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stitched-mouth-vs-the-world · 7 months

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Making Porn With The Number One Pro Hero

Pairing: Toshinori Yagi (All Might/Skinny Might) x Fem! Pro-Hero! Reader.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Jealous sex (?), Mirror sex, Oral sex (fem receiving), Secret ((established)) relationship, Recording sex (so y'all make porn), Minor hair pulling, Semi-public sex, Intercourse (P in V), Daddy Kink, you two are almost caught in the act, mention of you two previously being caught in the act, I finally used a condom!! (I usually write about creampies but this time I didn't), Some bitch tries to touch our All Might but fails, We accidentally punch her in the face, Toshi is pussy whipped.

Summary: You have a sex dream about your boyfriend which leads to a fantasy, All Might wants to achieve that fantasy with you after you punch another All Might slut in the face. The fantasy doesn't TOTALLY go to planned.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 2.

Writing Time: 7 hours (with no breaks, longest amount of time I've ever spent on a fic).

Word Count: 3,308.

A/N:

Day 2 of Kinktober! Enjoy!

The introduction is ridiculously fucking long, idk why but skip to the first —-//— if you're like me and only interested in the sex. I hate the beginning part anyway and it's very obvious my writing has suffered from my hiatus, but oh well. It will get better.Technically you get railed by Skinny All Might in his Silver Age suit, hope that's ok.I have to give this thing a part 2 at some point, this is way too hot and I'm so proud of it.

I kept writing then deleting then rewriting this shit (which is why it took 7 hours) so y'all better let me know if you like it :)

Here is the masterlist for all my Kinktober 2023 works.

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Being in an secret relationship with the Number 1 Hero was difficult to say the least.

Having to sneak around everyone was fun and slightly erotic at first, but slowly became annoying and a bit painful at times.

You had recently told Toshinori about a sexy fantasy you had of him. To have him fuck you in his dressing room right before an interview, ideally from behind in front of a mirror whilst you record, you two had made porn before (for only you two's eyes, no one else's!!) so recording sex wasn't new to you guys.

Toshinori had giggled like a little schoolboy and covered his growing erection when you told him about your little fantasy, and said it sounded very hot. But after you kissed him and gave him a handy right then and there, he calmed down a bit and explained to you how unlikely it was to happen, he feared someone would walk in and catch you both (one person had before) and possibly tell someone.

Sadly your lover had made it clear countless times before he didn't want a public relationship for the sake of protecting you and others. You understood completely and was happy Toshinori valued protecting you over everything, but that didn't mean you didn't long to hold his hand in public.

Very few knew about you two; Young Midoriya, David Shield, Sir Nighteye (RIP) and Aizawa (Aizawa finding out was an accident, he had caught you two in a compromising position in Toshinori's classroom after school hours). But you both was content with those who knew about you two, you trusted all of them, and didn't plan on adding anyone else to the list.

Early on into your pro-hero career, you were introduced to one journalist and news reporter who you honestly couldn't remember the name of. She was young and very attractive, no doubt becoming the face of her news station because of her pretty face and impressive figure. She was well known to interview pro heroes and flirt with them, and unsurprisingly lot of them would flirt back.

She had interviewed All Might a few times and like usual she would flirt a lot. He'd see straight through her and politely respond in a professional way, so you had no problems with her because you trusted your boyfriend to shut down her advances. She wouldn't be the first girl to throw themselves at the Number 1 Hero and definitely wouldn't be the last, so you were used to seeing Toshinori be placed in uncomfortable situations which made you feel bad for him but due to your relationship being a secret you didn't feel like it was your place to cut in. But Toshinori always handled it well.

One interview you didn't see coming though.

It was a standard scheduled interview on set of a news station, like Good Morning America or something. Several pro heroes were in to be interviewed, including both you and All Might. With All Might becoming weaker and weaker by the day and unable to hold his form for long periods of time, this was his last scheduled interview. And you were so happy you could be there with him.

You were lucky enough to be able to be interviewed with your boyfriend.

"So, Mr All Might, I'd love to go over some of your best fights of your career..." The news anchor smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.

"Of course! I'd love to!" All Might grinned.

For the millionth time? Really? You rolled your eyes.

"BUT before we do that, I'd like to talk about your more personal life first..." She grinned back, moving closer to him on the long couch you were all sharing.

You moved uncomfortably in your seat and looked around, not really knowing what to do with yourself.

"Ok, sadly I can't promise I can all questions about my personal life but you can absolutely ask." All Might smiled.

"Great! So... you have had quite a long career as a pro hero who is very much so in the public eye, I imagine forming and keeping relationships in your personal life can be difficult?" She asked.

All Might moved his head to both sides as if he agreed and disagreed with her assumption, "Well it's definitely not easy forming them, but keeping the ones I have been lucky enough to form is easy. I'm very lucky to be surrounded by friends and family who I know care about me both as All Might and Toshinori."

The reporter nodded, "Right. As you mentioned family, are you planning on starting a family?"

You raised an eyebrow, feeling although the question was a bit strange.

All Might laughed, his laugh boomed loudly in your poor ears, "HA HA! Oh no Dear, I don't so. I am an old man now, I unfortunately missed the opportunity for a family years ago."

You and Toshinori had only briefly discussed children, you desperately wanting a child later on in your career and Toshinori feel although being Number 1 Hero made having kids not an option and that by the time he retired he was too old. It wasn't really a conversation you two had managed to find a conclusion to, so you were a little annoyed All Might was talking as if it had been decided.

"Well a lot of young ladies like older men, Sir. I know I sure do. And a lot of young ladies would be more than willing to bear The All Might's children." The reporter giggled and moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

She had never actually touched him before.

All Might chuckled uncomfortably and carefully leaned back to make her hand fall off him, but her hand stayed put. Without really thinking, you leaned over and picked up the foreign hand on your boyfriend's shoulder, and threw it back into the reporter's face. She almost punched herself in the face with her own hand.

You gasped and stood up, "Oh I'm sorry!"

You really didn't mean to do that. You were only trying to get her hands off your man. You hadn't meant you almost punch her.

She quickly fixed her hair and glasses and glared at you for only a split second, before laughing nervously and looking into the camera in front of all of you, "Oh Dear! No worries! We can edit that out, this isn't live."

The cameraman nodded at her and three of you continued your now incredibly awkward interview. All Might breathed a small sigh and grabbed your hand, you couldn't tell what the sigh was for.

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Backstage you were sat at your vanity table with your head down on the desk, sighing sadly. You felt so embarrassed, you should of just left Toshinori handle her unnecessary touching. The interview went terribly after that and the reporter remained cold to you until the end.

You were also concerned about people questioning your actions, why were you so concerned about some girl touching All Might? It was such a obvious sign of jealously. Oh Well... at least she didn't touch him again.

A small knock was pressed against your dressing room door and without a response it was opened, "Darling?"

All Might.

He stepped into your room and closer the door behind him as you turned to face him. He immediately deflated in front of you, leaving his skinny scrawny figure in place.

"Hi Love." You sighed and walked over to him.

He quickly wrapped his long arms around you, pulled you close and began kissing your neck.

You blinked in shock, "Toshi?"

"Oh my Love. I never thought I'd ever see you jealous." He whispered against you before biting down on you skin.

You moaned in delight, "S-So you're not mad?"

"Why would I ever be mad Princess?" He laughed a bit, in his Skinny form his laugh sounded so good and didn't burst your eardrum.

Toshinori carefully walked you back over to your vanity table and placed you down in your vanity chair and stared down at you. You looked up at your lover with nothing but love and lust and crossing your legs, feeling yourself get hot down there.

With you sitting down and him standing in front of you, you could see the massive bulge in his pants. Whilst shamelessly staring at his covered dick, you hiked up your legs and pulled everything covering your lower half off and happily showed your lover your wet pussy. You felt no shame (he had seen it all before anyway), only the desire to be fucked. Finally, your filthy fantasy was coming true.

"Oh my Love..." Toshinori sighed again at the completely lewd sight of you and dropped to his knees.

He grabbed your thighs in his massive hands and gave your pussy a sweet kitten lick. You threw your head back and moaned again. He started kissing and licking you slowly before sucking.

God, his tongue felt good. You were going to lose yourself to it.

"Oh baby I want you so much..." Toshinori whispered in between eating you out, whilst pulling you closer and closer to his hungry mouth, scaring you for a brief second into thinking you'd fall out of the chair.

It was dangerous but Toshi wouldn't let you fall, ever.

You pulled his head up from your heat and he whined, "Toshi... I'm so empty now...you need to just fuck me..."

Your lewd expression and hushed tone only made him strain against his suit. Without thinking much, Toshinori stood up and ripped a hole into the crotch area of his Silver Age suit.

You gasped, "Toshi! Your suit!"

"This suit can be fixed, Dear. But later I'll need you to go to my dressing room and bring back something to wear when we're done." He smiled softly while pulling you up and out of the chair.

Toshinori picked up the chair by the armrests and placed it against the door, locking you both in. He turned back to you and smiled again.

You smiled back before turning against and bending over against the vanity table, giving your lover another nice view of your ass and pussycat. You watched him in the mirror grin at your behind and give you a nice loving smack. You bit your lip from the harsh contact and moved your legs further apart for him.

"Fuck..." Toshinori whispered, he was incredibly turned on by the sight of you bent over showing him everything you had to offer.

He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a Trojan, ripping the wrapper off with his teeth and pulling it down his proud length. You could tell by his fast movements, he was just as eager to get inside of you as you was.

Toshinori then rubbed your aching entrance with his great throbbing cock. You whined for him to just put it in and he was happy to appease you.

Toshinori always started with slow gentle strokes only with the tip but that wasn't good enough for you now, he had already worked you up from eating you out just a few seconds earlier and the idea of your fantasy had you too desperate now. So you whined again and tried to fuck yourself on his cock at the pace you need. Toshinori caught on pretty quickly and grabbed your hips and pulled you fully around him.

Both of you groaned from the sudden action. Toshinori began moving again, this time fast and rough. You managed to pick up your phone that you had left on the table, turn on the camera, point it at the mirror in front of you and hit record.

The sight was beyond erotic. The Number 1 Hero drilling his secret lover from behind in dressing room on set of a news station. God, it made you so wet. The grin on your face with your moans made it evident.

Because of the mirror, both of you were able to see each other's faces. Toshinori's brow full of sweat and mouth covered in your cum and his own salvia was godly. Not to mention his look of determination as he continued pounding you brought you closer and closer to edge.

"All Might!" You cried, not really hearing yourself over the sound of his balls slapping your cheeks.

But he heard you (and possibly some others in the building) and he groaned in your ear, "Princess! Oh my good little girl!"

Fuck!

He knew calling you 'little girl' made you crazy.

"Oh All Might please!" You begged.

You knew you sounded like a bad pornstar, but you didn't care. You knew Toshi loved it and was about to give into your begging.

But before he could, the worst thing you could imagine happened next. A loud knock on the door.

"Miss?"

Both you and Toshinori froze and stared at each other in the mirror in fear and shook.

"Y-Yes?!" You answered.

"Miss, your driver is here waiting for you. They are outside." It was likely one of the crew members of the station. They turned the door handle, shooting fear through you so bad you could scream, but it didn't open.

The chair Toshinori had put against the door temporarily saved you two. Realising this, he slowly began moving inside of you again. You moaned softly at the feeling and quickly covered your mouth with your free hand (hand not holding up your phone that was still recording).

The crew member must of wondered why the door wasn't opening, considering none of the dressing room doors had locks on them for safety reasons, but didn't ask why or for you to open the door and instead just let go of the handle.

"Oh o-okay...t-thank you. Out in a miiintue!" You quickly choked out.

"Great. Do you happen to know where Mr. All Might is? His car arrived first but he isn't in his dressing room."

"Nooo!" You whined.

You could see the see the evil smile on your boyfriend's face in the mirror. No question, you were going to (try to) kick his ass after this.

"Ok, no worries. Thank you for coming Miss!"

Footsteps were heard leaving the door, presumably to go find your man. Toshinori laughed slightly and pulled your head back by your hair and started moving at the same fast pace he was before.

You groaned at the small pain and glared up at your soulmate, "You like torturing me, asshole?"

"Maybe a little." He smiled.

"Oh please just make me cum, Toshinori." You sighed, giving him your best doe eyed desperate-for-sex expression.

Your lover was more than happy to fulfil your request. This was definitely by far would be the best sex tape you two ever made.

—///—

Later on the two of you were getting ready for better, you had finally finished your night skin care routine and was headed back to you and Toshinori's shared bedroom. He was still up reading a book in bed like usual, he looked and smiled when you walked into the room.

"Toshi," You began as you got comfortable in the bed, "What changed your mind today?"

"About what, Love?" He asked and put his book away to pull you closer to him.

"When I told you about my sex dream, you said it wouldn't happen." You pouted at him.

Toshinori's cheeks darkened, "Well, you got me all hot and bothered during the interview."

"How?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I like to see you handle touchy women for me." Toshinori smiled shyly now.

"Oh really?" You giggled, "You like having a jealous girlfriend?"

"A bit, yes." He admitted.

"Aw... maybe I should set them straight more often." You grinned and kissed his neck.

Toshinori shivered, both from the idea and the attention you was suddenly showing his neck, "Yes please...good girl."

You felt your heat burn at his words as well as his erection grow under the duvet and you eagerly wanted to head down under the duvet. But you both still had something to say.

"I'm sorry love, I was just a little scared about people finding out about us, and being intimate outside our home has got us caught before...and I feel like we already take a big risk with recording our moments together." Toshinori sighed.

"So you don't want to record anymore?" You looked heartbroken.

"Oh no, Princess! Of course not!" He pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist (you could feel his lover's boner, which you wonder if he forgot about), "I love have something to remind myself of our best moments."

"We don't have to record anymore if you're worried it could get out." You replied, still looking sad.

"Honey, that's not what I was saying.." Toshinori kissed your head, "I love you and I love how excited you get by the camera. And I love watching our little videos."

You looked up at him, "I love you Toshi. And I just want you to be comfortable."

"I am comfortable, I'm always comfortable when I'm alone with you." Toshinori smiled.

You turned to look at him and kissed one of his sunken cheeks, "Ok... so if I keep your female fans in line... what will you do for me?"

"What do you want love?" Toshinori asked.

"I want a reward, All Might." You grinned and slowly stroked your lover's excited friend.

He shivered again. Mustering up all his strength, Toshinori transformed into All Might. His erection underneath you went from poking you ass to almost straight up penetrating you. A loud moan came from your throat, the ending of it was muffled from All Might gently pushing you off his lap and all the way down till you were face down onto the end of the bed and ass up.

The muscular blonde Silver Fox gently rubbed your ass with one hand whilst the other fought off this sweat pants (that did absolutely nothing to hide his lower reigns). Once his pants were off and his length was fully exposed, All Might picked up his phone from his nightstand, pointed the camera down at you and hit record.

"Little Princess... do you think my cock at full size is a good enough reward for being such a good girl for me?"

The camera got a very lovely shot of your wetness soaking through your sweatpants just from his words. You felt your cunt clench around nothing and you looked back at your lover.

"Yes please Daddy."

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planet-dusk · 10 months

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Umm... so this is a little emberrassing and I sincerly apologize if I made you uncomfortable but I was wondering how do you think skz will react to their s/o having a noncon kink? Or at least who is most to least likely be into that if their s/o was into that? Whichever you prefer. Ngl even though it is anonymous it's still baffles me that I am actually writing this because there are only three people who I told about this kink of mine and I still have this fear that they are judging me for it and I also kinda judge myself for it... soooo feel free to delete this ask.

hey bean,, i have a lot of cnc, dubcon and noncon works on my blog and this is not an uncommon kink to have even if it may not feel like it. you're not alone :)) the following are all cnc (consensual non-consent) scenarios:

i think leeknow and seungmin would be into cnc roleplay. they'd like to act out carefully crafted scenarios where you pretend to struggle, growing harder the more you cry. smudged makeup, making you choke on their cocks, degrading you for how wet you get when they're forcing themselves on you like this..... and of course they'd be amazing at the softest aftercare, too <33

chan would be into primal play: getting to turn off his busy brain for a moment and chase you around the house (or maybe even somewhere outside),, the taste of adrenaline almost palpable when he finally pins you down and fucks you full of his cum in a frenzy of teeth and growls 😵‍💫 i can also see him being into forced breeding,, where you pretend you're not on birth control and he fills you up over and over again to make sure it takes despite you begging him to pull out <33

han would be into somno. nothing would turn him on more than you taking what you want from him when he's asleep, be it sinking down on his cock or slipping two fingers past his tight rim to loosen him up for your strap. he'd love waking up in a mess of cum and spit 🤭 or being nearly asphyxiated, waking up gasping with your dripping pussy on his face ready for him to bury his tongue into :))

hyunjin would like it when you ignore his safeword and push him past the edge of overstimulation and beyond. of course he has a real safeword, but it's fun to pretend you don't care about his pleasure: forcing orgasm after orgasm out of his spent cock until he cums dry and the only thing he has left to spill is the endless stream of tears rolling down his temples ;(( the same goes for jeongin, but where hyunjin prefers to be on the receiving end, it's the younger man who enjoys watching you cry on his cock when he tells you this is what you wanted all along <33

felix doesn't want to admit it but he likes it when you whisper dirty things in his ear right before you leave together for a party. tell him everything you want him to do to you when you get back home and you're a little too out of it, letting him use your body as he pleases. he's always careful with you but he can't help his shaky hands when he gets to fuck your ass until you pass out :))

i think changbin would prefer a partner who's as enthusiastically into sex as he is, but i can see him enjoying a free use dynamic where he gets to use you anytime he wants <33 he's always so needy,, ready to go and bend you over any surface or have you sit under his desk to toy with his cock. anything will do as long as he gets to feel you one way or another <33

#answered #anonymous #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #skz hard hours #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #tw: cnc #;skz mtl

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bellaxgiornata · 5 months

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Under the Stars

Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Frank finally convinces you to join him on a camping trip and he intends to make sure that you fully enjoy it.

