#sO EXCUSE ME IF IT'S A BIT ALL OVER THE PLACES
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h-hey 👯♀️😕😜🎀
Since you said in your other post that you wanted to write for either Miko or Ei, I HAD AN IDEA!!
What if Miko and fellow kitsune!Reader who start their breeding months (in january obviously) and have Ei volunteering herself to them not knowing that they can’t obviously be sated in just one day 🙄 (r.i.p her cunny)
☆ — DEMO TRACK: switch!Miko x sub!Ei x dom!Reader
☆ — TYPE: NSFW
☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader and Miko can shift what they want (specifically their genitals 😄), knotting and breeding (not really)
☆ — NOTES: You. YOUUUUUU. Are such a genius ily anon ty for this 🙏🙏🙏
Ohhhh this bitch REALLY fucked around and found out LOL I almost feel bad.......almost
Have to hand it to Ei though, she DID try to research before proposing the idea in the first place. Especially since this is set in the first year since she got out the PoE........but studying it obv won't be the same as the real thing LOL
You and Miko have fared relatively okay on your own—the two of you have ABSOLUTELY mated before to ease each other's heat but it always felt like something was missing. You both made sure to take procedures to make sure neither of you ever concieved a child after the process with the excuse of the two of you being way too busy to care for one but like. The actual main reason was that if you were to have a child, you both wanted to have the third piece of the puzzle there with you
Now that the third member of your polycule's back, your heats are STRONGER THAN EVER bc wtf she's acc here??? Ughfhghfhh neeeeeed......like do you get me I hope you do
It wasn't as if it was a normal discussion to have out in public (you both always talked about it indoors until neither of you needed to really talk ab it anymore from all the time spent w each other) but it was a nice picnic between the three of you; Ei's head was on Miko's thighs as she ate up yet ANOTHER skewer of tricolour dango while you were leaning on the latter's side when she brought it up
Ei cleared her throat with a slight tinge of nervousness, "Could I perhaps, ah.. assist the both of you in your mating period?"
You choked on the dango that you were about to swallow as you see Miko startle the slightest bit, nearly dropping her novel in the process.
When you managed to regain your composure (or at least a modicum of it), you could only rush out a simple "'scuse me?" as Miko placed her book down to the side with a raised brow.
Miko combed her fingers through Ei's hair as she questioned, "What brought this on, dear?"
"Well..." The Archon licked her lips as she slowly got her words out, "I've.. left you two for over five hundred years. And while I'm glad that you both had each other for company whenever the season hits, I cannot deny that.. well, I feel bad, I suppose."
"You feel bad," the shrine priestess mocked, which.. really, wasn't all that undeserved, despite the fact that she was mocking the nation's leader.
"For a lack of a better word, yes." She sits up and turns to the both of you, putting the now-empty skewer aside, "Now that I have returned from my admittedly self-imposed isolation, it would be remiss of me to.. avoid my duties as your lover."
"I don't mean to be rude, Your Excellency," you teased, "but do you even know what you're saying? You've been in the Plane of Euthymia for so long; I worry for your safety."
You hear the pink fox envoy let out a quiet snort of amusement for your slight condescension (all in good faith, of course) as Ei sighed, "I think you forget that I am not a fragile mortal who needs to be coddled—I can withstand brutal wars and come out victorious."
"Besides," she adds, "I have done a fair amount of research to refresh my knowledge. I assure you both that I can take whatever it is you give me."
Miko mused, "I thought you knew better than to rely on textbook information rather than actual experiment, Ei."
"You're trying much too hard to dissuade me from my offer."
"We both deserve to rib into you for at least a couple hundred years."
"Especially considering how we've been left to fend for ourselves..."
"I.. suppose I do deserve that. And I want to make amends for it all, starting with this. So.. will you let me help? Please?" She looked at the both of you with such sincerity despite the subject matter.
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The fact that Raiden Ei herself was begging the two of you though...
The both of you jumped her sides with sharing grins, your ears flicking in sync as you let out your own laughs.
"You should hope that you don't regret that, Ei.."
"..Because we are rather.. insatiable."
Then comes the actual thing and ohhhhh girlie was NOT prepared
When I said your heats get worse bc of how Ei's back, I fucking MEAN IT. It's the fact that that familiar sweet smell isn't just a not-quite-forgotten memory for you two anymore that it's just driving you both abslutely NUTS
When she gets to you two she gets POUNCED ON and there is. Basically no break for her at all and foreplay is basically foreGONE atp tbh
Eat her cunt like a bitch STARVED it's like both you and Miko are competing and assisting each other at the same time like who can eat her out better, who can make her squirt, etc etc
SO MANY BITE MARKS ON HER HOLY SHIT like okay yes on you and Miko as well but both of you want to mark Ei EXTREMELY for all the time you've lost with her. The both of you wanna show both Ei and perhaps the entirety of Inazuma that archon is YOURS at the end of the day......at least, if the loud noises didn't give them enough of a hint 🤷♀️
You're so right anon rip Ei's cunny indeed bc both you and Miko ABUSE the living HELL out of it❗️❗️❗️ You do often have to personally pry Miko off when she's overstaying in the spot you're supposed to share 🫶🫶🫶🫶 just tell her she's being a VERY bad girl rn and she'll fold. Usually she wouldn't but the haze (lol) in her mind is sooo fucking thick she can't think straight and she can't think of the witty remarks she would've otherwise made :((( poor baby the only thing she wants to do is breed and get bred :(((((((
I need to spitroast her with Miko so very badly I'm ngl to you I neeeed I NEEEEED I need to see Ei being impaled on both ends, both sides basically slobbering
It'd be very messy and would 100% take so long before you finish but when you do, it's with your fellow kitsune's own pussy practically filled to the brim and Leaking as she's laid out and finally passed out as your hips are locked in on your Archon's own; you cumming inside of you for like the nth time and stuffing her full w a mix of both your and Miko's cum and essentially plugging it with an inflamed bulb :3
Whether Ei has a system that allows her to get pregnant or not, gen who knows.......but one thing's def for sure. Or like three things acc: one, you two are VERY clearly excited that your shared lover is finally back; two, turns out she absolutely LOVES being used and bred by her two partners; and three?
It was an unusually hard thing to do, waking up. Despite having an artifical body and being an archon that has faced true horrors and extreme exhaustion, she found herself absolutely spent from the marathon.. copulation.
Ei had hoped that her exhaustion meant that the two of you were much more tired than she was, even despite your inhumanity, and yet...
Her eyes couldn't help but flutter open as a sudden gasp left her lips—she sees you push into her roughly with a lust-addled look on your face. You were already inside her when she fell asleep, considering the animalistic knot that held the both of you together, but even when it had shrunk to a more.. manageable level, you still hadn't taken it out.
Then Ei looks slightly to the right and there she sees her pink-haired familiar, heavily breathing as she grinded her wet, hot pussy onto her thighs with such loud, obscene moans.
(If the Archon listened close enough, which she did, she would've noticed the slight growl to the sounds she made—such a sound was at its most clearest when she ducked down to press another bite mark on porcelain skin.)
She couldn't even utter a word to remark that she had just woken up, didn't even have the room to do anything to stop you before you started pounding away at her like your life depended on it.
..And she could. Really, she could. She wasn't the feared Raiden Shogun for nothing.
She could stop you if she wanted to.
If she wanted to.
But when she feels the residual fluids within her gush out as you essentially resculpt her insides over and over and over, when she feels the desperate whines that Miko lets out as she cums and covers her thigh in slick, well.
She finds that she doesn't really want to.
(And really, not only was it her fault for volunteering, but this is her responsibility as your lover.)
(She knew that, and she wasn't going to start shirking her responsibilities again.)
(Even if it costs her her mobility for a while. But it's fine, she can just do a lot of maintenance after.)
#hazy demos!#hazy explicits!#raiden ei x reader#ei x reader#raiden ei smut#ei smut#sub raiden ei#sub ei#yae miko x reader#yae miko smut#sub yae miko#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact smut#sub genshin impact#genshin#genshin x reader#genshin smut#sub genshin#genshin women#genshin women x reader#genshin women smut#sub genshin women#gn reader
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bed sharing - @wolfstarmicrofic - 657 words
“I am not sharing a single bed with you.”
“Sirius, it’s just one night,” Remus said crabbily.
Sirius gave Remus a withering look at his brazen dismissal of Sirius’s suffering.
It was a replay of an argument they’d been having for the last three days over Harry’s 30th birthday. He and Cedric had a large house, but an even larger group of friends, and the sleeping arrangements were becoming limited.
“And I’d like to get some sleep during it! And so would you, I’m sure,” Sirius added. “And you’re much crabbier than I am when you’re tired.”
Remus raised a deeply sardonic eyebrow, but Sirius was undeterred.
“I’m taking the other guest room,” he insisted.
“There are other guests. We cannot take two rooms!”
“We bloody well can when we’re two six foot adults being asked to squeeze into a kid’s bed!”
Remus sighed in impatience. “We’re making Harry’s life difficult. Where is everyone else supposed to sleep?”
“Harry doesn’t mind!” Sirius replied, his voice raising in line with his frustration. “They’ve added a room on the top floor for Andromeda and Ted, and if another Weasley shows up they’ll camp out in the living room.”
Remus made an aggravated noise in the back of his throat, turning away as he sensed the argument lost and yet not settled at all.
“Why are you so worked up about this?” Sirius demanded.”
“Because they’ll think that we have problems!” Remus shouted, whipping back round. Sirius balked slightly in surprise. “Sleeping in separate bedrooms! Coming up with excuses!”
“Moony…” Sirius began, suddenly softer now, trying to wrap his head around Remus’s words. “Who’s…? No one will care.”
“Oh, you don’t think Molly won’t make a comment? Or perhaps Andromeda?”
Remus could feel all logic slipping away from him, but the confusing mess of feelings bubbling away needed to overflow and this was the only place ever safe for that.
“I don’t want to be any different from anyone else. I don’t want people to think that we don’t… that we’re not…”
“That we don’t fuck?” Sirius said, goading him deliberately until he fell over the edge.
“Yes!” Remus shouted. “Or that we don’t love each other! Or share each other’s bed! Or cuddle, or you read me something from your book, or I snore too loudly when we’ve had wine, or we argue about the heating charms or anything else other married couples do!”
“I don’t think anyone snores as loudly as you, Moony,” Sirius smirked.
“Oh fuck off,” Remus snapped, waving his hand so angrily that a few books toppled off the nearest bookcase. Sirius sent them back with a quick flick of his fingers, then walked slowly over to where Remus was standing, fuming by the fireplace.
“You’ll never be able to prove to them what you think you need to prove,” Sirius said gently, resting his hands on Remus’s arms, one thumb rubbing soothingly into the crook of his elbow. “It’s our life, Moony. Doesn’t matter whether they think it’s good enough or not. It’s ours.”
Remus sighed, then leant forward until his forehead was pressed in Sirius’s shoulder.
“I know,” he mumbled. “Sorry for… I don’t know.”
“S’okay. It - it gets to me too, still,” Sirius admitted, wrapping his arms around Remus’s waist.
They stood there silently for a long moment, holding each other.
“I’ll transfigure the room so it fits a king bed, alright?” Sirius said quietly. “Harry won’t mind if I prod at the walls a bit.”
“You don’t have to—” Remus began, looking up at him.
“It’s not because of what Molly and Andromeda might think,” Sirius said firmly. “I’d just rather be with you when you’re feeling like this. And, you know…” His face spread into a teasing smile. “I like how you are when I’ve been wearing those tight jeans all day.”
“You’re not…”
“Oh, I absolutely am,” Sirius said smugly. “See how much anyone doubts that we fuck then.”
