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sunflowersteves · 2 years

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both eddie and steve fucking you

author's note || im so sorry this took me so long to do, but i hope you enjoy it!

pairing || eddie munson x steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings || angst, fluff, mean!eddie, soft!steve, edging, fingering, dom x sub, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, punishment (light bdsm), mention of drinking, polyamorous relationship

The car seemed almost still. The only sound that punctured the air was the worn tires against the road. You looked out the window and watched the trees pass; light from the lampposts occasionally illuminated your face.

You were trying to find anything that could distract you from the burrowing shame that rushed through your chest. Although, you still found the silence too unbearable.

“Steve?”

As soon as his name leaves your mouth, Steve’s grip on the steering wheel seems insufferably tighter. He didn’t respond, leaving the two of you in the ether of silence. The absence of his voice sends chills down your spine.

Shit, yeah, you were in major trouble.

You could almost cut the tension in the air with a dull blade, and you try to sink further into the plush leather seats. Steve’s eyes fixed on the dark road in front of him, a firm and hard look caressed his face.

Your stomach twisted with guilt and sorrow—tears almost pricking your eyes.

You knew exactly why he was angry with you, and you have no doubt that Eddie is, too, back at home. You could picture the metalhead’s furrowed eyebrows and clenched fists as he circled the living room.

You had gone out with your friends, and what was supposed to be a meaningless hangout turned into going to three different bars and a club. That was all fun and games until your location was completely unknown to the entire town of Hawkins, Indiana. When Steve called to pick you up, and no one had answered, a hollow pit sunk in his stomach.

He and Eddie had thought of the worst, especially since it’s only been five months since the events of the Upside Down. What if Vecna somehow came back? What if it was something else from the Upside Down? What if you were kidnapped? What if you were hurt?

Much more gruesome scenarios ran through both of their heads as the clock continued to tick off each passing minute of your absence. They knew you were probably fine, but the swarthy depths of the unknown sunk within their darkest fears of something happening to you.

There was one rule that you, Eddie, and Steve made sure that you all had to follow, that you agreed to follow. Tell everyone where you are. Just in case another Vecna or turn of events appears, then someone can get to you—someone can be there.

Eddie's experience of being alone during Chrissy’s death had twisted inside him and left a broken shell of himself. When you, him, and Steve finally got together, the light at the end of the tunnel was finally visible. If anything had happened to you or Steve, Eddie would never forgive himself.

Eddie had finally got a hold of one of your friends, graciously telling them where you were, and man, they were pissed. You hadn’t heard Eddie or Steve that mad before, ever. You heard Eddie yelling profanities in the background while Steve growled that you needed to stay where you were, and it made you stutter into the wall phone at the wine bar.

You waited—frightened—for what was to come and how your boys would react. When Steve arrived, he never said a word. Your head hung low as you opened the car door—his nostrils flared at your friend giggling. If you weren’t leaving, you might have thought Steve was going to rip them a new one.

The car pulled up to Eddie’s driveway, Steve shifting the gear to park. He starts to aggressively open the door—a rush of frustrations clouding his mind. If you could follow the one simple fucking rule of letting your boyfriends know where you were at all times, things could be just peachy.

“Steve—” He shook his head, already opening your own door for you. As pissed as he is, he still loves you. In fact, that’s why he’s filled with such ire, to begin with.

You trail into the house behind Steve like a lost puppy who was kicked to the curb. As you walk into the living room, Eddie is standing there with a menacing stature. His face looks red, chest heaving, and shoulder muscles tense.

“I cannot believe you.” He spits—eyes engrossed in flames. Steve has a hand on his hip, but his eyes are glued to the floor. “You can’t do that to us, do you understand?”

Your head hung low for the second time tonight, nodding immediately. Your heart ached for the two boys in front of you as guilt swirled through your chest.

For hours on end, Steve and Eddie were utterly disquiet as they called around Hawkins, and no one seemed to know where you were.

Steve scoffed, “No, she doesn’t. You-you can’t just scare us like that. What if Vecna or-or another monster from the upside down had-had—” He bit his tongue before he could say killed you because he couldn’t. He couldn’t utter those two words. “Look at me.”

You stayed still and squeezed your eyes shut. You hear footsteps coming closer, amber wood, and a hint of vanilla wafted into your nose. He’s forcing you to look at him with his hand on your jaw. “Look at me, baby.”

Your eyes lock with his, and it crushes every piece inside of you. You almost couldn’t hear him from your heart pounding in your ears. “You scared the shit out of us, you know that?” His voice is soft, barely above a whisper. “I know you wanna have your fun, baby, but you need to let us know where you’re going. We–We need to know you’re safe.”

He’s looking at you so intensely that your lip starts to tremble. “I-I’m sorry, Stevie. I’m so sorry.”

Eddie frowns and stalks over to the two of you. “Sorry?” He can’t help but laugh, “Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it—”

“Eddie—” Steve tries and grabs his shoulder, but Eddie brushes it off. “No, Steve. She left us to think of the absolute worst for hours. You can’t just say you’re sorry and think it’s all okay.” He huffs.

Steve’s slightly concerned at Eddie’s outburst but quickly becomes intrigued as Eddie goes to shove you against the couch. Your mouth is slightly agape and shocked at your boyfriend’s actions. Eddie grits his teeth, “if you can’t follow some simple fucking rules, then I’m going to remind you.”

Eddie rips open your skirt, a desperate plea escaping your lips. He aggressively pulls your pink lace down your legs. Steve gasps at Eddie’s force before stalking over to the couch and taking a look at the guilt and arousal that’s written all over your face. “Oh, Eddie, She likes it.” And you did. You really did. Your body did too.

