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wynnyfryd · 1 year

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hey, quick question but what if Eddie hadn’t just said “make him pay” at the end? what if he’d actually done it, screwed up his face and his single scrap of courage and kissed Steve hard, one desperate press of lips before he stepped back out of Steve’s space? Only…

Only Steve’s not gay. He’s not. Not that there’s anything wrong with it if Eddie is, but he isn’t. Steve likes girls, is kind of hung up on one girl in particular, actually, and she’s standing right behind him watching this go down, and oh, God is this awkward now.

He squares his shoulders, gives Eddie a nod that he hopes conveys something like “sorry” and “it’s okay” and “I’m not gonna punch you when this is over, man, I’m really not,” but Eddie’s eyes cut away and he clears his throat and then Nancy’s saying, “Steve? Steve, we need to go.”

So Steve goes.

Steve goes, trudges through the woods with Nancy radiating uncomfortable energy all down his side, and Steve’s got a pit in his stomach and a scorch mark on his mouth where Eddie’s lips left a fucking brand, the kiss repeating on a loop in his mind. He starts thinking about how he’s probably about to die, how he’s gonna die feeling all upside down in the Upside Down and it’s a really stupid joke but it gets him mulling over the fucked up weird life he has now versus the one he always kinda thought he wanted. He tells Nancy about it: the crawling backwards, the thump on the head, how she’s always his co-captain in his Winnebago dreams.

She looks at him with soft, sad eyes — God, her eyes are always so sad, have been ever since the day Barb disappeared — and she rests a delicate hand on his forearm and asks, “Do you think… do you think maybe it’s always me in your dream because I’m the only person your mind thinks it’s allowed to put there?”

“What do you mean?”

“Steve.” Her eyes aren’t so soft now. They’re shining with that hard glint they get when she’s lost patience with Steve’s bullshit. It’s a look Steve knows well, and his hand comes up to touch his lips.

“But I- I’m not…”

“Just go,” she says, her jaw set, all that unbreakable resolve on display. “Robin and I can handle this. Go.”

Robin turns back to look at him over her shoulder, gives him an encouraging nod, and Steve takes off running, sprinting through the trees, following the sound of screeching bats.

When he bursts through the treeline, panting and sweating and clutching at his torn-up sides, Eddie’s in the middle of a maelstrom, his makeshift shield held in a shaking grip as an army of bats encircle him.

“Eddie!” Steve shouts, lungs burning as he begs his feet to move faster, to run fucking run because one of the bats dives at Eddie’s head and another takes a bite out of his leather sleeve; a third one whips a tail around Eddie’s ankle and then Eddie’s going down, pulled to the cracked, filthy earth by gnashing teeth and bloodied claws, and they’re eating him, getting at all those squishy vital bits around his middle when Steve finally hacks his way through the horde to get to Eddie’s side. Armed with an ax and Eddie’s spear, Steve strikes and slashes blindly at the wall of shrieking monsters as they start circling tighter, caging them in, and he’s dead they’re both dead they’re so fucking screwed—

The bats drop. All at once and with no reason Steve can discern, their screams fall silent and their bodies squelch all around them as they slap the hard ground like dead fish on a dock.

Steve drops to his knees beside Eddie, and Jesus Christ, there’s- there’s so much blood oh God oh fuck.

“Bad, huh?” Eddie asks, and how is he still smirking when there’s blood spilling out of his mouth? When there’s a chunk missing out of his jaw?

“Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ,” Steve mumbles frantically, not sure if he’s praying or panicking or both. He gets his shirt off, rips at the remaining scraps of Eddie’s, too; starts using them to make bandages. “Shit, Eddie, just- just hold on, okay? Stay with me.”

He wriggles a scrap of fabric under Eddie’s brutalized torso, and Eddie screams when Steve pulls it tight around his sides, ties it off and presses down, trying to slow the bleeding. There’s so much fucking blood. His knees slip in it as he ties a tourniquet just above Eddie’s elbow, hoping it’ll save Eddie’s mangled arm, and he bunches the last of the fabric up and presses it to the shredded edges of the wound on Eddie’s face.

Eddie smiles up at him with tears in his eyes, with blood on his lips. “Pretty- pretty grand gesture for a guy you don’t want to kiss.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Steve says, and he’s crying, too. “I don’t- I just…”

“Steve,” Eddie chokes, his breath whistling out with a sickening wheeze, and Steve doesn’t know how the fuck he’s going to get him through the gate and back to safety without making him bleed out. “Steve, it’s… s’okay. M’sorry I kissed you, man.” His eyes are glazing over, and no, please, please, don’t—

Eddie looks up at him, brow furrowed, like it’s taking a lot of effort. His eyes are still so pretty, even now, as Steve hovers helplessly and watches the light slowly leave them. “Actually, I- I guess m’not,” Eddie slurs. “Had to do it at least once b-before I- before I—”

“EDDIE!!!!” a furious, cracking voice echoes through the empty park. Eddie’s trailer door bangs open, falling off its hinges, and a limping Dustin Henderson comes storming across the lot.

“Dustin!!” Steve hollers back, relief flooding his veins like maple syrup straight from the tap, and incredibly (hysterically, he’s probably in shock), he’s laughing when he looks back down at Eddie. Eddie, who’s half dead in his lap, whose blood is all over Steve’s pants. Who Steve might be able to save now.

He shakes Eddie’s shoulders and says, “You can kiss me all you want when we make it out of here, man,” his voice all high-pitched and full of phlegm and trapped somewhere between a laugh and a sob, and Eddie’s eyes go wide at the promise in Steve’s words.

“Dustin!” Steve yells again, pleading, “Dustin, come on, come help me move him!”

It’s slow going, but they get Eddie through the gate, get him taped up so he’s more bandage than boy by the time the ambulance arrives. A medic claps Steve on the shoulder and says ‘You did good, kid,’ and Steve cries at that and then spends an annoying amount of time crying over the next few days, curled up in a rickety chair at Eddie’s bedside in the hospital.

More tears when Eddie finally wakes up. Happy ones this time, and there’s a parade of people coming in to hug Eddie and give him flowers and even Hopper gives him a grudging hair ruffle and an attaboy, and then Steve’s driving Eddie home in the Beemer; gets all the way to the driveway before Eddie brings it up.

“Did you mean it?” he asks, his voice timid and barely audible over the hum of the car.

Steve cuts the engine. “Hmm?”

“Did you, um- the thing, that you…” Eddie spins a ring around on his finger, lets out a frustrated huff. “I mean, I didn’t die, right? I made it out of there, so…?”

You can kiss me all you want when we make it out of here.

Steve’s ears burn at the memory, his mouth going dry, and he must take too long to answer because Eddie starts trying to backpedal. “Sorry. Sorry, you said you’re not— I just thought, maybe— shit, uh, f-forget I said-”

“No! No, um.” Steve scratches the back of his neck. “Turns out I kind of am. Or, like. Well, I mean, Robin said liking both is its own thing, it’s not a mix of the two, but…”

“…But both?” Eddie finishes, and his eyes are sparkling.

“Yeah. Both,” Steve shrugs. It’s getting easier to say. “…Mostly just you, though.”

“Oh, just mostly, huh?” Eddie teases, unbuckling his seatbelt so he can lean into Steve’s space.

Steve’s face feels too warm. His neck is probably all splotchy. “Whatever. Are you gonna shut up and kiss me already or what?”