#wolfstar microfic#wolfstar#sirius black#remus lupin#otp: i’m mental about you#hp#writing tag#they’re so silly#sirius is the ONLY place remus will ever feel safe to be angry
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— yard sale
pairing: alessia russo x reader
synopsis: you pack up your life and move far away from the supposed love of you life
warnings: just lots of angst
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I put a sign on a telephone pole with the address below
I wrote the time and I circled in bold, everything must go
you knew that it was time for you to leave. you and alessia's relationship had crumbled from beneath your feet quickly and mercilessly. one day you two were happy and planning a future and the next you were throwing her out and telling her that you never wanted to see her again.
so here you were, sitting out front of your place with a dingy clothes rack and boxes of all your meaningless things ready to sell so that you could pack up your life in london and get the fuck out.
a pair of young teenage girls hand you some clothes, a pair of shoes and a necklace along with the money to pay. you smile gratefully and put the items in a plastic bag before waving them goodbye, not noticing the figure standing a little bit away from where you were sitting. the head of blonde hair isn't the thing that catches your eye, it's the pair of arsenal trackies she's wearing. your eyes travel from the number six on her pants all the way up to her face where her eyes are boring into you.
you curtly nod and attempt to distract yourself with putting some other shirts on hangers when she slowly makes her way over. leah tucks her hands in the pocket of her jumper and digs her toe in the ground, her head hung low like she’s thinking.
sneaking a glance at her you clear your throat “leah”
“hey” she says surprised like she wasn’t expecting you to see her standing right in front of you “bit of spring cleaning?”
you half smirk and grab more hangers from the box next to you “moving. i don’t want to take everything”
the lioness captain stands up straight “you’re moving? where to?”
“chicago”
“oh wow. so far away”
you roll your eyes “you here to buy something or just to look around?” your patience is quickly wearing thin every moment she tries to make small talk. it wasn’t really like leah, the few times you’d hung out with her in a group setting she always had a purpose for a conversation. it wasn’t that she necessarily hated small talk, she just wasn’t good at it. at all.
“honestly i came to see how you were doing” she scratches the back of her neck “i saw the sign and, y’know”
nodding your head, you smile at another girl handing you money for a black dress that alessia had convinced you to buy when you were her date for an event. it was classy and sleek, and you remembered the feeling of alessia’s hands all over you through the night. you watch the girl go wistfully before directing your attention back to the footballer.
“thanks, really, but it wasn’t needed. i’m fine”
you know that leah sees right through you but she doesn’t argue, instead excusing herself and giving a tight lipped smile to people she passes as she walks back to her car. you watch her trot across the street to her car. she practically throws the door open and slides in hastily, like she had suddenly remembered that she needed to be somewhere.
before she drove off you heard her phone ring through the bluetooth in her car. if it wasn’t so loud you wouldn’t have heard the very familiar ‘hello’ from the other end of the line.
Every perfect memory
Stacked in boxes on the street
Take what's left of you and me
when leah told alessia that you were packing up your whole life and moving, she almost couldn’t believe it. for three straight nights after that conversation she had laid in bed tossing and turning and trying to convince herself that it wasn’t real, that you weren’t moving thousands of kilometres away from her.
one morning before an early training session she drove past your flat. she remembers how cold it was, and how even her fleece jumper couldn’t stop her from shivering as she turned down your street.
the movers outside your place made her stomach turn. she thought she was going to throw up when she saw you putting boxes into the back of the van with a smile on your face. you were happily chatting to one of the movers and she could tell just by the way you were smiling that you were excited.
the possibility that you were going to be happy without her in your life makes her speed down the rest of your street. she calls in sick to training that day and doesn’t answer leah or kyra’s texts.
leah doesn’t have to ask her what’s wrong when she turns up at her front door later that day. the tears on alessia’s sweatshirt tell leah everything she needs to know.
I tried to call but you didn't call back to come and get you things
I thought about just striking a match but it's hard to burn a memory
you had called and texted her so that she could come and get the things she didn't take with her when you threw her out. despite your best efforts to be the bigger person, the striker didn't once get back to you, instead leaving you on delivered and sending you straight to voicemail.
you gave up quickly after that, choosing to pack up your life around the small pile of things that sat in the corner of your quickly emptying bedroom. you packed her belongings into a cardboard box and labelled it ALESSIA, the black marker you used to do so feathering and squeaking.
you packed it into storage with the rest of your belongings and left it with everything you weren’t able to take with you to chicago. you had thought about burning her things, just simply throwing them into the bonfire pit in your small backyard, but you knew that it didn’t matter what you did with her things. the memories would linger.
Every empty picture frame
All the shit that I tried to save
Name your price, you can have my pain
one way you decided to cope was by taking every photo that you had framed of the two of you and throwing it out.
you balled them up and threw them in the trash without a second thought, not once sparing a glance and alessia’s smiling face as you tossed her away. you ended up donating all the empty frames to your local thrift, and whatever couldn’t be donated ended up thrown out.
every photo was a memory of what once was. each holiday, anniversary and special moment had been captured and put behind glass for what you thought would be forever. alessia had grown fond of decorating the walls of both of your places with photos of the two of you. her entry hall had been a shrine to your relationship and people would often comment how lucky the both of you were to have found eachother.
everlasting love was something that you had once believed in, something that you once treated as gospel. it was hard to deal with the fact that you had suddenly lost belief in it. in her.
It's time to empty out the place (hey!)
I used to love but now I hate
you had gotten so incredibly lucky with your flat. rent was a decent price, it was close to work, within walking distance from a quaint little bookshop and it only took lessi six minutes to get from her place to yours.
it was a dream for you, one that you quickly embraced. you made your place your own with small touches of yourself around the place. from the decor, to the furniture, even to the way things were laid out. your place was definitely yours.
slowly but surely you emptied the home you once loved. took down the pictures, sold the furniture and tossed anything that made you think of your ex. you hollowed out your home and carved a hole into your heart, mercilessly hacking away pieces of yourself that no longer fit who you were.
now as you stand with your hand on the doorknob to your front door, the ghost of memories prance through the empty halls and past you like you’re watching your own memories back on a tv.
it hurt to leave but it hurt more to know that there was nothing you could’ve done to prevent you and alessia ending the way you did.
All the love is, all the love is gone
#pegs woso#woso#woso x reader#woso fic#woso imagine#woso fanfics#alessia russo#alessia russo x reader#alessia russo fic#alessia russo imagine#arsenal#lionesses#arsenal x reader
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Nordic Bunny x Reader WP (W.I.P.)
(Sorry in advance ;-;)
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TW: Swearing
Honestly this isn't your best moment. You kinda got scammed out of 20 bucks for what you thought was a cheap cosplay of an alien soldier and when you put on said costume you got screamed at to "get back to the ship" and got kidnapped by some purple fish looking creatures. Next thing you know you're in outer space in, what you can only assume is, some sorta Ren Faire for space dorks. It looked pretty cool, but people kept trying to put you to work and getting you to larp with them, talking about some "Ruler of the Galaxy" and "Nightmare to Humanity". It was all really charming but right about now is when you were starting to get the munchies, so naturally you went on the prowl for some poor vending machine and/or food cabinet.
Without any helpful signs around to guide you through this maze of Star Wars ride at Disneyworld and Metallica's love child, you got lost. After walking for a while you start to hear shouting. A sign of life, and perhaps snacks (or at the very least water. Because GOD DAMN was it getting hot). Walking closer the shouts got louder and you could make out some words.
"ANOTHER FAILURE! WHO THE HELL THOUGHT CRABS WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA?!"
"Um, you did... sir."
"SHUT UP, DUM DUM! Are you calling me STUPID?!"
You reached the door and it automatically slid open, just in time for you to see one of your fellow cosplayers get zapped and turned into feathers by an extremely tall guitar monster. In this life or death situation you know it is important for you do react with dignity and poise, as to survive and stay alive. So you respond in kind,
"HOLY SH*T, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! OH MY GOD?!"
Your panicked state causing you to just freeze in place, stuttering and mumbling utter nonsense.
"Excuse me? YOU DARE INSULT AND MOCK ME?? YOUR FEARSOME RULER??!?"
The guitar man struts closer, is it wearing platforms??? He (???) Raises his hand, the one that shot the guy before you (rest in piece). You stumble back and scream,
"AHHHH DONT SHOOT ME PLEASE!! I HAVE BANANAS IN THE FREEZER I STILL NEED TO BAKE INTO BANANA BREAD. They've been in there for months, BUT I PROMISE I'M GOING TO GET TO IT I SWEAR!!"
He falters, and in this moment you take in his appearance. He had a dark robotic and skeletal build, donning some sick ass platform boots, a leather cap, a red tie, and huge shoulder pads. His face was that of an electric guitar, rocking red eyes and scarlet lipstick, and... wait is he just in his underwear?
"What the- You're a human?!"
He lowers his hand and you let out a sigh of relief.
"Yeah... I'm a human. What about it?"
"How did you get up here?! Into my IMMENSELY IMPENETRABLE EVIL HEADQUARTERS?!"
"... I walked."
"...Oh."
You both kinda sat in awkward silence for a bit. The issue from before had presented itself once again when your stomach let out a noise that even Godzilla would be jealous of.
"You uh... got any snacks man?" You asked, the fear from before subsiding and your fallen brother in arms forgotten (R.I.P Nathan). Guitar man™ looks at you quizically, then turns around and whispers to himself (you could still hear though because he isn't a very quiet person).
"If I befriend this human... I'll be able to infiltrate the Earth AND TAKE IT OVER THUS BECOMING THE GRAND IMPERIAL EMPORER AND MOST EXTREME BEARER OF AWESOMENESS WHO HAS LOTS OF FRIENDS AND NEVER HAS TO HANG OUT ALONE!! MUAHAHAHA!!!"
"Sooooo... is that a no?"
He turns back around and smiles wickedly,
"Come now human! I will grant you snacks and in return you will become my friend, hang out with me, tell me all of humanities weaknesses and how to defeat Shred Force!"
"Yeah ok." You shrug.
He grabs your arm and just about drags you with him as he strides down the hallway. You stumble but manage to keep pace.
"Hey what's your name anyway?"
"You, my fair accomplice, can call me Nordic Bunny. RULER OF THE GALAXY AND NIGHTMARE TO HUMANITY"
"Cool cool."
What the hell have you gotten yourself into (Seinfeld credits play)
(Sorry for the bad grammar, here's a little doodle for compensation)
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#nordic bunny#nordic bunny shred force#nordic bunny x reader#shred force#i apologize for what i have done#IM REALLY SORRY ITS JUST THAT THERES NO NORDIC BUNNY STUFF 😭#might put on ao3 idk
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Uneggspected - Tokyo Debunkers
Pairing: Haru x Reader
Warnings: Egg.
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: Finally posting again! Celebrating with a Tokyo Debunkers fic to feed the fans
You needed a break. Constantly going from house to house, mission to mission, was draining you. So you did what you always did when you needed a break: visited Jabberwock. The rolling fields, sunny sky, and cute anomalies was like a haven. You happily skipped down the walkway and to the dorms. You knocked happily.
"You're here!" Haru said as he whipped open the door. "Perfect!"
"Were you expecting- woah!"
Haru tugged you inside the dorm. His hand clamped down tight on yours as he dragged you to the kitchen. On the kitchen floor was a large egg. You blinked once. Then twice. That was a big egg. You looked over at Haru who had a frown.
"Egg?"
"I don't know how to be a mother." He sighed and shook his head.
"Peekaboo is literally your child."
"I don't know how to raise an egg!"
