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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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May i request a fic with a plus size reader and beefy beefy ari.

back story :So tr has always been made fun of because of their weight so as tr got older they got self conscious about their body.

One day the reader was sitting on like the couch and ari had dropped his phone under and he need to move the couch to grab it so he didn’t and while he was pushing it tr thought it sounded like he was struggling punching the couch because they were on it. (you can add more to this part or whatever you’d like suga) so as the week go one tr always hurry to like move when are drops stuff under couches or they always refuse ari to push their chair in or stuff like picking them up to grab something off the counter. ari start to realize and confront tr , tr tell ari and maybe add smut or soft smut or cuddling up to you.

( this was kinda just like the spine of the request you can added anything or remove anything. ps ily and you blog 😘🫶🏼)

hey baby, I love you too! I hope you like this. this is my second plus size fic, I hope I did a good job at it, and also, remember you are all beautiful, no matter what size, shape, look, etc.

summary - you become self-conscious after your boyfriend does something, causing him to let you know how much he loves you.

warning - angst, self-doubt, body shaming.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You didn’t know how the day would turn out. When your boyfriend dropped his phone, you had thought he’d ask you to move or get on his hands and knees to try and get it. You weren’t expecting him to lift the whole couch with you still on it, and tears are brought to your eyes as he grunts. You would’ve moved if he had asked. You didn’t want to cause him harm. When Ari gently drops the couch to the ground, he tucks his phone into his pants and smiles at you softly. His hand comes up, and he brushes his hair back, sits next to you and gets a movie ready.

Days went by, and every time Ari would try and move something that you were on top of or push you in. You’d quickly jump up and move out of his way or pull the seat in yourself. You knew you were pushing it when Ari asked you on a date and then asked you to be his girlfriend. Ari was out of your league. You knew it. Everyone knew it. It was only a matter of time before he realised he could get someone better, someone thinner. You didn’t miss how his coworkers hung off of him and how he didn’t push them away, or the women that lived on your street, or any female in the world that you came across. They all looked at you like you were a problem, wondering how someone like him could want someone like you.

You had begun to pull away from Ari, hiding your body more, not wanting to get in his way or become a burden. Now, Ari wasn’t small. He was practically a giant, and he was bigger than you. But still, you were sure he would benefit from having someone better than you, someone who could do the things he does without having to feel self-conscious or hide their body. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Ari starting to put the pieces together and realise something was wrong. He watched you, catching that you had been covering up more, distancing yourself from him.

Ari walks over, clearing his throat. “Baby, why are you avoiding me?” You wouldn’t expect a man his size to have the saddest eyes or the softest expression as he stares down at you. He missed when you’d let him hold you, missed you.

You blink and squirm in your seat. Opening and closing your mouth as you try and come up with an explanation, not expecting Ari to notice, but then again. Ari was very observant and caring, and he wouldn’t let you be upset by yourself. “I, uh… I just don’t want to be a burden… Especially when it comes to you lifting things or pushing things in while I’m on it.” You squeak as Ari tackles you into the couch, gripping your face in his hands.

“Baby, you know I don’t care about your weight, and you aren’t even heavy! I’m guessing you’re referring to the day I lifted the couch to grab my phone?” You nod, trying to avoid his eyes until he squeezes your cheeks. “I didn’t grunt because you were on it. I grunted 'cause I saw up your dress while I was doing it and realised I had to be careful not to drop the damn thing.” You stare at him with wide eyes. “That’s not the only thing, is it? There’s more.”

You whimper, feeling tears form as you shake your head. “I–I… Why are you with me, Ari? Why me and not the women who want you? I’ve seen how you enjoy their attention. Why me?” Ari can feel his heartbreak and tears well in his eyes at your words, wondering what he had done wrong for you to think that.

“Oh, baby.” He buries his face into your neck, holding you close. “You’re so special, so much better than any other woman. I barely pay attention to them, trust me. My mind is always on you. I love you too much to want someone else.” He presses a bruising kiss to your lips, a few tears slipping.

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mouschiwrites · 2 months

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Ninjago - Their Favorite Places to Kiss You

Nya

Hands!!

She loves how convenient it is, particularly when you’re already holding hands

Like, you guys will just be chilling or walking along, and she’ll quickly bring your hand to her lips and give it a quick kiss before lowering it again

If you glance over at her after, you’ll see a contented smile on her face

That smile will be complimented with a subtle blush if you kiss her hand back

Though those casual kisses are her favorite, she also likes more intimate ones

I can see her gently rubbing her thumb over your knuckles while she brings your hand to her lips, kissing each joint and knuckle slowly and deliberately

If she’s feeling extra mushy she’ll move on to your face, peppering it with kisses as well

Her kisses are sooo soft man,,, you already know she uses the nicest smelling chapstick

AND the prettiest lipstick

You’ll get little colored marks if she’s applied it recently, which she always giggles at

Jay

Shoulders/neck!

It’s the warmth of your skin that draws him in

He likes to just rest his chin on you, taking in your warmth

Then he’ll give you a kiss right on your shoulder, prolonging the contact as long as possible

He just loves the feeling of that soft warmth on his face

And he’ll breathe in your scent, humming dreamily with a deep inhale

He’ll be slow with his kisses, with long gaps between them

He slowly follows your collarbone up to your neck

He’ll rest his cheek against your neck, feeling your pulse against his cheekbone

He reserves these moments for when you’re alone, of course

Bro might be clingy but he does have some dignity

In public the most he’ll do is lean down to give your shoulder a quick kiss from behind, usually when he thinks no one is looking

Just a quick hit of that addictively soft warmth

(And I am so sorry but there is only about a 40% chance that his lips aren’t going to be chapped, he does NOT know what chapstick is)

Cole

Top of your head :)

I headcanon him to be super tall, so it’s pretty easy for him to reach the top of your head

Even if you are taller than him though, he still loves nothing more than to plant a kiss up there

It makes him feel protective over you :)

He especially loves to do this when you’re cuddling; you’ll be laying on him with your head on his chest and he’ll just crane his neck a bit to kiss you

He likes how noninvasive it is; if you’re sleeping, he can do it without waking you, and if you’re just chilling, he can do it without bothering you

Sometimes he’ll even just kiss you as he walks by, stooping down for a half second and walking away like nothing happened

If you have hair, he’ll pretend he got it stuck on his lips when he’s feeling silly

He’ll just start going “pteh! Ppphhh!!!” after smooching you

It makes you both laugh every time :)

If you’re bald he’ll pat your head so it makes a smacking noise while he kisses you

He just goes “smack and smack” (“smack” as in hit and “smack” as in kiss)

He has one tube of chapstick that’s lived in his pocket for literal years; he only uses it when he remembers it exists (which is kinda rare)

But our boy stays hydrated, so dw about his lips ever being chapped 💪

Kai

Ya mouth

It’s very intimate, which he likes :)

He’ll wrap his arms around you while he kisses you, holding you close to deepen the kiss

But he also likes quick little pecks that hardly last a second

He uses those as casual greetings/goodbyes

He saves the more passionate kisses for more meaningful occasions

Like if you’ve been apart for a long time or it’s a holiday or a sweet moment

He has so many tubes of chapstick

Ever since he started dating you he got self-conscious about having chapped lips, so he ALWAYS has to have at least one with him at all times

If he forgets, he just buys another (hence the ridiculous amount he owns)

And when he gets a new one, he likes to see if you can guess the flavor ;)

Like the chapstick challenge from like 2017 (I am so sorry but I don’t know the exact year 😭)

And he can always tell when you’re trying a new chapstick

He knows all your chapsticks by heart

Zane

Forehead!

To him it’s like he’s kissing your mind, which he loves

He thinks you’re brilliant <3

And he knows that the personality is mainly sourced in the brain

So, to him, he’s kissing the your essence

It’s very meaningful

But it’s also just more convenient; he’s also super tall

And it’s less awkward

He’s a little shy when it comes to physical affection, but a forehead kiss is just casual enough for him :)

When he is feeling especially touchy, though, he’ll put a hand on the back of your head and hold your head against his shoulder after he kisses you

His lips are literally never chapped

But sometimes he puts on chapstick anyway, just to be safe

It’s always just plain; no flavors for him

But sometimes he asks to try out your flavored chapstick (indirect kiss!??!! 🤯)

Lloyd

Eyelids!

He kisses you so gently

He’ll hold your face still with his hands, slowly drawing you closer to ensure that he hits the mark

He’d hate to screw it up; he knows that eyes are not exactly resistant to pressure

So, even though it makes him a little nervous, he’ll always take the time to kiss you softly right on your eyelids

Maybe it’s the necessary softness that makes it so special for him

I think that sometimes he’s a little afraid of his own power, so being gentle like that is therapeutic for him

He feels like it’s proving to you (and himself) that he can be gentle when he wants

He strictly uses those chapsticks that are supposed to be flavored like candy/soda

But only the ones that are ACTUALLY sweet

Good stuff only

It motivates him to use them more often, so his lips are always soft :)

And they smell nice too

Thanks so much for reading!! Just wanted an excuse to make more nya content to make something a little more chill today :] Take care my lovely duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

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loveinhawkins · 1 year

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Steve heads outside at about 10pm, hoping that the frigid night air will wake him up a bit. He’s conscious of the fact that he’s hardly been in the party spirit, trying and failing to stifle a yawn behind the lone bottle of beer he’d sipped at before abandoning it on Robin’s kitchen counter.

It’s less a New Year’s Eve party, he thinks, and more a relieved exhale. An I’m glad we’re all here kind of party.

There’s a swing bench out on the porch, and once he sits down, he kicks the whole thing back with his feet, the movement sending more fresh air his way. It turns his forearms to gooseflesh but does little to banish the drowsiness, as if it’s somehow been waiting all year to be felt…

“Hey,” comes a voice, and Steve startles back to awareness; Eddie is suddenly sitting down beside him. “Thought you’d absconded, Harrington.”

