#And I truly mean non-sexual acts of love

[kittenkes]

Foreplay should start in the morning and last all day.

#You gotta preheat the oven ya know? #And I truly mean non-sexual acts of love #free advice

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ ｂｅｓｉｄｅ ｙｏｕ ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!jisung x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: Han adores you and there's truly no one else he'd rather ditch a party early to cuddle with.

♡ Genre: fluff 

♡ Word Count: 1k-ish

♡ Warnings: mention of anxiety, brief non-sexual undressing

Han sits on the floor in front of Felix’s couch with his head cradled by the softness of your thighs. You run your fingers through his hair, stopping every now and then to carefully massage his scalp. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath in, and slowly lets it back out. When his eyes open again he doesn’t feel as smothered by the party raging around him.

Suddenly the music’s muffled, the lights have softened, and the crowds push away until there’s only you. His darling. His love. His sweet baby. His reputation for being a social butterfly has come to mean that people expect a lot of him. With expectations come pressure and with pressure comes anxiety. But sitting here with you is his safe place. You are his safe place. 

He takes you by the wrists, weaving his fingers between yours, and lays your arms over his shoulders. “Why ya lookin at me like that? Hmm?” you tease, nuzzling your chin against his velvety hair. Han smiles, those pinchable quokka cheeks perking up, “Because you’re so beau-ti-ful.” There’s something charming about the incredibly British way he says that word.

Beau-TI-ful. So beau-TI-ful. He’ll say it in any accent you want, any language he can learn if you ask him to. In his eyes, you’re a work of art worthy of praise in every possible way he can offer it. And every time he does, without fail, you get this warm fuzzy feeling in your chest. The one you're feeling right about now.

You kiss him on the forehead, trying to hide that sweet smile of yours even though he wishes that you wouldn’t. “I wish we were home so we could cuddle” you sigh and he’s already on his feet, helping you get your things together. Typically he makes it a point to say goodbye to Felix but now all he can think of is lying in bed with you, his arms snug around your gloriously chubby figure.

Getting you back home is his only objective. Han leads you out into the night, fingers still interlocked with yours and tries his hardest to remember where he parked the car. Crossing the street, your heel catches on a piece of gravel. “Shit” you mumble, nearly losing your balance. Han spins around, wide eyed and worried sick that you’ve gotten hurt somehow.

He kneels down right away, inspecting your ankle for broken bones, “Are you okay? Does this hurt?” “Baby, I’m fine. Don’t worry. I shouldn’t have worn these stupid heels anyway.” Despite your assurance that you’re alright, he continues to examine your ankle, even checking the other one to be double sure.

You’re his favorite. The thing he wouldn’t trade for every star hanging up above. If anything ever hurts you, even something as small as a paper cut, he has to take care of it. Make it all better. “Just, uh, stay here, okay? Don’t move!” he instructs, moving you back onto the sidewalk. “Han…” A quick peck on the lips cuts you off before he’s racing to get the car.

You aren’t nearly as fragile as your boyfriend acts like you are but it makes you feel special that he cares so much. Han pulls the car up beside you, hopping out to help you into the passenger’s seat. His sense of urgency makes it seem like you were injured in battle. “I said I was fine” you giggle, “It’s really not that serious.” Han pulls off your heels, taking a few seconds to massage your “poor little ankles”.

On the ride home he asks a million times if you’re comfortable. Is the seat the way you like it? Is the music okay? You tell him that it’s perfect because it is. It always is. 

You shift the focus from yourself by asking about his music and the spark it sets off within him is visible. “Oh my pretty, pretty baby” he squeals, resting a hand on the gentle meat of your inner thigh, “I have, like, so much to tell you! So much!” Han talks a mile a minute, squeezing your thigh a bit tighter each time he gets to a detail he’s really excited about.

Before you know it you’re pulling into your garage and he’s almost dragging you up to the bedroom. You don’t have to lift a finger to change out of your clothes because Han’s already plucking them off of you and replacing them with your comfiest pajamas. “You want tea? Water? A snack?” he asks, hopping into a pair of sweatpants. 

“What I want is…” You collapse onto the bed, bringing him down with you, “This. This is nice.” Han lays his head on your stomach, hands sliding up the side of your shirt to squish your love handles, “If you ever get rid of this I’ll cry.” You roll your eyes, "Oh please.” “I mean it, it’s my favorite.” “You say every part of me is your favorite.”

Han scooches up to kiss you on the nose, “You can have more than one favorite. Like here…” Lips brush against your neck. “And here...” Fingers trail down your spine. “And here…” Han could go on like this, worshiping everything from the nape of your neck to that ticklish spot behind your knee, for the rest of the night. 

And he does. Even going so far as to double back to make sure he hasn’t missed anything. When he’s finished, he cuddles up behind you, no longer content with being the little spoon. “Can we just stay like this forever?” “Mmm, maybe…” you mumble, rolling over to rest your face on his chest.

“Maybe?” You can’t see his face but you’re positive there’s a look of utter offense on it. Draping your leg across his waist, you kiss underneath his chin, “Yes, we can. Forever. You are my favorite after all.”

#han jisung x you #han jisung x reader #han jisung fluff #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids fluff #chubby reader #plus size reader

[444rockstargf]

I just need the ROUGHEST sex from euro

I’ve been thinking about maybe reader passes out from how vigorously he’s fucking her and after she wakes up he’s still fucking her (cnc) and he’s just very cocky and like man handling her into all of these positions

Just very sadistic rough skull fucking sex ❤️❤️

ask & you shall recieve :))

"he hurt me but it felt like true love." | euronymous

ultraviolence. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 464

contents: p in v, unprotected sex, torture, pain kink, losing consciousness, cnc

warnings: this fic contains cnc (consenual non-consent), meaning that consent was given prior to their partner performing sexual acts on them. please do not read if uncomfortable! thank you.

your body had completely given up. every time he pounded into you made it feel like a different part of your body was dying. he had one of your legs over his shoulder, your tied-up hands pinned above your head. you were completely helpless, and the only thing you could do was cry.

you were so dizzy that at one point it felt like the entire world was spinning on its axis. you were bruised and sore from how rough he had been with you. throwing you into various positions and marking you up all over. and when he saw your body get so tired that it reached the point of shutting down, he simply smiled and continued torturing your little body.

 when you passed out from it becoming too much for your body to handle, he kissed you deeply, sucking the life out of your soul while also reviving every cell in your body. your eyes were bloodshot from crying for all these hours. you had never gone on this long before. you were in agony, your pussy being fucked completely raw.

he had a cockring around himself so that he could torture you for as long as possible. hearing your pained cries only fueled his desire to fuck you to death. he was so turned on seeing you this way. you truly looked angelic when you were holding on to life so dearly. you were so fucked out of your mind that you even forgot to breath sometimes.

you had gone completely numb in a few places, like your legs and arms. your moans had turned into zombie-like whimpers a long time ago. you were surprised that your body hadn't given up yet, but you knew that you were getting close to that point. you were about to lose consciousness, very much to his pleasure.

he kept on abusing your bruised pussy, the pain becoming somewhat addictive. as much as you wanted him to stop, there was something so fulfilling about this mistreatment. your vision started blurring as your body started getting weaker and weaker, and you felt yourself sinking into the bed. 

you took a breath that you thought was going to be your last as everything went black. and in a flash, you were conscious again and now in a different position. your face was stuffed into your pillow, his hand around your neck as you felt yourself being filled up for what seemed like the millionth time tonight.

he saw that you had woken up. “rise and shine, doll.” he mocked as you cried into the pillow. you knew he had no intention of ever stopping. but you never said the safe word, of even gestured for him to stop. because deep down, this was all you've ever wanted.

author's note: sorry for not posting much today :(( i literally have school in 5 days and its breaking my heart.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #lana del rey #444rockstargf

[princessefemmelesbian]

Lesbians: how did you realize you were attracted to women?

I see a lot of lesbians talk about how they realized they weren't attracted to men, but we can all agree that talking about men is an absolute drag(I mean does any lesbian ever talk about men in a positive light? 😒), so let's talk about women!