Okay, this was weird. But it's normal. At least, for this dorm. This place was like a zoo, after all. You crouched and studied the egg. It was white, with purple and green dots all over it. You tried to think about all the anomalies you've seen here. You don't really remember any of them being egg layers. None of them looked like egg layers, but what would that even look like in the first place?
"What is it?"
"An egg."
You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, I see that. But from where?"
Haru shrugged. He set down Peekaboo who started sniffing around the egg. "It was just delivered here. No notes, info, nothing. I was told to just wait until it hatched."
"Oh." You looked up at Haru. "I'm guessing you want my help?"
"Please." He sat next to you.
"Fine. Are we just gonna sit here and wait for it to hatch?"
He smiled at you. You took it as a yes and settled down in a more comfortable position. This wasn't so bad. It was technically a break and you weren't necessarily doing anything. Just sitting and watching an egg. Would it be your idea of relaxation? No. What you really wanted to do was just cuddle Peekaboo for a bit then call it a day.
Haru sat quietly next to you. His face was twisted in concentration. With how much he was always bouncing around, it was a little odd to see him so stationary. Peekaboo waddled around the egg, cooing and making curious sounds. You smiled softly.
"You doing okay?" Haru suddenly asked.
"Yeah? Why?" You looked back over at him. He kept that serious gaze.
"You look tired. And your face was sad when I answered the door."
You frowned. "Excuse you, I was smiling."
"Your heart was frowning."
"Cheesy."
He sighed and scooted closer to you. "I know. But I am kinda worried about you. You're always going from mission to mission."
You rolled your eyes. "Oh, please. It's not as bad as the work you do. Do you even go to classes because of how much you're working here? Or sleep more than three hours?"
"Hey!" He put his hands up in defense. "Don't turn your attention to me. This, I'm used to. I'm a ghoul. It's nothing. But you? How are you really feeling?"
The playful smirk on your face slowly melted. The memories of how you felt when you first arrived flooded your mind. You slowly hugged your knees to your chest. You rested your cheek on your knees. You didn't want to think about it. If you did, it would make your brain feel all goopy. It would make you realize that you would probably never find a cure for the curse that was put on you.
Haru sighed. He hesitantly wrapped his arm around you. It was odd. It felt odd. But you kept your gaze on the egg and leaned slightly into him. Haru always seemed so aloof. From what you've seen of him, he was like you. Constantly on the go so he didn't have to think. Just the thought made you sad.
"Oh. The egg." Haru pointed at it. The egg wiggled.
"Huh. Is it about to hatch?"
You leaned forward and studied it. The egg shook again. A small crack formed on the top. You got an uneasy feeling. Not all anomalies were nice. They could look cute, but bite your finger off. You witnessed Peekaboo go feral when it wasn't fed on time. And this egg would no doubt have a hungry anomaly searching for its first meal. You leaned back.
"I think we should bring it outside." You said, looking over at Haru.
He tilted his head. "I thought it would be more comfortable in here."
"Yeah, but what if it's like… dangerous? Or starts running around everywhere?"
"That's a good idea. We should-"
The egg started to form more cracks. Your eyes grew wide. Haru started cursing and picked up the egg. He ran towards the front door, you and Peekaboo trailing behind him. The three of you ran far from the dorm before setting it back down. The egg was shaking violently. Haru pushed you behind him, keeping his grip on your wrist.
"Get ready to run!" He said.
The egg fell apart. And inside… was another egg.
"The fuck?" You narrowed your eyes.
"Oh my god, it's an egg!" Haru sighed and let go of your wrist.
"Waaah!!"
The egg sprouted eyes and lips, tears streaming down its shell. Okay, that was creepy. The face was oddly human as it continued to cry. Maybe you had enough of a break for today. You backed away slowly. Haru wouldn't let you.
"Where are you going? Don't leave your child."
You tried shaking off his grip. "That's your child! Not mine!"
He gasped. "How dare you! We hatched it together. That means we're both parents."
"No. I'm leaving. And I'm not paying child support."
"What is wrong with you two?" Ren appeared by your side. He was in his diner uniform.
You and Haru looked at each other. You smirked. He smiled brightly. Poor Ren, didn't know what he was walking into. Haru picked up the crying egg and placed it in Ren's arms. Ren immediately looked disgusted.
"Ew! What the hell is this thing?! Get it away! It's so ugly!"
"Sorry, Ren." Haru grabbed your hand once again. "We need you to take care of the egg while we go finish chores."
"What?! No! I have to go to work!"
"Thanks for being a good brother!" You said as you and Haru left him behind.
"Why am I the brother?!"
You and Haru just ran away. Giggles left your mouth as the two of you ran. Haru's hand felt warm and comforting on yours. This wasn't so bad. You had forgotten about your doubts and instead focused on Haru. He somehow ended up being all you needed. You couldn't be sad around him. Not with that smile of his.
#x reader#fanfic#tokyo debunker#haru x reader#haru sagara#haru sagara x reader#tokyo debunker x reader
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I'm No O’Driscoll!
Chapter Three: Arthur's Doubts
Tags: Arthur Morgan x Femreader, enemies to lovers, O'Driscoll reader, game plot, Arthur doesn't have tuberculosis, eventual smut, age difference, 18+, mild gore
Word Count: 975
A/N: Sorry for a short chapter! Next chapter is going to be a long one...Lenny, Arthur, and Reader get drunk in Valantine! Comment how you want that to go! I've also changed the layout to see which is preferred.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Arthur was starting to have doubts about letting both O’Driscoll’s join the gang. On the ride back to camp, he couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of them gunning down those there. Especially her. Where did she learn to shoot like that? She’s too quick.
Luckily, when he arrived, the place was calm and peaceful…or as peaceful as it could be. He scanned for the new members: Kieran was getting some soup from a not so happy Pearson, and then he finally saw her. It was clear the first thing she did as a free woman was have a wash and brush her hair.
Arthur couldn’t deny that she was definitely pretty, but her sour attitude, O’Driscoll past, and constant scowl made him hate her so much that he could look past how beautiful she was. However, when he watched from afar, he saw how she interacted with Mary-Beth: Her eyes were soft, her mouth curled up slightly at the corners, and she was even laughing lightly at times.
For some reason, this only annoyed him further. He strode over towards the two women who were sat on a blanket, looking up at him.
“You behavin’ yourself?” He asked, and there it was. Her famous scowl.
“You’re not going to give me a minute’s peace, are you?”
Now that he was closer, he could see had to look through her long lashes, and she had a small scar along her neck like Javier. Mary-Beth coughed.
“Is there something you need, Arthur?”
He shook his head, “Oh no, I was just making sure our new friend wasn’t giving you any trouble. God knows she gives it out a lot.” The woman shook her head to disagree, putting her book down.
“Not at all! She’s actually pleasant company.”
It was Y/n’s turn to talk, “I’m right here. Which, for your information, I’m a delight when I actually like the person. But, for a strange reason, I don’t like big dumb grunts who shoot me!”
Arthur rolled his eyes, “Give it a rest woman. You’re gonna have to get over that one day.”
The wind picked up slightly, making Y/n’s hair flow a little, and he was looking a bit too intently by accident. Mary-Beth stood up suddenly, causing the other two to turn to her. She excused herself, explaining she had chores to attend to, and scampered off. Arthur and Y/n stayed in awkward silence for a few seconds before she finally spoke up.
“Are you going to stand there or say something?”
He narrowed his eyes, staying stood because sitting next to her seemed too friendly, but the awkward pose of her sat looking up at him while he stood above her was just as bad.
“I’m just here to warn you that if you try anything- “
“Oh, give it a rest old man,” She spat as his eyes widened.
“Old man? You gotta be kidding, old man?”
Y/n laughed, tilting her head back slightly at his response. She stood up, dusting off her jeans. Despite being stood up now, she still had to look up. Tiny thing, she is. He asked, “And how old are you exactly?”
“Why? You interested?” She teased… flirted? He couldn’t tell, but he didn’t like either option.
He scowled at her, “Don’t be so cocky, girl. I’m askin’ ‘cos you’re acting like I’m as old as Hosea.”
“I’m in my early twenties, that’s all you’re getting.” She informed him, and for some reason, his stomach dropped. Arthur should’ve guessed she was young, she didn’t look older than thirty, but it still shocked him. Then she asked the same question. He chuckled lightly, looking away from her.
“I’m in my mid-thirties, old enough to be your Daddy.”
“Well, you don’t look a day over fifty.” She smiled sickly, enjoying tormenting the older man.
“Real mature of you.” He scoffed, before turning around without a goodbye. He couldn’t stand talking to her much longer; every single sentence she threw his way only jabbed him more and more, which would cause him to snap eventually. He found himself at Dutch’s tent, who was sat smoking a cigar and lost in thought. When he saw Arthur, his face lit up.
“Arthur! And to what do I owe the pleasure?” He took another puff.
“I just came to talk to you about that O’Driscoll girl.”
Dutch sat up straight, concern on his face, “Is she causing trouble?”
“Not exactly,” He rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s about her aim. When we were at Six Point, I was about to get shot, but she saved me. Put a bullet right between the man’s eyebrows. In seconds. That ain’t normal.”
The music was blaring from inside the tent like it usually did at this time, and Arthur could hear the rest of the members shouting and laughing. It almost drowned Dutch out.
“Where are you going with this, son?” The leader asked. Arthur paused, rubbing his chin.
“My point is, I don’t think she’ll cause trouble, but keep an eye on the guns around here.”
Dutch leaned back into his chair, a smug smile tugging at his lips.
“Or, we could use her to our advantage.” He was already planning something, a new chess piece for his board. Arthur rose an eyebrow and asked, “What you plannin’?”
He nodded his head, thoughts and ideas running through his head, “We are going to get Sean back, having her behind the scenes could be very helpful. Especially in a place like Blackwater.”
“Dutch…” Arthur groaned, “I can’t trust her. She may’ve saved my life, but she probably did it to save her own hide.”
“Well then, sounds like you two need to do a little bonding.” Dutch smirked, taking the final huff of his cigar, as he continued to scheme; much to Arthur’s dismay.
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hi!! I love your works, would it be possible for you to do one about Eli? Where he has one student that he likes the most but then (reader) starts new and he's immediately obsessed with her? And the other student gets super jealous but (reader) has no idea it's even going on
Title: Punctuality.
Summary: Punctual was everything you were not, Eli realized.
Pairing: Eli Michaelson × Fem! Reader
Warnings: Mention of teacher-student relationship, jealousy, obsession.
Author's Notes: Hey, sorry this isn't exactly what you asked for, but I just had to get this idea out of my head 😭 I've been mulling over it for weeks, and finally had the motivation to put it down on paper. Your request actually gave me the push I needed, so thanks for that!
Eli Michaelson stood at the front of the lecture hall, his voice commanding and confident as he delivered his lecture on advanced organic chemistry. He relished the attention, especially from Elize, one of his favorite girlfriends. With her, things were straightforward — she wanted to be fucked, and he wanted to fuck. Their arrangement was mutually beneficial, until a new student disrupted the status quo.
You arrived late that day, looking older than the other students, about 27 years old. You shuffled in with a sheepish expression, an old backpack slung over your shoulder. Eli frowned slightly at the interruption but composed himself, deciding to assert his authority.
"Late on your first day, I see. What's your excuse?" Eli's voice was laced with thinly veiled annoyance as he addressed you.
You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of Eli's scrutiny as all eyes in the lecture hall turned towards you. "I'm sorry for being late," you began, your voice steady despite your nerves. "I got held up with an unexpected situation at work."
Eli raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "And what is your name?"
"I'm [Your Name]," you replied, meeting his gaze with a hint of defiance. "I'm here to study chemistry."