“Uh huh,” Eddie grins and runs his tongue over his teeth. “Many times as I want, right?” He brushes Steve’s hair behind his ear, his calloused fingers so gentle against Steve’s jaw as he lines their faces up.

“How many times is that?” Steve whispers.

“Mm….” Eddie’s mouth brushes against his. “Start counting and let’s find out.”

#‘hey quick question’ she says and then writes 1400 #lmao whoops #steddie #steddie fic #steddie drabble #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #dustin henderson #happy sunday i know i promised more yogi steve he’s COMIN but in the meantime have whatever this is

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puckinghischier · 5 days

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Desperate for Dessert

Nico Hischier x fem!reader

WARNING: smut!! 18+ only. minors DNI. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it). oral(f!receiving). p in v.

summary: anon request for the smut implied at the end of suds n sorrows

notes: this is my first time ever writing smut, so don’t hate me if it’s terrible. i tried 😭

part 2 to this!

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“Nico, you’re going to get the bed all wet!”

“Oh trust me, that’s the plan,” Nico smirks down at you, having just thrown your damp, naked body on the made bed.

You roll your eyes as he lets the towel covering his waist drop, showing just how excited he is at the sight of you laying naked on your shared bed.

He wastes no time in crawling onto the bed, hovering over you. “Hi.”

“Hi?” you respond with a giggle, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can look at his face.

The fire that was present in his eyes just moments ago is gone. He’s holding himself up above you, simply staring at you. The amount of love and adoration that is present in his eyes makes your stomach turn flips. You start to get a little antsy, holding his stare for what feels like hours.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are? And how lucky I am to have you? And how much I love you,” he blurts, breaking the intense moment.

“I don’t recall. Maybe you should try and remind me. Jog my memory a little bit.”

A small smile breaks out on his face as he leans down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He keeps the kiss innocent, pulling back after only a second to place a kiss to your nose.

“I,” his lips move to your left cheek. “Love,” he moves to your right cheek. “You,” his lips land on your forehead before finally returning to your lips.

The kiss is a bit more rushed than the last, his tongue coming to poke at the seam of your lips, gaining the access he wanted. You raise your arms to rest your hands against the back of his neck, pulling him down to you, wanting his body as close as you could get him.

The longer the kiss goes on, you can feel the familiar warmness of arousal form in the pit of your stomach. Nico breaks the kiss to move his lips to your neck, allowing you to catch your breath for a few seconds. You move your hands to his hair as he attacks your neck with bites and sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. Your mind wanders to how quickly the environment went from tender to heated. You let out a chuckle involuntarily, causing Nico to halt his actions.

“Somethin’ funny, Schatz?” he asks through heavy breaths. He looks up at you, lips full and swollen, hair a mess from your hands.

The sight of him like this sends a wave of heat straight to your core. You try to clench your thighs to create some form of friction on the sensitive area, but Nico’s body prevents you from doing so. You start to squirm a bit, needing some relief from the growing arousal.

“Just thinking about how quick you switched from sweet to horny. Thought it was funny,” you admit, taking your hands and pushing the hair off of his forehead, letting them fall back down to the nape of his neck.

“Oh, yeah? This funny to you?” He lowers his hips, rubbing his cock against your slick core, causing you to jolt in surprise.

“Nope. Not at all. Not funny,” you pant out, trying to grind back against him, but he had already pulled away. You whine at the loss of contact, causing him to laugh now.

“Yeah, look at who’s switching up now,” Nico cocks an eyebrow, watching desperation take over your body.

You look up at him, mouth slightly open, begging him with your eyes to do something. You don’t care what it is at this point. His fingers, his mouth, his dick. You just need him to touch you, all humor in the situation no longer on your mind.

“Gotta tell me what you want, Schatz. This is your treat after all, for bein’ such a sweetheart and taking care of me tonight. My treat’s waitin’ on me in the kitchen. But I won’t lie, I’m looking forward to my appetizer,” Nico moves his face down to your neck, breathing his words onto your skin.

“I don’t care. Anything.” You rush your words, eyes falling closed from his hot breath on your neck.

“Uh-Uh. Your choice, Y/N. I don’t move until those pretty little lips of yours do,” he teases, letting his own move against your skin.

You try to bring your thighs together once again, every touch of his lips on your neck lighting a fire on your skin.

“Your mouth. I want your mouth, Neeks,” you basically moan, thinking of how much you want him to stop talking and do something.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Nico lifts his face from your neck, smirking down at you.

He brings his mouth down to yours, teasing you with a slow kiss, tongue exploring your mouth. He adjusts his body so his thigh is fully in-between your legs, causing you to moan into the kiss when his solid thigh brushes against your soaked core. You take advantage of the contact, grinding yourself onto his naked thigh, chasing relief.

Nico begins to kiss down your jaw, his mouth attaching to your neck once again. “As much as I like the feeling of you riding my thigh, baby, you’re gonna have to stop. You asked for my mouth, ‘member?” he mumbles through his assault of your neck.

“Then quit teasing me and do something, Neeks. Nee- fuck, need you,” you whine in response, stuttering when you start grinding down harder in frustration.

“Good things come to those who wait. And you will, too, if you just let me savor you for a few minutes.”

He moves on from your neck as he slowly slides his body down, removing his thigh from its position against the spot you need him most. His lips find their way down your chest as he licks a stripe down the valley in-between your breasts. Your breath quickens at the action, back arching as he captures one of your nipples in his mouth.

He looks up at you as he swirls his tongue around the taut bud, bringing a hand up to give attention to your other breast. He feels his own arousal growing at the expression on your face. Your mouth is open in a silent ‘o’, not making nearly enough sound for his liking.

“C’mon, Schatz, wanna hear you. Just you ‘n’ me here, let it out,” Nico demands, removing his mouth to latch onto your other breast, switching his hand to toy with the opposite one.

You groan at the sensation, hands gripping at the comforter beneath you. The noise earns a teasing bite to your sensitive nipple, head flying up to look down at the man on top of you.

He looks up at you, eyes claiming innocence as he continues to move his way down your body. Trailing kisses down your stomach, he drops to his knees on the carpeted floor in front of the bed. He removes his lips to readjust and pull your body to the edge of the bed.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. How lucky I am that you’re all mine,” he admires your glistening pussy in front of him. He places small, feather-light kisses on the inside of your thighs, continuing to tease you despite your earlier protests.

“Please, Nico. I’m begging you,” you cry out, trying to move your body further down to meet his mouth.

“I love it when you’re desperate,” he raises his head, moving further away from where you need him. “Now you know how I feel all the time. Can’t ever get enough of you, pretty girl. Always want you, all the time,” you raise your head to look at him, growing even more desperate at the sight of him between your legs.

He moves his head back down to your center, keeping eye contact as he finally makes contact, licking a stripe clean up to your clit. “Fuck!” you cry out at the feeling of relief, dropping your head back down on the mattress.

Nico wastes no time diving in like you’re his last meal. His tongue circles your clit in the most delicious pattern, causing your hands to once again fly to his hair. The sounds of him slurping your juices causes you to tug and pull on his hair, earning a groan from him that radiates throughout your whole body.

“Gonna make me blow my load if you do that again, Schatz,” he says against your folds.

“Sorry. Feels too good,” is all you choke out before he reattaches his lips.

You try to keep your touch in his hair light as he continues, but when you feel his tongue enter you, every thought other than pure pleasure leaves your head. You clench around his tongue, feeling the growl he let out at the action. As he thrusts the muscle in and out of your hole, he pulls your body down further, trying to get even deeper.

