#Oh overlapping circles oh

[completeoveranalysis]

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Chapitre 212 - Time that starts again

Splash Text: Even if only for a moment, I wish that I could touch you once more

HELP IT’S GORGEOUS. 

Sakura visibly crying as she sadly looks out from where she is stuck.

Framed by a pillar to show she’s trapped, capped at the top with a feather - another missing piece of her, still acting as a tool in someone else’s plan. The fabric floating out behind her like wings, or a halo, or roots holding her in place.

The amulets on her dress visibly resembling chains as wrap around her. Her arm held at such an awkward angle, as well as her legs, like she’s off kilter or not quite working, or reaching out and holding herself back at the same time.

And the dark and light circles behind in the backgrounds - ripples in water, like overlapping changes to the timelines or various worlds, or the reservoir water that loves her so much, or even a callback to the Cardcaptor Sakura symbolism. And oh the pattern they fall in, a curved line with Sakura as the centre of it all, the focal point of absolutely everything happening everywhere at once.

It’s gorgeous it’s tragic it’s heartbreaking I love it!

#Hit me with the Sakura symbolism #Make me CRY #Challenge level: EASY #Liveblogging the reservoir chronicle #Vol 212 #Tsubasa #Sakura #Oh overlapping circles oh #... Hmm 14 droplets #And we visited 14ish worlds #hmmmmm

[unproduciblesmackdown]

ppl will be explaining how a difference is a difference & not a Deviation from a Superior state, & people who are the ones considered Default Normal (superior) will be like "okay....to be polite....i Might say i consider Some aspects of Some people's existence mere 'difference' & not being less than me...." as like hey i'm a Benevolent god. i still actually get to consider you worse & don't have to "humor" anything that challenges my superiority. if you only want everything to fit into the norm then it will all come back to upholding the norm. thinking of people's analysis of their own realities as equally legimate as being like Obscure, Irrelevant, Superficial & then using that reasoning to justify dismissing them. same as worrying that the [Different Lessers (Others(tm))] as Everywhere = a manifestation of the awareness that, yeah, respecting them as equals Does threaten your norm which is smothering everything everywhere. ppl who need to lock in the idea of Borders around personhood like um Yes they're all delineated separate Identities outside any hierarchy & so i think it's relevant to for some reason push back against "ohh so now Everyone's queer" like why not. why couldn't they be. what if they were. what if queerness was everywhere b/c it's ideological not a cordoned off Alternative Identity that is accommodated by focusing on Love(tm) as the new border around whose existence we might begrudgingly accept at arm's length (i.e. being otherwise "normal"! just imagine swapping out the binary gender (or, deep breath, presumed Private Parts) of one partner in an exclusive romantic lifelong nuclear family marriage, & that is Gay / Trans Rights. still gross but maybe we can do it, as long as they don't talk about it or shove it in our faces or even exist for more than one encounter w/us in our lives b/c what are the odds). evergreen laughing at someone suggesting ableist logic might be embedded in language of past & present b/c it's just So little to ask for that it's irrelevant but it's also So much to ask for that of course i'm not gonna do anything more than pass it along like "this is why i don't take ableism seriously" like yeah it's the disabled randos like it's the individual cringe teens(tm) ruining [the cishets would take Gender seriously otherwise!!!] & that's why you won't think about it or do anything about it & continue being comfortable with the norm & resent that actually their Difference is Less & disability is something worse that ppl "excuse" & all these ways that people are & all these things that they do are funny & weird & inexplicable & etc & one can't possibly be cruising along perpetuating a hierarchy with a sense that you're reasonable, well meaning, kind, etc etc & thus Justified, systemic oppression definitely wants to maximize how uncomfortable & arduous it feels to everyone rather than push to make it more streamlined & rewarding to embrace, or at least accept, whatever superiority over others you're afforded

#circled around to lovelessness as a lens there. so long as one was loving. so long as one wasn't consciously malicious #really just mask off about keeping the same perspective of Superiority when conflating disability & ppl ''making excuses'' #same as like e.g. that ppl consider everything an autistic person does as being Bad / Wrong / Worse. (this includes ''unskilled''!!!) #(crushing the Social Skills(tm) framework in talking abt allistic difference in my fist) #such that they think sm1 saying Autistic!! is then something they might be unfairly Beholden to to Put Up With their Wrongness #at special times in special scenarios....rather than like in some contexts you are no more ''right'' than the other party #different groups & cultures whose Norms Standards & Expectations could render You presumed rude thoughtless pushy etc #obvious overlaps to consider re: the Norms of like english speaking as ''universal'' someone noticeably speaking it as nth language? #time to Presume their ideas & contributions are Less. if they had the good brain like you their fluency would render their linguistic #Wrongness in having a diff 1st language invisible thus irrelevant. like the ''ideal'' for disability! as the ''ideal'' for anyone Passing #in any way! queer ppl surely all want to be as proximate to cishet ideals (just as cishet ppl should!) nonwhite ppl to Ideal White #women's rights = Proving they're As Good As men. ladies you're using too many exclamation points!! be Confident be Pushier!! #but ofc nobody actually wants the Others(tm) to be Equal. they're just saying ''it's your innate Wrongness that means you Aren't'' #the ableism logic in everything. men just Are better at xyz. oh we Can abuse autists...into being as proximate to allistic as possible!! #just actually means ''oh we Can abuse autists.'' the ''correctness'' is your Difference ''intruding'' less into allistic existence #force you to be harmed & diminished all day then save your meltdowns for when you're alone & out of the way #ppl's tweets like ''when ppl say 'omg too sensitive ofc i wasn't talking abt disabled ppl!' like yeah no shit b/c you never think of #disabled ppl'' like yeah most people idk aren't making their life's agenda to stop everyone from saying Stupid #but like believe me people organically sense the Vintage R words when you get called Idiot in exactly the same spirit & purpose #i mean that's so rworded as in that's so gay!! cmon!! & it's fine if you don't say either to gay ppl or. or. [insert the office quote] #oh i don't call um 20th c disabled ppl morons it's bad taste!! but b/c i use it Figuratively in the present it's fine it's so Different #fr i can't remember like. an article w/1 matter of fact sentence from a doctor using a [now Just a childish insult!!] as Diagnostic Label #for someone's disability & it still registered like ice water in the face. presumably no ''especial'' Malice just matter of fact! #it wasn't ''idiot'' it may have been ''moron'' fr. the vintage ''factual'' r word is There plain as day #like yeah ofc the ableism gets channeled into alternate language. & then complaints abt that is like UGH CMON!!! #like idk shouldn't you be fine using the R word then too? not really sweating this issue thee most all thee time either but like #it's not sooo funny even if someone seems pressed extensively abt it. not that hard to in fact just not use all these words all the time #ppl will be throwing out their ableism w/o Any labels talking about how Weird Offputting Etc someone acts so you can Tell they're bad.... #and yeah you should think abt that. anytime. the [difference used to categorize ''other'' is Just difference] Is Everywhere All The Time #the idea it can & should be ''contained'' for especial limited specific occasions (when you're feeling Nice!) = upholding the status quo

[absentlyabbie]

This might seem really out of the blue, but hi!

I saw your reply to the computer-savviness post and just wanted to let you know - it was clear to me that in the tags you were referring specifically to those people who are dismissive of learning computer skills because they don’t think they’re necessary.

I don’t think you came across as hostile or condescending at all. I appreciate people like you, who are willing to give additional information because you see someone who is confused. I also thought your second response was very kind.

Anyways, I just wanted to let you know a random person on the internet thinks you’re doing alright. Best of luck to you!

❤️ this was very kind of you, anon, thank you.

just one of those moments that really underscores how difficult tone and intention can be to accurately relay or read through text-only. sometimes even if you think you're taking deliberate care to avoid misunderstanding, you just can't, because there's simply too many factors about other people's perspectives, experiences, current situation and context, and everything else that may color your words for them in the moment they read them.