I think for me one of the main things that helped me realize was that the idea of being with a woman always felt safer and more fulfilling. It didn't seem like an obligation, or a thing I had to "inevitably" do, it felt much more voluntary, joyful, and freeing. I never felt like I had to worry about a relationship that would feel unequal and like a trap, because lesbian relationships already subvert gender norms/the patriarchy/stereotypes in so many different ways. I always thought as a child that girls were more beautiful than boys, and I always noticed women's beauty in every woman that I met, while the same could not be said for boys because they're all so plain. I had to force myself to crush on boys while looking back I never once did that for girls, I had a lot of instances of naturally crushing on girls(even if it was subtle/small) that I simply never allowed myself to acknowledge or act upon because of comphet. And when I thought that a girl had a crush on me I would always feel flattered and elated rather than discomforted and stressed out like I did with guys.

I also realized pretty quickly that pretty much the only romances that I found engaging to read/write about were f/f ones, canon or otherwise(they just seemed more equal and heartfelt), and that nothing quite inspired me like seeing (Black) femme lesbians being open and doing their thing, and it made me sad to "know" that I was "just" straight, because I wished I was a lesbian and could have all these fun and pretty feelings for girls that they could. I was always starry-eyed when I heard a song that was about women loving women(such as "Little Miss Perfect"). I also heavily related to and adored lesbian characters in media, and even if they weren't canonically lesbians, I used to headcanon them as such pretty much all of the time.

And ik that for a lot of us lesbians, realizing that you don't like boys is way harder than realizing that you like girls, but truthfully, what made me realize I was a lesbian and that I suffered from compulsory heterosexuality wasn't just realizing that I didn't have to like men, but that women were an option instead! A lot of my inner conflict over my sexuality wasn't just the anguish over thinking that my destiny was to be with a man, but that it never occurred to me that my destiny could be with a woman; that idea was never presented to me, it was always "you have to like guys, or else, women who?" And knowing that women are a choice and that I could solely seek out women and non-binary sapphics made me feel truly satisfied, free, and whole for the first time!

Lesbians, I'd be excited to hear your story as well of how you discovered your own attraction to women!

(read the tags PLEASE, don't act a fool)

#lesbian #lesbian positivity #comphet #lesbian pride #black lesbian #femme #femme lesbian #black femme lesbian #lesbian euphoria #non-lesbians can reblog but don't answer #men dni #literally if you are a boy and you even breathe on this post i will kill you #op

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

hellooo for the flower event I would like to request Orchid with vil schoenheit pls :))

Vil Schoenheit:

Orchid - an innocent moment devolving into something that’s not.

Every ounce of his skin was utter perfection.

It was important to foster intimacy without sexual undertones, or it was in your personal opinion. A naked body could easily just be a piece of art and if there was any compliment that described Vil, it would be that. Sometimes you just had to sit back and appreciate his lithe form, the way he makes even getting dressed in the morning look elegant. Did he ever have to wipe the sleep from his eyes? Or even spend hours in front of the mirror tending to frazzled hair that was disrespected by humidity? You don’t rightly know as the moment you open your eyes, Vil is already exuding his natural perfection.

He always scolded you when you acted like it was a divine act from a god above when it was truly Vil’s own hard work and upkeep that kept him glowing. He tried to encourage these positive routines in you as well, making a bedtime ordeal out of it as you washed your faces next to each other, or gently combed knots out of your (or his) hair after a shower. He was serious when it came to beauty but he saw this as an act of love, especially when you decided to help him with maintaining his routine when he was at his most exhausted.

The bath water is hot but not too hot, not wanting to potentially make his skin too red and dry, the bubble bath creating a feeling like he was sliding into silk bed sheets. You had run the bath for him after he called you to mention his arrival time, your boyfriend having left early in the morning for a shoot and arriving back to your loving abode nearly twelve hours later. You could only imagine how sore his muscles were no matter how talented he was, even Vil needed to take a breath from time to time.

“Not hair wash night, right?”

“Mm, no. Tomorrow night will do… I should put some of that hair oil in, the one we got recommended by my fathers’ manager.” You nodded, glancing at the closet and spotting the bottle. “…Thank you, my love.”

“Anything for you.” You leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek that was eagerly awaiting your affection, Vil staying with his cheek turned to you as you pressed more and more to them. He chuckled at the onslaught but felt all the more appreciated, his eyebrow raising when you ‘missed’, hitting a bit lower as a kiss landed on his jaw. He didn’t stop you then either, his body shifting so he could give you more access; now this was the type of pampering that money couldn’t buy. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get carried away.”

“I don’t mind,” Vil smiled up at you, the devious eyebrow raising again. “Do you intend to do more after my bath? I could use a massage… Normally I wouldn’t let just anyone give me one, but speaking from experience, you’re quite good with your hands. Would you mind?”

Non-sexual intimacy was important, but it truly was impossible to ignore the call of a siren.  

#Twisted Wonderland #Disney Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Disney TWST #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Vil Schoenheit #Vil Schoenheit x Reader #Scenario #Flower Prompts

[from-izzy]

[04:42] | tbz kim sunwoo

"It's not disgusting okay?"

​PAIRING » tbz kim sunwoo x fem!reader TROPE/AU » ​established relationship au!, non-idol au!, the slightest friends to lovers (from their backstory) GENRE​ » sunwoo is so whipped for you, fluffy fluff fluff fluff, the slight tinge of angst, non-sexual undressing (reader is on her period and sunwoo is lovely and helps you change!), sunwoo being so in love with you, caring boyfriend kim sunwoo, reader blushing because sunwoo is so whipped for you, sunwoo reassuring you that staining the bed and his clothes that you're wearing is not a big deal at all, kim sunwoo is whipped for you (...did i say that already—), fast proofread once! WORD COUNT » 1593 ESTIMATED READING TIME » ~6 mins WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!) » reader is on her period, emotional rollercoaster for the reader (period hormones), descriptions of blood, undressing (non-sexual!)

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

thank you for reading @deobienthusiast, @sohnric !! 💕

...also i'm so soft for this scenario 😭

Maybe it’s the love instinct that woke him up.

Sunwoo isn’t one to wake up in the middle of his slumber, content with the rest he would be awarded after the long days of yawning and the tears that would spring to his eyes whenever he did so. Maybe he woke up because his bed was warmer than usual with your presence next to him, hiding your face into his chest while you let out soft snores from your slightly gaped lips, unaware of the affectionate gaze falling upon you.

Though the sleep is still in his eyes, he couldn’t help but coo at your sleeping figure. The corner of his lips pulled into a smile, content with how peaceful you looked after yesterday's long crying session. His fingers brush the hair strands that inconveniently block your side view, taking multiple attempts due to how gentle Sunwoo is being to keep you asleep.

“You’re so beautiful,” he confesses with a forehead kiss.

You respond with a few shuffles making his eyes slightly widen, his whole body automatically staying still. Light groaning and mumbles fall out of you and your eyes still haven’t opened, your brain pushing you closer to the chest that acted as a barrier with the sunset. Sunwoo chuckles when you exhale in satisfaction with his hand on the back of your head to bring you closer.

“You’re too cute.” He’s so in love with you, his heart combusting with every small thing you do. “I’m so thankful you’re mine.”

If you were fully conscious, you would have responded with words or at least gestures that would convey the same meaning as the ones he just said. But unfortunately, the stomach of your muscles constricts and the crease between your eyebrows truly alerted Sunwoo, the feeling of drowsiness completely gone. 

“Sun…woo…” The pain pulls you of out his hold, your hands flying to your abdomen as if you’re trying to keep the body part together from falling out. 

“What? What’s wrong?” His body immediately sits up, one hand on your sweating forehead, the other clenching one of your hands on your lower body. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”

His eyes answered his growing anxiety, the colour seeping through his bedsheets. At first, his eyebrows knitted in confusion as he recalls seeing the tracker on his phone; you’re a few days early, it’s happened before but never this early. His body springs into action first, jumping on his feet to carry your whimpering body to the bathroom. 

“Bubs.” He tries to distract you from the pain. The cover of the toilet seat clangs against its tank, Sunwoo slamming it open to get you to sit properly. “Tell me what I can do to help. Do you need anything?”

You try your best to answer but only incoherent words strung out of your shaking lips, eyes twinkling with tears due to the kicks and pushes on your whole lower body that is slowly spreading and growing worse by the second. With no proper response given, Sunwoo could only frown at your situation. His knees try to be comfortable against the cold tiles, eyes observing your every motion.

He would take your pain away if he could.

The way your body curls in front of him, arms tightly wrapped around your middle and the way the sweat trickles down your nape, making your body temperature spike uncomfortably. A curse is heard from your boyfriend when your sobs grow louder.

