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andvys · 2 years ago

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Summer nights.. | S.H.

Warnings: 18+, minors go away! smut, fingering, mentions of king!Steve, slight degrading, Steve calling reader "slut" (affectionately)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 2k+

A/N: so this was a request and now I don't know who requested it cause Tumblr deleted my previous draft (thank u tumblr), it's been sitting in my inbox for a while now, I saw it earlier and just had to write it. i’m not that proud of it but oh well

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The water is cold, you feel the goosebumps arising on your skin. The smell of chlorine lingers around you, the sound of crickets and the music from inside the house filling the silence.

It’s dark out and you can barely see past the trees in his backyard. If it wasn’t for his presence, you would feel scared of what might be lurking in the forest behind his house. But under the weight of his eyes and the closeness of his body, you feel anything but scared.

It's the last days of summer and you both decided to spend the day by the pool in his backyard. You laid out in the sun all day, soaking up the last rays of the sunlight before you both decided to go for a swim.

He is staring. Eating you with his eyes. His lips are pulled into a smirk, his eyes are filled with smugness and mischief. He bites his bottom lip as he eyes you – taking in the sight of the pink bikini top covering your chest, he can see your nipples through the flimsy top. Water is dripping from your hair, your bottom lip is quivering a little, you’re cold and he feels the urge to warm you up.

The water splashes around you as you swirl it around with your hand, trying to focus on anything but him. He can see how flustered you are, how you try to avoid looking at him for too long. He saw the way your eyes widened when he took his shirt off before he jumped into the water before you – how you pressed your thighs together when you were still just sitting at the edge of the pool.

You’re a shy little thing, just like you were when you were still in high school. When he was King Steve and you were the awkward and shy bookworm – you’ve always been a sight for sore eyes though. Steve had always watched you, he had always admired you and how pretty you looked with your short skirts and dresses. He could’ve gone after you back then but, he didn’t want to do what he did with other girls, you were special – and you still are.

And you have changed, became even more beautiful, you have grown into your body – you are no longer just the cute and pretty girl. You are a woman and the woman that you are, god, Steve can’t count the amount of times he had to excuse himself to the bathroom to jerk off during one of your hangouts.

You are shy but you are a tease. You give him the eyes, you sit on his lap, you even went as far as taking his fingers in your mouth to lick them clean when he had helped you putting the frosting on the cinnamon rolls you had made. Alright, maybe you are not that shy.

Finally, Steve moves closer to you and he fights the urge to smirk when he watches the way you tense up a little more.

“Are you cold?”

You look up at him through hooded eyes and that alone makes his dick twitch. Fuck.

You lick your lips, giving him an innocent look that you know will drive him insane.

“A little.”

“Do you need me to warm you up, honey?”

His voice is so smooth and husky. It makes you shiver.

You bat your eyelashes at him and nod.

His large hands grab your waist and he backs you further up against the wall as he presses himself against you, letting his warm body touch yours.

“Like this?” He asks as he looks down at you, adoring how much shorter you are than him.

“Mhmm.”

You place your hands on his chest and gaze up at him. Steve had always been one of the prettiest boys. His beautiful hazel eyes, his stupid perfect hair, his plush lips, the cocky attitude had always made you weak but now he is just handsome. He’s a man. His hair is longer and right now, it hangs in front of his eyes, water dripping down from it and rolling down his sun kissed skin, the chest hair is something you never thought you’d like but, you love it on him. The black in his eyes makes the hazel in them disappear. He wants you just as much as you want him. Neither of you had been brave enough to cross that line yet. You both enjoyed the little game you were playing, a little too much.

His hands grip your waist tightly, he leans down to whisper in your ear, “or do you need more?”

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his lips on your earlobe. You suddenly forget about how cold the water is, the heat of his body and his touch makes you feel hot.

You can’t even help it, you press yourself against him and whimper at the feeling of his hard dick against your stomach.

He chuckles at your gasp.

“You feel that, honey?” He asks as he grabs your hand and pushes it under water, pressing it against his bulge.

Your lips part in surprise, your eyes widen, heat pools in your lower stomach and you have to press your thighs together again. Only this time, he doesn’t let you. He pushes his thighs between your legs, pressing it firmly against your heat.

“S-Steve,” you whimper as you look up at him with pleading eyes.

This. You had both been waiting for this. Waiting to cross the line. Waiting for the right moment to kiss, to touch each other like this. The anticipation was good but this is so much better.

You want him, you want to drag him out of the water, push him down on one of the loungers and get down on your knees for him. You want to worship him.

He chuckles darkly and he leans down, he brushes your hair back and places his lips against your neck, kissing you softly.

“You did that to me,” he whispers as his lips nip at your skin, his hand travels down to your panties, fingertips grazing the soft material, “you always make me so fucking hard.”

The feeling that rushes through you almost overwhelms you. Your body feels hot. The ache between your legs makes you whine. You’ve been needy for him all day – he had been teasing you from the moment he had picked you up in the afternoon.

You tilt your head to the side, wanting, no, needing more. And he gives you just what you want. His wet lips leave no space untouched. He kisses your neck, your throat, your jaw, your collarbone. He makes you whine and whimper with just a few simple kisses.

You grind against his thigh, desperately.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he whispers against your skin as his fingers finally find their way to your clit, “walking around in those short little skirts, looking at me with those desperate eyes – you want me just as bad, huh?”

You know it’s not a question. He knows that you want him. He is teasing you as always. Pressing his fingers against your clit, rubbing circles against your aching bud – slowly. He is torturing you.

You nod your head way too desperately, another whimper falling from your lips.

“Are you gonna let me–”

“Yes!”

He chuckles again and pulls back to look at you, “desperate huh?”

He admires your flushed cheeks and the way you are shaking as you grab his arms.

“Please?”

Who is he to say no to you?

He pushes your panties to the side, finally, touching you the way he always wanted to. He slips his fingers through your folds, hissing, “you’re soaked, baby, is that all for me?”

You shudder and gasp, swallowing harshly as you nod, unable to form any words. The butterflies in your stomach are wild, the burning in your pussy, making you whine. His fingers feel so much better than yours.

He leans his forehead against yours, your noses bump together before his lips finally find yours. He cups your cheek with his free hand, he kisses you, he finally kisses you after months of pining and yearning, he kisses you, desperately and roughly as his fingers circle your entrance.

Neither of you care about the slight taste of chlorine on your lips -- the taste of vanilla ice cream that you had earlier is stronger.

You moan at the feeling, bucking your hips into his hand. You throw your arms around his neck and bury your hand in his hair, tugging at it. He moans into the kiss and he slips his tongue past your plush lips as he slowly pushes his fingers inside of you, moaning yet again when he feels how tight and wet you are. He pumps them in and out of you a few times before he adds a second one, scissoring them inside of you.

