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astrxq · 11 months

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heyy so i had this spiderman!ethan idea for daysss now, i absolutely love your writing, i don't know if i already sent this to you or not. if i did im sorry😭😭

reader and ethan having huge crushes on eachother

ethan is so oblivious and clueless, he believes a girl like her would never like him

reader tries really hard to get his attention and send him hints that she wants him but in vain. she ends up thinking he doesn't feel the same.

until spiderman comes to rescue her one day, they talk, and from this day spiderman takes the habit to give her a visit or two once in a week.

they begin to form a friendship of some sort, ethan behind his mask is so happy he can finally talk to her without getting nervous, he's confident with his suit on and flirts with her.

she is flattered but her mind keeps going back to ethan.

one day ethan as spiderman decides to make a move on her, she hesitates and ends up stopping him, confessing that her heart is already taken by the landry boy.

ethan still hidden behind his mask is shocked, confused but oh so happy to hear her say those words.

for a moment they stop talking, reader is worried thinking she hurt his feelings, but ethan is debating inside on whether he should take his mask off or not.

"fuck it", he takes it off revealing himself, she is completely astonished, but without a word he cups her face and gently kisses her.

a study date?

spiderman!ethan x fem!reader

words: 4.3k

notes: spiderman ethan is my favorite thing ever

Liking Ethan Landry was a nightmare. Every single interaction with the boy left you unsure of whether he liked you or not. His shy persona left you searching for answers, desperately seeking signs that might show the truth of his intentions.

The way he stumbled over his words, the fleeting glances he stole when he thought you weren't looking, and the gentle blush that painted his cheeks made you question if he liked you back, or if he was just very awkward. Probably the second one, right?

You found yourself analyzing every interaction, parsing every word and gesture for hidden meanings. You pondered the countless possibilities, teetering on the precipice of hoping that your feelings were reciprocated. But it all came back to him not feeling the same way.

Mindy's rant about the horror movie she had watched the night before shook you away from your thoughts, your eyes fleeting up to your friend as she moved her hands around in excitement while you all listened to her. From the corner of your eye, you could see Ethan's leg bouncing up and down right next to Chad.

"I mean, the jump scares were insane! I practically jumped out of my skin." You forced a smile, trying to feign interest in Mindy's movie review while your mind kept drifting back to Ethan. It seemed like an endless loop, your thoughts consumed by him. You wanted so desperately to know what was going on in his head, but his quiet nature only added to your confusion.

Tara bumped her elbow into yours, earning your attention. "You okay?" She raised her brows as she whispered to you, quietly enough for the others to still be focusing on Mindy's monologue.

You hummed, nodding your head at her with a forced smile. It's not like you hadn't tried to hint that you liked Ethan, but his responses were always confusing, leaving you in a constant state of uncertainty.

As the group chatted and laughed, you couldn't help but steal glances at Ethan. His eyes were fixed on Mindy, seemingly engrossed in her storytelling. The questions swirled in your mind. You must have looked at Ethan for too long because Tara let out a small, quiet chuckle.

She leaned in closer, her voice still barely audible. "Sometimes guys are just clueless." You shrugged before uncomfortably shifting on the couch. "Maybe he just doesn't like me, I don't know," you started.

"It just feels like... sometimes, he does?" Tara nodded, understanding before setting her hand on yours, squeezing it just a bit. "I get it," she replied softly. "But trust me, guys can be really clueless sometimes. They might not even realize that their actions are sending mixed signals. And you have been giving hints."

You sighed, leaning back against the couch. "Yeah, maybe I'm just overanalyzing it. But this is driving me crazy." Mindy finished her rambling once Anika raised her hand to ask a question, changing the subject. Tara glanced at Mindy and Anika, then turned her attention back to you with a soft smile.

"Maybe be more direct with him? Ask him out?"

"I have! He just always invites Chad along." Tara raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, have you considered that maybe Ethan is just too nervous to go on a date with you alone?"

You groaned, frustration evident in your voice. "I don't know, Tara. It's like he's intentionally avoiding being alone with me. Every time I suggest something, he finds a way to include Chad or someone else in our plans. He's definitely not interested."

Tara tilted her head, contemplating your words. "Or maybe he's afraid of making things awkward between you two. Some guys just have a hard time expressing their feelings, especially when they really like someone."

You sighed, "Please don't feed into my delusions, Tara." She chuckled and squeezed your hand reassuringly. "I'm not trying to feed into your delusions, I promise. But maybe Ethan is just as confused as you are."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "I doubt that. I've been very obvious about it." Tara smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Obvious, huh? Maybe he's just blind, then."

You glared at her playfully. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Alright, maybe you're the blind one." She motioned towards where he sat with her head with a smirk, making your eyes trail to where she was pointing, catching the boy staring. Ethan gulped a bit before looking away, down to his lap. "See?"

"Maybe he heard us talk about him," you panicked, looking at Tara for help, "or... he was just staring at you," she said, raising her eyebrows in amusement at your nervousness. "I don't know, Tara, I'm getting tired of wondering if he likes me or not all the time."

"Come on, don't give up. I'm sure he likes you." Tara's words offered a glimmer of hope amidst your frustration. You let out a sigh, contemplating her reassurance. "You really think so?"

She nodded, her eyes filled with sincerity. "Absolutely. I've seen the way he looks at you when he thinks no one's watching. There's something there, trust me."

You couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in your chest at Tara's words. Maybe there was a chance, after all. "But what do I do? I've tried dropping hints, and it hasn't really worked."

Tara leaned in closer, her voice laced with mischief. "Well, if subtle hints aren't getting through to him, then maybe it's time to be more direct. Take matters into your own hands."

Your eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty. "You mean… like, confessing my feelings to him?" She snorted, "Yeah, sure. You'd kill yourself before doing that. Just ask him out, make sure you make it very, veeery obvious that you want it to be just the two of you. No Chad."

You chuckled nervously at Tara's teasing remark. "Okay, fine. I'll ask him out and make it crystal clear that it's just the two of us. No Chad in sight. I can do that, right?"

Tara grinned mischievously. "Absolutely! You got this." As she spoke, Mindy and Anika had finished their conversation, and the group's attention had shifted to different conversations, Chad and Ethan deep into a talk about some video game they'd bought for their dorm. The girls' attention shifted back to you and Tara. Mindy, noticing the seriousness on your face, chimed in, "What's going on?"

"Y/N's gonna ask Ethan out," Tara whispered back, and Anika looked just as confused as Mindy. "Again?" they both said. "See?" you turned to Tara, an 'I told you so' look on your face.

Tara shrugged, a smirk still playing on her lips. "This time, she's gonna make it crystal clear. No room for misinterpretation."

Anika leaned closer, her eyes widening with excitement. "Oh my god, this is getting interesting! How are you gonna ask him?"

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix

of nervousness and determination. "I have no idea. Maybe a study date?" Tara made a gagging sound, "Nerds."

"There's no way he will think that's a date. He's very stupid with girls, we've gone over this," Mindy added. "Make it obvious." She shifted so her hand was atop her girlfriend's, lacing their fingers together. "A study date is a good idea, I think," Anika added.

Mindy raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming on her face. "And how exactly are you going to make it obvious so it doesn't look like a regular study session?"

You glanced at Tara, who couldn't hold back her laughter. "Oh, it's gonna be fun. Just... flirt a little, touch his arm, eye contact..."

Anika clapped her hands, unable to contain her excitement. "Yes! I can already imagine it. The two of you, it's like a romcom!" You blushed at the thought of turning your study date into a romantic movie-worthy moment.

"I don't know if I can pull that off," you admitted, feeling a surge of nerves build up inside of you. Anika nudged your shoulder with her hand, smiling at you. "Don't say that! You got this. And if he's as clueless as you think, maybe you'll have to go in for the kiss."

You covered your face with your hands, feeling it heating up. "Oh god. No, no, no."

"You don't wanna kiss him?" she asked, "Of course I do! Just- don't say that."

