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mamayan · 6 months

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Hii can I request Gyomei x prostitute fem reader nsfw.....plsss

Gyomei Himejima x Fem! Reader

cw: NSFW • Darker Themes • Attempted murder (of reader) • Fem! Reader • prostitute reader • Fluff/Comfort • Size kink • Breeding kink • Sub/switch! Reader • Edging/Denial • Overstimulation • Oral (F)

“Namu Amida Butsu. Pitiful creature.” He doesn’t need vision to understand what was going on in the lively square of the red district tonight.

Normally a bubble of carnal desires and pleasure, many forgot the festering underbelly of this part of the city. He’s on a mission, needs to focus and do his job, but something keeps stopping him.

Possibly the kakushi by his side crying softly, pitying the poor soul on a trial meant to convict whether the offending party is guilty or not. How can an upright samurai be in the wrong in any way? It must be the fault of the lowly whore which should have known her place. Such disgusting beliefs made his gut churn, but he’s aware there is little one can do in this situation.

He needs to leave, walk away, and kill the demon living just on the outskirts of this district.

So why won’t his feet move?

“This bitch is getting what she deserves, and let her serve as a warning to all the workers in the district!”

“Oh no, is he going to decapitate her?!” The kakushi beside him gasps in horror, drawing his focus away from his chants to regain his will power and instead breaking his concentration as he focuses on the slurred drunk words of a man. The crowd is thickening, attention drawn to the spectacle but most of all, the promise of blood shed. “Gyomei-sama…” it would appear the kakushi wishes him to intervene.

He can’t. He’s not supposed to anyway. He knows nothing of the woman’s crimes nor any clear indication on how to pass judgement.

“For trying to run from the great Habuyoshi who mearly admired the beauty! For daring to raise these weak fists at the great Habuyoshi! For biting the dick of the great Habuyoshi! I am putting this filthy dog down!” The crowd was cheering, jeering him on, even begging he kill her after violating her for the crowd to watch, or wanting to do it themselves. Gyomei had heard the red light district was filled with glistening gold and red, and it enrages his heart to think such an auspicious color is tied to such a festering diseased place. No one won here. Ever.

Before the kakushi could move, he’d already made his presence known, easily knocking the samurai unconscious.

The crowd stared in awe and fear of the enormous man wielding only prayer beads, defeating the well known samurai of the area so easily with only a single blow.

“Who owns this prostitute?”

None speak up for a moment, tension thick in the air as a savior appears for a once thought dead woman.

“M-me…” an elderly woman far past her prime shakily steps out, her guilty and shifty expression not seen by the man looking at nothing, but her nervous energy radiated off in waves for all to feel.

“I’ll buy her.”

“Gyomei-sama?!”

“Huh—?”

You awoke with minimal pain.

The jarring events of the night prior swirling in your mind and dumbfounding you because what was that?

You nearly died because a strange man grabbed you off the street while you were running an errand and tried to rape you in an alley way. Of course you fought back, but it seems that’s a crime if the perpetrator is stronger than you.

Tears fell despite your anger. You were no longer a prostitute, your freedom seemingly bought out of kindness but you knew not to trust anything given freely. There’s always a price, and your life thus far had taught you to be witty and at least somewhat charming. Though it hardly did much for you last night when the crowd roared for your execution like your life meant so little.

Your new owner is more terrifying than your previous house mother. At least she’d been open about her greedy vile mindset, but this man is nothing short of an enigma. Why did he save you? What is the purpose? What should you do now? It left you riddled with anxiety as you sat in a bed more comfortable than you could ever remember sleeping in, the blankets and pillows too of better quality than the red light district ever provided even for the top courtesans. You’d been given plain but high quality clothing as well, allowed to bathe alone, and then fed a vegetarian meal so delicious you wondered if the Buddhist monks had it much better than you gave them credit for.

Now you slept, in a room all to yourself, with no idea of what was to come next.

Did he want you as a wife? That didn’t seem right though. He didn’t appear the romantic type, and his size alone mildly frightened you despite his soft demeanor and speech. Were you to act as a servant? Did he wish to sell you to another area and call it good karma, leaving the matter as that? It ate away until you could no longer stand it, rising from the bed you longed to stay in forever, and slipping out of your room to explore the estate.

It’s shockingly empty.

Not a soul in sight as you explored, stealing bread from the kitchen as you walked, pondering the possibility of ghost servants. You felt silly and dismissed it, but the eerie silence was begining to get to you. You turned and headed for an opening, finally finding a serene courtyard. You were awestruck by the landscape, attention quickly caught as you spot a small pond with a bridge.

Hope bloomed and then flourished as you spotted several fat pretty koi swimming about, different colored patterns moving around and hypnotizing you.

“Ssshhwink!” You jolted in shock at the loud sound of a blade being struck, eyes honing in on the source as you see a training ground of sort in the distance.

Shock was the least of your current emotions as you watched the enormous man, your supposed savior for now, swing around an axe and spiked flail attached to a very long chain. Surrounding him were multiple dummies, made from steel, as if you weren’t already shocked silly. For someone so large, he was graceful and fast, skilled in each tiny movement and it nearly made you think of a dance you’d seen long ago at a festival when you were a child.

He’s no one ordinary. That’s clear enough, and he’s not a samurai it seemed either.

He could kill you quicker than that man before and he could’ve killed that man too but chose not to. Your heart trembled, because you knew those that hesitated left empty handed, and if his goal was merely to rescue and abandon you then you’d find yourself back to being sold off or worse.

You needed him to keep you, no matter how his appearance made your knees weak.

“Are you hungry?”

One week. You’d been in his estate one week and this was the first conversation you’d had with him since that night he saved you.

“Namu Amida Butsu. Thank you.” He accepts the lunch you prepared, as you learned fast that once he’d brought you into his estate, he’d been abandoned by his cooks. His servants who cleaned or kept things in order were incredibly well trained and avoided you similarly. You’d been cooking his meals and leaving them outside his room in the morning, and he’d usually be gone for most of the day until very late evening where you’d leave his dinner outside his small study or prayer room.

This was your first chance to initiate contact with him, and it made you swallow your nerves as you came up eye level with his abdomen. He accepts the tray, sitting at the small table in the open courtyard. He repeats his chants while you observe him up close for a moment.

He is handsome in a rugged way. His scars surprisingly only adding character. His thin lips and long lashes would’ve made many woman jealous as well.

“This is very delicious. You’re a good cook.” You startle lightly from your day dream as you stare at him with wide eyes, his face still tilted down as he eats.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He hadn’t expected to find your company so pleasant.

Your presence was easy, comfortable and enjoyable after you warmed up more, chattering away similarly to the love Hashira at times. It made a strange sort of fondness form in his chest as he listens to your opinion on cherry blossom season, and why mochi is best served cold.

He finds himself rushing now after missions to return to his estate, something he’d never have done in the past. If only to hear your greeting of “welcome home” which makes the estate he’d been given actually feel like one.

You held his hand a few days ago, pulling him quickly and quietly to feel the soft fur of a sleeping cat you’d taken to adopting. He remembers the feel of your skin, the fragility of your hand within his, and how tiny you are. It shouldn’t affect him like this. Yet even as he sits below the icy fall of water in a lotus pose, his aching erection won’t ebb.

He’s ashamed the first time he wraps one big calloused palm around his leaking shaft and fucks his fist to the thought of you.

He’s even more ashamed when those thoughts haunt him in your presence.

He’s alarmed however when he wakes tonight to the sound of his shoji sliding open. Not by the intruder, your footsteps much louder ironically when you attempt to be quiet, but by the timing.

He released his cock and laid still, strangely nervous to appear asleep should you check.

Why were you in his room?

He chants in his mind when he hears fabric rustling, then a plop on the floor as something slides and falls. Were you… undressing?

His room felt hotter, or it may have possibly been him, as the sound of you nearing alerts him to a reason you’re here tonight.

“I know you are awake.” You sound bemused.

“I know you should be in bed.” He replies more shakily than he’d hoped to sound.

“I am trying, but you won’t seem to move over for me.” His breath hitches, and before he can think he’s scooting aside and feeling anxious for the first time in a long time. He’s too old now to be fearful of such a tiny woman, your charms and allure certainly difficult to dismiss but you shouldn’t make his hands sweat like this.

“Fuck,” he doesn’t mean to curse, but when you press your nude figure tight against his side, he nearly embarrasses himself by finishing what he’d started before you’d interrupted. Not that he nor his cock minded your company, in fact it twitched as if excited about your presence.

“It feels better if you face me.”

“What are you doing?” He feels flustered, hands desperate to grab you but unsure exactly if he should.

“Seducing you…?” He hears now the unsure tone you speak with, the way your fingers curl into his yukata to prevent him from pushing you away. He shifts and turns, the futon thankfully custom for his size and fitting you fully as he finally touches you. Your face first at least.

“Are you looking at me?”

“Yes.”

“Am I pretty?” He chuckles, smile making you press your thighs together due to the sheer masculine charm he oozed.

“You are soft.” He drops his voice as he presses a hand to the middle of your back and pulls you closer. His body radiates heat like none other you’ve ever felt, all pillowy muscles and smelling of sandalwood and sage, and something else beneath it that made your teeth ache. “You are considerate and empathetic.” His hands smooth over your cheeks, nose, forehead, and lips. “You are cute and witty, I find I laugh most in your presence.” His thumbs lightly graze over your eyes. “You are intelligent. I feel I can confide in you and be understood.” Down your jaw and chest, over your shoulders and down your arms to your hands shaking lightly. “You are also mischievous, I never know what you’ll come up with…” his hands come back up, one loosely and easily encircling your entire throat. “Like sneaking into a man’s room in the middle of the night and climbing into his bed naked.” He means to sound chastising but his lust is difficult to mask. Your giggle lets him know you take it lightly.

“Not some man’s room… your room, Gyomei.”

It’s like you want to set him off.

“Should I go?” He can’t deny the way it ignites him to have you here.

“No.” He groans lightly, hands finally taking the dip you’d both been aching for and feeling your chest. “You don’t get to leave now. At least not until you explain what is it is you search for.”

“Relief?” He frowns, but becomes quickly distracted by the malleable flesh in his hands, thumbs brushing over pebbled nipples and drawing little sighs from you.

“A-and… I guess confirmation.” He pinches on little bud, rewarded with a tiny moan and the arching of your back.

“Confirmation for what?” He murmurs, debating if you being atop him would be easier.

“That you like me.” He halts, startled by the confession.

“You thought I didn’t like you?” He clarifies, finally deciding and easily lifting you up by the hips to sit on his stomach, thighs on either side of him.

“I didn’t know if it was the sort between lovers or not…” he nods, finally understanding.

“I want you deeply, sweet girl.” He doesn’t miss the shiver which shakes you when he calls you that, smile tilting higher into a crooked smirk as he lifts his hands and runs them over your ass, gently squeezing each cheek and then moving to touch your thighs.

You don’t speak as he feels you up, quiet aside from small pleasurable mewls when he plays with your breasts or spreads your ass and let’s cool air hit your cunt.

“Do you touch yourself?”

“Y-yes…?”

“To the thought of me?” You feel your body heat.

“Yes. Always to the thought of you.” Your answer makes him groan, hips rutting up into nothing as he squeezes your hips.

“What do I do to you then, in your fantasies.” He’s desperate to know, desperate to recreate it. Your nails dig into the muscle on his chest, dwarfed on top of him like this.

“Oh, well, I… sit on your face.” He quirks a brow at the odd fantasy, unfamiliar with such an act.

“And do what?”

“Let you lick me, down here.” He allows you to guide his hand to the warmest place on your body, his mind blanking as he realizes.

“Oh.”

“We don’t have to do that though, let’s do what you want—oh!” He’s hauling you up like a doll onto his face, thighs spread on either side and your pussy spread and easily accessible now for his mouth. Gyomei doesn’t hesitate now, tongue slipping out as dragging through your folds as if he’s done this before. He hasn’t but he makes up for it with his wide and powerful tongue and eagerness to learn.

“Gyomei! I—ngh~!” Your moan when he licks at your pussy is more than he ever imagined. The wanton swivel of your hips as you grind down only make him more feral, large hands firmly on your ass and keeping you pressed down. Oxygen the least of his concerns as he licks and sucks until your writhing and digging your nails into his hair while you cry out for him.

He likes this act much more than his own daydreams of being intimate with you, the heady taste of your slick and sounds of your pleasure like a drug.

“I’m going to cum—!” You’re so close it’s a wonder you don’t tip over even as he lifts you completely off his face.

“H-huh?” You sound dazed and confused, so cute it makes him want to settle you down on his face again but he stops himself.

You’re on your back, looking up at his figure not blanketing you, one arm keeping him up as he lifts your chin and kisses you. You taste yourself on his lips.

“You can’t cum yet.” You feel irritable having your orgasm denied, pouty expression unseen but tone converting your emotions.

“Why?” Gyomei smiles, kissing you again and forcing your mouth open to play with your tongue, sliding his thigh between your own so you can grind on him for relief.

He breaks away with a string of saliva connecting you for a moment, warm breath fanning over you. “It will hurt taking me, but it will hurt less if you cum while I’m inserting it.”

Oh. It made sense actually.

Except he doesn’t move ahead to fucking you like you wanted, asking you for more fantasies you‘ve had of him.

“Using your fingers…” and he opened you up more than any man has ever with his fingers alone. Two alone stuffing your poor cunt seemingly to max and once more bringing you to the edge until you felt like crying when he pulled away.

“Shh,” he cooes, mildly upset he’s causing you distress and equally amused by how cute he finds your grumbling as he rearranges you again. This time he just rolls your clit gently with his thumb and kisses you, lavishing your neck in love bites you’ll surely need help covering in the morning and then giving attention to your breasts.

“Gyomei please!” Your third denial felt nearly painful, your core cramping with the desperate need for release as you wiggle and struggle beneath him.