The sounds you’re making are nothing short of pornographic, trying to squirm from the intensity. Nico places an arm over your waist, keeping your body pinned down during his aggressive assault. You feel the bubble of pleasure growing, the anticipation of your release making every muscle in your body tighten.

“Taste so good, Schatz. Better than candy,” Nico says against you, vibrations causing you to moan loud enough for your neighbors to hear.

His words, mixed with the noises echoing in your bedroom, cause the coil in your belly to tighten, threatening to break free any second.

“Gonna come, Nico. So close,” you pant out, grasping as his hair once again, pushing his face even harder in-between your legs.

“Soak me, baby,” is all Nico has to say until the band inside of you snaps, causing every nerve in your body to burn white hot. Your legs shake as Nico rides you through the high with his tongue, a warm pleasantness settling over your skin.

Nico removes his face from between your legs once you fall limp, breath heaving as you try to regain oxygen to your brain. He licks his lips as he moves his body up to hover over yours again, not wanting to waste a drop of your sweet taste.

You have an arm thrown over your eyes, your limbs feeling heavy. “Look at me, baby, wanna see that pretty face of yours.”

“Can’t move,” you mumble, causing Nico to chuckle.

He gently removes your arm from your face, admiring the post-orgasm glow. You look up at him with half-closed lids, a tired smile making its way onto your face.

“If this is what baking and running you a bath every once in a while gets me, remind me to do it more often.”

Nico full on laughs at your statement, resting his forehead against your own.

“All you gotta do is ask, baby. I’ll gladly grant your request anytime. Now that I think about it, I could use a new pre-game meal for good luck next season,” he says before kissing your lips.

Your body instantly heats back up at his words, arousal already building once again. You remember how hard he was earlier, figuring he’s near painful after recent actions. As you look down to see his cock oozing pre-cum, you know he needs relief, soon.

You adjust your body so you can reach down and take him into your hand, stroking a few times as his body tenses, surprised at your actions.

“Your turn,” you find a surge of energy, removing your hand and flipping him over so you’re straddling his waist.

You try to move yourself down his body, knees dropping off the bed and almost touching the floor before Nico shoots up off the bed. He places his hands under your armpits, basically picking you up to bring you back to your previous position.

“Not tonight, Schatz. Want to be inside of you too much,” he squeaks out, your core brushing against his throbbing tip from the angle you’re sitting at.

He pulls your face down to meet his, slamming his lips against yours before turning you back over. He wastes no time in bringing his hand down to your core, groaning at how wet you still are.

“God, you’re always so ready f’me,” he slips a single finger inside of you, pumping it in and out with ease.

You moan at the feeling, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. He thrusts his finger in and out a few more times before bringing it up to his lips, sucking on the digit.

“Haven’t you teased me enough tonight?” you whine out, ready to feel full with him.

“Like I said, I like to savor my girl,” is what Nico responds with, moving his body to line himself up with your entrance.

Before you can even try to say anything back, he’s slamming into you so quickly you see stars. He bottoms out from the start, removing himself almost completely before thrusting back into you.

You cry out at the pace he’s setting, mouth hung open and eyes screwed shut.

“This what you wanted, Schatz? Wanted me to fill you up?” he grunts out in-between thrusts, bringing his hand down to stimulate your sensitive bud.

The added feeling of his calloused finger rubbing fast circles on your clit causes a sensation overload. Your moans get stuck in your throat as Nico slams into you. It’s embarrassing how close you are already, your sensitivity causing borderline overstimulation.

“God, you’re always so tight. Always take me so well,” Nico buries his face into your neck, wanting to be as close to you as he can. “Swear, feels like you were made just for me.”

“Just for you. Only ever for you,” you manage to squeak out the broken words.

You bring your leg up to dig your heel into Nico’s ass, trying to drive him further, deeper. You bring your hands from their place on his biceps to rake down his back, not even aware of how much pressure you’re applying until you hear Nico hiss.

“Glad the season’s over, or I’d be getting an earful in the locker room for the marks you’re leaving, Schatz,” he grunts out.

You can’t even mutter an apology, because as soon as the words leave his mouth, he changes the angle by throwing your leg over his shoulder, your ankle resting near his ear. He presses a few kisses to the skin above your ankle, the new position causing him to hit spots you never knew existed until this moment.

Nico can feel your walls clenching around him, having found the soft, spongy spot deep inside of you. “Not gonna last much longer, sweetheart. Need you to go first. Let go for me, know you’re close.” He spits out, reaching down to rub circles on your throbbing clit once again.

You can feel his thrusts turning sloppy, knowing he’s nearly there. One particularly deep thrust causes your orgasm to explode inside of you with no warning. You cry out in pleasure, entire body spasming. You barely register the feeling of Nico continuing his movements on your clit, nerves burning so hot with your release that you’re almost numb.

The feeling of your release triggers Nico’s own orgasm, causing him to still inside of you. You can feel the warm sensation of his cum inside of you, coming back down from your second high of the night. After a few more thrusts, Nico drops his spent body onto your own. He places soft kisses on the underside of your jaw, letting your leg fall back into a comfortable position. He doesn’t pull out of you just yet, wanting to feel your warmth just a bit longer.

“I love you,” you add to the sound of labored breaths in the air.

“I love you more, Schatz. And not just after sex, still inside of you,” you laugh at his poetic words. “I love you every day, all the time. You’re it for me, you know that, right?” he brings his chin to rest on your chest, making you lift your heavy head to be able to look at him.

Your heart swells, so much love radiating through your bones for the man on top of you. You truly hit the jackpot with him, considering yourself the luckiest girl in Jersey. Hell, the world, even.

“You’re it for me, too, Neeks. Couldn’t love anyone else even if I tried. No room left in here,” you tap your chest, right where your heart sits.

Nico moves his head over to place a kiss where your fingers just touched, laying his ear down to listen to your heartbeat.

The two of you lay like that for a few more minutes, not wanting to break the moment. Eventually Nico pulls himself out of you, remembering that you needed to go pee sooner rather than later. He follows you to the bathroom to help clean you up before you do your business and meet him back in your bedroom. He already has a fresh pair of boxers on, handing you a pair of your own underwear and one of his t-shirts to put on.

Nico slides a pair of sweatpants on as you get dressed, walking over towards the open bedroom door.

“Where are you going?” you question, wanting nothing more than to crawl in bed and cuddle your boyfriend as you fall asleep.

“Did you forget? That was only the appetizer. I still have one more treat left,” he references the cake you made him earlier in the evening.

You laugh as you follow him out of the bedroom, thinking about how he already got his cake, but now he gets to eat it, too.