“F-Fuck, pretty girl, you’re wet? Huh?” He mocks, dipping a thick finger into your folds. You gasp, “Eddie!” You roll your head back as your hands grip the fluffy couch.

“C’mere, Steve. I need you to hold her.” Steve complies and pries open your legs, holding them in place as Eddie continues his attack. His cock felt strained in his jeans at the sight. Steve’s eyes were dark hues—watching Eddie’s fingers scissor your open. “Look at this desperate little pussy, Steve. Look at her clenchin’ around my fingers.”

You moan at the feeling of his fingers curling—reaching further through your wet spongy walls. “You’re so pretty, baby.” Steve presses kisses on your shoulder, continuing to whisper more praises into your ear. You weren’t listening, though, not when Eddie goes to slap your clit.

He gruffs, “You, pretty girl, need to fucking learn—”

You hiccup, head leaned back further against the cushions. “Eddie, please—”

“You little slut, look at you. Our baby likes to be fucked like this, huh? You like when Steve and I are mad?” You try to respond, but Steve takes your nipple into his mouth and makes your begging fall off your lips.

His tongue swirls against the bud and groans at the soft feeling of your skin. He lets go, a harsh popping noise leaving your lips. “F-Fuck, baby—”

Your brain is absolute mush, and the only thing you could even think of was Steve and Eddie. They were both talking to you—degrading you, but you could barely even hear them.

Eddie becomes almost harsher, curling his fingers as he adds a third. You whimper at the sensation, it’s almost painful, but that feeling of pleasure seems like it’s about to burst as you clench. “You gonna cum, baby? You gonna cum all over my fingers?”

You nod at Eddie, desperate to chase out your high. He’s fucking into you fast—his fingers relentless with each stroke. You feel Steve move to lick your wet slick near your thigh, your body shuttering at the sensation.

“Well, that’s too fucking bad.” Just as you feel the coil snap, Eddie releases his fingers. You whine, hips bucking into the air, and Steve almost couldn’t hold you down. You were desperate—so desperate—that it looked pitiful from you grinding into the air. “Fuckin’ look at you, pretty girl. Such a desperate little slut, aren’t you? But you can’t seem to follow a simple rule.”

Eddie makes Steve flip you over so your ass is hanging up into the air, face planted into the couch. You squirm as you watch, Eddie’s enraged eyes looking at your leaking pussy. “Only good girls get to fucking cum.”

He unbuckles his belt, making you loudly whine as his thick throbbing cock releases from his boxers. “Fuck her, Steve. Need to watch you fuck our girl.” Without warning, Steve’s cock rams into you, prompting a scream to leave your lips. “S-Steve!”

You hear him moan behind you, your arms limp and body at their full control. Steve’s cock is big—ramming into walls over and over. “S-Shit, sweet girl, you feel so fucking tight.”

“Yeah, Stevie? She feels good against your cock?” Eddie was closer now, watching Steve’s cock disappear in your dripping pussy. He whimpered as his own fingers swiped over the head of his cock. “Y-Yeah, Eddie—She—She huggin’ my cock and–and–”

Steve moans as thick ropes of his sticky cum fill your hole, and it makes you mewl. You’re close—so close as your walls clench around Steve. Eddie fakes a pout as he makes you look at him. “Awe, baby, are you gonna cum? Huh? You think you deserve it this time?”

Steve’s still riding his high, relentlessly rutting into you with his endless cum filling you up. You nod at Eddie, practically pleading to the ends of the earth for some type of release. “You can’t.” You almost scream at your boyfriends. “I told you that good girls cum, yeah?”

“Eddie, I-I can’t—”

He laughs, and if Steve wasn’t still fucking you silly, you might have snapped back. “Hold it. Fucking hold it, or I’m not gonna let you get fucked for a month.” Your mouth shuts almost immediately because you knew Eddie wasn’t joking. The fierce look in his eyes as he’s fisting his cock in his hands tells you everything.

He’s really not joking.

“Good girl.” You hold it as long as you can, you really do. Your walls are at a constant clench as Steve’s sticky cock floods your senses. “Eddie, Please!” You try again, hoping for him to let you just this once, but he’s shaking his head.

His own release is creeping up on him, pre-cum covering his head in full. He growls, “S-Steve, my pretty girl, look at you two. You’re mine.” Steve finally pulls out of you, his cum leaking against your thighs. He’s panting and mumbling absolute nonsense from his sensitive cock being completely fucked out.

Eddie bursts out a moan, the pure sight before him has his cock leaking out in thick ropes. You’re whining against the couch as you watch his cum drip down his thighs—you wished that was inside of you. He’s whispering your and Steve’s name over and over again while Steve goes to lick the cum off of Eddie’s thighs.

It was sure a sight to see, and you squirmed. “Pretty girl, ‘M sorry, but you had to be punished.”

You whimpered at Eddie’s soft voice, his anger subsiding to a low ache. “I know, Eds.”

They then join you on the couch, you being the middle of the Eddie and Steve sandwich. Things seem to have become much calmer, hazy eyes looking at one another with such adoration it was going to make your heart explode.

Steve rubbed small circles onto your forearm, and Eddie’s pinky linked with yours. Eddie isn’t sure if he could handle not being around your presence right now, and it was something that made his heart hurt.

The calm moment turned sullen as you heard a sniffle. You whip your head over toward Eddie, “Eddie, baby—” He shakes his head at you, frizzy hair tickling his cheeks. He’s then intertwining your fingers into his. “You just—you just really scared us. You really scared me.”