"Say what? That you wanna kiss the guy you have a crush on?" Mindy chimed in, holding back a laugh at your very obvious embarrassment. "Please stop it, I'll explode, I can feel it."

"That'd be fun to see," Chad said, having moved from his spot on the couch to standing behind you, his hands leaning on the back of the couch, Ethan next to him. "Why are you exploding?"

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you tried to collect yourself. "Uh, no reason, Chad. Just… figurative exploding, you know?" You stammered, hoping to divert the conversation away from your crush on Ethan. But just as you seemed to focus on Chad, Ethan spoke. "What's wrong?"

You glanced at Tara, silently pleading for help. She chimed in, saving you from further embarrassment. "Oh, it's nothing, just some inside joke. Don't worry about it, Ethan."

Chad, ever the teasing friend, leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Come on, are we missing any gossip? You know I love gossip, don't do this to me." He pretended to beg as he nudged Ethan playfully.

Ethan's cheeks turned a shade of pink as he shrugged, his eyes briefly meeting yours before he looked away. "I… I don't know. They were talking about… exploding?"

"Y/N's just been struggling with a business assignment, that's it," Anika said, winking your way as she tried to ease in the study date idea. "Oh, I can help you with that if you want," Ethan said, his hand slightly fidgeting with one of the couch pillows nervously as Chad grinned from next to him.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of hope as Ethan offered to help you with your assignment. Maybe this was your chance to spend some quality time together and make your intentions clear. You took a deep breath, gathering your courage.

"That would be amazing, Ethan," you replied, a hint of excitement in your voice. "I could really use some help." You smiled, and Ethan lingered for a second before asking, "Uh, you could come by our dorm tomorrow? Chad needs my help with biology anyway."

You could scream, you could actually feel that fake explosion building up inside of you. Trying to hide your disappointment, you nodded eagerly. "Yeah, that sounds great! I could definitely use your help, and it'll be nice to hang out with you guys."

You swore you heard Mindy groan, and you felt her eyeroll from the back of your head. Ethan blushed, his eyes avoiding yours for a moment before he managed to speak up again. "Yeah, it'll be fun. We can order some pizza too," he suggested, a nervous smile playing on his lips.

You chuckled nervously, glancing at Tara for a supportive look. She gave you an encouraging nod, silently telling you to make your move during the study session. "Pizza sounds nice." You tried your best to make your voice sound cheerful, seeing the way Chad looked at Ethan before shaking his head a bit.

"I can just... ask someone from my class for help," Chad trailed off, "It will be more productive if we just do it all at once, right?" Ethan said, widening his eyes, as if trying to communicate with Chad, trying to tell him that he needed him there so he wouldn't freak out. But you felt your chest heave at the thought of Ethan wanting Chad to be there so badly.

Anika quickly changed the subject, talking about how her parents were going to be in town for the week. And you felt Chad give your shoulder a small reassuring tap before following behind Ethan to sit down on their old spot.

Chad kept tapping on the table with his pencil as you bounced your leg up and down, waiting for Ethan to appear. He'd agreed to meet up at seven; he had even texted you earlier to confirm the time. But now, it was almost thirty minutes past, and there was still no sign of Ethan.

You tried to hide your disappointment, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Chad noticed your unease and leaned in, whispering, "He's probably just caught up with something. Don't worry; he'll be here soon."

"Yeah, probably," you hummed, deciding to start the assignment on your own. A few minutes went by, and Ethan was still nowhere in sight. Chad, sensing your growing impatience, glanced at his phone and let out a small sigh.

"I'll shoot him a text, see what's taking him so long," he offered, his fingers quickly typing a message to Ethan. You appreciated his gesture and continued to fiddle with your pen, trying to focus on the assignment, but your mind kept wandering back to Ethan's absence.

After what felt like an eternity, Chad finally looked up from his phone with a perplexed expression. "He's not answering," he revealed, his brows furrowing. "That's weird. Ethan always has his phone glued to his hand."

"Maybe he just forgot," you murmured. "Are you any good at biology?" he asked, biting the inside of his cheek as he looked over his homework once again. "Because I'm not getting this." You shook your head but still reached for the paper in his hands, reading it over before pointing at one of the questions.

You smiled, grateful for the distraction and the opportunity to help Chad with the assignment. "Actually, I think I can help you with this one. It's a bit tricky, but let me break it down for you." You began explaining the concept, your focus shifting from Ethan's absence to the task at hand. Chad listened intently, nodding along as you explained.

An hour ticked by, and Ethan was still nowhere in sight. Your initial anticipation had turned into frustration and a tinge of hurt. You couldn't help but feel disappointed by his absence, wondering what could have possibly kept him from showing up.

"He does this sometimes," Chad explained, "he'll disappear for a few hours and come back late." You hummed once again, checking the time. "I think I'll get going." You stood up, gathering your things as Chad grabbed your papers. "Thanks for helping me, Y/N."

You sent a small smile his way before he offered to walk you to the door. "You like him a lot, huh?" he asked, teasing. You felt your cheeks burn, and you chuckled before pushing him gently. "Shut up." You turned to leave, a huge smile playing on your lips as you heard Chad laugh from behind you.

On the walk back to yours and Tara's dorm, you heard people yelling from afar. Curiosity piqued, you picked up your pace to check what was going on. From a distance, you could see a group of teenagers, all wearing masks that covered their faces, and a woman clutching her grocery bags with some items on the floor.

In front of her stood a guy dressed in spandex. You carefully took some steps closer, quickly recognizing the masked hero from the news you'd seen many times. They called him "Spider-Man," and you'd heard Chad geek out about him too many times.

You couldn't resist getting closer, wanting to catch a better glimpse of Spider-Man. You moved closer when the group of teens scattered around, leaving the hero with the woman. Once you were close enough, you picked up some of the food containers that had been dropped to the floor. "Thanks, honey," the lady said.

Spider-Man looked up, his big white bug eyes fixating on yours. He cleared his throat and messily handed the woman her groceries before fully standing up. "Thank you," he said, his voice clearly deeper as he tried to make it unrecognizable to you.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as you stood face to face with Spider-Man, the legendary hero you had heard so much about. His presence was both thrilling and intimidating, and you couldn't believe that you were actually interacting with him.

"You're welcome," you managed to say, a mix of awe and disbelief in your voice. "It's amazing to see you in action, Spider-Man."

Spider-Man chuckled behind his mask, a sound that was both lighthearted and reassuring. "Well, it's all in a day's work. Just doing my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man duty," he replied, Ethan's voice still poorly disguised by the mask and his attempt to deepen it.

Soon enough, all the containers were back in the woman's bags, and some of the streetlights had turned off due to the lateness of the hour. You started to make your way back home, holding onto your bag that hung on your shoulder, still thinking about Ethan.

You almost jumped when the hero dropped to the floor in front of you, his bug eyes widening a bit. "Would you like me to walk you back?" you blinked, momentarily taken aback by the offer.

"Oh, um, that's really nice of you, but it's not necessary," you replied, a hint of uncertainty in your voice. Spider-Man tilted his head, his masked face unreadable. "Are you sure? It's late, and you never know what might be lurking around."

You glanced around the dimly lit street, feeling a chill run down your spine. The idea of walking home alone suddenly seemed less appealing. "Well, if you insist," you said, mustering a smile. "I would appreciate the company."

As you walked side by side, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. You stole glances at Spider-Man, trying to catch a glimpse of the person behind the mask, but his identity remained a mystery.

"So," Spider-Man began, breaking the silence, "how did you end up at that scene earlier? It's not often I see civilians lending a hand."

You chuckled, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "I just left my friend's dorm a few minutes ago; I was just walking by." He hummed and seemed to think for a second, a small "shit" leaving his lips once he realized he'd practically stood you up.

"This late?" he tried to seem nonchalant. "Well, it's a funny story," you said, trying to brush off the situation. "I was actually supposed to meet someone there, but he never showed up."

"I'm sorry that happened. He must be an idiot."