Warnings/Tags: 18+; smut, oral (fem receiving)

a/n: I've finally finished this little smutty fic for Frank! I needed to just finally let it go and share it because I've been writing this piece for far too long. Hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

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Resting comfortably along Frank’s chest with your head burrowed just beneath his chin, you rose and fell in sync with each of his slow, rhythmic exhales. Your eyes remained fixed on the night sky above as you listened to the sound of Frank's even heartbeat in your ear that was pressed against his chest. The sound only further relaxed you in his embrace, your own arms tightening their hold around him.

The pair of you had set up camp at this campsite earlier today, though truthfully it had been Frank doing most of the work setting everything up. You had spent the afternoon enjoying the view of him bent in half, admiring his ass in his jeans as he put the tent together. You had attempted to help him, but mainly you'd stayed out of his way so you wouldn't mess everything up.

Now it had grown late as a smattering of stars dotted the black sky above. As you lay cuddled against his side, you could feel the day's exhaustion finally hitting you. The hike you'd both taken earlier had worn you out even if it had been enjoyable spending all that time alone with him.

This camping trip was the first one you’d ever let Frank talk you into joining him on, even if he’d mentioned bringing you along with him plenty of times before. But now, lying beneath the stars with only the sound of the crickets chirping as you cuddled up beside him, you could see what he meant by it being peaceful. It was just the two of you out here surrounded by nature with no other distractions. Nothing but uninterrupted time together.

It was perfect.

Frank’s fingers continued to gently trace a pattern along your shoulder, just over the fabric of the shirt you were wearing. He’d been absently doing that since you'd both laid down among the grass a bit ago and you couldn't help but to focus on the steady loops his fingers continued to draw along you. Smiling in contentment at the repetitive gesture, you sighed audibly as you slid your leg over Frank’s thick, solid one beside you, relaxing further against him.

“Okay, you’re right,” you admitted, breaking the silence. “I could get used to this. It is very relaxing being out here all by ourselves, just surrounded by all the pretty scenery.” Poking your finger into his chest, you added, “Though I’m still not so sure about that coffee maker you brought. I can’t see how it’ll make good coffee in the morning.”

Frank chuckled warmly, the sound a sweet, rumbling vibration against your ear still pressed to his chest. Your smile only grew wider in return, your hand flattening along him and affectionately running back and forth over the expanse of his broad chest. You could feel the muscles beneath his black tee-shirt, each and every defined, hard bit of them under your palm.

“It’s just coffee, honey,” he replied in his deep voice, shifting his head so he could look down at you. “It doesn’t need to be any of that fancy shit to get the job done.”

Turning your head, you glanced up at him, taking in the teasing smile just barely present on his lips. Even in the dim moonlight from above he looked exceptionally handsome as he gazed fondly back down at you, his warm, brown eyes full of affection.

“And that,” you said, tone teasing, “is where we differ, Frank.”

“Well either way,” he replied, his hand sliding down your shoulder until it landed on the swell of your hip, easily drawing you all the way up on top of himself next, “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. Though I think I could make this even more enjoyable for you, sweetheart.”

" Frank ," you whisper-yelled, your eyes darting around the pair of you as you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders. "We can't do that here!"

Frank laughed beneath you, both of his hands gliding over your hips before they landed on your ass, gripping it firmly in his palms. He grinned up at your surprised face before you felt one of his large hands lightly tap your ass. You couldn't fight back the giggle that slipped out of you–you loved this playful side of Frank.

"No one here but us, sweetheart," he pointed out. "We can do whatever we want. Next campsite is far enough away that it doesn't matter. No one'll see us."

He bit his lip, a sly smirk sliding its way across his face before he ground his hips upwards into you. You sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of his already hardening cock, eyes widening at the unexpected gesture.

"Though I s’pose they might hear you," he teasingly rumbled out.

Heat burned low in you at his words, your hands tightening along his shoulders, fingers digging into him. Frank’s tongue slipped out between his lips, your eyes watching as it slid along his bottom lip while he cocked a brow at you.

"What d'ya say, honey?" he asked. "Want to enjoy this camping trip even more?"

His large palms began kneading your ass over your jeans, taking their time as they moved in sync with each other. Your eyelids fluttered as your hips involuntarily ground back against him, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Frank damn well knew how to work you up.

"What'd you–" you paused, gasping when Frank slowly ground himself up into you again with that cocky grin on his mouth. Blinking rapidly, you tried to finish your sentence instead of focusing on the wet heat growing between your thighs. "What'd you have in mind?" you breathed out.

Before you knew what was happening, Frank had rolled you onto your back, one of his hands carefully cradling the back of your head as he did. He’d climbed atop you just as fluidly, straddling you beneath him with a mischievous look on his face as he gazed down at you, the moonlight softly washing over his features.

"Oh I know somethin' you’d like, honey," he replied cheekily.

Leaning down, Frank closed the space between you both before pressing his warm lips to yours in a delicate, slow kiss. Your hands roughly tightened their grip on his shoulders, your nails digging into them as you eagerly responded to his mouth. Tugging at him desperately, you attempted to draw him further flush to the front of yourself, your mouth moving hungrily against his as you quickly found yourself growing wetter from anticipation–it had been a few days since you'd last seen each other and had a chance to have sex. But despite that, Frank only continued his leisurely pace, sensually sucking your bottom lip into his mouth as you whimpered beneath him, your hips involuntarily bucking upwards against him.

Frank's solid thighs easily held you in place beneath him as he continued to straddle you, making the impatient squirming of your hips useless. His tongue danced along your lip in his mouth as your nails clawed helplessly at his thick, broad shoulders in return. Soft, desperate whines slipped out of you at the attention his tongue was paying you, but you were too far gone to be embarrassed about the pathetic noises you were making. You just wanted him already.

The sound of a zipper undoing soon met your ears over the silence of the night, though it took you a moment to realize that Frank had unzipped your jeans with one hand. Seconds later you felt him slip his warm hand inside the denim. You loosed a pleased moan when the pads of his fingers slid over your underwear, your eyes instantly snapping shut when he brushed over your covered clit.

Finally releasing your lip from between both of his, you heard him chuckle lightly. Your eyes flew back open at the sound only to be met with the sight of a pleased Frank grinning down at you. He began rubbing his fingers along your covered mound in a delicious, slow drag back and forth, his eyes focused along your face as it twisted in pleasure at his touch. With the sight of him above you swathed in the moonlight as his fingers continued to tease you over your underwear, another moan managed to tumble out of your lips. Frank seized the opportunity, abruptly leaning forward and pressing his mouth back to yours before swallowing the sound of pleasure down as his tongue pushed its way inside your mouth.

Lying along the grass, you began desperately grinding your hips upwards into Frank’s hand, your fingers curling around his shirt in sheer desperation. Soft whines and loud, panting gasps began to fall out of you as his fingers increased their pace against you, your mouth moving fervently back against Frank’s in a silent plea for more. You could feel your arousal further dampening your underwear with the way he was touching you, your body aching for more of him now.

Unexpectedly, Frank broke away from your mouth and you grunted an irritated noise of protest. Your head rose up from the grass, your lips chasing after his mouth with hunger in your eyes, but he only offered you a soft peck in return. With a frustrated groan your nails slid further down to claw at Frank’s back, your hips grinding harder against his fingers as you squirmed helplessly beneath him.

“ Frank ,” you groaned.

"So wet already for me, honey," he purred back at you. "Y'know how much I love it when you get like this."

You whined, your head falling back in the grass as you huffed out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t tease, Frank,” you begged. “That’s not nice.”

He shook his head at you, amusement shining in his eyes. “Not teasin’, sweetheart,” he assured you. “Just takin’ my time. Promised I’d help you enjoy this trip even more, didn’t I?”

His hand gradually began to continue its delicious movements, gliding back and forth over your damp underwear. As he did, his other hand grabbed the hem of your shirt before pushing it all the way up and over your breasts. When it was finally out of his way, he grabbed onto the edge of your bra before sharply yanking it down and releasing your right breast to the slight chill of the evening. A faint surprised gasp slipped out of you as the cold danced along your newly exposed skin, goosebumps raising across your bare stomach.

Frank’s attention focused downwards, a satisfied smile gradually drawing itself across his lips. He began to gently pull at your stiffening nipple, tugging it between his calloused thumb and index finger. The sensation sent a burst of pleasure through you, your hips yet again squirming beneath his other hand's tantalizing movements. You wanted his fingers or his mouth or his cock on you or in you and you wanted it now .

"Frank, come on," you panted out, writhing beneath him. "Please, baby. Stop–stop teasing me."

“Relax,” Frank murmured, still grinning back at you. “I’ll get you there, sweetheart. No need to be in such a hurry. Just gonna take my time with you.”

For another moment, his calloused fingers gently toyed with your nipple, alternating between lightly tugging at the hardened peak and gently but firmly pinching it between his fingers. When you were biting your lip between desperate whines of ‘please, Frank’ he finally lowered his head towards your chest, his fingers releasing your nipple after a final, teasing pinch. Cupping your breast in his large hand, he gradually drew his lips towards you, but the moment his hot breath grazed over your cold skin, a shudder raced through you, your nipple further stiffening.

His warm, wet lips soon wrapped themselves gently around the sensitive peak just before he tenderly sucked it entirely into his mouth. You moaned at the contrast of the heat of his mouth to that of the light chill of the night as your back arched up from the grass towards him. As the tip of his tongue lightly circled your nipple, you felt his other hand glide up towards the top of your underwear before his fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric. Your eyes pinched shut in response, your right hand flying up from his back and tangling in his dark hair as you expelled a breathy sigh.

Frank rumbled out a deep moan against your breast as two of his fingers gathered the slick between your folds, clearly pleased with how wet you'd become from his teasing. At the sound, your left hand fisted the fabric of his shirt, desperately grabbing at him as waves of pleasure coursed through you. Your eyes squeezed tighter shut when both of his fingertips gently eased their way inside of you.

" Frank ," you breathed out.

Frank's teeth gently bit down onto your nipple at the sound of his name and you sucked in a sharp breath as white danced across your closed lids. Your fingers tightened in his hair at the pleasant sting that shot through you while his fingers gradually sank all the way inside of you.

“Feels so–so good,” you whispered out. “Please don't stop.”

He released your nipple from between his lips with a soft, wet pop . Eyes fluttering open, you saw him gazing up at you as his face hovered above your chest. A self-satisfied smile sluggishly spread itself across his face, his lips glistening with his own saliva. Without warning, his fingers slid out before he thrust them fully inside of you. Your head rolled back along the grass, a moan flying out of you immediately.

“That's my girl,” he praised softly. “So good for me. Lettin’ me take care of you like this.”

You bit your lip, your eyes focused on the stars shining above in the dark. Frank's thick fingers continued to pump in and out of you as you felt his other hand slip your left breast from the confines of your bra. A gasp fell out of you as his fingers began to tease your other nipple.

“You like that, d'ya?” he purred.

You nodded your head frantically along the grass in response. “Mhmm,” you hummed out. “Yes.”

“But you want more, don't ya, sweetheart?” he asked.

Your eyes snapped shut again when you felt his fingers hit deep inside of you, curling perfectly to hit the right spot. Stars danced across the back of your eyelids, as many as there were along the night sky as yet again you moaned out. Everything he was doing felt amazing.

“Yes,” you panted out, answering his question. “Need you, Frank. Please.”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he assured you.

Bottom lip rolling further back between your teeth, you felt his lips encircle your left nipple. His fingers continued their avid movements inside of you as he continued their pace, pumping them into you over and over. Every few thrusts his fingers would hit the right spot before both of them curled until you were a writhing and moaning mess along the grass beneath him.

It wasn't long before you felt that coiling pleasure tightening deep in your gut. Your breath was coming in fast and hard by the time he finally released your nipple from his mouth. Though he promptly began to place lingering, open-mouthed kisses in a delicious trail that gradually moved down towards your stomach, the sensation causing your toes to curl in your shoes. The closer his mouth neared your aching clit, the more breathless you felt yourself becoming.

When he finally reached the place you needed him most, his fingers slowed their pace inside of you. Frank's plush lips lightly kissed the sensitive bundle of nerves and your hips jerked up towards his mouth at the faint touch. Raising your head from the grass, you glanced down at the sight of him between your thighs as his fingers briefly slipped out of you, both of his hands working to pull your jeans and underwear halfway down your legs and out of his way. As if he could feel your eyes on him, his head tilted upwards just enough that he could look at you beneath his lashes. The little smirk that crossed his lips had your cunt tightening involuntarily around nothing, a slight whine leaving you at the loss of his fingers.

“Gonna take care of you, honey,” he promised. “I got you.”

You hissed out a sharp breath between your teeth, your head falling back along the grass beneath you as he eased his fingers back inside of you. Seconds later you felt his hot breath blow across your clit and your hands flew out to your sides, gripping tight to the blades of grass next to you as your breath came in even shallower.

“Thatta girl,” Frank praised gently.

His lips wrapped around your clit as his left hand grabbed onto your hip, pressing you down into the grass and holding you steady the moment you began squirming beneath him. He was switching between sucking your clit into his mouth and lapping sensually at it until your eyes were rolling back behind closed lids, your breath entirely catching in your throat. Your hips were frantically trying to fight his firm hold to keep you still, bucking up against his face. His hand only tightened on your hip as he moaned against your cunt, burying himself even further between your thighs as his nose pressed hard into your pubic bone.

Between the wet sounds mingling with Frank’s own deep and muffled moans vibrating against your cunt and the way his fingers once again increased their pace as he fucked you with them, you soon felt yourself teetering on the edge of your climax. Right hand releasing the grass beside you that you'd had in a death grip, you reached out and grabbed onto his hair yet again.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you breathed out in a flurry of curses.

Your back arched along the ground despite Frank still holding your lower half firmly in place beneath him as his mouth passionately focused on your clit. That familiar warm, tingling sensation began to race its way up from the base of your spine until you felt it heat your entire body. You felt ready to float off the ground if it wasn't for the fact that Frank’s hand was keeping you in place beneath him. As his lips once again sucked that sensitive nub into his mouth, a cry of pleasure flew from your lips and you came hard, falling over the edge of your climax.

Frank quickly withdrew his fingers from inside of you, replacing his lips with them as they rubbed tenderly against your clit, working you through your orgasm. His mouth switched to focus on your soaked entrance, his tongue eagerly lapping up everything that spilled out of your cunt as your whole body slowly sunk into the ground. Frank didn't let up with his ministrations until he’d pulled you through your orgasm and you'd begun to gasp and whine from overstimulation.

Gradually your eyelids fluttered open again, spotting Frank on his knees between your own as he sat upright. He was smiling triumphantly up at you as his hands landed on both of your quivering, bare thighs, your slick apparent on his lips and chin in the moonlight. You sent him a blissed out smile in return, your body feeling limp on the ground as you tried to catch your breath.

“If this is what camping with you is like,” you began slowly, panting hard, “I've really been missing out.”

Mischief danced in his eyes as his hands released your thighs and grabbed onto the hem of his shirt. You watched silently as he pulled it up and over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side. Immediately your eyes raked over his muscled and bare torso in the dim light of the night.

“Don't worry sweetheart,” he replied with a devious grin, “this trip isn't over yet. And I'm not quite done makin’ sure you enjoy it.”

Eyebrows raising high onto your forehead, your lips parted in surprise. Frank let out a deep, amused chuckle at the expression on your face as he gradually drew himself up over the top of you. Before his lips were back on yours, you briefly made a mental note that you needed to join Frank on camping trips more often.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #frank castle x you #frank castle #frank castle x fem!reader #the punisher

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Had this idea a little while back and decided to go on with it! Tell me how you guys feel about it.

Kleptomaniacs

[Tangerine x Kleptomaniac! Reader]

[Summary; You've been working with the twins for a good while now, and all whilst knowing them you've bonded with them through similar interests. For Lemon, Thomas the Tank Engine, and on the other hand as for Tangerine and you - kleptomania..]

[Notes; You've got a code name, so there's no use of Y/n but know that your "Citron," (When I tried to post this after finishing it up, tumblr gave out on me and deleted it completely off the face of the internet so I had to write it again. Thanks Tumblr)]

[Warnings; Swearing, Stealing, it's a Bullet Train fanfic what do you expect?]

"God are you guys seriously fuckin' doing this shit again? You guys are gonna get caught one day doing that and you two are gonna be fucked y'know that right?" Lemon groans.

You and Tangerine made a game to see how much shit you could steal before chickening out. You can't do anything worse than killing people for money so you two figured, why the hell not?

"Fuck off Lem," You and Tangerine say at the same time dismissing him.