Eli smirked, a touch of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Well, Miss [Your Name], welcome to my class. I trust you'll catch up on what you missed. Take a seat."
You nodded, feeling the weight of Eli's dismissal as you quickly found an empty desk. You could sense the curiosity and judgmental glances from your new classmates, who were undoubtedly wondering about the older student who seemed out of place.
As the lecture continued, Eli's attention drifted back to Elize, who was sitting in the front row. He couldn't deny the allure of her gaze, the way she hung onto his every word with a mix of adoration and desire. Their relationship was uncomplicated — she satisfied his physical needs, and he provided her with fleeting moments of pleasure and affection.
But something about your presence lingered in Eli's mind. There was a depth to your eyes, a seriousness that was lacking in the younger students. He found himself stealing glances at you, observing your reactions to his lecture, and noting the furrow of your brow as you absorbed the complex material.
During a break, Eli approached you, his steps confident as he leaned against the edge of your desk. "So, Miss [Your Name], what made you decide to return to academia at this stage in your life?"
You looked up at him, meeting his gaze evenly. "I've always had a passion for chemistry. Circumstances just delayed my pursuit of it."
Eli nodded, studying you intently. "I see. Well, chemistry is a demanding field. Are you prepared for the challenges ahead?"
"I am," you replied firmly, your expression unwavering.
Eli chuckled softly, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Good. I like determination. It's a rare trait among my students. But don't be late any longer, okay?"
"Yes, sir, Professor, sir!" You responded with a wave, and Eli pursed his lips into a tight smile.
Over the next few weeks, you settled into the rhythm of Eli Michaelson's lectures. You were diligent in your studies, absorbing every bit of knowledge he imparted and excelling in your assignments. Despite your promising academic performance, punctuality remained a constant challenge.
One day, Eli found you rushing into the lecture hall, a harried expression on your face. He stood at the front, arms crossed with a look of disapproval.
"Late again, [Your Name]," he stated flatly, his voice cutting through the chatter of the students.
You hurried to your seat, flustered. "I'm sorry, Professor Michaelson. There was a traffic jam on the way here."
Eli sighed, shaking his head. "Traffic jam, unexpected meetings, a sick cat — your excuses are becoming increasingly imaginative. If you want to stay in my class, I expect you to be punctual."
"I understand, Professor," you replied earnestly. "I promise it won't happen again."
But despite your promise, the pattern continued. You were brilliant, a genius even, and you grasped the material effortlessly. However, the concept of punctuality seemed elusive to you. Eli grew frustrated, but he couldn't deny the brilliance you brought to the class.
Week after week, you pushed the boundaries of Eli's patience with your chronic lateness. On one particularly frustrating day, Eli intercepted you at the entrance of the lecture hall.
"[Your Name], this is becoming a habit," Eli said firmly, blocking your path. "What's your excuse this time?"
You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. "I overslept, Professor. I lost track of time studying last night."
Eli raised an eyebrow. "Studying? Interesting excuse. You're a talented student, [Your Name], but talent alone won't get you far if you can't manage basic timekeeping."
"I know, Professor," you said, hanging your head in shame. "I'm trying, I really am."
Eli regarded you for a moment, his expression softening slightly. "I believe you are. Just... try a little harder. You have potential, but you need to apply yourself consistently."
You nodded, grateful for his understanding. "I will, Professor. I won't let you down again."
As the semester progressed, you made a concerted effort to improve your punctuality. There were still occasional slip-ups, but overall, you managed to strike a balance between your studies and your other commitments. Eli noticed the effort and gradually became more tolerant of your occasional lateness.
Eli wrote on the board, his attention focused solely on the task at hand until the sudden commotion in the lecture hall pulled him out of his reverie. He turned around, his curiosity piqued by the mention of a fire in the city center.
As he scanned the room, he noticed a group of students huddled together, their eyes glued to a cell phone screen. A sense of irritation prickled at the back of Eli's mind as he watched them, his disdain for distractions evident in the furrow of his brow.
But before he could reprimand the students for their lack of focus, you interrupted, your hand raised urgently in the air. Eli's irritation ebbed slightly as he turned his attention to you, curious about what you had to say.
"Yes, [Your Name]? Do you have something to add?" Eli's voice was clipped, his impatience evident as he addressed you.
"Professor Michaelson, please," you pleaded, your voice tinged with desperation. "I really need to go to the bathroom."
Eli's expression hardened, his annoyance palpable as he regarded you with thinly veiled disdain. "Can't it wait, [Your Name]? We're in the middle of a lecture."
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling the eyes of your classmates boring into you. "I... I must have eaten something bad," you admitted, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I really need to go."
A ripple of laughter erupted from some of the students, and you could feel the heat of their judgment burning into your skin. Eli closed his eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Fine," he relented, his voice heavy with irritation. "Go. But make it quick."
With a sense of relief washing over you, you hastily gathered your belongings and made a beeline for the exit, ignoring the snickers and whispers that followed in your wake. As you disappeared through the door, the lecture hall fell into a restless silence, the students turning their attention back to their cell phones and the latest news updates.
Eli watched you go, a mixture of annoyance and begrudging respect flickering in his eyes. Despite your constant tardiness and occasional disruptions, there was no denying your dedication to your studies. Perhaps there was more to you than met the eye.
As the students resumed their distracted chatter, speculation about the cause of the fire in the city center mingling with rumors of Spider-Man's imminent appearance, Eli rolled his eyes in exasperation. The hero worship surrounding the masked vigilante grated on his nerves, a constant reminder of the city's misplaced priorities.
With a sigh, Eli returned his attention to the lecture, determined to salvage what remained of the class despite the mounting distractions. But as he spoke, his thoughts drifted back to you, the enigmatic student who seemed to defy his expectations at every turn. There was something about you that intrigued him, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
As the lecture drew to a close, Eli expected you to return, but the minutes passed and you didn't reappear. Uncharacteristically distracted, he dismissed the class, his thoughts lingering on your sudden departure. In his personal office that afternoon, Eli found himself preoccupied, absently staring out the window as Elize sat on his lap, kissing his neck.
"Why so distant today, Eli?" Elize's voice was playful, tinged with irritation. "What's on your mind?"
Eli sighed, torn between his curiosity about you and Elize's persistent affection. "It's nothing, Elize. Just thinking about a student."
Elize raised an eyebrow, her annoyance palpable. "Oh? The one who ran out to the bathroom during your lecture? You're really fixated on her, aren't you?"
Eli tensed slightly, his mind racing. "It's not like that, Elize. I'm just... curious."
Elize scoffed, a hint of jealousy coloring her tone. "Curious? You were never this interested in any of your students before, not her type at least. What's so special about her?"
Eli avoided her gaze, his thoughts scattered. "I don't know. There's just something... intriguing."
Elize shook her head, her frustration evident. "Maybe she was just stuck in the bathroom or something. It happens."
But before Eli could respond, he was drawn to the news that was playing on his TV. The reporter was talking excitedly about how Spider-Man had once again saved the day, rescuing people from a burning building. The footage showed Spider-Man in action, effortlessly swinging between buildings, saving civilians, and even helping to put out the fire with a fire hose.
"Spider-Man," Eli growled, his expression darkening as he watched the hero being revered by the whole city.
Elize noticed the change in his demeanor. "Why do you hate Spider-Man so much, Eli?" she asked cautiously. "Are you jealous of the attention he gets?"
Eli rolled his eyes, pushing Elize off his lap. "Leave, Elize," he snapped. "I'm not in the mood to fuck today."
Elize's eyes narrowed in anger. "You're always in the mood to fuck," she retorted, crossing her arms.
"Not with you this time," Eli replied coldly, his gaze fixed on the TV screen. "Leave."
Elize huffed, her frustration evident as she got up from the couch and stormed out of the room, muttering under her breath.
Alone again, Eli stared at the TV screen, his thoughts consumed by Spider-Man's heroic actions. He resented the fact that Spider-Man, the so-called friendly neighborhood hero, was adored by everyone while he, Eli Michaelson, a renowned chemistry professor and successful scientist, often felt underappreciated. The contrast between Spider-Man's public acclaim and his own more private achievements gnawed at him, feeding into his already deep-seated arrogance and narcissism.
With a heavy sigh, Eli turned off the TV and leaned back in his chair, his mind drifting back to you once again. He couldn't decipher why he was so fixated on you. Was he attracted to you? That much was a little obvious; you were his type. But there was more to it — you were a mystery, always arriving late, almost always interrupting class. Like today, when you went to the bathroom and didn't come back. Why didn't you come back?
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Eli refocused on the task at hand. He had a class to teach, and despite his distracted state, he couldn't afford to let his students down.
The next morning, you woke up tired, your alarm blaring loudly, jolting you out of a fitful sleep. Groaning sleepily, you reached out to silence the noise, your body protesting the abrupt awakening. It felt like you had just closed your eyes before you were yanked back into consciousness. You sat up reluctantly, still dressed in your Spider-Man costume from the night before, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to your skin.
With a heavy sigh, you stumbled out of bed, your limbs feeling leaden as you trudged towards the bathroom. The thought of a hot shower beckoned, promising to wash away the exhaustion clinging to your bones. But before you could even consider stripping off your costume, your phone rang, the shrill sound piercing the early morning silence.
Cursing under your breath, you shot a web to catch the phone, fumbling to answer the call. Squinting at the screen, you groaned when you saw it was a police alert — the bank was being robbed. Who robs a bank so early in the morning? Did bad people not sleep?
Despite your exhaustion, duty called. With a resigned sigh, you quickly checked your web-shooters, ensuring they were fully charged and ready for action. You didn't have time to waste; innocent lives could be at risk.
Frantically searching your cluttered apartment, you finally found your mask and quickly put it on. Becoming Spider-Man was a familiar transformation by now, one you had grown accustomed to. You grabbed your backpack, shoving everything you needed for class inside, and jumped out of the window of your apartment.
Swinging through the waking city of California, you webbed your backpack onto a nearby building to retrieve later. You zipped through the air towards the location of the bank being robbed, your senses alert to any danger.
Arriving at the scene, you landed on a nearby rooftop and surveyed the situation below. The robbers were armed and had hostages. You knew you had to act fast. With a fluid motion, you swung down from the rooftop, landing silently amidst the chaos.
"Look, it's Spider-Man!" someone in the crowd exclaimed, their voice full of awe and relief. "Thank goodness you're here!"
You ignored the misidentification — it was easier to hide your identity if people thought Spider-Man was a man, not a woman. You focused on the task at hand, webbing the guns out of the hands of the robbers before they could react. With swift and precise movements, you incapacitated the criminals and freed the hostages, ensuring they were safely away from danger.
Within minutes, the police arrived to take the robbers into custody. You nodded at them, your job done for now. You glanced at your watch — you were definitely late for Professor Michaelson's class again.
Swinging back to the building where you left your backpack, you retrieved it and quickly changed out of your Spider-Man costume. You needed to get to class as quickly as possible.
Back in the lecture hall, Eli Michaelson paced back and forth, his impatience growing with every passing minute. The students were all seated, waiting for the lecture to begin, but one seat remained empty — yours.
"Late again," Eli muttered to himself, his frustration evident in his tone. He was about to start the lecture without you when the door burst open, and you hurried in, slightly out of breath but determined. "Late again, Miss [Your Name]," he stated flatly, his arms crossed as he addressed you. "What's your excuse this time?"
You hurried to your seat, setting down your backpack before turning to face him. "I'm sorry, Professor Michaelson. I got held up by some construction work on the highway."
Eli raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Construction work? Every time you're late, there's a new excuse. I'm starting to think you're making them up."