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fairyhaos · 1 year

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how seventeen deal with your period cramps

requested by anon: "Would it be ok for you to write : How would Seventeen react and help with bad period cramps ? (I am currently on my period and its killing me... I can barely stay up, cramps are hurting as hell, I have nausea, hell I feel the worst...)"

notes: tw for menstruation pain, reader therefore has a uterus

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seungcheol:

tbh he's kinda a little bit Clueless, but he tries his best. cannot fathom the amount of pain you're in, but he does his research and immediately jumps up to boil water for a hot water bottle the second you tell him you're on your period. is confused by the idea of pre-menstrual syndrome n thinks that it's very unfair: bc you can be in pain???? even before the actual menstruation itself???? that sounds terrible :((( always has his arms open for a hug

jeonghan:

spots its arrival better than you. can tell when your period is coming like some sort of seer. has a cupboard full of chocolates and snacks which he stocks up constantly and allows you to take your pick of whatever you feel like having when you're on your period. insists that you don't have to do anything while you're going through the worst of your cramps, tells you to just lie down w the hot water bottle he made for you n he'll do whatever you need okay?

joshua:

you Need to tell this man whenever your period starts bc otherwise he'll get upset that his calendar is all messed up :(( i firmly believe shua is the typa guy to keep track of your schedules for you, even if your cycle isn't regular. does Everything you want. you wanna eat a whole tub of Celebrations? he's rooting for you. need to cry bc the world is just too frustrating? tell him what movie you wanna cry to, he'll stream it illegally if that's what it takes. will probably also end up crying w you, but hey, we love a supportive guy <3

junhui:

curses the menstruation gods every time you tell him you're having cramps again. is essentially trying to stuff you full of painkillers the entire day bc he hates the idea of you being in pain </3 wanted to buy one of those period cramp simulator machines to see how bad it was for you, ended up chickening out when you told him vv seriously that it was like being thrown into the pits of hell. isn't allowed near the kettle to boil water for you (due to previous Mishaps), so he'll give you a pillow to put over your stomach and hug you in his arms for warmth

hoshi:

is confused for all of two seconds every time you tell him you're having rlly bad cramps (again?? didn't you have them last month??) before it clicks in his head. coos and baby-talks to you, offering his shoulder for you to sleep on if the physical contact will help. builds you a pillow fort to get comfortable in practically every single time. you had a really bad headache one month, and so now he's constantly talking in a hoarse whisper when your cramps are bad

wonwoo:

he's not Entirely sure what to do, but he does know that period pain can often manifest itself in mood swings, so he's always extra caring and considerate around your time of the month. will Let himself be yelled at if you do end up getting frustrated, then will hug you and pat your hair to help you calm down after. makes hot water for all the hot water bottles that you're ever gonna need.

woozi:

makes sure you take your painkillers on time, and also makes sure you eat. he's heard from his mom that loss of appetite can happen often during periods, especially when cramps are bad, and so he encourages you to eat foods with lots of magnesium and nitrates in it. will hug you if the cramps are really bad and you're practically crawling to him in tears. will probably hug you even if you're only pouting and talking in a sad voice tho, tbh.

minghao:

he researched that milk chocolate and white chocolate increase cramps pain, and so now he only ever gives you dark chocolate that's 60% cacao and above. has encouraged you to take up meditation when you're not on your period, saying it'll help strengthen you. you're still not entirely sure it's working, but then again, it's better to try than not. swaddles you in fluffy blankets and cushions bc seungcheol stole the hot water bottle to help with his indigestion or something

mingyu:

he's a lil confused, but he means well. carries you bridal-style everywhere you wanna go. searched up the types of foods best to eat to help with period cramps, and cooks food with lots and lots of spinach in it. regardless of whether you like it or not, because it's good for you and makes you feel better. spoon-feeds you the soup he makes, asks if it's making you feel warm inside with his adorable bright eyes

dokyeom:

has a little corner in the bottom of his wardrobe full of sanitary pad packages, bc one time he panicked when you asked him to buy you some and practically cleared the whole shelf of them. also has like 3 boxes of chocolates stacked on top of them bc of that same time where he panicked and ended up buying too many. as a result, always has supplies whenever you need them. is a little clueless too, but he's willing to help w lots of hugs and warmth!!

seungkwan:

Knows your menstruation cycle for you. frets if you're a few of days early or a few of days late. if you have an irregular cycle, then oh god he's analysing everything to see if there's any sort of pattern. ngl he's a little nervous of you when you're on your period, but he's always ready to open his arms for you to draw you in for a hug if you need. starts crying if you end up crying bc of the pain/ mood swings, bc he's an empath okay n he feels your pain so bad

vernon:

i get the feeling he's like. the hidden pro at dealing with cramps. you tell him that you're hurting, and he's already boiled the kettle to make you a hot water bottle, arms laden with snacks and blankets and do you wanna come into his room to relax and watch the new movie he's fixated on or do you wanna just go to your room by yourself and sleep? big encourager of sleeping through cramps, bc he swears it helps so much and actually. he is so right it really does

chan:

went through like five different brands of paracetamol with you during your previous cramps to see which one was the best n lasted the longest. steals the expensive chocolates from mingyu's stash bc really, the guy has far too much and it's more deserving to go to you when you're in pain and also pls share w him as a thankyou for getting them for you. offers to run you a bubble bath to help you relax, often forgets about the bath while he's doing other stuff and almost makes it overflow

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suugarbabe · 2 months

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Hi omg I love your ur you’ve made me a slut for Mattheo riddle, anyways I was wondering if you could do Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader and they haven’t had s*x because of finals but as soon as she turns in her last final he starts magically f^cking her as she finishes the final and like she c*ms and finally finshes the finals and goes back to her dorm and just a ton of smut maybe c*ckwarming? (Too much?)

thanks so much for the request lovie! hope this is good for you :)

pure smut, no real plot, p in v, cockwarming

Charms was usually your best subject, but the pleasure radiating in your core made it nearly impossible to finish the essay in front of you. The throbbing in your cunt and the stimulation to your clit was causing the deepest of pits to form in your stomach and you knew you were about to be pushed over the edge. And from three rows back, Mattheo knew it too. He continued to move his fingers against his desk, just like he would your cunt, even when you bit the meat of your hand to try and stifle a whimpering moan, he continued his magical ministrations to let your ride out your orgasm. When he noticed you taking deeper breaths he stopped. Allowing you to get up and turn in your essay to the professor in the front, himself quick to do the same before following you out of the classroom.

Mattheo walked behind you in silence, smirk never leaving his face as you led him up the tower and into the Ravenclaw common room. He ignored the looks from those sitting around on the couches as he followed you up another set of steps, straight to your dorm before you turned around abruptly, him nearly bumping into you. “Bed. Now.” Your tone was dominant and instructive leading Mattheo’s cock to strain against his trousers nearly immediately. You weren’t always this way, typically he was in charge and you both loved it. But secretly, he’s always had the wettest dreams of you dominating the fuck out of him and he felt like his little stunt during finals was going to get him just that.

He was quick to hop on the bed, scooting up to lean against the headboard, folding his hands in his lap. You walked towards the edge of the bed slowly, “Look at you, being such a good boy for me, Matty. Sitting so pretty and patient.” Mattheo growled slightly as he watched you pull your panties down your legs, prominent wet patch in the center from his work during the final. “You were so mean to me during the final today,” you pouted, crawling up the bed on your hands and knees until you’re straddling his waist. Mattheo’s hands tried to find solace on your waist but you were quick to grab them, “Ah, ah, I think you did enough touching earlier.” You loop your lace panties between the bars, pulling Mattheo’s hands upward until you tied them securely to the headboard.

Mattheo’s eyebrows raised, “What are you doing, Princess?” You smiled cheekily before connecting your lips to his fiercely, catching him off guard. You used the opportunity to explore his mouth with your tongue as your hands dragged down his chest to his belt, working it through the buckle and unbuttoning his pants. Your lips trailed down his jaw, down his neck, biting slightly at the sensitive skin near his collarbone as you pulled his boxers and trousers down, freeing his hard cock. “Fucking Salazar, Princess, what are you doing to me?” You smiled against his skin, giving his cock a few long strokes before teasing yourself, rubbing his head against your folds, “Fuck - you teased me earlier, now it’s my turn.” You lowered yourself slowly down onto his cock until he was fully sheathed inside you. You stilled for a moment, relishing in the feeling of him inside you. You clenched around him, causing a low moan to emit from his plush lips, “Fuck me, Princess, can you move, pleas? You’re killing me.”