You squeeze his hand, reaching over to your right and intertwining Steve’s hand into yours. “If-If anything happens to you or s-steve, I-I don’t know what I’d do.” A tear falls down Eddie’s cheek, and you untie your hands with him to wipe it away. You’re so gentle with him, and it makes his heart preen to be closer toward you.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie. I really am. I didn’t know we were going out to different bars, and I know that’s no excuse.” You swipe your finger on his cheek. “I just–I'm so sorry. I love you both so much.”

Steve nods, “Next time, please tell us where you’re going, even if plans change.” Eddie hums in agreement as he presses his lips against yours. It’s a soft kiss. It's one that has your brain fuzz and your heart palpitating.

“Go give Stevie one.”

You turn, reaching over to grab Steve’s face in a gentle kiss. “I promise. I promise I’ll be better.”

For the first time tonight, your boyfriends smiled. “We love you too, sweet girl.” Steve presses a kiss to your shoulder, “We love you very much.”

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darklydeliciousdesires · 4 months

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Little Sunshine - A John Shelby/Reader Short Story.

Something a little different to my usual offerings, besties. Enjoy :)

Words - 627

Warnings - Bittersweet story, suitable for all ages but without giving too much away, it's a sad read.

It’s the most heartwarming of sights. In fact, there isn’t much that warms those cockles like witnessing the sight of a father bonding with his newborn. You always knew he’d take to it well, despite him quietly admitting before she was born that he was terrified. Anyone viewing him now, though, they’d see he looks the furthest thing from it.

“You don’t half look like your mom, you know,” he tells her tenderly, the late afternoon sun catching the spun gold of his eyelashes, John sitting upon the windowsill of your bedroom, cradling your daughter to his chest. “Thought you was gonna come out redheaded like your old man here, but nah. Got her hair, ain’t ya?”

She gurgles, and he smiles. Smiles through the tired violet shadows creeping over his eyelids, smiles through the exhaustion, smiles through every ounce of weight he carries. Parenthood will do that to anyone, though. Luckily, there is plenty of help on hand. Looking up, he beams wearily at seeing Polly enter the room, holding a bottle in her grasp.

“Here, just tested it, it’s fine,” she proffers it forth, her hand lovingly moving to your daughter’s head, stroking her peachy skin. “Hello, my little sunshine, hello.” The bond there is strong, Polly being the woman who brought her into the world, who placed her upon your chest, who tried her absolute best all the way through and still remains the pillar of inimitable strength. “Look at her eyes, our John. She’s a beaut.”

He nods, feeling his chest swelling thickly, placing the teat to her lips, your baby latching and beginning to drink. “Ar, she ain’t half a beaut.” He shakes his head, crumbling a little with the emotion of it all, Polly quick to wrap her arm around him and kiss his head. “Dunno how any of this is real.”

“It’s life, love,” she sighs, her maternal hands stroking his hair lovingly. “And she’ll be just fine.”

“Will she?”

She nods sagely. “Of course, she bloody will. She’s a Shelby girl. God made us tough for good reason.” Polly leaves, casting a last glace at the heartwarming scene, the tension in her shoulders still meaning she’s carrying herself a little stiff, looking somehwat out of place from her usual busy bustle.

“Hear that, little’un? You’ll be just fine. If your great aunt Pol says it, then it’s gotta be true. We’re all fine ‘cos of her, and so will you be an’ all. You’ve got her, your uncles, your auntie, and most importantly, your daddy right here.” His eyes then flit across the room, finding you, a tear slipping down his cheek as he cradles your baby a little tighter. “Just wish you still had her, too.”

The image of you he found was your wedding photograph. The sepia images dotted around in frames are all that remains of your visage, because you aren’t there anymore. You exist as ethereal mist, a love lost, but by no means felt any less profoundly by those whom you sadly had to leave behind. It was the greatest joy and the biggest loss, that on the fateful night when the cries of a new baby entered the homestead, a brand-new Shelby arriving, another had to leave.

You’re still there with them all, but hidden, the veil of death swathing you in a blanket of invisible stars, watching from the other side, from a place one day all of them must go. You float through the ether, stroking his cheek, kissing your baby on the head. He pauses for a moment, looking around, and you know he felt you there, the very last glimmer of your essence.

“Wish you were still here, sweetheart.”

You smile, wishing he could see it. “I never left.”

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amhrosina · 1 year

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If you don't mind me being a little nasty. *clears throat*

I feel in the deepest parts of my vagina that Namor would be that type of man that would grind his cock into you.

Like he would bearly leave your pussy while he fucks you. He would grind sinfully and roughly hold you down so you can do nothing but take his deep penetration.

And last but not least he would do it in the missionary position so he can watch as your eyes roll back as he drags his cock against your walls

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BESTIE!!!!! YES!!!!!!! (*for the record, i don't mind anyone being a little nasty in my asks when it comes to things like this lol*)

So like, we all know Namor has likely had a string of lowkey lovers over the years, right???

And being absolutely astronomically for real, the rumors about him being SO good in bed are absolutely true ANYWAYS

I feel like Namor has always insisted on taking his various lovers from behind?? Like it subtly puts some emotional distance between him and whoever he has in his bed.

And he has a strict 'no kissing' rule. He has centuries of mistrust, walls, and rage built up - these boundaries are a way for him to stay in control of this situation!

And then he met you and that all flew right out the window.

The first time he takes you to bed, he doesn't even realize he has you panting and moaning on your BACK until you arch into his touch and it almost sends him over the edge.

He decides he doesn't care about following his rules anymore when you look that stunning cumming around him.

And shit, when he finally ruts into you so deeply that his entire world shifts, it's like having a taste of the forbidden fruit.

He will literally leave important meetings just to find you and fuck you against whatever surface is closest.

He's never been so ravenous for someone before. And he always fucks you in missionary because he loves to watch you squirm underneath him.