You shook your head, trying to catch your breath. "No, Professor, I promise it's true. There was a long line of cars backed up for miles."
Eli sighed, his impatience evident. "I understand life happens, but you need to find a way to manage your time better. This is becoming a habit."
"I know, Professor. I'm sorry," you replied earnestly, avoiding his piercing gaze.
Eli regarded you for a moment, his expression softening slightly. "I can appreciate dedication to your studies, but punctuality is a basic expectation. Are you having trouble with time management?"
You nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "I'm doing my best, Professor. It won't happen again."
Eli's gaze narrowed, his voice firm. "It better not. You're a talented student, [Your Name], but this chronic lateness is testing my patience. You need to step up and be more responsible."
"I will, Professor," you promised, determination flickering in your eyes.
Eli nodded once, his posture relaxing a fraction. "Good. I expect to see an improvement next time. Now, let's not waste any more time. Today's topic is the mechanisms of nucleophilic addition to carbonyl compounds. Open your textbooks to page 236."
Throughout the lecture, Eli kept a close watch on you, noting your focused attention and the way you diligently took notes. Despite your tardiness, he couldn't deny your dedication to understanding the material. As the class progressed, Eli found himself more intrigued by your presence, your intelligence shining through despite your struggle with punctuality.
Eli continued his lecture, his voice methodical and precise as he explained the mechanisms of nucleophilic addition to carbonyl compounds. You diligently copied down the chemical formula he wrote on the blackboard, fully engrossed in the subject matter despite the occasional distraction.
Suddenly, something small hit the back of your head. You turned around to see Elize and her friends giggling, trying to stifle their laughter. Elize, who had been teasing you since your first day, tossed another small ball of paper at you. You caught it, your brow furrowing in annoyance.
"Hey nerd," Elize called out loud enough for the nearby students to hear. "Why are you always late to class? Don't you own a watch?"
Her friends joined in, snickering and making comments about how they should buy you a watch. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, frustrated by their childish antics. It reminded you of being back in high school, teased for being nerdy and always having your head in a book.
You sighed softly, trying to maintain your composure. Despite your powers and the confidence you felt as Spider-Man, here you were, still feeling like that same old nerd. You decided not to respond, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing you upset.
Eli paused mid-lecture, glancing back at the commotion. He frowned slightly, his irritation growing at the disruption in his class. "Is there something you'd like to share with the rest of us, Miss Clark?" he asked, his voice laced with thinly veiled annoyance.
Elize smirked, leaning back in her chair. "Just wondering, Professor, why we have a student in our class who's always late."
Eli clicked his tongue in disapproval, but inside, he was pleased with Elize's blatant jealousy. It was a subtle reminder of the power he held over her, a power he relished. However, outwardly, he pretended to be irritated, masking his true feelings with a stern expression.
"Miss Clark," Eli said sharply, his voice cutting through the lingering giggles, "this class is not the place for childish behavior. If you have something to say, make sure it contributes to the lesson. Otherwise, I suggest you keep your comments to yourself."
Elize's smirk faltered, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Yes, Professor Michaelson," she muttered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Eli turned his attention back to you, his gaze softening slightly. "As for you, [Your Name], let's focus on the task at hand. If you need any help catching up on the material you've missed, my office hours are available."
You nodded, grateful for his offer. "Thank you, Professor. I'll make sure to come by if I need any assistance."
Eli continued his lecture, his voice commanding as he delved into the complexities of nucleophilic addition to carbonyl compounds. Despite his outward irritation, he couldn't help but be intrigued by you. There was something about your determination and resilience that set you apart from the other students.
As the lecture progressed, Eli's mind wandered back to the encounter with Elize. Her jealousy was palpable, a testament to the power dynamic he carefully maintained. He enjoyed the control he had over her, the way she vied for his attention. It was a constant reminder of his influence, something he valued immensely.
Yet, there was something different about his interactions with you. Unlike Elize, who sought his approval through flirtation and charm, you seemed genuinely invested in the subject matter. Your passion for chemistry was evident, and despite your struggles with punctuality, your dedication was undeniable. It was this genuine interest that intrigued Eli, making him more invested in your progress than he cared to admit.
Despite the interruption from Elize and her friends, the lecture continued, with Eli delving deeper into the mechanisms of nucleophilic addition to carbonyl compounds. You focused intently, determined to grasp the intricacies of the subject matter despite the distractions.
As Eli guided the class through the complex chemical reactions, you found yourself drawn into the material, your mind buzzing with questions and insights. Despite your occasional tardiness and the teasing from your classmates, you felt a sense of belonging in Eli's class, a feeling of purpose that drove you to excel.
After the lecture, you approached Eli's desk, eager to discuss some of the concepts further. Eli regarded you with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, his arrogance evident in the way he leaned back in his chair, his posture exuding confidence.
"Ah, [Your Name], what can I do for you?" Eli asked, his tone tinged with a hint of condescension.
"I wanted to clarify a few points from today's lecture," you began, your voice steady despite the nerves that fluttered in your stomach. "Specifically, I was wondering about the stereochemistry of nucleophilic addition reactions and how it relates to the overall mechanism."
Eli raised an eyebrow, impressed by your astute question. "Ah, an excellent inquiry, [Your Name]. Stereochemistry is indeed a crucial aspect of organic chemistry, one that often confounds even the most seasoned chemists."
He launched into a detailed explanation, his voice animated as he elucidated the finer points of stereochemistry and its implications for nucleophilic addition reactions. You listened intently, absorbing every word with a hunger for knowledge that impressed even Eli.
As the conversation progressed, Eli found himself increasingly drawn to your intellect and passion for the subject. Despite his initial skepticism, he couldn't deny the depth of your understanding and the genuine curiosity that drove your questions.
After the discussion, you thanked Eli for his insights, feeling a sense of accomplishment as you left his office. Despite the challenges you faced, both in the classroom and in your personal life as Spider-Man, you were determined to succeed in your studies and make a difference in the world.
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first i just wanna say i love whenever you post I’ve literally turned on post notifs now ‼️🫶🏾
my request is just like a scenario or HC’s of if auron were ever to get jealous teehee
Jealous Auron.
First off he doesn't get jealous he gets even - Auron glaring at a man that was flirting with Rook in front of him.
He'll act indifferent to the person stealing rook's attention bc as YB said before he KNOWS Rook would never.
But still doesn't mean he can show off a bit like giving Rook presents using an anonymous name, giving them their collar they love wearing (since it went with everything), and more.
Also it helped the Rook ignored the person trying to flirt with them.
He was chuckling when he saw Rook cut their conversation short to go and talk with him.
But in all he knows that they'll come back to them, let anyone dare try and take them away from him. See how you'll end up with blood spilling and getting your dirty laundry aired by him.
Auron also claims that he doesn't get jealous he gets even.
Scenario:
Auron was starting to get annoyed by this meeting he was in, that new guy, James was pissing him off. He knows Rook is a really beautiful person but if this fucker keeps looking he's going to-
"Auron? Sir. Your input on this?" Turning his head Auron gave a smile, Rook was looking in his eyes. Confused on why he was acting such a way in a meeting nonetheless.
"Amazingly put together as usual Rook, go ahead and go with the plan. Sadly I need to contact someone at the moment, excuse me everyone." Everyone felt nervous seeing him getting up and leaving, Rook sighed as they knew he was mad at someone. Doesn't help that someone keeps looking at them with confusion.
"okay, we got the approval John, Derrida, and Angela please start your part." The three nodded and left the meeting room, Rook continued to give everyone a task or role to play in the movement of the new project. James, had the role of writing everyone's progress on their part of the project and helping if needed for someones part.
After finally getting the blonde out of their hair Rook started to walk to Auron's office. He was probably brooding and working on some emails that he decided to finally work on. Trish nodded to them as soon as she saw them, shooting the older woman a smile they walked through those big doors.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Saying as they walked to his desk not waiting for an answer and sitting on it looking at him. A sigh was their response as he placed his pen down from writing whatever he was.
"Hm, that would be good." So they did talk about; James, the new project, their relationship and how Rook won't ever leave him because they chose him. Only him, no one else. Auron knew he really shouldn't be jealous but he did know he has a lot of baggage in this relationship.
"Auron." Turning his head to look at Rook he felt a small kiss be placed on his forehead. "Your cute when your jealous." Giggling filed the room and Auron sighed again.
"Wow, bullying me when I want comfort. What a lucky man I am." Sarcasm was dripping on his words and Rook just ignored that. Peppering kisses all over his face and Auron liked the attention, then he had to stop them. "As much as I love the attention you give to me so easily. You need to go check up n your team." An eye rol and sighing was his answer as Rook got off his desk.
"Okay....One more before I go though!" Leaning down Rook pecked his lips and walked back to the door. Auron smiled lightly then looked back at the computer and papers he was working on.
#red rants#yuurivoice#yuurivoice auron#sparkling ruby's#lowkey didn't know what to put bc Auron isn't a jealous man he's a cocky asshole when it comes to Rook.
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Proud captain
word count; 801 – gn!reader, set during Yamaguchi's third year
Not usually favouring sports, you’re in the journalism club to make use of your great eye for design and writing. After watching one of your school’s volleyball team’s official games last season, you took notice of the boring brochures they handed out with the players’ information. You hadn’t yet chosen what to do for your project this semester and decided to lend your talents to making a better representation of the team’s charms and talents. What you didn’t expect to get out of the project was a date.
You received permission from their coach and captain and set up some equipment to take your photos in a room adjacent to the gym during practice. Hopefully, you can encourage them all to pose confidently. In order to not disturb their whole practice, you ask one grade to join you at a time, starting with the first-years and ending with the third-years. Good luck!
The first- and second-years were easy to hype up as if they weren’t excited enough already to go to Karasuno. All the crows gave you their best poses and you were pretty content by the time you got to the third-years.
You started with the most impatient ones, chuckling softly at how Kageyama and Hinata bickered with each other. Then Tsukishima would make a rude comment behind you and you couldn’t help but laugh even more. Overall a very good time. By the time you got to Yamaguchi, Kageyama and Hinata had gone back to practice. Yamaguchi looked nervously at his best friend, cursing him mentally when the tall blonde just barely smirked and excused himself before leaving.
“You ready, captain?” you asked, flashing him a sweet smile.
“I think so,” he said with a nervous chuckle, walking over to the spot while twiddling his thumbs. “Not that anyone will be looking at me with a team like mine,” he added under his breath. It was supposed to reflect how much he appreciated his teammates but ended up exposing how he worried about not standing out instead.
“Try to look confident.” You made a thinking face, but lifted the camera anyway, wanting to see how he posed naturally before making any assumptions.
He didn’t look that confident. Maybe he had been before, but after seeing his friends’ strong statures, the excitement slowly wore off. After a couple of shots where he admittedly looked a bit awkward, you smiled softly at him and put the camera down. However, you didn’t even get to say something before he sighed. “I want to look like the captain,” he complained, looking determined and dejected at the same time, which you found quite impressive. “Proud and level-headed.” His mind went to Daichi and Ennoshita, and how they always trusted both themselves and the team enough to be strong captains.
“But you are the captain. A very handsome captain, if my opinion matters,” you said, butterflies in your stomach as a light pink flush blended with his freckles. “You’re the best pinch server Karasuno has and one of the best they ever had from what I heard.”
“You think I’m h-handsome?” he asked, biting the inside of his lip.
“Obviously! I’ve watched some of your games, now try to imagine how it feels when you send those cool serves that totally throw off the other team. The whole crowd erupts in loud cheers and your team cheers in relief as you get them ahead one point after another.” you further encouraged him, getting fired up yourself and perhaps rambling a bit. It resulted in your cheeks flushing too, and the two of you looked at each other for a few seconds before settling into your places again and trying to get the perfect shot.