Steve smiles at the word—“You talk like you’re in a book, dude,” he’d teased earlier that evening, when Eddie and Robin were taking exaggerated swills of boxed wine, pretending to be sommeliers. Eddie had adopted a plummy accent, went on about “heady aromas” and “full bodied complexity” until Robin snorted wine out of her nose.

“Ah, Steve, Steve, Steve,” Eddie had said in delight, “that’s part of the fun, darling.”

And it was still delivered in that stupid accent, all part of the game, but it didn’t stop Steve from feeling a glow in his chest that had little to do with the wine they ‘sampled.’

Now Eddie’s voice is back to normal, if a little softer than usual, like he doesn’t want to disturb the stillness out here. “Thought I was gonna have to look for a glass slipper or something,” he goes on, and it takes a moment for Steve, lulled by the gentle cadence of Eddie’s words, to get the reference.

When he does, he snorts. “Bit early for that. But at this rate…” And he yawns again as he speaks, aiming for a self-deprecating shrug. “At this rate, I’m sorta doubting I’ll make it ‘til midnight.”

He’s expecting Eddie to lean into the teasing, call him ancient. But instead he just looks over with a fond smile and says, “I’m not surprised, man.”

Steve scoffs. “It’s not like I’ve really done anything.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

Steve gives another shrug. “It’s the holidays, dude, not exactly taxing.”

“Nah, that’s not…” Eddie shakes his head slightly. “You can’t see it, huh?”

“Can’t see what?”

There’s a moment where Eddie just considers him. “Steve Harrington,” he drawls, almost like it’s a little song, like Steve is the one who’s a character in a book. Like he’s someone admirable. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you, like, stop even once. And at first I thought…” He tilts a little closer on the swing, making it creak. “Like, ‘oh, that’s just how he is when the world’s ending’, right? But no. You’re like that all the damn time.”

Steve is far too tired to work out what ‘like that’ even means. He chuckles quietly, rubs at one of his eyes. “And, what, I can’t even keep going to see in the new year?”

“Eh, time’s a construct.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Steve says with absolutely no bite to it. “Midnight countdown is the one time when it matters.”

“Well.” Eddie nods his head as if to say fair point. “We could time travel.”

Steve smirks. “Oh, yeah? You park the DeLorean somewhere?”

Eddie grins. “Nope. It’s—” He stops, smile fading just at the corners, like he’s suddenly a little shy. “Okay, it’s kinda stupid. Like a family thing, I guess.”

“Lucky for you that I like stupid,” Steve says lightly—doesn’t really know how to say that he secretly loves hearing about quirky family traditions, sometimes feels like he can live vicariously through them.

(The last New Year’s Eve he’d spent with his parents had been in New York, and when they were getting a cab back to the hotel, his mom had said that he couldn’t fall asleep because they were sharing the ride with some business partners; it would be embarrassing. He’d spent the journey pressing his forehead against the cold condensation on the car window, fighting sleep.)

“So,” Eddie says, “every year since I was, like,” he gestures with his hand comically low, nearly touching the ground, “Wayne always let me stay up for New Year’s, and it blew my tiny mind ‘cause I was never tired. At all. And then, I think I was, what, ten…? Something like that. And I figured it out.”

“What?”

Eddie leans forward conspiratorially. “Sneaky bastard wound all the clocks forward.”

Steve laughs and laughs. “I love your uncle.”

Eddie rolls his eyes but he’s smiling. “Yeah, yeah, he’s something else.” Then he softens. “We did it tonight, before I came here. Early midnight countdown.”

And there’s a weight to that, like Eddie can hardly believe that he got to be there, to see the tradition continue.

Then Eddie blinks, and the heaviness is gone. “How about it, Harrington?” He pushes back his shirt to reveal his wristwatch. “Wanna try it?”

Steve smiles. “Sure.”

And he watches as Eddie fiddles with the watch until it reads as being a minute before midnight; and it’s silly, he knows they're not really time travelling, but he can’t help feeling that there’s some magic involved anyway. Like there’s suddenly a little pocket of the world that’s just their own.

They count down from 10, and then Eddie does a hushed imitation of fireworks going off, which makes Steve laugh again.

“Hey, Eddie,” he says. “Happy New Year.”

And suddenly it sounds like more than that—sounds like we made it and we’re safe.

Maybe Eddie hears all that, too, because there’s a sheen to his eyes that can’t entirely be blamed on the Christmas lights. “Yeah. Happy New Year, Steve.”

They stay put in comfortable silence. Eddie starts to rock the swing slowly with one foot, back and forth, and Steve knows that he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it—probably is hearing a song in his head that he can’t help but follow the rhythm.

And at some point Steve finds that he’s catching himself on the brink of dozing, then pulling back. His eyelids keep…

The softest laugh, somewhere very close. “Oh, Steve,” Eddie sighs, and Steve can hear him smiling, can hear the fondness shining through. “There you go, big guy.”

And his head is tilting down, down onto Eddie’s warm shoulder.

“Glad you’re here,” Steve just about manages to say.

Through a dreamy haze, he feels a hand brush across his forehead; an arm around him, so he doesn’t fall. “Ah, sweetheart. So glad you’re here, too, you’ve got no idea.”

And then he’s melting into sleep, right through the gentlest turning of the page from one year into the next.

#steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie

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beatrixstonehill2 · 4 months

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#breast reduction kink #breast shrinking kink #body modification kink #dark kinks

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meetmymouth · 4 months

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plssss i need a blurb about thea seeing that bald ass head

from the series theadora

“What are you doing?”

Harry looks absolutely ridiculous.

Sitting on the sofa, a mug in hand as he scrolls on his phone with the other.

Seeing only his torso, and the hands were not a reason to call him out on his bullshit, though. What angered her—perhaps, for no reason—was the fact that he’d been home for about four hours, and in that four hours, Harry has not taken his beanie off.

So, she thinks, yes—he looks absolutely ridiculous with the beanie still on his head.

“What?” He looks up, eyebrows furrowed.

The hat matches the pink lights on their Christmas tree, and she so badly wants him to take it off to see whether the flickering lights would reflect on his head that lacked a significant amount of hair now or not.

“Take that thing off for the love of God, Harry, you’ve been home for hours.”

“I feel… self conscious.”

“You can’t be serious, I’ve caught you taking multiple selfies,” she rubs her eyes, and walks towards him. She sits next to him, one leg tucked under the other, arm finding his body to hug him from the side. “Are you… serious?”

Harry bites his bottom lip. “Okay, maybe not. It’s just hair. I don’t care. I just.”

“What is it?”

“Teddy hasn’t seen it—”

“Well, I wonder why. Your bald head must be so hot under that thing,” she snorts, biting his shoulder over the t-shirt.

Harry gasps, almost spilling his tea. He puts it on the coffee table, hand already finding her hip to pinch the skin. “Stop being mean. I’m not bald.”

“Just take it off, please. She’ll find it cute. Camp.”

“Camp?” He repeats, tone incredulous and hesitant. “Fuck off.”

“Harry.”

He lets out a sigh, and leans his head on her head, her hair tickling the side of his face. He smiles for a moment, the stillness of the room making him feel warm.

“I love you,” she starts, hand creeping under his t-shirt. She stops when it reaches his neck. “But you need to take it off. I mean, what’s your plan, hm?”

“Well.”

“Didn’t think that one through, did you?”

They turn their heads at the same time when they hear Theadora’s small footsteps.

She enters the living room, a pink, glittery tinsel around her neck, mouth supporting a frown.

“The tree in my room is so small,” she walks over to them, and grabs Harry’s hand, putting it on the arm of the sofa. She gets on his lap, but not before giving her mum a bored look. “You told me I could have a tree in my room, too.”

She nods. “I did. And you do. We bought you one.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Harry strokes the side of her face, fingers delicately playing with her curls.

“Too small, I said it one minute ago. Because it is small,” she gives a curt nod. “Tinsel does not cover it all the way.”

“Do you mean the tinsel is big for your tree?” Harry suggests.

Theadora looks up at him, eyes narrowed. “It’s not even a tree. It’s a… tr. It’s so, so small I don’t like it.”

“Teddy we have a massive Christmas tree down here.”

“Why are you wearing a winter hat,” she changes the subject, but before they can give her an answer, her small hands reach for the hat, and it slides off of his head.

They both gasp, Theadora howls.

“What have you done, daddy!” She closes her mouth with her hands.

“I… cut my hair, T,” Harry rubs his eyes, clearly feeling nervous.

It’s silent for a while, before Theadora speaks again.

“With scissors?”

“Ah,” Harry lets out a defeated laugh. “No—”

“Did you do it or mum?”

“A hairdresser.”

She gulps. They both watch her in silence.

“Okay.”

Harry’s gaze finds hers momentarily before turning back to the child. “You like it?”

“I guess but do you like it? Are you sad? Because your hair was kinda curly like mine,” she flinches at her own words before turning to her mum. “I am not cutting my hair.”

They both laugh, and Harry presses a kiss on her small hands.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Teddy,” Harry murmurs, hands stroking her small ones in his. “Do you like it, though— really?”

“I do, I think. We won’t be able to put hair clips now but I guess if you’re happy.”

Harry bites his lips so that he doesn’t cry at the pureness of the interaction.

“I love you, Teddy.”

“I love you, too, daddy. Your head looks nice, I promise you.”

Harry laughs, unaware of the loving gaze directed at them both.

“What about my hair?”

Theadora doesn’t look impressed by the question.

“Can we get a bigger Christmas tree for my room now, please?”

#theadora asks #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #dad!harry #ex husband!harry #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #theadora

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yuri-is-online · 7 months

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Masquerade request with number 5 for Jamil (tho not sure he'd be shy, more like reticent, potentially) aand since I can ask for two others I guess I might as well go for Azul and Deuce who kinda seem like suitable sorts for this prompt.