"He isn't. He's very sweet," you said, chuckling a bit at the thought of Ethan, "it's just... I thought he liked me, I don't know." Spider-Man nodded, his mask concealing any hint of surprise. "I think he's an idiot if he doesn't." He adjusted his web shooters, feeling guilty for hurting your feelings.

You glanced at Spider-Man, who had unknowingly taken the place of Ethan in your evening plans. His words brought a small smile to your face, appreciating the support from a stranger. "That's really kind of you to say."

Spider-Man scratched the back of his head through his mask, a gesture that seemed strangely familiar. "Well, sometimes guys can be clueless."

You nodded, feeling a mixture of validation and disappointment. "Yeah, you're right. It's just… confusing. Sometimes it feels like he does like me, and then..." you trailed off, "God, I don't even know why I'm telling you this, sorry."

Ethan chuckled softly, the sound muffled by his mask. "No need to apologize. Sometimes it's easier to talk to a stranger about these things. I guess that's the advantage of the mask," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

You couldn't help but smile, "Yeah, I guess. It's just frustrating, you know? Mixed signals and all that." He nodded again, slightly frowning under his mask.

As the two of you walked, the tension in your shoulders seemed to ease a bit. You felt comfortable with Spider-Man, as weird as it sounded, even if his true identity remained a mystery.

You approached your dorm building, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that your time with Spider-Man was coming to an end. He reminded you of Ethan; their mannerisms were very similar. But the thought of them being the same person didn't come to mind as you talked.

"Well, this is me," you said, gesturing toward the building. "Thank you so much for walking me back. It was really nice talking to you, Spider-Man."

Spider-Man nodded, "The pleasure was all mine, Y/N. Stay safe." He made a salute sign with his fingers, letting out an awkward laugh as he embarrassedly walked away.

Ethan sighed once again, adjusting his mask as he stood in front of your dorm's door. He was nervous that you'd hate him for showing up at your door dressed as Spider-Man and about to reveal his biggest secret to you. He had been standing there for about five minutes, overthinking it.

When he knocked, though, Tara opened the door with a confused look on her face. "What the..."

"Is Y/N here?" he asked, trying his best to deepen his voice. Tara's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the masked hero standing at the door. She glanced back at you and called out your name. "Y/N, Spider-Man is here to see you."

You looked up from your laptop, confusion evident on your face. Putting it away, you walked towards the door, your gaze shifting from Tara to Spider-Man. As you approached, you noticed nervousness in the masked hero's posture. "What are you doing here?" you said, your voice laced with surprise.

Tara moved out of the way, staring attentively at the stranger at the door. Ethan grew more nervous under her gaze. He turned to face her and then back to you. "Uh... I was hoping we could talk? Alone?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, and Tara walked out of the dorm, her eyes still wide. "Chad is gonna freak out," she mouthed to you before closing the door, leaving you and Ethan alone in the dorm room.

"What's going on?" you asked, confusion evident on your face. "That guy... you like him, right?"

His question made you stop and think, not really understanding. "Uh, yes. Sorry, why are you here exactly?" Ethan took a deep breath, the nerves apparent in his voice as he began to speak. "I... I wanted to apologize for not showing up last week. It was completely my fault, and I understand if you're upset with me. I can't make any excuses for my behavior."

"What?"

Only then did Ethan realize he messed up the order of the plan he'd practiced hidden in his dorm's bathroom. He was supposed to take the mask off first. "Oh, uhm," he reached for the hem of his mask, struggling.

With a slightly awkward tug, Ethan managed to remove the mask, revealing his familiar face. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he looked at you, his eyes filled with both apprehension and hope. You stood there, stunned, as you processed the revelation. The pieces started falling into place, connecting the dots between Ethan's absence, Chad's mention of him disappearing, and the familiar mannerisms you noticed while walking with Spider-Man.

"You're Spider-Man," you stated, trying to process it. "I'm so sorry I stood you up. I lost track of time. And—" you cut him off, waving your hand up to shut him up. "I'm sorry, you're Spider-Man?"

"Yes? Yes," he said, stumbling over his words at your slight rejection of his apology. "But... I wanted to hang out with you, I just... forgot. I'm sorry." You were baffled at how quickly he'd moved on from the fact that he was the masked hero of New York.

He sighed, "I really like you." He nodded to himself, slightly smiling at the fact that he'd finally gotten the courage to confess. You stayed silent, overwhelmed by the amount of confessions Ethan had just dropped on you.

"I... I need to sit down."

He raised his eyebrows, pulling out one of the chairs at the lunch table for you to sit on, then another one for him. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "The guy I've been crushing on turns out to be a superhero. It's like something out of a movie."

Ethan's smile grew wider, relief washing over his features. "I understand if you're upset." You took a deep breath, letting the initial disappointment fade away. "I was."

"I won't tell anybody," you promised, reaching for his hand on his knee, your legs bumping into each other's.

His hand nervously reached out from under yours, gently cupping your cheek. His touch was warm and tender, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You could feel the electricity in the air, the undeniable connection between the two of you.

The kiss was hesitant at first, as if both of you were exploring unfamiliar territory. But as the seconds passed, it deepened, growing more passionate and fervent. Ethan's hand on your cheek caressed your skin, his touch sending sparks through your entire body. Your hands instinctively found their way to his chest, holding onto him as if afraid to let go.

Tara's knocking on the door made you pull back, her voice loud through the door. "Can I come in? I think they're throwing a party across the hall, and I don't wanna be here right now." You jumped to stand up.

Ethan widened his eyes, pulling his curly head inside of the mask again before standing up to hug you and quickly pulling at your window, waving at you right as you nervously opened the door for Tara.

#ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fluff #spiderman!ethan landry #jack champion x reader #jack champion #scream 6 #scream movie #ethan landry x you #spiderman x reader

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desolatespring · 9 months

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hnngh chrollos lap

Oh my God you read my mind. I’ve thinking about this for daysss now.

CW: afab reader, (very light) yandere themes, thigh riding, mentions of bondage but nothing overly explicit, generally NSFW so 18+

It would start off so innocent. He’d either turn on a movie or flip to his favorite excerpt from whatever he’s currently reading while he has you sitting on him. His fingers would be absentmindedly playing with you hair, the hem of your shirt, and wherever else they can reach; if it’s in his immediate vicinity it’s fair game.

The first few times he does this his touches would never be too invasive. But as you get more accustomed to it he’d up the ante.

One night as you’re getting ready for bed your favorite pjs magically disappear. The only thing left in your drawer is some thigh highs, panties, and one of his shirts. Asshole. Knowing you couldn’t truly relax in your day wear you begrudgingly get changed; it beats being naked (not that he’d mind).

Your annoyance is clear as you purposely sit on the far end of couch away from him. Despite the evident disapproval he just smirks while pulling you onto his lap. Anytime you’d try getting up the book in his hand was replaced with Skill Hunter and he’d casually read off pages to you. Usually ones related to conjuring ropes, ones that manipulate your muscles into moving however he’d like, you get the picture: poorly disguised threats. The odds of him actually carrying though on this are slim to none though. He’d much rather play mind games and break you on his own volition.

The longer you’re sitting on him the bolder he gets. His hands will dance along you waist, occasionally slipping down to the waistband of your panties and snapping them against your skin. They’ll creep to the edge of your stockings and firmly massage your thighs. When he feels satisfied at the way your breath begins to hitch and you not so discreetly adjust yourself on top of him he’ll turn you around and maneuver you so you’re now straddling his thigh. He’ll grip your hips and help you grind yourself against his leg, smirking when he purposely tenses his muscles to watch how your body jolts.

When he feels confident you won’t stop, his hands leave your hips, opting for you cheat instead. He’ll gently massage it and pinch your nipples whenever you move too slow for his liking.

When you finally get yourself off he’ll throw some taunting remarks your way. Generally things along the lines of “if I knew you liked it so much I would’ve used the ropes. Maybe next time,” “look at the mess you’ve made, now I’m going to have to change,” etc.

#chrollo #chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo #yan chrollo #chrollo smut #asks

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morthstaar · 11 months

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Anon: Can I request some dominant medic nsfw with a reader who is AFAB?