"Citron, I think you've officially spent too much time with Tan."

"Hey you can't say shit Lem, you've brainwashed Citron here into thinking of people in terms of fuckin' Thomas the Train characters you twat," Tangerine says, sneaking a pack of sweets into his suit jacket.

"Don't say shit about Thomas the Tank Engine, and dont call me a twat, you're the right fuckin' twat you ass," Lemon says, pointing a finger at Tangerine.

"Will you two stop acting like children? I spend too much time with the both of you, and you've both got qualities that are fuckin' annoying, the both of you are twats." You groan, taking multiple trinkets and small toys and shoving them into your pocket.

"Fucks sake mate, your taking the fuckin' children's toys?"

"I can take what I want Lem, piss off," You hiss.

This is typically how you three interacted with eachother. Lots of bickering and cussing at eachother, almost like teenagers that just learned a new cuss word

You'd figured with the boys it was just how they talked being that they were siblings and grew up together. I mean, you had siblings too but you never talked that way with them. Maybe it was just the way they were raised.

But with you, maybe you started acting like them and having the same behaviour after knowing them for so long. You hadn't acted like this before you met them.

You and Tangerine had finally gotten your rush from taking things and you three left the store, walking to your car given to you guys for the mission.

"Alright, start countin' everything you have," You say, getting everything out of all of your pockets and such.

"You guys have a fuckin' problem, I've said it multiple times and I'll say it again. You need to fuckin' see someone about that shit." Lemon shakes his head disappointingly at you two.

You and Tangerine ignore him as to not loose count of your stolen items.

The two of you finally finish, then looking at eacother and saying what you had in total. "32," You smirk, overly confident you had more.

But you already know you've lost when a cheeky smile appears on Tangerine's face, "47."

Your mouth hangs agape, staying quiet for at least 20 seconds. That's the most either of you had ever taken the four years you've known eachother so far.

"The worst part is that most of that shit is just sweets," Lemon says breaking the silence.

"Fuck off Lem," Tangerine hisses.

"Got a sweet tooth eh?" You chuckle, poking fun at him.

"I aint got no fuckin' sweet tooth, the sweets just so happened to be the easiest and least childish things to steal." Tangerine says, turning on the car.

Tan always liked to uphold this "tough manly guy," sort of figure. For example, when you're at a petrol station market and you and Lemon are over getting sugary drinks such as pop or juice, you best believe Tan would be getting water or a black coffee calling you two children.

"And sweets aren't childish?" Lemon raises his eyebrow.

"I didn't even get them for me you fuckin' bellend, I know you two like that sugary shit." Tangerine says.

"Wow, when did Gordon become an Edward," You say, giving Tangerine a cheeky grin.

Tangerine just sighs in defeat, knowing you and Lemon will end up teasing him just to mess with him the rest of the time regardless.

The ride back to the hotel was fairly calm, you and Lemon eating the stolen sweets and showing off the small toys you took as well, when you suddenly remembered something else you'd gotten for the both of them at another shop.

"Lemon, can you hand me that bag right there please?" You say, pointing to the small, blue bag next to him.

Lemon nods and hands you the bag from the back, you reaching over to grab it from his hands.

You take out a small plastic wrapped Thomas The Tank Engine phone charm and hand it to Lemon.

Lemon's face immediately lights up as he takes it out of its packaging, putting it on his phone and fiddling with it.

"Got this for you too, Tan," You say, turning to him and handing him a small satin bag.

"You steal this too?" Tangerine says, glancing at the bag before returning his eyes to the road.

"No, no. I actually bought that, I don't steal sentimental gifts I give, I'm not a fuckin' monster," You say, putting your hand on your chest in fake offense.

Tangerine gives you a judgemental glance.

"What is it?" He asks, still holding the small bag in his hand.

"Open it,"

Tangerine smiles and opens the bag with one hand, taking out a silver and blue colored star engraved ring.

"Its a promise ring. I saw it in a shop and figured we should get matching ones. I hope its your size, I kinda just guessed," You say, showing him your right hand that the ring was on.

"This is lovely, darling. Thank you.." Tangerine says with a loving smile, quickly putting it on his right hand with all of his other rings.

"You two are just right fuckin' sops for eachother it's sickeningly sweet," Lemon says, a cheeky grin on his face.

Tangerine mumbles something both you and Lemon couldn't hear, though by the tone it was very clearly not anything nice.

After a while longer, you three finally make it back to the hotel, Lemon checks all of you in and you all walk up to your hotel room.

As soon as you get in Lemon sets his stuff down and heads to the restroom for a shower, leaving you and Tangerine alone with eachother as you two unpack your bags.

"Tangerine?" You speak out, turning to look at Tangerine who was putting his clothes into the bottom drawer of the hotel room dresser.

"Yes, love?" Tangerine says.

"Thank you. For staying with me even when we go through all this shit. It's stressful and keeping relationships has never been easy for me with this job, you're the only one that's stayed this long and I want to let you know how grateful I am for it." You say, putting what you were doing aside so you could talk to him without any distractions.

Tangerine's head perks up a bit, then turning to look at you.

He smiles sweetly and walks over to you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

"Darling, you have no clue how happy I am that you've stayed with me the same. I know I can be difficult at times as well," Tangerine said, voice barely above a whisper.

You rarely ever get to see a softer side of Tan, but when you do you try to savor it as much as possible.

"You guys, are fuckin' disgusting. What I just saw there was right fucking nasty." Lemon says, standing in front of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Fuck off Lem."

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[Quick Authors Note! Sorry I haven't gotten to these requests and other stuff these past few months, I've been busy and have had other stuff get in the way. I know this isn't much but I'm trying to clean up my drafts.

#tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #atj x reader #bullet train #bullet train 2022 #aaron taylor johnson #fluff

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Making Porn With The Number One Pro-Hero

Pairing: Toshinori Yagi (All Might/Skinny Might) x Fem! Pro-Hero! Reader.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Jealous sex (?), Mirror sex, Oral sex (fem receiving), Secret ((established)) relationship, Recording sex (so y’all make porn), Minor hair pulling, Semi-public sex, Intercourse (P in V), you two are almost caught in the act, mention of you two previously being caught in the act, I finally used a condom!! (I usually write about creampies but this time I didn’t), Some bitch tries to touch our All Might but fails, We accidentally punch her in the face, Toshi is pussy whipped.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 2.

Writing Time: 7 hours (with no breaks, longest amount of time I’ve ever spent on a fic).

Word Count: 3,308.

A/N:

Day 2 of Kinktober! Enjoy!

The introduction is ridiculously fucking long, idk why but skip to the first —-//— if you’re like me and only interested in the sex. I hate the beginning part anyway and it’s very obvious my writing has suffered from my hiatus, but oh well. It will get better.

Technically you get railed by Skinny All Might in his All Might suit, hope that’s ok.

I have to give this thing a part 2 at some point, this is way too hot and I’m so proud of it.

I kept writing then deleting then rewriting this shit (which is why it took 7 hours) so y’all better let me know if you like it :)

Being in an secret relationship with the Number 1 Hero was difficult to say the least.

Having to sneak around everyone was fun and slightly erotic at first, but slowly became annoying and a bit painful at times.

You had recently told Toshinori about a sexy fantasy you had of him. To have him fuck you in his dressing room right before an interview, ideally from behind in front of a mirror whilst you record, you two had made porn before (for only you two’s eyes, no one else’s!!) so recording sex wasn’t new to you guys.

Sadly your lover had made it clear countless times before he didn’t want a public relationship for the sake of protecting you and others. You understood completely and was happy Toshinori valued protecting you over everything, but that didn’t mean you didn’t long to hold his hand in public.

Very few knew about you two; Young Midoriya, David Shield, Sir Nighteye (RIP) and Aizawa (Aizawa finding out was an accident, he had caught you two in a compromising position in Toshinori’s classroom after school hours). But you both was content with those who knew about you two, you trusted all of them, and didn’t plan on adding anyone else to the list.

Early on into your pro-hero career, you were introduced to one journalist and news reporter who you honestly couldn’t remember the name of. She was young and very attractive, no doubt becoming the face of her news station because of her pretty face and impressive figure. She was well known to interview pro heroes and flirt with them, and unsurprisingly lot of them would flirt back.

She had interviewed All Might a few times and like usual she would flirt a lot. He’d see straight through her and politely respond in a professional way, so you had no problems with her because you trusted your boyfriend to shut down her advances. She wouldn’t be the first girl to throw themselves at the Number 1 Hero and definitely wouldn’t be the last, so you were used to seeing Toshinori be placed in uncomfortable situations which made you feel bad for him but due to your relationship being a secret you didn’t feel like it was your place to cut in. But Toshinori always handled it well.

One interview you didn’t see coming though.

You were lucky enough to be able to be interviewed with your boyfriend.

“So, Mr All Might, I’d love to go over some of your best fights of your career…” The news anchor smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.

“Of course! I’d love to!” All Might grinned.

For the millionth time? Really? You rolled your eyes.

“BUT before we do that, I’d like to talk about your more personal life first…” She grinned back, moving closer to him on the long couch you were all sharing.

You moved uncomfortably in your seat and looked around, not really knowing what to do with yourself.

“Ok, sadly I can’t promise I can all questions about my personal life but you can absolutely ask.” All Might smiled.

“Great! So… you have had quite a long career as a pro hero who is very much so in the public eye, I imagine forming and keeping relationships in your personal life can be difficult?” She asked.

All Might moved his head to both sides as if he agreed and disagreed with her assumption, “Well it’s definitely not easy forming them, but keeping the ones I have been lucky enough to form is easy. I’m very lucky to be surrounded by friends and family who I know care about me both as All Might and Toshinori.”

The reporter nodded, “Right. As you mentioned family, are you planning on starting a family?”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling although the question was a bit strange.

All Might laughed, his laugh boomed loudly in your poor ears, “HA HA! Oh no Dear, I don’t so. I am an old man now, I unfortunately missed the opportunity for a family years ago.”

You and Toshinori had only briefly discussed children, you desperately wanting a child later on in your career and Toshinori feel although being Number 1 Hero made having kids not an option and that by the time he retired he was too old. It wasn’t really a conversation you two had managed to find a conclusion to, so you were a little annoyed All Might was talking as if it had been decided.

“Well a lot of young ladies like older men, Sir. I know I sure do. And a lot of young ladies would be more than willing to bear The All Might’s children.” The reporter giggled and moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

She had never actually touched him before.

All Might chuckled uncomfortably and carefully leaned back to make her hand fall off him, but her hand stayed put. Without really thinking, you leaned over and picked up the foreign hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder, and threw it back into the reporter’s face. She almost punched herself in the face with her own hand.

You gasped and stood up, “Oh I’m sorry!”

You really didn’t mean to do that. You were only trying to get her hands off your man. You hadn’t meant you almost punch her.

She quickly fixed her hair and glasses and glared at you for only a split second, before laughing nervously and looking into the camera in front of all of you, “Oh Dear! No worries! We can edit that out, this isn’t live.”

The cameraman nodded at her and three of you continued your now incredibly awkward interview. All Might breathed a small sigh and grabbed your hand, you couldn’t tell what the sigh was for.

—-///—-

You were also concerned about people questioning your actions, why were you so concerned about some girl touching All Might? It was such a obvious sign of jealously. Oh Well… at least she didn’t touch him again.

A small knock was pressed against your dressing room door and without a response it was opened, “Darling?”

All Might.

He stepped into your room and closer the door behind him as you turned to face him. He immediately deflated in front of you, leaving his skinny scrawny figure in place.

“Hi Love.” You sighed and walked over to him.

He quickly wrapped his long arms around you, pulled you close and began kissing your neck.

You blinked in shock, “Toshi?”

“Oh my Love. I never thought I’d ever see you jealous.” He whispered against you before biting down on you skin.

You moaned in delight, “S-So you’re not mad?”

“Why would I ever be mad Princess?” He laughed a bit, in his Skinny form his laugh sounded so good and didn’t burst your eardrum.

“Oh my Love…” Toshinori sighed again at the completely lewd sight of you and dropped to his knees.

He grabbed your thighs in his massive hands and gave your pussy a sweet kitten lick. You threw your head back and moaned again. He started kissing and licking you slowly before sucking.

God, his tongue felt good. You were going to lose yourself to it.

“Oh baby I want you so much…” Toshinori whispered in between eating you out, whilst pulling you closer and closer to his hungry mouth, scaring you for a brief second into thinking you’d fall out of the chair.

It was dangerous but Toshi wouldn’t let you fall, ever.

You pulled his head up from your heat and he whined, “Toshi… I’m so empty now…you need to just fuck me…”

Your lewd expression and hushed tone only made him strain against his suit. Without thinking much, Toshinori stood up and ripped a hole into the crotch area of his Silver Age suit.

You gasped, “Toshi! Your suit!”

“This suit can be fixed, Dear. But later I’ll need you to go to my dressing room and bring back something to wear when we’re done.” He smiled softly while pulling you up and out of the chair.

Toshinori picked up the chair by the armrests and placed it against the door, locking you both in. He turned back to you and smiled again.

“Fuck…” Toshinori whispered, he was incredibly turned on by the sight of you bent over showing him everything you had to offer.

Toshinori then rubbed your aching entrance with his great throbbing cock. You whined for him to just put it in and he was happy to appease you.

Toshinori always started with slow gentle strokes only with the tip but that wasn’t good enough for you now, he had already worked you up from eating you out just a few seconds earlier and the idea of your fantasy had you too desperate now. So you whined again and tried to fuck yourself on his cock at the pace you need. Toshinori caught on pretty quickly and grabbed your hips and pulled you fully around him.

Because of the mirror, both of you were able to see each other’s faces. Toshinori’s brow full of sweat and mouth covered in your cum and his own salvia was godly. Not to mention his look of determination as he continued pounding you brought you closer and closer to edge.

“All Might!” You cried, not really hearing yourself over the sound of his balls slapping your cheeks.

But he heard you (and possibly some others in the building) and he groaned in your ear, “Princess! Oh my good little girl!”

Fuck!

He knew calling you ‘little girl’ made you crazy.

“Oh All Might please!” You begged.

You knew you sounded like a bad pornstar, but you didn’t care. You knew Toshi loved it and was about to give into your begging.

But before he could, the worst thing you could imagine happened next. A loud knock on the door.

“Miss?”

Both you and Toshinori froze and stared at each other in the mirror in fear and shook.

“Y-Yes?!” You answered.

“Miss, your driver is here waiting for you. They are outside.” It was likely one of the crew members of the station. They turned the door handle, shooting fear through you so bad you could scream, but it didn’t open.

The crew member must of wondered why the door wasn’t opening, considering none of the dressing room doors had locks on them for safety reasons, but didn’t ask why or for you to open the door and instead just let go of the handle.

“Oh o-okay…t-thank you. Out in a miiintue!” You quickly choked out.

“Great. Do you happen to know where Mr. All Might is? His car arrived first but he isn’t in his dressing room.”

“Nooo!” You whined.

You could see the see the evil smile on your boyfriend’s face in the mirror. No question, you were going to (try to) kick his ass after this.

“Ok, no worries. Thank you for coming Miss!”

Footsteps were heard leaving the door, presumably to go find your man. Toshinori laughed slightly and pulled your head back by your hair and started moving at the same fast pace he was before.

You groaned at the small pain and glared up at your soulmate, “You like torturing me, asshole?”

“Maybe a little.” He smiled.

“Oh please just make me cum, Toshinori.” You sighed, giving him your best doe eyed desperate-for-sex expression.

Your lover was more than happy to fulfil your request. This was definitely by far would be the best sex tape you two ever made.

—///—

Later on the two of you were getting ready for better, you had finally finished your night skin care routine and was headed back to you and Toshinori’s shared bedroom. He was still up reading a book in bed like usual, he looked and smiled when you walked into the room.

“Toshi,” You began as you got comfortable in the bed, “What changed your mind today?”

“About what, Love?” He asked and put his book away to pull you closer to him.

“When I told you about my sex dream, you said it wouldn’t happen.” You pouted at him.

Toshinori’s cheeks darkened, “Well, you got me all hot and bothered during the interview.”

“How?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I like to see you handle touchy women for me.” Toshinori smiled shyly now.

“Oh really?” You giggled, “You like having a jealous girlfriend?”

“A bit, yes.” He admitted.

“Aw… maybe I should set them straight more often.” You grinned and kissed his neck.

Toshinori shivered, both from the idea and the attention you was suddenly showing his neck, “Yes please…good girl.”

You felt your heat burn at his words as well as his erection grow under the duvet and you eagerly wanted to head down under the duvet. But you both still had something to say.

“I’m sorry love, I was just a little scared about people finding out about us, and being intimate outside our home has got us caught before…and I feel like we already take a big risk with recording our moments together.” Toshinori sighed.

“So you don’t want to record anymore?” You looked heartbroken.

“Oh no, Princess! Of course not!” He pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist (you could feel his lover’s boner, which you wonder if he forgot about), “I love have something to remind myself of our best moments.”

“We don’t have to record anymore if you’re worried it could get out.” You replied, still looking sad.

“Honey, that’s not what I was saying..” Toshinori kissed your head, “I love you and I love how excited you get by the camera. And I love watching our little videos.”

You looked up at him, “I love you Toshi. And I just want you to be comfortable.”