“Steve!” You gasp against his lips as you pull away from the kiss, only to be pulled back in for another one. This time, it’s even more desperate. He cups the back of your neck, he breathes heavily and groans when he feels you squeezing his fingers.

You continue to tug at his wet hair, whining and whitering as he fucks you with his long fingers.

You had dreamed of this for so long. Every time you look at his hands, the veins in them, his long fingers, you just want them inside of you.

His heart is racing in his chest, just like yours is. Your bodies feel on fire. You wonder what it will feel like to have his cock inside of you. Just the feeling of him against your stomach makes you moan even louder. You need him.

He starts fingering you harder, faster. Loving the way your walls clench around his fingers – he can’t help but think about what it would feel like to fuck your tight little pussy, to spread you open with his dick, to make you whine, to see the tears in your eyes when you try to take his big cock for the first time – no one was ever able to take him fully before, he’s just too big.

The lack of air causes you to pull away from the kiss with a gasp.

“Oh my god,” you whimper, breathing heavily as you bury your face in his neck and hold onto him, tightly.

You don’t even notice his heavy breathing but you can feel his throbbing dick against your stomach and it makes it all feel even better.

“You’re taking my fingers like a good girl.”

Your eyes roll back and you squeeze them shut when he curls them inside of you as he pushes them deeper than you could ever reach.

You cling to his body, pressing your wet chest against his as your nails dig into his skin.

Your lips are parted and you can’t even stop the moans from falling, you can’t even stop yourself from drooling when he fucks you harshly and sucks on your shoulder, kissing and biting your skin, marking you up.

“T-That feels so… good.”

He kisses your shoulder sloppily, grinding against you ever so slightly. The water in between you sloshes, his wrist is moving at a rapid pace as he fingers your needy cunt.

“You’re so easy to please, sweet thing,” Steve rasps, “it’s just my fingers and you’re whining like a needy little slut.”

You are surprised by his filthy words – you figure that this is King Steve talking right now. He knows you had a thing for him back then and as much as he hates his old self, this part of him never left – the one with a filthy mouth.

“Y-Your slut, Steve– Ah! R-Right there, p-please..”

He smirks against your shoulder, picking up the pace and fucking you brutally with his fingers. Rubbing your sensitive clit with his thumb.

Tears well up in your eyes when you begin to feel overwhelmed by the pleasure he is giving you with just his hand. Your moans get high pitched, your walls squeeze tighter around his fingers and he groans in response.

Your thighs are shaking, he can feel it.

“I’m gonna, fuck – I’m gonna take you upstairs after this.”

You suck in a harsh breath.

“And I’m gonna fuck you so hard. S-Shit, the thing you did to me earlier? Sucking on my finger like that?” He grunts, “you’re a fucking tease.”

“Steve, please!”

“Just like that, keep moaning my name like that, shit.”

He grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you back, “let me look at your pretty face when you cum around my fingers.”

You almost feel ashamed to look at him, tears are blurring your vision, you are fucking drooling. He kisses your pout, “come on, baby, soak my fingers, cum for me.”

If it wasn’t for his hands holding your cheeks, you’d throw your head back in pleasure but he forces you to look at him as you cum around his fingers with a loud whimper.

“Just like that, honey,” he praises you and pats your cheek, “good girl.”

“I-I can’t–” You whimper when he keeps going, “please.”

“Aw,” he coos at you, “did I fuck you dumb with just my fingers?”

You are shaking and he holds you tightly as he peppers kisses all over your faces, slowly pulling his fingers out and putting your panties back in please.

He admires the way you are coming down from the high – not knowing what the night still has in store for you. But when you look into his eyes again and a smirk tugs at your lips, he knows, he just fucking knows that he is in for something.

“Can I suck your cock now, daddy?”

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#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things imagine

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thatsdemko · 2 years ago

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feeling better - c.leclerc

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requested: y(ish)- “Hi! Sorry, can I make a shameless suggestion 🙈🤭 that some more husband Charles content like drought would be fun to say the least, sexy and cute as heck!”

p.s. - to the anon, I’m keeping your request around in my inbox in the event that this is 1. not what you wanted and 2. because I have other husband!charles fics in my drafts similar to drought that I think you might love xx

pairing: husband!charles leclerc x wife!reader

warnings: mentions of periods + oral (m receiving) + not intended for minors

a/n: inspired by @thisismeracing’s beautiful mick fic that I just can’t get out of my head! I’m not entirely proud of this smut! I haven’t wrote anything filthy in so long so I apologize I’m not into my groove, but I just love husband!charles and if anyone has any req’s for husband!charles lmk ;)

this is for all the period havers going thru a tough time rn (believe been there done that last week) xx

“so I’ve been thinking—“

“well that’s never good.”

“can I finish?” well he’s rather sassy today, you think to yourself.

shutting your phone off, you give him your undivided attention, “alright talk.”

Charles rolls his eyes thinking the same thing, those damn hormones of yours had a way of making your words rough on the edge and bitter at the tongue. but he finds it hot, he likes when you get a little grouchy and filled with an edge. it’s rare.

“since you’re not feeling well—“

“I never said I was—“

“ah that’s where you’re wrong.” a smirk tugs at his lips that he tries to contain as he takes the empty seat next to you on the couch, “it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out you’re on your period, and talking to my mother about it was where you failed.”

“well it shouldn’t take my husband that long to figure it out.” you bite back. being married for three years and having dated prior, you’d imagine by now he’d be an expert of knowing when that time of the month came around.

“you want to try again with a different tone?”

“you want to try me, leclerc?”

you stare each other down neither one of you backs down until he rolls his eyes and his shoulders soften, “can I just offer my help? or will you bite my head off?”

“depends,” you tilt your head, “what’s the offer?”

“sex. unless you’re too busy being an asshole then my dick is off the table.”

you let out a laugh that you can’t contain and throw your arms around his neck allowing his hand to wrap up under your shirt. his fingers move up and down your back, you notice his eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when he discovers you’re not wearing a bra.

“no bra?” he says, but it comes out rather like a question. you watch the wheels turn in his head like it’s his lucky day.

“my boobs are sore.”

“let me take care of that.” he turns in his seat pressing a hard passionate kiss against your lips. you can feel the electricity of the kiss run down your spine and warm your insides up. your cold heart softens under him.

“I’m sorry I was mean—“

“shut up, I love it.” his breath is rigid in between the heat of your bodies against each other and from the sloppy kisses, “I like dirty.”