Ty!

-viperwhispered

5. You know it's him and he knows it's you, but you're both a bit too shy to admit you would like to keep holding onto each other when the masks come off, so you'll just stay here together a little longer.

Completely agree that Jamil wouldn't be shy in this scenario, more like a prisoner of his own self destructive tendencies. Also hello! I'm always really happy to see you in my notifications Whisper <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)> Your comments are always very much appreciated.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, this is mildly angsty and I am uncertain if I have provided any comfort here. Uhh unrequited requited love, everyone here is a pining idiot, Deuce is bro zoning himself. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist.

Jamil

He is unprepared for what it feels like to hold you.

It's one thing to look at someone, another to think of them, but both keep a level of imagination to the interaction. Jamil doesn't have the risk of failure in his imagination; he can comfort himself in his perceived superiority and not actually make the effort. There is no warmth in those thoughts, no weight, no you, nothing resembling the delicate weight in his arms that he finds himself wanting to-

"Are you alright?" You ask softly, bringing some focus back to Jamil's eyes, he smiles at you and you wish you could be certain that he really means it.

"I'm just... unused to this." Jamil chooses his words carefully. He does not expect you to know it's him, but there's always the chance someone else does. It makes him feel sick to think the small sigh of relief you give could be meant for someone else, his mind has a ready supply of suspects, but tonight is supposed to be for strangers to play act at romance. He is... allowed... to want this. "I am not that interesting of a guy, you know?"

"I'm sure you're plenty interesting." You say and Jamil swallows to steady himself, trying to remind the spiraling fractions of his mind that you are saying this to a stranger. You would, you have very likely, said this to anyone who needed the encouragement. "If you let yourself go I am sure you will find there's a person underneath the act." But would it be one you approve of? And why is he worrying over that when everyone should approve of him anyway, especially considering what middling results his classmates are barely capable of?

"Your compliments aren't necessary." His smile says otherwise but you cannot bring yourself to push it least you push Jamil away. "But if you wish to keep them coming I will not stop you." You wind your arms around him to pull Jamil just a bit closer. If only he could read your mind as well as command it, if only he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

"Are you sure you can withstand it?" No he's not. "Because I could go on for quite some time." You are clearly teasing him. Jamil's heart should be used to stress, it's been working overtime since he was first sworn over to Kalim, but he's not. There's something new about this stress, or maybe it isn't stress at all and that's just what he's labeling it because that's what he is used to feeling.

"I can take anything." Jamil certainly projects something like confidence, but even as the other guests begin removing their masks his stays firmly put. In both senses you suppose, unable to keep a bitter sigh from escaping you.

But you say nothing, choosing to simply squeeze his hand and hope that he will somehow inhale the meaning of your movements with the sharp breath he takes.

You can want this, please say you want this, please say you want me and give me a reason to stay.

But he can't in good conscious. He is bound by a duty he wishes upon no one, he refuses to ask properly. Just what it is Jamil wants of you needs to be asked for in freedom. So once again you slip away into the night alone with his hand reaching out towards you just out of sight.

Azul

"You have a strong grip." Your voice is muffled as the gentle, but strong hand at the back of your head keeps you firmly resting on this handsome "stranger's" shoulder.

Azul appears to be under the impression this will be easier on him if he cannot see you, but he seems to have forgotten he still can look down the expanse of your back when he holds you this close. What you're doing can barely be described as dancing, swaying is what people might call it but Azul barely registers that he is moving.

"Of course I do." His voice lacks the usual musical performance you associate with it, he sounds almost... tired. Overwhelmed, you decide is the more accurate term as you exhale into his neck and try not to savor the way he shudders. "To keep precious things close is what any pirate would do, hm?" You smile.

"Fancy yourself a heart thief? I would think that's a more Heartslabyul gig." He stiffens, you know he was just trying to make a jest at the appearance of his costume but you appear to have touched some sort of nerve. Azul pulls you closer, arm wrapping properly around your waist instead of simply sitting on it.

"Is it?" Azul wants to vomit all his feelings up, eject them like a sea cucumber and walk off the embarrassment from showing his guts. Anything has to be less painful than thinking of his-

No you are not his. That's why he is being a coward and not looking you in the eye like any proper gentleman would. Why he had asked for a dance, kissed your hand, and not let go of you all under the flimsy pretense of a mask. Azul dislikes taking solace in your kindness, but he knows he can rely on you to not make him pay for this. Even if you really should.

"Has your heart already been carried off to a maze?" Azul is trying to make a joke, but you are so close to his heart you can hear the nerves hammering away at his typical sense of self.

"I think my heart is drowning." You whisper it, low into his pulse point before your eyes squeeze close in embarrassment. Azul's pulse does not slow, and he cannot squeeze you any closer, a sure sign as if you needed it that he isn't Floyd nor could he ever pretend to be. But he can guide you into a sway that's a little more like a dance.

This is enough for tonight. It will not be enough tomorrow, but it is enough for tonight.

Deuce

This is how friends look at each other. Deuce would know because he has never looked at you any other way. There's a respectful distance between you both, an almost boring decorum to the proper ballroom dance he is happily guiding you in. If it weren't for his continued refusal to call you by your name or meaningless title, it would be like you were talking normally.

"Do they have dances like this where you're from?" Deuce is genuine in his interest, always eager to find a new way to ensure you feel like you belong.

"In books and movies maybe." Your laughter makes him soar, spinning you into the air for a brief second that adds a shriek to it that brings a grin to his face that has you feeling lightheaded. "Honestly I never thought I would get a chance to go to something like this!"

"Why not?" It's a stupid question, even if you have repeatedly reassured him there is no such thing.

"Well a Masquerade is kind of a rich people thing, and I'm not rich." Technically you shouldn't be here either, but you let that thought go unsaid. It never even crosses Deuce's mind, there is something so natural about having you in his arms that the idea of a world without you in it-

A world without you in it. It crystalizes as someone taps on the mic to announce the band will play just one as nice slow song that if everything in Twisted Wonderland had been normal he would be rolling his eyes at as he escapes to the sidelines. But that's not what's happening, he is pulling you closer to him and placing his arm around your waist without so much as a second thought.

"I'm not rich either." Deuce says, no where near as stiff in tone or posture as you would have expected him to be when trying to slow dance. If anything he holds you as if it is the most natural thing in the world to him, lapsing into uncharacteristic silence as he really looks you in the eyes with some strange hidden emotion in them.

It's always been there of course, this is always the way Deuce looks at you, but the mask ironically forces you to really see it.

"I'm lucky to be in this world with you." He means it, and though you hold tightly to his hand he doesn't think you know just how much.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jamil viper x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #deuce spade x reader #500 followers celebration #thank you for saying i am handling the mistaken ids well #i agree they tend to be contrived which is why i have tried to avoid making anyone angry at each other #because that majorly triggers my second hand embarrassment

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 5 months

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Can we get hcs of Helian and s/o waking up after a drunken night of doing spicy things?

(GFL) AK-12, AK-15, UMP45, HK416, M4A1, M16A1, RO635, G36, WA2000, Helianthus with their S/O the morning after

I've actually been wanting to write something like this for a while, so now's the perfect excuse to write it!

NSF-W IMPLICATIONS BELOW THE CUT! obviously

S/O's eyes slowly flutter open from the lights of their quarters, feeling a warmth on their body.

Their head turned to a smiling 12, who was snuggled into their chest, her finger idly tracing the outline of their shoulder.

(AK-12) "Hm, looks like someone slept good.~"

(S/O) "Thanks to a certain someone."

S/O made a conscious effort to not stare at her bare chest as the blanket shifted, something which she noticed despite her eyes being shut still.

(AK-12) "Why so shy now? You enjoyed doing much more to them last night-"

(S/O) "Ah, don't say it like that! Makes me sound like some kinda pervert."

12 hummed playfully as S/O moved to get up. Their quarters had always been an enclosed gray rectangle with only space enough for a table, chair, bed, and a closet.

But with 12 hugging so tightly onto them, it felt even smaller somehow.

Before they could fully sit upright, she forced them back down, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

(AK-12) "Come on, we don't have to get up just yet. I'm not entirely satisfied."

(S/O) "We both have to get to work soon, 12. And unlike you, I can get sore."

12's eyes opened and revealed her glowing pink irises, staring straight at S/O, though her expression was more soft than intimidating.

(AK-12) "Please?"

(S/O) sigh "...That's cheating."

(AK-12) "Mhm, but is it working?"

It took all of S/O's self-restraint to not do anything else after giving her a kiss, resulting in 12 making an adorable pout.

S/O felt a small nudge on their forehead that stirred them awake, turning their head to the left and seeing 15 looking at them.

(AK-15) "...Good morning."

(S/O) "Mm...Morning, 15."

Her face was stoic as usual, though there was the slightest tinge of red on her cheeks. S/O had no idea if that was her, or just their eyes seeing something that wasn't there.

Regardless, it made S/O cuddle into 15 with their arms wrapping around her waist.

She slowly raised her arms and did the same, their bare skin touching one another.

Although just like last night, it felt more passionate than lewd.

(AK-15) "You are not injured, I presume?"

(S/O) "Injured? From wha-...O-Oh, right." ahem "No, just a little sore is all."

(AK-15) "Understood. I will take better care next time, my apologies."

(S/O) "Heh, you don't need to say sorry. I don't exactly mind."

(AK-15) "No, but the Commander will should our intercourse become a liability."

S/O couldn't help but blush a little by how bluntly 15 stated last night's activities.

(S/O) "R-Right...By the way, did you kiss my forehead?"

(AK-15) "I did...Should I have not done that?"

(S/O) "Actually, I...was wondering if you could do it again."

15 remained silent again before nodding.

(AK-15) "Acknowledged."

UMP45 yawned as she moved closer into S/O's personal space, a hand lazily resting on their chest.