“I am comfortable, I’m always comfortable when I’m alone with you.” Toshinori smiled.

You turned to look at him and kissed one of his sunken cheeks, “Ok… so if I keep your female fans in line… what will you do for me?”

“What do you want love?” Toshinori asked.

“I want a reward, All Might.” You grinned and slowly stroked your lover’s excited friend.

“Little Princess… do you think my cock at full size is a good enough reward for being such a good girl for me?”

The camera got a very lovely shot of your wetness soaking through your sweatpants just from his words. You felt your cunt clench around nothing and you looked back at your lover.

“Yes please Daddy.”

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2023: A Year of Connection

Hi everyone!

As I told you last month, this month's "devlog" will be more like an end-of-year recap. For those of you who have known me a while, you'll know that I get ~in my feels~ and Very Nostalgic at the end of the year. And this year is no exception to that.

Looking back on this year, I realize I did much more than I thought I did. The year was filled with so many waves of uncertainty, burnout, and ruts, that I felt like I wasn't accomplishing anything in the moment. Now that the year has actually wrapped up, I can see that was Once Again my imposter syndrome whispering words of sweet nothings into my ears.

In fact, this year, I find that I did Way More than what I did last year. Crazy, considering how busy I remember 2022 being. Let's take a walk down memory lane, shall we?

Writing

If there is one thing this bitch did, it's fucking write LFMASODIJ. For all my complaining this year of routes taking too long, getting creative ruts, etc., I still wrote (what I consider) a Very Good amount. While I may not have hit my writing goals that I had set out, I still ended up writing around 255k words in total this year. Most of this being for Alaris, and some of it being for my dissertation (LOL) and other side games, like Intertwine and Jam Games.

This number also doesn't include deleted passages, edited passages, etc., so the amount I've spent writing, reviewing, etc. was Significant this year. Here's to hoping that momentum continues into next year and finishing the rest of Alaris!

Side Games

Something completely unexpected, but that I'll forever be grateful for, was my decision(s) to join game jams this year. It all started with Otojam, a visual novel jam I'd wanted to join for a WHILE.

Intertwine was, without a doubt, one of my most memorable moments from this year. The friends I made/grew closer to during that jam. The people I connected with because of Intertwine. The people I got to work with. Everything about the experience surpassed my expectations, and Van and Summer 2023 will always hold a very special place in my heart because of it. Thank you to everyone who enjoyed that game. It was my first full game I ever released, and I couldn't have been more nervous about it (no literally. I wasn't sleeping and I was nauseous for a week before release).

Knowing there was no "revision" afterwards that I could hide behind or promise that there would be a "better"/"enhanced" version made the release terrifying. But the reception you all gave to it and support from so many friends made me feel so connected and grateful for the community.

The other three side projects were... well, Unexpected. LOL. Before these jams, I'd never wanted to work in team settings, mostly because I have Mad Imposter Syndrome, and I've always imagined I'd be dead weight in any given game dev team. My skills on writing, art, and/or coding alone aren't "exemplary" enough for me to think I, well, deserve to be on a team. But when a couple of short jams were being held by a friend, and teams were being made filled with other friends, I thought maybe I could help, even if it's just to QA/playtest. But I've walked away from each of these experiences learning so much from other talented people and with very dear friends.

Each of these side games truly tested my chops in terms of writing, narrative design, and coding. But I'm glad I challenged myself to take part in each of these experiences because I've walked away with so much more than I would've expected.

Alaris

My Heart. My Soul. And at times, My Worst Enemy.

As much as I may have talked about how I Wasn't making progress on this baby. I, in fact, made A LOT of progress:

Art: 15 CGs, Updated Sprites, Kickstarter Artwork

Commissions: 20 BGs, Complete GUI, Personality/Affection Indicators, Editing, Voice Acted Lines, Complete OST (8 Tracks!)

Writing: Three Finished Routes

Shipped Kickstarter Merchandise

I'm going to be Real with you all. I'm not in the mood to recap everything for Alaris in the way I did with everything else LAFKMSDFOIJWOEI. Main reason being, I do that Every Month, and at this point, I would feel like I'm repeating myself for no reason. But let me tell you, when the Enhanced Demo comes out, you will see what I'm talking about with progress made. And I'm excited for the next year when I start getting to show things off (read: Demo Release and Route Beta Releases) now that assets have really come together ^^

I will say, thank you for sticking with this project for so long. It's easy to get bogged down in development when a project like this is as big as it is. It's just as easy to think that no one will care about this by the time I release, or people will start losing their patience with me as development goes on. So I'm forever grateful for how kind, supportive, and patient you all are, especially this year <3

Connections: The True Theme of 2023

If you've made it this far, I'm extremely impressed with you. And to reward you, I'll give you a moment of honesty and vulnerability which, to be frank, I Don't Do as a person and especially with my dev persona LMFAOO ((Before I do, let it be known, CW: mention of death, grief, alcoholism, chronic illness, suicidal thoughts))

Something I don't talk about much is that for all of 2022 and most of 2023, I was not in a good place mentally. At the beginning of 2022, I lost three very important people in my life back-to-back (I'm not exaggerating when I say back-to-back it was within 2 weeks, three separate deaths lol). That, on its own, was hard to deal with. But on top of that, I soon found myself having to cope/help with a family member's chronic illness and another family member's mental health (read: alcoholism, suicidality).

While this isn't a particularly unique situation, it was one that I found myself struggling with pretty severely on top of a pretty demanding work life. And it was a situation I found myself in until about midway through this year. Things have lightened up. I navigate a new life with some pretty severe triggers, and without the presence of some of my most loved ones. But overall, I at least feel like I can breathe and function, which is a state I didn't feel like I could exist in for over a year (and started to believe I may never exist in again).

Because of this new room in my life, I was able to connect with people again, in a more genuine way. I've grown closer to a lot of dev friends, to the point I consider some of them genuine close friends. And IRL, I've been able to reconnect with some of my dearest loved ones. The main reason I bring all of this up is because this year, I felt unbelievably connected to people, whether that was dev friends in the community, people who support my games, and IRL people.

And sometimes, when you interact with people solely online, it's easy to think they don't care as much about you as you do for them. But this has been disproven to me time and time again this year. And I've found myself in a state of appreciation for so many of the people I've been blessed to meet and befriend <3 I felt this especially so during some of the game jams, with the Secret Santa gift exchange, and with my recent Holiday Tree.

So thank you for everyone who has let me take up some space in their life. You literally Do Not Know how much it means to me and impacts me. This year, while I started it in a state of slightly hopelessness and numbness, I find myself ending it with gratitude and connection.

I hope the rest of this year (the very few couple of days we have left LOL) treats everyone well. I'm excited for how we get to start 2024 and what we'll get to experience together <3 Thank you again for the memories and support, love you all very dearly ^^

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falling. | part 3. to maneater.

summary: steve harrington was the first boy you’d opened up to. so why can’t you stop fucking it up?

c/w: billy is in this and there’s mentions of sexual assault and non-consensual touching so read with caution!

it’s finally done!!!!! i don’t even think i like this but it’s here!!! tumblr deleted a whole chunk of writing so had to redo some parts n ik they aren’t as good as the original <\3 also falling - harry styles especially the first verse rlly got me going for this one.

read part one here. | read part two here.

there had been absolutely no contact with steve. he couldn’t even look at you.

now being shunned from sitting on the table your two groups had taken over, jessica very kindly tells you, ‘it’s probably better if you don’t come, y’know.. just until steve cools down.’

‘right.. guess i’ll see you later then,’ you slink out of the cafeteria, choosing to retreat to your car instead, away from everyone.

to be honest, you weren’t keen on sitting opposite steve anyway. the way his eyes looked at you, all sad and disappointed.

on the friday, you’re sat in your car, willing the next two hours of school to hurry up when your passenger door swings open and a large body collapses into the seat.

‘what the fuck are you doing?’

‘you looked lonely, thought i’d give you some company,’ billy states, throwing his legs on the dashboard.

you shoo his feet off, ‘i was fine on my own, actually.’

‘darling, i’ve seen you sat here every day this week, your boyfriend still mad at you?’ he smirks over at you.

‘he’s not my boyfriend, never has been, but yeah, no thanks to you,’ you hiss, though you can’t solely blame him.

‘you really were wasted, huh? don’t remember what happened after?’ he lights a cigarette, rolling down the window.

‘well no, but i’ve been told.. steve couldn’t wait to throw it in my face, trust me,’ you state, looking over at the curly haired boy.

‘why do you give a shit what he thinks? never had you down as someone that cared what little pretty boys like harrington think of you,’ he takes a drag.

billy was attractive, not in a steve harrington kinda way, more rugged and much less clean-cut.

you reach over and grab the cigarette from him, taking a long drag before handing it back.

‘i don’t,’ you lie, ‘could not care less.’

‘that’s why you’re hiding in your car is it, sweetheart?’ he chuckles, eyes narrowing at you.

‘just fuck off, billy,’ you roll your eyes, unprepared for his home-truths.

he laughs, ‘n leave you all alone? you sure you want that?'

even though it was billy, you had appreciated not being alone at lunch. your friend's hadn't exactly shunned you, but had decided that during lunch they'd rather preserve the peace with their new-found friendship with steve and his group.

'you can stay, as long as you shut up and don't mention steve again,' you fold your arms over your chest, twisting your body to look at him.

'i'm not making any promises,' he flicks the butt of the cigarrette out of the window, turning back to face you.

'there's a party tomorrow, i'll pick you up at eight,' he winks.

in all honesty a party was a welcome distraction to everything at the moment, though billy would not be your usual choice of friend but at this point you weren't left with much choice.

then there's a twinge of guilt in your stomach, thinking of steve and how a party and billy had actually been the sole reason steve now wasn’t speaking to you.

he was the first guy you’d let get that close since moving to hawkins a few years back. an inexplicable feeling bubbles in your stomach as you think back to your date. how you had felt so comfortable with him, telling him things not even your friends had gotten out of you.

and suddenly that awful impulsive urge rises from your stomach. the one that only showed itself when things were becoming too serious with someone.

so fuck it.

you spent the whole of the lunch break with billy, in your car. you hadn't ever pictured your friday to go this way, but you were just happy that someone was actually speaking to you.

you'd neglected to notice steve, who had finished basketball practice, standing just a few metres from your car, glaring at the pair of you sat talking in your car. a frown planted firmly on his face, utter disbelief at how you could even be sat with him after that damned party.

tommy notices steve staring, searching for the cause of his scowl, landing on your car. he swings his arm over his friends shoulder in sympathy.

'bro.. c'mon, let's just go,' he tugs steve away and back into the school.

billy is late, obviously.

he wasn’t like steve, ready and waiting for you before you’d even finished getting ready.

you turn your wrist to look at your watch.

8:11pm

you were about to head back inside when you hear the loud car engine pull onto your street, wheels screeching to a halt.

billy grins at you from the window, you roll your eyes and get into the car.

‘you’re late, lucky i was nice enough to wait,’ you pull your skirt down, as it had ridden up past your thighs. not unnoticed by billy.

‘sorry darlin’, looking good though,’ he eyes up your thighs.

‘just drive, i need a fucking drink,’ you stare, flipping him the middle finger.

he chuckles, speeding off down the street.

you’d told yourself that there was absolutely no way you were getting as wasted as last time. but here you were, head spinning as you stumble up to the stairs and into the bathroom.

billy follows closely behind, pushing his way into the bathroom, ‘not tapping out, are ya doll face?’

‘no, i’m fine.. just need a minute,’ you lean your hands on the counter, looking at your blurry reflection in the mirror.

billy presses himself against your back, hands finding your waist as you watch him grin in the mirror.

you spin your body round to face him, placing a hand on his chest to push him back, ‘i’m not fucking you billy,’ shaking your head.

‘oh c’mon, i’ve been waiting all night for this darlin’,’ his fingers begin to slide up your thigh, disappearing under your skirt.

‘no billy, i’m not doing that,’ you place your hand on his wrist, trying to move his hand.

his expression hardens as he leans his face closer to yours, his fingers now gripping your jaw, ‘you’re joking.. everyone knows what a little slut you are, what’s the problem? don’t tell me it’s harrington.’

his fingers tear a hole in your tights, latching onto the hem of your underwear and you freeze.

your eyes squeeze shut, ‘i just don’t want to have sex with you.. get off of me,’ your voice shakes.

he runs his thumb over your bottom lip before letting go, backing away from the counter, ‘whatever, you’re a little cock-tease,’ he walks out of the bathroom, slamming the door so hard the walls shake.

you sigh, wiping away the tears that had slipped out and rolled down your cheek.

you’d yet again made a gigantic mess of everything.

now left stranded at some random party, god knows where.

so, you do the sensible thing and walk down the stairs and out of the house, stumbling down the street as you pass the party goers.

you walk and walk, until you end up on the familiar street.

you don’t really know what you’re doing until you’re at the door, boots in hand as your knuckles wrap against the wood.

there were now holes in your tights, black mascara smudged down your cheeks and the red lipstick you’d chosen now anywhere but your lips.

you glance at the time on your watch

3:32am.

it had taken you an hour to even get here.

the door swings open and a shirtless steve stands in the doorway, hair sticking up every which way.

‘y/n? why are y- what happened?’ his tone becoming concerned as he notices your disheveled appearance and the leather boots in your hand.

you shrug, swallowing the lump in your throat, ‘i didn’t know where else to go..’ the lump rises as a cry escapes your mouth.

his arms are around your body, pulling you into his chest, before you can say another word.

you cry as he pulls you into the house, running his hand down your back. you can only cling onto him, only crying harder because you didn’t deserve this kindness from him.

‘hey.. what happened?’ he questions, pulling away to make you look up at him.

‘i was.. at a party and- and billy..’ you’re interrupted with a sob, unable to finish the sentence.

his eyes go from soft to filled with anger at the mention of his name.

‘what? what did he do?’ he spits, with the state of you it couldn’t have been good.

‘he just- he tried to touch me and.. and i said no and-,’ you’re interrupted by a sob, unable to even tell steve.

you can feel his body stiffen, ‘he didn’t… did he?’

shaking your head, you swallow attempting to conceal your cries, ‘no.. he just.. touched me.. it’s my fault, i shouldn’t have even gone..’

‘no, no it’s not at all.. c’mon let’s get you cleaned up,’ he pulls his body from yours, now taking your hand and walking you up his stairs.

the second time he’d come to your drunken rescue. you felt awful for relying on him so much.

but truthfully, steve would rather know that you’re safe with him than out there. no matter what had happened between you.

he gently wipes the remains of your makeup off with his moms face wipes, offering you the spare toothbrush and even turning around as you change into yet another one of his t-shirts, this time foregoing the sweatpants.

‘got my own collection going on,’ you laugh weakly, sitting on the edge of his bed.

he exhales, ‘s’pose you do.. they look better on you anyway,’ he stands in the doorway, ready to go to the guest bedroom.

‘can you.. stay in here.. only if you want to,’ you whisper, pulling back the duvet for him.

he walks over to the bed, ‘of course i want to.. whether i should is another story,’ he climbs into the bed, laying back.

‘you should,’ you lean your head back onto the pillow, staring at the cream coloured ceiling.

steve flicks the lamp off, turning on his side to go to sleep.

you’re sure he’s asleep before you let out the first silent cry, hand held over your mouth.

your shoulders shake as you sniffle, slightly louder than intended.

and then you feel steve’s arm snake around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

‘i’m sorry.. i thought you were asleep..’ you mumble.

‘no.. can’t sleep,’ he grumbles in response, still holding onto your waist.

you turn your body to face his, looking up at his shadowy face, admiring the way the moon cascaded over his features. you can just about make out his eyes staring back into yours.

‘me too..’

the eye contact is heavy, and you’re half tempted to reach up and kiss him.

steve clearly has the same thought, his lips colliding with yours with his free hand now cupping your face.

but this kiss is different, there’s no lust, no desire behind it. not like before. this kiss was soft, full of warmth and emotion.

he pulls back, searching for your eyes in the darkness, ‘c’mon you need to sleep.’

you nod slightly, resting your head on his chest and exhaling deeply.

his fingers trace patterns into your shoulder, chin resting on the top of your head.

eventually your breathing becomes heavy on his chest as you drift off to sleep.

his fingers slide through your hair with his other arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders, holding you close to his body.

he whispers into your hair, ‘you’re killing me here..’

eventually falling asleep, nuzzled into your hair.

it's noon before you wake up, steve's arm around your waist as he snores lightly.

he looked so peaceful when he was asleep, the usual furrow of his brow replaced with an undisturbed, stillness to his face.

you smile at the image, not wanting to wake him but desperately needing the bathroom.

you manoeuvre your body out of his grasp and tiptoe to the bathroom.

when you come back to the room steve is awake, sat up against his headboard.

‘i thought.. i thought you’d snuck off again,’ he exhales, running his hand through his hair.

you shake your head, ‘not this time,’ sitting at the end of the bed.

‘what happened last night?’ he asks, not wanting to press too much.

you sigh, looking down at your hands, ‘he.. he touched me.. i said no but he.. just-,’ you stop yourself.

steve reaches over, placing his hand over yours for reassurance.

‘he grabbed me.. called me a slut and a tease- i don’t wanna talk about it..’

‘you should go to the police, obviously if you want to.. but he shouldn’t get away with that,’ he squeezes you hand, his tone now full of disgust.