“You’ll be very sorry if I take you now, be good for me, little lotus.” He kisses away your tears of frustration, once more spearing you open with two fingers until you’re moaning and rolling your hips into him, then he adds a third.

He stills when you hiss in pain, concern painting his features as he moves to pull them out only for your hand to stop him.

“It’s okay! I’m alright, it just stings a little.”

“We can stop here, I’ll make you cum and we can go back to sleep—,”

“No! I want you, please.”

He feels hesitant until you begin to relax, body finally accepting three fat fingers stretching your little hole out as slick drips down his palm and soaks into bed below.

“G-Gyomei please let me cum, I can take you even if I do, I just need—!” You’re so close again, but he’s stringent as he pulls free from your soft tight walls with a pop. Your whine of frustration goes ignored as he finally reaches his own limit.

“I’m going to sit you in my lap.” You’re pliant in his hold as he sits up and drags you with him, placing your back to his front as he unties his yukata and allows himself to be free. He gives himself a few pumps, balls swinging heavy as he sits down with you.

You regret looking down in curiosity. Having known some men, despite being quite big physically, can have small penises.

Gyomei isn’t one of them apparently, his caution not without cause as you see the enormous cock he carries, the thick veiny shaft frightening and leaking pre-cum like a stream. Even his balls were ridiculously large, and you briefly pondered taking his offer of going to sleep.

You shook it off as you felt a gentle kiss to your temple, body relaxing as he began another round of torture to your clit with more gentle rolls with his fingers.

“Relax for me, you’re being so good, all mine,” he’s mumbling, body tense as he holds himself back and prepares mentally to keep calm as he lifts you up and lets the plush tip kiss your entrance. Then you’re feeling pleasure and pressure like nothing you‘ve ever felt before, mind going blank as you cum while he stuffs you to full capacity, Gyomei similarly struggling as he moans feeling your gooey walls contract and try to push him out even as gravity drags you down on his cock.

“Gyo—hah—!” You can hardly breathe, body struggling to connect the pain while you’re writhing pleasure as he wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you up and down, still touching your swollen nub, bullying his cock into you one inch at a time. Your squeals of shock and euphoria nearly make him lose it, and when his tip finally smushes up against your cervix, he cums hard.

“I-I can feel it filling me—,” your eyes roll back as hot spurts of cum pump into your womb, Gyomei’s arm like an anchor as he groans and rocks you gentle against him.

“Feels so good…” he’d never known sex could feel like this, that you felt like this, but he’s unable to pull out despite his cock becoming sensitive. Instead he keeps you in place, plugging your little hole with his cock and keeping every drop of cum inside you where it belongs.

That thought startles him. Did he want to make you pregnant? Did he want a family?

More than anything—

Gyomei groans, hushing you as you whine and wiggle in his lap, feeling his cock swelling thick and hard again inside you. “Gyomei—s’too much,” you feel like you’ll burst, body already exhausted but he’s hardly done it seems as he begins to bounce you again, feeling more akin to a toy as his shaft splits your pussy open. The slick squelching noises blend with your moans and his grunts, his cock burying itself as deeply as possible each thrust as he murmurs praise down into your ear.

“So good for me. Taking all of me so well,”

“Do you like feeling my cum inside you? Do you want more?”

“I’m going to fill you up again, make you nice and full.”

“Going to put a baby inside you, let everyone know you’re mine now.”

You’re gone, too cock drunk to do much else but cum around him and moan, drool spilling down your chin in a thin line as he takes away all coherent thoughts.

You awake the next morning sore and groggy, face confused as you look at a room not your own.

You glance down at the arm keeping you trapped, merely draped over you but so weighted you’d need to wake him to move.

He got you filthy last night, cum coating all of you inside and out before he’d washed you and put you to bed. The memory brings heat to your face as you burry yourself into the bed and smile.

He’s yours now too.

Your story to be told as one from rags to riches.

Dividers/@cafekitsune

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Day 26 — Face Sitting

Pairing || Beefy!Librarian!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 1100

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names, size kink, begging, teasing, face sitting, oral (female receiving), hair pulling, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Kinktober Masterlist

It’s been one of your favourite places to go for the last few weeks—the small and cozy library that was nestled relatively in secret that not many people knew about it. And that was probably for the better because you felt right at home wandering the almost empty rows of shelves which held endless stories for you to get lost in.

Once you had found a couple of books, you would sit and read on the sofa that's been dubbed as yours in the best and secluded area of the library. No one interrupted you as you sat with a cozy book and a warm drink in hand, except, of course, every once in a few hours, an exceptional someone would check up on you—the extremely hot librarian, and you didn't mind at all for his interruptions.

Along with the books and intimate environment, he was another reason for you to return regularly. You honestly couldn't believe that such a hot and kind man existed. And that he was a huge book nerd like yourself was the cherry on top. He was so dreamy, your absolute dream man, and luckily, you and he had become close the last few weeks, very close.

You were currently rereading one of your favourite books—getting so lost in the cherished story that hours passed without you even knowing. That was until you were reminded that it was late and closing time.

“Hey, doll.”

You gasped as you got pulled out from the book that you'd been so focused on. Looking up from the page, you saw him resting against a bookshelf—arms crossed over his chest and a tantalizing smirk curved on his lips. He looked so snug and beautiful with his warm sweater hugging his broad torso and glasses framing his handsome face.

“Oh, hey, Bucky,” you smiled at him.

“It's late.”

You looked out of the window to find that nightfall had covered the city, and you hadn't even noticed.

“Yeah, it is.”

“And, uh, there's no one here.”

You perked up your ears to listen for any sounds, but it was dead quiet in the library.

“So,” you closed the book, “we’re all alone here? Just you and me?” You smirked at him as you tossed it to the side.

“Uh-huh,” he smirked as he walked closer to where you were sitting and took off his glasses—anticipating where this scenario was heading.

“Well then.” You got to your feet, and you both stared at each other for a few seconds before closing the gap between you two—lips finding one another and molding together as you kissed your needs away. His hands held your hips in a delicate grip while you fisted your fingers in his long hair.

He pulled you with him to the sofa and laid down with you on top of him—never breaking the kiss or his rousing touch on you.

“I want you to sit on my face,” he muttered between kisses.

“W-what?”

You pushed on his chest to break the kiss and looked down at him which furrowed eyebrows.

“Sit on my face, babydoll.”

“I-I-”

“Shhh,” he caressed your cheek, “don't think, baby, just do. I need you on top of me. I need it so bad, please.”

Although his request left you quite flustered, the way he was smiling so charmingly at you, along with his encouraging begs, had you put your insecurities to the side and do as he wanted.

“O-ok, Bucky.”

Once your pants and underwear were off, you scooted further up until you were situated just where he wanted, with your thighs on each side of his head and dripping cunt right on top of his face. He held a firm grasp on your hips as he moaned at the sight of you.

“Surrounded by my two favourite things, books and you, babydoll,” he groaned before he nuzzled his face in your pussy, licking from your opening to your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue on the sensitive nerve, making you moan softly at his action.

You thought he would eat you out, but instead, he decided to be a tease and kiss and lick everywhere but your needy cunt, making you whine out in protest.

“Please, Bucky,” you sweetly begged as you started to move your hips, hoping it would entice him to put his heavenly mouth on you.

Finally, after your convincing begs, he wrapped his lips around your sensitive nub, altering between licking and sucking, making you moan and whimper at the instant pleasure. The added sensation of his scruff on your skin made you clench your thighs around his head.

One of your hands tangled in his hair while the other rested on the back of the sofa. The pull on his locks made him groan against your core. The vibrations had delicious tingles flow up your spine, making you shiver on top of him and lose your balance, despite Bucky keeping you upright with his muscular arms. You collapsed forward, resting your forearms on the armrest as he continued to eat you out.

His lips released your clit to lick up your gushing slickness, moaning at the taste of you. “You taste so good, babydoll.”

Once again, the delicious vibration had you weak and trembling as your eyes shut tight to revel in the pleasure. Moans, whimpers and pleas of his name went on like a broken loop as you started grinding on his face, wanting more.

Bucky held you still as he returned to his assaults on your swollen and throbbing clit that was in need of being sucked and stimulated.

“F-fuck, just like that, Bucky. Feels so good,” you mewled in pleasure.

You wouldn't last much longer. Not when Bucky took great advantage of the angle and exposure of your dripping cunt on his face, putting his expert skills on you.

You sobbed and convulsed as you came on his face, seeing stars in your eyes. The orgasm intense as he continued to suck your throbbing clit through your high.

Bucky was a kind man, so he tried his best to prolong your pleasure as he licked and kissed your abused clit and dripping slit while you came down.

Once you were fully satisfied, he pressed sweet and comforting kisses on your inner thighs while you pet his hair to show your appreciation.

He helped you sit upright and held your hips as you were still very unsteady. His breath fanned your core, making you needy for more.

“You know, I've wanted to do that for the longest time, doll.” He smiled up at you, making you all flustered.

“T-that was really g-good. I, um, c-can you do t-that—”

“Again?” He finished with a satisfying smirk on his lips. “I'll continue on for as long as you want, babydoll.”

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fourstarsoutofnine · 8 months

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I'm so sorry if you've gotten too many Four requests already, but I SWEAR YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE I TRUST ENOUGH TO DO THIS 😭🥺

anyways! i have this scenario in mind: Four working on fixing/making a blade or he's relaxing and he's wearing a sleeveless shirt, so reader gets to see his arms and holy shit there's no way those arms weren't chiseled by the goddesses themselves so reader immediately gets a dumb dreamy smile with heart eyes and all. So while in their very clear admiration and fawning over Four (Four is the only one that hasn't noticed), when the smith approaches them they end up absent mindedly blurting out a very... not so subtle compliment of what they've been looking at on him for a while now. Feel free to decide what happens next.

whether Four and reader are already in a relationship is up to you but i think it'd be funnier if reader just has the biggest crush on him and he had NO idea gshdjshshdjsjdjsj

A/n:I genuinely think yall are mindreaders bc I’ve been wanting to write this too😭I’ve also been thinking about how he’d be literally so buff👁️👁️also thank you so much for entrusting me with this🫡four is one of my favorites and I always enjoy writing for him so don’t worry!

Forge

Four x reader

You don’t know how you ended up in this situation.

Actually, yes you do. You’re just a little foggy. I mean, how could you not be? Hot room, steam coming from the heated weapons dipped into the water….

Your boyfriend standing there working tirelessly, and doing so while looking effortlessly beautiful.

Let’s set the scene. You’re in the forge, in his Hyrule. He was beyond elated to be back in his own forge again. He figured he could finally make a weapon the champion couldn’t break, and it’s exactly what he was attempting to do now. You had a front row seat to the show, too. Blacksmithing always intrigued you, and even more so after you got with the smith himself, so you were more than excited to see him in action. You just didn’t account for how little you’d actually pay attention.

I mean, how could you? You sure tried, but your mind was so full yet so empty at the same time as you watched him work.

You didn’t understand how someone could look so perfect. All you knew was the strength that lay under his skin could only have been put there by the goddesses themselves. You were just delighted to have seen it in your lifetime.

Sweat beaded on his face, seeping into the headband he kept wrapped around him in hopes both hair and sweat wouldn’t fall into his eyes. He raised the mallet in the air and it came crashing down onto the hot metal in what would’ve been a loud bang, but you were too focused on the way he moved to care about it. Everything was muffled around you and it seemed you two could’ve been the only people in the world. Your heart pounded against your chest from either the heat of the fire or the man in front of you, you neither knew nor cared. He was like a song, you determined. The way the strength of his body was the perfect tune to the lyrics of his wonderful mind and soul would be one you could listen to over and over—and the tapestry of beautiful and poetic sentiments you thought of him was one woven so thick you’d be able to sleep under only it during the coldest of winters.

You’d been stuck in your own head about it for so long that you gained a lovesick smile. The thought of being held by him, kissed by him, or Hylia—even spoken to gave you that giddy feeling in your chest, like the butterflies swirling there wanted to fly out the moment you opened your mouth. He’d been watching you for some time, wondering when it was you’d notice he was looking at you. Finally his words broke through.

“Y/n..!” He laughed. “Hey, I’m talking to you..” he tilted his head to look at you with a quirked smile. “You alright..?”

“Huh?? Oh—yeah..” you sunk in on yourself at being caught daydreaming, face blooming a bright red with the blush extending into your ears and neck. “I’m fine…”

“What’s on your mind, dove? Huh?” He rested his cheek in his hand. “What brought out that smile you had earlier?”

Oh goddess, oh jeez— “uhm—uh—it’s-um—“ your words only became more jumbled as his smile got wider. His eyes filled with that same look yours had been only moments ago. He was just as in love. Your brain hit the panic button. You were no longer in control. “You. Your arms. You’re hot.”

His eyes widened and he leaned back in a loud laugh. Your cheeks puffed up and you looked down, embarrassed. When his laughter died down a bit, he walked over to you. “Oh, goodness, I love you.” He stood on his tiptoes and caught you up in a kiss. You melted against him and wrapped your arms around him, kissing back. His snaked around your waist and held you firmly there. When you pulled away he got a mischievous grin. “So my arms, huh?~”

“Oh shut up!” You shoved him away, covering your face. He just kept laughing. It’d be all too fun to tease you in the future, and you knew exactly what you were in for…

You didn’t exactly mind.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu four #lu four x reader #four x reader #four linked universe

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liliths-missing-pen · 11 months

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Infirmary Date With Baul Zigvolt

Summary: Baul finds him in a situation landing him in the camp infirmary where he meets a healer. This first encounter seems to be the first of many.