“It’s never hurt this much before.” And he’s never seen you in this much pain before. “I hate this…”

“I know, I know.” Sunwoo validates your feelings. He offers his comfort with the circling motions on your knees. “Should I get you a heat pack? The chicken and corn soup from down the streets? Warm water?” 

“I-I don’t know…” You shook your head. “I’m sorry I stained your sheets and clothes…” 

“Hey…” Sunwoo shakes his head firmly, “That stuff doesn’t matter to me, okay? Don’t even think of those insignificant things right now.” Sunwoo kisses the tip of your sweaty nose, reassuring you further.

Just like on cue, a lightbulb flashes on top of his head, recalling an episode that his sister told him about when she was having her own time. The realisation didn’t go past you and you just watched lifelessly when he ran out of the room to grab your spare underwear and the new pack of pads from the bottom cabinet.

“S-Sunwoo?”

You know that Sunwoo has always been a caring boyfriend. Observant and always keeping an eye on you in case you need any sort of hand. When you were both just friends, he had always held your hand whilst crossing the street or given you a pack of tissues whenever you started your meal—mind you you were already in high school at this point.

It's always sent your heart fluttering, your face flushed and your arms around his whenever he's by your side. 

Just when you thought that Sunwoo couldn't get any more observant, the way he peels the pad from its plastic cover, scrunching the piece of paper that covered the adhesive and patting the cotton on the right side of the fabric, he shows again that he still has love to give you. 

That he still loves you ever since he laid his eyes on you and shows that the words are true.

Sunwoo turns around, his hands on the waistband of the clothing, proud of his best work. For a second his gesture made your eyelids collect the tears that have been threatening to fall, and Sunwoo strides to you once more.

“I can see your thoughts, bubs.” Kneeling once more, his hands came up to stroke your cheeks, “It's not disgusting okay? It's part of your life to have periods.”

Sunwoo offers to at least have you change into some fresh clothes, his plan including helping you change out of your dirty underwear that is making you squirm and sensitive. The shake of your head renders Sunwoo hopeless, slowly seeing the arising panic start to show in your eyes.

“No…” It's when you realise once again just how much the time of your month renders you useless. The pressing of your arms on your stomach becomes stronger in hopes of relieving some pain. “I can't let you see that…that'll be too much…”

“I won't even look at your garment! I'll keep my eyes on you the whole time and I'll just throw it in the bathtub okay?” A thumb is thrown to the side to indicate the direction. “I can't let you be in pain and be uncomfortable like this, bubs.” A soothing press on the lips gets your mind back in place, and feel more connected to the present.

Your tired eyes open, greeting a pair of fond ones, Sunwoo scrunching his nose up cutely and bopping the tip of his nose with yours mischievously. The sound of your laughter relieves him, eventually urging him to press another peck to your lips.

“Promise you won’t leave me after this?”

“Stupid girl, I won’t leave you!” He shakes his head with the brightest smile on his face. “There’s no way I would do that to you.”

Sunwoo coils his hand tightly with yours, his thumb running over your skin before he lets out an exhale followed by an ‘okay’. You nod to him, understanding the meaning behind his words. He puts his hands gently on your hips, another series of circular motions over the fabric of his stained shirt. Gentle and slow—it makes your emotions bounce all over the small bathroom, crying and thankful for the forehead kiss he gives once more.

“I won’t look okay?” You smile, genuinely trusting his words.

You scrunch your (boyfriend’s) shirt to your waistline from the side to let Sunwoo hook the item of clothing underneath. The shirt still covered your private parts, it being oversized enough to keep that part of yourself hidden. Sunwoo keeps his eye contact with your half-lidded eyes, making silly faces to cheer you up—his eyes tell a different story though. 

“Done!” He flicks the tinted clothing to the bathtub away from both of your eyes. “Alright?” Checking on you.

“More than alright.” A wave of relief washes over you as soon as the clean cotton piece snaps on your hips. You stretched the ache of your ached back, straightening up and relaxing your posture. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He rises from his knees, cupping your face between the palms of his hands. “You’re so adorable.” Squishing your cheeks despite the complaints you gave him with the red hues on your skin.

But your mind runs back to the white sheets of his bed behind the door and your lower lips juts in guilt. Before you could even say anything else, Sunwoo places your chin between the pads of his thumb and pointer, tilting your head slightly to accommodate for the height difference. 

“I’ll change it.” Whispering against your lips. “I’ll get you some warm water so you just rest your body for a bit more and I’ll change it.”

Apologies wouldn’t work on him. You know that’s not what he wants this to be. “Thank you. Cuddles after?”

Like a delighted child, excited with the mention of his favourite thing to do with you, Sunwoo skips out of the bathroom and you hear the plush of the pillows and duvet that plops on the floor amongst the other rowdy things.

“You can compensate with as many cuddles and kisses as I want when I’m done!”

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[jisungsdaydreamer]

Cowboy Like Me | TEASER | 18+

«GENERAL M.LIST» · «NAVIGATION» · «TALK TO ME»

SYNOPSIS How can falling in love with someone feel so right? How could it ever be wrong?

Pairing: Lee Know x fem!reader Genre: Hollywood au, non modern au, angst, smut Warnings: explicit sexual content, playboy agenda, heavy drinking, mentions of drugs, slight age gap, virgin reader, toxic relationship dynamics, may contain inaccurate depictions of the time period, slight descriptions/mentions of infidelity, some misogynistic dialogue (& more to come) Release Date: TBA

It’s no secret that Lee Minho is one of the most sought after dreamboats to ever grace the silver screens of Hollywood.

Rumored to have torrid affairs with only the most dazzling starlets, it’s no secret that he’s popular amongst the ladies either. Unfortunately, after Minho is caught in the middle of a sordid scandal with a noteworthy director’s wife, he journeys away from home to escape the damaging media circus swarming him.

Taking refuge in the small sound production studio in which he was first discovered as a star, Minho reconnects with his old passion for music, and in doing so, stumbles upon a fledgling singer who turns his life upside down. You and Minho are worlds apart; while you’re a sweet, up and coming artist, Minho is an infamous lothario disillusioned by fame.

He knows he should leave you alone, stay away from you. He knows he should refrain from dragging you into his unfortunate spotlight, from making his demons yours. He knows the way his pulse quickens around you is wrong, and that loving you is the last thing he should be doing. Minho also knows that he’s failing in his efforts to quell his feelings for you, slowly surrendering his heart to you.

But it’s not just the world around him that is a caveat to his romance with you. Minho has never truly given or received love, limiting his amorous endeavors to a single night or the ones fabricated by movie scripts. You deserve better than him— a strong, kind man who isn’t afraid to love you, to devote himself to you, to show you off to the world, paparazzi and tabloids cast aside. Pursuing you would not only jeopardize Minho’s own tenuous reputation, but your future as well. It means disaster, a tragedy instead of romance. But how could he not, when this is the most authentic he’s ever felt, after a lifetime of playing other characters?

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[cockslutpadalecki]

Mean!Steve waiting for the food service worker who got his order wrong 😌

The Customer Is Always Right

Pairing: Mean!Steve x F!Reader.

Words: 1.1K.

Warnings: non-con, mean!Steve is mean, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Hope you enjoy lovely, and thank you for sending this in! Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

It’s late when you leave work, the cool night air helping to relax you after a long and sticky-warm shift. The height of summer is slowly creeping up and the small restaurant’s air conditioning struggles to keep up with the intense temperatures that peak during the day. 

With a small wave, you say your goodbyes to your colleagues, and head off in the direction of your car, taking the walk slowly so you can bask in the fresh breeze helping to cool you. You reach into your bag for your keys, only looking up when your fingers curl around them.

The man is instantly familiar as he boldly strides out of the shadows, making you jump. He’s recognisable anywhere considering he’s Steve Rogers, and it felt like an honour to wait on him when he seated himself in your section earlier in the evening. You couldn’t wait to tell him what a hero he is, how he’s idolised and revered in your household, but very quickly you had come to realise that the man who’s so admired by your father is simply propaganda. A legend made up by politicians, a fabrication. A myth of colossal proportions.

Afraid he’s come back to continue his tirade of abuse, you immediately start to retreat.

“Are you dumb? How hard is it to write down some words? Or are you that stupid you can’t even do that right?” 

“I’m sorry, sir-um, Mr. Rogers, I’ll take it back for you right now.” 

“No, I want the correct order. I don’t give a fuck what you do with this.” He reaches out, using his index finger to flip up the plate in your hand, but your reflexes aren’t quick enough to stop it from crashing to the floor. You stand there in shock, not believing what just happened as he looks at the floor before glancing back up at you, a cruel smirk on his lips. “Bring me my food before you clean that shit up.”