‘no, i’m not.. it’s fine- i’m fine,’ you look up at him, eyes glossy with tears.

‘you do-,’ he sighs, exasperated, ‘okay, it’s your choice.. but i’m just telling you now that i am going to kill him.’

you chuckle through the tears, ‘you couldn’t kill a fly.’

‘hey! i could and i have,’ he feigns offence.

you groan, using steve’s blanket to wipe away your tears.

‘are you okay?’ he questions quietly.

you nod, ‘i’m fine.. are you okay?’

‘why would i not be?’

‘because.. of me,’ you shrug, ‘what i did..’

he squeezes your hand, ‘it doesn’t matter.. you were right, you aren’t my girlfriend.. i can’t expect you to act like it,’ he sighs; slightly frowning.

his eyes are sad, gazing down at you.

‘it was still shitty.. i’m really sorry steve.. i’m trying to be a different person, better, but it’s hard..’

he exhales, ‘look.. we don’t need to speak about this now..’

you nod, appreciating his kindness. even if you were totally undeserving.

‘c’mon, i’ll take you home,’ he runs his thumb over your hand before standing from the bed.

you’re stood at his door when he picks up the skirt you’d worn last night. it had been a favourite but now you couldn’t even stand to look at it.

‘burn it,’ you say, disgusted at the sight of the skirt.

it goes unnoticed when steve grits his teeth, seething at how billy’s actions had made you feel so little. a shell of the you he knew.

you hesitate going into the cafeteria. there was still an air of uncertainty around you and steve despite you turning up on his doorstep sunday morning.

you notice the group of students now stood at the window, jeering and gasping at some commotion outside.

before you can decide whether to join them, jessica sprints up to you, 'you need to come, now,' pulling your arm towards the door to the forecourt.

'what? what's going on?' you query, stumbling as she drags you along.

'it's steve..,' she pants, breathless as she'd had to sprint to find you.

your eyes immediately land on the group of high-schoolers, crowded around the bustle you'd noticed from the window.

pushing through the crowd you spot steve squared up to billy, his hand shoving his backwards, billy tumbling back.

'fucking creep,' steve spits, stepping up once again.

'what's the problem? did i touch your little girlfriend? that little slut wanted it,' billy bites back, returning the shove to steve only a little harder.

you bite the inside of your cheek, guilty that you were the reason for the fight. his words sting, memories of the spiteful words he had spat at you in the bathroom flooding back.

steve lunges for the boy, landing a particularly hard punch to his cheek sending billy backwards towards the crowd.

billy clutches his cheek, a smile on his lips at the utter disbelief of steve's actions.

the denim clad boy tackles steve to the ground, pulling his arm back to sock him in the face, repeatedly, each hit harder than the last.

you gasp, elbowing the boys in front of you out of the way and stepping up towards billy, you grab onto his jacket in an attempt to stop him.

'fucking stop it!' you screech, pulling his arm back and away from steve.

billy pushes you backwards, falling to the floor as the crowd let out a collective 'ooh'.

fortunately for steve, ms. kelly gets into the middle of the circle as one of the gym teachers restrains billy.

you rush over to steve, his face now bruised and bloody. you cradle his head in your arms, trying to clean off some of the blood to assess how badly he was hurt.

he looks up at you, eyes squinting at the bright light, 'i'm sorry.. he deserved it though.'

you shake your head, though you can't hide the smile on your face, ‘we could've slashed his tyres or something, now look at you.'

eventually, you alongside one of his teammates take him inside, his arm resting on your shoulder.

you press the ice pack to his face, shuffling in the uncomfortable office chairs while you wait for the principle to finish speaking to billy.

'i think you're a fucking idiot for doing that.. but i wanted to thank you.. for defending me n' that..'

he turns to face you, 'oh that? wasn't for you.. i just really really wanted to get beat up,' he winces at his split lip as he smiles.

'it was kinda hot.. y'know the ten seconds before he beat the shit out of you,' you giggle. it was true, angry steve was hot, just not when he was angry at you.

your head jolts to the open door, as billy saunters out. steve had got a pretty good hit in, with billy's cheek now adorned with a new blue bruise.

he glares at the two of you, his lip snarling as if to say something but he restrains himself.

‘mr. harrington,’ mr. davis calls, gesturing towards his office.

you both stand at the same time, ‘you can stay here miss. (y/l/n),’ the principle nods.

‘no, i’m coming,’ you walk into the office and take a seat before steve.

mr. davis is shocked at your gumption, beginning his spiel about fighting and how it’s unacceptable in the school environment.

‘so unfortunately, i’ve got no choice but to suspend you-,’

‘no,’ you cut him off, ‘that’s not fair, it’s my fault he was even fighting, so you can either suspend both of us or neither of us,’ you cross your arms, staring at your principal.

‘well.. now we can’t do that.. school policy states that we need to punish anyone fighting,’ david states, leaning forward on his desk.

‘so suspend me too.’

steve gawps at you, mouth open at your brave actions, utterly speechless.

‘i don’t think that would be wise miss (y/l/n), it’s a one week suspension,’ he attempts to persuade you to concede.

you shrug, ‘i don’t care.’

‘okay.. well.. then you’re both suspended, i’ll be in contact with both of your parents.. i expect you back, not fighting, next monday,’ your principal sighs.

you stand up and exit the room, stone-faced as you barrel out of the school.

steve jogs to catch up with you, ‘wait.. wait, why the fuck did you do that?’ his fingers curl around your wrist.

‘because it’s my fault you were even fighting.. only fair that i take some of the blame,’ you turn to him only inches away from his swollen face.

a laugh erupts from his throat at the sheer absurdity of it all. it’s contagious as you burst out laughing with him.

‘we look crazy..’ you mutter, noticing the stares from nosy students out of the classroom windows.

‘you are crazy,’ he says, fingers still wrapped around your wrist.

‘i’m not the one throwing punches at someone twice my size,’ you state, grinning at him.

he scoffs, ‘twice? i don’t think so.’

you shake your head, ‘let’s get out of this shit hole, you’ve just bagged me a week off.. i’m not wasting that.’

you walk over to your car, looking back at steve stood gawping at you.

‘i.. i drove so i’ll uh- see ya,’ he begins to walk to his car, fumbling in his pockets for his keys.

‘are you sure you’re alright to drive? your eye’s pretty fucked..’ you were just desperate to not let him walk away once again.

‘yeah.. this is not my first time being beaten up, believe it or not,’ he half jokes, wobbling over to his car.

‘well.. uh, do you wanna do something later? i think i owe you for defending my honour,’ you call after him.

he turns to look at you, ‘okay, dinner is definitely on you though.’

‘i’ll even come and pick you up.. six, so you better be ready,’ you open the car door, sliding into the seat.

you both drive home grinning at your nondate-date.

you’d never been so nervous, stomach doing flips at the thought of seeing him.

you pull up on his drive, giving your outfit a once over before sounding the horn. you’d opted for more casual wear, a difference to the usual short skirts and revealing tops steve normally saw you in.

he appears at the door before limping over to your car. he groans as he attempts to sit in the car, his bruises now visible on his face.

‘are you sure you’re okay to go out?’ you question, wincing at his cut hands.

‘yeah.. i’m fine.. just a bit sore,’ he mumbles.

‘mm, you look it, c‘mon.. we can just order pizza and watch a movie, it’s okay,’ you hop out and walk around the passenger side, helping him out of your car.

he wraps his arm around your waist, supporting himself with your body, ‘you could’ve said this before i dragged myself all the way over here,’ he jokes.

‘steve, i’ll fucking drop you.’

you help him into the house, placing him down on the sofa before looking around at the large house.

you’d never really seen it through sober eyes, suddenly noticing the childhood photos dotted around.

‘are your parents not home?’ you question, the quiet echoed around the house.

‘nah.. they never are,’ he shrugs, there’s a certain sadness to his voice as he settles into the cushions.

‘oh.. at least they don’t know that you’re suspended i guess..’ you try to spin it positively but you can tell just how hurt he is.

‘yeah.. i guess..’

you sit down on the couch next to him, grabbing the phone from the table and passing it to him.

‘c’mon.. it’s my treat so get whatever you want,’ you cross your legs up onto the couch, watching him on the phone. completely enamoured with his every little move.

there’s some action film on the tv, not your first choice obviously.

your knees are tucked into your chest as steve leans against you, head on your shoulder. you honestly weren’t even sure he was still awake.

‘i’m really sorry, steve,’ it comes out in barely a whisper.

you hear him sigh, ‘i know.. it’s okay,’ he lifts his head off of your shoulder, now looking at you.

‘no, steve.. it’s not okay.. i hurt you and that’s not okay..’ you can’t bare to look at him, into his sad, doe eyes, instead playing with the hem on your jeans.

‘it is.. im telling you that it is.. you aren’t my girlfriend and..’ he exhales, ‘it’s okay that you don’t want to be.. i shouldn’t have just expected it from you..’

you’re still picking at the loose thread on your jeans, ‘but i do.. i do want that.. i just- there’s something wrong with me and i just can’t help it, i fuck everything up.. i hurt people..’ you shake your head, quickly wiping away the tear that had slipped out.

being so vulnerable with him made you sick to your stomach. the first person in a long time to tap into this part of you, the side you had buried deep down.

he swallows before putting his hand on your knee, ‘you haven’t.. fucked anything up, i’m still here aren’t i?

you’re brave enough to slowly look up at him through sodden eyelashes, blinking at his words.

‘you know.. i’ve been begging to hear you say that for so long..’ he breathes, inching closer to your face.

‘i don’t wanna hurt you..’ you murmur, his hand cupping your cheek as he wipes your damp cheek.

he leans forward, placing his lips on your yours. the kiss is similar to the one you’d shared in his bed on sunday morning, soft with no ulterior motives. affectionate and gentle, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

he pulls away, pressing his forehead to yours as his thumb still tracing your cheek, ‘then don’t.’

you nod, placing your hand on top of his before kissing his lips again. carefully placing your other hand on his bruised cheek, sure to be gentle with him.

‘does this mean you’re my girlfriend?’ he mumbles into the kiss.

you laugh against his lips, ‘if you want me to be..’

he pulls back to look at you, ‘i want nothing more,’ the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile.

‘then i’m yours.’

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #stranger things x reader

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universallychaoticpan · 11 months

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Hi. Can I pls req dazai x reader. So,Dazai and reader were once in a relationship. (Female reader). At some point they broke up. Stopped talking started ignoring each other. Then dazai approached her to be friends again. They again became besties.

The reader is now feeling attracted to a guy. She talks to that guy but didn't take things further, she is hesitant to be in a relationship due to his previous relationship with dazai. Dazai realises, and says that he doesn't want to be the reason to hold back each other... basically you make/write the conversation after dazai realises. Please🥺🥺

(Ps: dazai is actually sad to know the reader is attracted to someone new)

Ah yes, good old unrequited love. I hope you enjoy this, and please come back anytime. So sorry this took so long, the first time I wrote it I accidentally deleted it and had to do it all over. <333

It was hard to believe that at a point, you had been in love with him. But it was true; at one point, the two of you shared a love like sunlight. You fought and loved with the same passion, often burning one another before falling back together for comfort, for peace, to quell the ache that pulled you back together time and time again. But you were so bright you could hardly stand to look; so warm the pain began to show through more and more. Eventually, you licked your wounds on your own, the risk of being hurt outweighing the reward of a love so strong.

Yes, like he always did, Osamu Dazai had pushed you away. And when he did, the hole that you filled inside of him opened up again.

When you were gone, he could hardly stand to look at you without remembering the way you said his name - like no one else did, soft and sweet, drawing out each syllable and vowel - or how your bare skin felt pressed against his while you slept. When he was gone, you could hardly bear the sound of his voice without thinking of nights spent with your clothes strewn across the floor, or the way he would trace the lines in the palms of your hand, his eyes looking at you like the world meant nothing in comparison.

You thought you would never be able to look at those eyes again.

But slowly, things began to repair themselves. Like spring budding from barren branches, you began to pass smiles to one another again. You started to talk more, joking and teasing like you used too before love, before everything had changed. Slowly, you made your way back into his life- slowly, the two of you pushed the memories of a love brighter than sunlight down until it was swallowed by expanses of darker space.

And slowly, Dazai realized that you weren't his anymore.

"...hey- Hey!" Your voice startled him from his thoughts, his fingers beginning to sting from holding onto the chilled glass for too long.

"Sorry," he muttered, taking a drink. "You were saying?"

"You alright," you asked, concerned curiosity in your eyes. "It's not like you to just disappear like that."

He shrugged. "Long week I guess. Anyway?"

You looked down at your drink awkwardly. "Well I was telling you about this guy I met just the other day- met him in the cafe under the office, he works nearby. He was sweet, actually asked me to meet him at another spot he knows later tonight." you chewed your lips nervously. "I don't think I'll go though; it's too soon don't you think? I mean it hasn't even been a year since..." You let your voice trail off.

Dazai looked at you, saw the way your body hunched into itself, but saw the way your eyes slightly looked over at him, waiting for a reaction, a sliver of approval or disappointment. And he realized what you were waiting for.

You were waiting for him to let go.

And it broke him completely that the look in your eyes, the look of slight fear and sorrow was his doing- that even after time had gone by, you still felt trapped by him. Try as he might, he hadn't been able to move past you; worse, you knew it as well as he did and yet here you were, asking him one more time for permission. You were asking his permission to break his heart again.

And what could he do but let you? He loved you so much, so desperately it consumed him; it swallowed him whole every night as he tried to sleep, chased you through dreams and just barely let you escape every time. And he loved you so much that he would release you- he would break every bone in his body if it forced him to let you go. Because he wasn't what you needed. And he knew that the best way for him to love was to let you be loved by someone who was safer. Someone who could give you the life you deserved.

He simply couldn't be that person.

"Go," he said quietly. He was looking at you now, a smile on his face that you both tried to pretend was masking the melancholy behind it. "You should go." He got up, draping your coat around your shoulders. "I mean we both know you can't stay hung up on me forever," he said with a wink. You got up with a smile, the two of you simply staring at each other, the hum of chatter in the bar going quiet for a split second. And you hugged him; you stepped close and wrapped your arms around him, tucking your head into his chest the way you always used to. And it was good you couldn't see him, see his face or the look of surprise he couldn't stop. Gingerly, he place his hands on your back, holding you against him one last time before he gently pulled you away by your shoulders.

"Go on," he smiled. "Get out of here."

You nodded, walking out of the room before you could lose your nerve; you left before you had time to look back. If you had though, if you had stopped to look at the man you couldn't deny you still loved, you would've seen how he watched you go until you vanished onto the dark street, how he stared after you long after you had gone, the scent of your skin still clinging to him like the ghost of you always would.

#dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader angst #bsd x reader #bsd x reader angst

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wildglitch · 1 month

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How What if...Zombies Spidey gets to the DCU

Here's the second part of this post

This is about how Zombie!Peter (And possibly others) got to the DCU. the third part will be the HC on what he is going to be doing overther, but for now wh need to know how he got there

Also,I accidentally uploaded my original draft for this but it wasn't finished so I had to delete it so I lost all of that writing TnT

-Starting this off with more timeline explanations! Let's goooooooo

Ok so anything that happens on Earth has absolutely no effect on the rest of the universe, that means that all of the guardian movies and Thor Ragnarok happens when they originally did in the OG timeline.

"But Thor and Loki met Strange 3 days before Infinity war" SHhhhhhh, trust and listen. Since Loki really didn't want to deal with his dad, Instead of just sending him to Earth, She sends him to a different reality Earth. How? But studying the space stone of course. Not to mention he spent a good while researching and studying the aether when he was king and before they sent it to the collector. With this in mind, Loki taught himself how to access and travel to different realities (Remember this)

That means that Bruce B. gets back on Earth at the same time he did in the original, in 2018. Infinity war takes place in about a day or so and seeing as Thanos is on Earth by the end of the episode, let's say that the episode takes place over a time period of about 24-48 hours. A weekend if you will.

That, adding onto the fact I made the zombie apocalypse 7-8 months long instead of 1 month changes a few things timeline wise. Not only does it push Ant-Man & The Wasp back many months, It also means that there's a high chance Bucky's brainwashing isn't 100% gone, and that the apocalypse started around a year or so after Homecoming.

Do with that info as you please :D

-What is happening without space friends? Well...

Loki wasnt Fucking Stupid and died like and idiot here!

(Your the god of fucking mischief and yet the only thing you can think to do is a knife?!? A fucking Knife? Not even to the back as has been stated you have done in your own goddamn show, But right in the face where he can very clearly see it you short dumbass!)

N E Ways- Loki did something, yk, smart and joined up with Thanos cause like, Dude the guy was winning! Loki was gonna play a long game and work with him again to get his opening. . .Then they killed his fucking brother! Yeah this has not been a good day for him- He is sent to stalk Earth with the other dudes but he decides to stay on the ship and

Loki looking down at Earth though the ship's surveillance systems: WTF did the mortals do!?!?

Alien helper Loki asked for and somehow got: Would you like to go down there sir?

Loki getting comfortable and changing his clothes into something cozy after a very traumatic day: Norse no, Get me a bigger monitor and some food, I wanna see where this goes.

And then Loki just watches like the agent of chaos he is. (Remember this too)

What about Thor? Well Thor doesn't really die, Loki just sees the explosion of the ship and just assumes. He still teams up with half the guardians and everything still happens like the movie for him until he gets to Wakanda.