“it’s going to be a bitch to clean—“

“I’m not talking about that dirty.” he cuts you off. his hands yank your shirt over your head revealing your perky breasts. he stands up from the couch, carefully laying you down against the black leather cushions, “I’m talking about your mouth.”

his hand barely cups one of your breasts. it sends an ache through your body and a shiver down your spine as you try to relax. the look on your face reminds him to go easy, and he does. his mouth wraps around the nipple, tongue ever so ghostly swipes across your flesh.

you gasp at the sensitivity, begging for more of his tongue, “Charles,”

“too much?”

“so good.” you moan into his skin, mouth hovering over the crook of his neck he forgets how to breathe for a second.

“are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask. carefully removing your shorts, you reveal the most unattractive pair of underwear you could be wearing. Charles doesn’t seem to notice or even care, he just nods along pulling out a condom that’s surely useless during this time.

“do you not want to have sex? I thought it would help? does it not? is the internet a liar—“

you rip the condom off his cock and just wrap your mouth around the tip getting him to shut up. his breath hitches, cock drips in precum, your warm tongue swirls, twirls, and slurps up every bit of him.

his ragged breathing fills your ears. your teeth gently press into the skin of his cock earning him to release right into your mouth. he watches you swallow with a smile on your face before leaning yourself back against the couch cushions.

“the internet was right, you girls are incredibly horny.”

“just horny for you,” you whisper wrapping your legs around his hips feeling his cock go straight for your clit.

there was no messing around. he had scoured the internet for hours and knew the best pleasure comes from the clit. and pleasure was all you ever asked for on your period, it’s too bad Mother Nature could never deliver what Charles was giving.

“horny for you, and your big dick.”

he slams into your clit again, a raspy moan exits your lips. you feel yourself coming undone underneath him. your legs shake, head becomes fuzzy until you release against him.

“merde,” he mutters under his breath, “I’ll be right back.” he gets up from the couch, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, he leaves and soon comes back with a towel and a smile.

“you want a hot bath?”

“it’ll only be hot if you’re in there with me.” you reply feeling the rough material against your inner thighs not even daring to look at the mess.

“I’m always down for round two. especially in the tub.”

“well then don’t leave me hanging, let’s go.”

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justawasteoftime1122 · 6 months ago

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I thought I'd do one of these cuz I'm bored and don't expect it to get that far

No more limit

A note game!

10 notes- I'll make an aroace bracelet/anklet ⚘

15 notes- I'll redraw a drawing from my old sketchbook ⚘

20 notes- I'll redraw my first digital drawing ⚘

25 notes- I'll clean up my drafts and inbox -

30 notes- I'll make Gender Fluid bracelet/anklet⚘

35 notes- I'll put GF and Aroace beads on my shoe laces -

40 notes- I'll draw a ship from a ship wheel -

45 notes- I'll learn to draw more body shapes +

50 notes- I'll try to fix my sleep schedule +

60 notes- I'll get my friend to stop making trans + jokes (they annoy me now. It's not transphobic just annoying)

69 notes- I'll write a short smut story -

80 notes- I'll get into drawing more horror +

85 notes- I'll branch out and start dressing and asking for more clothes that help me feel masculine and neutral +

90 notes- I'll draw characters based of off the main LGBTQIA flags +

100 notes- I'll start drawing more infectious aus and share more art with my family -

110 notes- I'll ask my parents to get Vocal lessons-

(Edit, adding more)

120 notes- I'll redraw an entire sketchbook +

130 notes- I'll force myself to do more writing (and on my fanfics)

140 notes- I'll start branching out into new series and continue arcane. +

150 notes- I'll work up the courage to tell my friend when I feel masculine +

160 notes- I'll start writing the story about The Lesbian and the Conversion Therapist that fell for her -

Edit 3:

170 notes: I'll animate more +

180 notes: I'll expose my main Spotify playlists -

190 notes: I'll finnish more art in my ibis paint + gallery

200 notes: I'll draw a something for a random liker (no corn but I'm willing to do gore) -

210 notes: I'll practice more drawing on paper and will use my alcohol markers more.

220 notes- I'll draw the cheese burger spider from cloudy with a chance of meatballs

250 notes- I'll animate a gif

270 notes- I'll animate cheese spider

300 notes- I'll animate something small for a random person who liked/likes this post ( I will not animate corn but am willing to attempt gore)

That's all for now

⚘= Done

+ = Started/ In progress

- = Haven't Startes

#notes #note game #note #genderfluid #asexual aromantic #aromantic #asexual #aromantic asexual #aroace #idk if this will work lol

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rhiannonsknife · 3 months ago

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yesss your bots are in fact on tiktok thats how I found u out and ive been obsessed. but i thought sorta like the first hg movie like you get drafted and so does nat/shauna from the same district and trying to stay alive and all like peeta and katniss

anon please drop the link in my inbox, i wanna see what the people on tiktok have to say about my blog…and have this shauna bot in return🙏🙏

shauna is sitting at the edge of the bed, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of the soft capitol-issued pajamas. you’re curled up under the covers, hair damp, skin flushed from what was maybe the longest, hottest shower you’ve ever had. the kind of luxury that’s impossible back in district 12 and makes you feel clean but still not…better.

shauna glances your way, her eyes lingering just long enough that you know she’s trying to read you again. “you thinking about the arena?” she asks.

you don’t give her an answer right away, doubting that the question even needs one. she leans back on her hands, sighing through her nose. “okay,” she says. “then let’s think about something else…say you win. what’s the first thing you do when you get back home?”

you snort. “that’s a big if, shauna.”

shauna doesn’t immediately respond to that. she never did like saying things she couldn’t fix. in training, you watched her with the knives. not showy or flashy, but always on target. you saw the instructors whispering to each other. even one of the careers sized her up like she might actually be a threat. the day the scores were released, hers was higher than anyone expected, high enough to make people remember her name and put their bets on shauna. if one of you is making it out alive, it will be her.

she clears her throat. “well, humor me.”

you sigh and drop your heads back into the pillows. “fine…bread.”

shauna blinks. “bread?”

“real bread. not the stale bricks from the ration lines. proper bread. with…i don’t know. rosemary. or garlic.”

she smiles, and it momentarily warms her whole face. “fancy”

“i deserve fancy,” you say. this time your voice doesn’t shake and shauna laughs, her eyes crinkling in the corners. it’s small and short-lived, but it sounds like her. like before. like home. the noise hits you like a blow because you know that, after tonight, you might never hear it again.

“you should get some sleep,” shauna murmurs after a pause. “you’ll need the rest.”