You had written down his order correctly despite his insistence that you hadn’t, and even though the issue lay with the kitchen staff, you refused to pass blame, knowing you should’ve checked it before bringing it to him. 

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, remembering the way he watched you clean up the food and broken porcelain while he ate, occasionally chuckling to himself as you clearly battled with the mess. Steve left a sour taste in your mouth for the rest of the evening, his smirking face taunting you even long after he vacated his table. 

You stare at each other in silence until eventually he breaks it, speaking uncharacteristically soft. 

“Don’t run off, I just wanna talk.” He steps closer, causing your body to tense. You clutch your keys tighter in your fist, getting ready to use them if necessary. 

“Ta-talk about what?”

“How I behaved tonight. I was having a bad day and I snapped at the wrong person, I’m sorry.” 

You scoff. “I’ve had a bad day too, but I didn’t take it out on the customers. But seeing as my shift is over,” you give a cursory glance down at your watch, “go fuck yourself.” 

Fiddling with your car key, you manage to get it in the lock just as he snaps, “You’re not gonna accept my apology?” 

“You wouldn’t accept mine for a truly genuine mistake, so…” you trail off with a small shrug. “Enjoy the rest of your night, Mr. Rogers.” 

He closes the gap between you, slamming his palm across the door, preventing you from opening it. “I don’t think you understand…”

“What am I supposed to understand? That you’re not an asshole ‘cause you sure act like one.” 

“You should show me a little respect,” he warns, his features darkening. He’s right up in your personal space now, urging you backwards until the backs of your thighs collide with the side of your car. How he’s managed to manipulate the situation so you’re effectively trapped between him and the vehicle, you’ve no idea. “Do you even know who I am?”

You think back to all of the television broadcasts, the interviews your father obsessively watched— how kind, gentile Steve seemed. How the man standing before you is nothing like him. You don’t know this man at all. “No, I don’t.” 

“This country is indebted to me a hundred lifetimes over,” he spits, his breath hot against your face. “If I wanna complain that some idiot waitress couldn’t get my measly fuckin’ order right, I can. And if I feel like fuckin’ some brain cells into you,” sudden pressure blooms between your thighs, and you look down aghast at the sight of his hand pressed against your clothed cunt, “then I’ll damn well do that too.”

His words and actions take you aback, until the sheer magnitude of what he’s saying and doing hits you like a ton of bricks. Fight or flight kicks in and you hit him with your key-enclosed fist, feeling metal scrape flesh as a dull groaning hiss escapes him. You quickly dart out from his clutches, bolting back towards the restaurant, and your hands fumble with the keys, desperate to get to safety. Lashing out only gives you a minuscule head start but as Steve pursues you, his super speed easily cancels out your attempt to outrun him. 

Your chest aches as you try to breathe through the fear, Steve’s footsteps pounding hard against the tarmac behind you. The restaurant is just in reach. Your palm sting from the keys embedded in your skin when he grabs you, slamming you into the brick wall. 

A pained cry leaves your lips as he pins you with his body weight, hands tearing into your uniform and cold air rushes and prickles over your ass. 

“You think you’re too good to accept Captain America’s apology?” he hisses behind you. Hot tears stream down your cheeks as wet warmth smears across your bare skin. “Bet you think you’re too good for my cock too.”

The warmth builds as it sits between your cheeks before it shifts— further, deeper— until the uncomfortable heat is teasing at your entrance and pushes its way in without warning. 

An open-mouthed, silent scream leaves you and Steve chuckles behind you— a disgusting, execrable sound that makes your stomach roll and twist with nausea as he sinks into you, impossibly deep. 

He’s slow pulling out and even slower driving himself back inside you, your velvet heat tightening around his cock with every thick, serum-given inch. 

When his hips finally meet your ass, he hums, brushing the hair back from around your ear to whisper, “No woman is too good for me. Not even you.”

“Please, stop,” you whimper, “I’m sorry.”

He draws back, and the drag is exquisitely sublime. You move slightly, trying to find an angle that’s not so uncomfortable and Steve growls, seemingly delighted that you're participating. “Don’t worry, doll, by the time I’m done you’ll be thanking me.”

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[beneathashadytree]

MUSE - YVES KLOSS X READER

Warnings : non-sexual semi-nudity, one implication of sex, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff <3

Word count : 1.4K words

Additional notes : This probably makes no sense from a practical standpoint (after all, I’m not a fashion designer) but I just think of how this would be part of Yves’ love language.

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Yves’ hands were flitting gracefully from one exposed inch of skin to the other, touch achingly gentle despite his precise and calculated movements. Not an excessive flourish of the hand, and not a single gesture out of place; truly, he was always the epitome of grace.

Still, they were rather confused by his actions in the first place. Standing at the edge of their shared bed, they remained as still as he’d first asked them to. “Err, Evie?”

“Yes, darling?” he softly replied, eyebrows still furrowed and his words coming out a little absent-minded, his focus clearly elsewhere.

They watched as he draped another piece of cream silk cloth across their chest, guiding their arms a little outward so that he could wrap it snugly. “Would you mind telling me what you’re doing?”

He only hummed, having placed a pin between his lips and bit down on it. A few moments of silence passed as he fiddled with the sash this way and that, before he finally seemed to have a somewhat-satisfied look in his cerulean eyes and pinned it in place.

Mouth now free, he said, “I’m making you a blouse, of course.” With a shake of his head, he tossed his bangs back from obscuring his vision as he looked up at them. “It’s one of the designs I’d sketched last month.”

“Oh, the one you showed me in bed, after…?”

“Yes, I’ve got a perfectly good memory of when that was, thank you very much,” Yves loudly interrupted, and it took all they had to not laugh out loud at the way his cheeks began to flush as he surely began to recollect the events of the night in question. It was always endearingly easy to fluster him. His expression was quick to turn serious, almost apprehensive even. “Are you okay with this?”

At that, they chuckled a little. “A bit too late to ask me that when I’m already acting as a mannequin, don’t you think?”

The red dusting his cheeks grew a little deeper. “I was in a rush! If I hadn’t done that, all inspiration would’ve been gone in a flash.” Eyeing them carefully, his hand reached out to gently brush against the exposed side of their waist. “Really, is it alright? I do like dressing you up, but after last time…”

Oh, dear, sweet Yves. So that’s what was on his mind. They wanted to quickly dispel any worries he had, and waved him off instantly. “I was feeling particularly sensitive then. I know you don’t mean to imply that I don’t look nice enough besides you.”

“Because you absolutely do,” he fiercely interjected, a proud look in his eyes that others might’ve taken for haughtiness—but no; it was just his sheer delight in their presence on his arm wherever they ventured together. “You’d look absolutely radiant in a sack of potatoes anyways, and I mean it.”

Laughing, they leaned into the embrace he’d unconsciously began pulling them in. Arms wrapped around him as he nestled into their chest, his eyes painfully sincere that it warmed them all the way down to the tips of their toes.

“But you know I want to wear your creations. They’re all so beautiful, and they’re only made ten times more dazzling because I know that you made them with me in mind. So thank you, Evie. You really do make me feel like royalty.”

“Silly,” he clicked his tongue, a small pout on his face as he floundered for something to say for a few seconds. It didn’t matter how long they’d been together; he still had trouble coming up with responses to their forthright affection. An amused look on their face, they waited a few seconds for him to gather his bearings. He quietly went on. “You already are, though. Have you forgotten that you quite literally married a king?”

They shook their head helplessly, leaning down just the tiniest bit to press a gentle kiss to the top of his soft hair. Inhaling sharply, they sought comfort in the fact that that distinctly sweet scent would always be associated with him. Sunshine, pastries, and lavender; all things so utterly him that it was impossible to not see him as the personification of warmth. Try as he might, no sharp words rolling off his tongue would convince them otherwise.

Before they could say anything though, a sudden breeze came in through the half-open window. With autumn right around the corner, it was getting chillier and chillier every day after sundown. Still only half-dressed in the silk Yves had draped on them, they were not immune to letting out a shiver as goosebumps appeared on their exposed skin.

Almost instantaneously, he shot up from their embrace. “You should’ve said something,” he scolded them, that look of immense concentration flickering back to life in his eyes. “I’ll finish up quickly now, should be done in a minute or two.” Picking up one of the pieces of fabric he’d set on the bed, he glanced up at them once more. “Do you want me to close the windows until we’re done?”