Character: Baul Zigvolt x F!Reader

Word Count: 522 words

Warnings: ‼️BOOK 7 SPOILERS (SORTA) ‼️ In this one shot the reader will be fae, this is for the canon story to make sense (sebek’s mom being fully fae), also I personally haven't read the translation of book 7 and I'm only taking bits and pieces from my knowledge so everything may not be exact. Mentions of war and blood.

Masterlist

In the midst of a war-torn zone, where chaos and destruction reigned, Baul Zigvolt was immersed in a perilous battle that seemed to be leaning in humans' favour. The valley's once beautiful and stunning surroundings were scarred from the numerous years of battles upon the land.

With each crackling bolt that surged from his magic pen, he dreamed of peace amongst the fae and protecting those he held dear. However, as the battle raged on the humans seemed to be gaining an edge over the fae. A circumstance that many were not expecting. Baul knew that for these upcoming weeks, months or years even that he would be needing to put in his 110% as long as he served with, or even without General Vanrouge.

These were some of the thoughts that raged through his head as he laid on the stretcher waiting for one of the healers to come help as his chest wound continued to ooze out blood. He grunted in pain as he felt the pain get worse. He would get back at those humans and show them that they shall not challenge a Zigvolt!

"Sorry for the wait sir! Lots of fae arrived at one time." You rushed to his side. A young lady with h/c hair, you had your satchel at your side along with their magic pen in hand. Neither of you had the easiest work by far. Yet the man in front of you was staring at you intently, whether it was out of curiosity or eagerness for you to hurry up so then he could get back into battle was a mystery to you.

You peeled back his amour and clothing where the wound was as you couldn't heal it without being able to see what type of damage was done by the wound. "A blunt sword hit…" You mumbled under your breath, it was odd to see these as many soldiers opted to either use magic or sneaker ways to hurt the fae that you've seen walk into camp. "I see they're starting to play more rough and brutal huh?" You asked as you started working your magic to heal him up.

"Yeah," he grunted out. "It seems like they're pumping out new strategies every day.." He informs, you quickly put back his clothing and assist with his amour but seeing his hands battered and littered with big and small scars that blood was seeping out of you couldn't help but take his hands and heal with as well.

"Sorry I couldn't help but see and think how painful those much be." You chuckled embarrassed at your actions but it seemed like the right-hand man of the general had an effect from it.

"I appreciate it, thank you," he stated as he made his exit from the infirmary.

"I hope to see you soon Zigvolt, don't come back too soon!" You said, yet you knew that they wouldn't listen as it was a common occurrence to see Baul Zigvolt and you just hoped that one day, you wouldn't have to see him in the line of duty or war.

#🐉 | lilith’s writing’s #book 7 spoilers #twst spoilers #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #baul zigvolt #baul zigvolt x reader #twisted wonderland diasomnia #twst diasomnia #diasomnia #baul zigvolt fluff #twst book 7 spoilers

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erenspussy420 · 1 year

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Babygirl Pose with the House Wardens pt 1.

You read this right.

Sometimes I like to think I’m hilarious.

TWST Guys who may or may not do the Babygirl TweetTweet Pose: The Answers may surprise you!

GN Reader Insert, however Darling is used instead of Y/N

THIS IS JUST DUMB CRACK I WROTE WHILE I WAS AT WORK

Slightly NSFW , so I’m gonna add a cautionary MDNI, 18+ Only!

Remember this blog is a NSFW one, so please beware! Be kind and courteous!

Reader is coming in with so much confidence this will work.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Doesn’t even know what a ‘babygirl’ pose is, until Cater tells him

He’s so upset with you, Darling, why? Why do you have to do this to him? And right in front of his strawberry tart!

Will keep denying to do that scandalous, undignified pose of a man of his shortness stature. Even if you have to get on your knees and beg him.

He loves you darling, no doubt about it, but please think of his blood pressure when you pull your ‘memes’ on him and bring this poor guy a sweet tart.

After the long day of learning babygirl poses from Cater, he would CURIOUSLY do it once, in the privacy of his room with no one else in sight. Did it and immediately felt shame.

Leona Kingscholar: NO, but also YES

(You/ Darling texting: Babe you love me enough to do a babygirl pose for me right?😘 )

(Leona : -last seen at 12:45 pm)

He’s so sick of your shit sometimes, Darling. (He loves you, I swear)

You must really love doing life or death situations, or Leona just loves you enough to not kick you out right there- to keep doing this shit to him.

Consciously would never do this, would rather go put effort into his classes and graduate than do any of your memes.

HOWEVER, Leona is a lion, he got that instinct though.

Handsome lion man waking up from a good ass nap, sleeping on his stomach, gets up all groggy and just stretches.

Someone must love you enough to have you walk in on this purrfect moment, to see him on his knees doing a lions man version of a babygirl pose, HIS BOOBS ARE POPPING THE SEAMS OF HIS SHIRT HERE. He’s doing this cute kneading too!

His ears twitch at the sound of your camera shutters, he snaps awake at what he’s doing and sees the phone in your hand

“Tch, So you got what you wanted huh? Well darling guess what I want? Gimme that phone.”

Kalim Al Asim: YES

He would do this actually, agrees with a cute charming laugh then proceeds to ask Jamil what that is!

`After a long scolding from Jamil, he would still do this for you of course! All in the spirit of fun! Or even not so innocent fun ;) Obviously this is a very private thing you do, can’t have images of the future heir of the powerful Al-Asims come out now do we?

Kalim doing his babygirl pose, decked out in these fancy turquoise and gold silk fabric, that draped over his body and very close to showing off those valuable Al-Asim jewels of his. JUST the fabric. His makeup touched up dark teal and shimmery gold flecks, making the beautiful red ruby hue of his eyes pop out. Beautiful crafted gold bracelets with these tiny jasmine flowers made of opal decorating it with matching anklets.

He’s looking up at you with these hooded eyes, and a cheeky grin. While the original pose is cute, Kalim is taking a more arching back shot for you~! Enjoy his cute ass!

Keep clicking away, this is hot stuff going on!

Take as many photos as you want, he’s not gonna stop you. He’ll ask if you have any other requests

“My precious treasure, did I fill your heart's desire? Haha, now come here and help me slip these off. I still have more for you to see~”

Vil Schoenheit: YES (surprised? Me too)

FIRST OFF WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THE CONFIDENCE TO ASK THIS. You actually begged him for an hour.

He would actually do this.

Demands you hand over your phone first, before turning it off and keeping it in a drawer for now.

You want him to do that ridiculous babygirl pose? Fine, he will then. He’s Vil Schoenheit, one of the best actors out there, and still rising in the ranks, this is nothing to him.

This man! This man on his sheets, slipping into a beautiful plum colored silk robe embroidered with silver tree branches, loosely tied and the hem cut short, so please I begging here appreciate this man’s thighs–

His pose has him leaning towards you, with a slow crawl of a predator, your hands are shaking and you’re wishing you had your phone because you sure as hell want a video of Vil swaying his hips as he comes towards you. Those half lidded eyes with a piercing look, his hair down and loose that brush over his collar bone that peaked out from his robe.

WELL TOO BAD HE TOOK IT.

You’ll have to burn this image into your brain, there’s no other way! (Except if you paid attention you can hear the zealous whimpering of a hunter trying hard not to let his excited cries escape.)

You’ll remember this no matter what. Cause this is the only time he’ll ever do this for you. If you ever asked why he did this, seeing as he shot down other trends, the babygirl pose would have been one of them. However, Vil would gracefully toss his hair back with an amused glint in his eyes.

“Well, no one will ever believe you.”

#twst headcanons #twst kalim #twst leona #twst vil #vil shoenheit x reader #twst kalim x reader #kalim al asim smut #twst riddle rosehearts #riddle roseheart smut #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst riddle #reader insert #crack twst

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jacksonlywife · 6 months

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Just A Bite

(SVSSS Characters React to their S/O bite their neck)

TW: A tiny bit Suggestive

(GN!Reader)

Shen Qingqiu:

The Qing Peak lord, Shen Qingqiu. He is known for his ruthless attitude against his disciples and people he despises. He does all that with elegance in his structure. A beauty who can hurt if needed.

You had managed to shoot an arrow through his heart and get his love. A surprise really. Many people at Qing Peak prayed for your safety, worried that you may get hurt by him. Surprisingly he was kind and didn't say more than needed while with you. That made you fall harder.

It was a regular day and you decided to visit Shen Qingqiu in his room. You dragged your feet in and got his attention.

“Dear? Is there something you need?” He said with a modest tone putting down a book he was reading. Then an idea to tease him got into your head. It probably had consequences but you couldn't help it. You flopped behind him confusing him and then bit his neck.

“Eek!” Shen Qingqiu flushed and covered the part you bit. “W-what was that?” He said blushing like hell dumbfounded.

“Felt like teasing that pretty face of yours.” You smirked.

Shen Qingqiu was a crimson colour shaking and touching the part you bit.

“I’ll get you back. Mark my words.”

Luo Binghe:

Luo Binghe. A strong being feared by all. At his young age being neglected made him become one of the strongest. Incredibly handsome as well.

You had fallen in love with him. At first you thought of just being one of those people falling in love with someone you’d never get. Since he was so handsome and could choose anyone. Though that changed when he reciprocated your feelings.

Now all you see when you guys hang out is an affectionate puppy dog begging for attention. Adorable indeed.

Today you decided to do something that’d probably make him go red. You wanted to tease him. You saw him training sweating profusely and knew this was the best chance to go ahead and do it while he was distracted.

You bit his neck playfully wrapping your arms around his waist making him flinch in surprise.

“H-huh?” He says flustered as he sees you.

“Aw, just wanted to make you flush.” You say smirking. Now you waited for his reaction to become even more redder but you felt strong arms pin you against the wall and saw Luo Binghe open his mouth.

“My turn.”

Liu Qingge:

The loyal, arrogant, and strong man found in a cave by Shen Qingqiu, injured. He’s known for being hot-blooded and despising people who are weak. You could tell millions you were in a relationship with him and probably only eight would believe you.

This man just seems incapable to date as some say. Though you clearly deny that because you've seen his other sides.

He is hot-tempered, yes but that's because he sees smiling and happiness as a weakness. If you catch him smiling he’ll probably glare at you and blush. It's cute.

Today you felt like teasing him. You caught your partner sleeping under a tree, sitting up with his arms crossed like he was ready for anything.

You snuck to him and crouched down trying not to make noise. He probably already sensed your presence but doesn’t mind it because you're his beloved. Then all of a sudden. You bite his neck.

He goes absolutely shook and just stares as the situation finally hits him.

“D-did you just.” His eyebrows furrow in irritation but a blush crept on his cheeks and ears.

“Yes I did.” You smiled.

“The hell.?” He mumbles, rubbing the part you bit. “You're so incredibly weird.” He flushes deeper and all of a sudden grabs your face with one hand with a strong grip and kisses your lips roughly.

#cute #suggestive #romance #x reader #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #liu qingge #fluff #neck bite #bite #let me bite you

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d0llylove · 1 year

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♡friends? [2]

♡pairing: saiki kusuo x f!reader

♡synopsis: art class put you in a sticky situation, having to pair up with someone you were uncomfortable with led saiki to save you from that. but things didn't go too well even after that.

♡t/w: sorry I forgot to add the reader was mocked in this fic for her art skills 💀

♡link to pt1: indifferent , pt3: furry feline

♡note: 'thinking', "saiki speaking telepathically"

ah yes art class, everyone's favourite lesson. not because everyone loves art, but probably because it's the one class where people could slack for it and get away with it.

obviously, kusuo was never a fan of art class to begin with. due his powers, he could draw the perfect replica of anything. almost as if it was traced line by line.

"spilt up into pairs and draw each other's portraits."

upon hearing that, you knew you were doomed. you always hated doing pairwork. not because you couldn't do it, it was because you had no one to do it with. you were ensure whether people just never noticed you to begin with or are actively avoiding you. either way, you still held a resentment against any sort of pairwork.

kusuo wanted to be careful with who he picked, he had already outed nendo and kaidou.

'I've got no one again?'

this familiar voice.

'I suppose she's struggling to find a partner.'

kusuo could see the you from the corner of his eye. it wasn't too obvious but you were sulking, probably beat up by the fact that no one approached you.

you face lit up as you saw someone walking towards you, he had weird lips but who cares?! this was the first time someone has spoken to you today!

saiki knew that there was no way he was going to let you end up with someone like takahashi.

"saiki-kun, if you haven't found anyone to pair up with, do you mind partnering me?" the class's most gorgeous girl, teruhashi kokomi had approached saiki.

he thought for a second, before giving a quick nod and then pointing to you.

"e-eh? could you tell me what you mean?" teruhashi seemed confused as she looked over his shoulder to see you with takahashi, seemingly very uncomfortable.

"let her join," saiki said with his signature expressionless face. teruhashi immediately started panicking over the fact that he was trying to include you. she took a peek at your face as you backed off from takahashi, in a polite manner trying to tell him that you weren't interested in the date he was asking you out to.

she felt horrible for you, having to be paired up with someone that weird. however, her heart fluttered when she realized why saiki was trying to invite you to their group.

'saiki-kun is always so thoughtful! helping out a girl in distress, I'll let you do it this time. even if it means sacrificing time alone with the most beautiful girl in class!'

'not really, it was out of pity.'

"o-oh wow!" you gasped, upon laying your eyes on teruhashi, you were speechless.

'why are you saying oh wow to teruhashi.'

"y-you're seriously asking me to join your group?" you repeated your question for the second time now, still in shock that teruhashi asked you.

"yeah, the more the merrier!" teruhashi gleamed clapping her hands together with a smile on her face.

you gave her a nod, before turning to saiki.

'this guy... is.. saiki, right? I think so, he has so many friends, it would be bad if I didn't know his name...'

looking at him, you grinned, "pleasure to meet you saiki-san!" he looked at you with a blank expression before giving you a small nod.

'a man of few words huh?'

'you're not wrong.'