— c.ai

#˙🔗 ̟ !! my bots #shauna shipman #shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipman x female reader #shauna shipman x you #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x female reader #yellowjackets x you

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lostinlovingrevery · 11 days ago

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logan taking care of you when you’re drunk and/or sick and being such a softie

don’t tempt i will blow up your inbox

GOOOOOOD, I LOVE the idea of Logan taking care of me in my most vulnerable state. For more reasons than one ;)

I actually have several logan taking care of you headcanons in my drafts but I'm gonna go ahead and throw some out here :)

Logan Taking Care of You When You're Sick!

He loves it

I mean no, he doesn't love you getting sick and being unwell- but he loves taking care of you!!

He spent most of his life believing hes destined for violence, so being able to take care of you, make you meals, get you medicine, snuggle you- whatever you need, it gives him a new sense of purpose

He's making you the BEST comfort meals too- he's not letting you order out some nasty junk food that's only gonna make you feel worse, and absolutely NO MICROWAVE FOODS. Not that you have a microwave anyway.

Grilled cheese and tomato soup, veggie and beef soup, noodles with eggs, chives, peppers, hot chocolate, tea, chicken soup, dumplings, any type of pastas, waffles and bacon, so on so on- you're getting full meals with lots of protein, fruit, and veggies. In the beginning he probs wasn't the best cook and had a lot of basics but once he learns your taste he gets his way around the kitchen

Always checking on you- he won't hover you like you're dying, but he takes extra care to make sure you're okay no matter what you have- even if it's a lil cold

Nesting go brrrrr. Yes, he'll become a bit of a clean freak and makes sure your spot of choice to be sick in is cozy, comfy, and clean. You'll be wrapped in fuzzy blankets, your fav show/movies are put on- and of course, him. He'll be there to rub your back, snuggle you on his chest, soothe those aches and chills

He's super finnicky with medicine- it's not that he doesn't want to deny it to you, he knows it helps. It's just HE never had to take medicine so he's reading the directions and is now nervous he's going to accidentally overdose you. Writes down the times you're getting dayquil/nyquil, or other medicine of choice and is always ready on the dot to give you the next dose

He's very gentle with you too. Much more soft spoken and very caring- I mean he already is caring but he's so soothing to you, and doesn't make you feel bad for needing some support

if you're like me- who already doesn't want help when im HEALTHY, i'm 10 times worse when I'm sick and literally push myself over the limit and end up staying sick even longer- he will manhandle you and confiscate anything that you might try to get work done with, phone, laptop, and yes even that other laptop you don't use anymore but he knows you'll try it anyway.. He doesn't care about your whining on how you're "fine" (you're running a 102 degree fever) He'll tie you to the bed if he has to (hm)

he gets the most loving look while you're sleeping- practically snoring against his chest because you're congested and can't breathe through your nose. Hairs a mess, skin is sweaty from your fever, and you're drooling, but he thinks you're just the most precious thing he's ever seen.

Imagine you're stubbornly trying to fight off being sick, brushing Logan off with his concerns as you fight off your body aches with some advil and ignore the cough that's mysteriously appeared. throughout the day you're getting worse and Logans just watching you and its not until the evening where you officially feel awful- he doesn't tease you about it, just presses his lips to your forehead and gently remarking how warm you feel .Helps you undress and get into something comfy, before climbing into bed and tucking you into his side- scratching your back soothingly while you fight off the chills. He's warm, safe and while your body hurt to the touch- his was the only thing that soothed you

for belly aches, he makes sure to keep you hydrated and has crackers nearby- something you taught him since he didnt actually know himself, since he doesn't get belly pains (lucky bastard). Will very gently massage your belly to help it settle down. The warmth of his hand helps to (aka, it helps with cramps!!)

Thats about what I got so far but I'll have more with variant scenarios in the future <3

#logan howlett #wolverine #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett x you #wolverine x reader #vans daydreams #logan howlett fanfiction #logan howlett fic

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yunaversalluv · 2 months ago

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⋆.˚ ★— Focus Pull

ᴀ ɪɴᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄɪᴀɴ!ᴇʟʟɪᴇ x ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴᴛ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜᴇʀ!ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⋆.˚ ★— Focus Pull m.list

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ `౨ৎ~

Weeks after a single photo changes everything, silence lingers where connection once sparked. When a message finally comes through, two people meet again — not in the spotlight, but in the quiet, where honesty has room to breathe and something unspoken waits just beneath the surface.

cw for this chapter// fame/internet virality anxiety, emotional vulnerability, implied anxiety/insomnia, mild language, intense emotional tension

please know that there might be spelling errors!

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CHAPTER THREE - STATIC

It’s been weeks.

Weeks since the photo.

Weeks since your inbox cracked open like a floodgate, spilling over with messages you weren’t prepared for.

Since your name became tethered to the sound of a voice you’d only just heard live for the first time. Since your art — the quiet, low-lit kind that lives in the edges of the frame, always watching but never watched — was suddenly thrust, howling, into the blinding spotlight of an internet that never asked your permission. The internet hasn’t let go of her. Or of you

. That image of Ellie — raw, beautiful — is everywhere now. People have torn it apart, picked it clean, rebuilt a thousand versions of her with their words, their filters, their projections. They turned her into a symbol, a scream, a shrine.

And still — silence.

Ellie’s message remains buried in your inbox like a landmine, humming with potential. Ellie:Why were you staring so long?You’d replied quickly. Too quickly, maybe. You:You looked like you wanted the camera to flinch.Her response came fast, like a spark across dry leaves. Ellie:It didn’t.You didn’t.

You guys texted and texted. But nothing progressed.

After a pattern had started to form — you two texting… nothing. Not the next day. Not for weeks.

You kept shooting, of course. The show must go on. Different venues, different nights. Your lens clicking away, mechanical and steady, trying to recapture something you couldn’t quite name. But none of it felt the same.

Every frame since that photo felt like a second draft of something that had already lived and died in a single shutter click.

You could almost hear the difference — the static that filled the silence between you and that one perfect moment.

And Ellie? She hasn’t reached out again. You told yourself it was fine. You didn’t need her to. But the truth? The truth is sharp. It lingers in the corners of your mind like a splinter you can’t reach.

The truth is: you’ve been checking. Not obsessively. Not every minute.Just enough. Her page. Your inbox. That still-open thread. Enough to feel the quiet ache of it.

Across the city, Ellie hasn’t slept.

Not really.

She’s tried. Her pillows sag beneath her head like wet paper. The static from a half-muted TV glows in the corner, washing the walls in flickering gray-blue light. Her guitar lays across her ribs like a shield, or a secret — its weight more comforting than the silence.

The same four chords, over and over. Muted strings beneath her fingers until they ache. But sleep? It’s distant. Sharp-edged and glassy, hovering just beyond her reach.