AND OH BOY LET ME TALK ABOUT WAKANDA

(The Guardians? Canon. Literally the only difference could be that maybe Peter Q. and Co. die immediately on Titan without the space roadtrip trio.)

-Wakanda? Gone

Okoye Was sent to America and everything went to hell lol.

No but Seriously, The King was gone, Okoye went to look for him, and Wakanda was left pretty defenseless. I say that the country was already compromised before she left, but it only started causing trouble after she left, so she has no clue what happened. the important thing isn't Okoye though, no the important thing is Thor. More specifically, Thor, Rocket and Groot when they get there. I can see 2 things happening.

1-they get infected immediately and all of a sudden you get a Zombified God with an axe walking around with a tree and a raccoon. All there while his brother is watching the man, he thought was dead, truly die. ( he gets the feeling that this is Karma) Or,

2- They fight the Zombies thinking they are part of Thanoses army like total badasses, not knowing what they are fighting or getting infected. All while Loki I absolutely shell shocked watching this from a 5th monster mouth agape. (Ones watching visions base with the king and witch, Twos watching the group trying to get to the base, Threes watching some old guy sitting in a park absolutely unbothered, And Forths could be the other dead people from the last post, idk, the separate continuity for the AU gets a mention lol)}

Loki in ver. 1: Absolute depression

Loki in ver. 2: Slacked jawed as he watches his brother be a complete dumbass

-So, How did they he skip dimension?

Well everything from the episode happens the same. Maybe a bit more emotional because they are closer, but every one we see die, Dies. Why? Uhh duh, angst and plot potential, why else?

and its, Everyone one we see die. Let me explain. Anyone we see get turned or killed on screen, It's death. If a character dies off screen but the situation is bad and impossible for said person to get out of, it's death. BUT, if a character is killed off screen but theoretically they could escape, they can live.

Ex For this rule: Happy is hit by a speeding car off screen that implies death= Death, Reason? He's a normal dude T'Challa is hit by a speeding car off screen that implies death= Can Live, Reason? He has the powers of the Black Panther

You Got That? cool. with that in mind, and what I can remember atm, this is the list of people who live

Peter P.- Scott L.- King T'Challa.- Bruce B.- Bucky B.- Rocket R.- Groot-Thor- Loki. Igs, if you want the guys from the more hero’s Idea to be here then you can add them ig. That's the list of survivor a

(Why aren't there more women? Idk, take it up with Disney for killing all of them)

Why these guys? Simple. Cause they all are on Earth

-Loki, being a god, takes a look at Zombie Thanos and thinks "Oh no...Oh Hellas no" And decides to do something about it.

Seriously, You expect me to believe that anything other stone then the space and reality one can send them to another reality? No, I don't think so. And who did I say studied and used these stones before? hmmm? So my proposition for you today is simple. take our god Loki with his obsession with the space stone and have him cast a spell to have every living being on the planet left, come with him to whatever other reality he's taking them to. and thus the crossover commences.

-Peter and the others are now screwed.

They all travel and end up at the same place they were in their original universe. (Omg I just realized Loki could end up at the watchtower lol)

They could be in different realities, but they all are in the same position they were before traveling

Peter: Is on plane before Dimension hopping

Peter: falling to his death after dimension hopping

Peter: Paink!

And then they get split up...hurray!

That's the end for this post. The other will be more focused on Peter But we needed This one as a way to get to the next world. Will I change some stuff? Sure, maybe later, But for now I'm pretty tired and I don't have much else to do at this point.

With that said, I hope you enjoyed this post and let me know what you think

#peter parker #mcu #dcu #crossover #fanfic #au #au idea #loki laufeyson #more info #send asks #zombie au #zombie apocalypse #what if #wiz!au

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lonesome-witching · 7 months

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The World Can Know

I have gotten the request to write a celebrity AU by @rabbitofdeath-atcastleaarrggh based on this post by @autismbarbie (I think). And I have to say I absolutely loved that post so much that I was a little excited to write this.

You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

It had all started with a drunken tweet. She shouldn’t have been drunk. It was only 2 pm and she was supposed to be working. But she had finished the last song for her album, and somebody had pulled out a bottle of champagne and now she was sipping lukewarm beers in the recording booth and scrolling through twitter.

It was then that Robin Buckley saw a picture of Nancy Wheeler. It wasn’t that she had never seen her before, she had seen Nancy everywhere. A couple of days ago, she and Steve had gone to see one of her movies. And Robin had returned the next day to watch it again. So, she knew of Nancy Wheeler. She had seen her all dolled up in movies and on red carpets. She had spent an embarrassing long time staring at her in that flowy top with her dark red lips at the Paris fashion week just a few nights ago.

The only difference was that all of those times Robin hadn’t been drunk, and therefore had been able to refrain herself from making her tiny obsession public knowledge. But this time as she noticed the picture of Nancy Wheeler in a simple blue shirt, purple cap and sunglasses walking in New York, the same streets Robin walked every single day, she was drunk.

Her fingers were typing out the words before her mind had registered them. Her thumb only hesitated a second before posting the tweet.

Literally dont FUCKIGN talk to me if u r not Nancy wheeler btw!!! dont even say hi i’ll be pissed

She regretted that tweet that same night when a text from Steve told her to check twitter. The memory of her own embarrassment came flooding back and the only reason she opened her account was with the pure intention of deleting the entire thing. That was her intention until she noticed the notification. It was a simple reply, just a simple hi with a smiley face behind it. The main reason Robin nearly went into cardiac arrest was that it was from Nancy freaking Wheeler.

Talking with Nancy had been surprisingly easy. They had hung out a few times, going for walks after dark and eating take out in Nancy’s luxurious apartment. Robin had even invited Nancy to the recording studio after a mix up with the vocals forced her to drop everything. They often talked until the early morning hours, laughing and crying like kids at their first sleepover.

Now that Robin was able to see Nancy in real life it became obvious that the pictures and movies didn’t do her justice. That she looked best when she woke up with her hair all messed up and her eyes only half open.

It also became obvious that Robin was falling in love with her. Robin had difficulty not staring or stuttering when they hung out. She would always trip over her words whenever she tried to give Nancy a genuine compliment. And when Nancy returned the favor her cheeks would heat up and turn bright red. The words ‘I’m in love with Nancy Wheeler’ might as well have been tattooed on her forehead.

As the months crawled forward Robin and Nancy hung out more and more. Even when Nancy had to go to LA for some promotion material for her newest premiere, they called every night. Robin would listen attentively to Nancy chattering about her day as she stayed up way too late talking the other girl to sleep.

It almost felt like they were dating. Almost.

Robin tried her best not to dream about that possibility. After all, she had already gotten way too lucky to have her idol in her life.

Robin checked her phone for the thousandth time, waiting for a reply from Nancy. But as her screen lit up, she saw nothing but her lock screen. It had been a mere 9 hours since she last received a text from Nancy. She could survive 9 hours without Nancy. She had to.

Robin checked her phone again when the doorbell rang out, echoing through her too empty apartment. She dropped the phone on the couch and got up, shuffling to the door. On the other side stood Nancy Wheeler, her hair wet and dripping raindrops on the floor.

“It’s raining,” she stated as her eyes stared into Robin’s face.

“Nance? What are you doing here? Come in, come here.” Robin pulled her in, nearly hugging her. “I’m going to get you a towel… And— and some dry clothes. You should shower. I thought you were in LA.”

“I just got back. I— Robin, I need to speak with you.”

Robin stopped running around, a pink towel in her hand that nearly dropped to the floor as she saw the expression on Nancy’s face. “Okay.”

“I—” Nancy frowned. “I don’t know where to start.”

“Maybe at the beginning,” Robin offered.

“I don’t know if there is a beginning. And I’m hoping this isn’t the end. I just feel like there is middle. Everything has been the middle. I can’t start at the beginning because there isn’t one. There is just you.”

“Me?”

Nancy nodded, taking a deep breath. “There is just you. And then there is me. And I’m hoping you and me could be an us.” Nancy’s teeth were digging into her bottom lip and Robin worried she’d draw blood.

“What are you—” Realization dawned on her. Nancy’s doe eyes and nervous expressions might have not been enough, but her words were clear. “Oh.”

Nancy nodded again, barely. “Do you think—”

“Yes. I like that. I’d really like to be an us.”

Nancy’s lips turned into a bright smile as she closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together.

“I wrote you a song,” Robin said about two weeks after their first kiss.

They were laying in Nancy’s bed, cuddling and kissing. It had been heavenly to be cooped up in Nancy’s flat the entire day. It had been marvelous to sink into her mattress and feel her lips all over her body. And now Robin was enjoying the warmth of her girlfriend.

“You wrote me a song?” Nancy asked with a soft voice.

“I did.”

“That is so sweet.” Robin could hear the smile in Nancy’s voice.

“I was hoping you would be in the video.”

“I would love to be in the video.”

They had agreed to keep their relationship to themselves until the video came out. Which Robin knew, logically speaking, wasn’t very long. It was supposed to be released in less than a month time so it would align with Nancy’s premiere.

But Robin was ecstatic about her new situation, and she had lasted about 3 days after they had agreed. It had at first been a slip of the thumb. She had taken this adorable picture of Nancy and couldn’t not post it. Maybe she could have used a more ambiguous caption than ‘gf reveal’ but she had slipped up. It was Nancy’s fault for being so cute.

It was only when no one believed her that she kept going, that she kept tweeting about Nancy and her dating. Not that it helped.

“They still don’t believe me. It’s insane.”

Nancy laughed softly. “At least I know it’s true.,” she said as she pulled the phone out of Robin’s hands and crawled onto her lap.

The premiere of Nancy’s movie was scheduled for Friday. The music video was going to drop Thursday. Robin smiled as she thought about it. But tonight, on this beautiful Monday evening, Nancy was curled up into her side as they watched the Late Night Show together. Nancy was on this episode and when she was announced Robin cheered at the screen, much to her girlfriend’s amusement.

“So, we have to ask, is there anyone special you are taking to the premiere on Friday?”

“Well, actually, there is,” screen Nancy answered, and Robin’s eyes widened. “I’ll be taking my girlfriend, Robin Buckley.”

Nancy’s arms tightened around Robin’s waist. “So, I may have told the world.”

“Yeah,” Robin replied, nodding at the screen, not even registering the reaction from the audience.

“You’re not mad, are you?” Nancy looked up with those soft doe eyes.

“Mad? Why would I be mad? I’m delighted. I’ve been talking about it for ages now. All I wanted was you and for the whole world to know.” She lowered her face to press a kiss on her girlfriend’s lips.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ronance fic

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kenziejones16789 · 1 year

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Drunk text

Okay so this story is based on a song I’m currently obsessed with called “drunk text” by Henry Moodie (hence the title :))anyway in theory it would work as a modern au but I don’t want to write to much modern and I have a story idea I would really love to do as modern so eventually that will come out. This ended up being chaotic but I like the idea so I’m just posting anyway. (Also I’m not including all the lyrics and I really request the song it’s great)

5th of November

When I walked you home

That’s when I nearly said it

But then said “forget it” and froze

Do you remember?

You probably don’t

‘Cause the sparks in the sky

Took a hold of your eyes when we spoke

“Y/N/N”

I hummed in response to my name, I was to comfortable to move I was pressed up to a warm body, whoever it was smelled wonderful like cedar and night-chilled mist I curled closer, distantly I was aware of the hard wood bench below me and the buzz of conversation around, but it had been a long day and I felt safe where I was. “Y/N/N, darling want me to take you home?” A broad hand swept gently under my chin and lifted my face I reluctantly opened my eyes azriels’ hazel eyes glowed in the light like copper against honey or sunlight through amber I lifted my hands to his face “you have the prettiest eyes azzy” there was a shift behind his eyes but I didn’t have the energy to pick up what it was, I don’t know how I ended up agreeing to go to Rita’s in the first place I had barely slept for days training with Magda was incredible but we had a difficult case and I had spent many sleepless nights trying to figure out how to help.

“I’m going to take you home” he wasn’t asking this time but I was quite happy to go home and pass out in my bed, i swayed on my feet when I stood up but Azriels hand was on the small of my back steading me his shadows wrapped around me as if they could help hold me up, I leaned into him as we said a quick goodbye to our friends and left the busy bar. We didn’t talk much but the silence was comforting, velaris was so still it was a stark comparison to the bustle of Rita’s it was calm and combined with the cool night air it helped clear the fog on my mind.

I lived in a little town house at the very outskirts of velaris, and I adored my home it had a white picket fence that held in the wild greenery because I liked to plant things but I wasn’t the best at controlling them and there was a tiny covered porch that azriel built me because he knew I loved to read outside and it had a big bay window out the front, i had a beautiful kitchen and I didn’t have room for a library so there was books on basically every surface, but my favourite part of my home was how close it was to the forest and the cliffs, so whenever I felt overwhelmed I could go to my favourite spots and everything would fall into place. Azriel slowed down the closer we got to my house, “Az?” He looked at me and stopped dead in his tracks when we where no more than four steps to my gate i turned to face him he ran his fingers through his hair hard, too hard “Az what’s wrong?” He was breathing hard i stepped towards him but then his breathing slowed “forget it, I’m fine don’t worry” he smiled softly and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, I cocked my head waiting for him to tell me the truth, he was my closet friend and we didn’t lie to each other, “I’m fine” he said again then he placed a kiss on top of my head and winnowed away leaving me alone.

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Yesterday, drank way to much

And stayed up too late

Started to write what I wanna say

Deleted the message

But I still remember it said,

I wish I was who you drunk texted at midnight

wish I was the reason you stayed up till 3

And you can’t fall asleep waiting for me to reply

“Azriel!” Cassian roared across the bar waving me over with the biggest grin on his face, i rolled my eyes and left my spot at our table to join him at his spot at the bar “Nesta seems to think that you would be able to drink more than me for some reason so we need test that theory” that was the last think i wanted to do what I really wanted to do was find Y/N and talk because I was going to tell her how i felt last night then i chickened out and just left and I wanted her to know why but before I could refuse cassian, nesta and feyre stumbled over from the dance floor laughing at each other she was supposed to be with them “where’s Y/N” they both pulled themselves onto a bar stool before answering “wellll our little Y/N has found herself someone to go home with tonight” Nesta said then her and feyre burst into laughter again, a riot of emotions overwhelmed me but I settled on resignation I missed my chance, “pass me that drink cass let’s prove Nesta’s theory”.

I tried to fly home but after crashing in a fountain I decided that walking might be better, i drank cass under the table then i kept going, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get her out of my head. I fumbled with my keys for a few minutes i dropped them twice before getting my door opened then i walked through my dark living room pulling off soaked pieces of clothing and leaving them strewn across the floor wherever the fell, i dropped into a scalding hot bath and let my head fall back against the porcelain my shadows purred to me and tried to tell me things I didn’t want to know, i shut them out the best I could I wanted to be alone.

An hour or so later I lay on my stomach in bed trying to sleep but I wasn’t tired so begrudgingly I rolled out of bed, what was the point of drinking that much if it wouldn’t even numb me enough to sleep, I shuffled to my little desk and lit a candle I picked up some reports and tried to get work down, my gaze shifted over the top of the paper to the blank wall over my desk, all of my walls where blank I never spent any time here this wasn’t home, the house of wind used to be nice, not necessarily mine but it was comfortable, actually if I thought about it the closest thing I had to home was the little townhouse that belonged to Y/N it was probably one of the only places since Rhys’ moms house in wind haven where I was completely relaxed and myself, I missed her, I wanted to go home, I wanted to go to my real home. I put down the report I wasn’t reading it anyway, and i pulled forward a blank piece of paper and i started writing to her.

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April the 7th

And nothing has changed

It’s hard to get by

When you’re still on my mind everyday

Sometimes I question

If you feel the same

Do we make stupid jokes?

Trying to hide that we’re both too afraid to say.

I was sitting at the edge of a cliff my feet dangling over the edge I relaxed back on my hand and watched how the sunset painted the sky all different shades of pinks and oranges, it had been a hard day at the clinic we where to late to save our patient and I couldn’t help but think of what I could’ve done better maybe they would’ve lived, soft footsteps came from behind me I probably wouldn’t have noticed them at all if I didn’t know azriel so well, he knew where to find me after a bad day he sat down beside me giving me a the space I needed we sat in silence for a while “you know I heard a great joke today, want to hear it?” I didn’t reply I saw him smirk out of the side of my eye “did the ocean say to the beach?” He paused for a while then with a big toothy smile on his face he said “nothing it just waved” then he started laughing at his own joke enough that it got me to smile and then slowly I started chuckling until it turned into full on laughs I slapped his chest lightly “that was awful” but I laughed while I said it he wrapped an arm around my waist and he pulled us both to the ground so we where lying in the soft grass “I thought it was an excellent joke” he said with a adorable pout on his face I laughed at the look it was rare to see him so expressive but slowly I began to remember why I came to the cliff and the laughter faded away and his smile went away “what happened?” I could feel tears building “I lost a patient, and I just keep thinking that maybe if I had done something differently then they would have lived” he caressed my face “I’m sorry, but it’s not your fault, people die it’s part of life and it sucks but it happened Y/N/N” tears started falling “I know I just I—“ he pulled me close to him and somehow it made every thing feel a bit better “its not your fault, you can let it hurt, but don’t let it make you doubt yourself, you are incredible and you save so many lives” I sniffling into his chest and nodded half heartedly and rolled onto my back but moved as close into his side as I could his arm wrapped around me and together we lay and watched the sky turn dark and the stars blink into existence.