“Thank you, y/n. Let’s do this.”
In the end, you were so happy looking through all the pictures, Yamaguchi looked over your shoulder, laughing with you at the ones where you caught some of the other players in unfortunate moments. This project would be great, you could already feel it. “Your team is lucky to have you,” you cooed, noticing how he cared for each player as he gave you some notes to use for each player's profile.
Yamaguchi felt proud of his team and the pictures, it felt like an adrenaline rush. “I could help you out some other time so you have all the right information, but I need to get back to practice. Maybe we can meet for lunch tomorrow?” he asked, thriving off the adrenaline while he dared to ask you. It’s not really asking you out for a date, but it’s a start.
“That sounds amazing.”
Tsukishima couldn’t help the little smile on his face as his best friend came back to practice with a wild blush, wide smile and spring in his step. Success.
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Take Care of Me (Sodomy)
🔞Minors DNI🔞
Rating: ExplicitCW: Under-Negotiated Kinks, Slight Dub-Con (Unsure But to Be Safe), Physical Fight, Blood, InjuryTags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies is too Harsh (But they ain't friends), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Arguing, Making Up, Steve Harrington is a Mess, Eddie Munson Just Wants to Help, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Mean Eddie Munson, Mean Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Dom/Sub Undertones, Angry Sex, Rough Sex, Pain Kink, Painplay?, Anal Sex, Blood Kink, Emotional Sex, Tender Sex, Crying During Sex, Aftercare, Cuddling & Snuggling, Getting Together
Listened to "Violent Pornography" by System of a Down. Then, I thought about those bats that deepen their bond by swapping blood like spit. And then I thought about Steddie having sex after a physical fight. So...this is me trying the thought I had, lol.
Can be read on AO3
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Steve’s been independent most of his life.
It was a tactic to survive. If he wanted to see his friends the next day, then he needed to shape up and take care of his mess. Needed to show strength, cleverness, and a level of stealth. Not a great level of stealth, but he needed to be able to brave his surroundings—mask worn, lips tight, body rigid. And he believes he’s done a pretty good.
When he’s tired at work and Robin places a concerned hand on his back, he shrugs her off. Claiming to her that he was up late watching TV, getting too involved in the plot of rerun episodes. She’ll roll her eyes and give him a monotonous task to do, and it’s lying, but he’s saved. Or when he’s tense and a little mean towards Dustin, he goes with the excuse of him getting a call from his dad—not that he’s got a raging migraine and can’t deal with the sun in his eyes through the windshield, and that every sharp corner makes him want to hurl. But he gets away with it all.
At least he thinks he does.
Until Eddie Munson enters his life.
The guy hardly knows him. Gets in his space anyway. Offers to do things. Take the overflowing food off of his plate—that kind of deal. Steve still uses his excuses, though after some time, he notices they waver. That he has to keep insisting for Eddie to believe him, can’t just say it once and get the dude out of his space. He thought he was good at playing hooky when it comes to himself, but it seems that Eddie knows lying—his big cow eyes seem to just stare right through the cracks of Steve’s mask, able to notice every hard crease between his eyebrows and the slight frowning turn of his lips, the heavy circles under his eyes.
He hates it. Hates the way Eddie can see him. Hates the way Eddie seems to know him. Is beginning to hate Eddie a bit in general, even if something lurches in his stomach like the heavy flap of wings. Even if, sometimes, Steve thinks about giving in and giving up and letting Eddie have the reigns. He plays into his excuses more, puts a bigger stretch of space between them, and begins to snap when Eddie asks even the semblance of: “Are you okay?”
———
The next time he sees Eddie, it’s at his own house. He’s been holed away, tired and nightmare-riddled, sweating through his clothes and agitated by the shadows. Has been alone and afraid and aching for somebody there with him, but too cagey to actually ask. And just as he thinks about draining a coffee pot empty to keep himself upright, there’s a knock at his front door.
He didn’t order anything. His parents certainly didn’t order anything, they most likely would’ve left a voicemail on the answering machine. And he didn’t invite anybody over, but of course, when he finally pulls the door open—Eddie’s there.
“What are you—“
“You look like shit,” Eddie bluntly states.
“Gee, thanks,” Steve says dryly. “You can leave now. I’m busy.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Busy doing what, exactly? Having a zombie costume party? Maybe setting a new record for how long a human can stay up? Smells like you’re brewing a pot, so it must be the latter.” Steve bristles. Nostrils flaring at Eddie’s sour attitude. “Which is kinda crazy, considering the last time I saw you, I told you to call me if you were having trouble sleeping, didn’t I?”
And, sure, Steve remembers that. The quiet conversation in his kitchen during a movie night. Making popcorn on the stovetop and trying not to pass out, face first, into the hot pan. Eddie’s warm and soothing hand between his shoulder blades, voice soft and careful. “Call me, Stevie,” he had said, “I’ve got all kinds of magic up my sleeves. You’ll be sleeping like a lazy house cat in no time.”
But he keeps the front door wide open. Furrows his eyebrows. Spits, “I don’t need your help. Go away.” Before he can slam it in Eddie’s face, a firm and rather strong hand stops him. Shoving the door wider.
“Afraid I can’t do that, Steve,” Eddie states lowly. “People have been tryin’ to call you. Radio you, too. And we haven’t heard a fucking word from you. So, if you don’t mind—“ And he just walks right in. Shuts the door behind him. Keeps himself pressed against the wood so that Steve can’t open it and shove him out. “—I’m staying. I really don’t like seeing you so…out of it, man. You look thirty seconds away from becoming a heap on the floor.”
Steve scoffs. Steps forward and places a hand on the doorknob, but is immediately thrown off of it by Eddie’s hand on his wrist. “Dude, I don’t need you. Just leave. I’ve got my shit figured out.”
“Yeah?” Eddie asks. His voice is breathy by Steve’s ear. He raises an incredulous eyebrow. “Tell me, then, Mr. I’ve Got It All Under Control, when’s the last time you’ve slept? And I mean a whole night. Eight hours with your head on the pillow, eyes closed, limp to your bed, and drooling.”
“Like two days ago,” Steve grumbles. “Is that all you wanted? Because you can go now.”
Eddie hums. Surveying and observing. His eyes are like God’s words, scrutinizing, demanding, and genuine. He reaches out, suddenly, and grabs Steve’s face. Hand cupping his chin, fingers digging into his soft cheeks, twisting him this way and that. Drops the hold. Clicks his tongue against his teeth. “I have a joint in my pocket. And a good massage trick if you—“
“God damn it, Eddie!” Steve finally snaps, yelling, “What part of I don’t need you, do you not understand?! Can’t you just fuck off, for once in your life?!”
At those words, Eddie’s gaze goes from sincere to angry. Good, Steve thinks, even as his stomach churns at his own words. He has been positively waiting for the other shoe to drop with this guy. If it has to be now, then so be it. He squares his shoulders just as Eddie clenches his jaw, takes a step back as if inviting him in more, and crosses his arms over his chest. The gesture feels a little small, but he’s made his bed. May as well lay in it.
“I would,” Eddie states slowly, voice nothing but a rasp with how deep it goes. A chill trickles down Steve’s spine. “I’d go and leave you alone. But that’s not what you want, Stevie. You’re lonely. You’re miserable. And I’ve got a quick fix, if only you’d—for once in your life, to throw your words back at you—let somebody help.”
Steve startles. Drops his arms at his sides. And clenches his fists so hard, the beginnings of crescent scars deepen in his palms. “You don’t know what I want,” he mutters. Albeit weakly. Cracking. Petulant.
In front of him, Eddie takes a step forward. It’s a dangerous movement. His footfall heavy against the hardwood under it. The vest on his back making his shoulders broader than Steve remembers. His eyes darken, hardening. Nostrils flaring a bit. He’s not somebody people get intimidated by, but Steve feels as though that’s a fallacy.
He’s ready to turn tail and run. And this is his house.
Except, something zings through him. Part of him is…enjoying this.
“Oh, I don’t, do I?” Eddie asks him. And he grows a bit more unsure as Eddie moves forward. “Think I don’t notice when you relax into people’s touch? When you get that stupid smile of yours as you fall asleep during a movie? How you enjoy it when somebody tells you what to do?”
Each question hits Steve in his core. Each one a solid blow. His palms sweat and his heart rabbits and his face grows hot—with anger or arousal, Steve can’t discern.
“Fuck off, Eddie,” he manages to grind out. Fists clenching and unclenching. Flakes of blood tickling his fingertips. He meets Eddie where he’s at. Toe to toe, nose to nose, eyes on his. In one solid movement, he pushes the other backwards towards the door. Watches him stumble. Is sickly satisfied with the ache to his bicep as Eddie’s eyes land back on him, as he grows taller, leaner in the little foyer. As he looms.
“Oh,” Eddie breathes dangerously, “I don’t think I will.” He steps forward again, his dark eyes like voids when Steve tries to talk a half-step back. “I’ve got you figured out, Stevie. You wouldn’t be puttin’ up a fight like this if it wasn’t true.”
There’s little space between them. An undercurrent of heat radiating around them. A thrum. This sick and twisted hot satisfaction running through Steve. He kind of wants to see what Eddie will do next. So he’s back up to the plate, right fist tight, left arm protecting at his lower belly, and grinning with his eyes. “Fuck,” Steve sighs. “You,” he growls. Fist at his shoulder, twisting in front of his very face, and landing squarely on Eddie’s mouth.
Eddie grunts. A literal punched out, heavy noise. His lip ends up split. He reaches up with a light hand, gingerly tapping at the blood seeping down his chin, and stares down his nose at the red tip of his middle finger. He laughs something unbelievable, delirious. Stares up at Steve. “Fuck me?” He questions hysterically. “Fuck you, Harrington!” Then, he lunges right back. A solid fist to Steve’s own lips. Something that pulsates throughout his entire head, knocking him loose and falling back, making him falter. The metallic taste of his own blood something tangible and erratic and lusting on his tongue.
“Yeah?” Steve teases, breathless, “I’d like to see you fucking try.”
That spurs Eddie on. He speeds back into Steve’s space, grabs him roughly—a little jarringly—by the elbow, and swings them towards the stairs. Steve lets it happen. Lets them stumble their way up the stairs, grabbing at each other like they could knead the tension out of their bodies; lets Eddie shove him into his own room, door slammed behind them, standing a few feet from one another. Eddie’s eyes drop down from Steve’s bloodied face to his crotch.
“I can’t believe this is turning you on,” Eddie teases. Licks his bloody lips. His spit noticeably red when he speaks again. “Being a bitch turns you on.”
“M’not a bitch,” Steve meekly argues, covering up his crotch. Why now does he feel small? That’s immensely embarrassing.
Eddie grunts, assessing again. “You want this? Want me to actually fuck you senseless? Want me to put you in your place, you little fucking brat?”
Instinctively, Steve flexes his hand over his crotch. Squeezing at himself. He whimpers because this already isn’t embarrassing enough. Nods loosely. Eddie’s voice is scratchy and raw, deep and vibrating through the floor. It makes Steve a little fuzzy, the blood from his head and sluggish lip going to his intense hard-on. Though, part of what Eddie says still stings, but he doesn’t need to know that. Not yet, at least. “Yeah,” he breathes softly, all that intense anger seeping from him, even as he still sizzles. “Fuck me, Eddie.”
“Strip,” Eddie demands lowly.