"i just wanted to let you guys know, i'm not the best artist, so i'm really sorry if I draw you poorly," you let out nervous laughter, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your uniform.

"no worries, we won't judge!" teruhashi was quick to lighten the mood up.

♡

the three of you decided to take turns drawing each other. teruhashi would go first, saiki second then you last.

you sat beside saiki comfortably, as the gorgeous lady who sat opposite the two of you had a nervous smile on her face and flushed cheeks.

"are you okay, teruhashi-san?" you asked, looking up from your sketch book when you noticed how nervous she seemed.

she gave you a quick nod, quick to deny the fact that she was feeling nervous and blamed it on the large amount people surrounding the three of you.

'must be hard being the prettiest girl huh..'

you peeked over to your side, saiki sitting calmly beside you. your eyes blew wide as you saw the drawing of kokomi, it was far to realistic for a normal sixteen year old student to draw. you looked up, at saiki.

'c-could it be?'

'crap! she saw it,' saiki's brows furrowed as he awaited your response, as if it was a gamble, to see whether he won or lost it.

'saiki is secretly the world's best sixteen year old artist?!'

'she's truly an idiot.'

♡

"I'm finished with mine!" you exclaimed, proudly showing kokomi your sketchbook. teruhashi's excited smile immediately switched to a disgusted look for a spilt second before regaining her composure.

"w-woah.. [name]-san... its truly.. something," kokomi grinned nervously, trying her best not to hurt your feelings. even though her feelings were hurt. you didn't know but in her head, she couldn't believe her eyes, your drawing was well, to put it nicely, horrendous. it made sense why kokomi was so upset.

her eyes in your sketchbook were uneven, one big and one small, they weren't even placed correctly. her nose was just two big dots, no nose bridge, nothing. her lips? it looked like a toddler drew it. actually the whole image looked like a toddler drew it.

'I didn't know you were funny.' saiki had an unnoticeable amused smile plastered on his face.

'but it's really ugly.'

♡

bonus: (everyone's reaction to your drawing)

your popularity actually got boosted up so much when you teamed up with teruhashi. it went from a 49 to a solid 78.

that was until you showed her your drawing. everyone who was surrounding you guys were absolutely horrified by the sight that stood before them.

many of the guys started scolding you, yelling horrible names at you. however, saiki saw that coming, he made sure to use his powers on you before they could start making fun of you.

basically what you saw was completely different. in your eyes, everyone just saw your drawing, then just stood there quietly.

however, in saiki's eyes, when people were yelling at you, you just sat there, smiling calmly. it only lasted a brief moment before kokomi stopped it, telling them to stop treating you poorly because she thinks that you both are friends.

at the end of the day your popularity raised by an astonishing one! sitting at a solid 50! it did pull up from a 20 earlier when you were getting bashed by your classmates. but you never noticed so it's fine!

#saiki kusuo x reader #saiki x reader #saiki no psi nan #saiki k #kusuo saiki #kusuo x reader #saiki kusuo

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unholywriter · 20 days

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Stars | Jaime Reyes x Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff.

Paring: Magic Reader x Symbiotic alien infused bug boy.

a/n: I know it’s definitely not the time of year for Christmas but enjoy. 💙🪲

It was later, and your shift was ending. Working at a bar downtown in Palmera City, you never knew what kind of rambunctious shenanigans would unfold. But, for Christmas Eve, it was quiet. It was a godly slow day, not many stopped by aside the few occasional regulars wishing good holidays. Thankfully, it was coming to an end. Setting up the bar stools on the table, and making sure all was clean, capped and put away. You slid out the door, locking it behind you. Palmera was nippy, but it doesn’t get too terribly cold around this time of year.

Pulling up your scarf you walked looking at the text message from Jaime, your lover. A smile blanketed your face.

Jaime: Close went good?

You: Yes. Just stepping out now.

Jaime: Need a pick up? I’m near by.

You: What, a roof top a block over?

Jaime: Hey, rooftops are peaceful. 🥺

You: So is being wrapped up in my bfs arms but, sadly you like rooftops more. 😈

Jaime: You’re not going to let me live that down huh? Also, lamp post. 😂😭

As you read the last part you halted immediately. You were a few inches from running into it. You took a breath in and smiled looking up to the sky to see a silhouette of a particular blue looking suited boyfriend of yours. But you knew he was grinning ear to ear underneath that mask.

“tfihs em oot sih edis.” You whispered. Now it was your turn to grin ear to ear as you materialize right beside him. You swore a squeak left his mouth.

“Dios mío mi amor!” He hitched his breath, dramatically placing his hand on his chest. “You know you could have just let me come down and meet you right?”

“Maybe I like the rooftops too.” You smile, and move in closer to embrace him. He embraced you back, and just like he read your thoughts, and well. Khaji reading his; the suit’s mask dematerialized revealing his gorgeous face underneath. And damn those beautiful brown doe eyes of his.

“You were just teasing me about it.” He rolled his eyes, his grip gently squeezing you.

“I know.” You placed your lips against his tenderly, running your fingers though his hair as he kissed you back just as sweetly. “I’ve missed you JaiJai.”

“Sorry for being gone a week, I thought we caught wind on a lead for Ted.” He said grimly. His mood changing only made you soften your expression with more concern.

“How’s Jenny?” You pulled away slowly. You still didn’t leave his touch though. But you knew making sure he was okay and being his emotional support is more important than craving deep intimacy at the moment from him.

“She’s doing well for someone who found out her father is alive. Just not knowing where he is, you know. She’s worried.” He began to explain, his tone and pace nerve racked. You could only assume because, Ted, being his predecessor. A man he’s never met before. Definitely an unregulated, stressful situation. Not only that, Jenny and Jaime had some moments together. But, she stepped away knowing you two were more or so in love with each other without each other knowing. She was the one, (and Milagro) who gave you both a push ironically. Now it’s been a few months after Jaime had Khaji Da infused within him, Victoria Kord, and Jaime’s father almost dying. It’s been rough, but you’ve been there. As a best friend and his lover. He is thankful, and you know it. Just as much as you’ve been thankful for him all these years.

“I’m glad, but we’re here for her. She has you. And Milagro always makes it her business to make sure she and all of us are okay. So honestly, Jenny will be alright.” You smile, entangling your fingers within his. “You will be alright too, got that mi querido?”

“Loud and clear.” He smiled brightly, fighting back his tears. You reached up, rubbing your finger against his cheek.

“So, do you still want to visit the tree in town square?” You ask, making sure he’s up for it. Yes distractions are nice too get away from everything but you can’t always run away.

“Of course. But I actually had a better idea.” His grin pulled further, a bit of mischief being one of your favorite signature looks that spread across his face.

“What do you have in mind?” You grinned back, curious to what your boyfriend had in store.

“Just trust me?” He grabbed both your hands gently and started to walk backwards, leading you too the edge.

“Always.” You tittered softly, turning back into a soft smile. He then lifted you into his arms. His wings materialized and off you two went. The view was beautiful, of course you’re used to flying via magic yourself but being in his arms with the breeze hitting you even if it was chilly was very peaceful. Soon you could see Palmera City Square, the large Christmas tree erect in all its multicolored glory for season cheer.

“So pretty.” You spoke softly. “What now?”

You both now hovered a far distance from and over the tree. The crowd gathered below enjoying the festivity. “I thought we could have a once in a life time experience not many normal people can experience.”

“Oh?” You tucked some of his curled hair behind his ear still nice and snug in his arms. “So we’re not normal?”

Your tease made him laugh. “I have an alien symbiotic peice of technology infused into my back and connected to every cell in my human body and you? Well, you’ve never been normal mi tesoro.”

The tease back earned him a gentle smack to his shoulder. “Wow, if this is your way too whoo me tonight I might just have to up my game.”

“Hey! I meant you not being normal in the best way possible!” He cheesed. And you gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“I know my love. So what now?” You beamed happily. Patiently waiting for his goofy, lovable plan of his. Because well, both of you were sixty or so feet in the air and you were beginning to wonder if people looked up wondering what or who was hovering above them.

“Well.” He then begin to help you to where you were now dangling closely together. But your feet hung out, and gravity wasn’t to kind. “Uh.” He laughed nervously, his plan not working in his favor for the moment. “I was going to see if we could just, dance? But, I honestly didn’t think this part through.”

“It’s okay Jaime, that’s why having a girlfriend with magic comes in handy.” You giggled. Holding him close. Taking a breath in you closed your eyes and met his again. “Ekam eht ria a ecnad roolf, kaolc su nihtiw eht thgin.”

With ease your feet met an invisible flooring underneath the both of you. He looked down awe stuck with bewilderment but quickly smiled back. “What did…?”

“Now we can dance.” You took your arms wrapping them around his neck. He tenderly held you by your back. From below Christmas music rang, the smell of peppermint and pine filled both your senses. Laughter and happiness from people all over could be heard. It was truly magical.

“Okay, so bear with me mi amor. My two left feet might become a problem.” His cheeks turned a tint of pink, and soon an even more embarrassed expression crossed his face. “No Khaji!” He looked over his shoulder in a fit of sheepishness. Your smile pulled further.

“What did she say this time?”

“She said she could help me learn because she indulged herself to the internet the other night.” He rolled his eyes yet again.

“Oh no, that poor thing.” You gasped in actual horror. “I hope she didn’t delve too deep into the endless web of dark and treacherous Fortnite dances.”

“Do not give her any ideas.” He widened his eyes. You laughed again. Waiting patiently. “Besides, even if I trip over my feet as long as I’m dancing with you no matter how bad I am - that’s all that matters to me”.

You blushed softly. “Me too. Then lead the way Jai.”

Slowly, he began to lead. His steps a bashful disaster. But, he kept at it, soon both you moving in a circle of rhythm. “I think, I think we got!” He looked down and snapped back up with his playful, dramatic expression of giddiness. One of the many things that you fell in love with about him.

“We are!” You pressed your lips together tighter, and he then placed his forehead against yours.

“Feliz navidad mi estrella.” He said softly as the bells began to chime signifying midnight. “I love you so much y/n.”

“Feliz navidad Jaime. I love you so very much too amor de mi vida.” You softly spoke back. A gentle kiss was exchanged, and the both of you continued to dance above the city square. Locked deep in each other’s arms, but more importantly deep within each other’s hearts. And man, were the stars so pretty tonight as they watched the both of you fall in love deeply.

#jaime reyes #blue beetle movie #blue beetle #xolo maridueña #dc characters #dc comics #jaime reyes x reader

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anykindofbean · 3 months

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Arranged part 1. Arguments

Charlotte Cracker x Reader

I’m honestly surprised that there’s not a lot of content of this man, Like?? Cracker is pretty. 👉👈

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Arranged marriage, Arguments, Cracker forcing himself on you. (Not S/A though, But I wanted to put that there just in case.)

If you wanna check out more of my works: Masterlist

Arranged: Part 2

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Cracker was many things. A sweet commander? Yes. A family man? Also yes. A husband? Absolutely not. At least that was his opinion. His mother’s opinion however always overruled anyone else’s in the Charlotte family.

So when the day came when his mother told him he was marrying someone. He had no say if he wanted to or not.

The day Cracker met you, Was the same day of the wedding. You were beautiful, Sure. But Cracker did not want this, And he made that very well known. To you, His siblings, And even his mother. But she just told him to suck it up.

It’s been a month since the wedding. Despite this unfortunate situation, You at least tried to make this marriage work. You’d prepare dinner for Cracker when he came home, Of course he didn’t eat it.

You did your best to keep the house clean, But he’d tell you to stop, And that he has servants to take care of that.

No matter what you did to make Cracker happy, He’d just shut you down.

You want this to work..

Even if this is an arranged marriage..

You were forced into this just as much as he was.

Might as well try, Right?

So when Cracker came home that day, You were on one of the couches waiting for him.

Cracker looked at you, Taking a deep breath, Before walking off.

“ Cracker?” You called for him, Making him stop in his tracks. “ What?” His voice sounded cold. You looked down at your clothes, Picking at it. “ Can..Can we talk?” You tried to remain calm. The Charlottes can be terrifying after all..

Cracker turned around to look at you again. “ About?”

“….Us?”

Cracker rolled his eyes at that. “ Us? What exactly are we? Huh? We barely know each other for us to be ‘Us’.”

You let out a shaky breath. “ Well,..I’ve been thinking that maybe we should..at least try? I know….I know you didn’t..want this, But I think that maybe if we both put in the effort, We could be….Us.” You looked up at him, almost immediately flinching back at the glare he was giving you.

“ You think I actually want that?”

You looked down at your pants. “ Well…I just thought that-“

Cracker then started walking towards you. “ That I’d want you? That if we spend time together, I’d actually want ‘us’? Well, Let me make it clear. I DON’T!!!”

You flinched once more when he yelled. Cracker head tilted. “ Aw, Did I scare you? Did I hurt your feelings?” And before you knew it, Cracker has you by wrists, Pinning you down to the couch.

“ Is this want you wanted? Us? Like this?” He leaned down, Close to your face. You looked away, Shaking your head. You tried using your feet to shove him off you. “ No! Please..Get off!”

Cracker thankfully got off, Beginning to walk to his room to rest for the night.

“ Next time, Don’t tell me of your thoughts. I don’t want to hear it.”

You watched him close the door, rubbing your wrists. Letting out another shaky breath, You made your way to the room that Cracker had given you.

Now you know..

This would never work out like you wanted..

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I hope you enjoyed. I guess I was feeling angsty..

Part two will be out shortly!

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yandere-chocolate · 2 years

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❦❦Yandere Dreamcore OCs introduction❦❦

TW/CW: fear, cussing, unrealistic situations, spelling mistakes.

Papilíos (Παπιλίος)

“Hey…are you okay?” A soft masculine voice asked. You groaned, confused, but not question why you’re hearing someone in your room. Say, when did your bed get so hard? & warm? &…gravely? You jumped awake & found out you weren’t in your bed at all! You were in a street! The voice you heard was probably a person who was concerned for your well-being.