#call and response #Anonymous #i've just found it such a fascinating and complex and honestly vital conversation to be having #and there's a lot of assumption in both directions #both that 'this has to be fake there's no way it's true' and 'oh my god obviously ALL of gen z/alpha is like this!!' #are the absolute definite truth and anyone saying the opposite has to be dead wrong #it doesn't help how difficult it is just to address any generation as if they are a monolith because none is #there are majorities and minorities within every age cohort and outliers and common groups #circles that never overlap as a venn diagram #it's part of what makes this subject so complex and complicated to navigate #in identifying the problems their extents and their solutions

[splodey-goat]

I do love that Tumblr is the only place on the internet I consistently see people still be like, really pretty steadfast morally on not giving the Harry Potter any money, but honestly the best part of that being site culture is people equating literally any media they don't like who's creator was on Newgrounds once with JKR.

Absolutely no sense of when to choose your battles. Like some IPs are uniquely massive and their creators uniquely destructive so even if the other media you're complaining about is legitimately the worst thing ever like, don't act like it's the same thing you know? Rings a lot of "I learned the words to sound good when I complain but didn't internalize the message" bells.

#specifically writing this cause I saw a post that was like #'oh so you'll boycott harry potter but not FNAF or Smiling Friends' and like #????? #Yeah the number of people who gave up real quick after Cawthon got outed as a political shitheel is a problem but Smiling Friends? #Is this an overlap in fandoms that OP has seen a lot? #I like Zach Hadel and Oney and I'm not gonna say they're doing the social justice world any favors but like #They're not making things WORSE they just never outgrew mid-00s internet culture #And it's one season of a show on a dying streaming service #Just tell me you hate that one friend in your social circle that likes the show goddamn

[mymarifae]

but like i am so serious. the akito-honami besties agenda. you are all going to look at it and understand it someday very soon (i finally drafted out a coherent pretty long fic about them becoming friends in my head) i’m making this everybody else’s problem

#LISTEN. they are both big soft sweeties who love to take care of their friends (as much as akito tends to hate to admit it) #they are both easily flustered and they both have a massive sweet tooth #they both struggle with abandonment issues and feeling like they're the weak link in their music/friend groups #honami is soft-spoken but she has this unwavering courage and determination about her that rivals akito's #just as he does she continues to persevere. and move forward. and seeks out constant self-improvement #just as he is she is always aware of her flaws and they both want to overcome them and prove everyone who ever doubted them WRONG #and their respective circles of friends overlap they're like . 1 and 1/2 degrees of separation from each other #like *gestures at honami's new friendship with ena* SHE'S RIGHT THERE. they are so close to Meeting #they would just Click on a fundamental level. i don't think friendship would be literally instant between them #but once they know who the other is they'll see that like 'oh shit we know all the same people and go to all the same places huh' #and they'll inevitably be drawn together. and then <3 besties. leave me alone

[stlaika]

I think by far the funniest part of the entire stupid marvel vs detective comics debate is that they literally share HUGE numbers of the same artists and writers. Imagine pointing at a writer's work and going "this work by [same writer's name] is better than yours lol" bc thats what yall r doing here

#the venn diagram overlap is practically a circle babes #paydja talks comics #marvel vs dc #oh and dont bring the cinematic universes into this ok bc thats a whole other can of worms

[longroadstonowhere]

oh

hm

i need to find/get a new story notebook sooner rather than later

(i have two and a half pages left in the current notebook, which sounds like a lot until you realize just how messy a writer i am)

#didn't even realize i'd used that many pages writing during the shows last weekend #(which yeah like most folks i find it easier to write when there's something else i kinda have to do but it doesn't take full attention) #(dunno if this is a most folks thing or an adhd thing that's almost an overlapping venn circle on tumblr it feels like sometimes) #anyway point is i should go through my stuff tomorrow and see if i have a notebook with empty pages for fics #because i don't like just getting a journal and only writing fic stuff in it #my current notebook was my math and science notebook from like seventh grade #eighth grade maybe? i can't remember when i did chemistry #think that was eighth grade actually #anyway point is this journal starts with the formula for finding the slope of a straight line so you know #it's a little old #oh hey there's a page on bernoulli's principle in here! #knew i knew it for a reason #this is why i love having notebooks with multiple things in it i get to rediscover stuff while flipping through #anyway dunno if anyone's missed my tag essays but this is certainly a doozy

[lewvithur]

today i found out the response you want to telling a friend you hooked up with a guy is not "oh i know him i went on a date with him too"

#bzz bzz #idek what it is it's just #oh wow overlapping social circles #or maybe the whole idea of differing opinions on a person #like am i wrong for having done it lmao

[a-frog-in-a-bog]

excuse me? what reason do you have to exclude the entire ace spectrum from lgbtqia+ spaces? does it bring you some sort of joy? we are a part of the community. think about how your unkindness impacts everyone else. and? why would you tag that with #asexual , #demisexual , etc?? to hurt and offend other people?

ok so notice how i specified that i was talking about cishets. specifically cishets with low libido. people who are definitely not lgbtq. i was not talking about the entire ace spectrum, or asexuals at all, actually. the reason i tagged the post with several ace tags is bc that's where people post about having low/no libido (and how it's "the queerest thing about them") the most. i was targeting cishets who enjoy cishet privilege and think that the lgbtq community is a cool kids club they can join for not being horny all the time. people who have the privilege of seeing the lgbtq community as a collection of cool flags and words to put in their bio to describe every aspect of their personality instead of a necessary joining of arms for survival. if you feel targeted maybe look inwards

#sorry i'm just tired of bad faith readings #btw asexuality and aromanticism aren't inherantly queer. if you can be gay and ace you can be straight and ace etc #that also means that asexuality and aromanticism aren't inherantly straight #i feel like i have to specify that since ppl hear me say the first part and go 'oh so you think all aces/aros are straight?' #um. no. not what i said. why do YOU think attraction is binary huh #in my head it's a bunch of overlapping venn diagrams but no two circles overlap completely and some don't overlap at all ya feel

[jamestaylorswift]

whenever I see fandom drama it’s literally like being back at college

#I could write a fucking dissertation on the social experience at [redacted] #(and other people have! 🫣🫢) #and I could write a dissertation about the taylor swift fandom #(which I’m sure people have) #and there would be a hell of a lot of overlap #there’s a je ne sais quoi about the various circles of the fandom and the power dynamics within and between them #granted it’s much different because it’s people being a fan of a celebrity and not you know. being a young adult at school #but it’s like. I think I’ve seen this film before #there’s ingrained cultures and subcultures and in groups and out groups and rituals etc etc etc #and I’m just here like *ben affleck smoking* #will I ever actually share my spicy thoughts? #probably not #suffice to say I have them. oh BOY do I have them #rambles

[clockwayswrites]

Black Smoke Custody: Watchtower drop in

WC: 504 Masterpost

Cleaned up an old, undone part of BSC for WIP Wednesday~ who knows if this will actually make it into the story, whenever I get around to it!

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Batman was mid sentence when Constantine jerked back from the meeting table. The base of the chair screeched against the floor as John pushed himself out of it.

"Constantine?" Batman asked; an order for information.

Constantine spun to look at him, blinking rapidly. Black smoke started to pour from the bottom of his trench coat. “Well, this is going to be a right mare.

He collapsed to his knees with a shout of pain. His fingers scrambled at the smooth floor. His back arched. Then as suddenly as it came, all the tension bled away. He slumped wearily onto his elbows.

Flash darted close only to stop himself short, hovering nervously around the Hellblazer. “Um, John?”

“Constantine,” Batman ordered again.

John ignored them both in favor of peeling back the lapel of his trench coat to peer at the smoke pooling there.

“What happened, kid?” His voice was gentle in a way that froze the rest of the founders, gentle in a way that they hadn’t heard from him before. It was still Constantine, still gruff and with that smoker’s rasp so it was unlikely they had to worry about a possession, but the tone was unmistakably softened.