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Oh, and here we go again

Destroy myself to keep a friend

Hiding away ‘cause I was afraid you’d say no

It was family dinner night and all of us where sitting around the giant dinning table designed for our growing family Nyx was happily mashing his already mashed potatoes into the table and Y/N who was beside him gently pulled his hands away from the mess and carefully cleaned each finger while making faces that had our nephew howling with laughter all of us where talking over each other and stuffing our faces, Rhys called over the table “oh Y/N I ran into Magda she told me about your internship congratulations” a chorus of congratulations filled and she smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes she seems uncomfortable with the attention “thanks Rhys, I’m not sure if I’m going to take it though” she had been thrilled about that internship when she applied getting in was a huge accomplishment “Y/N/N you have to go, you where so exited about it” she fidgeted with her napkin the table was quite “I don’t know, what if I come back and everything is different?” I forgot anyone was around us “it’s only six months” I said hating that I had to say always yes it was ‘only’ six months but that would feel like a lifetime without her, she looked at me she didn’t take her eyes away from mine “but what if it is az” she looked terrified “maybe some things will change but the way we feel about you, is never going to change when you get back we will be here awaiting your return” someone cleared their throat in the background and from the way nesta hit cassian it was probably him I could feel rhysands violet eyes boring into me Y/N nodded “okay I’ll go” the conversation began to pick up again I tried to convince myself I did the right thing by telling her to go.

Rhys, cassian, and i ended up in his study at some point after dinner with cups of whiskey, cassian was telling a story to try and fill the odd silence that had ensued when Rhys cut him off “you love her don’t you?” I smiled sadly “of course I love her” Rhys nodded his head slowly “then why did you push her to go” cassian looked between us quickly not expecting the conversation change “Because i would do anything to make her happy and the internship will make her happy, but i think you know that” he just nodded again and poured me some more whiskey, “don’t give up on her brother”.

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I wonder if I cross your mind

Half as much as you do mine

If I tell you the truth

What will I lose?

I don’t know

I had been back from dawn court for a few weeks and as much as I loved the experience i was happy to be home i missed my family but i especially missed azriel my very best friend, I knocked on his door, we where supposed to meet I was a bit early but he told me to let myself in if I showed up early so I pulled out my key and opened the door, his place was kind of a mess which is very uncharacteristic of him, i decided to kill time cleaning up his place I picked up the clothes on his floor and did his dishes which where piled up in his sink, he didn’t have a single clean cup or plate and then I moved to his desk and started tidying papers most of them where reports that should be filed away but there was a stack of messily written note some where written like letters some where just written on tore off scraps of paper or the margins of newspapers, i didn’t want to pry but just as I was going to abandon the desk I saw my name sprawled across one of the papers I pulled the piece of paper out of the pile delicately like it would crumble out of my hands and I started reading;

My dearest Y/N,

Today is a Thursday, and I love you,

I’ll love you today and tomorrow, and the next day, and even next week,

In four months I will love you just like I loved you yesterday.

40 years from now I will run my hands through my hair and smile at the thought of how much I love you.

I just hope that you’ll be with me through all that time I love you.

My knees gave out and I sunk into the desk chair my shaking hand came to my trembling lips I started routing through the letters looking for my name again, where they all meant for me or was it a fluke? There was another;

Y/N

I’ve fallen for your laugh, which is utterly contagious I’ve fallen for your smile, which makes me giddy for no reason at all. I’ve fallen for our late night talks when 1am arrives far too quickly. I’ve fallen for our jokes which I’ll remember days later and burst into laughter. I’ve fallen for how you make my day better, even if I wanted to cry a minute before. I’ve fallen for every second I get to spend with you, even if those seconds will always leave you wanting more.

Y/N

I knew I did from the first moment we met it was… not love at first sight exactly- but familiarity like oh hello it’s you it’s always going to be you, and I waited for you my entire life and you where worth every minute, so please for the sake of my shattered and exhausted heart don’t leave me I will take anything you offer but I need you in my life you make me better.

My love

It’s you it’s fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one I will ever want I belong with you, you are my home, I look at you and somehow I can see 100 years from now on the porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we are together. I need you, you are the only thing that matters. You are my good. And I will love you recklessly without words or empty phrases, I will love you with blazing truths and hopeless defiance and unapologetic beauty. I will love you forever and even when forever runs out.

There where more dozens more and I those alone had me sobbing he loved me, azriel, loved, me? “Y/N?”

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I wish I had sent you that drunk text at midnight

I was just scared it would ruin our friendship

But I really meant it

I wonder how you would reply

she spun to face me so face when I said her name it took me a second to register the tear tracks and red rimmed eyes “Az what is this?” My stomach dropped she was standing beside my desk holding one of my letters “you weren't supposed to see those” we remained standing on our separate sides of the room “they’re addressed to me” I had no response all I could do was stand in my living room and let everything fall apart “is it true?” She asked so quietly I nearly missed it my head slumped so did my wings behind me I wouldn’t lie to her and I wasn’t ready to face the rejection I nodded, then I heard her move and I could feel my heart start to break as I waited for her to leave because I wasn’t good enough I didn’t deserve her and now because of my stupid letters I was going to lose her friendship too, but instead of the creak of the door her warm body collided with mine her arms wrapped around my waist and held me tight, my entire body relaxed into her I buried my face in her hair that smelled like rain and pine and fresh baked cookies, discreetly wiping away the tears that had been threatening to fall, we dropped to the ground still tangled in each other she pulled away slightly and pressed her forehead to mine “you love me?” I laughed and shook me head at her “yes, I love you Y/N, i love you so so fucking much” she smiled and it warmed me from the inside out “good because I love you too” and with that she kissed me and I felt a snap, we pulled away for a second staring at each other in shock and then she laughed and it was the most joyous sound I had ever heard it was light and bubbly and it had me tackling her onto the carpet so I could kiss her again. She was it my mate, my mate and the love of my life and I was going to spend the rest of my life with her.

“Az?” I hummed my arms where wrapped around her waist and I was half splayed on top of her naked body my wings spread out over the bed, I had been practicing purring a moment before when she had been combing her fingers through my hair, “can I have the letters?” My head shot up from its very comfortable spot on her chest “what no! They are so embarrassing” she pouted “please” I huffed then kissed her deeply, “fine, but you can’t read them when I’m in the room” she laughed then pulled me down to her “thank you” she batted her lashes over those pretty Y/e/c eyes and I started peppering her face in kisses while she laughed and tried to get away I stopped and looked into her eyes “I love you” she smiled softly and brushed my cheek with her hand “I love you too”.

(Note/disclaimer: some of azriels letters are based on quotes or things I’ve seen before)

#azriel x reader #azriel fanfic #reader x azriel #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #slow burn #friends to lovers #angst with a happy ending #acotar

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 2 years

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Talking In Your Sleep

A/N- This was my most recent fic posted when my account got deleted 🥺 it’s another fic from my song fic list, and it’s a bit longer than the others, but i had so much fun writing this!!

Summary- Eddie lets you stay over at his place so you don’t have to go out in the storm, and while you’re sleeping he hears something strange. Something that sounds like his name…

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- Mentions of gore

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @hellfirewh0re @paola-carter @whiplaaaaaaaaash @ladyapplejackdnd @thatlonelypieceoftoast @efvyqrs

Words- 2.7k

You sighed as you looked out Eddie’s bedroom window. Pouring rain. More like a thunderstorm to be completely honest, but the wind and the darkness of the clouds made it seem like a hurricane.

“You don’t plan on driving home in that do you?” He asked you from his spot across the bed, his hair lazily tied back behind him as he took one last drag off of the joint the two of you had been passing for the last hour.

You had come over just for another one of your normal hang outs, smoke, talk, maybe watch a movie or two if there was time for it. But of course you forgot to check the weather before leaving the house and didn’t prepare at all for the storm. You groaned as you stood up, lifting the blinds a bit to get a better look outside. The rain was beating down hard on the window, the sky made everything look dark and grey and it was difficult to see even 10 feet in front of you.

“Yeah, i better not. I can always just wait it out though, right? How long is it supposed to rain for?”

“Pretty sure all night, you wanna just crash here tonight? It’s a lot safer, and a lot drier, if you wait until morning,” he looked at the black wristwatch he had on to check the time, “it’s getting kinda late anyways, almost 9:30.”

You jumped as the sky turned white with a crash of thunder. Storms were never something that scared you, but you couldn’t help it if the thunder and lightning caught you by surprise and made you slightly anxious. You turned back and made your way back to your spot next to him on his bed,

“You sure you don’t mind if i stay over?”

“Not at all,” he said with a smile, “pretty sure my uncle is doing an overnight at work so i’m sure he won’t mind.” He stood up and stretched his arms over his head, his t-shirt lifting up slightly around his torso, giving you a peek of his stomach and the trail of hair that stretched from his bellybutton to the waistband of the sweats he had on.

A gentle blush spread across your cheeks and you quickly looked away to hide it. The two of you had spent tons of time together, but you’d never spent the night at each other’s place before. The thought of it always made you a little curious though. After years of hanging out, being invited to come and watch their DnD sessions for Hellfire, and of course watching Corroded Coffin perform after he snuck you behind the stage at The Hideout, you couldn’t help but have a slow burning crush on the curly haired boy.

He was always so sweet with you, and it was pretty nice to have him be like your guard dog whenever you went out, scaring off other guys from trying to make a move on you. He was the first person to show you how to smoke, you helped him study any time he needed help with school, and overtime as you came to the trailer more and more you were noticing that his room was more put together than usual. Cleaner than you expected it to be.

You were always hoping that someday you’ll be able to be open and honest with him about your feelings, but the friendship you had meant too much for you to ruin with something as silly as having a crush. Recently, it’s gotten much worse than usual. He started appearing in your dreams.

It wasn’t anything abnormal, you’d always see people you knew in your dreams, that’s just how dreams work. But he was popping up more and more, and lately you’ve been having the same reoccurring dream each and every night for the last week.

It was cliché, you were a princess who needed to be saved from whatever fearsome monster your brain decided upon and Eddie was your knight. Every single night he would swoop in and rescue you, fighting off the monsters and sweeping you off your feet in his blood covered armor. But right as you were about to kiss him as a thanks for saving you, like clockwork, your eyes would open and it was morning. Of course you would wake up right before the best part.

But the thought of him coming to save you, his long hair flowing behind him as he fought off the monsters keeping you captive, his strong arms keeping you held tight as he swept you off your feet. God, the thought of him in a shiny suit of armor just made your heart flutter.

He looked around for some extra clothes for you to sleep in, picking up one of his old shirts off of the ground and a pair of oversized sweats from one of his drawers,

“Here, you can change into these. i’ll grab a pillow or something and sleep on the couch. My beds a lot comfier anyways, i’m sure you’d prefer it.” He said with a smile as he handed you the extra clothes, grabbing a pillow from his bed and stepping out into the hall.

As he left, you shut the door behind him, leaving it open just a crack as you pulled off your jeans and quickly changed into the sweats he gave you. They were definitely a bit bigger on you, but they hung comfortably around your waist as you tied up the string in front. You didn’t even notice Eddie peek into his room from the hall, a smirk on his lips as he watched you pull your shirt up over your head to change into the old band shirt he grabbed you. He finally spoke up as he saw you reach behind your back to undo the clasp on your bra,

“Need some help with that?” He said with a laugh, making you jump and cover your chest, rushing to shut his door.

“You pervert! We’re you watching me change?!” You yelled at him from behind the door, hearing him laugh from the other side.

“I was just coming back in to get a blanket, it’s your fault for not closing the door all the way.” You rolled your eyes as he kept laughing to himself, “Just finish changing so i can get it and we can go to sleep.”

You quickly changed into the shirt he gave you after slipping your bra off, tossing your clothes into a clear space on his floor. It was soft, and you couldn’t help but take a deep inhale as you slipped it over your head. It smelled like him. Musky, a little bit of weed, and just a hint of the lemongrass and eucalyptus incense he loved to burn after he smoked. You walked back over and opened his bedroom door, and giggled as he stood there with one hand over his eyes, peeking through his fingers,

“Are you decent?”

You smiled and pulled his hand away,

“I’m fine, you can look, just don’t be weird.”

He smiled as he watched you walk over to his bed, admiring how you looked in his clothes. Though it was just an old shirt and sweats, the fact that it was his clothes covering your figure made him feel… He wasn’t sure exactly how to put it into words, but it was definitely a good feeling, seeing a girl he admired wearing his clothes, about to climb into his bed. He’d be stupid not to try and sneak in next to you, holding you tight all night, the calming rain hitting his windows, giving your body a comforting squeeze each time the sound of the thunder and lightening crashed.

“Eddie, you’re staring.” You said with a giggle. He didn’t even realize he was staring as you climbed into his bed, pulling the covers over you.

“Sorry, just weird seeing someone else in my clothes.”

“Good weird, or bad weird?”

He shrugged, slipping his shirt over his head as he looked around his room for another blanket,

“Good weird i guess.”

The two of you smiled at one another, relishing in the comfortable silence of his bedroom as the rain splashed outside.

You heard another loud crash of thunder outside and jumped, gripping the covers in your hand as your eyes shot to the window, seeing the sky glow a quick white before going back to darkness. Eddie could see how nervous you were, gently shaking under the blankets.

“You want me to stay in here with you?” He asked, sitting at the edge of his bed.

You nodded silently, sitting yourself up and making some room for him next to you,

“Will you just stay in here with me until i fall asleep? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, if you get tied then-“

“I’ll stay.”

He quickly cut you off, assuring you that he’d stay as long as you needed him too. He smiled and climbed in next to you, keeping himself above the covers as you settled into his bed, resting your head onto his soft pillows with a yawn.

You turned onto your side and reached over to turn off the light, your body facing away from Eddie as he carefully lifted up the blanket on his side, making sure to give you some space. He’d give anything to be closer to you, but he didn’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable.

You shut your eyes and tried your best to think up different scenarios to help yourself fall asleep but with Eddie being so close to you, in his bed, his scent surrounding you, all you could think of was the same dream you’ve been having.

This time it was a giant, fearsome dragon, keeping you hostage inside their cave. Your arms were tied behind your back, your dress torn, your face dirtied with mud and bits of dried blood from all the other knights who met their gruesome fate trying to rescue you. Just as the dragon was slowly making its way back towards you, it made a piercing scream, making you shut your eyes in fear. Peeking through your eyelids, you could see someone standing at the other end of the cave, sword and shield in hand as the dragon approached them. Another knight, here to rescue you and bring you back home, safe and sound. You had witnessed too many of them lose their lives from the merciless dragon. You shut your eyes, not wanting to watch another one of your saviors be gruesomely killed, but you could hear everything that was happening before you.

The dragons loud screeches, the sound of the knights sword clashing with the hard scales, his armor getting scratched and dented from the dragon fighting back. You had heard it too many times before, and you knew within seconds the knight would have his last breath as the dragon finished them off but with one last screech from the dragon and a loud thud, you slowly opened your eyes.

There he was, standing before you, the dragon bleeding from the large gash in its neck from the knight delivering his final strike. His armor was beat up and scratched, his face littered with specks of blood and dirt, his long curly hair had strands that were matted with blood, his chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

He approached you and cut the ties around your wrists, your arms slung around his shoulders to bring him in for an embrace, one hand reaching to hold his cheek,

“Eddie…” You said quietly, the corners of your lips turning into a smile as his arms reached under your legs and behind your back, carrying you out of the cave and to his fearless destrier to bring you back to your castle.

As he carried you, all you could do was stare up in adoration at him for showing so much bravery and courage for rescuing you from peril. No one had been able to defeat the dreaded dragon that had kept you hostage, and yet he was able to do it so easily. He could keep you safe. He made you feel safe.

Once he was able to carry you back to his steed, he carefully set you down, keeping his arm around your waist as he helped you up, quickly grabbing hold of the reigns as he sat himself in front of you. You wrapped your arms around his torso and held him tightly, your head rested on his shoulder and the exhaustion from the whole ordeal finally hit you, your eyes slowly closing as you whispered,

“Thank you…”

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As Eddie laid in bed, he rested his head on the pillow next to yours, trying his best to stay up as long as he could to make sure you were fast asleep before him.

He looked over at your still figure next to him, making little noises every now and then as you drifted off to sleep. He sighed and turned over with his back to you, trying to keep himself from wrapping his arms around your frame and holding you so close to him all night to comfort you from the thunder and lightning that had been frightening you. It was difficult, and it was frustrating, but it was what he had to do to keep from leading to an awkward morning.

He heard a few whimpers from you and shut his eyes to try and force himself asleep but he couldn’t do it, not with you so close to him. Just as he was about to give up and make himself pull an all nighter to try and keep from holding onto you, he heard his name softly escape your lips,

“Eddie…”

He sat up in bed, turning himself back to face you, but he didn’t notice that as you slept you had tossed and turned your body to his. You let out a few soft groans and whimpers, and he couldn’t tell if whatever dream you were having was sweet, or a nightmare. He gently placed his fingers onto your shoulder to check if you were awake,

“(y/n)?” He whispered, “You ok?”