“Hey,” the voice spoke again, “are you alright? Why were you sleeping in the streets?” The man asked. You blushed from embarrassment & got up, “sorry, sorry! I have no idea how I got here!” You laughed, brushing the dirt of of your clothes. When you finally looked up to the man who was so concerned for you, you let out a surprised tea-kettle like scream for a short 2 seconds.

He was 1.803 meters tall or 5’11, & had a floating butterfly head with a single green eye in the middle. After your reaction, the butterfly man jolted, “oh goodness! What’s wrong?!” His eye was wide & he seemed to be genuinely concerned. That calmed you down a little bit & you let a sigh of both relief & exhaustion. “Sorry, that’s my bad! I…I guess…” you couldn’t tell this man that his face was creepy! That’s rude! So you lied. “I guess I just fully processed everything going on!” The butterfly man chuckled a little & put his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, I understand. Do you live somewhere around here?” “Huh?” “Do you have a house?” You stared into the butterfly’s eye. You normally don’t enjoy looking anyone in the eye, but this…this felt different. Like this time it was okay.

You sighed again, thinking. You decided to be honest this time. “No…I…don’t have a home. At least not here.” He looked at you with sympathy. “Oh…I’m so sorry…” he told you.

“Say, why don’t you come live at my place? Until you can get off of your feet.” He offered & you perked up. A free place? Of course you would accept!

You two were at the front door of the house. It was a light monotone blue house & was fairly big, although any house would have been better than the many apartments you lived in.

You walked inside, admiring the inside of the house. It also smelled…nice. There was a dull fresh, sweet scent throughout the house. As you explored, the butterfly guy following close behind you, you noticed that there were a lot of pictures of various things. Gardens, neighborhoods, butterflies with…mouths? The butterfly guy must have caught you staring because he gave a nervous explanation.

“T-Those are just some photos I took to try out the new camera. I’m a photographer.” He told you. “I know they look a little cliché, but…you know…” if the butterfly could blush, he would be.

“Hey!” You chirped in realization, “I never got your name!” You told the man. His wings gave a hard flap of surprise. “O-Oh! You’re right! Uhm…my name is Papilíos. How about you?” You smiled, “my name is (Y/n)!”

Papilíos’ eye relaxed with content when he heard your name. You didn’t hear him, you were too busy rushing off to check out what else Papilíos had, but the blue butterfly whispered under his breath:

“(Y/n)? Wow…” he let out a sigh of adoration, “what a beautiful name…~”

Lus (Λυς)

It was so warm. You smiled as you laid in your bed. Wait…this doesn’t feel like your bed. This doesn’t even feel like a bed! You got up frantically, seeing that you sleeping on soft, green grass with the sun warming you. Not the worst place to fall asleep, but you would rather awake to the same place you went to bed in.

You heard someone walking on the grass far behind you. “Hey!” A cheerful voice spoke, “what’s up? I thought you were dead!” They laughed, stopping right behind you. You didn’t move. You were still processing what was going on. The person behind you didn’t understand that.

“Hey, dude…you okay?” The voice sounded genuinely concerned now. A hand touched your shoulder & you jolted away, more out of surprise than anything else.

“Woah! Okay, okay! I’mma just…stay right here…away from you. You take your time.”

You stood up fully & turned around to face the other person, talking while you did so, “oh no, sorry! I didn’t mean to—AH!” You yelled in surprise as you saw what looked to be a regular person but with only a big, singular, floating yellow eye for their…head? You didn’t know.

The eyeball person jumped in surprise as you screamed. “AH! Okay, okay, what happened? Did something break? Are you actually dying? Tell me, dude!” They rushed over to you in a panic. “BLINK TWICE IF YOU’RE DYING!” They yelled, which would be hilarious to you, if you weren’t so confused & scared.

“I’m…I don’t think I’m dying, it’s just…you startled me, is all.” You removed their hands from you. The eyeball let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank fuck. Sorry for being…eeerr…grabby!” They chuckled, a hand nervously rubbing the back of their neck. “Hey, why are you even out here?” They asked & you thought for a moment. “I’m not going to lie to you, I just sort of woke up here.” The eyeball let out an exasperated sigh & rolled their eye…face? Whatever.

“Ugh! It must’ve been that asshole Clemen! He’s always pulling shit like this!” The eye snarled through their words, “hate that guy so much…”

Silence fell over the both of you for a few moments before the eyeball perked up. “Hey!” They chirped, “why don’t you live with me? My apartment is pretty spacy!” They didn’t have a mouth, yet you could tell they were smiling. “& I can kick Clemen’s ass if he ever tries anything! How about it, dude?” They held out a hand in hopes of getting a handshake, in order to fake being formal.

You looked them in the eye. “I don’t know…what’s the catch?” You asked, a smile on your face. They seemed to be thinking for a few moments. “…you…” they spoke in a more raspy, dark voice, “…have to watch old cartoons & anime with me.” & with that, you were sold.

You noticed the apartment was empty. You barely saw anyone. The walls were colorful & warm, which was nice.

Once you were at your newfound eyeball friend’s room, you saw that it was just plain white, strange when considering the rest of the apartment was full of pastels. You weren’t here to judge, though. A free room is a free room.

The eye jumped & faceplanted into their bed, before flopping around & switching into a “draw me like one of your French girls”(sorry not sorry) pose.

“What’da ya think?” They asked, their eye half-lidded to fake seduction before jumping up on their bed, “TWO BEDROOMS, BABY!” They yelled as you laughed a little. It was funny how some animation-obsessed 1.575 meter/5’2 adult eyeball could have so much energy.

As you two laughed together & tried to figure out what anime you should watch together, you realized something. “Oh! I never got your name!” You said. “Oh yeah!” The eye realized & laughed about it, “oh…I’m Lus!” They told you. “& what do you call yourself, beautiful stranger I found in the middle of a grassy valley?~” you rolled your eye & giggled, “my name is (Y/n).”

Lus’ eye widened when they heard the name. “Wow…nice!” They cheerfully said. & the two of you went back to scrolling on Crunchyroll.

Solian (Σολιαν)

“Kids, get away from them!” You heard a voice call you as you felt little hands around your face & arms, but they were quickly pulled away. “Hey! What did I just say?” A soft yet stern voice told someone. Despite recognizing how strange this was, you took your time opening your eyes. This must just be a strange dream. None of these voices could be real…right?

You opened your eyes only to gasp in horror at the children you saw. The kids had normal human bodies but floating objects with a singular eye placed in the middle. They were all staring at you.

Seemingly only adult in the room, besides you, seemed to be the same. He had a sunflower for a head & had one rainbow eye.

Luckily, he seemed calm & encouraged the children to give you space. “Alright, kids!” The soft-spoken man cheerfully said, “looks like TV time will have to wait. But! How about some extra recess?” The kids cheered as they ran out the door. “Wait! Remember, one at a time!” The sunflower man called out but very few children seemed to listen.

The 1.907 meter tall/6’3 figure looked over you, their colorful eye fixated on you. Despite the fact that they helped you & clearly didn’t have any bad intentions you couldn’t help but feel intimidated.

Finally the man kneeled down, making you relax a little bit more since he was no longer looming over you. “Hey…” he spoke in an even softer voice than he already had, “it’s okay. No need to be scared. I won’t hurt you.” His voice was so calming & sweet that it almost made you want to go back to sleep again.

“Now,” the sunflower man crossed his legs to get a bit more comfortable, “tell me what happened. Why were you in the daycare’s TV room?” You thought, still feeling lightheaded.

“I don’t know…I just woke up here.” You answered honestly. “Do you have a home that I can take you to?” He asked. “…no.” You answer & the sunflower’s eye softened, clearly pitying you & your current situation. “Alright,” he shifted, “how about this? You will help me out here at the daycare for the rest of the day & I will try to find you a place to stay tonight. Does that sound good?” You nodded as he lifted you up from the floor.

“What’s your name?” He asks in that honey voice of his. “(Y/n).” You nervously said. “Yours?” You asked, looking at the sunflower’s pretty eye. “My name is Solian. It’s nice to meet you!” You could tell he was smiling despite the lack of mouth & you two shook hands.

“Alright, get the TV ready. I promise to protect you from any rowdy 6-year-olds.” Solian joked, looking at nod before leaving the room.

It had been a long day, & Solian couldn’t even find your parents so you could live with them!

“I guess you weren’t lying.” Solian turned to you, shaking from both the cold night air & anxiety on what was going to happen to you. It made his heart ache.

Solian thought for a few moments before putting a hand on your shoulder.

“How about this?” They spoke softly, “I’ll get you a nice hotel room for the night & after that I can get you a job at the daycare. We can be roommates until you can afford a house of your own. Deal?” You were so shocked at how nice this man was being, but you nodded. Solian sighed & held your hand, “let’s go.” He told you, leading you to a pastel hotel.

Pulchra (Πυλχτα)

You woke up in what appeared to be an empty mall. That is, until you heard a feminine voice spoke to you above you.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” A genuinely concerned voice asked. You groggily nodded, barely able to even stand up yet. Though, you woke up immediately as soon as you saw blood. Human blood. You fell back into someone, luckily whoever was behind you caught you.

“Goodness! Be careful, you could’ve broken something!” The voice told you. “I’m sorry-” you spoke while turning around to face the woman who caught you, “-I didn’t mean to trip, I just-” you cut yourself off & bit your lip once you saw her. She had a normal body, but her head was just floating, glossy lips!

She didn’t seem to care why you cut yourself off, though. “No, no, it’s okay! I’m more worried about you! Why were you passed out in the middle of the mall? Did something happen?” The woman asked, standing still as to not scare you. “I…don’t know. I just woke up here. I-I don’t know how I got here or what happened-” you began breathing heavily, the weight of the situation finally processing to you. “Okay, okay, calm down! Look, how about we walk around the mall together, just me & you?” The woman smiled softly as she awaited your response. You supposed a walk around couldn’t hurt. Might as well take in your surroundings.

This woman was so nice to you! She bought you new clothes & was very caring towards you & your fear of this new world.

She explained to you that the winged eyeball flying around the mall was just security, making sure customers payed for everything. She even allowed you to cling to her when you were scared of said flying eyeballs. On the way, you two even exchanged names!

The two of you laughed as you both exited the mall, shopping bags wrapped around your arms.

“Say, do you have a house?” Pulchra asked, smiling, “maybe I can take you home! I know it can be pretty scary at night.” You shook your head. “I don’t have a home here. & if I do, I can’t remember where it is. But I’m pretty sure I’m homeless…” you sighed. “Poor baby…” Pulchra thought.

“…well, do you want a home?” She asked, looking off into the distance towards nothing in particular. “What do you mean?” You asked. She wasn’t just about to give you a house…right?

“I was just thinking…it can get pretty lonely at my house…that is pretty big…big enough for two people…okay, I’m asking if you can live with me!” She giggled. You were stunned. “Do I…? Why wou…? What?” You asked in disbelief. You were dreaming. You had to be. “So~…what do say?” She gave you a smile. She was serious.

“O…wha….of course!” You yelled excitedly to Pulchra’s amusement. “Okay! Just follow me! We’ll get ‘chu your own room & your own decoration—it will be so fun!”

& with that, she held your hand & you both were off.

(So…do you guys like my bois? Because I do!)

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maddithefangirl · 1 year

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A Chance With A Stranger (Azriel x Reader)

Warnings: poorly written SMUT (Readers 18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: The innkeeper accidentally booked you and a certain Shadowsinger to the same room… with no other available rooms… with only one bed.

a/n: This is my first time writing anything sexy/smutty so I hope you enjoy it! I would love to hear what y’all actually think of this as I worked really hard on it. Thanks all <3 xoxo

You could not believe the predicament you have been put in.

You were on your way to your childhood best friend’s wedding in the Illyrian Steppes when you stopped at a nearby inn. It was Spring so the snow had just stopped, but that did not stop the bone-chilling cold that racked your bones. The warmth of the inn was a very welcome reprieve from the cold as you stepped into its warm embrace. There were so many people you couldn’t believe that your friend knew so many people. By the look of it the inn must have been fully booked.

You made your way to check-in desk along with several other people including some with wings. You were used to people with wings as you were from the Dawn Court. But the wings up here were bigger, smoother and a lot more attractive to look at.

As you wait in line you admire the quaint atmosphere of the place and take in the slight scent of snow and eucalyptus. Not exactly a warm scent, but it was still welcoming. Your turn in line came up pretty quickly as you’re greeted by a tall, dark skinned male with dark hair, “good evening, welcome to the Greenston Inn. May I get your name?” You return with a smile and a small, “hello.” Then take a moment before stating your name. As he checks the book you take in a long, deep breath finally clearing your mind after travel. “Huh,” you hear him mutter as he keeps looking back and forth over the same two lines, “I’m sorry ma’am but there is a slight issue with your reservation. It looks like we have accidentally double booked your room for the night with the man standing over there at the bar with the wings.” You could not believe it.

He called over the man you had been double booked with to explain the situation, “So, it looks like you were accidentally double booked in the King Single room. I’m sorry to say that we have no other availability in the inn, but you are more than welcome to keep the room.” As you listen you finally take a look at the stranger, and he is absolutely breathtaking. His dark hair was short and the perfect amount of messy. His tanned skin with hints of tattoos poking out the top of his collar were about as mouthwatering as his large arms. You had never seen someone so beautiful in your entire life. “Well, I have nowhere else to go so I’ll definitely take the room, and I don’t mind sharing,” you said to both males with a slight blush on your face. The stranger gave a slight smile and nodded, “If it’s okay I also need the room so sharing would be great.” Okay, you knew you offered but you expected him to decline! Well this should be interesting…

You make your way up to the room slowly carrying your heavy luggage, the stranger following close behind. By the time you both reach the room and head inside, you are beat. Exhausted from your day of travel you drop your bags and flop onto the bed, just barely able to hear the door close on the other side of the room, “Well, hi, my name is Azriel, what’s yours?” Your eyes shoot open and you sit up, “Um, Y/N,” you reply quickly. You take a look around the room for the first time. There’s an armchair in the corner made to accommodate wings with a faux plant next to it, and by the bed is an ensuite bathroom with a large bathtub and two sinks.