The swirling black shifted, suddenly. John landed back on his ass as it curled around his torso tightly.

Constantine’s hand hovered just over the bulk of the smoke. “Okay, kid, you’re coming undone here. Can you pull yourself together a little?”

Slowly under Constantine’s gentle encouragement, the smoke condensed and started to solidify into a head with a unruly tuft of smoky black hair pressed tight into Constantine’s shoulder. Thin arms were wrapped around John’s waist. It was just as Constantine had addressed the being: a kid.

Wonder Woman lowered her blade.

“They found me!” The kid’s voice was filled with the static of a thousand overlapping voices at once. Superman flinched back at the sound, but Constantine didn’t even falter in the hand that was rubbing circles on the kid’s back. “They found me and I needed to—”

"Shit, fuck. It's okay. I've got you. You're safe. Nothing is going to get up here."

The kid froze— or froze as much as a being’s who’s form was made of soot and smoke was able to. “Up here?” They pulled their face away from Constantine’s shoulder just enough to glance around the room with startling bright green eyes. “Oh shit, this is the Watchtower! You’re in your meeting. I forgot, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to come up here!”

The kid started to practically disintegrate as they spoke. Their legs became see through and whole chunks of their arms were flaking away.

“Kid, Danny, don’t fade on me,” John urged. “It’s fine. It’s okay. I’m glad you came to me. You’re safer up here than anywhere. I’m sure that Bats will understand he can’t send you back when you’re in danger.”

As he said this, Constantine looked at Batman. His stare was burning— promising hell if Batman refused.

“Why don’t we get you settled,” Batman rumbled.

#dp x dc #dadentine #black smoke custody #fire core AU #wip wednesday

[iwillbestronger]

finally went to watch jurassic world 3 and was it objectively the best movie ever made? probably not. did it have dinosaurs and several hot women in it? absolutely. does that make it my favourite movie I've watched this year? it most certainly does.

#there are two circles. one is the movies critics say are good. the other one is movies i enjoy. the circles do not overlap. #fksksj no but for real though i have been looking forward to this movie for so long and i finally had the money and time to go see it #and let me tell you. it was so worth it #the pure nostalgia for the jurassic park films- excuse me while i CRY #oh yeah i did cry. like three times #my dinosaur nerd heart was just so so happy with this movie although you know. there could have been. more dinosaurs lmao #was the plot a bit confusing? yeah. but i get over these things quite quickly lol #if movie entertaining - then movie good. yes i am an expert #maybe im just too gay because all i could focus on was the fact that i uuuh want to sleep with every single female character in this movie? #(obviously excluding the you know. actual teenager don't be fucking gross) #but like......dewanda wise i am literally on my knees i- #uuuuh anyway this movie was good because i say so and if you didn't like it just say you hate fun and leave #debbie rambles

[dirtyvulture]

Something’s in the Air - Part 1

Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Summary: Natasha returns from a mission after being exposed to a chemical that makes her extremely, extraordinarily feral for you. 

Word count: 2362

AN: Here is the opening act of the long-awaited collaboration with @jedi-luca! Enjoy, sinners!

Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

Natasha races down the empty hallway, trying to ignore the blaring alarms and flashing lights overhead. She can’t read any of the symbols marking the doors, and all she knows is that she’s looking for one with a triangle in the center of three overlapping circles, like a variation on the classic biohazard sign.

“You find him yet, Nat?” Clint buzzes in her earpiece.

“Not yet,” she responds. 

“Well, you’ve only got about another minute before HYDRA agents flood the building–”

“I know!” she snaps, her eyes finally settling on a triangle surrounded by three circles. “I found it!”

“Get him and let’s go!”

Natasha doesn’t need to be told twice, and she inputs the ten-digit code into the keypad on the door. It lights green to grant her access and she steps into a tiny, square room, no bigger than a broom closet, the heavy steel door automatically closing behind her. 

“Uh oh,” she says when she hears the door click shut. 

Suddenly, a white smoke starts to fill the tiny room, jetting out from the piping running along the walls and ceiling. Natasha covers her mouth with her arm, fumbling on her belt for a proper mask. The smoke stings her eyes and burns her throat, but the initial shock of pain is quickly overtaken by a warm, fuzzy feeling. Natasha staggers back into the wall, not even feeling the impact of the solid concrete as her stomach clenches in a way that’s familiar and foreign at the same time. 

But just as quickly as it had started, the pipes stop pumping out the gas and it clears away through the vents. She wipes at her watering eyes and sees a door in front of her with no lock. More cautiously this time, she opens it and finds herself staring down a young boy behind a glass wall.

“Clint, I found him.”

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Natasha safely extracts the boy, wrapping him up in a ragged blanket she found on his bed, and carries him out in a bundle. She meets Clint just in time before the HYDRA agents realize their base has been compromised. They leave the boy in the custody of a SHIELD van and six agents. Natasha gives him a chocolate before they part ways. Her and Clint escape on the Quinjet, only breathing a sigh of relief once they are safely hidden amongst the clouds.

“When I was trying to get him, I got sprayed with something,” she tells him in a low voice.

“With what?” Clint doesn’t take his eyes off the dashboard.

“I don’t know.” 

“You seem fine.”

As if on cue, the same sharp pain that she experienced upon first inhaling the smoke punches her stomach again and she doubles over. 

“Shit,” she curses, trying to massage out the ache and feeling her cheeks flame in embarrassment when she finally realizes what the pain reminds her of. Although she wouldn’t describe it as a pain, but that feeling of being so aroused she wants to burst. 

“Nat?”

“Uh, never mind,” she says, not wanting to get into details with him.

“I’ll call ahead and have Dr. Cho ready to see you in the medical bay,” he says.

“I–Wait, I don’t think that’s necessary,” Natasha says, but Clint won’t listen to her, he’s already typing out a message to send to the doctor.

Natasha grumbles wordlessly and takes the seat next to Clint, glancing back to make sure the boy is okay. She isn’t sure about why HYDRA had him or why SHIELD made such a point to send in some of their best Avengers to free him. But sometimes, the less details they knew the better, and now she had to worry about what exactly had been in that smoke. 

She takes her phone out from the backpack under the chair and sends you a text. But it’s almost three in the morning, so her text goes unanswered. With another 30 minutes until they’re home, Natasha boredly scrolls back up in the conversation, her attention caught by some of the old pictures you’ve sent her.

The first one she looks at is probably the most innocent of the bunch, a slightly blurred snapshot of you post-workout, your skin gleaming with sweat and your muscles pumped. Natasha bites her lip as her eyes trace down the veins on your stomach, following their path to the waistband of your shorts, which is not quite low enough to reveal perhaps her favorite body part of yours. 

She quickly skips to the next picture, which is much more scandalous and should not be viewed in a public setting, but luckily Clint is sitting in front of her. You’re lying down, the camera positioned down towards your muscular legs, but Natasha’s attention is drawn to the thick cock you have your hand wrapped around. Her center clenches around nothing; Natasha wishes she had your length inside of her, ramming into her hard and fast, until you came undone and pumped your seed deep into her womb.  

“Fuck,” she mutters to herself, crossing one leg over the other, trying to alleviate the pulsing at her core and failing. There was still so much time left until they landed, she didn’t know how she was going to survive. Out of pure desperation, she considers touching herself (still in the vicinity of where Clint can hear her, but he can turn his hearing aid down, can’t he?) right there in the Quinjet, and it takes all of her mental strength to keep her hands on her knees. She doesn’t know what’s gotten into her, why she’s so horny all of a sudden. 

All she knows is if she doesn’t have you inside her in the next hour, she may actually die.

Using her advanced Red Room torture resistance techniques, Natasha barely clings to her sanity for the next 30 minutes. She grinds herself subtly on her seat, although it does next to nothing to ease the ache in her stomach. 

“Can’t you fly faster?” she asks Clint eventually through gritted teeth. “It’s not like there’s any traffic in the sky.”