You laughed lightly, the action causing your walls to clench around him once more, “I’ll think I’ll stay like this for a moment.” You leaned forward again, attaching your lips to the base of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair, tugging slightly. “You just feel so good deep inside me, Matty. I just wanna keep you right here,” you untied one of his hands, placing it on your lower belly. “Can you feel it, huh, Matty? Feel how good you fill me up?” You lifted up slightly, lowering yourself back down again, Mattheo’s hand pushing against your lower belly, helping the head of his cock hit that spongey place just right. “Fuck, Princess I feel it, gods, keep moving, please baby.”

Hands placed on Mattheo’s shoulders you begin bouncing and grinding, jaw going slack at the pleasure consuming you. Mattheo’s hands quickly find your ass, gripping and lifting slightly so he can start pounding his hips up into you. “Bloody hell, Princess, y’so fucking tight. Pussy’s so wet f’me, baby.” Mattheo’s pace quickened, your head dizzying with pleasure, “Fuck, don’t stop, Matty, m’so close.” The sound of Mattheo’s hips smacking against yours along with the slew of praises leaving his lips had you tumbling over the edge into your second orgasm, “Oh fuck fuck fuck.” Your pussy clenched around him tightly causing your name to leave Mattheo’s lips like a praised chant as his hips stuttered and stilled, spilling himself deep inside your walls. You slowly lifted yourself off of him, whimpering slightly at the feeling of loss inside you.

He grunted lowly, “Fucking hell, Princess, if this is you in charge I might need to allow it more often.” You giggled lightly as you both settled down into the bed, “Oh you let me be in charge is that it?” You could feel his lips stretch into a smile against your forehead as he kissed it softly, “Mhm, but like I said,” his tone lowered slightly, “I’m gonna allow it more often.” His hand graced your side, causing you to jolt slightly, “Matty, stop, that tickled.” Mattheo’s grin grew cheeky, “Oh, big mistake there, sweetness.”

#nonny bo bonny #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader

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divine-misfortune · 10 months

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Swiss had reached out and playfully ruffled his sweaty hair after Phantom pulled his helmet off. He grinned broadly as he praised him for his first ritual, and like his enthusiasm was contagious, Phantom found himself smiling, smiling stupidly at that. The little chuckle Swiss spared made something warm settle in his chest. Easily warding off the pinpricks of doubt.

When he withdrew to continue on backstage, Phantom physically sagged. He almost reached out to grab Swiss by the wrist. But he didn't. He had enough self control to keep his hand at his side, even if his fingers still twitched with a pitiful need. Despite that restraint, Swiss still noticed the poor bug's face fall when he moved on from him, the flicker of disappointment from the corner of his eye was almost missable.

And later on the bus when the buzz of adrenaline in the air had seemingly died down as most of the other ghouls had either slipped off to bed or were forcibly dragged into a bunk for, as Mountain called it, mandatory cuddle time, Phantom couldn't even think of sleeping.

The quintessence ghoul was wired. He'd barely forced himself to stop pacing the length of the bus, brain far too busy for rest. Without the distraction of the others, Phantom was left in a weirdly sharp silence. There was too much room for him to think, and nothing coming to mind was remotely pleasant.

Mistakes, too many of them to be acceptable. All of his sharp notes and missed cues were digging away at him, leaving a gaping pit in his gut. He'd been warned that there were big shoes to fill, but it felt like he'd hardly even stepped into them. Disappointment itched under his skin and he busied his hands repeatedly combing through the ends of his hair in an attempt to self soothe. It barely did the job but it was something to focus on.

Padding up and down the narrow aisle between the bunks eventually earned him the attention of a very groggy multi ghoul. The thin, and honestly sorry excuse of a privacy curtain was tugged back and Swiss' head poked out. He looked just as tired as Phantom felt.

"Hey," Swiss whispered as he propped himself up on his elbow, head lolling heavily towards his pillow like he just might sink back into it at any second "Surprised you aren't sleeping, Rora straight up passed out the second we got on the bus."

"...Can't sleep." Phantom shrugged and twisted a loose strand of white hair around his index finger, "sorry if I woke you."

"Hadn't nodded off just yet..." Judging from the lazy way he blinked, he was lying. "You okay?"

Phantom opened his mouth but felt his throat unwillingly tighten before any sound could get out.

I fucked it up. I ruined the first fucking song. Copia hasn't said a word to me since before we got on stage.

He didn't trust himself to speak like this. Not while his brain felt like tearing itself apart. He bit the inside of his cheek and shrugged again, a feeble smile forced onto his face. It surely didn't meet his eyes.

Swiss frowned.

"Wanna talk about it?" He shook his head abruptly and Swiss's brow furrowed for a moment in thought before patting the edge of the bed. "Okay, we don't need to talk then, c'mere."

Phantom paused fully, even the restless way he combed through his hair stilled. He tipped his head.

"Trust me?"

For a moment Phantom rocked back on his heels. He could very well shake his head again and slink back to his own bunk. Curl up against the wall and keep his problems to himself. There were a dozen or so more rituals to get through, he couldn't just go crawling back to his pack mates like some sad kit every time he made a mistake. He needed to learn to live with it.

But Swiss looked at him kindly. He waited patiently in the silence that Phantom was allowing to drag on. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a step forward and felt a faint heat in his cheeks when that same grin made a reappearance. More lopsided this time, but it held the same sort of warmth to it.

It was an awkward fit, getting them both in such a narrow space when Swiss was bigger and broader than Phantom in most senses, but Swiss dutifully pressed his back to the wall and allowed him the space to get comfortable. They'd never been close like this as far as Phantom could recall, and he hoped Swiss couldn't hear the way his pulse rattled in his rib cage. Even in the dark, he could see the fine details of the older ghoul's face. Most notably, the way decades of joy had etched soft lines around his eyes and mouth. Part of him wanted to reach out, touch them delicately, and hope for the same in time. He chose to keep his hands clutched to his chest instead.

Phantom inhaled shakily as he settled under the blankets and tried not to pay much attention to the sweet musky smell that washed over him. Gentle waves of something oddly comforting pulling the tension from his shoulders.

"Hi," Swiss hummed. He seemed pleased with himself, watching the quintessence ghoul through heavily lidded eyes.

"...Thought we didn't have to talk."

The multi ghoul chuckled under his breath with a nod, "I did, didn't I? One more question and no more words, deal?"

"I guess."

"Is it okay if I touch you?"

Phantom felt his stomach flip in the hollow space it seemed to exist in. There was a sudden spike in his gut, not exactly anxiety but close enough to panic for him to notice. He fidgeted with the collar of his shirt.

"Y...Yeah."

Uncertainty left a sour taste in his mouth, but the quintessence ghoul held his breath and waited. Waited for the wandering hand that was inevitably find its way past the elastic of his boxers and to where he was most vulnerable. Would that make him feel better? To let Swiss guide him towards exhaustion with a loose fist and a certain brand of filth he wasn't accustomed to? The idea did nothing to ease a swelling anxiety but Phantom was certain Swiss knew best. At least knew better than him, and he trusted the older ghoul to care for him in his stint of weakness.