DOMINANT MEDIC HEADCANNONS AND A LIL SHORT STORY (NSFW)

Wooowwie, where to start?

Medic is definitely a switch, but I think he is more Dom leaning.

He loves roleplaying patient/insane doctor which consists of tying you down to the gurney and him absolutely overstimulating you to tears.

Speaking of tears, HE HAS A THING FOR CRYINNGG

HAS A DUMBIFICATION KINK.

He likes to pleasure you to no end to the point where you can’t even speak a coherent sentence, and he is so damn proud that he is still mentally intact unlike you.

“ Oh hoho! My Liebling, you are trembling so much! Do I make you feel that good? Hm? What was that? I can’t understand you when you are slurring your words!! “

He also really likes to bite. When he is on top of you, pounding you into oblivion, he leans down and licks your neck before biting it and creating marks that will be there for daysss.

Choking. Soft slapping. Degradation. He likes it all.

Man handling bro.. he uses his strength to his advantage so he can just pick you up and absolutely fuck you against a wall.

SIZE KINK. HE IS BIG, AND HE LIKES THAT YOU ARE SMALLER THAN HIM.

HE LIKES BUILDING UP TO THE MOMENT AND THEN LEAVING YOU DESPERATE HEHEAHAH EVIIL.

Loves when you are all a mess for him. It fuels his god-complex

lil story for y’all horny asses

Medic couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help his urges when you, his girlfriend,are just sitting there biting your lip in concentration as you fill out papers he gave you. You are just,, so delicious and ripe for the picking. He couldn’t help that every time you looked at him, something is his pants seemed to perk up in interest and intrigue.

It wasn’t really surprising when he suddenly got up from his desk and advanced towards you in long strides. He had turned your swivel chair to face him. His arms were trapping you in, and your faces were so close. You could see the arousal and lust in his eyes. His pupils were dead set on your lips. Your,, plump and bitable lips.

“ Mein Taube, do you have any idea what you do to me? “

And with that said, he very roughly put his lips on yours. He removed his hands from the back of your chair to pick you up and set you on the desk. He pushed loose papers out the way so he can set you flat on his work table. He moved his right hand to your throat and simply squeezed so the airflow was stopped for a second. The heat between your legs heightened. The sounds that came out of your mouth were soft whines and moans. You loved that he was rough with you.

“ The sounds you make,, they are just delicious. Do you like when I am dominating you, dear? I know you do. “

His other hand went to the button on your work pants. With ease, he unbuttoned and slipped the article of clothing off your body. His fingers trailed down to your underwear and slowly began to trace the outline of your wet slit. His fingers were barely touching you but it felt like heaven. Medic began to make his way into your underwear and made a b-line for your clit. He did an experimental rub to see what kind of reaction you would make. It did not disappoint.

You arched your back and closed your eyes as you felt him rub your sensitive spot. The moans coming out of your mouth were absolutely filthy.

When he gets you right to the edge, he completely stops.

“ I’m not letting you cum until I have had my fun. “

#team fortess 2 #tf2 medic x reader #medic x reader #tf2 medic #tf2 x you #team fortress 2 x reader

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zoe-is-amazingg · 1 year

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A Bullet to the ♥ Pt 2

A bullet to the heart Part two ♥

Ethan Landry X Reader !!!Spoilers if you haven't watched Scream VI!!! W/C - 1.5 K Summary - The one where the flashbacks are getting so servere you think your seeing Ethan in mirrors. Warnings - Blood and gore, drugs

use, vivid dreaming, angst for daysss, man in the mirror type of shit, first person, mentions of sex,, swearing, character touching herself, first person POV, a tiny bit of fluff

some characters from other shows fed into this, Jeremaih is from T.S.I.T.P! Part uno right here

MINORS DNI !!!

It's been two months, two months since I shot him, right in the chest. Two months since I shot him to death, he could've lived, I could've ran up to him and made him stop, but I didn't, I shot him, right in the fucking chest, the chest that I've buried my head up against, a chest that I've kissed, a chest that I've cried on.

It was all my fault too! I'm at fault! I would rather it had been me, but here's the thing, I know that if I hadn't shot him, Kirby would've. I'm so at fault for all of this shit, the tears, the blood, the cutting. It was a bullet right too the heart, it affected me so much, I've barely even left the house in these two months.

I can't deal with this pain anymore, I mean, as much as He would want me too, I just can't. I've tried to go to therapy, but what would I say? 'Oh, I shot my boyfriend while he was in a Ghost face mask, trying to kill my best friends.'

The guilt has been consuming, waking up with a nightmare every night for the past two months. There usually the same. I'm in the wired warehouse with Ethan in my arms, screaming out his name and not in the way I did before I knew his last name wasn't even Landry.

I'm surprised I even made it out of there alive, I just wished he went out of there with me. I loved him, well, in-love with what he meant for me to see. The way he would play with my panties in the middle of class, the way he would grab my hair and kiss my neck.

He would always cradle my cheek, he was very clingy. He was always holding my hand or touching some part of my body in some way. He was a lost puppy when he wasn't around me. Mindy found us a tiny bit gross.

I go into my bathroom and strip the clothes of my body. I turn the tap on and put myself under the water. I run shampoo through my hair and this voice rings in my ear. "Forgetting about me already?" The voice sounds a lot like… "Ethan? How the hell can I hear you?" I mutter, I out conditioner in my hand and rub it through my hair. "Remember when we fucked the time before I died and you were screaming out my name?" He asks and I shake my head. "Come on, you were so horny and you rode me so fast."

"I don-""Come on, lower that hand down there, I would be sad if you didnt." He whispers. I trail my hand between my legs and put pressure on my clit. "Good girl." I moan out as I rub my clit in circular movements. "Ethan." I moan out lightly.

"Just remember that I love you." He says. I rub it faster and I realize that my own fingers won't be enough for me to ride my high. Then the thought comes in that I'm insane for thinking that he's talking to me. I turn off the tap and I wrap a towel around my body. "Your not real, your not alive." I mutter to myself. I look into the mirror and see him standing behind me. I turnaround and see that no ones behind me.

"I'm more real then what's his name?" He mutters. I shake my head. That was one of the one times that I left the house. Tara set me up with Jeremiah, a golden retriever type boy with blonde curly hair. I kissed him and he kissed me back and I moaned his name, not Jeremiahs, Ethans. "Jeremiah, that's right?"

"Go away." I mutter. I sigh loudly. "Don't lie, you loved thinking that it was me. Kissing him, grabbing his curly, blonde hair, but imagining they were mine. Imagine if he put his dick in? What if-""Shut up!!" I yell. I punch the mirror and it shatters. I scream, pull my hair and cry lightly.

I didn't need to see him in crazy dreams or if I'm going crazy, I still miss him every second of everyday. I get dressed and ready and call Sam

"Hey." "Hi." "How are you going at the moment?" "Uh, fine. Why are you calling me?" "Can I come over? I get you guys are going through stuff, but this is very important." I mutter and I hear her nodding. "Yeah….yeah, sure?" She sounds confused. "Great! I'll be there in a bit." I say and I hang up.

I get into my car and look in my side mirror. "Hey, Y/n, You can't get rid of me that easily." He smirks. His face was covered in blood this time and his chest had a bullet hole. I press harder on the gas and push the thought of him back in my mind.

I arrive at Sam's apartment and knock at the door. Chad opens it and I raise my eyebrows. "Hooking up with Tara?" I smirk. "No, Sam's in her room." Chad mutters. I pushed past him and walked into Sam's room.

"What's so important that you needed to see me?" She asks, I shake my head. "I'm seeing him." I say, closing the door and looking at my feet. "Who? Who are you dating? Look, I don't think this is that im-" "I'm seeing Ethan, not like in dating, I'm seeing him in mirrors and stuff." I interrupt her.

"That's been what has been happening to me…" She trails off and I sigh. "I know, can you just give me some Meds, please." I plead. I look at her and she stands up, pulls open her drawers and get a prescription bottle. "Here you go, don't take more then five at a time." She says as she hands me the bottle. I take it off her and smile at her and leave. I take two and take a drink from my drink bottle. "Two isn't enough to get rid of me, Y/n." Ethan smirks in my rear view mirror. I take two more and flush it down with another drink.