“I’m doing my best,” Cint responds. 

“Well, going a little faster would be nice.”

Clint doesn’t bite back at her even though he wants to. Overall, Natasha seems okay even after her exposure to the unknown gas, but Clint knows his best friend better than herself. Something is bothering her–badly–and she doesn’t want to talk about it, which means it can only be one thing. 

Natasha wants to cry in relief when the iconic “A” of the Avengers Tower comes into view. She practically hijacks the controls from Clint trying to land the plane faster, but just before she can sprint out of the Quinjet, Clint grabs onto her.

“You have to see Dr. Cho first,” Clint says sternly, holding onto her arms in a vice grip. 

“I don���t want to see the doctor. I want Y/N,” Natasha says, almost in tears. Her core is practically on fire at this point and she wouldn’t be surprised if her panties are ruined. 

“Y/N will be there,” Clint assures her, dragging her to the elevator and going one floor down. Despite the early hour, Dr. Cho waits sleepily to greet them at the entrance of the medical bay. Natasha practically throws a fit as Dr. Cho escorts her to a private room, while Clint disappears without an explanation.

“I’m fine, Doctor,” Natasha insists as Dr. Cho has her sit down on the edge of the plastic bed. 

“Agent Barton said you may have been exposed to some unknown chemical,” Dr. Cho says, shining a bright penlight into her eyes and opening her mouth to examine her tongue and tonsils. 

“I’m fine,” Natasha repeats, shifting agitatedly and crinkling the white paper covering the bed. 

Dr. Cho squints at her. “I’ll be back to run some more tests,” she says, disappearing with a flip of her white lab coat. 

Natasha groans and falls back on the bed, unzipping the collar of her uniform down to her chest, flapping her hands to cool her face. She thinks back to the pictures of you she looked at on her phone and before she can even stop herself, sticks her hands down her pants, ignoring how unusually wet she is, her fingers gliding through her soaked folds to press into herself.

“Fuck,” she mutters, kicking her legs wider to find a more comfortable position. Natasha can easily fit three fingers into herself already, a feat that normally takes some working up to, although it pales in comparison to the size of your cock. She pants at the thought of you on top of her, your body hot and heavy against hers, the feeling of your muscles flexing as you devote your strength to pleasuring her. She clenches hard around her fingers, trying to imagine them as your cock instead, hard and throbbing, stretching her apart in the best of ways and filling her better than any toy or substitute can. 

Suddenly, there is a knock on her door and Natasha pauses mid-thrust.

“Nat? Babe, it’s me,” your croaky voice says on the other side.

“Come in!” she responds.

You open the door, still in your pajamas. Clint had called you until you woke up, telling you that while the mission had been a success, Natasha had come down with something and you needed to see her immediately. Without properly dressing, you staggered down to the medical bay, worried about your girlfriend despite your own exhaustion and delirium from being woken up at three in the morning. 

And now you stare at her, jaw dropped, as Natasha is lying on the hospital bed, her hand disappearing down her shorts, her forehead covered in a light layer of sweat. 

“Are you–” you start.

“I need you,” she begs, removing her hand and your heart thumps when you see that it is completely soaked in her slick. “Y/N, please, I need you.”

“What happened?” you ask, as your legs seem to have a mind of their own and gravitate to her side. Natasha reaches out for you, her hand twisting in the front of your shirt to draw you closer. She tugs it up, trying to shove her hand into the waistband of your shorts next and you stop her gently. “Nat.”

“I got sprayed with something while I was trying to free the subject,” she says, clawing at your abs. “At first it didn’t seem to affect me, but when we were on the way back, I just felt this overwhelming need…for you.”

“For me?” 

She nods, biting her lip and looking at you with her bedroom eyes. Suddenly, your whole body lights awake, and you strip out of your shirts and shorts, climbing on the bed with Natasha and the structure squeaks under your added weight. Natasha pulls you on top of her, frantically wiggling out of her suit so she can feel you skin-to-skin. She kisses you ferociously, bruising your lips and clacking her teeth against yours, but you respond with equal enthusiasm, not really sure why she’s so desperate for you all of a sudden but not going to complain either. 

You roll your hips in a gyrating motion, dragging your hardening cock along the insides of her slick thighs, unable to help yourself when you let out a moan at her impressive wetness. You’ve never seen her so ready for you, and you know you’ll have no trouble slipping inside. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Natasha pants, dragging her nails along the muscular planes of your back and gripping onto your butt. “Stop teasing, baby,” she begs, trying to guide you to her entrance but you hold back. 

“I haven’t even gone in and you’re already going to cum,” you point out, although you’re surprisingly close yourself, seeing how turned on your girlfriend is for you. You look down to see your cock shining with her wetness, the veins on it throbbing. 

“I can’t cum without you,” Natasha says, and you lose all patience and discipline. You line yourself up with her entrance and push in hard, moaning when wet velvet wraps around your cock and Natasha moans in absolute relief at finally being filled. You pound into her, the muscles in your thighs and abs flexing like steel bands. Natasha keens as she takes you, knowing that you’re the only one who can bring her to a high that will have her entire body shaking, her lungs screaming, her nails marking red lines down your shoulders and back that everyone will see when you go to the gym tomorrow.

“God, Nat, you’re so wet,” you say between thrusts, using all your strength to hold yourself upright, when Natasha’s pussy is so tight and hot around you that your thighs are trembling and you can’t focus on anything other than the heat between your legs. You want to last longer, so you broaden your strokes, slowing down your pace but burying yourself even deeper with each thrust.

“Yes, just like that,” Natasha moans as the head of your cock presses against her sensitive walls. “Keep going, baby. Don’t stop.” She wants you to be buried to the hilt when you release her load, she wants to drain you of every drop you have to offer.

“Almost…there…” you grunt, squeezing her hips tighter as you pin her against the bed. The ball of arousal in your stomach burns hotter as you near your peak, and Natasha knows your body well enough to sense that your finish is near. She pulses around you harder and you drop your head against her breasts, panting like you’re running the last mile of a marathon. “Nat, Nat I’m gonna–”

It takes one more powerful thrust that causes the entire hospital bed to collapse under your combined weight. You jerk your hips forward as your cum shoots out of your cock in short, hard bursts. Natasha practically cries in relief as you fill her to the brim. 

At the same second all of this is happening, Dr. Cho comes back into the room. She says nothing, only nodding in immediate understanding and quickly backing out. 

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AN: Part 2 by @jedi-luca is here!

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#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader

[angelltheninth]

With This Final Breath

Pairing: Male!Siren x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, choking, anatomy difference, possessiveness, hissing/growling, size difference, magic voice, praise, fear play, tentacles (choking/gripping), questionable ending

Word count: 1.5k

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A/N: Bold of me to write this when I suffer from thalassophibia. But I am dedicated! This is part of my monster event. Very late but I wasn't inspired before now.

There was something that beckoned you to swim out under the moonlight, past the safety line, to dive into the clear blue depths of the clear ocean. It was certainly dark down there, you could clearly see what was in front of you. But even through the water you could still hear it, the sweet, deep male voice singing to you.

"What a sweet angel fish I've caught this time." His voice echoed all around you, scaring you backwards and into... something, someone hard. A shark? No, you could feel the length of a body, a muscular body right behind you. "Careful. Don't drown on me."

Drown? Oh god, wait... you were underwater... alone with... who exactly?

On instinct you jerked away and up to the surface, taking a breath when you broke through, the cool night air clearing your head. You took in your surroundings. You were pretty far from the beach but, "I can make it there."

"Leaving already?" You whirled around, coming face to face with a... man? He looked like a man, a slightly blue tinted one but a man nonetheless, with long flowing midnight blue hair and deep red eyes. All red. But that wasn't what got most of your attention, it was the tail making a splash in the water, with a wide almost shark like fin. "You look sick. I don't want you to be scared of me."