The easy access to your sinful lips is also a perk.

When he's feeling particularly mischievous, he'll tease you by nipping at your jaw, pressing kisses to your collarbones, and whispering the dirtiest things he can come up with into your ear, all while fucking you hard into the mattress.

Watching you uncomfortably shift in your seat after he spent half the night fucking you on every surface imaginable is his favorite way to spend breakfast, though he's been known to lay you down on the literal breakfast table and take you right then and there if he thinks you didn't find enough pleasure the night before.

Namor is a self indulgent lover, but he never fails to make you cum multiple times before letting himself climax.

Don't even get me started on how feral he gets when you ask him to taste you!!!!! That man is 500 years old!!!! He knows how to eat pussy!!!!!!

This was so much longer than I was expecting??? Anyways, Namor makes me absolutely feral (as do most of the men I write about), so everyone can feel free to send me more of these lol

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fleetinginfinities · 5 months

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first ever of these but … the bachelors and my random headcanons/quotes/song lyrics/slices of whatever that fit them 🫶 apologies it doesn’t include everyone, these guys are my favorites and I’m having trouble channeling the others lmao

Sam

- drums his fingers/knuckles on tables, his legs, any surface when he’s anxious or impatient or excited or anticipating something. which, he’s always feeling at least one of the above…so

- his fingers. that’s all

- plays footsie under the table but not in a weird way, in more of a “I literally need to be touching you at all times to ground myself to this present moment and be happy” way

- loves full body contact — huuuge tight hugs, rolling on top of you in bed, pulling you into his chest from behind

- mumbles in his sleep and tosses and turns, constantly reaching for you and pulling you close

- blushes a lot. his cheeks turn the most beautiful peachy color

- talks at the speed of light as his default setting

- speeds when he drives, speeds when he walks, just Does Everything Quickly and with much energy

- is somehow both a morning person and a night owl most of the time

- but when he’s lazy or tired, there’s never been anyone lazier or sleepier

- always answers phone calls on speaker mode

- is unaware of his strength when showing affection sometimes, like an oversized dog

- prominent arm veins. enough said.

- makes you feel so alive. present. his energy is contagious

- there’s not a soul he can’t make friends with

- would absolutely love early/mid 2000s pop punk

- blindingly sunny smile

- beautiful, soft golden hair that he wears messy and literally sticks out every direction but in the hottest way ever

- he’s like the summer solstice. an everlasting day that’s sweet and warm and full of life but also peace. Sam, in all of his chaos, is your peace

- “i’m so in love that I might stop breathing”

- doesn’t ever hold a grudge

- smells like lavender and lemon. no I won’t be taking any feedback with this one

- big fan of flowers

- like, it’s not uncommon for him to show up with a hand-picked bouquet for you he collected on the way over

- could’ve worked in a bakery instead of joja mart and would’ve been much happier. sweet cinnamon roll boy

- is actually the heartthrob of the town

- as sweet and pure as he is, he also has a rebellious side and is often trying to sneak you in his room and toe the line of authority whenever he can

- is quite adventurous and doesn’t really have an ego if he’s bad at things or much fear in general. the results are constant entertainment and occasional catastrophes.

Elliott

- “I dream about you every night now. It’s really quite beautiful”

- is actually strong and built and muscular (totally looks like a red headed Thor in my brain)

- but touches and holds you so gently that it makes you want to cry

- extremely strong jawline

- gives that aloof kind of mysteriousness and quiet confidence that is magnetizing to literally everyone

- doesn’t have a toxically masculine bone in his body

- will talk to you for hours about philosophy, literature, films, art, the meaning of life, etc etc etc

- traces his fingers on your bare skin, lost in thought

- has the most mesmerizing, starry eyes

- being around him makes you feel like you’re living in a dream. everything feels ethereal and hazy

- if Sam is the summer solstice, Elliott is like the peak of autumn, when all of the leaves are at their most colorful and bright just before they fall, and you feel like he’s both the beginning and the ending of something all at once

- as a matter of fact: “is this the end of all the endings?”

- “you showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else. you taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else”

- loving him is the most intense, passionate experience of your life

- he would a b s o l u t e l y be the one that got away if you split up

- big fan of candles and crackling log fireplaces

- really enjoys a good row in his boat in the cool, dewy mornings and his back muscles show it

- his emotional intelligence is unmatched. you’ll never meet a more well-adjusted man

- romanticizes life in only the way a writer can

- isn’t just all depth and somber. also isn’t all pizazz and flamboyance. actually has a great sense of humor as a secret third thing

Sebastian

- despite how much he closes himself off at first, you feel an instant connection with him. you just understand him innately. and you feel like he gets you, too

- downplays how smart he really is

- genuinely loves to let everyone else shine. loves that Sam commands all the attention in the room. loves watching others praise you.

- is never competitive with anyone else and absolutely loves when the people around him win. the most supportive person ever

- really has a soft spot for animals

- incredibly intuitive. can read your mind like a book and anticipate your needs

- if he loves you, there is not another person on earth that would ever catch his attention or temptation. 1000% the most loyal boy

- “he looks up grinning like a devil”

- motorcycle rides in the city late at night when it’s raining

- sometimes doing something reckless is the only way that makes him feel alive

- in other words, he’s a closet adrenaline junkie

- can absolutely rival Elliott in terms of being the most romantic with his words sometimes — though it’s few and far between, he will never stop telling you that you’re the first person that he ever did, well, basically *anything* with and how special you are to him and how you’re his one and only

Alex

- it takes a special person to command his attention, he has always had fleeting attractions but he has never felt for anyone what he feels for you

- is absolutely a great person to go to with any problem. he has a clear and straightforward answer or solution

- is the number one person you want to be around if you just want someone genuinely uplifting to spend time with

- *always* notices physical changes and gives fantastic compliments

- is absolutely the dude who keeps his friend group together well into adulthood and middle age and beyond. he’s the one planning beach days, weekend recreational sports and activities, cooking out or tailgating on game days, inviting you for a bite to eat at the saloon if he hasn’t seen you in awhile, etc.