The bed you were on would be big enough for at least three fae, but an Illyrian? Not sure how you both will fit. Wait, why am I assuming that we are sharing the bed? “Hi Y/N, well how do we want to do this? I can sleep in the armchair no problem, I only need this room for one night,” he says just loud enough for you to hear. Everything about him seems to be soft except for his appearance. One night… You could handle one night. “Okay well I know that the chair will be so uncomfortable… we could maybe share the bed and build a pillow fort between us?” You said back. Silence filled the room and only in that moment did you see shadows coming off his form and slowly made their way to you. You mouth gaped not scared, but slightly concerned. That was definitely something you had never seen before. He chuckled and the shadows came rolling back behind him, “Sounds good to me as long as you are completely sure.” You smiled at that. He must’ve been the most respectful male you had ever met.

After that he left the room until after dinner, and you were thankful for the peace and quiet. Dinner was as you expected, but the whole time all you kept thinking about was a nice, warm bath. When you made it back to the room the bath was already running. Great. You decided to take out your book and start reading to pass the time.

The book was not enough of a distraction to take away the thoughts of how that attractive male was naked so close to where you sit now. Gods the things you would let him do to you. Your cheeks heated, and the thoughts kept spiraling until you hear the drain. That is enough to stop those thoughts and put your attention back on your book. The heat from your cheeks work down to your core. You make yourself look busy as you hear the door to the bathroom open. The male comes out with a towel low on his hips with water droplets still visible on his sculpted, tattooed chest. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t hear you come back. Let me go change and then the bathroom is all yours for the night,” he said in a hurried tone. You moved your book in front of face peaking over the top. You could not take your eyes off of him as he walked around the room retreating back to the bathroom. Those thoughts returned as his back muscles glistened in the lamp light of the room. Once he reaches the bathroom, you get up and get your things ready for your bathing time.

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The water heats you to your bones as you relax sinking deeper into the tub. Your thoughts go back to the Illyrian male that is not far from you outside the door. The way his muscles were on show for you to see for only a short time… that was magical. That thought goes straight to your core as a blush creep onto your entire face. I could be quiet… That thought excites you. Your fingers go under the water sliding down your body until you reach your clit. You put your other hand over your mouth as your breath hitches. Fuck. The water moves slightly as you begin to circle your fingers causing senses of pleasure to spread throughout your body. The pleasure is numbing to the other senses. So much so that you just about jump out of your skin when you hear Azriel drop something on the other side of the door, “Sorry!” Well that ruined the moment.

The water has long since grown cold as you step out to apply your creams and brush your teeth. There’s a robe on the back of the door you put on as you do your routine. When you exit the bathing room, you’re in a large t shirt and shorts as you put your things back into your bag. You take him in with his glasses low on his nose. He’s also reading as you were before propped up in bed with a pillow barrier already made. Azriel looks up at you with a light smile on his face, “I hope this barricade is good enough for you, I didn’t know how many pillows you needed to sleep with.” He only had one pillow behind him as he left you two to sleep with. Was he the most perfect male you had ever met? Pretty and thoughtful.

Sleep did not meet you when you reached the bed. Azriel seemed to find it easily, but you tossed and turned. When moving your foot grazed his leg and a bolt of electricity jolted up your body. Cauldron fuck. You took slow, steady breaths as you finally let sleep overtake you.

When you woke up you didn’t recognize where you were. You remembered there being a barricade but that must’ve been long forgotten as you were skin to skin with the handsome male next to you. The thought did not freak you out as much as seeing a wing flopped overtop you and something hard pressed against your ass. Damn. You didn’t know how to move without making things worse. But would that really be a bad thing? You shake your head trying to rid the dirty thoughts from your mind, but they wouldn’t go away, so you played into them slightly moving your ass slowly to see how he reacted. If his wingspan was any proof of how endowed he was, you were in for the morning of your life.

You had always heard that Illyrian’s wings were the most sensitive part of them, but you also heard that you should never touch their wings without permission. Fuck, what am I doing? This is a stranger! You must be going crazy. His cock hardens as he pulls you closer to him. So many things were swirling through your mind, but the overwhelming one was that you wanted him. Badly. So, you reach your hand back and stroke his cock through his sweatpants.

His breath catches and you freeze.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he whispered into your ear. Now that he’s awake you turn around to look at him, still in his arms, “are you sure?” You asked back, wariness in your eyes. His cock twitches in your hand in response. You start stroking him again, but that wasn’t enough, so you find the waistband of his sweatpants and delve underneath. Under his underwear, you find his long, hard cock. Your thumb traces over the head as he hisses. You chuckle and begin stroking him again. His hips jut up and he grabs your face with a hand, leading it up to look him in the eyes. He brings your face to his in a long kiss. This was heaven you were sure of that. Azriel uses both hands and lifts you so that you’re sitting in his lap, hand still on his cock. He rids you of your shirt and takes in your pert nipples. Now he was in heaven. He takes one in his mouth and palms the other. His mouth makes you gasp in pleasure as he relentlessly sucks and nibbles at the nipple. You had no idea that pleasure like this could feel so good as it reverberates down to your core. His thumb rubs over the other nipple making it harden. He removes his mouth and switches to the other, sucking and licking the hard nipple making you moan loudly. Cauldron boil me.

Your hand moves over him in lazy strokes getting lost in your own pleasure as he releases from your breast. You feel your wetness soak into his sweatpants. A blush creeps onto your face as embarrassment overtakes you. He lifts your chin to look at him again, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, angel.” He kisses you long and hard. You send him a small smile in return. He takes the lead now and moves your underwear to the side and pulls off his pants to let his cock free. Holy shit he’s huge. “Angel, hop on,” he whispers in your ear, nibbling slightly.

You give him a concerned look but ultimately do as you’re told and sink onto his long cock. A moan slips out of you as you bottom out. His hands grip your waist and start moving you slowly. The feeling is euphoric when you help and pick up the pace. The moans from you both fill up the room. He moves one of his hands to your breasts as they bounce with each stroke. A pinch of your nipple makes you stutter in your movements, but Azriel kept up the pace grabbing down on your hips again. You move your hand to your clit circling as fast as you can stand it getting close to the edge.

You move your hips in sync with his thrusts when he surprises you and flips you to where he is now on top. “Did you really think I’d let you take control, Angel?” he says just loud enough to hear over your moans. He rips off what little underwear you had left and picks up the pace, rocking into you as your moans turn into screams. Your legs are trembling and shaking as you inch closer to your release. “I want you to come all over my cock, Sweetheart, and I will fill you up in return,” he says, coming close to his edge as well. You feel the knot in your core shatter as your high washes over you. He moans in your ear, filling you up with his hot seed as he falls on top of you. His seed is spilling out of you onto the sheets, but you don’t care because you just had the best sex of your entire life. Wait. What the absolute fuck did you just do?

You sit up on your elbows and look at the male laying on you. He was still the most attractive male you had ever seen, but there was no way this was going to work. But as you look at his jet-black hair, you find something that pulls him to you. “Hey, if you’re not doing anything later would you like to go with me to a wedding?” You whispered, hoping he did not hear what a bold statement you just put forth. “Yeah, I’d like that, Y/N,” he replied with a smile.

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dyke-a-saur · 1 year

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Finished watching Heartbreak High and I gotta say, I feel like they pulled off Gen Z High School really well. Like I could go to school with these absolute agents if chaos.

Okay but important business:

Amerie

I loved her the second she popped up on screen. Her energy, her personality, and her friendship with Harper. It was just the best. At times tho, I could see why the other characters antagonized her. After all, it was just as much her map as Harper’s and she put people in awful situations. Not to mention the reveal that she failed to let Harper in, then had the nerve to say she’d always be there. She even did the same to Malakai (tho it’s clear she acted out of trauma from her and Harper’s friendship gone sour)

Dusty

Fuck you. Youse a bitch, a snake, and truly a shit stain on the trousers of humanity. Work on yourself. Big soulful eyes tho.

Ca$h

Arguably the second most emotionally intelligent character in the show? Definitely better at it than Darren and his relationship was so refreshing? It was neat to see it not be a “I like dudes, oh no,” storyline and instead “I’m ace and just need to better express that to my partner who I love and adore”. Also that “I love you scene” was peak ghetto and I loved it. Darren’s Baby Daddy really behind bars, huh?

Malakai

This man. Is so fine. So sweet. And so funny. I love the way he gets to know Amerie and then befriends her and then becomes her first. And even if he handled the peer pressure to talk about the details poorly, he wanted to do right by her. I also loved how they explored the kinship he had with OTHER BLA(c)K CHARACTERS. It was nice to see how much he healed by being in his community and being surrounded by love for his culture. Missy being a big part of that was beautiful.

Harper

I did get the "spoiler" that she went through "something traumatizing" right before the start of the show, then later got more clues from Tumblr. So i had more patience with her character at the start, being honest. But goddamn it was so hard to watch her shut Amerie out and lash out at her. It also sucked seeing her antagonized in the second half because if she could've reached out or accepted people reaching in, then I feel like shit could've been handled better. But after seeing the events of "that night" I could totally get how and why she would want Amerie out of her life. Fake as hell for not owning up to the Incest Map tho. I was constantly whisper-yelling at my phone "girl, get it together!'

Quinni

No notes. Love her. She's the best. Also the most emotionally intelligent character (not a surprise and fuck you Sasha). She helps so many characters process their emotions, make up, figure out wwhat they want, and still stands on her own as a great character with her own life going on. I'm NT, but from what I've seen on Tumblr, most ND people see her as good rep.

Spider

Fuck this guy. Racist, sexist, (not as homophobic as previously assumed), and awful. But I love it. I love when he gets told to shut up. I love it when he's being awful and the other characters are like "yeah, fuck this dude". But also, he was weirdly complex? like the scene where he would've gotten it on with Amerie makes a lot of sense in context of the rest of his behavior. He's overcompensating because someone he genuinely liked, and cared for to an extent, hurt him in a vulnerable place and treated him like a dissapointment. Doesn't give him the right to react with daily verbal abuse, but his character makes more sense that way. I'd like to see him grow from that, but I'm not sure how.

Star of the Show

They're here, they're queer, they're unapologetically BLACK, they. Are. DARREN.

Okay jokes aside, I love this bitch. They're not only a great friend, but they (mostly) know what they want in life. It's sad to see Darren be dismissed as “too much” in their home, and you can really see how its affected the way they view their ability to be loved and cherished. So seeing them find that in Ca$h and watch the relationshp between the two grow was beautiful. It hurt to see Darren hurt Ca$h, like they gay ass ain't know what the "A" in "LGBTQIA" stood for, but that growth and intracommunity hurt was important to see.

Others

Ant annoyed me but he seemed like he could do/be better if he wasn’t around the rest of the guys. Sasha pissed me off, but I hope losing Quinni was enough to actually get her to look at her self-righteous tendencies and work on herself, I wanna see her go far. Missy was a fucking icon and I love her. Ms. Jojo is the love of my life and fuck Spider/Ant/Dusty (nigga) for screwing her over like that. Mrs. Spigot is my literal soulmate.

I think that’s all for now? But yeah go watch it if you haven’t already. It is another show focusing on the sex lives of teens but it feels more authentic than anything we’ve been given before.

#heartbreak high #darren heartbreak high #ca$h piggott #amerie x malakai #dusty hate train 4 lyfe #quinni heartbreak high #sasha so #australia

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august of '85 (Steddie, Part 2)

A week.

Steve has had weeks of his life pass by like seconds—hell, the first ten years of his life seem to have left even faster than that.

But now, he itches.

It’s morning, and Eddie’s in a t-shirt and boxers chugging coffee like it’s wine, wandering aimlessly around the living room with a background of natural light and ocean, and all Steve can think is that he wants to pick him up and drag him to bed—his bed.

Last night, they had slept in separate rooms, but slept is a complete overstatement. Steve tossed and turned and struggled over many things, most of them falling back to Eddie in some way, shape, or form—the condensed version is this—

He’s gay? He’s gay. Well, half-gay. He should ask Eddie about that. Eddie? Yeah. Eddie. He should’ve known—if Robin and Nancy could physically make a baby, it’d be Eddie. Nancy and Robin making a baby—ew, okay, gross. Enough of that. Eddie—he’s really beautiful. And they kissed. Didn’t they meet less than two weeks ago? But Steve also invited him on a month-long vacation, so is kissing him really that far-fetched? Can something that happened even be far-fetched? Now he has to wait a week. Why? Why couldn’t it have just been, like, a day? And what had Eddie meant about ruining his life? What could ruin his life—being gay? Kind of too late to change that, isn’t it? But he is only half-gay. So he technically could just… go on. Normally. That seems like living sort of a lie, though, right?

Steve spent hours mulling over his situation in his brain, and only realized this morning the part he hadn’t really addressed—how the fuck is he supposed to last a week when Eddie will be walking around in his pajamas, breaking bread with him, swimming with him, walking along the beach with him, having tons of vacation firsts—

Fuck, and he’s just supposed to sit around here, genuinely crushing on somebody for the first time in months, and not act on it? When he knows it’s reciprocated?

He’s screwed.

“Eds—”

“That’s a new one.”

Eddie doesn’t miss a beat, mug hardly removed from his lips, curls down around his face like an actual lion’s mane. He’s beautiful, literally like some sort of model with that nose and those lips—Steve can picture this exact image of him, backed by those huge windows and all that water, shoved in some home-decoration magazine, and the lady looking through it would jump at his tattoos and his Metallica t-shirt but be so genuinely captivated by those eyes that—

“Hello? Earth to Steve?”