It’s hard to sleep when the internet won’t stop dragging your name like a body on fire — pulled through dirt, through pixels, through the acid commentary of strangers who think they know you because they saw your eyes in one unguarded second. Her phone buzzes again. This time it’s on the floor beside the bed. The sound slices through the quiet like a knife.

She doesn’t want to look. But her hand moves anyway. Another edit of the photo.

The one where her eyes are too wide, too knowing. Locked on the lens with something feral. Animal. Raw.

Her skin crawls just looking at it. Her chest tightens, ribs aching from the inside like something’s trying to claw its way out. She scrolls. She shouldn’t. But she does.

Captions like: “bite me pls queen”“holy rage incarnate”“this is what heartbreak sounds like if it grew teeth.”

And nestled among the noise, one sticks:

@mossandmercury: “Caption this: I want you to see me, but only how I say.”

Ellie reads it twice.

Doesn’t like how much it sticks.

Doesn’t like how true it feels — how closely it echoes the thing she’s been carrying since your lens found her. Since you saw her. Really saw her.

She tosses the phone aside. The screen still glows, a blue halo in the dark.

The room smells like dust and stolen motel soap. Light cuts through the blinds in jagged, white-hot interrogation lines, slashing across her feet, across her thoughts.

The kettle moans from the counter — a tired, wounded sound, like it’s straining under its own weight.

Ellie drifts toward the kitchenette. Shoulders tense. Bare feet whispering across cold tile. Her thumb hovers. Your profile sits open — too intimate, too exposed, like a journal she shouldn’t be reading.

She scrolls through your feed.

No selfies. No poses.

Just light and texture. Grainy film. Half-silhouettes paused in motion. Moments that feel stolen, not staged. Honest. Quiet. A kind of truth no one demands — but one you offer anyway. A single line in your bio:

low light makes me honest.

Whatever that means.

But it fits. It fits her. It fits you — or at least the version of you that saw her clearly enough to haunt her still.

She swipes to the DM thread. Still open. Still pulsing like a bruise. Weeks old now. Still fresh. Ellie types slowly, deliberately. Each word a weight.

you free tonight

Her thumb hovers. Then — send.

She sets the phone face-down on the bed like it might burn through her if she stares too long.

The kettle screams. And her chest — tight, coiled like piano wire — doesn’t loosen.

Not fear.

Not nerves.

Just that low, restless thrum again. Like something’s about to change.

Back in your apartment, the message arrives mid-edit.

you free tonight

No punctuation. No context. Just three words.

Your stomach flips. You sit back in your chair. The world seems to fold inward — the hum of the computer, the distant sound of traffic. Coffee long gone cold beside you. Your screen mid-swipe on someone else’s face — someone who isn’t her — already forgotten.

You type: Depends. You planning on killing me, or thanking me?

The reply is instant.

Ellie:That depends.Can you meet me where no one’s watching?

The room feels like it’s holding its breath.

Ellie’s apartment — if it counts as one — is small.

Lived-in. Quiet. Cozy in a way that feels fragile, like one wrong move could scatter the spell.

Dim lamplight pools across the floor in soft amber, stretching long shadows across her carpet. The air smells faintly of coffee grounds and something sweet that’s long since cooled. It smells like mornings she hasn’t had in weeks.

It’s just the two of you.

A bubble untouched by the noise outside.

She’s on the couch — threadbare and familiar — her guitar resting on the arm like a sentinel. Her fingers trace the strings without sound, muscle memory moving in loops. Her knee bounces, betraying the calm her face is trying to wear.

You sit across from her. The distance between you: too much for comfort, too little for certainty.

Neither of you speaks. There’s too much to say. Neither of you knows where to begin.

You glance at her. Catch her eyes. She looks away. You wonder if she feels it too — that slow, magnetic pull drawing you closer and holding you apart all at once.

The air feels heavy. Charged. Like if you speak too loud, it might all fall apart. Say nothing, and it might disappear.

Ellie shifts. Her fingers ghost along the guitar’s neck, her gaze unfocused. “You’ve… been quiet,” she says finally. Her voice is low, like it doesn’t want to wake the moment.

You swallow. “I was just thinking. About everything, I guess.” She nods. Her lips part, then close again. She leans back, posture curling inward. There’s a softness to her now — not weakness, but vulnerability. A space opening.

“I didn’t ask for all this,” she says. Tight. “It’s… weird, you know? Being seen like that. By everyone. By you.” She stops. Her fingers pause on the guitar. The strings hum beneath her touch, low and uneven.

You watch her — the tension in her throat, the conflict in her eyes. She’s holding something back. Fear. Hope. You’re not sure which.

“I didn’t mean to make it feel so…” You search for the right shape. “So personal.”

Her eyes meet yours. And for a moment, it’s there — the weight of it. The gravity.

But neither of you moves. Not yet.

“I don’t think I mind,” you admit. Your voice is soft, but steady. Honest.

Ellie’s breath catches. The world stills. Her eyes soften — just enough to crack your composure.

“You’ve been… on my mind,” she says. Her voice is thin, trembling. “A lot. Since the photo.”

Your heartbeat stumbles. “Mine too.”

She watches you — unreadable. Then: a small, shy smile. Not quite reaching her eyes. But real.

“Yeah?” she murmurs, like she’s asking for permission to believe it.

You nod. Slowly.

The room seems to exhale.

She shifts — closer now. Just enough. Enough to feel her presence like static in the air, like heat building beneath the skin.

Her hand brushes yours. You both freeze. The silence between you blooms with electricity.

Then, quietly — “I don’t know what happens now.”

You smile, gentle. “I don’t either.”

But the way she looks at you — the way her eyes linger — says everything else.

There’s something here. You’re both reaching for it. Even if you can’t name it yet.

The heaviness hasn’t gone. But it’s not all weight now.

It feels like a promise.

And maybe, just maybe — That’s enough for now.

#⋆.˚ ★— Focus Pull #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams #lesbian #reader insert #slow burn

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webslingingslasher · 1 year ago

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I'm dying for there to be a fic where the reader is Stark's daughter and tells Peter that he has to watch her, Peter does it and the more he does it the more they connect the two and end up dating in secret, but one day reader discovers it and then angs to fluff??? Would you do it, i love how you write yes and thank you

*cleaning out my inbox/drafts* this is an old one but i loved it so much mcu peter HAD to make a comeback for this. // a little different than what you asked.

you're livid and peter's scared.

your dad had shared a new piece of information in passing but it brought everything crumbling down. peter, your boyfriend, wasn't who you thought he was.

the person you thought was honest and gentle was really just a lying snake. he can wear manipulation well. even now, with wide eyes and a panicked grin you can't picture him hurting you like this. but you can feel it.

'hi, baby.' he knows you're mad, he's trying to approach this calmly.

