sunlight in the room. The fresh set of clothes that you were wearing kept you warm. The warmth had finally woken you up.

“He won’t be bothering you for a while. He took his decision.” The black haired boy said as he looked up with a shit eating grin, holding a cup of hot liquid.

“Anyway, I know it was him,” he said while swirling around in the chair. “So I fucked his girlfriend. She told me to not tell you but she’s breaking up with him.”

A look of horror struck your face. “Why would you do that?”

“It’s simple, baby. He’s permanently leaving the country and I’m gonna move in with his girlfriend. You’ll be left alone again. And that’s a better revenge than I originally planned.”

He said as he got up from his chair, kept the tea on your night stand and stood near the door frame.

“Enjoy your loneliness. I really let you live so you could feel this pain. See you later, babe” he said as he broke the last eye contact you’d ever have with him.

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