Steve snaps out of it, feeling heat rise up into his cheeks. it's embarassing to be caught staring so adamantly, but he hasn’t allowed himself to feel all of this yet. And he wants to.

Desperately.

“I—sorry. Do we really have to—”

Eddie puts up a hand, a terrible way to try and focus him because all Steve can think about then is that black fingernail polish and those rings and how those might feel on his skin or in his hair or even in his mouth, how they taste, or what it would be like to have them inside him or—

Woah. Woah.

Christ. When he gets it, he gets it bad, huh?

“The week is non-negotiable,” Eddie says firmly, and Steve is still staring at his hands, so he can’t find it in himself to be totally devastated, “I need you to be 100% sure this is what you want. I’m not ruining my first and only vacation by sleeping with my handler—”

“Woah, pause. Do not call me your handler.”

Eddie grins, and Steve thinks he can call him whatever he wants for the rest of his life if he keeps smiling just like that.

“Why not?” Eddie waggles his eyebrows, something Steve was not aware a man could actually do, and spins around like a true showman, “I’m an animal, baby. You just try and keep me out of trouble.”

Steve rolls his eyes. He wants, no, needs to reach out and pull Eddie in by the waist, push their noses together and tease him up close and personal, but--

He settles for sitting down on the couch, falling back into the cushions, supremely careful of the coffee in his cup. He took the plastic off these couches years ago. His parents never noticed. Has he spilled a couple times? Yes. Does it matter?

Not in his house.

“I know exactly how to keep your dumb ass in line.”

“Oh really?”

A challenge. Steve tries not to look too smug as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“Distract and occupy,” he says, “Ask you about D&D and then hand you something shiny and you’re set for hours.”

If Steve thought that last smile was something, this one is a spiritual experience. Not only does Eddie beam, he tips his head back and laughs, exposing throat and releasing genuine joy and if that’s not everything Steve has ever wanted, he’s not sure what could be.

Is he whipped? He’s whipped. How is he even asking himself that question, of course he’s whipped. God—he’s gotta call Robin. He’s not even sure how he’s holding this conversation his mind is so fuzzy.

“Distract and occupy,” Eddie repeats, eyes shining, “I can think of a few different ways to do that.”

Oh. Oh.

Eddie is so not helping his situation.

They finish their coffees with easy conversation—how they slept, what the plan is for today, when they should go for groceries. They decide to shower and get dressed on their own timelines and when they’re ready they’ll be ready, which is nothing like it used to be with his parents. Minute by minute itineraries—his mom, when she was younger, was eager to do as much as they could in the time they were allotted. You’d think she would’ve been less concerned considering they had a whole month to waste out here, but she somehow always managed to fill every single moment with some tourist attraction or event. It never felt like too much, either. She was a planning master—completely balanced.

As she got older, and after the affair, all she wanted to do was lie around and drink wine on a beach somewhere else. Part of him suspects she just can’t handle being here anymore.

The memories that cradle him haunt her.

Steve uses his shower to get it the fuck together. He does not think about Eddie or smooth pale skin or what his tan lines are gonna be like in a week or wonder if he’s thinking about Steve and if he is, what he’s doing about it. No, Steve doesn’t think about any of those things at all.

He presses his forehead and nose to the shower wall and takes a breath. He lets the water fall over his skin and tries to wash away all this achy want and desperation, tries to look at it from the other angle—not forward, but backwards.

Eddie isn’t going to be a forever thing, that much is clear, so if Steve wants to keep himself from falling into actual pieces, the best thing to do is to stop all this unhinged fantasy. Eddie may be a crush, and a boy, and a beautiful boy at that, but he doesn’t belong to Steve anymore than Nancy ever did, or Robin ever did, or any of those random girls he shared sheets with.

No, Eddie is an end-of-summer fling. Steve has to make peace with that. He’s not having a Nancy the Second where he obsesses long after his opportunity is over—he’s taking the opportunity and he’s making the most out of it, just like his mom had all those Augusts before.

His shower finishes swiftly after that, and he doesn’t even bother blow drying and styling his hair before he’s throwing on the nearest thing—shorts and a t-shirt—and hauling ass downstairs so he can get to a phone before Eddie’s done getting ready.

Of course, he knows Robin’s number by heart, but he suspects that’s not where she is.

“Hawkin’s Family Video, how can I—“

“Rob it’s me,” Steve says quickly, “I’ve gotta talk to you and I don’t have a lot of time so I need you to just shut up and listen.”

“Steven—“

“I kissed Eddie, er, Eddie kissed me—you know what it doesn’t matter, Eddie and I kissed and I really fucking liked it and I think him and I are going to have the most intense summer fling of my life and I’m kind of freaking out and I also need you to tell me if I can like girls and guys because I definitely like girls but I’m obsessed with Eddie—he’s like, genuinely gorgeous and I don’t even know what I want him to do to me because I’ve never even thought about how any of this works and I think I’m probably losing it but I have to take the opportunity where I can even though he said it could only be an August thing but I, like, genuinely like him too so that’s really confusing and, like, logistically when we get home what if being friends is too weird and—“

“Holy fuck.”

Steve stops short at her whispered profanity. He has never heard her sound like that, and then it gets louder—

“Holy fuck!”

“What?!”

“You’re into Eddie?! Steve—we’ve been trying to get you a date for months and you’re into fucking Eddie Munson who you whined about having to meet for weeks?!” Steve flinches.

“Don’t ever tell him that.”

“Incredible!” She is laughing almost uncontrollably. Steve really hopes there’s nobody in the store because if he were in family video and heard maniacal laughing like that he’d have the culprit committed pronto.

“Rob, seriously, I don’t have time for this—“

“I can’t believe I couldn’t tell you were bi! That’s just—oh my god, of course.”

“Bi? What do you mean of course?” Steve asks, starting to get slightly offended.

“Star Wars? Indiana Jones? Blade Runner?! You’ve got a fat ass celebrity crush on Harrison Ford.”

Steve’s heard the term “shell-shocked” before, but he’d never really understood until this very moment. He might as well have been sucker-punched in the dick.

Of course.

Robin is laughing hysterically over the line, but he just feels like crying. Of course he likes men—is he stupid? Dumb question, yes he’s stupid. And it churns in his guts to think of all those kids who probably struggled through Hawkins High, knowing they were different, never knowing who or how to be, and he was just like them and yet there he was, excusing Tommy’s behavior and laughing along.

What a piece of actual shit.

“I'm an idiot,” he says weakly. Robin’s laughter dies abruptly.

“Hey—no. You’re not an idiot, it’s not always easy to—“

“I'm an idiot and a hypocrite,” Steve says, choking a little bit on the tears that slide down his cheeks, “God—I’m evil, Rob.”

“Steven, we’ve talked about this,” she says softly, “You didn’t—“

“Steve?”

Steve jumps and slams the phone into the receiver so hard a few wall decorations literally shake. He shouldn’t turn as fast as he does, should attempt to collect himself first, but he’s so surprised by Eddie’s sudden appearance he can’t even think to do that.

“I just—“

“Still need that week?”

Steve flinches. He puts the heel of his palm up against his forehead and takes a deep breath.

“No, but yes,” he says, trying not to sound as pathetic as he feels, “I’ll wait if it’s what you want, but my mind’s made up.”

“Oh… so… what’s all… this about?”

Steve can’t help himself—he laughs a little. At least he’s got one thing up on Eddie, that being the ability to deal with people’s emotions arguably okay. Eddie certainly does not sound like he knows what to do in this situation.

“I just sucked,” he manages, but barely. He’s glad to have covered some of his face, because the tears are not stopping, and he feels like an idiot crying over something that’s ultimately his own fault.

He chose to be ignorant. He chose to be cruel. He chose popularity over sincerity.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate?”

Does he? Does he really?

“In highschool,” he groans, moving his hands to wipe tears away, sniffing hard. “I pushed around people—kids—who were just like me. I treated them like shit when I could have—”

Eddie’s arms close around him, fingers sliding into his wet hair, and Steve lets it happen—it feels like they’ve failed the “give it a week” stipulation already, but the embrace is good, and he needed it badly.

He doesn’t hug Eddie back, just lets himself be held.

“I’m gonna tell you something now, and if you tell anyone I did, I’ll fucking deny it.”

Steve takes a shaky breath.

“Okay.”

“Everybody sucks in high school,” Eddie says firmly. His fingers start to stroke across the back of Steve’s head and the feeling would have him absolutely catatonic if he wasn’t bent on hearing Eddie out— “Everyone. Kids like you, kids like me—we all had some chip on our shoulder, and some reason we were secretly better than everyone else. You were just… people just believed it about you.”

That doesn’t really make him feel better, because he knows that it wasn’t even anything about him they decided was better—it was his place on the basketball team (which had been mediocre at best) and his money and his hair and his last name and his friends and his charming manner and his pretty face—

Sports, money, hair—it’s all meaningless and stupid. It doesn’t matter, and this isn’t the first time Steve is realizing it, but it’s the first time he’s come to terms with the sheer ridiculousness of it all, and how he had abused that ridiculousness to its fullest extent. Not only had he abused it, he had enjoyed abusing it. And he routinely hurt people in the process, not to mention denying himself actual happiness and actual friends..

Fuck.

“I’m a bad person,” Steve whispers, and Eddie’s light petting turns into a firm grasp.

“A bad person wouldn’t feel shitty about this stuff,” Eddie argues, and then pulls back from the embrace, fixing Steve with those doe eyes and swallowing gaze, “And, I’ve got pretty high standards, like, Luke Skywalker standards.”

Steve smiles a little as Eddie reaches to brush away a few of his tears.

“I wouldn’t kiss a bad person, or agree to have a summer fling with them,” Eddie says, “And I wouldn’t bend the rules and let a bad person kiss me one more time to tide them over.”

Steve takes the opportunity for all it’s worth.

It taste like salt and spit because he’s still crying, but Eddie’s mouth is so soft and captivating that the kiss, which had every intention of being chaste, grows insistent and long. Eddie’s face in his hands, Eddie’s thumbs in his belt loops, the smell of shampoo and clean clothes and—

They break. Eddie smiles, letting a thumb pass over Steve’s lips.

“The week starts now.”

And, oh, is it bittersweet.

Friday, August 2nd—they spend what’s left of the day getting groceries, Eddie seemingly mesmerized by the small beach-town and its cobblestone streets and endless array of tourist traps. Every other storefront is a gift shop of useless trinkets, themed cafes, arcades, bars—if it’s going to empty your pockets, it’s there. Amidst all of it, though, there is a record store that’s genuinely cool, and if they hadn’t already purchased a crap-load of things that begged for a refrigerator, Steve would’ve been content to spend hours watching Eddie tear through the stacks, and then surprise him by buying every single thing he marveled at.

An idea for another day.

After that, they hang around the house, chatting, arguing, making pancakes for dinner—they get to bed at reasonable times, and despite how badly Steve wants to walk down the hall and crawl into bed with his… friend, he manages to just sleep instead, pillow trapped securely in his arms.

Saturday, August 3rd—ice cream for breakfast, which has them both giggly and on embarrassing sugar highs, so they decide today is a beach day.

Eddie’s unearthly, as usual, and excited like a child at the vastness of the ocean.

Excited or not, he’s still timid about getting in the water.

“What about the sharks?” he asks.

“Sharks don’t kill near as many people as cars do,” Steve points out.

“Really?”

“Really. Get in the water, Eds.”

“It’s still really weird to hear me call you that.”

“Get in the water, baby.”

Steve continues looking out at the ocean (not his favorite sight, because man, is that all kind of scary) even though he’s certain Eddie’s head whips towards him fast enough to break his own neck. Steve may be whipped, but he isn’t totally shit at flirting. Sure, he’s used to girls, but could it really be all that different?

A beat.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” Steve continues casually, “Let’s go.”

Once Eddie’s in the water he doesn’t want to get out of it, and Steve’s alright with that until he realizes how burnt Eddie is, and then practically has to drag him out and back up to the house so he can absolutely smother him with aloe vera.

“It doesn’t even hurt!”

“It will,” Steve chides, “You idiot—did you even put sunscreen on?”

“I forgot,” Eddie mumbles sheepishly.

“Of course you did.”

Sunday, August 4th—Eddie is too embarrassed of his cherry-tomato appearance to agree to go anywhere, so they stay in and watch old movies. Steve desperately wants Eddie to cuddle up next to him on the couch, but at the moment, the older boy is radiating heat and visibly in pain, so he understands when Eddie leaves a generous amount of space between them.

Monday, August 5th—Eddie’s burn settles into a tan and Steve avoids eye-contact with him for about an hour straight, because he’s glowing, and Steve wants to shove him onto the nearest flat surface and… well, he’s not exactly sure what he wants to do, but he’d do it enthusiastically.

“Dude, are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Then look at me.”

Steve tentatively lifts his gaze.

“Was that so hard?”

Yes. It’s miserable. This is the bitter part of the week—not being able to act on all these steadily brewing feelings of want and need. He loves being here with Eddie, but he wants to be here with Eddie, too. He gets it—or at least, thinks he gets it. Eddie doesn’t want him to make a hasty decision, regret it, and ruin this vacation for both of them.

That makes sense. Too much sense, really.

But it doesn’t make waiting any easier.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Steve breathes, and Eddie physically starts.

“I—what?”

“Drop-dead, breathtaking, whatever you want,” Steve admits.

Eddie’s the first boy Steve ever called beautiful out loud, and he can’t help but think this is exactly how things are supposed to be.