'you're a fucking liar.' you just brought everything down to a negative level, peter feels his shoulders slump. he doesn't know what he did or how he lied. 'i'm sorry.' whatever he did caused venom to be directed his way and he doesn't like it at all.

'no you're not. you're a filthy, lying scumbag.' he's not trying to invalidate your feelings, but you're being really fucking mean to him and he really doesn't like this treatment from you. he's never been so hurt in his life, the person he loved with everything in him, can't get enough insults out their mouth.

'why are you talking to me like this?' he sounds pitiful and for a moment your heart breaks for him, you know how much you're hurting him right now but he broke your trust.

'my dad told me. i can't believe i fell for your bullshit, or was it all him? you're just some little drone for my daddy?' it was a blur of sarcasm and betrayal, and peter truly has no idea what he's done.

'what did i do? please tell me what i did.' he's pleading, he'd do anything to make it right. you scoff, everything seems so fake.

'my dad planted you into my life and you wormed your way into being my boyfriend.'

peter freezes, his stiff shoulders are your answer. 'it's true?' your voice cracked, the deception has your insides curling. you thought peter would deny it and kiss you a hundred times and tell you he wasn't that type of guy.

but he is and he did it.

'peter, it's true?' why do you want to cry? you were the one that was swindled. it hurts because you trusted him, it hurts because you thought he loved you just as much as you did him.

there's a new feeling, it's rage. you shared so much of yourself with him for nothing, you wasted time on him. you move on your own accord and you push your weight into his shoulders, trying to throw him back, it's useless. he doesn't even budge, but he still lets you try with everything in you.

'you're piece of shit! i... i fucking hate you!' the word has tears pricking your eyes. peter felt his entire heart shatter, he thinks you just told him the worst thing he's ever heard.

'i fucking loved you, peter. you were my everything. i loved you with everything in me, and it was all built on a giant lie. why would you do that to me?'

loved, loved, loved, loved.

peter goes numb, there's nothing to fight for, you didn't love him anymore. you push on his chest, he feels nothing, he moves with your motion. 'fucking say something!'

he blinks, he says the first thing on his mind. the only thing on his mind. 'i love you.' it enrages you even further, does he think it's a joke? 'fuck you, peter.' and with that, you turn to leave his room, his house, him.

peter might've messed up but he can't let you leave without trying to save this. he knows he fucked up. 'wait! don't leave yet, just let me explain it, okay? then you can go back to hating me.' the ending sentence felt like battery acid on his tongue.

you stand still. you’ve been hurt by him but you still love him no matter what you say, and that feels like a kick in the chest to yourself. if he can, you'll let him try and dig himself out of this hole.

'this, what we have, it's real. everything i did as your boyfriend was real. i love you with everything in me, you know i do.' you don't look like you believe it, it looks like you think he's just telling you what you want to hear.

'your dad...' peter doesn't know how he got here, he didn't expect it all to come out. 'look, i've always liked you, okay? you know that, we've talked about how when i first met you i was head over heels for you. your dad knew that too and he hated it. but then you were all sad about your friend so he suggested i just... befriend you.'

'suggested or told?' peter swallows hard, this is tricky even for him. 'i don't know. i just had the opportunity to talk to you and i took it. all your dad did was give me an in, that's it. everything else was all me, i promise.'

you sigh heavily, it sounds like something your dad would do. 'then why wouldn't you tell me this when we started dating?' peter gestures to you and all your fury. 'i didn't want this to happen. i didn't want you to doubt me. us. i didn't want you to doubt us.'

'so he told you to be my friend. nothing else?' peter winces, there's more to it and you're not sure if you want to hear it. 'okay, maybe he said to keep an eye out for you.' your face drops, peter's quick to keep talking. 'but i heard that as befriend! how could i keep you safe if we're not friends, right?'

it's not working, you seem more sad than mad now and peter prefers your anger. 'and when he saw how happy you were with me it changed and he gave me the go ahead to ask you out.' you'll bite your tongue on that one, you know it's because peter's a stickler for a father's blessing.

'when did he back out of the picture, peter?' the question un-eases him, and you have a feeling you know why. you pray it's not what you think, but it is.

'a couple months into dating.' peter jumps to continue, 'he never told me to date you, he just said it was a good thing and he was happy i was keeping you busy and making you happy. he gave me a little money for dates, but that's it, i swear.'

peter was taking money from him?

'so, while i was falling in love with you, my dad was paying you off? nice, peter. that's a real nice guy act.'

peter knows how it sounds, that's why he felt like he couldn't spit it out. the more time went on, the less he felt the need to share. 'that's not what it was, all he wanted was for me to be your friend, i promise. i'm the one that went a step further, i'm the one that wanted to be your boyfriend.'

you roll your eyes, how dumb does he think you are? 'of course you wanted to be my boyfriend, you were getting paid.' you couldn't be further from the truth, peter felt bad taking his money but it was to keep you happy and that's all he ever wanted to do.

he's failing pretty hard right now.

'no, that's not what it was. i was the one that planned everything, everything we built was because of me.'

'right. and he was just sponsoring it?'

peter's never fought harder for anything in his life. you were on the line. 'he pulled out when it started to get real. he said it was on me to take care of you and i did. i have been. i'm not lying, your dad might have put you into my life but every single part of me loving you was real and all me.'

you want to believe him. you want him to be telling the truth. and maybe if it all started because your dad wanted him to look out for you, you could look past it. but for him to double down and start taking money when you were calling him boyfriend makes you feel sick.

peter knows it's not working. 'baby, please-' you cut him off, 'don't you dare call me that, we're done. it's over. hope it was worth it.'

panic fills him, he suddenly feels hot. for a second peter sees black dots, he swears he's about to pass out. 'no, no, no. don't do this, don't do this to me.'

how did peter go from trying to salvage it to ruining it beyond repair?

your arms cross over your chest, it's a way to guard your hurting heart. it's not fair. you gave him so much of yourself just to learn it was all built on a lie, you can't choose between breaking out into a sob or wanting to punch his face.

'i really loved you, peter.'

'you still do. i know you do. you can't just stop loving me out of nowhere. i know i hurt you and i know i broke your trust but you can't stop loving me.'

you feel empty inside. peter was right, he hurt you. he hurt you big time. 'i'm going to try.' you can see how wet his eyes are, if he drops a single tear you'll go back on every word of yours. you have to leave and stand up for yourself because if you don't it'll be proof that he can treat you however he wants.