(UMP45) "Mornin'."

(S/O) "Hey, sleep alright?"

(UMP45) "Mmm, guess so. Now I understand why G11 struggles to get out of bed."

(S/O) "The bed that comfortable?"

(UMP45) "Well, that and a certain someone is quite the sight to wake up to."

UMP45 playfully kissed their cheek and smiled, one of the rare times S/O got to see her genuine one.

(S/O) "You're not so bad looking yourself, you know."

(UMP45) "Aren't you the charmer?...Alright, we should probably get moving. Don't want HK screaming at me too."

UMP45 and S/O sat up, the blanket falling onto both their laps with nothing to make themselves look decent.

Not that either of them minded.

UMP45 felt a tad bit embarrassed about her chest being out in the open, but it quickly dissipated when her head fell onto S/O's shoulder.

(UMP45) "...On second thought, maybe we can stay like this for a few more minutes."

(S/O) "No complaints from me."

416 holds onto S/O tighter the moment she felt them awaken and trying to move.

(S/O) "Wha...416?"

(HK416) "You move too much in your sleep."

(S/O) "You didn't have a problem with me moving last night-"

416 gave them a death glare as S/O chuckled, but she simply shook her head and rested it on their chest.

She angled her head away to make sure S/O didn't see her blush, but they could just feel it with how her face began to heat up.

(S/O) "Did you rest well at least? I hope I didn't annoy you too much then."

(HK416) "I slept good...t-thanks to you. Now, get your ass up. I don't wanna have to lecture you too as well."

(S/O) "But, you're on me-"

416 gently flicked their forehead, grumbling what S/O could assume was German.

(S/O) "Love you too, 416!"

416 rolled her eyes but S/O saw the tiniest smile on the corner of her lips that formed.

S/O feels their hand wrapped in a comfortable warmth, turning over and seeing M4 smiling right at them, both her hands wrapping around theirs.

(M4A1) "Good morning, dear."

Even though she was blushing, her smile did nothing to mask her beauty, making S/O's mouth go slightly agape.

(S/O) "Morning, M4."

The two briefly kissed before S/O squeezed her hand in return, making her giggle.

(S/O) "You're very beautiful in the morning, you know that?"

M4 bashfully turned away, finally releasing S/O's hand.

(M4A1) "Hah, I-I don't know if I can handle these kinds of compliments this early in the morning."

(S/O) "How about this then?"

M4 let out a cute yelp when S/O suddenly hugged her from behind, rapidly giving her light pecks on the cheek that made her laugh.

S/O was just happy to see M4 laughing after what she had been through.

She deserved every bit of affection, and more.

M16 obnoxiously stretched and yawned, her hand accidentally smushing against S/O's face.

(S/O) "Ack...!"

(M16A1) "Heh, what's up?"

She messily rolled over on top of them, her chest squishing up against them and threatening to press against their face, making S/O blush madly.

(M16A1) "Seriously? This wasn't even the craziest position w-"

(S/O) "Stop it! Too early for this, M16!"

M16 let out a hearty laugh, but her expression became softer as she laid her head next to theirs.

(M16A1) "...I love you."

S/O was taken aback by how affectionate she had just become, but returned the gesture with a kiss on her eye.

(S/O) "Love you too."

M16 finally got off S/O, letting them breathe freely again as she got up and put on a shirt.

(S/O) "...H-Hey, that's my shirt!"

(M16A1) "Psh, girlfriend rules. Whatever clothes you wear are mine."

She wore the shirt outside of their room, making many members of AR Team realize the implications of what had happened.

Except for SOPMOD.

RO flusteredly put the blanket over her large chest, making S/O wake up faster than she intended.

(S/O) "Hm...? Oh, hey RO. Is something wrong?"

(RO635) "N-No, it's just...Um...I don't look decent right now."

S/O smiled as their hand brushed against hers.

(S/O) "You always look beautiful to me, RO."

Her cheeks brighten up at the compliment, but is quick to correct them.

(RO635) "I-I meant I'm not dressed!"

(S/O) "I know what you meant. But really? After what we did last night?"

(RO635) "That's a bit different! But...I appreciate the compliment."

S/O laughed at how adorable she was, giving them a small peck on the cheek. It made her shoulders finally relax, and let the blanket drop as she averted her gaze.

(RO635) "Can you hand me my shirt...please?"

G36's eyes squint as she wakes up, trying to find a shirt to put on for the moment before feeling S/O's hand on her waist.

(G36) "Ah, good morning, dear."

(S/O) "Morning. Going to work already?"

(G36) "Indeed."

(S/O) "Can't you stay in bed for at least a few more minutes?"

(G36) "No, I cannot. I must make myself look presentable otherwise people might...talk."

G36 reflexively covered her chest, though she made no effort to hide it from S/O.

(S/O) "Well, at least that'll be easy for you..."

S/O awkwardly eyed the hickies on their neck.

G36 vision became clearer as she closed in on S/O's face, giving them a quick kiss before finally getting up and letting S/O stare.

(G36) "...S/O, I believe you have already had ample time to look at me from last night. May I ask if you can help find my clothes?"

(S/O) "R-Right."

WA's eyes shot wide open the moment she realized she had no clothes on, and neither did S/O.

She looked hurriedly back and forth for a shirt before seeing S/O slowly get up.

S/O wrapped their arms around her stomach, making her yelp as she felt their head on her shoulder.

(S/O) "Hey, WA-"

(WA2000) "W-Watch where your hands are going!"

S/O chuckled teasingly, but made no suggestive movement with their hands, much to her relief.

Instead their hug became tighter.

(S/O) "You didn't mind at all last night where my hands were-"

(WA2000) "I swear to god you blockhead, one more word out of your mouth...!"

WA felt S/O's smirk grow against her bare shoulder, but they said nothing else when WA sighed and relaxed into them.

WA rested her body against theirs, closing her eyes.

(WA2000) "...Just give me my shirt in a few minutes, and I'll let you have this, alright?"

(S/O) "Let me have this, or let you have this?"

(WA2000) "Shut it already."

WA squeezed the hands around her tightly, deciding to enjoy the intimate moment with S/O adding of saying anything else.

Helian jolted awake as her eyes shot wide open, almost screaming.

(Helianthus) "I'M GONNA BE LATE!"

(S/O) "H-Helian! It's only 7, we still got an hour and a half!"

(Helianthus) "I...I-I see."

She finally realized what had happened, noticing her and S/O's lack of clothing.

Slowly, she grabbed the blanket and covered her chest awkwardly.

(Helianthus) "...G-Good morning."

(S/O) "Um...Morning."

An awkward silence passed between the two before she put the blanket to her mouth, her voice barely above a whisper.

(Helianthus) "...Was...I alright last night?"

S/O smiled and took her into a loving embrace, making her relax just the slightest amount.

(S/O) "More than alright. You made me feel loved, and that's all I'll ask for. What about you?"

Uncharacteristically, she gets even quieter as her expression softens and her shoulders become less stiff.

(Helianthus) "...I feel the same, S/O."

After a moment enjoying the intimacy, Helian clears her throat and begins speaking how she normally does.

(Helianthus) "Get yourself dressed. I want you ready by the time I come out the shower."

(S/O) "Can't we both use it?"

That immediately makes her fumble her next words.

(Helianthus) "I-...I suppose we can. Just...don't try anything, alright?"

(S/O) "Heh, yes ma'am."

She raised an eyebrow at their playful tone.

(S/O) "..." ahem "Understood."

S/O said in a much more clearer and professional tone.

That made Helian chuckle, making her squeeze their hand affectionately.

(Helianthus) "Much better."

She didn't mind S/O's playfulness and...other moods, as long as it was kept inside here in privacy.

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starkeyslover · 7 months

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So, I don't know if your requests are open or not, but I'd like to request something for TWDG S4. It's basically the Ericsons' kids with an s/o who has naturally cold hands. Like, their hands are always cold even in the summertime. So the reader is kind of self conscious about it when holding hands for the first time. I guess what I'm asking for is the kids' reaction to the cold hands. Like if they'd try to warm them up and all that. Does that make sense? I feel like it doesn't. BUT if it does I'd really appreciate you doing that. LOVE YOUR WORK BTW. xoxo~A

Ericson kids with a S/O that has cold hands

Characters: Clementine, Marlon, Mitch, Violet, and Louis

Warnings: Fluff, some suggestive stuff, and not proof read

A/N: This is kinda hard for me to write since I'm usually the person with warm hands but I'll try my best😭 I also don't own these gifs!

Clementine

Having cold hands was always an issue for you growing up and it hasn't changed. Before it used to be your dad who would warm your hands up for you but when the apocalypse happened you lost him and your family. When you first met Clem she took notice to you having cold hands, how you would always rub your hands together or put your hands underneath your arms or between your thighs. When you guys started dating, even before you guys did, she would offer to warm up your hands for you.

"Cold?" Clem asked as she looked over to you. You were sitting beside her and your hands were between your thighs trying to warm them up. "Yea" You said simply. She smiled and took your hands and put them in hers. She cupped them and put her mouth to her hands and started to blow warm air on your hands. "We should find you some gloves to wear, babe" Clem suggested as she looked at you. You giggled lightly and agreed. "Maybe we can get matching ones" you joked. You could feel your hands warming up already. Clem smiled. "Of course, anything for you."

Marlon

It never really accrued to Marlon that you had cold hands until you guys started dating. He would go to grab your hand and it would be freezing. He would laugh a bit to himself and would warm up your hands without asking, he knows that you'll appreciate it.