No, but you were, you were so scared in fact that your body looked up looking at his sharp teeth that you started sinking under the surface again.

"Oh no you don't, not under my watch." He swam above you, his body lighting up in a bright white bioluminescent light. His whole body was now visible to you, the swarm of tentacles that floated in place of his left hand creeping close to you, wrapping around your hips, your forearms, your thighs, gentle as they pulled you close, "It's alright human." His lips overlapped against yours, something almost gelatin like filling your mouth, small like candy as you swallowed it down. You pushed him away, expecting to be drowning the second you did.

The feeling never came. You could breathe, you could open your eyes under water. You looked at him with wide eyes, still scared but also in awe.

"Can I-?" Before you even got the words out you realized that yes, you could talk underwater too. Was this a dream? Yeah it had to be, otherwise how could this be real? How could he be real? How could he smile at you like that, so softly. You needed to make sure.

You reached out, your hand slow in the water, to touch his face. He did a playful bite at you at which you jerked back, making him laugh in that melodious voice that drew you here in the first place. Hang on a second here, why were you in the middle of the ocean anyway?

"Why am I here? Are you... gonna eat me?" The fear was back, surrounding you again.

"If I wanted a snack I would have hunted the many fish in the ocean. No, I noticed you earlier in the day you see. You seemed like you belonged in the ocean, so natural, so talented, so beautiful." His hand was so cold on your cheek, the webbed fingers brushing your jaw line, down to your shoulder, "I simply had to get a closer look."

A closer look didn't sound like a bad idea actually, you had to know what you were dealing with. You circled him, taking note of his flowing hair, his tail moving back and forth, the big, sharp looking fin on his muscular back. He wasn't moving, letting you look all you want, but also not showing you the widening grin on his face which turned back into an innocent, if slightly cocky smile when you faced him again. "See? Not that scary am I, angel fish?"

Oh he was. Scary as fuck. And equally as hot.

"You just wanted to talk to me? Couldn't you have done that in a less creepy way?" Provoking him might not have been the best idea, he was definitely faster then you under water. But it seemed to make him happy, make him laugh.

"Apologies. I'll do so in the future. But I didn't just want to talk. I wanted to see if you were well suited, or if I had made a mistake by calling you out here." His smile widened, teeth flashing at you, yet his eyes were comforting, you barely even noticed the tentacles wrapping around you again, "Human, I want to make you mine."

At those words you felt them, around your neck, coiling slowly, moving, but not squeezing, "Y-Yours?"

"Mhm. All mine." With his hand he reached behind you to untie the top part of your swim suit, letting it float up. For whatever reason you offered no resistance, to entranced by his voice, "You see all of me, may this prince see all of you?"

You blinked rapidly, "Pr-prince?!"

"Oh." He chuckled, "Yes, my father is one Four Ocean Kings. And I believe I've found my treasure. So I ask again, may I see all of you?" He inched closer, his lips a breath away from yours as his hand moved down your body, fingering at the ties of your swimsuit.

"You may." The reply was breathy, your body jerking forward in his pull as you found yourself naked.

"What a divine sight before me. I'm sorry, I can't hold back any longer, this is all the strength that I have angel fish. I'm sorry." He pulled you close with force, tentacles opening your legs, lips on yours to swallow your moans as a thick, white cock pushed its way inside you. It was of an average human size thank god but you could feel a slightly rougher texture. "How? How can you be so warm on the inside? I feel like my cock is melting in your depths."

You tried to wrestle free of his tentacles, not to get away but to move against him. No budging, but he did allow you to breathe still, to clench and unclench your fists and moan as loud as you wanted. He moved you up and down slowly like you were but an object for his pleasure while his hand caressed your face and his eyes continued to roam and drink in the sight of your body.

His eyes light up when they landed on your exposed clit, "What's this?" His fingers touched it experimentally, just a light tap and your hips jerked into his hand. "Fascinating. Siren females don't have this. Does it feel good when I touch it?"

"Feels good. Too good. I can show you how." He looked at you, a little skeptical as he released one of your hands, the tentacle wrapping around your hips instead. "I like it like this." You showed him your finger circling the small bug, rough, then up and down and then sliding the entire length of your finger along.

"That- that feels, I can feel your walls tightening." He hissed, cock going rigid, moving you faster, up and down, teeth snapping at the water, creating small bubbles, "Let me try." His movements were frantic as his hand joined yours, trying to mirror your movements. It was so sloppy on his part but the combination of his fingers working together with yours, his tentacles beginning to grope your breasts and tighten around your neck while they rocked you on his cock was enough to send you over the edge. You saw white as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, his following closely behind.

His came when he pulled you close, abandoning your clit in order to wrap his arm around you and bring you against his chest. Oh, he was actually pretty big compared to you now that you were this close.

When you started to relax around him his tentacles let go of your throat, leaving a circular imprint behind. It swirled around, under your chin and brought you into a sweet kiss as your mind began to clear from your post orgasm haze. He pulled out, gooey cum spilling from you, pure white and floating and dissolving in the ocean around the two of you.

"Thank you for this experience human." He whispered into the top of your head, lips pressing against you for a moment, "I would... like to show you something as well. My home, its further down, way down in fact. But you don't have to worry." His cold lips and fangs grazed your ear, "I'm here. As long as you're by my side I'm the only person in this, and every other ocean, allowed to touch you." A surge of his protectiveness lulled you against him, that sweet voice making you lightheaded all over again, body tingly against his own. "Will you follow me there?"

"Yes." It was the only thing you could speak out. When he pulled back he gave you another soft smile, another soft kiss before descending with you into the cold, dark depths.

#monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster love #monster smut #monster x human #monster x girl #monster x you #terato #monster fanfic

[dontcallmemiki]

Both Steve and Eddie are famous. Steve is an actor and Eddie a musician. They are married, but no one except their friends knows because their circles don't overlap at all. But the world changed, so they decide its time to let the world know about their happiness.

It was a long discussion between Steve, Eddie and their managers. They've been together for so long, married for almost one year.

The most important question was how to let it out into the world.

In the end they decided to take it slow. Start to wear their wedding rings, stop dodging questions about relationships, let the world know that there is someone in their lifes.

The first one to tell the world he wasn't a single man was Steve.

It was in one of his interviews for a new movie he was starring in. It started with the boring questions

'How do you feel about the movie?'

'Are there some characteristics that you share with your role?'

'Is there something you would change about the script?'

And then it came. The personal questions.

'So... you are turning 37 this year..' The interviewer says

'Don't even mention it.' Steve laughs.

'...And all your fans are wondering if there is anyone special in your life?'

'Oh yeah' Steve says casually, as if this wouldn't be in the headlines in a few hours.

'Oh really?!' The interviewer exclaims, suprised.

Steve smiles sheepishly, raising his left hand. 'We've been actually married for almost a year. '

Everyone in the studio gasps.

'Really? And who is the lucky person?'

Steve smiles, looking at his ring fondly. 'I would like to keep that a secret for now.'

The news is all over the magazines, everyone trying to find who's Stve Harringtons spouse.

It starts to be Steves and Eddies evening ritual. Going through the magazines and Internet forums, reading out the most bizarre theories.

No one is getting even close.

Eddies time comes two months later. He's in an interview with his band after a new album release. They discuss the songs, which they like the most, which took them the longest to finish....

Then the interviewer starts to talk about their image. How it changed through the years.

'Well.. but there is one thing that hasn't changed much in years. Ed Munsons rings.'

Eddie wiggles his fingers to show them of.

'The fans are curious about them. Could you tell us where you got each of them and what they mean to you?'

So Eddie does, leaving the most important for the end.

'And this one..' He twists his wedding ring. His bandmates give him encouraging pats on the back.

'This one is my wedding ring.'

The room is silent for a few beats, everyone in the production looking surprised.

'Oh wow...' The interviewer says evidently taken back. 'And who is the lucky woman?'

Eddie grins 'Oh no no no. I'm married to a man.'