I drive back to my own apartment and shake my head. I feel tried when I arrive and drag myself into the kitchen, I forget how many I've taken beforehand and take four, no more than five, and I've only taken one or two so that's just six. I take it down and grab some vodka and down it with that. I put the bottle away and drag myself into bed. I cover myself with the blankets and fall asleep.

I wake up in a bed with the walls covered in blood and some of the blood was written into words that spelt out. 'Ethan's death was your fault.'. Ethan walks into the room and sits down on the bed. "Hey." He smiles, he touches my cheek and I swear for a second, that it felt real and it was really happening.

"Uh hey." I managed to get out. He caresses my cheek and places a kiss against my lips. I've forgotten what his lips taste like. "How was your sleep, have you dreamt about me, bleeding out and how it was your fault." He asks. I gasp as blood crawls out of his mouth and eyes.

I half scream and it comes out breathless and dry. I rush out of bed and but my back against the wall. I can't, what is going to happen out of this? I need to breathe. He follows after me and I try to scream as he gets closer. He keeps muttering the same words. "It will always be your fault."

I try to pull the door open and realized that there was blood covering them. I bang at the door and it doesn't make any noise, instead it shatters and I fall into the empty void of nothing.

I wake up in a hospital bed, my body stiff. I look around and Tara, Mindy and Chad are sitting down. "What's happening?" I mutter out, looking at them. They all get up and look down at me. "You had an overdose. Sam only said for you to take only five." Tara shakes her head. "You blacked out, Y/n. You were muttering things in your sleep." Mindy replies.

"But I swear it was real." I mutter. "What?" Chad asks. "The dream, Ethan, he was there! He kissed me!" I admit.

A/N - Even though no one asked for this, here it is!

#scream franchise #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream 5 #scream 2023 #angst #ethanissohot #jack champion fluff #jack champion x reader #ethan landry headcanons #ethan.txt

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hystericstar · 10 months

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I saw that picture you drew of Time Link eating out the viewer (btw the art was sooo good!! It's so rare to see Link x Reader fanart) I kinda wanna know if you got headcanons of Time Link eating out Reader's pussy lol

I have headcannons for daysss!!! I love love LOVE drawing and I’m happy that you like my work because I’m planning on drawing a lot more thirst art. Anyways, let the man FEAST

! MDNI !

PLEASE squeeze his head between your thighs!!

nothing makes him happier

tends to cum just with your taste alone

he def shakes his head from side to side, making sure his nose is rubbing your clit the entire time time

If you hold his head and start humping his face, he melts and basically let’s you use him however you please.

when he feels more dominant, he ties you down and takes his time licking you like a lollipop

if you’re being a brat he will not hesitate to slap your cunt (gently ofc unless you tell him otherwise)

lil shit sometimes blows some warm air on your folds, just for fun

feel like being soft? He’s having a whole conversation with you, making sure that you feel every vibration of his voice

kinda messy with it

by the end of the night, you’ll have a mixture of his spit and cum dribbling down your legs

this one’s random but he likes thigh fucking

something about his dick rubbing against your clit while he humps you from behind is just- 😩

~《☆♡•°•°♡☆》~

ik the last one was a bit unexpected but the thought came to me and I couldn’t not write it lmao

btw y’all check out my art!! It’s linked on the masterlist and I think a good chunk of you would enjoy it 🫣 maybie I’ll start adding lil drawings to some post here and there, what do you think? thank you for requesting! <333

#loz x reader #loz x reader smut #link x reader smut #loz link #oot link x reader smut #oot link x reader #tloz oot #ocarina of time link x reader smut #ocarina of time link x reader

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lovelylittlesimp · 3 months

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Shorter bf JJ who does not let his height get in the way if fucking the shit out of you

Shorter bf JJ who will ask you to grab things he can clearly grab just cuz he likes to watch you lean up.

Shorter bf JJ who gets grumpy when you call him "midget"

Shorter bf JJ who whenever you send him a photo of your outfit he'll always reply "legs for daysss"

Shorter bf JJ who will get you on your knees and say stuff like "whose the small one now baby? Hm?"

Shorter bf JJ who constantly asks "how's the weather up there?" To piss you off

Shorter bf JJ who buys you shorter skirts on purpose just to see your legs

"jay this is tiny-"

"oh really, I didn't realise, just wear it babe 'ts fine"

Shorter bf JJ who is the little spoon.

Another short one ❤️

#obx s2 #obx s3 #obx3 #outer banks #jj maybank obx #obx jj #obx x you #obx x y/n #obx smut #jj obx #jj maybank #jj maybank blurb #smutty smut smut

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lustytears · 5 months

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his muse.

basically, this is just a whole written piece dedicated to coriolanus snow and how obsessive he truly is (and toxic.)

(completely based off of that ONE line in the tbosas book where it’s hinted that he liked when lucy gray was in the games bc he was in control)

warnings: blood, kind of too into the obsession, mentions of slight sex (nothing major??) not too proofread, warnings written b4 story was made bc i planned this all out in my head for DAYSSS, snow’s kind of a creep, toxicity, and angst.

For one thing, Coriolanus Snow wasn’t a man of decency. At least, not within. Sure, he was a man of ambition, but could he also be a man of absolute terror.

The same man who was such a powerful and potentially ambiguous young man from the start, was right there in front of you, carefully pulling you towards him like a worm for bait. His eyes were absolutely set on you, the same way a predator’s eyes become captivated by the presence of a prey.

You were his muse. His obsession.

It all started when the two of you met when he was in his junior year at the Academy. A promising young student, acclaimed for his talents and likeminded will, he was locked on his promising future, considering his tragic past filled with nothing but what could be described as pure loss.

You bumped into him whilst walking in opposite directions, dropping all of your belongings. You quickly scrambled to the floor without even bothering to look up at who you accidentally pushed through, before a hand reached down to pick up a pen of yours, observing the simple complexity and design of it.

“Quite the writer?” He asked. Your eyes shot up, your hands still putting stuff back into your bag. “Yes,” you said shyly. “The name is Coriolanus Snow.” He reached down to your level, crouching to his knees. He grabbed ahold of your bag that was on the ground before giving it back to you. The both of you got up. You dusted off your skirt.

“Can I have my pen back?” You held out your hand, waiting for him to place it back into the palm of your hand. “Surely,” he placed it down, the tip of his fingers meeting the skin of your hand, the pen firmly grasped to your palm as you move your arm away from his hand, fingers locked. “Thank you,” you smiled warmly, trying to bear down on your manners. “My name is Y/N L/N. Assuming you’re an upperclassman?” “That would be true,” his eyebrows raised in agreement, the tone of his voice traced with sarcasm. You looked at the fellow students passing through the hallway, moving from class to class before the period started.

“I think I’m gonna have to go, Coryo,” you said politely. His eyes wandered around your face, from your smile to your eyes. “Okay,” he nodded. You walked away, your bag hung around your right shoulder. Your fingertips, on the other hand, played with the pen that Snow borrowed. He watched you walk down the hall, his eyes glued to the way each step corresponds to the other step in rhythm. He viewed your skirt move from side to side as your hips moved in place with your legs. He eyed you until, and finally, you moved down the hallway and turned the corner. He imagined himself smiling, before the thought became reality, and the corners of his cheeks became upward, a forming smile that became apparent on his cold appearance.

Pray tell, why did he become closer? For one thing, Coriolanus Snow is not the type of man to feel affection and love towards his partners. The idea of a vulnerable and loving woman most definitely pleased him, but one that was originally strong, cunning, and brave; three qualities he admired, made him thrilled with all of the lingering ideas of potentially breaking an individual.

And that’s exactly what he wanted to do to you. As cruel as it sounds, he begged himself—no, invited himself to break you. Your plausible act of holding up your “I don’t need your help” act was pleasing, but not when he was alone with you.