In all the months Phantom had been topside, this was the first true unguarded moment he'd allowed himself in front of another ghoul. It felt like showing his belly, an uncomfortable display of submission and weakness. He couldn't keep Swiss' overly warm gaze when he slipped an arm over his waist. Large hand laid flat on the space between his shoulder blades, an almost laughable reminder of how small he was - how small he felt. What little space had been between them was closed, and suddenly Swiss was encompassing him fully. There was nothing to focus on besides Swiss. Heat pulsed in his cheeks and he opted to hide behind his eyelids.

Phantom wasn't sure what was coming. His skin prickled underneath Swiss' touch as it drifted. Even through a barrier of fabric the sensation was too vivid. Surely Swiss could feel his muscles going tought.

But Swiss didn't mention it, and his hand found a home in the little ghoul's dark hair. Unglamored claws grazed the nape of his neck before scratching lightly at the base of his skull. He braced himself for the mean grip that he'd been told Swiss liked to take but that firm hand never came.

There was something cautious in the way Swiss held him, like he was fragile. Valued, even.

He kissed the space between his horns, and Phantom realized he was shaking. Kindness was not a foreign concept to the little ghoul. It still somehow took him by surprise. Such a slow and careful display of affection. How was he supposed to react? All he could think to do was clutch onto Swiss' shirt like a lifeline.

"Oh bug..." The multi ghoul was frowning. He could hear the sad cadence in his voice. "I've got you, you're okay..."

It was like he'd given Phantom the permission to break because it hit him like a train. A sob tore out of his throat, eager to escape the confines of his vessel. Swiss only shifted closer and allowed him to bury his face into his chest.

"I can't do this-" Phantom hiccuped through his tears and Swiss gently carded his fingers further into his hair. "I can't, I can't, I'm not meant for this. I fucked up, I'm gonna keep fucking up."

"Hey, hey," Swiss squeezed him lightly. "These things aren't meant to be perfect. Nobody expects them to be."

"I ruined it from the first note, and it only got worse from there..."

"We've all made mistakes, I mean...Hell, I sang the chorus during an instrumental section during one of my first shows. And Dew? Dew once fucked up the start of ritual so bad Copia literally mocked him on stage. Little guy was damn near ready to spike his guitar into the ground."

Phantom only attempted to hide further.

"...You know why Rain's name is Rain?"

"No?"

"Because he slipped during his first show, and rain falls down."

He couldn't help the way his quiet laugh made his shoulders shake. Swiss kissed the top of his head this time.

"I'm sure Dew's shown you the video of me falling off my platform at least a dozen times by now."

"...Once or twice."

"See? Mistakes happen. It's your first time, little shadow, you did amazing...We're so proud of you."

Phantom sniffled. His eyes stung and his throat felt tight. Swiss continued the comforting and repetitive drag of his nails over his scalp, a low rumble kicking up in his chest. The quintessence ghoul felt himself truly melting into him.

"You okay?" Swiss asked and rubbed little circles into his back.

"...Tired."

"You wanna go to sleep?"

"Mhm...Can I, um, stay here?"

"Course you can, whatever you want."

Phantom breathed in shakily, peeling himself off of the multi ghoul long enough for him to wipe his eyes. Swiss still looked down at him fondly. Exhaustion present on his face, but fond nonetheless.

"Thank you," he mumbled and allowed Swiss to pull him back in with a tuneless hum. He was just as tired, and Phantom easily slotted himself back into the other ghoul. Wrapped up in his arms, legs tangled together, Phantom could finally let himself rest.

#writing #void writing #phantom ghoul #Swiss ghoul #multi ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost the band #phantom/swiss #swiss/phantom

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kafus · 2 months

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why dot & episode 41 of pokemon horizons means so much to me as a recovering social recluse

when i got into pokemon horizons i had no idea whatsoever that my favorite character would end up being dot, one of the best handled social recluse characters i've ever seen in a piece of media. pokemon places such a large focus on adventure and travel, meeting new people and pokemon, so really the idea of a respectfully handled social recluse character just didn't seem to fit in with the concept. but now that the environment travels with the characters in the form of an airship, dot was able to be created and my god i love her. as someone who's been a recluse most of my life, even as a child, (i would qualify as a hikikomori and/or NEET at different stages of my life!) who is slowly crawling out of that pit, dot means the world to me.

there's a lot of good episodes that have some level of focus on dot but episode 41 in particular really blew me away and for the sake of my autistic ass desperately wanting to tell people about it i'm going to explain that here in trademark rambling fashion. obviously spoilers ahead - though not just for episode 41, i'm also going to be talking about earlier episodes a little bit. you've been warned!! if you don't want spoilers don't read below the cut ty!!

so episode 41. we meet dot's mother as the viewer who is there to pick up dot from her "trial period" on the brave asagi, learn about how dot ended up on the airship in the first place, and then at the end dot gets to have a showdown against her mother's lycanroc essentially to prove that she wants to, and can, stay permanently on the rising volteccers crew instead of going home. this is a huge turning point in dot's development as a character - at first she was a complete unknown only audible through her bedroom door, irritable to anyone who tried to speak to her, then over the course of the show she's managed to make friends with liko and roy, become a pokemon trainer, enjoy food with other people for seemingly the first time, and even caught tinkatink on her own accord pretty recently. and now this episode allows her to say in her own words that she isn't just on the ship experimentally, or because of murdock, or any other reason - she is choosing to be there and is enjoying learning more about other people and experiencing the outside world. again, this is a huge leap for someone who refused to show her face to the main characters for the first half of the show!

this on its own is already a pretty admirable character arc, one i can relate to, but i am really impressed by & feel seen by the way the writing handles her and that's really apparent in this episode. first i'm going to focus on how the writing and characters in the show respect dot's feelings despite her introversion and reclusion here.

dot's mom (blanca) is introduced to us as incredibly overbearing, to the point of freaking out and sending a bunch of angry stickers when murdock and dot don't immediately respond to her messages. dot's first response to seeing her mom is frustration instead of any level of positive response or excitement, which implies they don't have the best history, even before she actually starts talking about her past. i'm not trying to make this a post about dot's family psychology, maybe another time, but similarly to liko her situation is a bit fucked lmao (though for opposite reasons!)

the thing is - the adults around her are ALSO uncomfortable, in particular murdock, blanca's brother, which conveys a lot about the situation. she's not just some stubborn kid, there's legitimacy to her feelings, because if there wasn't the mature figures in this situation probably wouldn't also be reacting negatively, especially not murdock, dot's other relative here. from incredibly personal experience, it is so easy to wave off the feelings of a child, especially one as "difficult" and reclusive as dot, as just being some sort of phase, but already the writers are directly contrasting murdock, an adult dot is comfortable with who treats her with patience and respect, with blanca, who she evidently is not comfortable with - and they're respecting her feelings by making the adults in the show respect her feelings, too. and they're about to do a whole lot more of contrasting her mother with Everyone and Everything Else!

dot is continued to be understood and respected by the people who know her best in the case of liko and roy choosing to approach her to talk first. dot has run off to her room, where she usually is to get away from people, a very clear sign that she's struggling. liko and roy recognize this and cut blanca off from making the situation worse. which, of course they would, they're her friends and they genuinely care about her and understand how she behaves! they even know how to get her to come out her room without banging on her door and continuously yelling or something like that - direct contrast to them struggling with this much earlier in the show, by the way.