- genuinely loves a good romance or romcom as much as he loves the newest action movie

- fantastic with kids

- is very committed to you from the start

- will go to great lengths to maintain a happy and healthy and successful relationship. it’s the athlete determination in him

- has quite good taste in aesthetics. definitely has an opinion about fashion, home decor, etc

- has perfect teeth and a beautiful complexion in my mind

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv #sdv elliott #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #yo what is with all the new formatting options here #they’re a Very Good Thing dont get me wrong #but I haven’t regularly used this site since like 2017 #relearning it as we go!

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 1 year

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(I'm certain) I Know What You'd Say

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader Summary: Pavitr taking you to the tallest building in Mumbattan and feeding you vada paav + "is this a date?" + angst..? Warnings: Unrequited Love, Pining, Platonic Relationship, Ambiguous/Open Ending (but not that ambiguous), Hopeful Ending, Low Self-Esteem, Reader POV, Negative Thoughts, Past bad Relationship, Italics indicate thoughts

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🎶🎵I'd never ask you cause deep down I'm certain I know what you'd say You'd say I'm sorry believe me I love you but not in that way🎶🎵 Not In That Way by Sam Smith As usual, all Hindi words are Google Translated (pls don't 🔪 me) *Can also be read as Pavitr Prabhakar x lithro!reader

"Pavs!"

Pavitr Prabhakar, aka Mumbattan's friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, swings smoothly from a lamp post and dives with a twril to land before you. A smile pulls at your lips. Show off.

"Ready, N/n?"

You nod, circling your arms around his neck. He secures one arm around your waist, holding you close to his chest, and aims his web at a tall building.

"Hold on tight. 3.. 2..1! WhooOHOOO!"

You squeal excitedly as he swings from building to building, navigating effortlessly through the traffic. It's like riding a roller coaster except you're swinging. You heart pumps faster from the adrenaline rush and you wind yourself tighter around him, almost crushing him in fear as he swings higher and higher.

"Hey", he says gently removing unwinding your arm, "You can open your eyes now."

What feels like forever has been only a few minutes when you find yourself on the rooftop of a skyscraper in the middle of the city.

The view is picturesque but you don't get to appreciate it for long, busy throwing up in the corner. Pavitr winces and turns his face away, peeling off his mask as he sits on the edge of the terrace.

"Sssssorry..."

Luckily you've brought water and you rinse your mouth, coming to sit beside Pavitr cautiously.

"See? I told you it'd be fun!"

"It is thrilling, but.. you sure we won't accidentally fall off? I mean..", your breathing picks up as you look below, "it's soooo high.."

"Don't look down!"

Too late. The world around begins to spin as gravity calls for you. Oh no..

Pavitr pulls you back into safety and rubs your back in soothing motions. "Relax. I got'chu, N/n."

"How do you do this everyday without getting your insides twisted!?"

He shrugs as it's obvious. "I'm Spider-Man."

"Yeah, because that explains everything", you sass, shooting him an unamused look. "Poor Gayatri, though."

Pavitr flushes, eyes flitting everywhere but at you as he rubs his neck. "Uh, you're actually the first... she doesn't know yet.."

Oh, of course! You were the only one to know his secret identity. And not because he told you; you'd accidentally caught him crawl into his bedroom wall wearing the suit and you put two and two together.

You set the street food you bought for this 'picnic' down. Seven vada pavs and two cardamom teas.

"Did you just say I'm special?", you tease.

"Nah, you're just lucky to catch me that night."

You surprise him water to his face in playful retaliation, giggling. He reaches to grab your bottle but you keep it out of his reach, attacking him when he tries to shoot his webs.

"Hey!"

He laughs, trying to sheild himself, and, Gods, it's a beautiful sound. You stare entranced, the beautiful pink sunset painting a romantic backdrop as the last rays catch his wet hair, making it shine. The peachy colour falls on his tan skin and Pavitr looks ethereal. He wears that flirty smile that helps him charm his way out of chores, eyes sparkling and -wow, are you in a Bollywood movie? Surely, this must be a dream.

Mmmm... <;3

"I know, right!"

His voice snaps you out of your reverie. What the hell, you were supposed to be in control of your emotions, not practically drool on your crush!

"What?", you ask, hoping you didn't blurt out anything embarrassing. You have GOT to stop zoning out when he's right there.

His gloves are off and he holds a vada paav in each hand, stuffing both into his mouth.

When did he-?

"The vada pav -Mmmm!", he moans with a full mouth, "this is The best food to ever exist! It's amrutha!"

"All street foods are ambrosia for you."

"No, no, this really is divine! Here, have a taste-"

You let him feed you, enjoying it while it lasts with the painful knowledge that this won't mean as much to him the way it means to you.

Your relationship was doomed to ever remain platonic but you will cherish these little moments of your unrequited love till the day you die, alone and still pining.

Yeah... Pavitr has a girlfriend, who's none other than your mutual bestie, Gayatri Singh. Neither of them have told you yet, but it's obvious. The way they look at each other, always a twinkle in their orbs as they speak eye to eye -the love language of love. Little smiles, sneaky looks, inside jokes.. you feel left out, but maybe it is for the best. It's like, if you acknowledged it, then there will be no denying it and this love-castle you've built in your head will collapse.