The interview then continues, Eddie brushing off every question about his spouse.

The news are everywhere after that. The theories are even more crazyer than Steves - Eddie being very touchy person doesn't help.

It takes another few months until Steve and Eddie have opportunity to continue with their 'coming out'.

Steve has taken a main role in a movie for which Eddie makes soundtrack.

It all comes to an end at a premiere screening. They sit two seats from each other, barely interacting.

The audience gives the crew plenty of questions about the movie until one person asks:

'Both Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington recently got married and both of their spouses are unknown to the public. Could I ask you, are your spouses here for the screening?'

Both Eddie and Steve try to not laugh while answering that, yes their spouses are, in fact here.

And it's only after the screening that they stand next to each other to take a photo, hands around each others waist in a way their rings are visible.

Eddie whispers into Steves ear close enough for his lips to touch his skin 'I bet they still won't figure it out.'

And he's kind of right because no-one at the festival notices. It's the fans that see it on the photos and are like 'wait a second....they are wearing the same rings? And they both got married around the same time? Hold up...? We actually saw them hang out few times?'

Steve and Eddie officially announce their relationship after the movie is officially out - still enjoying their evenings of reading the speculations (they like to share with public their favourite ones)

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie au #there is no upside-down #both are famous

[urfavstargirl1]

rainy daze - an eddie munson one shot

eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie takes you back to his trailer on a rainy fall day to cuddle, watch movies, and makeout have fun

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Cw: inexperienced!reader with strict parents, fluff, kissing, like ooey gooey fluff, teasing, rainy day hangs with bf!Eddie, meeting Wayne for the first time, nudity

You and Eddie had made plans to hang out after school today. You thought about going to the movies or hanging out at StarCourt, that is until the day finally arrived and by last period it still hadn’t stopped raining. 

It was a cool autumn day and the rainfall was welcomed, but all it made you want to do was cuddle up on the couch to a movie and a box of pizza. But as long as you were with Eddie, you didn’t really care what you did.

You and Eddie had recently started dating. The circles you ran in overlapped and after having seen him at enough social functions, you got to talking and started getting closer till one day, it became just the two of you. 

You had gone out on several dates and you were sure to become boyfriend and girlfriend soon, but he still hadn’t kissed you, yet. He definitely tried, but you were so nervous because of your lack of experience that anytime he tried to get close enough, you dodged his advances or made some excuse to avoid him. 

You were worried he would start to think you weren’t interested in him in that way, which couldn’t be more wrong, but it was too embarrassing to admit the truth. For the time being, he was being respectful enough of your space, but the anticipation of things escalating was eating at you. You tried not to let the thoughts consume you too much. Today would be about spending time with Eddie and not putting any pressure on yourself to do anything you’re not ready for. 

You and Eddie had passed notes between classes and agreed that he would meet you up at your locker after school and head over to his trailer to hang out. When your last class of the day let out, you eagerly skipped over to your locker. It was Friday, so you switched out some items you wouldn’t need for the weekend with items you did.

After being in the zone, deciding between books, a pair of arms slinks their way around your waist and a certain someone’s chin finds its place along your shoulder. 

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice cooes in your ear.

You jump slightly, not having heard him approach. You turn your head slightly and see his beautiful brown eyes lovingly gaze into yours. You press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Hi Eddie.”

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, just need to get some things from my locker,” you say as you pack up the remaining items into your backpack. 

Eddie squeezes you tighter, making you giggle. He presses a kiss to your temple, with an audible, “mwah”,  before unraveling his arms. 

You close the locker door and zip up your backpack. Before you can even sling it over your shoulder, Eddie swipes it from you and slings it over his.

You scoff, “Eddie, I can carry my own backpack.”

“Yeah, I know. Wouldn’t want those precious little arms of yours getting tired though,” Eddie explains as he wiggles his fingers along your arms, making you laugh from the ticklish sensation.

“C’mon,” Eddie leads and the two of you start walking down the hall, walking across the rest of Hawkins High to get to the student parking lot.

“How was your day sweetheart?” Eddie asks as he wraps an arm around your waist. You reciprocate the gesture and lean into his touch.

“It was good. The heater wasn’t working in half of my classes so it was kind of cold. But, in my English class I got that essay I was really stressed about back and I ended up getting a B+ on it!”

“Hey look at you, my smart girl. I told you you’d do great on it.” Eddie cheers as he looks down at you.

“Thanks Eddie,” you blush, “How was your day?”

“It was alright. I was practically army crawling my way through a test in Ms.O’Donnell’s class.”

“Oh, no! That bad?”

“Yeah, it’s whatever though. And then some of the guys from Hellfire club wanted to hang out tonight but I told them I couldn’t. Already made plans with my girl.”

“Your girl,” you smirk at him teasingly.

Suddenly, a large clap of thunder roars outside, slightly rattling the lights hanging overhead.

“That can’t be good,” you say worriedly. There aren’t any windows in the halls, so you have no idea how bad the weather is outside.

“It’s ok darling, you’re safe with me,” Eddie nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head.

You continue walking with Eddie and as you reach the main doors you see a heavy rain pouring outside. You look at Eddie with concern. A flash of lighting splays across the dark clouds. The rain comes down harder and faster, making it hard to see past a few yards.

You consider waiting out the storm. It’s been raining all day, but not like this. Maybe the intense part will pass soon. You and Eddie decide to wait around a bit to test the theory. You lean against the wall, Eddie caging you in with his arms. You talk about little things to pass the time, twirling your finger in his hair or tracing your fingers along his arms.

At a certain point, a few of the Hellfire boys run into you and say hi to Eddie. They tease him for ditching them for you, but Eddie gives it to them right back and you smile at the boyish camaraderie. 

After twenty or thirty minutes have passed, the rain barely slows down. It was still coming down hard, but you could at least see further into the horizon. Eddie’s stomach begins to rumble and you look up at him. You reach forward and rub your hand along the fabric covering the taut skin.

“Are you hungry?”

Eddie nods and exhales through his nose, “Yeah, little bit.”

You look out the window. “Should we just chance it and get out of here? I don’t think the rain is gonna slow down anytime soon.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right.”

“Will you be okay to drive in the rain like this?”

“Yeah, I’ll be alright,” Eddie smiles as you brush your fingers through his bangs. “I’m parked all the way at the edge of the lot though. Up for a little adventure?”

“Always,” you wink.

Eddie grabs your hand and leads you to the door, “Ready to make a run for it?”

You nod and the two of you run out the door and across the parking lot. You dodge a few other students waiting under their umbrellas or cars slowly milling about the parking lot. You bolt across the lot, splashing in the newly formed puddles.

You shriek as you feel your Converse submerge completely in one particularly deep puddle. As you keep running, you feel the rain dampen your sweater and jeans. The cold water pelting against your skin. Eddie holds your hand tightly as you two run in the pouring rain. 

By the time you make it inside the van, both of your clothes are drenched. Your hair drips with water along the seats.

“Eddie,” You whine as you laugh at the sight of his hair clinging to his pale skin. He runs a finger through his hair and it flops back down. Little droplets of water hang off his nose and eyelashes. You lean over and press a kiss on his cheek, hand cupping it afterward. He smiles down at you. 

“We’re soaking wet,” You say as you feel a shiver run through your skin, “And it’s cold.” 

Eddie removes your hand and thumb rubbing over his cheek and presses his lips to the back of your hand. Eddie starts the car and maneuvers the buttons on the dash to turn on the heater.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll get us somewhere warm and dry,” he says as he looks in the rearview mirror. 

He expertly pulls out of the parking lot and carefully makes his way to the main road. As they travel further away from the school, the rain dulls to an incessant pitter patter along the car windows. 

Black Sabbath plays along the van sound system. The slower songs paired with the gloomy skies outside and the white noise of the raindrops along the glass lull you to a light sleep. When Eddie notices, he looks over at you and smiles in awe.