"Hey, babe." Marlon would say with a smile as he came up the guard tower where you were keeping watch. You turned and flashed him a smile. "Hey" you answered back and turned to keep watch. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, it was November and it was starting to snow a bit. Your hands started to get colder than usual, fingertips being white, blue even sometimes, from the cold. "How's your hands?" He hummed as he took your hands and looked at them, your fingertips were turning white a bit. You didn't say anything just blushed lightly and you heard him click his tongue. Without a second passing he turned you around and put your hands underneath his jacket and shirt, his skin was warm, very warm. You giggled and hugged him. "You treat me so well." you smiled as you looked up to him and rested your chin on his chest. He looked down and ran his hands on your lower back. "You know, my hands are also kinda cold too." he smirked before grabbing your ass, you squealed, he laughed. He gives it a good squeeze before leaning down and giving you a quick peck. "You going to let go now?" You asked. "Nope."

Mitch

For some reason you were always so embarrassed to hold Mitch's hand. Your hands always being cold and Mitch with his big mouth, you were scared he would be judgy about it.

"Come here" Mitch whispered to you. You guys were supposed to cleaning up the school but Mitch had other ideas. He grabbed into your hand and pulled you into on of the rooms. He closed the door and pushed you up against it, he looked down and then he felt his cold your hands were. You noticed and pulled you hand away with a blush. "It's noth-" "Why don't you tell me you have cold hands?" He cut you off as he grabbed both of your hands into his. He put your hands in between his and looked up to you. "I don't know, it's embarrassing" you mumbled. He frowned a bit before leaning down and kissing your fingers. "Don't be embarrassed, especially not with me."

Violet

Let's be honest, this girl also had cold ass hands. When she found out you also had cold hands she would try and warm them up, even if it doesn't work.

October mornings were always your favorite, even if the mornings were cold. You'd always sit outside looking at the sunrise, loving the feeling of the cool crisp air on your body, even if it did feel like you were freezing. Violet occasionally would join you watching the sunrise and you guys would cuddle and share a blanket trying to stay warm. "Fuck, it's so cold" Violet shivered as she brought you closer to her, her hands were cold on your body. You shivered and got closer to her, you were between her legs looking at the sunrise. "Gimme your hands" you said as you look her hands and brought them up to your chest and put her hands in your boobs. You felt her tense up before relaxing. You brought your hands down and put them underneath her thighs and sighed contently. "Better?" You asked. She nodded and stayed silent for a minute before talking. "Your boobs are warm."

Louis

He finds it so cute that your hands get cold. He loves it that you go to him for helping warming your hands up.

You guys were in bed just staring at the ceiling in silence. You both had just woken up and were laying together enjoying the moment. The room was cold, it's starting to snow which makes the school cold too. And your hands were freezing, to the point that they felt numb. An idea popped into your head, with a smile you rolled over and put your hands on Louis's stomach, making him scream. "Goddamn your hands are cold girl!" Louis exclaimed as he looked at you. You giggle and pulled him into a hug. "Warm me up" you mumbled into his chest, you could feel him shiver from your cold ass hands on his body. It took a second for him to adjust to the coldness, when he did he looked down and gave you a kiss on the forehead. "Always will."

#x reader #twdg violet #twdg marlon #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg mitch #twdg x reader #twdg s4

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abitohoney · 11 months

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Imagine telling sevika "I‘d still love you without all those gorgeous muscles, you know that right?“ when noticing you‘ve been complimenting them a LOT lately

Thinking about this scenario I just picture that soft expression she has when talking to Silco about Jinx and relating it to her relationship with her father. 😭 Want to hug and hold her SO BAD!

AN: This got a little... angsty I guess? Nothing too bad. Just different than my normal vibe. Or maybe I just felt angsty while writing this, idk. I've been feeling kinda down in the dumps lately, particularly in the past several weeks or so, and I think it's starting to show in my writing, unfortunately. (It's certainly been a huge hindrance to writing in general. Output has been near zero, hence the lack of posting much beyond just little HCs, imagines, etc.) But hey, this is SFW, which is unusual for me! Still tossed it below the cut due to length.

I certainly would still love her all the same without those delicious muscles of hers. There are hundreds of reasons I'm crazy about her, and I imagine the rest of the Sevika simps feel the same. She's an incredible woman.

Sevika oozes confidence. She's clearly proud of her body (As she should be! She looks AMAZING at 40). She's got those toned abs and delightfully large bicep of hers on constant display. Not to mention those tight pants that hug her deliciously muscular legs. 🤤

However, she is human. I'm sure that somewhere beneath her cool, confident exterior there's bound to be some self-conscious feelings, some worries, some doubt. Especially if you've been so frequently pointing out her glorious physique. Sure, it's gonna feel great to her at first. She'll feel high as a kite that her favorite person finds her so amazing and attractive. But at some point, you gotta believe she's going to think about what she might look like in 10, 20, 30 years, if she ever gives up whatever strict regime she has to stay so fit. You can't possibly expect her to maintain that figure until she takes her last breath. It's unrealistic and unfair. I certainly wouldn't expect her to. So she probably wonders, what would you think of her then?

Weak. That's how she feels if she ever lets her emotions- her vulnerability- show. So she bottles them up. Keeps them buried deep inside where no one can find them. Covers them up with layers of hardened muscles, a stony expression, and a personality to match. ------------------------X------------------------ Post-workout routine with Sevika, you once again find yourself openly ogling her sweat-slick body. All those delicious muscles of hers just glisten and flex as she wipes herself down with a towel. Sevika catches you staring and that frown she tends to wear curls into a small, crooked grin. Realizing you've been caught, you speak your obvious thoughts aloud, "Janna, your body is so unbelievably sexy." You step closer to her and run a hand along her arm, paying special attention to her bicep. "So strong," you whisper, almost in a trance as you give the hard muscle beneath your hand a gentle squeeze. Your eyes drift back up to her face, just in time to spot that sexy smirk of hers deteriorating into something entirely different. Something... pained. Not wanting to let you read the thoughts plaguing her mind, Sevika turns away. Says nothing. Just hopes you can't see how her expression falls into that rare, soft, but dejected look. Like she's carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. But not even those broad shoulders can carry so much. And they'll only weaken with age, she thinks. And there's that awful word again. Weak. Despite her efforts to hide her feelings, you can spot that sudden change in her demeanor a mile away. The way her shoulders slump, her head drops just the slightest, her gaze goes distant, eyelids heavy over those gray eyes that threaten to expose the storm brewing behind them. You know that look. And you know exactly what's going through her head. So you cautiously step closer, knowing the subject matter is touchy with her. That really anything relative to her feelings puts her on the defensive. Slowly, you slide your arms around her waist from behind and gently pull her closer until your chest presses against the damp, heated skin of her back. You can feel how her body tenses at your touch, the physical affection. But you persist, with care. You rest your cheek just below her shoulder and just hold her, giving her a moment to adjust. Once you feel her start to relax, you finally speak. "You know I'd still love you even without all this muscle, right?" You ask softly. You don't truly expect her to answer. She hates talking about this 'shit' as she'd call it. And that's fine. You just want to let her know how you feel about her. To reassure her she's got you by her side. No matter what. "Your muscles are only one of the many things I love about you, Sev. I hope you know that," you continue on as you pull her closer and tighten your embrace. "Even if they fade away someday, you're still going to be the most gorgeous, charming, and amazing woman I've ever met. I'll always-" you give her a good squeeze for emphasis, "-love you." Sevika still says nothing, but when you press a chaste kiss to her back and feel her human hand slide over yours where it rests on her stomach, you know she's heard you. When she gives your hand an almost imperceptible little squeeze, you know she understands. When she finally turns to face you and pulls you in close, her lips tugging just the slightest at one corner while she peers down at you, you know she believes you. And when she bends down to capture your lips in what is most assuredly the sweetest kiss she's ever shared with you, you know her love for you is just as strong.

#arcane #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #arcane sevika x reader #honey writes

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amaesama · 2 years

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Eyeless Jack SFW and NSFW HC’s

Lmao guess who’s back after… idk… a year? I’ve left college now so I have a couple of months before Uni to write shit. Idk what spurred me to make this, I think the boredom is setting in. The reader is written with no gender in mind, there are AMAB and AFAB parts in the nsfw section. Enjoy yourselves you horny mf’s.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

SFW

So let’s start of with his physical appearance.

Mans is TAALLL.

I don’t think ridiculously so, though, he absolutely taller than the humans in the manor (I’m a firm believer in the slendermansion, idk if it’s not practical), but not as tall as Laughing Jack, Candy Pop, or anyone like that.

He was a human once, and as his height was pretty average, maybe a tad taller than average, like maybe 6’0, I think the whole possession thing definitely added to his height. I’m thinking something like 6’5 or 6’7.

His skin is dark grey, and as he’s kinda self conscious about his appearance I think he tries his best to hide this by always wearing his mask.

His eyes are always something that confused me; like yeah he had them scooped out and then his eye sockets had tar poured in them, but did he regain them after he was possessed?

In my opinion, I think his eyes have a similar shape to that of a normal persons eyes, except they’re matte black cuz of the whole tar thing, and when he cries (which isn’t often) it’s this weird black substance, not exactly tar but definitely not normal tears.

Has like two tongues. I’ll elaborate on that in a bit 👀

Pointy teeth, gotta rip through that flesh ya know.

Speaking of eating flesh, he can eat any part of the human body, but he doesn’t find the actual flesh that tasty. He probably killed a guy and tried every part in their body until he found the part he liked the most. No reward if you figure out what that is.

He can eat normal food, but it tastes bad to him and it doesn’t actually quench his hunger, it’s like consuming air to him. Or very bad tasting air. Miasma air, if you will.

Ok on to how he’s like with a partner.

Now considering he’s a cannibalistic demon-man thing who was sacrificed to some weird devil-thing in college you wouldn’t particularly expect him to be a sweetie pie.

But he is.

Granted that’s only when he’s with you (mostly because the others would make fun of him if they saw him being nice *COUGH* Jeff *COUGH*), as he trusts you enough to not judge him.

My boy has a lot of pent up issues; he did have his life taken from him, he never wanted to become what he is. Because of this there are many times late at night where you’ll hear a knock on your door and when you open it there’s a 6’something demon man in your doorframe.