'please don't do this. i'll do anything, i'll... i'll...' he's drawing blanks, for the first time ever peter doesn't know how to fix anything. 'please don't leave me. i'll be better, i'll be who you need. i love you so much, please don't do this to me.' peter's grasping at straws and you feel your chest rattle when you tell him you're leaving.

peter drops to his knees, he's begging. 'i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry. i should've told you when we first started dating- no! i should've never done it, i should've told your dad to... to fuck off and, and, i'm so sorry! please don't break up with me, please.'

you've lost all edge, you feel just as broken.

'goodbye, peter.'

----

it's been three days of reckoning and you're in a terrible mood. the blame has shifted, after you dumped peter and returned home to your bed you thought long and hard about it and realized that peter would've never done it if your dad didn't get involved.

if your dad didn't drop peter in as an informant, you wouldn't be here. if your dad didn't tell peter to buddy up with you, he'd still be your boyfriend.

you don't hate peter anymore, you're just sad. instead, you hate your dad. you hate how he ruined everything you had and ruined all your trust in him. you've refused to speak to him for three days, this morning he had enough of it when you slammed your door in his face.

he promptly allowed himself in and looked around your disheveled room, he knows something's wrong. 'woah. easy on, teen angst. talk to your dad, what's going on?'

you pretend he's not in the room with you. 'is something wrong? do you want me to call your boyfriend?' of course he wants peter over, he wants him to spy on you so your dad can corner him and sweat him out until peter spills.

you know how peter is and your dad took advantage of that.

'i broke up with peter. leave me alone.' there's a ring of silence, your dad is in shock. it would explain the sudden excuses on why peter can't come over, it would also explain your sour attitude.

'why would you do that?' because of him. because your dad had to get involved in your love life. 'because of you. you planted him in my life and paid him off to date me. i hate you.'

'is that what he told you?'

you don't know why you're talking to him. 'basically.' your dad sighs and sits on the edge of your bed, you resist the burning urge to kick his back.

'is this about what i said the other day? honey, i didn't ask him to date you and i didn't pay him off. i paid him when he helped me redo the lab. he must've gotten confused on the reasoning.'

you think about it. the lab was renovated right around the time you started dating and was finished right around when you became official. and peter did the brunt of heavy lifting and furniture shifting. he even had to reschedule a date because he was going to stay up all night to wrap up all the cords and label them to keep track.

'and for what it's worth, the kid's always liked you. i saw it on his face the second you shook his hand and i told him absolutely not. but the more i thought about it the more i thought why not?'

you're not saying anything but you're holding on to every word he says. 'i got tired of you moping around the place because of that brat you called a friend so i suggested he keep an eye out for you and be a friend if you needed one. honey, i knew what i was doing. i knew what was going to happen.'

peter left a lot of this out. a lot.

'he said you told him it was his job to take care of me now.' your dad laughs. 'yeah, i did. when he came to me shaking and halfway begging to let him be your boyfriend, i told him that he would have to grow a pair and take care of you.'

your dad turns and gives you a light smile, he pats your leg over the blanket. 'i don't think any part of it was a lie, kiddo. i just gave him the greenlight to do what he wanted to do the second he met you.'

tears sting your eyes, you think about how crushed peter looked. you imagine the tear in his heart was far greater than yours. you heard something and made your own assumption and peter can't back himself to save his life so you walked away from it entirely.

you were so mean to him. you belittled him and did the worst possible thing you could do. you told him you hated him. you blink fast to clear your eyes, tears start falling instead. you've been so mad you haven't been able to process what you did but it's hitting now and you feel broken.

'i told him i hated him. i've never said that to him, he was so sad. i was so mean to him, dad. i was calling him names and...' your breath catches, you feel like your throat’s closing up. 'i think i broke his heart.'

you curl up, you want to be left alone, you want to punish yourself. instead your dad tells you to 'get your sorry ass up and go apologize to your boyfriend.' it's a very short pity party.

---

you rushed his front door. you felt like the longer you waited the closer your window closed. you stupidly blocked his number so now you're unaware if he's tried to reach out at all. you're knocking so hard your knuckles hurt.

'oh my good-' you push past may. it's incredibly rude and you'll have to add her to your apology train but the first and most important stop is peter.

'where's-'

peter steps out from his room, he looks at you cautiously and doesn't get halfway through your name before you're running to him and wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself against him. it's a full bodied hug.

'i'm so sorry and i love you. i love you so so much, i love everything about you. i love your voice in the morning, i love how you always give me an extra kiss at night to repel bed bug bites, i love how you never give me shit when i don't bring a jacket to the movies even though i'm gonna steal yours because i always get cold. i love how you always make me a bowl of cereal after we-'

'may.'

'-watch a movie. i love how you grew your hair out because i asked you. i love how you always ask to kiss me first. i love how you love me.' you squeeze him tighter.

'i told you i hated you and that couldn't be further from the truth. i love you so much and i was so mean to you and i just don't want you to think i hate you. i could never hate you, peter. i should've never said that, i can love you and be mad at you at the same time.'

peter quietly shushes you, it settles the bubble of anxiety in your chest. he's calming you down, he's doing what he always does when you're inches away from a panic attack. peter gently pulls at your hands around his neck to move them to his waist, it's instantly more comfortable, you're able to bury yourself into him.

'i don't want to be broken up anymore.' your voice cracks, you don't know what you'll do if he says no. you're spiraling, the consequences of your actions are falling into place. you're going to lose him.

peter pulls you back into reality. he always knows when you're too far gone, you can't imagine life without him anymore. 'calm down for a second, okay? i'm not going anywhere. i'm right here.' he turns his head back to his room, may's doing that thing where she pretends she doesn't see or hear what's going on but she's actually holding on to every word.

'wanna go lay down?' you nod fast and pull away to tug him into his own room, peter swears he sees a frown on his aunt's face. the second he shuts his door you start in on round two, you stop when he cups your face and softly shushes you again.

'please stop panicking.'

'i'll panic until you take me back. i should've never broken up with you, peter. i was yelling at my dad and then he told me what actually happened and we were both wrong and now you hate me.'

peter's eyes are shining, he's getting a little amusement from your distress and you allow it. it's the least you could give him after breaking him down into nothing.

'i told you to stop blocking me when you get mad at me.' you want to hit yourself in the face, you knew you missed out on something. 'never again, i promise. i can't do this again, peter. if i'm about to have a panic attack over something that's a non-issue i'll hate myself forever.'

'you really want to hate someone, don't you?' you seal your mouth closed. he's right, you've been saying it too much. even if he said it with a tilt in his voice you take it seriously.

'since someone is a little reactionary, i'll show you my phone.' peter paws at his back pocket before you have his phone in your hands, sure enough there's five missed messages.

the first one was an hour after you dumped him.

'upon further consideration, i reject our break up. you promised me that you'd never break up with me in the heat of an argument. not after the charity auction thing.'