Tuesday, August 6th—Steve enacts his plan of taking Eddie to the record store, and it’s everything he could have hoped. Eddie is downright euphoric every second, so distracted he doesn’t notice Steve picking up all the records he puts down (after ogling them for extended amounts of time), and so distraught about Steve buying them he doesn’t even argue—just watches with wide eyes as Steve chats up the cashier who bats her eyelashes and twirls her hair and can’t get a sentence out without stumbling over her words.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s the reason we came.”

“You… are you serious?”

“Consider this a thank-you for agreeing to a month-long vacation with a stranger.”

“I… don’t think I can accept this.”

“Too late.”

Wednesday, August 7th—Steve is cranky. He hates to admit it, but he’s tired of this. He’s not sure he can handle the next two days of no Eddie. Well, not exactly no Eddie, but like… half Eddie. He doesn’t like having half Eddie.

But he pushes it all down, because he’s going to obey Eddie’s one and only request, even though he knows his mind isn’t changing. If this week gives Eddie piece of mind, he'll deal with it.

Begrudgingly.

They go to an arcade and waste what’s probably hundreds of dollars for a sad amount of tickets and dogshit prizes—a collection of plastic shot glasses and a toy gun that doesn’t even shoot anything, but makes some unsettling noises when you pull the trigger.

They take the shot glasses as a sign to get tipsy that night, and end up drunk, daring each other this and daring each other that until the topic of skinny-dipping gets brought up.

“No, no—we can’t. There’s sharks at night!”

“In the pool, then!”

And then they’re stumbling drunk out towards the pool, shoving each other and yelling and laughing maniacally, and if Steve were anyone else he would say they were in love, but Steve’s not anyone else and he knows the time limit on all this, so he swallows that thought and focuses on getting rid of his shirt and pants without falling over. Then his socks, and—

He stills. He realizes, even through the fog of intoxication, this is a very precarious situation.

Despite how annoyed he is with the week, and how much he wishes Eddie would just say “fuck it” and change his mind, he knows it’s important. For Eddie, at least.

But Eddie’s naked in front of him and Steve can’t seem to remember how to function.

It only lasts a matter of moments, because soon Eddie’s in the water and teasing him about being a chicken, but Steve’s still thinking about everything he’s just seen, every inch of Eddie’s skin, how real all of him is in that water—

Steve can’t go a day, here, without being some sort of shaken to his core, can he?

“Get in the water, baby,” Eddie purrs.

“I can’t.” It falls out of Steve involuntarily—he’s drunk.

“Yes, you can.”

“How?”

“Lose the boxers, jump in the pool,” Eddie says, “It’s that easy.”

Steve shakes his head. Then swallows.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I can’t.”

“Steve—“

“I’m hard.”

He doesn’t realize it until he’s saying it, and then after it leaves him, understands that yeah. He’s fucking hard, and all that happened was Eddie getting naked in front of him. No contact, no sexual insinuation, just skin.

Eddie must be magic.

“I can see that.”

Steve is utterly mortified. He doesn’t know what to do except move his shirt (from where it had been clutched against his chest) to hide his growing erection. Now would’ve been a fantastic time to have whiskey dick.

“I… wanna finish the week,” Steve says softly. Eddie’s smirk dies on his face.

“Really?”

“I want you to trust me. I want… I want to do this for you.”

The look on Eddie’s face is foreign, and Steve doesn’t have the brain power available to figure out what it means, but it doesn’t matter anyway. Now that his intentions are clear, Steve drops the shirt and his boxers. A curious glance catches Eddie’s pupils dilating comically, but maybe that’s just from the alcohol.

Eddie backs away from the edge when Steve gets in the water, and they manage to keep their distance.

Barely.

Thursday, August 8th—Steve is itchy, and that’s all he has to report.

They lie around, swim in the pool, and walk on the beach. Nothing eventful, except he’s itchy with anticipation. He’s so close, so fucking close he can practically taste the sweat and salt on Eddie’s skin.

It’s not enough.

Friday, August 9th—midnight tonight and Steve is finally free.

They go for coffee, they hang around—and by hang around, he means Eddie hangs around his periphery as he scours every available source for something they can do tonight, because he has to take his mind off midnight

A bar with an indie band will do.

He tells Eddie about it, who’s got his nose in a book—

“That’s a good one,” Steve tells him.

“Really?”

“I thought it was gonna be, like, a textbook when I picked it up,” Eddie says, flipping a page.

“So did I,” Steve admits, moving around the couch. Eddie scoots for him so they can lie side by side. This is without any real words or indications—Eddie just knows, and he knows when Steve lies down next to him that they’re reading together, now, and asks him quietly if he can turn the page.

The summer home, tucked away in its own little corner of beach-front paradise, has a history far more interesting than the tale at hand, so I will tell it in hopes it makes my story a little fuller, a little brighter—Bill was the heir to the Standard Oil name—

Steve likes this one a lot. He likes Augustine and Betty and James and the drama of it all, and the house on the beach, and all the twisting metaphors, and the way T.S. writes like she’s got a feather in her palm rather than a keyboard at her fingertips. Most of all, he likes that she begins and ends each chapter with a poem, and that his parents had lifted “Holiday House” from this book and plastered it across their own property. He likes that the novel lives here on the shelves of a place named after it. He likes that Eddie’s reading it, now, too.

They read together through chapters four, five, six, seven, and eight. Eddie seems invested, but the time it’s taken them to get here is enough to have practically starved them both.

“I’ll make us something to eat,” Steve says as Eddie turns to chapter nine, “Keep reading.”

“Without you?”

“I’ve already read it.”

Steve gets up off the couch, missing the warmth Eddie’s body had been exuding, but his hunger supersedes his desire to crawl back onto the couch and fall asleep on Eddie’s chest.

Tonight.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Mmm?”

“Do you have a pen?”

“Should be one in the desk in the sunroom,” Steve replies without a second thought, “What’re you hungry for?”

That night they go to the aformentioned bar, Eddie get’s a little tipsy, and they have a fantastic time (at first). The band is beyond good, the crowd is loud, and by 10 P.M. these two girls have joined them, and Steve and Eddie are having a hell of a time chatting them up.

Ally and Aubree—neither of which are Steve’s type, but are arguably gorgeous. Blond, sunkissed, wreaking of tequila and sunscreen and cheap perfume. He’s finding it very funny to chat with Aubree (he’s pretty sure it’s Aubree) knowing full well he’ll be pedal-to-the-metal gunning it home at midnight. Maybe he and Eddie won’t even make it out of the car. Maybe they’ll go out to the parking lot and it’ll already be too late for them, falling all over each other into the back-seat while Ally and Aubree disappointedly hunt for different prey.

It dawns on Steve, then, he’s sort of being an ass, but so far, nothing in he and Aubree’s conversation has explicitly alluded to going home together. For all he knows, she’s gonna go home and jump Ally’s bones--same deal as him.

The same, however, cannot be said for Eddie, who is clearly too good at flirting for his own good, and has Ally completely hooked. Steve can’t help glancing over now and again, watching them closely, not feeling jealousy, but more… awe? He’s incredibly impressed with Eddie’s performance.

“You think she’s hotter?”

Steve starts.

“What?!”

“You think Ally’s hotter than me,” Aubree states again, voice loud over the music and the crowd, but not loud enough for it to catch Ally or Eddie’s attention.

“No—I—”

Eddie and Ally get up from the table. Something inside Steve’s guts sinks, and sinks low. He watches them disappear into the crowd. He swallows. He turns back to Aubree.

“I think you’re gorgeous,” he says, honestly, “I’m just not looking for a hookup tonight.”

Aubree grins at the compliment. Steve tries to keep his cool, but he’s feeling the exact opposite of cool. He is, in fact, spiraling. He realizes, in this moment, Eddie may not be attracted to that girl, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s not going to oblige her.

Steve had thought this was all fun and games, but now he just wants to throw up.

Not that it’s any of his business what Eddie does. Not that Eddie’s obligated to stick to only him this summer. It’s a fling, afterall.

A fling.

“You wanna dance?” Aubree asks.

"What?"

She points, "Dance!"

The indie-folk vibe is not incredibly conducive to dancing, but Steve’s up for anything if it takes his mind off Eddie and that girl. That girl. Eddie had said verbatim he was gay, right?

He allows himself to be led to the dance floor.

He tries to forget.

He feels sick.

In the car on the drive back, Steve knows he’s being eerily quiet. He knows Eddie is uncomfortable with his silence. He knows he should turn on the radio, or say something, but all he wants to do is ask if Eddie kissed that girl, if maybe he did something worse than that, and if he had, Steve desperately wants to know how and why and what the logistics of hooking up with some random girl in Maine were when Eddie had said he was gay, and if all gay men could just hook up with women, and if all Eddie had to do was think of Mark Hamil or some other nice guy and that was good enough for him, because a hole is a hole and—

“Are you pissed, or something?”

Eddie’s tone is already accusatory, and it just makes Steve feel worse.

“No.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Don’t tell me how I feel.”

Eddie scoffs.

“Then don’t act like a kicked puppy because I made out with some random chick at a bar.”

Made out.

Steve goes so quiet it’s like he’s not even breathing, at this point. He feels the urge to cry burning at the back of his skull and he fights it, hard. He knows it’s not his place to be upset—they never said anything about them being exclusive this summer. Steve was flirting with Aubree somewhat, too, and danced with her, even.

Not really because he’d wanted to, but still.

Steve swallows.

“Are you pissed at me?”

Steve’s eyes don’t leave the road, but his hands grip the wheel so tightly his knuckles are an unnatural shade of white compared to the rest of his skin. He can feel Eddie’s eyes on him—all the more reason not to cry. He’s fighting tooth and nail for it. He doesn’t get why this all feels so bad. He doesn’t get why he’s so upset.

Maybe he had just expected tonight to be their night.

But that’s stupid, isn’t it? “Why the fuck would I be mad at you?”

Steve’s turn to scoff—he has no idea why Eddie would be mad, but it’s hard to believe he isn’t when he sounds so goddamn angry.

“I don’t know.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know?”

“At least I’m not mad.”

“I’m not mad—” Eddie’s getting madder every second.

They pull into the driveway and Steve stops abruptly, pretty much wrenching the key out of the ignition and kicking the driver door open the way Eddie had done to the passenger.

It’s a little satisfying, he will admit.

He stalks up the driveway, because now he is mad, and hurt, and feeling like he’s been betrayed even though he hasn’t been. He wants to sleep it off. He has to sleep it off. “Now who’s the mad one?!” Eddie calls after him, and Steve's resolve snaps like a twig. He spins around, tears flowing, anger spilling.

“You don’t even like girls!” he yells. Eddie’s so taken aback he literally takes a step back, even though there’s a whole driveway of space between them. “What the fuck kind of asshole makes a guy wait an entire week to be with him, and then two-hours before the week is up, runs off to make out with some random bitch?!"

He hadn't meant that, the bitch part, but it feels so good to say it now, even though he'll feel guilty about it later.

“Why do you care so much?!” Eddie yells back, so furious now he’s literally red in the face— “You’re gonna do the exact same shit a month from now!”

“Says who?!” Steve shouts, “Who the fuck said September 1st is gonna roll around and I’m suddenly not gonna be fucking obsessed with you, Eddie?! Because I have been fucking dying for this week to be over, and it’s gonna fucking kill me to go home, but I’m gonna do it for you, okay?!”

His chest is heaving. He can feel the red in his cheeks and the salt on his tongue. He is, for maybe the hundredth time, utterly pathetic. But he can’t stop himself.

“Steve—”

“If we’re doing this,” he says, “We’re doing this. You’re mine for twenty-two fucking days. I. Like. You."

Steve turns on his heel and storms inside, leaving the door to Holiday House hanging wide open. As angry as he is, he doesn’t want to risk slamming it shut and having Eddie turn and go. This way, Steve at least knows he’ll follow him inside to shut and lock the door.

He trudges up the stairs and into his room, leaving that door open, too. He peels out of his shirt and unbuckles his belt, pulling it from the loops and tossing it angrily to the floor. He runs his hands through his hair, trying to put himself back in order, halting the flow of tears and taking deep breaths to soothe his anger.

“I’m sorry,” comes quietly from the doorway, “I just—I didn’t know it was serious for you.”

That seems ridiculous, all things considered.

“It’s not for you?”

There’s a long quiet. Steve doesn’t have it in himself to turn around. He should’ve known what he was feeling wasn’t reciprocated—Steve’s not the kind of guy Eddie wants or needs, and for some reason he hadn’t prepared himself for that, even though he knew it all along. He should be grateful, take what he can get, but all he feels is—

“I was trying to… I thought you would feel better about all this if you thought I didn’t care,” Eddie admits. “I thought if you knew how much I fucking liked you, you wouldn’t let me have you at all.”

Steve spins around, hands on his hips, chest still heaving.

“What time is it?”

Eddie blinks. He looks thoroughly disheveled, still red, and sheepish, like somehow he’s humiliated himself. In a few ways, he has acted like a fucking fool, but Steve is no less attracted to the idiot now than he was before. He did a stupid fucking thing, but Steve has done a hundred stupid fucking things in his life, and he’ll do a hundred fucking more. Eddie's logic is sort-of sound, he just wishes he would've said something to Steve instead of taking it out on some random girl.

“What?”

“What. Time. Is. It?” Steve demands again. Eddie stammers, eyes darting around the room until they land on the alarm clock on Steve’s bedside table.

“Twelve-thirty? Are we—”

Steve doesn’t let him finish.

He surges forward and seizes Eddie by the face, bringing their mouths together insistently, all tongue and teeth and spit and bitter remnants of tears. Eddie get’s hands on his ass and he moans about it, which spurs the older boy forward, and they go tumbling back into Steve’s bed.

I love you, he thinks.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie mumbles against his throat before he's sucking and biting and soothing with his tongue and Steve is reduced to sensation--Eddie's body on top of his, knee between his thighs, bedsheets against his back--

“Prove it,” Steve breathes.

And he does—over and over and over again.

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