Side note - I don’t think he has much room presence, which is weird considering how big he is. I very much think he likes to keep to himself and prefers not to be noticed. This is very much evident is this case as he feels small. He’s hunched over and his body language is very defensive.

I realise that this SFW section is getting pretty long so I’ll just make a few more points before getting on to what I know you’re all here for.

I think he’s very caring and he’s always looking out for you. In a mansion filled with some of the most evil and foul beings in existence he is very protective of you - he doesn’t want you to get hurt.

You make him feel human, and he often invites you to your room or to the infirmary to study with him - which is something he does to try and get that feeling of normalcy back.

At first he wasn’t a big fan of touching; he felt like he could snap you in half just by looking at you. Of course after a while and after a lot of systematic desensitisation (OOOO look at my psychology A-Level SHINE) he learns that it IS ok to hold your hand and that hugging you won’t crush every bone in your body.

I mean it totally will but he makes sure to be gentle.

His kisses are super sweet and gentle because he’s self conscious of his tongues and his teethies.

Gives GREAT hugs. Ya know, cuz he’s so tall and lanky.

Yes he’s lanky, he studied medicine so he probably didn’t have time to go to the gym, he only started gaining muscle mass after he was sacrificed and he joined the mansion - living with actual psychotic assholes who refuse to sit down and get treated after they get a massive gash in their leg forced him to get better at restraining people.

Ok that’s if for SFW cuz I think I may have written a tad too much. Onto the fun part 😈

NSFW

YEAH SO REMEMBER WHEN I SAID HE HAS LIKE TWO TONGUES??

BOYYYYYY

He knows how to use them.

Whether your AMAB or AFAB he KNOWS what to do and how to put his *cough* appendages to good use.

They’re super long as well and as he probably studied anatomy he knows just how far and where they should go to really make you squirm. He will usually start by using them to tease the outside of your hole and slowly inch them in bit by bit.

On a normal day he’ll go at a normal pace - alternating the thrusting of his tongues and keeping at a regular or slow pace (he ADORES your squirming - probably due to his animalistic urge of watching his prey writhe). But if someone was being an ass in the infirmary?? Oooo that’s a whole other story.

It’s like his tongues have a mind of their own - their pace will absolutely not be regulated and they’ll go so far inside of you to the point where your vision is white with pleasure. He doesn’t care about keeping your moans regulated and the whole mansion can and will hear you.

If you’re lucky he’ll assign each tongue a particular role:

If you’re amab he’ll have one mercilessly fuck and tease your ass and the other curl around your dick - giving very little attention to the head bc he absolutely adores that look of pained pleasure to the point where you can’t even find your voice to beg him to fuck you. It is absolutely necessary to make sure your ass is prepared for the dick down of a lifetime so he makes sure his saliva has absolutely coated your hole and you’re nice and stretched for him - he’s a big boy after all/

If you’re afab? He’ll be either use both tongues to fuck your hole and stretch it out cuz remember this is only foreplay - he needs to prepare you for the main event. Sometimes one of his tongues will stretch you and the other will dive in and go to town, and sometimes he’ll press them against your walls and entrance and fuck your like that. OR, if you’re comfortable with it, he’ll have one tongue at your pussy and one at your ass and go to town that way. I think his tongues are a little thinner than the average penis so you get that gorgeous feeling of being full but not too full.

He often leaves bites on your thighs, ass, whatever he can get you those teeth in. It’s times like these where he lets that demon part of him go wild, so he has that demonic cannibalistic urge to mark and devour you. He won’t actually though, he loves you far too much.

When he’s like this he’s WAY more comfortable and confident in his kisses, he’ll nip at your neck and lips and let me tell you right now omg. You ever made out with a demon? Neither have I but with those tongues (idk why I’m so obsessed with his tongues) BOYY it’s like enough to make you cum on the spot. There’s so much passion and heat in those kisses like holy fuck

Ok main event now.

He was pretty average as a human - I’m thinking that because he was also slightly above average height he was also slightly about average in length, nothing too special, I’m thinking like 5.6/5.7 inches. I think he was of average girth but his slight added length made up for it. Not that he knew how to use it lol. He was a massive med student virg (not saying med students are all virgins, I just think that he was so hard working and dedicated to his studies that he just didn’t have the time to go out and get laid).

But NOW??? Oh my… as I said before he’s a BIG BOY. He’s got the length AND the girth.

I’m thinking that after that demonic possession he went from a 5.6/7 to like 7.5. And that’s when he’s SOFT. When hard I’m thinking he’s easily like 9/9.5 inches. He can and will rearrange your insides.

As for girth? I’m thinking like the girth of a monster can, maybe a bit thinner. If he’s your first time then you’ll absolutely need that foreplay cuz that is… yeah that’s quite a lot to take.

His dick is a similar colour to the rest of his skin - a dark grey with a darker, almost pitch black, tip. It ever so slightly arches up and I honestly can’t decide if his veins are pitch black and very prominent or are very subtle and ever so slightly glow. Idk I’ll leave it up to you.

If he’s the one deflowering you then it really does ignite something in him when he first goes in and he see’s that ring of blood on his dick. Of course he’ll go super slow, he does in fact hate seeing you in pain and he wants to make this a pleasant experience for you, so it may take a while until he’s fully inside you. The whole time he’ll be asking if you’re ok and reminding you that you can take a break or try again at a different time because he RESPECTS YOU and YOUR SAFETY AND COMFORT COMES FIRST.

Anyway, once he’s fully in and you’re comfortable he will start off slow, no matter how prepared or experienced you are at the end of the day he will be a bit of a struggle to accommodate at first. He will eventually speed up and he absolutely RELISHES in the look and feeling of your little hole clinging to him and dragging him in, seeing your delicate skin chase after his cock as if it has a mind of its own is like a drug to him. It makes him feel like you need him and only him; only he can make you feel like this.

Obviously with his length he goes so deep inside of you, if you’re amab or afab you will absolutely have that delicious stomach bulge and he adores that he can see himself poking through your insides. He will absolutely press down on it with his large hands, and sometimes he will lean down and lick the bulge in your stomach. Jesus that’s so hot.

On a normal day he doesn’t like going to fast or rough, even if you say it’s ok. He knows that even though your mind is clouded in lust and you’re not exactly thinking straight (with a monster dick like that inside you idk if you’ll even be able to think holy-) there is absolutely NO WAY that through all the pleasure there isn’t a bit of pain. Whether you like that pain or not is up to you, he will always listen to you and if you want to stop for a bit or stop entirely he will 100% of the time so as your say.

When he’s in one of his moods he is much easier to convince. If you say you’re ok with it and you WANT him to destroy and abuse your hole then he will be happy to oblige.

He will absolutely RAVAGE you, he’s got that demon speed so he will be pistoning into you like there’s no tomorrow.

You know that phrase? ‘Fuck like rabbits’ or something like that? Yeah for him it’s more like ‘fuck like a demonic overlord.’ Ok that phrase kinda sucks but you get my point.

He goes so fast and deep inside of you that you can only just lay there with your tongue out and taking shallow breaths and long whiney moans. If you have more energy then you’ll have your back arched up so your chest is flush against him.

He will either be concentrating on your face or at the foamy ring of cum around his dick that has formed due to the speed in which he’s going in and out of you. He loves how there are spiders webs of cum connecting the two of you and the messy squelches every time he’s fully sheathed, it’s so foul and so dirty.

He likes missionary because he thinks you’re so ethereal with that dumbed out, fucked out expression on your face. As well as that it means he gets to see that stomach bulge.

He isn’t a big fan of doggy but that’s probably his second go-to position. He either likes to admire your ass hitting his pelvis or he likes to lean over so his chest is against your back and whisper words of praise in your ear. You’re doing a great job after all, taking him is no easy task and he needs to let you know how good you are.

If you’re amab then he will absolutely jerk you of, if it’s a normal day it’ll just be at a normal pace. Sometimes he’ll just play with the head of your dick with his palm or thumb. He’s not a big fan of sucking you off, he doesn’t think you’re gross or anything but he just doesn’t like it. If he’s in a mood then he’ll jack you off so fast and hard to the point where he’s basically milking you. Although he’s not a massive fan of you riding him as he likes to be in control (purely because he can make sure he doesn’t hurt you) there’s something about seeing your dick flap up and down and hitting against his and your chest that’s just so hot to him.

If you’re afab then he’ll hold onto your breasts or he’ll hold onto your thighs as they wrap around his waist. Sometimes he’ll do both, one hand on your breast and one steadying you by holding your thigh down. He doesn’t see the need to play with your clit, his dick does an amazing job at pleasuring you already after all. But if you ask him he will. If you’re going doggy then he’ll reach under you and hold your breasts, if he’s really lost in pleasure then he’ll be throwing his head back with one hand steadying himself on the bed and the other one on your waist, sometimes caressing your ass and giving it very soft little slaps. He won’t do that thing where his thumb is in your ass and he’s guiding you back cuz he’s got sharp nails and that means you’ll be in pain and we can’t have that, can we?

King of aftercare. He knows he’s a lot so he’ll make sure you’re nice and cleaned up and if there’s any areas of your body that are aching he’ll massage it or put a cold towel on it so help sooth it. Most of the time you’ll both go to sleep so he’ll hold onto you and whisper words of praise like how well you’ve done as you fall asleep.

Don’t forget to look after him as well! Offer to have a bath with him and give him lots of snuggles and kisses. Tell him how pretty he is and that you love him so much, make sure he knows that he has also done a great job and you had a great time, and that you’re not hurt.

He loves you so much and he needs to know that you’re ok and that he did well.

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DAMN I REALLY WENT ALL OUT HUH.