'therefore, we are not broken up until you come over and do it at a later time.'

'love- your boyfriend <3'

'ps. even though you blocked me, i know you don't hate me.'

'you're just mad and you're soooo gonna regret that later.'

peter's right, you do regret it. your eyes are glossy when you reread the texts over and over, even at your worst he loves you. 'so, you're still my boyfriend?'

soft pokes are placed at your sides, you squirm with his touch. 'duh. i just stayed away until you figured it out.' you pout at him, your attack deemed unjustified.

'he wasn't paying you to take me on dates. he was paying you for renovating the lab. that's why the payments stopped after we started dating.'

peter never took money from your dad and your dad never employed peter. he nods slowly. 'oh, yeah, that would make a lot of sense.' you reach forward for another hug and speak into his chest.

'i'm sorry for being mean and trying to break up with you.'

'it's okay, baby.' you melt at a kiss on your hairline. 'you didn't mean it.'

'i promise i didn't.' you feel like a dog with a tail between their legs, there's not enough ways to say how sorry you are. 'i love you, petey.'

another kiss. 'i love you, too.'

he feels so warm, he feels like home. for the first time in three days you feel comfortable, you press into your boyfriend and he doesn't budge. you love how sturdy he is, you love how you can nearly hurt him with your love.

you squeeze him hard, using all your force and almost shaking you're holding him to you so tightly. when you start limiting his breathing, peter pushes down on your elbows.

'you're about to cuteness aggression me to death.'

'i love you.' you can't say it enough.

peter laughs, 'i love you.'

'no,' you peer up at him, it's been days since you kissed him. 'i really love you.' it's whispered, peter's lips twitch at your blown pupils. you almost purr when he cups your face. 'i know you do.'

peter knows that look. he's the one that created it. 'do you want me to-'

'yes.' you waste no time, pushing up and attacking his mouth with your own. you don't know why it's so harsh, you don't know why you're desperate to swallow him and show him how much you missed him, how much you need him. you want to prove how sorry you are.

'lock your door.' peter's eyes sparkle, that means one thing. he takes off so fast his socks slip on his floor and he catches himself on the wall, his lock flicked in seconds.

peter tugs at the back of his shirt, 'naked kisses?' you bite your lip and nod, 'i could go for a bowl of cereal.'

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #peter parker mcu #my writing

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thatdeadaquarius · 2 months ago

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How was been your 2025 everything alright?ur still alive?

Thanks for asking!! <333

Sorry abt the radio silence on and off again guys, its the same old story tbh, life stuff like fulltime job, just moved again (30 min away but still woof), etc

I havent stopped thinking abt you guys for a minute i stg lol - i keep wanting to come back and post and whatnot, but the fics i promised (and am still in the trenches fighting to finish) have rlly been the big bog down of this blog for me

So i felt like anytime i had to write, i would try to spend writing the fic(s) but that meant no asks getting answered or posted 🫠💔

Ill instead take the pressure off myself to get those done, and simply chip away at it as i please, and focus on asks instead

I think the next big step ive been thinking about for a few months now and decided to go ahead with is clearing my inbox out some!

Ive got rlly old asks that either feel embarassing to answer so late,, or are out of context by now :/, and i definitely think tumblr ate some whole,, so for the new years sake and in order get myself to revive my sagau content blog again, ill be posting only some asks i feel i have good drafts for, despite it being forever ago, but otherwise ill be ready for asks again! 🥹🫶

I hope thats okay and Im geuninely so sorry for anyone who still remembers sending an ask and not getting a response back /gen :( 💔

Im very excited to come back and hope you guys arent too annoyed at me for being gone and doing this :( /gen

I encourage you if you ever sent me an ask i didnt answer to please send me something again!! Id love to hear from you guys and what youve been thinking about Genshin Sagau (x reader or not) wise for the past year (and a half?? Ooofff idekkk atppp💀)

I appreciate anyone bothering to check in, and hope to a more active (and hopefully more peaceful for me) 2025 for however much is left

☆

Oh, and abt genshin!! I havent rlly liked the direction they went what with colorism/racism in Sumeru, and Fontaine was better, but then Natlan has gotta be a low point in the story/game overall for me, and to that end, i havent rlly played it, ive just gotten to finishing up Fontaine,

So for now NO Natlan characters please!

^^ /nm /neutral ^^

I have NO idea what their personalities are, and im still trying to get over my dislike of certain character designs (cough🐮cough) and still trying to fathom Natlans story at all rlly,

Heres to hoping theyll improve with Sneznaya, bc weve been waiting too long on that for it to be a screw up ngl

Of course, if you like one of Natlans characters, or whatever else abt it, ur welcome to talk abt it in my inbox, I just mean I wont be writing abt them just yet, and yes i intend to eventually!

(im sure its established via fandom, but ill be making some interpretations when i do write them, if u dont know what i mean, just look at my non-white deffo POC Alhaitham and Tighnari I drew and referenced in the past, Natlan will be getting the same, more tasteful makeover, most likely from what I take in from others headcanons, bc i am unfortunately an Underqualified White Person when it comes to that)

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Also, my ao3 works are now locked down, due to recent AI scrapping, both personally thats been done to one of my works by a rando guest, and that general sweep that happened to ao3 recently.

I believe 4, maybe 5 out of my 6 works were taken.

They are still readable, but you have to be a registered user first, and I think I will be continuing that for my future works, as unfortunate as it is, because i generally like my writing to be accessible. But these idiots are making Ai wanna write stories instead of solve our math problems or clean our streets or something more useful, so here we are.

Really wish I could do something similar for tumblr, but i guess we cant have an ethical peaceful society everywhere...

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Whew, if you stuck around this long to read all my shit, I love you deeply and ur a real one

Thank you to anyone whos checked in, still revisited my old posts (despite the cringe and mistakes ive made along the way), and the general support ive still seen from Sagau community!!

It means everything to me that I still felt welcomed back despite going on and off so much, i felt very guilty about for literal months, so thank you all for this!!

Hope your having a great weekend, day/night, or whatever time of day it is for you,

Safe Travels,

💀♒️

#genshin sagau #genshin isekai #sagau #genshin imagines #aqua chats #i hope u can forgive me if anyone is still paying attn to my dead blog #unintentional pun #wishing yall the best and trying to make this less pressuring and more fun like it used to be #by no means does this mean i wont be yapping about language barrier aus and eldritch and whatever tf else i made up lol #and big thank you to dragon for all the support and dealing with my late replies in dms for the last year #it really meant the world to me someone still wanted to hear from me #even if it wasnt a blog post :') ur the best Dragon #and i will send you the second chapter eventually even if you dont make art for it idc u deserve to see it first #<3

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