One-sided love is like the thorns in a rose: it hurts, but letting go means you can't admire the flower anymore. And, you've gripped the stupid thing with your whole palm and now you're bleeding.

'It's not like anyone likes me, anyway', negative thoughts begin to plague you. 'I'm the odd one out, the outsider, the one that doesn't fit in. Invisible, unless they have a use of me.'

Self-loathing was a dangerous wormhole and you only spiralled more into it as you recalled your ex. You had briefly dated another guy to take Pavitr off your mind but it ended poorly. Pavitr had been there for you then too but it did no good. What little self-esteem you had never increased after that.

Realizing your eyes had moistened, you inhale sharply and look out into the city that never sleeps to distract yourself.

You loved the night sky. Grandma always said that when people die, they become stars. Perhaps, one day, you'll be one too. Watch another poor soul like you pine over someone they can never have.

A stray tear slips down your cheek and you're quick to wipe it away, hoping Pavitr didn't notice it. The last thing you want is for him to ask, because you know you'll blurt out your feelings and it'll be the end.

You shake yourself out of it, pushing those thoughts away. Now isn't the time. You are here with Pavitr right now and that's all what's important.

"So cold up here." You shiver, rubbing your arms for warmth. He opens his mouth to retort when you cut him off. "If you say 'I can't control the weather Y/n', I WILL push you off."

He just laughs. "Which King of Mumbattan's Streets would you rather", he asks, holding up another vada paav, "Pav or Pavitr?"

"Easy. Vada pav."

You snerk when he holds his chest in faux pain and reach for the snack, but he insists on feeding you.

"I'm not trusting you at 200 feet high. Also, this is the last one so, we're sharing", he says and shifts closer to you.

Fingers slightly brush against each other, making you tingle and stop protesting as he feeds you again. Control, idiot, control!

Even if he'll never treated you as a lover, it's okay, because just being next to Pavitr makes your day better.

You sip your elaichi chai and watch the city in comfortable silence, welcoming Pavitr move closer. You mind goes on a fieldtrip when your shoulders touch and you try not to blush. Maybe even lean in a little, hoping he won't notice..

Loud honkings corrupt the quiet air as traffic increases in the city below you. You wonder what time it is, glancing at your watch and -OH MY GOD!

You jerk and shoot up but lose balance, though Pavitr is quick to catch you before you slip and fall off the rooftop.

"You okay there?"

"It's past my curfew! Ma will take the broomstick out on me if I am not home in a few!"

"Please, N/n, aunty is so sweet. You're making her look like a villain."

"You're not the one who's gonna be grounded!"

"Stop fretting, we'll be there in ten seconds tops." Pavitr assures you, packing up everything in record time and washes his hands. "Ready?"

He circles his arm around your waist once again, holding securely and swings you home, reaching quicker than before. You land on the balcony of your house, surprisingly not puking this time, as he releases you gently.

Neither of you move and he doesn't seem to let go any soon. Veins thrum in excitement.

"We're early", he says softly looking into your eyes.

The full moon is reflected in his orbs, the moonrays highlighting his features. You want to cry; such a beautiful, good hearted guy can never be yours.

"Huh?"

"It only took nine seconds."

You can't help but blush at how his hands are still around your waist, loosened but still there, blood pumping hot under your skin.

God, he's so close.

"N/n..."

He leans in, and for a moment you forget about everything as his intoxicating scent fills your nose. You beg the Gods to prolong this moment a bit longer.

The sound of your mom yelling from behind the door breaks you apart. Pavitr pulls on his mask and jumps onto the railing, shooting his web onto a nearby building.

The chilly wind blows through his hair and he looks every bit hero as he stands deific under the moonlight.

"Thanks for the date, by the way."

His words take you by surprise. Hope fills your chest and you perk up, but quickly shut it down.

It's not what I'm thinking; he doesn't mean it that way, he's joking.

"It... was it a date?", you ask, slow and hesitant. You need him to say 'yes' but you're not sure what you'll do if he says 'no'.

He's just kidding. Why did you even ask!? Why are you so stubborn that he'll like you back!?

Pavitr's silence makes you anxious. His mask prevents you from seeing his reaction and you grow antsy, unable to decipher his feelings.

"Maybe."

And then, Pavitr's gone, leaving you to ponder over his words in the dark chilly balcony, alone. The city below moves about full of life yet you're frozen in place with your breath taken away.

Maybe.

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Hope you enjoyed it! Kudos and comments feed my fic dragon <3

#spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x you #pavitr x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #angst #pavitr angst #astv

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negrowhat · 11 days

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What is you favorite hair color on Noeul? The red definitely grew on me. The aqua blue was stunning but I looooove the peach blonde he was rocking for awhile

He looked very pretty with that Peachy blonde hair and I did like his Felix Blue Boy era, but I think I'd have to say that Grayish-platinum blonde hair he had was one of my fave hair colors on him. He looked like an ethereal little fairy boy with it and he just carried it so elegantly the whole time he had it.

But I also loved when his hair was just black. I liked it long on him because he looked so boyfriend and when he cut it recently before he dyed it red I loved it!! He really looks stunning with black hair.

#i just love this man #i need more of him #noeul nuttarat #noeul lee #lita cast #love in the air #love in the air the series

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A dream fanfic by NaturallyTeal ~ Seventh Day

Summary:

The Secret Dream Diary of a Good Omens fan (anonymous, he) who contracted a severe case of the fandom-typical brain rot from watching S1 & S2 too often, reading too much fanfic on AO3, and spending altogether too much time engaging on tumblr, digesting gifs, fanart and meta.

He dreams about Good Omens every night.

Short dreams, daily.