When you arrive at the trailer, the rain is still pouring, but the skies aren’t as dark or tinged with strikes of lighting. 

Eddie nudges you awake and you flutter your eyes open.

“We’re here sweetheart,” he says and you adjust to your new surroundings. You stretch out your arms and unbuckle your seatbelt. 

You both rush outside and Eddie opens the door for you. You step through carefully, not wanting to drag in any water or mud.

“Hey Uncle Wayne,” Eddie calls out from behind you. You look up and see an older man with gray hair and a gray mustache sitting on the couch in front of you. “I brought someone over.”

“You two get caught in the rain?” Wayne asks as he lifts himself up from the couch.

You’ve been over to the trailer before but Wayne was usually out at work. Your eyes widen at the realization that you’re going to be meeting Eddie’s uncle for the first time, in a state like this no less.

“Yeah we did. Y/N this is my Uncle Wayne. Uncle Wayne this is Y/N,” Eddie announces as he shuts the door and takes off his shoes.

Wayne stands in front of you, “So this is the famous Y/N I've been hearing so much about.”

Your eyes widen and you look over at Eddie who’s shaking off his jacket.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Munson,” you greet with a smile as you reach out to shake his hand. 

“Please, Mr. Munson was my father, call me Wayne,” Wayne smiles.

Out of respect, you know you probably will not be calling him Wayne but you nod as if you will.

“I apologize for showing up unannounced. The rain kind of put a damper on our plans.”

“No worries dear, make yourself at home.”

“Thank you sir.” You smile at him.

“I did some grocery shopping earlier so the two of you are more than welcome to anything in the kitchen,” Wayne looks from you to Eddie before making his way back to the couch.

Eddie nods and you thank Wayne again. You look at Eddie pointedly and whisper, “Eddie, say thanks to your uncle.”

“What? It’s fine. I don’t need to–”

“Yes you do. It’s the polite thing to do.”

Eddie exhales, “Thanks Uncle Wayne.”

Wayne chuckles and smiles at the two of you, “No problem son. I head out for work later so make yourselves at home.”

“C’mon,” Eddie grumbles as you remove your shoes.

Eddie leads you over to his room and starts rummaging through his drawers. 

He gives you a messy pile of clothes, “Here, you can change into these.”

You look up into his eyes and briefly scan the room. “Um, I’m gonna go to the bathroom”

Eddie slightly cocks his head to the side and frowns, “Okay”

You make your way into the small bathroom. You turn the fluorescent light on and close the door behind you. You lock it and proceed to look at yourself in the murky mirror. Your makeup miraculously hasn’t been ruined, but your hair is wet like you just got out of the shower. 

You slowly peel off your soaking wet sweater and wring it out in the sink. You search around for a towel and find an extra one under the sink. You dab at your cold wet skin and shiver from the exposure to the air. Your bra is slightly damp, but dry enough to keep on. 

You place the faded black tee shirt with a gray skull and skeletons that says black sabbath underneath on. The worn cotton feels warm and dry on your smooth skin. You bring the collar to your nose and smile as you breathe in the scent.

Just like Eddie.

You peel off your socks and jeans. The chafing of the wet raw denim against your skin leaves it smooth and cold. You pat down your legs with the towel and unfold the other garment he gave you. The black and white checkered bottoms appear to be what you can only assume are boxer shorts. 

The thought of wearing them brings a nervous flush to your face. Even though they’re presumably clean, these are the sort of thing that Eddie probably wears as underwear which feels incredibly intimate to wear now, even over your own underwear. 

You take a deep breath in and put them on anyway, not having much of a choice in terms of dry clothing. You look at yourself in the mirror once more. If you would’ve known a month ago that you would be standing in Eddie Munson’s bathroom, wearing his clothing, you might have laughed at the thought, but now, here you are, nervously giddy about it all. 

You move over and drape your wet clothing flat along the bathtub. You gather the towel and use it to wring out and dry off the rest of your hair. When you’re finally satisfied with your appearance, you walk out of the bathroom and slowly pad your way over to Eddie’s room. 

“Eddie,” You softly call out, “I’m done with the bath…room.”

You stop short in the doorway as you see Eddie’s bareback. He’s fixing his hair in the mirror across from the doorway while wearing nothing but flannel pajama pants. 

You’re frozen in place as you see the muscles contract with every movement of his arms. Eddie spots you in the reflection and smiles, gaze lingering at the exposed skin of your legs. You cross one arm across your stomach to grab onto the other arm.

He turns around and walks over to you. Your gaze travels to his smooth chest and soft stomach and all the tattoos that adorn his milky skin in between. 

“Hey sweetheart, are the clothes okay?” He asks as he brings you in for a hug. Your cheek pressed against the surprisingly warm and dry skin of his chest. God does he feel good.

You nod and hum as you nuzzle your cheek against his chest. “Mhm.”

Eddie chuckles and you can feel it vibrate in his body. You pull away slightly and smile up at him.

“You can keep the shirt, you know.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, you’re my girl, you deserve to have my favorite sabbath shirt.”

“Oh,” you whisper with wide eyes, realizing the implications of his words. “Thanks Eddie.”

“You feeling better sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” You nod as Eddie walks past you toward the door way.

“By the way, I used one of the towels from under the sink,” You say, thinking Eddie was going to the bathroom.

“That’s okay,” he replies and shuts the door to his room. 

You gulp. A shiver runs down your spine, but it’s not from the cold. In fact, your skin is ablaze and without looking in the mirror, is presumably red from the way it feels.

“Your uncle let’s you bring girls over? And allows you to be alone with them in your room? With the door closed?” You ask as Eddie opens the doors to his closet and searches through it.

“Uh, yeah, I guess. When you put it like that.”

You don't want to state the obvious, but dear god is it astounding to you that something like this is happening. That something like this is possible for other people because there is no way in hell anything like this could transpire under your parent’s roof.

A loud clap of thunder fills the air and you jump slightly from the noise. Eddie looks over at you and you press your lips together to force a smile. 

He walks over to you and places his hands on you shoulders. The sight of his damp hair and uncovered skin paired with his proximity is intoxicating. You feel like you can hardly breathe or might pass out. You try to focus instead on his big puppy dog brown eyes.

“You okay?”

You nod. Eddie’s eyes move to the bed next to you. “C’mon.”

He lets go and walks over to the side of the bed. He climbs onto it and you can see the lines of his muscles flexing as he does so. He sits against the bedframe and the skin of his stomach settles into adorable lines.

Your feet are glued to the ground as you observe Eddie. He seems so comfortable. How could anyone be comfortable in the presence of someone of the opposite sex? How could anyone be so comfortable in such an intimate setting?

“C’mere,” Eddie says as he pats the space next to him.

Eddie wants you to be on the bed… with him?

You slowly make your way over, because you do want to be on the bed with him too, but it’s so nerve wracking. You walk to the other side of the bed and stare at it blankly. 

“C’mon,” Eddie coaxes as he peels back the comforter and runs his hand along the sheets.

You gulps and climb onto the bed. You sit down, with your back against the headboard, at a respectable distance from him. You avoid his gaze and close your eyes, taking a deep breath in. You try to calm yourself down and pray that Eddie can’t hear how loud and fast your heart is racing.

“Why are you so far away?” Eddie pouts, outstretching his arms, opening and closing his grabby hands to scoop you up and bring you closer to him. “C’mere.”

You open your eyes and look at him nervously. Your legs drape over his lap and he runs his fingers along your shins.

Eddie just his bottom lip out, “Am I that scary you want to be so far away?”

“No I just—“

“I promise I won’t bite,” Eddie says and leans forward lips inches away from yours, “unless you want me to.”

You gasp and look at his shit eating grin with wide eyes. 

Your lashes flutter rapidly and heat spreads through your chest. You shake your head and run your hand over your face. He’s so close you can smell him. That mixture of musk emanating from his bare skin, cigarette smoke from the nearby ashtray, and mint on his breath is altogether intoxicating.