You were fast asleep, and he figured out that you must’ve been talking in your sleep from whatever dream it was you were having. But why were you saying his name? Could you have been dreaming about him?

He laid himself back down next to you, facing your body and his eyes wandered over how peaceful your face looked as you slept. So sweet, so calm, so pretty. He watched your lips as you let out a few tiny whimpers and before he had the chance to move any closer to you, you slowly moved yourself forward and closed the gap between your bodies.

He was stiff laying there as your arms wrapped around him, holding onto him as you still slept, not knowing what your own actions were doing to him. As soon as he was certain you weren’t going to let go any time soon, he relaxed himself under your touch, his arms carefully moving around you to hold you gently, not wanting to wake or startle you.

Your touch was comforting to him, soft even as your head rested itself on his shoulder, your chest slowly moving as his hands slowly moved up and down your torso. His lips curled into a smile and his eyes slowly shut, a slow wave of exhaustion finally hitting him as the two of you laid there in one another’s arms. Just as he could feel the faintest bit of consciousness escape him, he heard you whisper once more,

“Thank you…”

He didn’t care if you were actually saying it to him, or whomever it was that you were talking to in your dream, but he knew deep down that you were thankful for everything he had done for you that night.

Letting you stay over, lending you his clothes to sleep in, offering his bed to you and staying with you to keep you comforted from the thunder and lightning as you slept next to him so peacefully.

The next morning was definitely going to be an awkward one, the two of you holding each other so close when the furthest you’ve come to snuggling was holding each other during a particularly terrifying movie. This time it was different. You were holding onto each other so delicately, almost lovingly, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head and whispered to you before succumbing to his slumber,

“Goodnight (y/n)…”

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mamamittens · 5 months

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I spent the first half of my day at work daydreaming an official plot with Nikia. Still not sure where exactly to place her on the timeline in terms of age, but I'm ignoring it for the time being.

I also successfully napped but getting out of bed was hard lmao

OC rambling thoughts under cut

Specifically working up her character progression over her lifetime and a very sweet plot that (of course) derails the original plot a bit later. Marineford of course because I love very specific fanfic things.

Mainly the "this new character makes wider changes in very small and unexpected ways" and "the out of left field person does the thing multiple others have failed to do".

Look, if I'm shipping her me with Thatch, I'm not doing the OG ending. That's just depressing as fuck lmao, I'm already perpetually single irl, I'm not fantasizing eternal maidenhood into my daydreams. I'm not that fucking weird. I do actually like romance as a concept.

I also internally examined some things and the size shifting devil fruit fits harder than I originally thought though I'm still work shopping the details of how it works. Mainly how to do what I want it to do (change wing size and boob size because I can't imagine running and flying with H cups, I'm sorry, not even in anime. Shit hurts). I was thinking changing the size of individual parts would work fine within reason. Mainly handicapped by balance. Too much or too fast and you'd just be falling all over the damn place whether something grew bigger or smaller.

Also what kind of transition happens. Like, when she grows big or shrinks, if there's some sort of effect. I thought it would be cool if there's steam or smoke. Would make a really great scene if she gets pissed and stalks forward, growing in height with every step, only to stop while towering over someone and just exhales smoke in a hiss. Very good visual. Much love.

Workshopped what kind of haki she's naturally good at. Already knew it would be observation haki and armament later on while training to be a ranger for flying in blizzards. Hail hurts like a bitch lol. No conquerors but thought it'd be neat if she could 'slide under' by minimizing her presence. Big hitters could still flag her but the common ones would miss her completely. Observation specifically works as long range sensing/vision and minimal intent/emotion sensing. She's naturally very 'quiet' in her own haki which means she absolutely sneaks up on folks very easily even if they're good at sensing people.

I just spent 10 minutes writing the plot I came up with but deleted it so I can surprise y'all later and also it's late so I need to go back to sleep lmao

Ya know, before I completely spoil everything

#mittens rambles #one piece #one piece oc #nikia oc

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totowlff · 2 years

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chapter six — barbarazweige

➝ the annual lauda family christmas dinner had one hard-and-fast rule: no cell phones. but some rules are made to be broken.

➝ word count: 2,6k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author’s note: there are days when i get discouraged from writing. days i want to give it all up and delete everything. today is one of those days. but my desire to tell stories is great and i know there must be someone who reads and appreciates every chapter. and, in a way, it would be unfair to that person to stop the story halfway through. so i dedicate this chapter to you, who silently follow my work and appreciate it. hope you like.

DECEMBER, 2013

Elisabeth blinked a few times, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.

She was ready.

After putting the mascara back in her bag, she looked up to the mirror again, in order to wipe away a bit of pink gloss that had strayed out of the corner of her lips. Then, she took a step back, assessing the outfit she’d chosen for the evening: dark jeans and a gray knit sweater.

“Perfect”, she thought, pulling out a stray thread that was caught in the weave of her sweater.

Considering how busy every member of the Lauda family was, it was only to be expected that they’d have to book a date to get together, with no phone calls from the factory or excuses to get up to go to the office in the middle of a meal. The date they’d all chosen was the night of Christmas Eve.

Elisabeth loved this time of year. In her opinion, Vienna bloomed to life during the month of December, its streets filled with color and movement, with street markets and bright decorations that made the facades of shops and houses even more beautiful than they already were. After a year of spending more time on planes and at race tracks than she’d spent at home, returning to her hometown felt very special.

She picked up her cell phone from her bed, quickly glancing at the time on her lock screen. Startled by how late it was, she left the room in a hurry. She should have left her flat in the city center a long time ago to go to her parents’ apartment in Alsergrund.

Grabbing the black coat and the red scarf that were lying on the blue armchair in her living room, along with her car keys and black purse, Elisabeth walked out of her apartment and headed into the parking garage, the click of her heels echoing down the long hallway.

Inside the elevator, she straightened the scarf around her neck when she realized which one she’d put on — it was the same red one she was wearing on her last visit to Brackley.

The memory of the kiss sent heat rising to her cheeks. She hadn’t exchanged a single word with Toto since that day. She didn’t have the courage to say anything to him directly, only speaking to him through occasional messages and calls to his personal assistant. She was just too embarrassed.

Elisabeth couldn’t deny that she’d been wanting to kiss him since that New Years’ Eve, when she was with him in his office. However, she didn’t want to mix business and pleasure, especially not with her father’s trusted business partner and, in his own way, his friend. She needed to draw some boundaries in the relationship, somehow. She took a deep breath and turned away from the mirror, and waited for the elevator doors to open. Then, she left the elevator and headed for her black Mercedes.

The drive to her parents’ apartment was uneventful. There were only a few cars on the streets of Vienna. Most people were already in their homes, celebrating Christmas with their families. However, that didn’t stop her being late for dinner, which provoked some good-natured teasing from Lukas as soon as he opened the door for her.

— Did you get lost on the way here, Elschen? — he asked, taking her coat and scarf.

— Sorry, I left later than I’d planned — she replied, while her brother hung the coat on the coat rack next to the door. Then, she noticed that her mother had left a vase of Barbarazweige on a table in the entryway, the branches full of closed flower buds. “Mom must be frustrated with this”, she thought, staring at the vase for a few seconds.

— For a change — Lukas muttered. She gave him a playful slap on the arm.

— Have Mathias and Claire arrived yet? — Elisabeth asked, following her brother into the living room. She could hear the sound of the fireplace crackling and her father talking to Shivas, his golden retriever. It filled the entire house with life.

— Yes, Claire is helping mom with dinner, in the kitchen.

Her eyes went wide with surprise.

— But Claire…

�� She insisted — Lukas shrugged — We tried, but neither me nor Mathias couldn’t convince her to just take it easy in the living room.

She laughed, shaking her head.

— I’ll go help them — Elisabeth said, smiling, before heading into the kitchen. Even before entering, the scent of the goose roasting in the oven filled her nose, making her mouth water, as well as filling her heart with a fond nostalgia.

Stopping in the doorway, she couldn’t help but remember the hours she spent on a stool in that kitchen with her siblings when they were younger, decorating gingerbread cookies that would be hung on the Christmas tree, with Tasso and Luna, their childhood dogs, looking for crumbs they dropped.

Those memories are what made Christmas so special for her.

— Earth to Elisabeth — her mother’s voice pulled her out of her reverie. She blinked a few times until she focused on Marlene’s face, who was smiling at her. She had a pot of boiled potatoes in her hands, probably for the dumplings she made every year — Could you help me with this?

— Yeah, sure — she replied, stepping forward to take the pot from her hands and setting it on the table next to Claire. She was seated, chopping the red cabbage for the salad that would accompany the Christmas goose.

— Hi Claire, how are you?

— Hi, Elisabeth, I’m fine — she replied, setting the knife down on the cutting board, smiling at her.

— And how’s my favorite nephew doing? — Elisabeth asked, looking at the bulge of her belly.

When Mathias and Claire revealed they were expecting a child, the entire family was ecstatic. It would be Niki and Marlene’s first grandchild, as well as Elisabeth’s first nephew. Everyone was even more excited when they found out it would be a boy. “Another boy to drive us crazy with cars”, she thought at the time, as her father peppered her brother with ideas for his grandson’s name.

— Lenny’s doing great — Claire glanced down, smiling at her belly — Just kicking more than usual.

— Looks like we’re not going to have another driver in the family, but a football player! — she laughed, while she opened a drawer, searching for the potato masher. When she found it, she went back to the table and started mashing the potatoes for the dumplings.

— I highly doubt it, considering Mathias made a point of decorating the entire nursery with race cars — Claire said, making her and her mom laugh.

The relationship of her brothers, especially Mathias, with motorsport was extremely strong. As hard as Niki had worked hard to discourage them from considering a career in motorsport, he couldn't stop his children from following their dreams.

When the family moved to Modena for Niki's work as a consultant for Ferrari, it didn't take long for Lukas and Mathias to mingle with other boys with the same passions as them, which led to them frequenting the city's go-kart track, all without telling their father.

Niki had only found out that his sons were competing in and winning kart races when he visited a track by chance. When he asked who the two red-helmet drivers were, he was told they were "the Knaus brothers".

Elisabeth clearly remembered when her brothers arrived home, still wearing their overalls, helmets in their hands, heads down. Shocked at the way her children had tricked her into claiming they were attending the town's football club, Marlene insisted on grounding them for a month. Niki wanted the punishment to be even longer, as they were doing something very dangerous. Lukas was devastated for the first few days, but it didn't take him long to accept that what he had done was wrong. However, Elisabeth could see from the gleam of Mathias's eyes that he would not give up so easily.

And he didn’t.

From then on, the two boys were closely watched by their parents. However, even after returning to Vienna, Mathias continued to frequent a kart track near the Kaiserwiese, using his mother's maiden name again. Mathias kept his secret hidden quite well, until one day, when Elisabeth caught him putting his race overalls in his school bag. It was no use arguing with him, much less asking Lukas to intervene. Mathias was determined to race, even against his father’s wishes.

After discovering that they had been lied to a second time, their parents had different reactions. While Marlene spent nearly an hour scolding the boy for lying and his siblings for covering up for Mathias, Niki just tilted his head and told his son to do as he pleased.

And that's how her brother's career began.

— I hope they’re at least Mercedes — Elisabeth replied.

— They’re Ferraris — her sister-in-law said — You know Mathias is crazy about Ferrari.

— Traitor — she muttered. Claire and Marlene both laughed.

As she was mashing the potatoes, Elisabeth noticed there was another vase of Barbarazweige on the table, as well that all of the buds on the branches were closed, just like the ones in the entranceway.

— The flowers didn’t bloom this year, mom?

Marlene turned to look at the branches, and sighed.

— No. I thought it was strange. They always bloom before Christmas Eve.

— Maybe the weather has something to do with it? — she suggested, as she carried the pot of mashed potatoes to her mother so she could continue making the dumplings.

— It’s possible — Claire said, shoveling the chopped cabbage into a bowl.

— I don’t know, actually — Marlene said, opening the fridge to get some eggs — Maybe it just means that nobody in our family will get married next year.

“Here comes that wedding story again”, Elisabeth thought, with a huff. She was pretty sure Claire had sensed her frustration as her sister-in-law quickly added.

— Maybe nature is just a little late this year.

Marlene eyed her daughter in-law suspiciously.

— Is it just me, or are you defending Elisabeth?

Claire shrugged.

— Just you, Mrs. Lauda — she smiled. Elisabeth laughed.

— You two — her mother said, shaking her head.

The rest of the dinner prep continued with animated conversation and laughter. Elisabeth helped her mother take the goose out of the oven, and made the butter sauce for the dumplings. As the women took the dishes to the table, the men of the family filed in from the living room, admiring the spread.

— Everything looks delicious, mom — Lukas said, pulling out a chair and sitting at the table, petting Felix, the brown Flat-coated Retriever Niki adopted few months before.

— Thanks, dear, but this time, I need to give Elschen and Claire credit. They’ve helped me a lot this year — Marlene said, smiling as she settled into her seat.

— And with the way this family is growing, we’re going to need more hands soon. Maybe another woman in the kitchen. Right, Lukas? — Elisabeth muttered, nudging her brother with an elbow after placing her cell phone on the table.

— You should take your own suggestion and find yourself a boyfriend, Elschen — her brother said, laughing. Her face turned red as her mind filled with the image and feel of Toto’s lips against yours.

— You’re the oldest, you first — she countered, smiling mischievously.

— You two — Niki said to both of them, while seating at the head of the table — Can you stop with this dumb discussion in the middle of Christmas dinner?

— We’re just kidding, dad — Lukas said, putting a hand on her shoulder — Aren’t we, Elschen?

— I wasn’t kidding when I said you should get a girlfriend — she muttered, making her brother roll his eyes.

— Elisabeth Renate — her father said, scolding her.

After a few seconds of resistance, she gave in, giving her father a smile.

— Of course I was kidding, dad.

— You better be — he mumbled, a stern look in his eyes.

— Well, let’s eat — Marlene announced, gesturing to the plates on the table.

She had just poured herself a glass of red wine when her phone vibrated against the table. Looking at the screen and reading the name on the caller ID made a shiver run down her spine. Elisabeth definitely hadn’t expected a call from him that evening. She was about to pick up her phone to answer it when she caught her mother’s disapproving gaze.

— What did I say about phones at the dinner table, Elisabeth?

— Mom…

— Elisabeth, you know the rules.

— But, it might be important — she argued.

— What can be so important that it can’t wait until after Christmas Eve?

— I don’t know, and that’s exactly why I have to find out — she replied.

She rose from her chair, phone in hand, and walked into the living room. She could hear her mother’s heated protests, as well as her father’s words of appeasement, as she approached the fireplace with a chill building in her belly. Taking a deep breath, Elisabeth pressed the green button to pick up the call, and held the phone to her ear.

— Hello?

— Good evening, Liesl — she could make out Toto’s voice against a background of loud conversations and children’s laughter.

— Good evening, Toto — she replied, a smile coming to her face — How are you?

— Okay, how about you?

— I’m fine.

— Good — he replied.

She hesitated for a few seconds, wondering what he could possibly want.

— Is something wrong?

— No, nothing’s wrong, I was just calling to wish you and your family a merry Christmas. I tried calling your father a few times, but he didn’t answer.

— He wouldn’t dare touch his cell phone on Christmas Eve — she replied, laughing — Mrs. Marlene’s rules.

Toto’s laugh echoed on the other end of the line, making something in her chest tighten. If Elisabeth thought those weeks of estrangement could lessen whatever she felt for Toto, she was sorely mistaken.

— Does that apply to you too?

— It applies to everybody.

— You mean you’re breaking your mother’s rules right now?

— Yes — she laughed — But it’s for a good reason, so she’ll understand.

— And what reason would that be? — he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

— You — she replied, not realizing how strange that sounded until the line was silent for a few seconds. “That was dumb, Elisabeth”, she thought, putting her hand to her forehead.

— That makes me feel special.

— Well, you are special, Toto — she said quietly, but quickly added — To all of us, I mean.

On the other end of the line, Elisabeth could hear the sounds of footsteps and Benedict and Rosa’s voices fading. Then, she heard the sound of a door closing. He’d probably gone into his office — the same one where they spent New Year’s Eve together, almost a year ago now.

— Look Liesl, I know this is a strange call, given what happened in Brackley, but — he started to say, his voice lowered, as if he didn’t want anyone to hear him.

— It was nothing — she said, interrupting him.

— Nothing?

— Nothing.

— So… It meant nothing to you? — Toto asked, the tone of his voice changing to something serious, almost anxious.

Elisabeth hesitated for a few seconds.

She wasn't used to lying. The last time she had lied was when she didn’t tell her parents about Mathias' adventures in karting, and that was only a lie by omission — it wasn’t the same thing. In this situation, she felt like there was no other way out.

It was the best thing for everyone.

It was also the best thing for her heart.

— Yes. It meant nothing, Toto. It just… Happened, but — she said, trying to sound confident.

There was another long silence.

— Okay, then — he sighed — Merry Christmas, Liesl.

— Merry Christmas — she muttered, hearing Toto end the call.

She took a deep breath and took the phone from her ear, staring at the black screen for a few seconds. Then, she sank down into one of the armchairs, her gaze fixed on the vase on the coffee table. All of the flower buds were still closed, as her mother had pointed out while they were in the kitchen.

All but one.

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