“No, it’s fine. The room needs some fresh air anyways.”

Taking that as an invitation to continue, Yves immersed himself once again in the world of fashion and picturesque beauty. With a vision only he could see, it was astounding to see him so intent on turning them into the most breathtaking being on earth, with nothing but his deft fingers, his expensive cloth, the pincushion in his lap, and the detailed sketchbook on the bed.

He’d once said that he wanted the clothes he designed for them to give them enough confidence to translate into power; to somehow turn their already-stunning appearance into a shield like the one he possessed himself. True to his word, there was never a moment they were all bejeweled and lavishly dressed when they felt anything less than incredible about themselves.

Trust; the utmost form of love they could give him. They had no doubt in their mind that Yves had to have worshipped every inch of their body to know what perfectly suited them. And that’s why—as he darted from one task to the next—they could only watch on with affection brimming from their eyes.

“The sleeves should be flared a little. The design’s a little unconventional with silk fabric, but it’ll help make it more convenient when doing things that require rolling up your sleeves,” he mumbled almost to himself, words barely audible as he kept a pin between his teeth, but still just as lively as ever with his crystalline eyes shining. “You said that cuffs are a hassle, so this should solve that problem.” With a flourish and a flap of the big sleeve, he demonstrated that and pinned the cloth in place.

For a beat or two, Yves moved back to take in the sight of them. Whatever he was looking for he seemed to find, for he nodded and gave an appreciative hum. Turnung to his reference sketches, he ticked off a few things, before perking up once more. “Oh, and the collar’s still up for debate. I was thinking two ribbons that you could tie together at the front, maybe into a cute bow... then again, you do feel sick on carriage rides, so that might not be much of a good idea, so maybe—hey, are you listening?”

He was scowling up at them, ready to scold them some more, but the lovesick look they must’ve had on their face paired with the dopey smile stopped him in his tracks, and had him blushing down his neck and even his chest through the wide collar of his chiffon shirt, something they clearly were enjoying admiring now.

“Pervert,” he managed to choke out, following their line of sight, though he made no move to adjust his clothes, and even relaxed his form a little more, unconsciously (or was it?) revealing more of his deeply flushed skin.

“Evie?”

“What?” He’d tried to sound annoyed, but there was no bite behind the word. Something about that fickleness of his had more adoration welling up in their chest, threatening to burst through their ribcage and swallow them whole. And so they could only blurt out the words that tore themselves out of their heart and onto their tongue.

“I think I fall more in love with you by the day.”

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[utterdrip]

right like!! the take that astarion doesn't really care until act 3 or even straight up post-cazador is a little confusing and a really pessimistic read on him tbh. like, what part of "you deserve something real. i want us to be something real," says that he doesn't have feelings for them. it's right there, he's trying to tell them as openly as he can!! dude's been lying nonstop for two centuries and he's struggling so so hard until cazador is dead, but that doesn't mean his feelings are any less real just because he's Going Through It and doesn't have the emotional space left to put it to words.

he's gotta have something going on early act 2 at least, i agree lol. the dialogues you get when choosing between him and another romance before he confesses are marked as "disappointed, trying to hide it" in devnotes even. he's not ready to tell them, but it's still there!

i always saw "i didn't care for you when we first met" as referring to like. early early act 1 lmao. it changes pretty fast just being decent toward him, given how vulnerable he gets about how he's perceived a little while after the vampirism reveal no way mister show no weakness is showing a weakness that quick to someone he doesn't care for a little bit.

idk. sorry for rambling back at you!! thanks for hearing me out afehiebdi i support your agenda fully and i'm looking forward to the comp video!

this is such a good ask smooching u on the forehead

pessimistic is a great way of putting it !!!

AND PLEASE RAMBLE ALL U WANT I LOVE READING ABT HIM AND LEARNING WHAT PPL THINK ESP WHEN IT LINES UP WITH WHAT I FEEL BUT HAVE A HARD TIME ARTICULATING LIKE !!!

its just like. this man has never known tenderness in the past two centuries and even before then he doesnt remember fuck all because of the trauma and torture hed been inflicted so its like

he is truly flying blind here and does not understand intimacy and even just non sexual intimacy and FRIENDSHIP without any sort of. ulterior motives. he is in survival mode from the get go. he is the least trust worthy and least trusting. and STILL. STILL. STILLLLL he falls hard and fast for the player. finds himself having genuine Fun and Joy in conversations with them. is able to joke about being undead/wanting blood/BEING HIMSELF around people who arent even like him but LIKE HIM and will listen to him and have a sort of rapport he has NOT had in centuries. bc cazador and dev notes and the spawn all say that no one likes listening to him when he talks, and now hes surrounded by people that Will Listen to him??? and not for the sake of pleasantries and niceties but ??? because they enjoy him ??

oh he never stood a CHANCE

#frankie answers #pls i love talking about him and this absolute insane dichotomy he has between like #saying batshit jnsane things to get attention versus not knowing what to do with that attention #bg3 spoilers #i love. astarion. so ducking much guys.

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Smash or Pass

I was tagged by @writernopal (here)! Thank you so much for this fun Tag! I think I might do a few of these for my OCs, because I adore this tag game (:

Rules: pretty self-explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc)

Augustus Grimmure

Description (I haven't completed his character art yet): Augustus is a tall young man with dark skin and long, curly ashen brown hair - which he usually styles into a very neat ponytail with a purple ribbon. He has hazel eyes that can glow red or purple depending on which magic he uses. Augustus usually wears a long dapper suit/coat (in the colors of either white, dark purple, green, or charcoal black), along with a silk ruffle tie and other Victorian-style clothing, he also has dark circles under his eyes and may wear gloves from time to time. Has a sharp smile. He is heavily near-sighted and often wears spectacles/glasses (when possible) reinforced by magic - which might be because I wanted a glass-wearing protagonist in this book because I personally can't see shite without my glasses IRL (:

Basic Facts:

Height - 6 ft (around 1.80m)

Age - 19, soon to be 20

Gender - Male

Pronouns - He/Him

Occupation: Necromancer

Sexuality - An extremely hot, very romantic, Asexual straight man

Pros:

HUGGER! Once he's grown to love you that is. Augustus loves to show how much he cares by holding hands, cuddling, running hands through your hair, and (especially) hugging. He wants a relationship to be something special.

Augustus is very brave, and it takes a lot to faze him, especially since he is one of the most powerful beings in Ansburke, but even if he weren't he doesn't hesitate to face risks if it means doing something he considers right - especially when it comes to protecting the one he loves.

Dark Academia aesthetic (more like Chaotic Academia lmao) incarnate, and very gothic-coded. A romance with him has strong Gomez/Morticia vibes (this is legit the best way I could describe it), it's all about finding love in the dark and even macabre. He's also hopelessly devoted, and quite the romantic underneath his chaotic exterior.

Intelligent and witty, with a wild sense of humor. Will not hesitate to pull a carefully thought-out prank on someone if it makes you both laugh. Is also known for his clever comebacks, especially to those who already have it coming.

A good listener. Even if he is not particularly interested in whatever it is you are talking about, he will lend you his attention and let you finish your vent, however long it may be. He's also very good at problem-solving, having a scholar's mindset.

Neutral Facts (that may be pros or cons to some):

Augustus is somewhat inspired by the story of Victor Frankenstein (this character was born of the question I once asked myself - "What if Frankenstein wasn't insane and was a sorcerer instead of a scientist?"). This means he inherits a bit of a mad scientist's disregard for rules and tradition.

He doesn't enjoy sexual intimacy or acts of that nature at all, even though he isn't particularly sex-repulsed - he's asexual, and personally just finds sex a useless and slightly disturbing waste of time. That doesn't mean he doesn't like other kinds of intimacy - as mentioned before, once he gets truly close to someone, he's quite the hugger. (Btw, his love languages are Quality Time and (non-sexual) Physical Touch.)

Cons:

Has severe trust issues. While on the surface Augustus has a very personable and polite behavior towards anyone that doesn't personally irk him (when he isn't feeling particularly petty), he believes that "everyone is out to achieve their own personal goals at all costs" and that in their cutthroat world, everyone is looking to get the upper hand on someone else, so the walls around his heart (beyond a superficially friendly relationship) are quite tall and armored. He would never betray someone who trusts him but is constantly expecting to be personally betrayed. It takes a lot to prove that you truly care for him with no strings attached, but it is worth it when you finally do!