dot is happy to see them and much more willing to talk pretty much immediately, because guess what, they're people who respect her space and her feelings!!!

and once again, when blanca tries to force dot to speak before she's ready to (i mean come on you literally jumped her with this massive thing out of nowhere), liko jumps in and cuts blanca off to defend her and once again respect her feelings in a way that blanca definitely is not.

and finally, when they end up having a pokemon battle with each other...

blanca says this, yet another invalidation of dot's feelings and the way she responds to situations. this line actually made me viscerally uncomfortable, i remember the bitterness and upset i felt when i was a young person and my feelings, especially my frustrations with my parents and the way they handled my introversion, were invalidated on account of my age. "oh, it's just a phase" or "it's just because you're a kid" - just so incredibly frustrating.

and you know what that's followed up with?

dot speaking her fucking mind and kicking her mom's ass baby!!!! get her ass!!! let's GOOO. this part of the episode is so fucking rewarding. it's so good to see this character who has grown so much finally stand up for herself. she still needed a little bit of a push but that's OKAY!! the important part is that she's doing it and the narrative recognizes that! having friends and loved ones to help you out is actually a very essential part of happiness and survival!

and before i delve too far into my personal feelings, i also want to talk about a second thing here; i just find dot's characterization really relatable, like i swear to god there's someone on the writing team who must have been a 12 year old autistic NEET or something. it's literally too fucking on point, it's uncanny, i swear there's times in horizons where dot is just a carbon copy of me when i was a preteen. i mean come on:

dot flopping face down into bed after being overwhelmed in an awkward social situation and being confronted with a situation she's been trying to ignore thus far... the amount of times i have done this in my life, holy shit.

the candidness in which dot speaks about being so interested in the outside world, but being unable to have those experiences for herself as simply a voyeur. the shot of her room being such a disaster because she rarely leaves it and stuff piles up in there, including food junk,

the way she spends all this time alone cultivating skills she's passionate about and then shrugs them off as "just something she likes" when an adult compliments her on her abilities, the contrast between her confidence in what she loves but her complete social awkwardness in talking to anyone about it,

her defining herself on the internet by being a homebody, hell even her cute little freakout about the streamer she likes noticing something she said,

waking up late and missing the activities of other people because her sleep schedule basically doesn't exist while she's at home,

even just her general body language of closing in on herself and holding onto something when she's nervous, hell even her clothing choices which are so obviously meant to be as comfortable as possible for her and easy to take on and off - i could go on forever even just with this episode alone but i think you get the point. i feel so seen by how dot is just in general and it's obvious from both the plot/writing and the way dot is portrayed and animated that the people making this show understand people like me, even the type of person i was as a child, too.

all of this means so much to me because like i said in the intro to this post, i was and still very much am a social recluse. i'm a homebody. even now i still rarely leave my room, i don't eat with family often, i struggle to do things in the "real world". growing up, repeated intrusions into my feelings and my life did not help me, they only made me whiplash further into feeling distant and not listened to by the people around me. they made me want to interact with real life less. finally, as an adult, when people started to give me a bit more space, when the ways i communicate began to be respected a little more, that is when i started making genuinely close and good friendships, that is when i began to venture outside of my room and partake in small joys with people, as a direct result of being given the space and time to do so, to have my own autonomy, to make my own decisions, to be myself. i think it's incredibly easy to see someone curling in onto themself and assume they need a fuckton of intrusive pushing, and sometimes they do need a little push, like how dot's quaxly pushes her to move forward in the moment sometimes, or how liko continuously tried to befriend her, but the important part is that by treading too far over her boundaries it is no longer a productive or respectful way of helping her - it's a balance, and a balance horizons always seems to get right, episode 41 included.

it really means so much to me to see dot's journey into coming out of her shell treated with so much respect by the writing and other characters. so often recluse characters are the butt of the joke, are pushed out of their comfort zones unrealistically fast, or never actually receive the support and growth they need - but horizons strikes the balance of being candid about the type of character dot is and giving respect and space to her feelings so she can grow at her own pace, but still giving her support and little pushes when she needs them, and showing that it's possible to grow and enjoy the real world, even as a recluse. it's refreshing, especially with a character who is a child, and a girl, too! i can count the amount of times i have found a young girl character i relate to at all on one hand, and dot is the best one i've ever seen, personally! horizons has been really inspiring to me to continue to cultivate my connections with others and continue to drag myself out of my shell at my own pace with people who love me, during a really chaotic and transitional part of my life and i really love it for that. i'm glad this episode exists for an infinite multitude of reasons but i really just wanted to talk about this specific aspect for a bit and how it relates back to me as a recovering recluse.

thanks for reading if you got this far jesus christ i talk a lot LOOOL. and i might talk more about my feelings on this episode or dot in general later. i have so much to say about likodot and also about the family dynamics in this show i'm practically eating thru drywall thinking about it rn

#pokemon horizons #anipoke #pokeani #dot #trainer dot #dot pokemon #pokemon #pokemon horizons spoilers #anipoke spoilers #kiki was here #kiki.txt #this got personal but i didnt know how to talk about this episode without making it personal #you have no idea how hard i had to restrain myself from making this way too long #i have so much left to say... later #wink wink nudge nudge you should talk to me about horizons in my asks btw #horizons

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ohnonononononono567 · 2 months

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Bit by Bit - Simon "Ghost" Riley x m!reader (mostly angsty)

Continuation of Games btw (Here you go @aliciamorov bro, i gotchu)

"I love you."

"I don't want to love you."

A sentiment he heard from some highschool girlfriend he had for two weeks. Back when love meant skipping your shift at the arcade to buy them Mickey D's.

Back when love was finding peace from your crap father and the butcher shop wouldn't let you pick up more shifts.

He had said it stupidly. In her bed, having done nothing more than drink a beer stolen from her father and his lips swollen from her insistent biting while they made out. Her giggling filling the room, always had a sense of humor that one.

Sitting next to her, hands interlaced, his words slipped out. When she hissed out her reply, he felt a chill run up his spine. Never a fan of snakes.

She liked him nonetheless. She wasn't heartless. But she'd leave for a bloke going to the same college as her next week anyways.

After enlisting, he learned why he was wrong to say what he had said.

Love was strong. And he was weak. He was weak for the way you laughed, for the way your face scrunched up in the morning. He was weak when he yelled at you. He was a weak man. It was shitty to let a girl he can't even bother to remember the name of linger in his mind. But it kept at his brain every second of the day.

When he allowed a thing—No, a person—a person like you into the cracked parts of his being, you filled it with gold. Bit, by bit. You didn't "fix" him. You weren't a psychiatrist picking at his brain and trying to poke and understand why his mindset was "toxic" and "self destructive." You just made him see the beauty he always gloated about.

He wasn't ugly, far from it, but he saw that gnawing pit growing inside him as the ugliest part of him. And that was what was disgusting. It was a part of him.

Yet a man like you never saw him as disgusting. You never saw the chill of 300 bugs crawling inside your skin begging to acknowledge you're a piece of shit on this earth.

You saw a man, in distress.

You didn't tell him to toughen up. You never even touched him if he didn't allow it.

Simon always told himself he'd never allow another man make him feel weak like his father did. It's why he'd find himself fidgeting at your door, wondering if it's even worth it to walk in with those flowers he'd know you'd die for.

But when you open that door, staring at him, and that goddamn dog jumps to meet him, those thoughts leave.