Being alone with him was an absolute death wish. If you thought to yourself that originally this man was a lunatic alone, it’s wise to think again. For he was the type of man to pluck out every insecurity you had, convert it to his manipulative mentality, process it, and spit it right back at you.

He had you right at the neck, quite literally. He had you pushed against the wall, his hands gripped against both sides of your neck as he watched pure fear in your eyes ignite, his view apparent in your pupils.

“You’re wise, darling, but not wise enough to outwit me,” his thumb brushed the skin on your neck. You could only react with your mouth parted half open, internally begging for him to let go. You wouldn’t dare speak out—dare even push him physically. That sad attempt would probably just push him further over the edge. “Do you want me dead?”

You stared at the veins that pricked up from underneath his skin on the outermost of his arms. “What?” You said, dumbfounded. Letting go of you, he stepped back, faced turned away from you. He paced back and forth between the limited space in his private room. He looked at you, his hands on his hips. He laughed. At first, the laughter was a mere chuckle, before it became more hysterically louder, and less out of control. He walked back over to you, your back still against the wall, your hands raised to your face, covering yourself.

He grabbed your arms, his grasp light on your skin. You flinched at first, but then you allowed him to push them down. The light in his eyes became more noticeable.

“No matter how hard I try, I still find myself feeling this certain way. This—This feeling,” he exaggerated. “I find myself, strangely, loving you.”

You found the words somewhat hard to swallow. The word he spoke out of his mouth, love, was like the first time seeing the size of a pill when you first received the bottle, the first swallow felt like it was stuck in your throat, a throat that was small and narrow, the pill larger than what you were capable of holding down without it getting stuck in your throat. So, you coughed the word back up. “Love?” “Honest,” he cupped both sides of your face. “Yes.”

Without resistance, he allowed you to move away from him. This time, you moved around the room, regathering your thoughts. That pill was larger than ever. His eyes glanced your movements. You sat down in the armchair, staring at your feet. Perhaps, this was your way of peacefully declaring that you wanted time to think about this, but let’s be honest with ourselves: Snow was not gonna wait for the easy answer.

He walked up to you, pulling you up from your arm, his grasp on you more harder than before. He looked into your eyes, before he moved down to your lips.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly.

“Okay,” you said without thinking of anything about him potentially being honest with you, apologizing with true intention. He leaned in to kiss you, before he pulled back a little, carefully examining every slight facial expression to make sure it was okay, before he locked his lips with yours.

At first, it was almost like you refused to rhythmically move with his lips, which caused him to become more starved and more aggressive with the kiss. You finally allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth, his lips attached to yours. You gave in, allowing him to express every little feeling he had in this very moment. It slightly reminded you of all the good times, the first time you met, the time you gave your purity to him like it was an offering, the time you kissed him, the times he took all of his anger either onto you or into you.

Is this what you imagined? Him making out with you like he was starved, longing for desperate attention of this one-sided love? Disappointingly, the answer was yes. You waited for this, born to wait for this, this love; returned like a dream. For now? It was hopefully the only peaceful way he could express his feelings to you.

Selfishly, he knew one thing: if he lost you, he’d make sure everyone suffered for it. He would make sure they bled every artery out before they even sympathized with his misery. Whether the loss be hypothetical is up to him. He just knows that he wants to keep you here, all for himself, displayed like a movie that keeps playing over and over on the TV.

He bit your lip, causing it to bleed slightly. The taste of oxidizing, metallic blood sampled your tongues. It only made him more excited, his hands moved to your hips as he used them for control. He pushed you to the couch, his lips moving with yours. He knew right there, that you were all his. His muse.

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(might write a part 2 with literal SEXXX because i feel like the smut with my dear 8 inches of snow on top is a bit… dry. i think my draco malfoy one turned out amazing so i’ll give it a go again. it’s really nice to see that people enjoy my writing, considering this was mainly a way to cure my boredom over thanksgiving break. oh well, guess it’s time to start my grind.)

(p.s. i hope this didn’t seem too fast paced. it took me like half an hour to write this all together, so it may seem a bit wonky, but i hope the story checks out.)

#coriolanus snow #fluff #smut #president snow #tbosbas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #light angst #snow #pure as the driven snow #lucy gray baird #please please please please guys give me a chanceee #blow up please #i’m so tired it’s 1:39 AM #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader

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decaydanceredacted · 6 months

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The thought of patrick being possessive over me is so so so fucking hot. him fucking me hard deep and fast, pulling me up against his chest and whispering filthy things in my ear, making sure I feel him for daysss. calling me his and all I can do is nod and moan. need him to cum inside me to mark me up inside and out, feeling it drip down my legs

#ps #co signed because that was some real shit you just said

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dearlyjun · 7 months

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soobin- titties easy,, worlds biggest boob man

yeonjun- ass worshipper,, the type to take selfies w/ ur butt lol

beomgyu- thighs and legs!! likes girlies who wear little skirts and shorts so it’s legs for daysss

taehyun- also a leg guy but i feel like he’s a “personality” guy lol he just likes every bit of you

kai- ass or tits isn’t enough kai is a tummy fella,, especially goes crazy for that crease between ur belly and ur thigh,,, thicc girlies know exactly what i’m talking about

LMAO I love how we agree that soobin is 1000% a boob enthusiast aahhh I think about him 24/7 <33 he would totally ask for tit pics (and id totally give him them um next!!)

TAKE SELFIES WITH YOUR BUTT YES THAT IS SO YEONJUN. also would probably lay on your butt like it’s a pillow.

beomgyu ughhhh my mannn <3 definitely goes brazy for a thick thigh girlie.

taehyun yes he is such a sweetie :( he’s brains over body totally but I do believe he’s got his moments lmao

KAII THE CREASE THE CREASE WHAT THE FUCK YES YES YES my brain just exploded that is so YES he’d probably grab onto it while he eats you out tbhhh

IM HOME FROM WORK LEMME HEAR YOUR HOT TAKES THIS IS SO FUN!! <3

#replies #nightlytyuns #txt hard thoughts #the kai one broke me rip #I’m kissing your brain for that one <33

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gloomy--valentine · 2 years

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Soft Dom Steve Headcannons

Some of these are nsfw 18+ just a little warning

SFW

Will most definitely help you with the smallest things like; tying your shoes, zipping up a jacket, or fixing your hair if its a little messy

Likes to drive you around everywhere whenever he gets the chance

Makes little decisions for you through out your day like; what your guys plans are for the day, or what you should wear (claims it's so you two can match)

Literally gets so jealous over the smallest things. You're constantly having to explain you aren't interested in any other guys. They are simply just a coworker or a fellow student you were paired with to do an assignment

Loves buying you things for no special reason. He constantly buys little things he thinks you would like or look cute in

Speaks up for you in public settings. If you need to talk to a worker he's on it. If they got your order wrong he'll make sure they know to fix it

Will let you choose the movie even if he doesn't like it because its "cheesy" or "sappy love bullshit"

NSFW

Completely takes control in the bedroom. You practically never make any decisions (not that you would have it any other way) but you're constantly just taking what is given when its given

Most definitely has a breeding kink (enough said)

Favorite position is missionary and more specifically when your legs are over his shoulders. He likes to see himself go in and out of you

Praises you for taking him without any complaints. "Look how pretty you are taking all of me" or "You're such a good girl making me feel so good like this"

Dirty talk for daysss. He knows exactly what to say and when to say it. Says things like; "Are you gonna be a good girl and take it all for me" or "You like that don't you, you little slut"

Is a little hesitant at trying new things but if you beg enough he'll do it "just once" and will more than likely end up liking it

NSFW AFTERCARE

Cuddles and kisses after sex always

Kisses any bruises or markings he may have made whether it was accidental or on purpose

Tells you how pretty you are and how much he loves you

Offers to get a bath ready for you. If you say yes he'll wash you up and help you get dressed

Likes to give you his shirts or sweaters as pajamas if you spend the night at his place

#steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington hc #steve harrington smut #dom!steve harrington