Extended lifespan - while it means no human can truly kill him (whilst he is under the constraints of his contract to the Deathbringer, a fae demon he made a deal with) during your adventures, it also means that you, a human, will eventually get older much quicker than him and die long before him - unless he's broken his Oath, which would return his lifespan back to a normal human's.

Does have a bit of morbid/dark humor natural to any necromancer so, while it can lead to funny and slightly unhinged interactions, he doesn't quite understand why some people consider his deathly jokes as inappropriate (even though he means no harm, that's just his sense humor and how he views te world).

His devotion has a "dark side" (to him) that comes out in the form of self-sacrificial tendencies and will fight Gods if prompted, with no second thoughts about his own safety, if it means keeping the select few people he trusts away from harm. Has no qualms about killing his enemies to achieve that as well.

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[jazeswhbhaven]

hi! im rlly confused abt two things

what exactly is devils energy? like the demons obv dont cum during h scenes so devils energy cant be their cum so what is it? sex? lust?

do the h scenes rlly happen in reality in the main story or are they kind of like, virtual so they dont rlly happen?

like at the start of the game its mentioned that sub stories and h scenes arent related to the main story or sth like that?

maybe it just means that events of h scenes and sub stories dont affect the main story or include main events but it doesnt rlly add up cuz mc needs devils energy and human cum to survive in hell too so it makes sense that they actually happen

idk i dont rlly get it

-🕷

Henlo, 🕷! I feel that fluid of theirs just exists for show, to prove the evidence of them getting excited or reaching their final peak. I think for them to give over the essence it has to be the right moment, a heightened emotion, and MC must also accept it flowing into them with the same amount of emotion and want. I would say they use the act as a way to be close to MC/Solomon not only for the sake of fucking them but for that bond to really mean something instead of just giving them energy so they can live in Hell. (of course, i do believe that platonic/non-sexual love exists for demons too, but that's not the case for these guys so far lol) As for the H-scenes in relevance to the main story? I think they don't influence the story in such a way that MC will feel more biased toward whichever devil they sleep with? Or that you should think of the interaction separate from how they feel in the main story. Now as far as how Minhyeok's sub-stories are? I am unsure if they meant to not treat his as part of the main because well...we need him too because his "essence" is just as important and it builds up the dynamic between him and Ppyong the entire time. This is why i take things like that with a grain of salt because it's like, how would this particular thing not be included into the main story? MC needs both energies...unless they truly just mean that MC sleeping with the devil's could be at a different place and time instead of in the same time frame as the main story, but even then that wouldn't make sense. I'm still wondering how often MC has to replenish energy tbh. Because they've been there for a while and it makes me wonder which essence they have to take more often (i'm assuming the devil's essence) (´._.`).｡oஇ()

#whb #jwhbasks❓ #whb game #devils energy and h scenes #huh this really poked some questions around my head #henlo to the spider anon!

[wwinterwitch]

happy endings - steddie

summary: knowing this will probably be the last chance he gets, steve finally confesses to eddie how he feels

pairing: steve harrington x eddie munson

word count: 3,285

warnings/what to expect: lost of fluff, robin is the captain of the ship, steve is very much in love, feelings are confessed, and guys are kissing, steve is bisexual in this, just steddie being happy, this is what really happens you can ignore whatever you saw in that shitty finale, ALSO:  this fic contains references to bisexuality being equal to “liking guys and girls” which totally leaves out non-binary people. i’m only keeping everything regarding sexuality and gender so archaic because this is set in the 80s and there wasn’t much understanding around these topics. i’m not trying to be biphobic or invalidate anyone that aren’t male or female, just adapting to what the characters might think given the time they live in

a/n: since we got queerbaited once again i wrote this to give us actually good queer content so i truly hope you enjoy and helps you feel better after what we had to go through <3 

**gif is not mine, it belongs to cindy-berman here on tumblr!!

a comment and/or reblog is always appreciated

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"You should go talk to him."

Steve was snapped back to reality when he heard Robin talking to him, taking a seat right next to him outside the van they just stole a few hours ago. She wasn't looking at him when he turned to face her, focusing on the scene Steve was just looking at before she walked up to him.

Dustin and Eddie were improvising a small battle in the middle of the empty field, shouting stuff Steve can only assume has to do with that board game the two are so obsessed about. He watches as Dustin shouts something, pretending to aim at Eddie, who immediately falls to the ground in an awfully theatrical death. Steve couldn't help the smile forming on his face when they both began laughing, the younger boy helping the other to stand up from the ground before Eddie is wrapping his arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. The scene was just too much for Steve to bare.

He used to feel to jealous about Eddie and Dustin's relationship. He felt replaced. Now? Now he wishes he could be there standing next to them on that field, pretending to be three knights in search of the monster to save their kingdom, being able to go back to the real world whenever they wanted to. Instead, they're just three random guys in a small town, about to hunt a real monster. This wasn't a game, no matter how badly Steve wishes for it to be. He can't pretend he's a knight about to go on some fictional adventure. This is real life.

But if only. If only he could be a brave knight joining his group of friends on a noble crusade. To slay their enemies and come out undefeated. Everyone will be save, and they can all go celebrate their triumph. If only Steve was able to fight side-by-side with Eddie, hunting down the monster together only to get almost captured by the evil creatures- almost, because Eddie would be there to save the day. To save him.

That's what was going on in his head before Robin interrupted. The perfect ending for a seemingly perfect story. The knight finally getting the other knight and living happily ever after. Not...whatever this was. Just a bunch of teens about to face the biggest threat they've faced so far with no way of knowing if they'll get a happy ending. The knight still terrified to confess his feelings to the other knight.

"What does that mean?" he asked after a few seconds in complete silence, acting like he had no idea what his best friend was talking about.

"Look, I know it's scary, but you have to say something before it's too late."

Steve didn't know what to say at first. "Like how you talked to Vickie?"

"Okay, I deserve that. But that is exactly why I'm trying to talk some sense into you!" she quickly argued. "I can't go back to Hawkins now to tell Vickie how I feel and it's quite literally killing me, because I don't know if I get the chance to tell her after all of this is over."

"Don't say that," Steve interrupted her little speech, frowning at the mere idea of Robin not making it. Of anyone not making it after they kill Vecna. Instantly and just like many other times before, his thoughts drifted to Eddie. What would he do if he doesn't make it. He won't allow that to happen, not before they can get their happy ending.

"I say it because it's true, Steve. We don't know if all of us are going to make it, so this could be your last chance to tell Eddie how you feel."

Tell Eddie how he feels. That's sounds much easier that what it truly is. Even Steve himself has struggled to fully understand what's been going on with him ever since Eddie Munson walked back into his life. He used to know him as nothing but a weirdo who got stuck in senior year, but now he's so much more than that, and it kills Steve to admit it.

To Robin everything made so much sense since the very beginning. The quick glances Steve would throw Eddie's way, even when he's not doing or saying anything. How Steve would get all nervous when Eddie comments something about him or even refers to him. It was evident for her that Steve was slowly falling for Eddie.

But Robin didn't push him to do any confessions or force him to accept something he was probably not ready to accept. She knows how difficult it can be coming to terms with one's true identity when you've grown up seeing nothing but people freaking out when someone is different like that. However, she was lucky enough to have good experiences during her journey of self-discovery, finding a friend that love her no matter who she's attracted to. It's Steve the one who was there for her when she felt completely alone, finding comfort and strength in him to love herself the way she is.

She wanted to be there for Steve just like he was there for her and she wanted to be just as good as he was. After telling him she likes girls, everything has always been on her terms and Steve continued to give her the space and time to talk to him about the situation whenever she needed it. So, she wanted to give Steve his space and come to her when he was ready.

And she was just over the moon when Steve was comfortable enough to trust her with this. He knew she would understand, and of course she was as supportive as he was when the roles were reversed.

"It's...weird," Steve had said to her that one night in the woods, before the group had to find the hidden portal under Lover's Lake. "I know I still like girls. I mean, I was clearly in love with Nancy when we were together, but...I guess I like guys, too? Does that even make sense?"

"Of course it does! There's plenty of people who like both."

"Really? Is that a thing?" he asked, more relieved to hear he's not the only one that feels like that. "I just thought you could like one. Like, maybe...maybe I was just confused or I was just tricking myself into believing I liked girls when I only liked guys..."

"Pretty sure you can like one, all, or even no one," she interrupted, trying to calm him down. "Thing is, everyone is different. And your experience is not less important or less valid because it's not the conventional i-like-guys or i-like-girls type of thing. It's okay to be somewhere in between."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean, I've been thinking about this for a while and...I'm pretty sure I like both."