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Seventh Day: Homy Trinity

I dreamt: I was a snake in the grass and I was as green as the grass and I was blissful. The sun was shining and warming me from above and all in the garden was peaceful. A red apple fell on my middle and hurt me, and scared me, and made me angry. Aziraphale appeared with the fragrance of ether, and stooped at my side, and touched me. I started to glow and warm with pink light, and he said: “Don’t fear, Crawley’s coming!”

I was the grass. They both were there. And all in the Garden was peachy.

[previous day] [next day]

I’m planning to post one _short_ dream daily, for 20 days. If you like, subscribe on AO3!

There’s also a “mailing list” (tagging in the replies) here on tumblr, let me know if you want on it! 😇😎

#whatever i like best #good omens fanfiction #good omens brainrot #daily #shorties #aziraphale #crowley #good omens dreams

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simslegacy5083 · 2 months

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 51: A Chat With Papa

Luigi was up late working on updating the Sims Forever mods he’d made after visiting most of his living family when he heard the ethereal rustle of a visit from “the other side”.

He looked up to see the ghost of his beloved Papa Jack standing beside him at last. Overjoyed Luigi sprang to his feet, his modding forgotten, and wrapped his Papa in a giant hug. He had so much to tell him, so many questions he’d been waiting to ask!

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The budding mixologist insisted they head downstairs and enjoy the bottle of his Papa’s favorite nectar he’d been saving for this visit.

As he poured them each a tall glass, Luigi had to ask his Papa why he hadn’t visited earlier. Jack explained that in the same way sims in his homeland rarely extended their natural lifespans they also rarely visited the mortal realm as ghosts. The few times he had stopped by, his son was either sleeping or busy “entertaining” another sim.

He’d wanted to catch up with his boy, but he wasn’t about to interrupt his much-needed rest, let alone the other thing…!

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With only a precious few hours before Jack returned to the nether, Luigi jumped right into the issue he thought his Papa would understand best.

He caught Jack up to speed on his frustratingly unsuccessful love life, from Noemi to Jade and even his brief experience with Ralla. He’d thought the watcher would make it easy to find “the one” and produce the next heir, but that special someone he was waiting for was taking forever to arrive.

It was the only way he really hadn’t wanted to turn out just like his Papa, but young love didn’t seem to be working out for him.

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While Jack had observed that this Watcher seemed to enjoy a good love story just as much as his previous one, he told his boy that there was never a guarantee that his special someone, or the next heir, would come easily or in an expected way.

He advised his son to take his time and spend the effort to find the right sim. If Jack had rushed to settle for any old relationship he might never have ended up with Peachy and he didn’t for a second regret the love they’d shared, even if it had taken him a long time to find it.

Where Jack thought Luigi should most consider breaking from his example was in life extension. The norms of his own nation and upbringing shouldn’t keep Luigi from extending his own life as needed to give him time to find the ideal spouse and enjoy raising that next generation with them.

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Luigi could hardly believe that his hardline Papa had softened his stance on extending one’s life! Once he got over the shock, he promised his Papa that he wouldn’t be rushing into or out of any relationships. He had enough to deal with now, between schoolwork and becoming a leader in e-sports.

He didn’t want a repeat of the Isra debacle with someone who wanted more attention than he could give, which raised the question of when to shift his focus from his own goals to his special child? Luigi wanted to be as good a dad as Jack, but he had so much he needed to accomplish professionally!

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At this Jack grew thoughtful. He said he’s always known he would like to be a dad, and by the time Luigi was born he’d been ready to shift his focus entirely to fatherhood. Peachy was the one that had struggled to juggle his professional and family responsibilities.

Jack’s best advice for Luigi on the matter of parenthood was to, once again, take his time. Ensuring that whomever he decided to have a child with understood how important his professional goals were to him would be essential. Once he had a family, they should be a top priority, but having the right partner would make it easy to raise a happy and successful heir while still having time to make his own dreams come true.

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Jack began to feel drawn back to the world beyond, and he could see that his son was tired, but he had one more thing to say before they parted.

He admired Luigi’s steadfast desire to stand up for what was right, but he didn’t need to “act tough”. He should not be shy about showing his joy and vulnerability to the world as well as his strength. It was his judgement and actions, not his clothing or hairstyle, that would make him a strong sim.

Luigi told his Papa once again how fantastic it had been to see him and about the late nights he would set aside for future visits. After one last goodbye hug the two Sims went their separate ways, both much happier for the chance to spend a little time together once again.

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"The Academy" Chapter 1 - [The Magician]

Within the entrance hall of the academy, [Y/N] was greeted by the headmaster. He was a tall man with piercing eyes, offering a welcoming smile as he extended his hand in greeting.

"Welcome to our academy, Miss [Y/N].”

His words echoed off the stone walls.

"I trust your journey was pleasant?"

She answered with a polite smile.

"Yes, it was, Headmaster. I’m pleased to be here."

"Excellent. I’m afraid I have to attend to some urgent matters now, so allow me to introduce you to one of our senior students, who will show you to your dormitory. Enjoy your stay.”

After exchanging a handshake with [Y/N], he turned around and completely melted into the shadows of one of the dark corridors.

A moment later, breaking the darkness of the entrance hall, a light voice appeared from behind her.

"Hello there! You must be the new student."

Twirling around, [Y/N] was met with a young woman exuding grace and elegance. Her long dark hair cascaded in waves around her shoulders, much like the branches of a blossoming wisteria tree…

"I'm Minji, one of the seniors here," she said, offering a handshake. "Allow me to show you to your dormitory."

The moment they established physical contact through the handshake, a memory appeared in [Y/N]’s mind. A memory entirely enveloped in white…

And it disappeared before she had the chance to grasp it.