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spooky-salesman · 5 months

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Some doodles of My beck from the past couple of daysss / small drops of lore . might have to tilt ur phone to see some better

(Please ignore my pasty ass legs in like 2 of those pics 😭😭)

#text post #mysterio #quentin beck #my art #doodle #tssm #dmitri smerdyakov #Betsy marvel

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rainbluealoekitten · 7 months

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ALRIGHT WORKOUT UPDATE FOR THOSE WHO ASKED. i didn't need tk make such a fuss about possibly getting hurt bc he actually Does know what he's doing and made adjustments based on what hurts and whatnot (bare minimum but <3 did appreciate <3)

so for moss who said this is a love language. bro you are so fucking right omg like. holy shit!! he was so so so excited to show me his little notebooks that he tracks everything in, how to use different machines, which muscles were being used, etc etc. he was positively BEAMING the whole time :> but see also he doesn't act like this with other people!!! there was one time (weeks ago) where he asked me to hold his legs while he did a handstand but refused to ask this other friend of ours AND. he was offered the chance to go to the gym with someone else he said he wants to be closer friends with, spent daysss agonising over it, and in the end never went so. i feel a little special, ngl

tbh idk what else there is to say? it was really fun though and i think we might do it again. also a few highlights: where he tried to trick me into believing i was doing 15 when it was 20 bc i was underestimating myself (so his plan was to go AHA look you actually are stronger than you think!!!!). also liked all the times he helped hold things but better YET all the times he was caught off guard by what i could do

AND. best part was when he randomly reached out to hold my back, then pulled away just as suddenly as if he wasn't sure why he did that, and proceeded to go on about mind-body links where he should touch the muscles so i could feel them flex, but really it would work better if i felt his to better understand. which could be genuine but also. he's a little bit of a show off, though not in the arrogant way at all, i think it really is just one of his love languages if that makes sense (as moss but also an irl friend of mine suggested a whiiiile ago)

this turned out to be a much longer post than expected but 👍 i am so down bad for this boy

#blue screams into the void

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hellfireslut · 2 years

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Okay hear me out,

The OC and eddie are enemies since like 5th grade. One day she finds a part time job that helps pay rent and that part time job is in a band. She already has an electric guitar at home so she decided to be the guitarist, but the only problem is….. she doesn’t know how to play the electric guitar. She took the job thinking “oh how hard can it be?” Well it was alot harder than she expected. They had a gig in less than a month and she was freaking out because she is supposed to go practice with them but she comes up with excuses every time. She then remembers that the only person she knows that plays the electric guitar was eddie munson. She hated just the idea of interacting with the guy. She had no other choice but to ask him to help her, at first he turns down the offer, but after alot of convincing from mike and dustin he finally agrees. They go back to his trailer and he gave her his guitar instead and said that hers was no good. She sat in between his legs and his hands “wrapped” aroundher to reach his guitar that was in his lap. there was alot of tension and while she is playing his hot breath is on her neck. Then they start talking and he eventually starts pressing kisses on her neck of course she freaked out and asked what was he doing and they started fighting and they finally confess their love to each other all these past years and they make out endo of story.

Electric Enemies - part 1

paring : eddie munson x fem!oc

word count : 2.7k

summary : as requested above

a/n : i’m sorry i haven’t been posting, i’ve been working on this story for daysss | reblogs are greatly appreciated, as well as replies!

September 5th, 1986, Gas station

Valarie had been late on rent for the past 3 months, constantly finding ways to scurry up a sum of money before the end of the month. Her landlord had complained to her many times, trying to evict her as well. She had been fired from her last job at Family Video, where she worked with her best friends Robin and Steve. Valarie had been taking small jobs around town, trying to stick with one for more than a month, ultimately failing. While out at the gas station yesterday, she saw a poster for a band in of a new member. She ran toward the poster, looking for a phone number, her eyes wandering along the photo. At the bottom of sheet 4 tabs hung, with a phone number attached to them. Valarie snatched the perforated piece of paper from the poster. She walked out of the store on to the street, looking for a payphone. She picked up the phone from the hook, inserting a quarter, and punching in the digits from the piece of paper. Ringing came from the phone as she waited for someone on the receiving end to pick up, her head resting on the glass wall of the booth. On the final ring, a voice spoke roughly through her ears, the man behind the phone cleared his through before saying,

“Hey, what’s up?”

Valarie’s head shot up, clearing her through as well before responding back.

“Oh, hi, I was calling about the band looking for a new member, I found an advertisement at the gas station on Jefferson.”

“That’s great, we’ve been looking for a new member for months, ‘you play guitar?”

Damn it. Her first instinct was to place the phone back on to the hook and pretend she hadn’t called, but she desperately needed the money. All of her past jobs hadn’t paid enough for her to keep up with her rent. Her last job at Family Video ended abruptly, due to her and her best friends goofing off during every shift. This new opportunity could be a stable occupation for her to finally pay her rent on time. Valarie already owned a guitar, that had been collecting dust in her closet for the past 3 years. She had purchased it in hopes of teaching herself how to play it as a way to pass time. After 2 weeks it remained in her closet, until today.

“Uh, yeah, since I was young.” she lied. Her voice shook in embarrassment as the man on the phone spoke.

“Great! Our old guitarist quit last week, so we’ve been looking for someone to fill in. When are you free to meet up with the rest of the band?”

Just hang up the phone Val, and find somewhere else to pick up a job. Her hand slowly moved toward the hook, wanting to hang up before he spoke again.

“Hey, you still there?”

Her voice softly shook, placing the phone back up to her ear.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m free tomorrow, if that’s alright?”

“Sounds great! We practice at that old bar down on Southwest street, how does Wednesday sound?”

“That’s fine with me, see you then.”

Before the man on the phone could respond, Valarie slammed the phone on the hook, letting out a ghastly sigh. Her head dropped to the concrete sidewalk below her. She reached for a cigarette and her lighter in her jean jackets pocket. She placed the cancer stick between her lips, lighting the open end. She took a large drag, inhaling sharply. Plumes of smoke shot from her nostrils as she began crossing the street. Her boots dragged across the pavement lazily, rain beginning to drip onto the leather. She looked up as dark clouds began to cast above her, her pace picking up to evacuate the storm that was brewing.

September 5th, 1986, Valarie’s apartment

Valarie tangled with her keychain in her pocket, finally turning her house key in the lock, pushing open her front door. She threw her bag on the couch, immediately darting for her bedroom. She flopped onto her bed, her groans muffled by the pillow underneath. Valarie flipped on to her back sitting up on the edge of her bed. Her head turned to her closet door that was half creaked, a black void illuminating from inside. She walked over to the doors, pushing them apart. She reached up to pull the chain of the light. On the floor of the closet laid her suitcase, along with bags full of her clothes and shoes. On the top shelf sat her guitar. The ruby color reflected off the lightbulb, into her eyes. Her feet pushed up on to her tippy toes, grasping for the neck of the guitar. She stared at it in her hand, look at all the dust that had collected on the body of the guitar. Her hand glided across the strings, a dissonant sound being produced. It needs to be tuned. She sat on her bed, the guitar resting in her lap. Her hand twisted around the tuning keys, trying to produce a pleasant sound while strumming. Valarie leaned her head back in frustration, realizing that this was going to be more difficult than she had anticipated. She didn’t know the first thing about playing guitar, not even the proper way to hold one.

“Fuck it, I give up.” she said, throwing the axe down. She got up and began pacing around the room. Tapping of rain drops began to fall on to her carpet. She looked up to find a large crack with water seeping through it. Jesus Christ.

September 7th, 1986, Valarie’s apartment

Valarie sat on her bed, plucking at the strings of her guitar, trying to make out a tune. She had been ignoring phone calls all day, trying to ignore the fact that it was Wednesday. She had agreed to meet with the rest of the band members today, them expecting her to have some experience with guitar. The ringing became louder and obsessive as the day continued, causing her to take it off the hook, keeping it on a busy signal.