Robin smiled at his statement. "I'm happy for you, Steve. And you know I'll always be there for you," she says, trying not to get all emotional on him right now. "Except when you start liking a guy, I have no idea what to do in those cases."

Steve laughs at her last comment, looking down at his shoes as he did. "Well, about that...I, uh..."

"Okay, hold up," she interrupted, visibly excited to be hearing all of this. "Okay, I know I just said don't talk to me about boys but let's ignore I said that and please talk to me."

That made Steve smile, though he was still unable to look at Robin. He was just too nervous to do that. Instead, he looked ahead at the lake. "I think it's pretty obvious where this is going..."

"Oh, I know exactly where this is going, I just want to hear it from you."

"I've been thinking about the whole me-liking-boys thing recently because...I- I think I might like one?"

"You think you like one?"

"I do. I do like one," he quickly corrected. "Shit, I like one a lot."

"Well, I doubt it's Keith we're talking about here..." she started, making Steve visibly frown at her for hinting he would ever like someone like Keith. "So that would leave us with..."

"Hey, you two!" they were interrupted by the voice of Eddie. They both turned around to see the entire group waiting for them by the boat they were using to get to the portal. "Chat all you want after we find this stupid portal, okay?"

Robin immediately turned to look at Steve. "Your boyfriend looks kinda mad so we better go."

"Yeah," Steve agreed, following after her before he quickly realized what she actually said. "And he's not my boyfriend, Robin."

"Not yet!" she replied, walking faster to join the rest of the group, ending their conversation there.

Steve was awfully quiet, finally turning to look at Robin. "It's not that easy and you know it," he insisted. "It's like you said. We ask the wrong people and it's over for us."

"And like you said, I don't think Eddie is the wrong guy. Have you seen the way he looks at you?"

"You're just saying that because you're my friend."

"Believe me, I'm not," she quickly argued, leaning closer to him. "Steve, he's crazy about you. I wouldn't be saying this if I wasn't sure about it."

"He...he is?" Steve asks timidly, once again watching as Dustin and Eddie continued their imaginary battle.

"Yes! Trust me, he's too obvious. I'll be surprised if no one else has realized about it by now."

Steve was considering his options. It's not entirely false what Robin is claiming right now. He has noticed a few signs himself. How Eddie is always throwing ironic comments his way that could easily be seen as flirting when you don't think about the fact that they're two guys talking to each other. Or how quick he was to give him his jacket. Or how often he would catch Eddie looking his way the entire time he had his jacket on.

That seemed to encourage Robin, thinking she could have a chance to convince him. "You can't miss this chance to tell him, Steve. Whatever happens, it's better to try than not saying anything at all."

"How come you're so good at this, yet your love life is so screwed up?"

"It's called self-sabotage, dingus. It's like my biggest personality trait," Robin replied. "So, does this mean I convinced you?"

Steve shrugged. "I guess I can give it a try."

"Holy shit, I wasn't expecting this to work!" she visibly freaks out, excitedly standing up from her seat. "Are you going to talk to him now? Should I tell him to come over here? Oh, I can tell him I need something and then he follows me here and then I say some silly excuse like-"

"Robin," he says gently.

"I'm doing it again, right? The fast-talking thing...sorry. I'll go help Erica and Lucas and leave you to it."

"Don't be weird about this, okay? And if this doesn't work out you'll have to start taking the bus to school."

"And if it does work out, you have to be my driver for three months. Not just drive me to school, but anywhere I want."

"You know what? Deal."

"A deal it is," she said as she started to walk away. However, she stopped to turn around for a brief second, "I really hope this works, though. Not just so I can have a personal chauffeur, but because you two would look insanely cute together."

"You're being weird," Steve warned.

Robin lifts both of her hands up in the air, continuing to walk away to leave Steve alone. When it was just him, his attention focused back on Eddie and Dustin. Before he could regret it, he stood up and walked up to the two of them.

"Hey, look what we made!" Dustin says excitedly, showing Steve the weapon they created. A shield made with a trash can lid and nails.

"Looks good, man," Steve said, not really caring about that right now. His heart was beating rapidly as he turned to look at Eddie. "Can we talk?" Both Eddie and Dustin exchanged a look, beyond confused as to what was going on. Eddie looked back at Steve and shrugged, waiting for him to continue. "Uh, alone?" he had to clarify, feeling more embarrassed than ever in his entire life.

"Yeah, sure," was Eddie's response, standing up from the ground to follow Steve back to the van.

When Steve turned around, he noticed Dustin still looking their way with a confused look and Robin occasionally turning around to see what they were doing. Clearly, this wasn't what he had in mind when he said he wanted to "talk with Eddie alone".

"Can-can we...?" he asks, titling his head to the van.

Eddie didn't reply, simply walking forward to open the door of the van, waiting for Steve to walk inside before he did, closing the door behind him. All Steve could focus was the fact that Eddie just opened the door for him. And waited for him to walk inside first. He shouldn't have done that, so why bother? Why he felt like doing that? Oh, this was going to be very difficult.

Steve noticed Eddie leaning against the now closed door, arms crossed across his chest as he waited for him to say something. After all, it was him the one who wanted to talk. "You're scaring me, Harrington," he says after realizing Steve wasn't going to say anything. "What's up?"

"Well, I wanted to talk to you because...since we're going after Vecna and all...I- I thought this was the right time to tell you that I..."

Eddie's arms fall to each side of his body as Steve begins talking, looking more like he was expecting something than trying to figure out what was going on. "Yes?" he asks gently, the tone making Steve's heart almost skip a beat.

His mind was racing. It's not fair he's leaning against the door looking so incredibly pretty with his ripped jeans and long messy hair and those rings that look just so good on him and his eyes staring back at his own. How is he supposed to talk right now and not get lost in such beautiful eyes? How can he act normal when he is standing in front of him looking so painfully gorgeous? How is he supposed to think his next words when all he can think about is those ringed fingers holding his face while they share a much-awaited kiss?

"Hey," Eddie insisted, snapping Steve back to reality. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just...there's a lot in my mind," he muttered, feeling his cheeks beginning to burn, which only helped to get him even more nervous. "I wanted to talk to you because in case anything happens to us, I needed you to know that I like you."

Eddie froze in his spot, not knowing what to say at first. He was in complete disbelief, never in a million years expecting Steve to say something like that. "I guess you're okay too, dude?" he says, testing his luck before saying something incriminating.

"No, I don't mean it like that! I mean, I like you, like you. As in...more than friends?"

For a moment, Steve thought he screwed up. Because Eddie was standing there without saying anything and it was impossible for him to tell if that was a good thing or not. Eventually, he relaxed just a little when he noticed Eddie approaching him, though the fact that he was standing much closer now almost made his knees tremble.

It was only when Eddie was standing right in front of Steve that a smile appeared on his lips. "You like me?" he asks.

"I...yeah, I just said that..." Steve stutters, too nervous to properly reply.

"Say it again," Eddie pleaded.

After a brief silence, Steve replied with a barely audibly, "I like you." He could feel Eddie's hand gently cupping the side of his face, which only encouraged Steve to repeat, "I like you."

Eddie was dangerously close to him right now, his thumb softly caressing his cheek, their nose practically rubbing together and his lips almost touching his. The sensation of their bodies so close made Steve wrap his arms around Eddie's body, needing to have him fully pressed against his own. He wondered if Eddie could feel his heartbeats right now, truly hoping he was so he could get an idea of the power he holds over him.

"Again," Eddie whispers, their lips practically touching now.

"I like you, Eddie Munson," Steve complied, praying that would make him earn the kiss.

And that was exactly what happened, because as soon as he heard those words, Eddie crashed his lips against Steve's. It was obvious to them that both were waiting for this moment for a while now. It could be proven by the way Steve would hold him so impossibly close to his body, or how Eddie was practically holding onto his arm as they kissed, as if he was afraid Steve would move away.

Kissing Eddie is everything Steve was expecting and more. He's surprisingly gentle but so incredibly passionate it was hard for Steve to keep himself under control. The kiss was just so...Eddie. Like the type of kisses only he can give. Kisses envolved with such fierce, yet so soft. They were nothing but the representation of what Eddie Munson is. A seemingly intimidating and mean guy who carries the most precious soul. A freak with a heart of gold.