“I just want to be close to you, is that okay?”

You peek at him between your fingers. Eddie gingerly brushes his fingers along your own and slowly peels them away. He holds them in his own between your laps. 

“Are you okay?”

You look down at your lap. Your brows furrowed in concentration. How do you tell someone that their presence makes you nervous? How do you reconcile the fact that you want to touch someone so badly but feel some unknown force won’t let you.

“Yeah,” You reply.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” you say in a high pitch, “Um just nervous I guess.”

“Nervous? Why's that?”

You look up at him and cocks a brow. You flicker your eyes up and down his torso. You wave your hand and look around the room, “I mean look at us.”

Eddie raises a brow, “What about it?”

“I know this might be normal for you but this is not normal for me.”

“I know, but you’re doing so well.” Eddys ducks his head down slightly and peers up at her. She looks into his precious pleading brown eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that,” You wave a hand in front of his face.

“Like what?” He smugly grins.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about! You’re doing it right now!”

“I really don’t Y/N”

You huffs, “You know the look Eddie. The soft dazzling eyes. The pouty expressive lips.”

Eddie smirks and you scowl.

“You know why I do it?” Eddie leans closer

You jerk your head back slightly and look at him in confusion.

“I do it because I know how much you like it.”

You scoff, “What? Who says I like any of it? You must be out of your mind Munson.”

You press your pointer finger to his forehead to push it away, but Eddie grabs your hand by the wrist and turns it so your palm faces you. He brings your hand to your chest right above your heart.

“Oh yeah? Then what else could be making your heart beat like that?”

You’re frozen in Eddie’s touch. How could he possibly know?

“What else could bring such an adorable pink flush to those sweet little cheeks,” he says as he cups your face. 

You smile at the touch, flustered by his observation but touched by his care.

You look up at him and he’s looking down at you with adoration. 

“What’s going on princess,” he whispers as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.” He asks as his hand drops down to your waist. He rubs circles with his thumb over the fabric of your new shirt.

You furrow your brows in concentration, figuring out the right thing to say. 

“I…I like being here with you. And being like this,” You gesture towards your intertwined ligaments, “It’s just really new for me though. It can be a lot to handle sometimes.”

“That’s okay. Whatever you’re comfortable with, we can do that. Just say the word and I’ll do anything you ask.”

You gaze into his eyes and see a deep sincerity. 

“That means if you want me close,” He leans so far forward that your foreheads and noses touch but both your eyes are open so his look like they merge into one and the sight makes you giggle, “Then I can be close.”

He pulls away and leans dramatically backward. In a silly voice he says, “And if you want me far I can be far away.”

You lean over and grab him by the shoulders, pulling him back to you. You smile as you look into his eyes and whisper, “Close… I want you close.”

He shifts his torso to face you, “Yeah? How close?”

He presses his weight onto one hand and uses his upper body strength to climb on top of you. You shift your body down the mattress so you lie down with your head resting on the pillow.

His body hovers above you, arms fully outstretched and locked as if he were about to do a pushup. “This close?”

“Closer,” you giggle.

He leans forward a few inches. “This close?”

“Closer,” you whisper.

And suddenly, like a switch flipped on, you need Eddie. You need every inch of his skin to be touching every inch of your skin. You need the weight of his body on yours. You need your fingers to comb through the waves of that luscious head of hair. You need… Eddie’s lips on yours. And you need it right now.

“Like this?” Eddie asks, this time, close enough that his lips brush yours with every word he speaks. 

He’s far enough away that you can still look at him and lock eyes with him. 

“Closer,” you whisper before fluttering your eyelids close and letting Eddie close the distance between you. He leans down and presses the weight of his body against yours. He brushes a gentle kiss to your lips. The pressure is light letting you relish in the pillow softness of his lips. 

He pulls away and goes back in for another kiss, this time with more pressure. Your hands crawl up to the sides of his head, fingers combing through his hair. 

“More,” you whisper against his lips. 

“Hm?” he pulls back and looks at you for confirmation. 

Your fingers move down to the base of his throat. “I want more. I’m… I’m ready for more Eddie.”

Hunger takes over those big brown eyes you love, till it’s nothing but pupils blown out with lust. 

“Ask and you shall receive princess,” Eddie whispers with a cocky grin before leaning down again.

He presses his lips against yours and he begins to move his lips. Instinctively, you move your lips against his. You let your lips explore his till their movement settles in on a perfect rhythm. 

You bring your chest up to meet his and return your fingers to their rightful place between tufts of his hair. You pull lightly at the scalp, eliciting a groan from Eddie which vibrates its way into your own mouth. The sensation makes you let out a small gasp. 

Eddie chuckles at the sound, admiring the way you’re enjoying yourself. He uses one hand to feel against your skin. He places his hand along your waist, squeezing it as he brings it closer to his own. You moan into the kiss and Eddie smiles.

“You like that?” Eddie asks between kisses.

“Mhm,” is the best response you’re capable of.

Once you’re at a comfortable pace, Eddie kicks things up a notch and starts swiping his tongue along your bottom lip. You gasp as the unexpected sensation, and Eddie uses the moment to gain entrance to your mouth. You imitate his movements and move your lips and tongue to explore his. 

“God you taste so good,” You whine along his lips. Eddie smirks and deepens the kiss. Your lips become a game of touch and go, heat emanating from your skin. His touch is needy and fervent and yours is hungry and demanding. 

But then Eddie begins to slow down the pace and you’re slightly confused. The confusion continues when Eddie pulls away. You whimper at the loss of contact till you feel it replaced by the touch of his lips along the skin of your cheek, then your jaw, and finally along your neck.

Eddie places sloppy kisses along your neck. His lips go down in an open mouthed kiss along your throat. He presses more kisses in various spots till a certain one elicits a particularly loud gasp from your throat. 

You look at Eddie, chest heaving at your breathlessness. He smiles determinedly before returning back to that same place and putting another open-mouthed kiss along it. A moan threatens to bubble up in your throat, but you push it down. 

“Wanna hear you,” Eddie mumbles along your skin before he begins nipping at the sensitive spot. He licks a stripe and begins sucking at the spot. 

You faintly gasp, picking up on what he’s doing.

“Eddie,” you breathlessly call out. He hums along your skin in acknowledgment. 

“Are you giving me a hickey?”

He looks up at you, eyes glossy and in a daze, “Yeah, if that’s okay?”

“It feels good, but what if someone sees it?”

Eddie presses a light kiss to the spot on your neck that hasn’t been touched enough for a bruise to form yet. 

“That’s kinda the point baby. Want everyone to know who you belong to.” Eddie leans forward and presses a kiss to your lips. 

“No, I mean like, what if my parents see. I can’t exactly hide it when it's all the way up here,” you point to the area on your neck. 

“Guess I’ll just have to choose some more prime real estate,” he teases. 

He kisses you and you two make out for a little while longer before Eddie asks if he can take off your shirt. When you let him, you feel like something shifts. Like he’s not just seeing a new side of you, but you're seeing a new side of him too and even a new side of yourself.

The feeling of his skin on yours is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It feels so perfect to be touching him in this way. And while you’ve never gotten a hickey before, you feel somewhat proud and excited at having many to wake up to on your chest tomorrow morning. You’ll just need to make sure to wear a high collared top at home. 

You spent the rest of the afternoon and evening making out with Eddie. At a certain point, the rain slows down and you don’t even register that Wayne has gone till you go out to the living room and call to order a pizza. 

You and Eddie hang out on the couch and watch a scary movie as the sun sets. You lay down on him, with a blanket draped over your bodies. You kiss him at any and all random moments. You’re thrilled at the fact that you can now kiss Eddie Munson at any moment you desire which now feels like every waking second.  

After the pizza arrives and you’ve downed the majority of the box, saving a few slices for Wayne, you go back to his room to mess around even more. Despite being nervous before, you were glad you took the leap of faith and went to that next level with Eddie.

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