“Focus, just focus.” she strummed the first 2 chords, her hand releasing on the second one. Her hand sprung back in pain as the string snapped on her finger. She threw the pick across the room, standing up from her bed. She placed the guitar behind her, slamming her head into her pillow. A loud and agitated groan left her throat, tears following behind. The ceiling began dripping profusely, the thumping sound syncing with her heartbeat. Valarie looked up to the ceiling to see the crack had doubled in size. She went into the bathroom, grabbing the white bucket from the shower. When she went back into her room, a dark stain had damped her carpet. She placed the bucket underneath the crack, the water now dripping louder.

“God, I gotta get that fixed.” she said walking towards the phone. She wiped the tears from her eyes as she dialed her landlord’s number. She softly wept, waiting for him to pick up.

“Hey Val, what’s up?”

“Hey Sean, I’ve got a big crack in my bedroom ceiling, do you think you could fix it?”

“How big is the crack?”

Valarie sighed, looking up at the ceiling, her hand on her forehead.

“It’s pretty big, I think it’s from the storm a few days ago.”

Sean sighed on the opposite end of the phone, writing could be heard on Valarie’s end.

“I can take a look at it later, is 5 good?”

“Yeah sure, thanks-.”

Without a goodbye, Sean hung up before Valarie could finish. She scoffed, placing the phone back on the hook. The phone rang immediately after. She couldn’t ignore it this time. She picked up the phone nervously.

“Hey, is Valarie there? She was supposed to meet us for rehearsal today.” An unfamiliar voice spoke through the speaker.

Valarie fake coughed into the phone exaggeratedly. She sniffed through her nose a couple of time before responding.

“Yeah, I’m here, sorry. I couldn’t come in today, I don’t feel the best.”

“Oh, what’s wrong?”

Valarie looked around, trying to come up with a excuse for her absence. A bird flew past her window, giving her a idea.

“Bird flu!” she accidentally shouted “I’ve got bird flu, so I don’t know when I’ll be able to rehearse with you guys.”

“Bird flu? Isn’t that extremely rare?”

Her eyes shot up, trying to make up a lie quickly before they became suspicious.

“Yes! Extremely! That’s why I don’t want to come in and spread it to you guys.”

“Well that’s very thoughtful, but we’ve got to rehearse soon, we have a gig in a few weeks and we’ve got to learn these songs.”

Shit. A gig? She rolled her eyes back.

“Well, I’ll try my best to come in soon. Thank you for checking up on me, bye!”

“Bye Val-.”

She slammed the phone back on the hook, sliding down the wall, her knees up to her chest. She placed her head in her palms, starting to cry.

A knock on the front door woke Valarie from her nap, a coarse whine falling from her throat.

“Come in!” she yelled from her bed. She sat up on her bed, her legs crossed.

Sean walked through the front door, headed for Valarie’s bedroom. When he entered her room, his face shifted, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Valarie, you look terrible.”

“Yeah I know, I feel asleep with my makeup on, just fix my damn ceiling.”

“Keep talkin’ to me like that and I’ll leave it.”

Valarie looked up at him, deadpanning him. He rolled his eyes, putting down a toolbox.

“So, how’ve you been, I haven’t seen you since you broke your toilet.”

“I didn’t break it, I clogged it, and I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine, and neither does this crack Val, this is going to cost a pretty penny.”

Valarie scoffed at his comment, standing beside him.

“Nice joke idiot, it’s not even that bad.”

Sean turned his head to her, then back to the ceiling.

“Yeah it’s not the crack, it’s starting to mold. It’ll cost more to get the mold removed than to repair the crack.”

Valarie turned to him, her face slightly shocked.

“Sean, you know I don’t have that kind of money to get that done, I could barely pay to unclog the toilet.”

“Then call me when you can, I can’t do it for free just because we’re friends.”

“You totally can do that, you just choose not to.”

Sean leaned towards Valarie, gaining some height on her as he tilted his head down. His mouth formed into a smirk. Valarie’s eyes squinted, confused at his motions.

“There’s many different ways you could pay me, not just in money.” His hand lifted her jaw.

Valarie smacked his hand from her face, pushing him backwards.

“Like I’ve said before, not gonna happen.”

Sean softly chuckled, picking up his toolbox.

“Well until you get some actual money, neither is that roof getting fixed.” He pushed beside her, walking out the front door. He slammed it shut, causing her eyes to squeeze shut.

“God, he’s such an asshole.”

Valarie huffed, walking to the kitchen. She sat on top of the countertop thinking to herself. I need to learn how to the play damn guitar, so I can finally get some cash. I can’t teach myself though, Jesus, who else knows how to play guitar.

Only one name crossed her mind, causing a shiver to travel down her spine. No, absolutely not, don’t even think that Valarie. There’s no way you’re going to ask Eddie Munson to teach you how to play guitar. He’s probably still fighting for his life in highschool. God but he’s the only person I know who could actually help me, if he still doesn’t hold a grudge from 5th grade.

Valarie ran to her bedroom, looking under her bed from her stack of yearbooks. She grabbed one from 1984, the year she graduated, and one of the many Eddie failed. She flipped to the back page of signatures and goodbyes. Names and phone numbers of former classmates filled with colorful markers crossed her eyes. Her hand scanned the paper, looking for Eddie’s phone number. The illiterate and sloppy handwriting stood out to her as his.

Thanks for a horrible highschool experience, Eddie

“Well at least he was kind enough to sign it.”

Underneath his phone number was listed faintly, almost as if he had wrote it then erased it afterward. Valarie picked up the book, holding it to her chest as she dashed into the kitchen. She sat on top of the counter, picking up the phone off the wall. She read the numbers from her lap, squinting to see. She pressed the numbers into the keys.

She dialed the numbers, her hand began to shake as the ringing began. A scruffy voice sang from the speaker, causing her to place the phone back on the hook.

“God, you dumbass!”

She redialed the numbers, listening for the ringing once again. The same scruffy, and familiar voice spoke.

“Hello?”

“Hey, this is Eddie, right?”

“Jesus Christ, you’ve gotta be kidding me, I never thought I’d have to hear your voice again.”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb, I know your voice, Val.”

Valarie began twirling the cord of the phone anxiously, her breathing became heavy in the speaking.

“Eddie, I promise I’d only call you if it was an emergency, and this sorta is.”

Eddie scoffed through the phone, by his tone though she should she it, she knew he was rolling his eyes.

“Eddie, say something, you can’t still be mad at me.”

“You’re the one who hated me, always complaining about everything about me. I’m sorry I didn’t meet little miss perfect’s standards.”

“Eddie, that was in middle school! Get over it, we’re adults now!”

“It wasn’t just middle school, you and your art friends made fun of me until senior year.”

“Which senior year, your first, second, or third?”

Valarie instantly regretted the snarky remark after she said it, letting out a deep sigh.

“What’s the emergency, Boyd.”

Valarie took in a deep breath. Complaining to Eddie Munson about her financial situation was not something she ever thought she’d do.

“I took a job in a band as a lead guitarist, but I have no idea how to play guitar, and I was hoping you could possibly teach me?” she rambled swiftly, hope he couldn’t hear the desperation in her voice.

Eddie laughed abruptly, the sound causing Valarie’s face to turn red. He finally spoke after laughing for a while, catching his breath.

“So you’re telling me, you want me to teach you the one thing you used to make fun of me for, telling me I’d never get anywhere being a burnout guitarist.”

“I only said those things because I was 16! We were both kids, kids say dumb things. I don’t think that way about you anymore Eddie, I promise you.”

Eddie laughed once more, this time she could tell he was getting a kick out of her pain.

“I don’t care what you think about me now sweetheart, it’s not going to happen. How’d you even get my number anyway?”

Valarie paused before responding back.

“… My yearbook.”

“God you are desperate, goodnight, Val.”

“Eddie wait-.”

Her voice was cut off with the slam of Eddie’s phone, hanging up on her mid sentence. Her voice cracked out a hoarsely moan, her face falling into her hands. She began crying deeply, as the old emotions she had for him rose again. They had never fully dissipated from her heart, but recovered once she heard his voice again.

“God, I still love him.”

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