“My name is [Y/N]. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She answered with a classy tone.

“[Y/N]… You have a beautiful name.” Her voice resembling a ballad and her eyes twinkling like diamonds, Minji’s pleasant presence could light up the entire galaxy.

[Y/N] followed Minji down the winding corridors of the academy. Her steps echoed like Cinderella’s glass shoes on the staircase just before midnight. The sky outside had darkened - a deep shade of purple, embroidered with twinkling stars.

“Here we are!” She smiled after opening the door to her dormitory. “I hope you like the accommodation here. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask.”

At that moment, Minji got closer to [Y/N]. Her gorgeous peachy aroma stunned [Y/N].

“I’d be happy to assist you.”

At that moment, their eyes locked together…

“I’m grateful you took me here.” [Y/N]’s smile appeared. This smile could conquer the hearts of 10,000 men. “I will ask you if any questions arise.”

The smile Minji answered with was enough to cause an apocalypse.

“Good night, [Y/N].”

As she was leaving, her silky dark hair blended perfectly with the darkness of the corridor…

[Y/N]’s room at the academy was the perfect size for one person, adorned with a large window overlooking the academy grounds.

That night’s moon casted a soft glow through the glass, allowing ethereal light to enter, blessing everything it touched.

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¡! ❝ REDAMANCY .. ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [06] hello my name is kaoru hakaze ❞ | m. list | prev. | next

natsume sakasaki x reader smau

warning(s) : not beta read

w/c : 687

there is only 2 things a cryptic tweet from hibiki wataru saying “ground floor” could mean. 1, there is a fight and he wants people to see. 2, it’s a response to natsume's cries for help. to his luck, it was the second option and he didn’t just waste 2 minutes of his life sprinting to the wrong location.

yes, sprinting.

he made it to the staircase just in time to see kaoru helping y/n up and asking if she’s okay. before she could respond, he was already next to her asking the very same question, in genuine concern.

“y/n are you okay?! did you get hurt? are you in pain anywhere?”

“natsume-”

“do you need to go to the nurse's office? can you walk?”

“.. natsume-”

“should i carry you?! are y-”

“natsume.”

the redhead paused, not realizing he was rambling and slightly recoiled at her stern tone, only to hear the h/c chuckle at the worry he was terrible at hiding.

“i’m fine, it’s just a scratch. thank you kaoru, i think i’m okay now that natsume is here,” she turned to look at the blonde and gave him a grateful smile.

“why of course, i could not leave a fair maiden on her own. how unfortunate it happened to be you, i could’ve been a knight in shining armor.”

“oh, dear, lord kaoru, how could i ever repay you for lifting me off the stairs so graciously?” gracefully leaning the back of her hand on her forehead and leaning on natsume, she continued her dramatic act, “a gentleman such as yourself, to grace a poor lady with his presence…. why, my legs tremble at the mere thought! how could i ever-”

“okay, jeez, that’s enough,” kaoru cringed, “please, never become an actor. anyway; i got places to go and people to see so i’ll see you lovebirds around. or not. who knows. byebye~” he winked and went on his way.

with kaoru out of earshot, natsume carefully pushed you off of himself to inspect you once again for any injury. luckily, there were none, and he heaved a sigh in relief.

“i was so worried when leo just send me kaorus tweet without elaborating further.. i thought you got injured badly or something. never do that again, dumbass.”

you faked an offended gasp, clutching at your chest dramatically, “natsume! do you really think i’m clumsy enough to injure myself on a staircase?!”

he gave you a blank look and his golden irises switched between your ankle and face. lifting an eyebrow and crossing his arms, he watched as your expression contorted from feigned offense to realization and embarrassment.

“.. right.”

you shared a laugh and decided to walk towards the entrance together, since you were done with your classes and natsume with his research. chatting to fill the silence, you realized that maybe fake dating natsume wasn’t such a bad decision after all. he understood you, he listened, and he tried. he truly did his best to make sure both of you were comfortable and not crossing any boundaries, and you were slowly getting to know each other. you just hope once this whole dating thing ends, he’ll still want to be friends with you. in the short time you’ve spent together, you’ve grown quite attached to him. lost in your thoughts, your steps slowed down to an eventual pause without you noticing.

“y/n? you okay?”

silence.

“y/n?”

a gentle hand on your shoulder took your head out of the clouds. lifting your head, the sight of natsume's concerned gaze with the sun setting behind him and giving him an ethereal glow was what greeted you. if you weren’t at a loss for words before, you are now.

“are you okay?”

“pretty.. i mean! peachy! yeah. just fine. just lost in thought ‘s all. what do you mean leo sent you kaorus tweet? what tweet?”

nice. real smooth, y/n.

“oh, this one; wait,” doesn’t seem like he heard.. that’s good.

leaning over his shoulder to see the tweet in question, the slight pink on the redheads ears went completely unnoticed.

╰┈➤ synopsis ❝after yumenosaki academy resident magician and eccentric sakasaki natsume asks you to “go out with him”, you immediately shut him down. so why is he dedicating a song to you at a switch concert? and why are people whispering about you being the cutest couple?❞

ੈ✩₊˚TAGLIST : @miihai @nattchu @ikasaeki @zephestia @1072v @drihihihi @homonatsume @lialibrary @hugs4shizu @mikctp @emikoisdead @ara-arashi @disa-ster @tjjjrsj // ask/comment to be added! (if you’re in bold i can’t tag you)

#☆ : redamancy #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #enstars natsume #ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x you #ensemble stars x y/n #natsume sakasaki #natsume x reader #sakasaki natsume x reader #natsume sakasaki x reader #sakasaki natsume

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