I’ve been in the creepypasta fandom for maybe 7 years now and now that I’ve finished college this stupid phase has come back to take over my life. I love Jack so much so it’s only fitting that I write for him first. I’m thinking of opening my asks (if I figure out how to do that lol) so if you wanna ask me to write anything in particular then nows your time ig. I’ll make a list about what I will and won’t write at some point.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta smut #what did i just write #eyeless jack #smut #eyeless jack x y/n #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack smut

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wannabe-amateur-writer · 1 year

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MC isn't a sheep!!

So we're not an actual sheep. Thankfully. Imagine if MC returned to the human world and the brothers missed them so much they decided to pay them a visit only to see us in human form and be like ??? Who the fk are you?

It'd be a good time for MC to hit them with a 'ur mum' joke.

But seriously I'd be super self conscious if we did get transformed into a sheep and eventually they all saw what we look like in human form because like I'm assuming beauty standards are fricking insane in Devildom especially because people don't grow old there so... Yh no.

On the other hand imagine them loving all the little imperfections of human Mc. Like what are these little lines on your body? They're called stretch marks? Can I trace them with my finger?? You have wrinkles, scars, acne scars, discoloured skin, etc? Please may I kiss them?? You have fat? CUDDLES. Feel like your nose is not normal?(i.e. flat, wonky, too long) well they'd probably love to pinch it playfully with their thumb and index finger. Beauty spots/moles in places you don't want them? They likely won't be able to stop staring in awe. May even try kiss or brush it with their finger. Mc has a mustache or a monobrow? Guess what? More kisses that's what. You still look like a hot badass bitch. Any insecurities you have, they'll express how much it does not bother them but they will try understand why you're feeling the way you do about them and hopefully try get you to see you the way they do (and let's be honest they're simping hard for you. Literally if anyone asked them their type, it's you, just you.)

Anyways, this is not where I was expecting this post to go. I was literally just going to leave it at 'your mum' but suddenly this just came out of me?? Maybe I'm just feeling like I need some love from them.

P.s. I edited out my username and put name instead so you can insert yours. It can be kinda confusing sometimes when you see someone else's MC name and not your own and sometimes (for me anyways) I feel like it's not really referring to my own MC so I wanted to make sure that to some extent this post feels like it's for you, especially if you feel like you need someone to show you some love if you have any insecurities.

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the-sprog · 1 year

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"so.... You're not the same person?"

"No," he really hopes they'll attribute his racing heartbeat and sweating face to nervousness and anxiety, and not because he's blatantly lying through his teeth.

"Who is he then?" He's sure that if he could see his face, Batman would be raising an eyebrow.

Or maybe not, maybe he's just as expressionless without his mask.

"Well..." Ok, Billy. You can do this. You've lied to police officers for harder things to hide. You have the excuse of magic this time. You can do it. "I guess you could say he's... My dad...?" That's surely not going to come back to bite him in the ass anytime soon.

Fuck Batman and fuck his face recognition software.

"You don't sound too sure yourself." Dammit Supes, you're supposed to be on his side, not poking holes in his story!

"It's kinda complicated. It's magic bullshit." He can feel the judgemental stares at his swearing, but he's freaking out too much to care about what the Justice League thinks of his politeness.

"Basically," he continues, not giving them the chance of asking questions again, "think about it this way. He's the one with the powers, and- and nothing actually happens to me if he gets hurt." Ok, technical truth. He can do this.

"So do you... Like... Switch places then?"

"Yes, that's exactly what happens." He thanks Superman mentally.

"What happens to you then?"

"Uuuhmmm." THINK THINK THINK. "It's like- well, basically... Only one of us can exist on any give plane of existence." Are those words too big for an 11 years old to know? Possibly. But he does learn a thing or two by being Marvel and constantly being surrounded by adults who spoke like they came out of a dictionary.

Or a court case.

"So you go... Where?" 'Flash if you don't stop asking questions,' Billy mentally threatens, 'I will make sure there is no food for you at the Watchtower or so help me Gods. I'll become the biggest annoyance you've ever had the displasure of dealing with'

"The Rock of Eternity." Probably his best lie yet.

"And it's.... Safe for you in the... Rock?" Diana, you beautiful, wonderful woman. Why would you do this to him?

Billy nods. "Yes, only we can go there. Well, and people we allow inside. But we don't do that." And Freddy doesn't count.

Neither does Darla.

And Mary.

And Pedro.

Eugene.

None of the rest of his family counts, let's leave it at that.

"As long as the Champion of Magic is there to protect it, it's the safest place one could be in"

'If you strong enough to resist the temptations of the embodiment of the Seven Deadly Sins, that is' he didn't say. He thought it, though.

Gosh he hopes Martian Man Hunter hasn't been reading his mind this whole time.

That would be awkward, to say the least.

"But why are you two like this- what happened?" Well Flash is not going to eat in the tower for a good while.

Billy fidgets. One last lie. Can he 'technically the truth' his way out of this one?

"Well... Marvel is not... Really my dad. He's more like...." C'mon words, c'mon. "His ghost or-or his... His legacy! Yeah. And a few years ago- there's a Wizard involved. We got the blessings of the Gods and- I don't actually know the details." Mostly because the details don't actually exists.

But they don't need to know that.

The other heroes share a glace.

He knows they're not happy about the whole situation. He doesn't even want to imagine what they'd say if they knew he was lying.

Vaguely, he remembers about a conversation Robin and Superboy had. Something that Nightwing and Hood brought on. Something about Batman and his tendency of pulling children under his wing.

Suddenly, Billy becomes self conscious of the holes in his clothes, the dirt-stained jeans, his hair that he clearly cut himself, the bruises and scrapes under the fabric that the other heroes can't even see.

He must really look like something alright.

"Can we talk to the Captain, kid?" He's surprised that throughout all of this none of them had even asked his name.

"Yeah, sure." He yells the magic word, with a passing thought of not having well calculated having to pose as two separate people in their eyes now.

#Captain Marvel #dc Captain Marvel #shazam #billy Batson #justice league #ficlet #dc ficlet

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stariealyssa · 1 year

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2012 TMNT guys with a short and affectionate gn reader (crush or s/o is up to you :))

hello! thank you so much for requesting! also I apologize for being inactive- and our school assigned us too many projects- but anyways let's do it!

word count: 1101 words (I expect this to be bigger on numbers but guess not-)

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Headcanon for the short and affectionate gender-neutral reader...

2012! Leonardo/Leo

Your height from Leo’s you’re below his shoulders, so to sum it up-

You’re shorter than any of them. Yeah pretty annoying-

Leo would often tease you about the height differences, just a light tease btw.

‘Cuz he’s afraid of what consequences you would give him if he pissed you off.

Your tease nickname would be Shortie (kinda common) and Shortcake because it reminded him how sweet you were towards everybody. Even to your enemies-

One time he caught you trying to reach something on the kitchen cabinet, since its kinda high-

You were having trouble.

Leo couldn’t help but chuckle once you sighed defeatedly, you were about to grab a stool when he scooped you up and sat you by his shoulders.

Getting startled you exclaim, “Leo! What the heck?!” He chuckles, “Relax, shortcake, it’s just me.” He replies with a shrug. You playfully glared at him but nonetheless, you proceed to grab what you needed.

You were kind of conscious if Leo was getting tired by carrying you, but he assured me that he’s doing just fine, after all, he is a ninja.

You and Leo would hold hands every time, even walking through the sewers, walking to the dojo, watching Space Heroes, and yeah-

next we have cuddles

You would always command Leo to cuddle with you, he would slightly, but playfully rolls his eyes but does so nonetheless.

If he reads a book or comic, you would go up behind him and surprise him with a hug!

Leo always appreciate the affection you gave him, it made him feel more loved and wanted.

2012! Raphael/Raph

I think Raph is smaller than Leo by 2-3 inches?

But anyways same height as Leo, you’re also below Raph’s shoulder.

Raph would ACTUALLY tease you for being short, your tease nickname would be shortie also.

If ever you’re trying to reach something before you can even tiptoe Raph already sat you by his shoulders startling you.

“Raph! Will you stop scaring me?!” you exclaimed, “No can do, sweetheart.” He said with a hint of pride, you glared down at him... in a playful way, of course.

You just huffed and he gently puts you down, so you better expect him to do this every now and then.

Just like Leo has, your love language is physical affection. Let me tell you, every time you express your love to Raph.

This turtle is too stunned and flustered to even move a single centimeter.

When Raph needed a challenge, he would always ask you to be the added weight since he does feel challenged.

You would always say yes to him sweetly, it’s also your way of spending time with each other.

Once he’s doing push-ups with you sitting on his shell, you couldn’t help but compliment how strong Raph is.

This turtle’s confidence would boost through the roof!

When he’s doing sit-ups, you’ll be sitting by his foot, so every time he rises you would kiss him. He has a smirk plastered on his face throughout his workout session-

You would also demand cuddles if you ever feel like it.

It always made Raph flustered how you show your love to him, he keeps saying he’s very lucky to have you and you could say the same thing to him.

2012! Donatello/Donnie

Our beloved tech guy can easily get flustered with tiny bits of physical affection you gave him.

The height difference? He doesn’t actually mind it, he finds it very adorable.

He would sometimes find himself chuckling when he watches you struggle to reach something, he would walk over and tower your short self to help you grab what you needed.

Physical affection would be holding hands, snuggles to the cuddles, kisses here and there, hugs in the front and back, and yeah.

You’re probably the big spoon but he doesn’t really mind it, or he can also be the big spoon- whenever he feels like it though.

You can easily get touch starved (NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND-).

Donnie’s always the one who does the first move- ngl.

When it comes to PDA he’s like “I’ll just go with the flow”

BUT BOY WHEN U SHOWER HIM WITH ALL OF YOUR LOVE HE FEELS SPOILED-

He doesn’t REALLY mind, but again he’ll get more flustered than he was when April was around (the time before you guys dated, by the way).

He would also love to teach you how to use his bo staff if that’s the weapon you prefer, training is also another way of hanging out with each other.