Steve never imagined a kiss would make him fall ten times harder for someone, yet here comes Eddie to once again prove to him that he knows absolutely nothing at all.

The kiss lasted just a few seconds, and for the two of them is has become the best moment of their lives. Eddie just couldn't seem to get enough of him, leaning closer to kiss Steve again, a gesture he gladly accepted. When they finally pulled away, Steve didn't let go of Eddie's body as he still held him close. Eddie move his hand away from Steve's face only to wrap both of his arms around his neck, one of his hands starting to play with the hair at the back of his head.

"So...that means you like me too?" Steve tried, still feeling his cheeks burning.

"I guess you can say that," Eddie grinned. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to kiss you."

"You did?"

"All the time," he replied. "I was practically throwing myself at you, you idiot."

"Wait, really? How come you never said anything before?"

"Yeah, I was about to confess my feelings for you in front of all your friends," he replied ironically. "I thought I was being obvious enough."

"Well, I'm terrible at reading signs so...no more of that, please. And-and don't call me Harrington anymore, it feels weird."

"What would you like me to call you, then?" Eddie asked, laughing at Steve when he saw his reaction after such question. "God, you're adorable."

Steve was evidently still very flustered, so after getting teased like that he made the gesture of letting go of Eddie, only for him to pull him closer, hugging him tightly. "I'm not," Steve protested, though accepted the hug anyway.

"You are," Eddie argued. "And I can't wait to remind you every single day."

That last comment made Steve smile, "every single day, huh?"

"Every single day," Eddie repeated.

"Honestly, I kinda like the sound of that."

Neither of them said anything else, not like there was a need to say anything when they can just stay in each other's arms for as long as they could before having to let go. To spend as much time as they could like this to make up for all the time they lost admiring each other in silence.

And for once, Steve let go of his worries about Vecna. All that really matters to him is the fact that he's here, right now, with Eddie. The knight finally getting the knight. The happy ending he so desperately wanted to have.

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steddie fic #steddie fluff #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie fanfiction

[cloudy-zephyr]

Aizawa + age regressor! Reader headcanons (gender neutral as always!!)

So…. I’m nervous posting this one. It could either be very well received or I could be horribly harassed, so I’ll educate you guys some.

What is age regression? Age regression (agere) is when someone, due to trauma, reverts to a mental state and age of a child; usually the age before the childhood trauma was experienced. It is completely SFW and in no way will I tolerate any sexual/ rude comments. You can be mean under any other post of mine, but I will not tolerate any form of hate under this post. My page is a safe space for everyone, I intend to keep it that way and will not hesitate to block anyone I see necessary.

You are more than welcome to leave and not read, but if you want to read then welcome!!

Cw: mentions of abuse/trauma, usage of “daddy, dada” in non sexual context, very brief mention of kink ( literally just the work kink like twice), feelings of shame/embarrassment for regressing

- telling shota you regress isn’t something you planned on doing, why would you? It’s embarrassing that you need to act like a toddler to be able to cope with the stress in your life.

- he finds out when he comes home and you’re deep in headspace, he scares you because you know he shouldn’t see you like this and you burst into tears

- he is immediately worried, trying to get answers from you. The thing is, after working with kids and being a pro hero for so many years he knows what he sees when he looks in your eyes, he isn’t angry or disgusted at all.

“Oh… my poor baby got spooked, huh? I’m sorry, little one.”

- you’re confused, expecting him to hurt you like you’re used to, but his soothing voice and calm demeanor has you calming down from your hysterics. All you can do is hold your stuffie and nod.

- after that day, you’re much more open with him. Even giving him names when you’re regressed, that’s how he knows you truly trust him.

“Dada, can you help me pwease?”

“Of course he can, kiddo. What do you need?”

- he takes every new discovery of your headspace in stride, the hour long breakdowns and the very happy days

“Shh,, I’m here angel. Daddy’s got you.”

“Oh look at you! I’m so happy my baby is happy.”

- if you want gear, he gets you gear!!

“You keep looking at that sippy cup/bottle/pacifier, love. If you want it put it in the cart.”

“No, I don’t need it.”

(He sneaks it in the cart, anyways)

- he works with you that it’s okay and normal to regress, and helps you into your headspace

“It’s weird, and you’re gonna judge me and think I’m gross.”

“It’s not weird, I would never think you’re gross for the way you need to cope.”

- he takes you being nonverbal in stride too

*incoherent baby babbles*

“Oh, yeah?? Then what happened? No way. Tell me more, little one”

- in public and start to slip? No worries, he knows how to help you and keep it discreet per your request

“Hmm, how about we go get ice cream. Sound good? Knew it would, hold my hand when crossing the street angel.”

- if you wake up from a nightmare and immediately regress, he’s there to hold and comfort you

“Hey hey,, shhh. It’s okay, they can’t hurt you anymore. Dadas here now, okay? How’s a bottle of warm milk sound, baby”

- hate online is a huge thing regressors face, so what would he do if you’re scrolling through the agere tag and see someone calling a regressor and their caregiver gross and playing into kink??

“Turn that off, no more screen time okay? No no, don’t listen to them. You know what you need, not them. No, love. You aren’t gross or weird. I love you to the moon and back.”

- all in all, he’d be very loving and supportive!!! He would definitely go through a learning curve of what you specifically need, but he’d be such a good caregiver I just know it!!

Remember, if you regress you are soooo valid and loved!! It’s not gross or a kink, and I’m happy you found a healthy way to cope :)

Let me know if you want more of this kinda stuff?? And I am taking requests!! If my asks aren't working (they should be on!!) then just shoot me a dm or comment :)

#bnha aizawa #sfw agere #mha agere #aizawa x y/n #mha aizawa #aizawa sensei #gender neutral reader #mha headcanons

[qlala]

the notes on that poll about tagging the individual branches of poly ships are truly a case study in people not understanding polyamory, even setting the tagging part aside

like… polyamory isn’t “puppy pile of lovers who all share one hivemind relationship,” the literal definition is:

multiple romantic relationships, plural. not one (1) singular romantic relationship that is made up of more than two people

like, even if A, B, and C are all dating each other (not the default in real polyamory, but often what people think of first in fandom), they very much still have individual relationships with each other (A and B, B and C, A and C), because it’s impossible for them not to. relationships are always individualized. people have individual relationships with each of their friends, even if their friends are also friends with each other, right?

and poly partners aren’t interchangeable, any more than they would be if someone dated each one of them monogamously at different times—A, B, and C are all their own individual people, and each one of their partners is dating them for different reasons, and each partner has a different relationship with them than they have with anyone else

C has different reasons for being in relationships with A and with B. C loves different things about each of them, they may do different things with A than they do with B, and that doesn’t change even if A and B are also doing each other. A has different reasons for dating C than B does, and A also has different reasons for dating C than for dating B

also, there’s no guarantee that just because everyone is dating and/or sleeping with each other, they’re ever doing it at the same time—for example, there might not be a type of sex that all three of them want to engage in with each other (like if A is always a dom with B, but always a sub with C)

even non-sexual dates can be like that. you know that puzzle where you have to get a chicken, fox, and grain across the river without anyone eating each other? trying finding one restaurant that three people with different tastes, dietary restrictions, and/or sensory issues are all going to enjoy

a less glib example: A is closeted and only feels safe going on dates in public with different-gender partners, like B. same-gender partner C doesn’t mind staying at home for dates with A, because C likes both at-home and public dates, and B takes C out on the town whenever C wants. that arrangement works out great for B, because B hates staying at home for dates, and now they never have to do that. so, everyone’s happy with the set-up—even though it means there’s no situation where all three of them are on a date together at once

and i’m not just saying this to be pedantic; it matters when it comes to writing poly ships. the story is going to fall flat if the writer doesn’t understand that a “poly ship” isn’t one relationship, but several, and all of those relationships are acting on the characters and the story at the same time

honestly, i think this is something a lot of people understand inherently and then implement without even thinking about it (A thinks B’s jokes during sex are funny, C rolls their eyes at both of them) but it really can only improve a story if the author is consciously incorporating those different, individual relationships when they sit down to write poly fic

#obviously ymmv as with all things polyamory #i’m sure there’s a triad out there who never interacts individually as a rule and i’m not gonna pretend i get to define their relationship #but for fiction writing? the strongest poly fics i’ve read have had a clear understanding of the individual relationships at play #long post / #(and yes this multiplies the more partners are involved because A/B/C do have a different relationship than B/C/D etc.) #(the epic highs and lows of writing fictional polyamory)