And all Steve can do is oblige. Peeling himself from his clothes. Timid and quick, shaking in the air when he’s naked and goosepimpled. He eyes Eddie coming closer, his cheeks pink in the dim light of his bedroom. Watches him undress, slower than Steve had. Raking over his lithe body; the suggestion of muscles, his endearingly flat ass, and beautifully pale skin. His puckered scars that have healed neatly, how they dance with the few tattoos he has. Eddie’s reaching out to firmly grip Steve’s left bicep, and the other cupping under his chin again. Fingers digging at his cheeks once more. Then, he’s pushing forward, meeting their lips in a mess. There’s blood on Eddie’s tongue as he plunges between Steve’s lips—metallic as his own, thick and slimy. The swipe of his tongue makes Steve’s split lip sting and burn as if it’s alcohol on a fresh wound. He suckles the blood from inside each of their mouths, swapping it back and forth quite literally. Pulling away with the thinnest string of saliva Steve’s ever seen, though it’s a deep cherry red—something he’s thought of in his wildest dreams.
Eddie shuffles them towards the mattress. Topples Steve down on top, shuffles him supine and parallel. And then climbs on top, resting his full weight between Steve’s open, wanting legs. His hands on the thickest part of Steve’s thighs, thumbs brushing over the sparse hair towards the inside of his knees, eyeballing the red and leaking tip of his needy cock. He digs the sharp edge of his fingernails into the supple flesh underneath them. Scooting forward enough to tease the head of his own cock against Steve’s puckering hole.
Without warning, one of Eddie’s hands slaps over Steve’s already sensitive dick. He cries out at the hot flash of pain working its way through him. Thick and quick like the rush of blood to his heart. He squirms, but ultimately is stopped with Eddie’s weight being pressed into his legs. Including the sudden rush of Eddie’s dick bullying its way through Steve’s hole.
All Steve can do is scream, though it ends on a keening mewl, something only Eddie needs to bear witness to. The beading pearl of pre-come enough confirmation that he enjoys it. The stretch of his asshole, a blue lick of fire shooting through him, an ache already sore. Something he’ll soothe later, whether Eddie helps him or not.
For once, though, he likes the idea of Eddie being there to help him. Of his giant hands and the dull roughness of his callouses like balms over his skin. He wriggles again, trying to get all that Eddie’s offering inside him. He’d never thought about Eddie’s cock before, not really, but if he had to guess it—he’d never expect it to be so big, let alone thick.
“Look at you,” Eddie coos, although a bit mean. “Taking it all so well. My bitch can take it all, can’t he?”
Steve sniffs. Overcome with some odd mix of emotion, instantly quelling the nauseous anger he was holding onto. There are tears prickling in the corners of his eyes as he murmurs, “No, Eds, no—M’not a bitch. Not a—“ Steve hiccups. “Not a bitch, Eds.”
Immediately Eddie’s crowding over him. His hips are stilled and he’s wrapping Steve’s legs around his waist. Both of his arms encase Steve’s head, crouched down on his elbows. “No?” He asks softly, checking in. Genuinely gentle, no more of the macho mean guy he’d been playing up to. “No, of course not, Stevie,” he whispers. Leans in a little more to peck under Steve’s left eye, trailing lips down to the already bruised skin around his mouth. He pulls back. Eyeing Steve’s half-closed eyes. Tracing a thumb over the tear track that’s made itself known. “You’re a sweetheart, aren’t you?” Eddie murmurs, “Just a baby boy, huh? Just need help being sweet right now.”
“I can be sweet,” Steve mumbles. His voice a little distant, soft, and quiet. “Can be good, Eds,” he whispers.
Eddie’s got a hand cupping the back of Steve’s head. The other working its way to Steve’s chest, over his heart. Petting at the gradually sweating skin. He presses a warm kiss between Steve’s eyebrows. Murmurs against the skin, “You gonna let me help you? I’ll be gentle now, I promise, baby.”
“Gentle,” Steve echoes. “Please,” he whispers, “please be gentle.” He fully opens his eyes to stare into Eddie’s own. There’s a softness to them that wasn’t there before.
The hand in his hair pets over the crest of his skull. Digging fingers into his scalp to scratch at it. “Okay, baby,” Eddie whispers, “I’m sorry for being rough. For being mean. I’ve gotcha now, okay? Let me make you feel good. Let me help you.”
Steve hums. Melting into the hold Eddie has on him. Lets his arms go completely limp at his sides. Eyes closed, creases and wrinkles receding. “Don’t pull out,” he mumbles.
“You sure, sweetheart? I can get some lube—“
“No,” Steve squeaks. Pushes further into the hand on his head. “Feels good,” he slurs, “s’good. The pain.” He reaches up blearily, a featherlight touch to Eddie’s bare arm. Fingers grazing the taut pull of his muscles. Over his chest, naked of hair. On the hanging ball chain of Eddie’s necklace. Teases the pick between his thumb and index finger. Smiles softly to himself. “Want it hard,” he confesses breathily.
Eddie keeps his hold, his line of sight completely focused on Steve’s face. The tenderness of his stare makes Steve want to weep. Makes him watch this attention all the time. He tracks his own hand down to Eddie’s waist, squeezes him gently. Mewling at the snap of Eddie’s hips. He welcomes the keening noises that fall from his lips.
It’s a mix of touch. Eddie’s hands are soft. His hips are fast and intense. He pulls out to just his tip, but quickly resituates himself to press firmly against Steve’s prostate. Kisses the tip of Steve’s nose, kitten licks over the steady stream of tears, dully scratches at his scalp with the slow stretch of his fingers.
All of it’s enough to completely soothe Steve. To melt him. To make him come undone.
Sobbing, he murmurs, “M’sorry. So sorry, Eds.”
Eddie kisses him softly on the mouth, careful to avoid the split on his lip. “Why, baby?” He whispers, “it’s alright. I was mean, too. It’s alright.”
“Forgive me,” Steve cries out with the snap of Eddie’s hips. Chants with each movement, “Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me.” His voice goes reedy. Exhausted and unlike him. Something sweeter. New. “Forgive me, Eds. M’sorry. Forgive me, forgive me.”
There’s a tight ball in his belly. Glowing warm and bright with his impending orgasm. Teetering with each word, Eddie’s hips, the stretch of his hole.
Against the side of his face, Eddie nestles himself. Cheek to cheek. And into Steve’s ear, he soothes, “Shh, baby. Shhh. I forgive you. We’ll be okay. I’ve gotcha right now.”
“Got me forever?” Steve asks wetly.
“Yeah, baby boy,” Eddie murmurs, “Forever and ever. I promise.”
With that, Steve lets go. Against his mattress, he squirms, convulses with the intensity of his orgasm. He bites down on his swollen, bleeding lip as he cries out. Hands tense on Eddie’s waist, squeezing him with all the force in his grip. Spurts of come into both their happy trails. Eddie isn’t too far behind, the hot and calming fill of his come completing Steve in a way he hadn’t been anticipating. With the weight of Eddie’s own orgasm, his sweaty body atop, and the come painting him inside—Steve is whole.
He’s exhausted when he comes down from the headspace he occupied. His face buried deep into his pillow, drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth, eyes half-closed and blurry to his surroundings. His cock is sensitive as Eddie pulls himself up. Hole sore and aching. Legs tight from digging into the small of Eddie’s back. But something in him panics as Eddie moves off him, getting back and away.
“Don’t go,” he mumbles, “Please don’t go.”
“I’m not leaving, Stevie baby,” Eddie assures. “Just grabbing toilet paper from your bathroom, alright? Need to clean us up. I’ll grab a cold washcloth, too.”
“You’ll come back?” For a moment, Steve is lightly embarrassed by the tone of his voice. Like he’s a little kid, watching his parents leave for a business trip for the first time. Though, it honestly feels like that. Because back then, they didn’t come home when they promised.
“I promise, Steve. I wouldn’t leave you like this. Never ever.”
“M’kay,” Steve sighs. “M’sorry.”
He hears Eddie enter the restroom, shushing the entire time. His movements almost clumsy with how he bangs the cupboards. The sink turns on and something wrings out. And then Eddie’s back in Steve’s space, just as he promised.
There’s a damp washcloth on his lips. Pressing lightly over the split. A slow wipe with toilet paper on his legs, belly, and ass. Eddie is careful. Something tender and raw. And he lays down beside Steve, still holding the washcloth up.
He hisses quietly. “God, Steve,” he whispers, “I got you good. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have…Jesus Christ. Why’d I hit you?” The washcloth leaves for a moment, replaced by the tip of Eddie’s thumb. Pulling down gently on his lip, eyes assessing the wound.
“’T’s alright,” Steve mumbles, “hit you, too. You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Eddie quickly answers. “It bled for a little bit, but ultimately stopped. Think I got you with one of my rings, though. So yours is messier.” Rag goes back to his sluggishly bleeding lip. “Shouldn’t have pushed you. What was I thinking?” He mutters.
His words are muffled by the cloth, but he still speaks. “Forgive you, Eds. We both fucked up, we’re alright.” He places his hand back on Eddie’s waist, pulls himself into the little bit of space that’s left. His forehead lands softly on Eddie’s chest. “Sleepy,” he murmurs, “wanna go to bed.”
“You can sleep, sweetheart,” Eddie matches his volume, “I’ll be right here.”
“Wake me up later? Help me get ice?”
The gentle press of lips to his hairline. “Of course, Steve. I’ll help however you want it.”
“Help me by cuddling?”
Eddie snorts. “Okay,” he whispers. Wraps his arms around Steve’s sweaty back. Pulls him in firmly. Pets down his back. So Steve closes his eyes, breathes in deep, and goes boneless in the hold. “I’ve got you, honey. I’m sorry, but I have you now.”
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Haha, I've been trying to write this for the last six hours.
#stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#nsft#smut#read the tags#read the content warnings
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eden : senses and other specific headcanons.
what does your muse smell like ?
warmth and ashes. eden is someone who's leaning towards the warmer side of things and her scent reflects as such. her affinity with path of preservation allows her to resonate with the element of fire, thus, she often carries that sort of scent with her. that, and the smell of the burning stars are akin of burning coals, and that is what stellaron makes her body emit. the scent of stars. sometimes, you'd be able to catch a faint hint of coffee or hot cocoa as those are her go-to beverage to drink.
what do your muse’s hands feel like ?
eden often wears gloves on both her hands, but given that she's a fighter through and through, her hands are a proof of that. scarred and rather calloused, she has hands of a warrior who holds countless weapons and had been through more battles than one could count. there are still parts that are soft, but most of the time when you hold her hands, you know these are hands of someone who is on the frontline. scarred, bruised, and battered. you can find the list of scars on her hand in this post : scars.
what does your muse usually eat in a day ?
it's no surprise nor secrets that eden enjoys eating and snacking. she actually snacks a lot during daytime or when she's thinking about something. you'd often find her chewing or nibbling on something whenever she's reading or even during her exploration if she has a chance. she does eat proper meals on time, however, with brunch being her favorite because she loves meat and eggs. but really, this girl isn't a picky eater. she'd eat anything anyone gives her or anything she comes across. best way to lure her out is by food, this had been proven more than once.
does your muse have a good singing voice ?
my portrayal of eden is japanese based, so her voice actor is ishikawa yui. her voice has quite a wide range, it could go deeper or pitch higher depending on her emotions, but there's always a calming or soothing quality to it. she'd serenade you. here are some of the examples of her singing voice : [1], [2].
does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks ?
biting is one thing. i say this as a bad habit because it's something she does without realizing most of the time. when she's stressed or nervous, she tends to lean onto nibbling or gnawing on something, or someone. this explains why she likes to snack when she's concentrating. another bad habit i'd say is that she is most likely to not place value in herself as much as others. eden, at her very core, does not view herself as human because she isn't one. she is a vessel created to house the stellaron, she is artificially made, so in her own eyes, she is less of a person than those around her and she would put other people's lives above her own.
what does your muse usually look like/wear ?
she likes her default outfit as they're comfortable and easy to move around in. she has a particular penchant for jackets, coats, and hoodies. from time to time she does wear something casual for dates or outings just to change it up. here's her casual outfit. eden doesn't pay much attention to her outfit or clothing unless there's a special occasion that calls for it.
is your muse affectionate ? How so ?
while she might seem cautious and stoic with those she just met, eden is actually extremely affectionate with those she trusts and loves. the way she expresses her affection is mostly through physical touch and act of intimacy than words. i've written a few posts about her expression of love and habits which you could find them below :
how she expresses her love / calling her name / regarding ' i love you. '
what position does your muse sleep in ?
either on her back if she passes out from exhaustion or on her side as she's curled up towards something or someone. most of the time, she has a habit of sleeping curled up as though she's holding onto someone. eden doesn't know why it's like that or when the habit develops, of course, but she sleeps better when she's holding onto something in her hands or arms.
could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room ?
depends on the situation. eden can be loud and chaotic if the situation calls for it, but most of the time she's rather quiet and kept to herself unless spoken to or provoked. she has rather firm and solid footsteps, however, so you might be able to hear the sound of her heeled boots against the ground as she walks.
tagged by : @maquiscursed ( THANK YOU SO MUCH VEN !! this was fun to do !! )
tagging : i suck at tagging others and this one is kinda long, so anyone who wants to do it, steal it from me !