He can’t help but feel proud whenever you successfully took him down despite being shorter than him.

And helping him in the lab is also another hangout, you would probably be the one reaching the tools Donnie tells you.

He would also teach you simple mechanical fixing, and he can help you with your homework.

I mean- he is the smartie among the brothers.

2012! Michelangelo/Mikey

Mikey is so down for your affection!

He’s so in love with you, and how you shower him with love.

Since Mikey is shorter than Raph, I guess you and him are the same height.

Since both of you are short, you two work together to reach high places. Mikey would carry you to sit on his shoulders while you grab the stuff you’ll need.

After he carefully set you down, there better be a high five. You guys would always do it don’t worry.

He loves having you sit on his shoulders because he always wants to see that smile of yours.

Skateboarding dates!!

You and Mikey would go to the surface in the middle of the night just to go to the skatepark, of course, while making sure there aren’t humans left.

If you don’t know how to skate, well worry not! He will teach you, but he’ll laugh every time you fall.

Don’t worry he’s the best skateboarding teacher you’ll meet.

If you know how, you two would always race to the park.

Love language? Holding hands, hugs, cuddles, surprise lifts, sitting on his shoulders, kisses, and yeahhh.

Every time you shower him with kisses, he would giggle like a girl and wraps you in a warm bear hug.

Both of you are total sweethearts if the brothers could describe it better; “The cutest, and sweet couples in the whole universe”.

You would always bring candies with you when going to the lair, especially gummy bears.

You two are the only ones who would snack on it every movie night.

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Oh my gosh! I finally finished this request. I know I apologized a lot but I’m truly sorry for being inactive lately, not because of school but because of my father’s expectations for me to be a clean freak daughter.

But yes anyways slow updates-

Don’t worry though your requests will be entertained soon!

stariealyssa out~!

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Eddie stirs into semi-wakefulness at the feeling of his hand being moved—he had been tracing slow, looping spiral patterns across Steve’s palm until he simply couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. He makes a small noise of bleary confusion, and he hears Steve whisper, “Shit, sorry, go back to sleep.”

“You okay?” he just about slurs. He pries his eyes open, sees what had woken him—Steve stretching out his arm.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just.” Steve gingerly places his elbow back down on the bed. “Twinges.”

Eddie blinks away sleep, and then he sees it, right in the crook of Steve’s arm: a dark bruise. There’s a sudden prickle on the back of his neck that tells him this isn’t from an IV.

Steve floating, one leg broken. An arm beginning to twist unnaturally at the elbow—

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie says, abruptly wide awake.

“It’s fine, Eddie,” Steve rushes to reassure. “Doctors said it was like… psycho… psycho-something, ‘cause I guess the whole, um, you know, it didn’t technically happen so—”

“Well, fuck what they said,” Eddie says, “I’m literally looking at proof that something happened.”

Steve’s lips tilt upwards into something that’s almost a smile, and Eddie again feels a rush of anger on his behalf: that, when left alone, he’s just accepted whatever dismissive explanation the doctors have given because it’s easier. Even the now expected half shrug he gives seems to say, Don’t fuss.

Eddie’s fingers twitch unconsciously, brushing against Steve’s forearm; he immediately draws back, not wanting to get too close to the bruise.

“It’s okay,” Steve says. “You—you can touch it, if you want.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you, man.”

“You won’t.” Another shrug—this one has a more self-conscious air. “Might help, honestly. It’s like a… cold sorta ache.”

Eddie returns his hand to the bed. His fingers barely skim the bruise at first, but when Steve doesn’t flinch, he resumes his touch, lingers. The bruise is slightly raised in the middle, where there’s a vein, and Eddie can feel a strange chill from it; makes him think of taking the plunge at Lover’s Lake, emerging into a nightmare.

Steve relaxes by degrees, exhales slowly. “Yeah, that’s… good. You’re warm.”

Eddie yawns; the repetitive movement is starting to lull him again. “What time s’it?”

Steve winces. “Too early.”

Eddie raises his head slightly, squints at the clock. It’s just gone 3AM. “Ouch.” He settles back, catches Steve’s eye and smiles against the cushion. “Guess I’m gonna have to bore you to sleep, Harrington.”

Steve scoffs. “By talking? Think that’s impossible.”

“Well, I’ve not chosen the topic yet.”

Steve smiles, slow and sweet. There’s a pink mark on his cheek from where he’s leant more into the pillow. “You’d make it interesting.”

Eddie chuckles, feels, for just a moment, unaccountably warm. “Okay, then you talk.”

Steve snorts. “Wow. You saying I’m boring?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eddie says, and it’s meant to come out teasing, but the early hour of the morning seems to soften it, makes it sincere. “Just meant I already know what you should talk about.”

“Oh?”

“Recite all the movie musicals you own.”

Steve laughs. “Those shitheads,” he says, so fondly. “I can’t believe they found those.”

“Sounds like there’s a story there.”

“Hmm, not really. Just some tapes left from my grandparents.” His eyes drift down for a few seconds in silent, distant melancholy, then he adds, “Both sets. Seemed like a waste to get rid of them, so I…” He sighs, laughs a little. “Starting at Family Video reminded me of them again. Me and Rob got through a few before… oh. We were gonna have a marathon at Spring break. Guess we got a little busy.”

“Sorry.”

Steve waves him off, hand barely lifting from the bed. “Don’t be. Kinda par for the course for me, at least.”

“What’s your favourite?”

“Huh?”

“Musical.”

“Oh.” Steve grins. “You gotta guess.”

“What is this, a test?”

“Yup. You get it wrong and a trap door opens underneath you.”

Eddie laughs again. “Careful, Harrington, you sound like a DM.”

“You sound like you’re avoiding taking a guess.”

“Uh, I can’t just jump in, I’ve gotta…” Eddie makes a show of leaning forward to scrutinise Steve.

“Are you analysing me? I’m not that complicated, dude.”

“…Grease,” Eddie says eventually, and Steve laughs through a yawn.

“Nope. Why’d you pick that one?”

“Mostly the hair.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Steve says, rolling his eyes; but he’s smiling, too.

“C’mon, put me out my misery.”

“The Sound of Music.” Steve’s smile turns more thoughtful. “Not even cause of the music, more—Robin put it on one night, and she started laughing, said I had my own little gang of von Trapps.”

Eddie grins. “Yeah, I can see it.”

He resumes his gentle strokes across Steve’s bruise—watches as Steve’s eyes close, feels it when his arm goes slack. He thinks that Steve has fallen asleep until the question is asked.

“Have you… done this before?” Steve opens his eyes, as if sensing Eddie’s confusion. “Like, when I was… when I wasn’t…”

It takes a couple of seconds for it to click. “Oh. Oh, yeah, I…” Eddie trails off, feeling suddenly vulnerable. “You looked, um… in pain, so I…”

It feels like a much bigger thing now that Steve is awake and looking right at him, but Eddie gathers himself, raises his hand to demonstrate.

His fingertips brush across Steve’s forehead, lightly moving stray strands of hair. Steve’s eyes close again—only momentarily, like he’s taking it all in.

“Yeah, that was… I could feel you.” There’s a sudden fragility in his eyes. “It—it helped. Thanks.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“No, I… seriously, it… I was trying to… remind myself what it felt like to… to feel things, you know? Like, physically, that I could—that I was still…” He drifts into a silence that Eddie doesn’t dare break before continuing. “I was talking to Nance ‘bout Christmas from a few years ago; I was wearing this stupid sweater that itched, but thank God it did. I remember holding Holly, the weight of her, just…” He draws his non-bruised arm briefly to his chest. “And…” His eyes widen in sudden realisation. “Oh, that’s right, you were—you were talking, weren’t you, while you were playing guitar?”

Eddie’s heart constricts at the reminder. “Yeah, sure was.”

“With Robin, too, right?” At Eddie’s nod, Steve begins to smile again. “Yeah, I could—I could hear you. Thought I was in Scoops at one point.”

Eddie laughs. “Yeah, me too.”

“Don’t tell Robin, but the Material Girl routine? Totally knew she could see me the whole time.”

Eddie is about to crack a joke about how the secret’s safe with him, but then he sees Steve’s smile slowly fade away.

“What is it?” he asks quietly.

Steve shakes his head—not in answer, looks more like he’s grounding himself. “Just… remembering some…” His eyes move to the door before returning to Eddie. “You said you heard my song on the radio?”

Eddie nods.

“Yeah, I—it was faint, but I could still… It’s just… wherever I was, it was just—not just dark, but there was… nothing, and I couldn’t feel or see or… and before—before you… I thought oh, this is it, this is all there’s…” Steve swallows, voice growing thick. “S’just funny what comes back to… I kept thinking, just… little things, like how I left some of the tapes a mess at work, or how I was never gonna give anyone a ride home anymore, or even just—driving with the radio full blast. Still. Now I can—well, gotta wait a little while, with the cast, but—”

“I’ll drive you,” Eddie says suddenly, and he can’t stop himself from adding, “Any time. Anywhere you wanna… just—just say when.”

Steve’s mouth parts. His hand drifts up, and he blinks, and it’s only then that Eddie notices one subtle tear clinging to his eyelashes.

The moment stretches until Eddie’s vision becomes hazy at the corners, exhaustion muffling the emotion like a blanket.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Steve says eventually.

“Good,” Eddie says, or thinks he says—his eyes have drifted shut of their own accord.

“Night, Eddie.”

“S’morning.”

“Ha. You always need the last word?”

“Mm-hmm. S’an… affliction.”

“Good morning, then.”

Eddie feels Steve’s fingers curl against his palm; sinking down into sleep, he’s too tired to figure out if Steve’s spelling anything at all—but he thinks, even if it’s a nonsense pattern, the meaning is the same.

I’m here. I’m here with you. I’m right here.

#the self sacrificial steve agenda #steddie fic #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

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