#.headcanon: eden | trailblazer#.long post#[ tHIS WAS A LOT OF FUN TO WRITE & GET INTO#some parts i've mentioned in a few of my scattered headcanons but it's still very interesting to get into !#I WROTE THIS IN ONE SITTING W/O PROOF-READING SO#i might amend and change things around when i have time#sO EXCUSE ME IF IT'S A BIT ALL OVER THE PLACES#i love my raccoon dottir tho ]
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(Out of nowhere, you are approached by a familiar lightbulb-headed Cog.)
Ah, it's you, cat. Thinking you're oh-so-slick. Muttering and whispering under those raggedy whiskers of yours... Thinking I am unable to hear it all...
Well, you've simply underestimated my fantastic hearing. You probably want to know the reason why I'm here, taking a 'break' from my incredibly important scientific breakthroughs? It's quite simple, really!
(She gets close, and squints her eyes.)
I know what you are.
Farewell, now!
(She then leaves the way she came from.)
(Spam giggles immensely, covering her face... it always seems like she's giggling, isn't she? This lasts... at least thirty seconds. Longer than usual.)
And I know what I am too, Sparky! You broke through something, that's for sure. Really, broke through...
(She looks down, continuing to laugh nervously.)
You know, I find it odd you Havent tried to bulb blast me into the stratosphere by now. I mean knowing how you acted with Frostbite. Is there something peculiar about me that you perhaps can't quite track? Something about me that you... don't know what I am?
I know, I know, I'm talking to nobody again. But you were there when I had a moment today with the one the only Frostbite The Bravecog. You may be remaining. Lurking in the shadows. Knowing about these thoughts that I'm thinking.
(The giggling resumes, lasting far shorter this time.)
Your brother's a piece of fucking barp, by the way
(She braces for impact for a few seconds, wincing while smiling, before comically looking around to realize nobody's there. She sighs.)
Wow, okay maybe toony superhero show logic doesn't apply in this situation. Cool.
WAIT I JUST FUCKING REALIZED WHAT SHE MEANT but like. Dude if she meant that then what's the point I mean the whole ahh sellbot department barping knows unless you're Really low on the ladder. Heheh... maybe she did mean what I thought she meant.
Oh i'm so fucking screwed. What kind of bitch gets filament fever
#bright spark#<- for finding this again later. haha i called her sparky#the way she talks fucking tickles my brain so much im so . ohguohguohoghog SHE#SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG you see i was in the mindset that i would do this one little thing and then i would do my work which uh.#that leads to so so SO much procrastination. including on fun things! oh so fun things.#today was an event.#i also spent quite a bit of time ruminating i “would she really say that” is worse when shes literally you#to clarify. she is spam's aunt by like. building standards. not really in her found family. so its fucked up but as i said in discord this#is like. a “your mom's kinda hot” level crush. you know. also sorry i really wanted to say filament fever its been eating at me okay#nothing SERIOUS the way my f/os (and spam's f/os (plural now?? i guess?? if today was a canon event)) are#honestly mark still feels like the only real one with her to me but damn it. if spam's reflecting My Changes then she's Reflecting My Chang#spam in toontown unlike my other sonas is the most “its just you again” out of all of them and thats partially because her main#cog connection... is frostbite. they bounce off each other like we literally bounce off each other and damn it shes been so stagnant on her#own because of it. mark happened and she mirrored that because i kept fucking talking about him while we were in character and ideally#i should TRY to fix her. but also man because i'm not doing Serious lore stuff with her i dont. even know if i want to.#i kinda brushed it over the rug by saying that she relies on her constant entertainment so readily because she herself still doesnt feel#like she has a place outside of cogs only. sure she's in high roller backstage sure she's in allan's family now but shes not Doing anything#with herself the way that her friends are. mole's a ranger. frostbite cohosts. wishes... has chip. and something she doesn't have--#living and fully growing as a toon. rather than being haphazardly slapped into a world. and in some respects she's envious of frostbite#finding themselves so quickly because she distracts herself because she's still kinda struggling with it. despite everything. yes she lives#happy and carefree a lot of the time but she keeps buying those dumb phones because when she's truly alone... her mind starts to wander.#that's what mark is for. so that spam can dream of a world where she has a purpose. even if its fake and fragile and just nothing compared#to the great friends that she already has. where she feels like its worth it doing something when she doesn't have anyone. and in that#respect. with the goons ma allan parallels in sonboy the spam cathal parallels shine. seeking tv (and to a lesser extent games) as a#method of escapism. even when one's life is already pretty good. because there's nothing else worth doing without friends or family.#the internet isn't just cool. it gives her something to be when it seems like everyone is something but her. and maybe thats a lazy#excuse for why it seems like she doesnt HAVE anything to call her own but that but damn it i'm trying my best to twist it around.#spam has such a HISTORY yknow? even if it feels like i havent established her much.#spam is the hearts to frostbite's spades not just because they're the duo of all time but because spam's fake stupid love keeps her going#sorry i just started rambling in the tags of this post about spam it. happens. she loves her friends so much i need to reiterate that okay
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I miss your fics. I hope you’re doing well tho
I appreciate this, thank you 🥹
For the record, I miss my fics too! This unofficial hiatus has been out of necessity rather than choice, and I can honestly say there hasn't been a day where I don't fantasize about A Grand Return. 💙
#i suppose I've been a bit vaguer than usual about all this#but the short answer is I was still writing consistently up until the end of March#when I had a health incident that was ultimately the fault of the piss poor excuse for care one of my doctors was giving me#& while I'm much better now I've essentially been dealing with the reverberations of that - physically but tbh mostly mentally - since then#so there's that lol#and then also now that it's been so long since I've posted anything I honestly feel super insecure about it#idk for a lot of reasons i question if there's a place for me in the fic world anymore#i hope there is! but i question it#so. just a bit of a look behind the curtain lol#i started tinkering with an old WIP a couple weeks ago and that was nice#and i have pitched like 5 different ideas to Cass over the last week 😂#so clown brain is still there I just need the energy and perhaps some confidence 🤓#i truly appreciate you taking the time to send the message - honestly the discussion/excitement is what i miss most about sharing my fic#sorry this took a minute to answer but i had to decide what to say... and then decide to bury it in the tags obviously 😂💙💙💙#ask#anon#kh4f writing
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ㅤat this point, they're beyond wasted and vibing out to music that's too loud with several substances on standby for when the buzz starts wearing off. happy new year!!
#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ic status ⋮ fighting a fight i'll win anyway.#excuse to make use of this gif bc it's one of my faves? maybe.#but mostly i don't want to make an ooc post bc i don't much care for new years#THAT SAID....... i do actually have a goal for this year#and that's to finally ACTUALLY take fucking steps toward getting a diagnosis so that i can maybe start to be a functioning human being#for the first time in far far too long#at this point i'm p sure i'm on the autism spectrum and/or adhd and only having treatment for depression & anxiety#and having psychs guess at MAYBE things like bpd are the underlying main issue#then not actually doing anything about it#has royally fucked over my quality of life since middle school (:#i don't like talking much about my life bc it's genuinely so embarrassing#but i figure maybe baring a little of my soul will help encourage me to finally take steps forward.#this is basically my happy place. my retreat. my escape.#and byan has effectively become my comfort character and a bit of an outlet#so while i'm out here crying about shit i just want to say a huge thank you to all of you lovely mutuals who have kept me company#and put up with my sharp and glittery little freak and given me all these amazing relationships for them#i'd be doin a whole lot worse if not for y'all you have no idea#thank you i love you and here's to hoping that 2024 is good and a better mental health year for all of us ♡♡♡#...there's a good chance i'll be embarrassed enough to delete all these tags later tbh#but i'm in basically the last time zone to hit midnight so it's probably late enough that most people won't see it anyway lmao
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willow (2022) is a new shiny disney show with a budget of like 5 bajillion $ or whatever and their action scenes and fight choreo are quite fucking abhorrent, like i almost feel offended
and to be clear this is not to drag willow (a show i really enjoy and will keep watching). it just makes me appreciate warrior nun even more, since their budget is quite probably under a hundred euros and they still pulled off the most epic shit with their action sequences
#just finished last nights ep and it set me off a lil bit#the action feels so chunky and heavy handed#they move the camera so much you can hardly see whats going on#they dont actually show like half the moves that are suggested they just cut to sth different#all over the place really#and the sound effects either arent there at all or they seem out of sync?#honestly what is their excuse i dont get it#warrior nun#im not tagging this with willow as i risk being eaten alive
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Man I've been dead as fuck on here I miss posting stuff but idk what to post abt :/
#rat rambles#Ive mostly been thinking abd wc rp stuff and a lil bit of sploon and bndori but not enough that I feel motivayes to talk abt it#idk I might try doing an oc art ask game tomorrow maybe. like yall can give me two characters and Ill draw a scene between them#honestly if you wanna lock and load a pair ahead of time feel free to send it just know I might not get to it in a bit#I do have owed art Im working on still but Ive drawn more art than I have due total in one day before so Ill be fine#Im getting to draw monkeys for the first time so thats exciting!! Ive been wanting to for a while but havent had a good excuse to so Im#having fun with it :]#Im happy abt how flexible my artstyle is now if you asked me to draw a monkey like a year ago Id probably die djskhdjd#also Im soooo much better at poses now which also makes me rly happy#idk I just feel like my art is in a good place rn :]#I still have things I wanna improve on (mainly perspective) but all in all I think Ive made HUGE progress over the past year#I will say though I still feel like a lot of my stuff from abt a year ago still holds up (not all of it tho lol)#like in abt 2 months my beats animation will be a year old and thats fucking wild to me#but I will say I think in general my art is on average better quality noe#plus I will say the background in that animation was kinda shit Ive definitely improved on that frong djskysjs#I still have way more to go until Ill be happy with my ptoper backgrounds though#Im not bad at them per say but I dont rly know what Im doing with them either#I wanna be able to more easily get across the images I have in my head for backgrounds#Ill get there eventually tho#for now Im ok with where Im at Im sure Ill improve more as I draw as is always the case djsjhsks
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