He wants to love you. He wants to be the one to carry the privilege of loving you. But he's weak. And you'll learn to seek better. You're a tough man, and life will fall onto you.

And in his weakness, he'll be unable to carry the burden of hurting you by leaving. So he'll tell himself he's not loving you.

He'll allow you to give him that squeeze in the airport before he leaves. He'll tell you that you'll always be his man. That all his happiness lies with you. He wants it to be true. He knows you'd never want to love him. So he'll protect himself. Internally he'll tell himself he's not in love with the bubbly man who stands in front of him, with their lips connecting.

You see every part of him. And you know he'll realize it's love. He feels what you feel, maybe even stronger.

Bit by bit, he'll realize it.

I DONT WRITE AND I WROTE THIS WHILE IM SAD PWEASE BE NICE :(( (Edit: nobody told me writing #[blank] wasnt the same as tagging your posts i thought i was shadow banned lol)

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nexusnyx · 1 year

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Lost The Game

SUMMARY:The explanation your mind settled for was that whoever lived under that mask, also lived somewhere close by. It explained the first time you found him limping and bleeding on an alley, and it explains how you evolved into his personal caretaker for the wounds and afflictions of Spider-Man’s after battle consequences.

The only thing it doesn’t explain, however, is why through the thick and convoluted webs of your strange situationship, a certain tension has built between you two. Palpable. Physical. As electric as some of his tales, and as dangerous as he is.

The tension between you and Spidey grows, and it grows, and it grows. One day, it snaps.

⚠️ Minors DNI. Smut. | 🏷️ 3.2K , fluff, part two of three, reposting this ‘cause some people missed this one and asked for it.

• PART ONE •

“I really want you,” you confess.

Spider lets out a shaky breath. “Good.” He nods. The hand on your waist holds on tighter, and he pulls you closer. “I haven’t wanted anything this bad in a long, long time.”

When he kisses you again, you can feel that.

The words, the feelings behind them, the truth in it.

His lips start softly pressing against yours, and you're thankful for the late-night hour, the blanket of darkness washing over your room. Spidey kisses you like he wants you back just as much as you want him.

It's been so long since you've just kissed someone for the sake of kissing, and the realization dawns on you as his tongue meets yours in a delicious, filthy drag.

Spidey pulls your waist to him and slides both your bodies down so you're lying flat against the bed; through the fog that his kisses create on your mind, you realize how easily he moves you.

As if you weigh nothing. Then, it dawns on you—to him, you don't.

That pulls a groan from the pits of your gut.

Spidey's mouth on your swallows it down, and your fingers start grasping and holding on to whatever bits of hair it can reach underneath his mask.

Slowly, his body descents on yours and he lets you feel some of his on weight too. His tall, slender figure covers yours in the best way possible, and you lose yourself to the feeling of kissing him.

How long had it been since you wanted someone so bad to the point of just kissing, and feeling?

He seems to be in the same predicament if your judgment is not too cloudy. Spidey pulls back for air eventually and you whine, chasing the feeling of his lips.

His smile makes your heart do stupid, crazy things inside your chest.

"I've wanted to do this for a while," he breathes close to your mouth. Then, he kisses your jaw. "Didn't know if I could—if I deserved it," he mutters, trailing his mouth from your jawline to your neck. "You always smell so fucking good—why the hell d'you have to smell good?"

That makes you giggle. When pull back to answer him, though, the wide, white bug eyes make your words falter for a moment.

He senses it—Spidey's sense is something out of this world, and with you this close to him, you're sure there's nothing he would miss. "It's weird, right? Is it weird? We can stop—I don't want to, kissing you is the best thing that's happened to me in a while, but we—"

"Spidey," you interrupt. He shuts his mouth and adjusts himself on top of you with either one of his elbows resting on each side of your face. "Do you trust me?"

Without hesitation, he nods. "Yeah."

"Okay," you nod. With determination, you push his body away and he gets the hint, getting off from you. You crawl across the bed towards your double windows and thank the skies that you're the kind of person who's a night owl.

The black-out curtains were one of the first purchases you made when renting this loft and now, you feel blessed by them for more reasons than allowing you to sleep after long shifts and studying all night long.

When the two of them are closed, your room is blanketed with the darkness of the night-sky, and your vision goes blind.

It's crazy how much your other senses come forward when one of them is deprived.

You can hear perfectly your own breathing and the soft ruffling of your sheets. "Spidey?" You whisper.

"I'm here," he says on the opposite end of your bed.

"Can you see anything?" you ask, crawling back towards the direction of his voice, slowly.

"A little more than you, probably," there's soft laughter very close to you, then you feel a hand wrapping around your wrist. He pulls you to him and now Spidey's sitting with his back to the headboard of your bed, fitted between your pillows.

You crawl on top of him, straddling his lap, feeling your heart beating on your throat.

Your hands feel all the way up to his neck.

When they're there, you cup his neck in your hands and caress the soft skin it finds there. "Hi," you mutter.

All you can feel is the heat of his body underneath you. "Hi," he whispers back. His head leans forward and your foreheads touch. "How the hell did I fall on your hands of all the hands in this hell-hole of a city?"

It comes out as a breathless whisper, but it makes your insides curl.

He speaks it in such a reverent way that it's impossible for you to not feel it. "I'm glad you did." You lean forward, giving him enough time to back away and when he doesn't, you press a soft, chaste kiss on his lips. "Can we—can we kiss more? The curtains—I just closed so you'd feel more comfortable," you confess. "You don't have to take the mask off, but I can't see you now."

"I know. I know," Spidey nods, and you feel another kiss pressed on your lips. "It's just—," he swallows thickly, and his hands on your waist pull you flushed against his chest. "Gimme a second."

You sit there, waiting.

Every movement of his body is now felt by you—every inch of his body is pressed against yours, and because you can, you wrap your legs around his waist, locking your heels together.

That's when you feel it—you're adjusting yourself on his lap when Spidey's left arm comes up to the back of his neck, and he grips the back of his mask.

The sound of the material being pulled off makes your heart beat faster.

He trusts me. Oh, god, he really, actually trusts me.

"This is better, right?" His voice sounds lower.

Raspier—more serious. His arm around your waist and underneath your ass secures its grip, and you nod. "I... thank you. For trusting me, Spidey-boy," you chuckle, feigning nonchalance to try and mask how much your heart is trying to beat out of your chest.

He laughs too, the same nervous undertone as yours in his mirth, and then kisses you. "I wish I could do this in the light of the day," his voice carries so much that you wonder if this is what you were both chasing when the hug turned into a kiss. Spidey almost sounds on the verge of tears underneath you, and you can tell these are words he's been holding back for a while now. "I wish—D'you get why I don't? I'm—It terrifies me. If I'm me and I meet you, and then someone who's Spider's enemy discovers my identity—it's you they'll go after, Y/n. I've been there before. They can't go after you. D'you get that?"

"I do," you kiss him quiet, and you both lose yourselves in it.

He worries. All those times thinking he didn't want to spend time with me—he just worries.

The thought multiples, and grows like a tree in your mind. It spills over in the kiss.

He wants you, and thought about it, too. He's been protecting you, guarding you against the fact that his double life comes with consequences.

When he pulls back again, you whine in protest. "No—get back here," now that you can, you grab a fistful of his hair.

Spidey groans against your lips, laughing. "Hold on."

"No," you protest, and smash your smiling lips on his again.

Spidey lets you, and the kiss is nothing but two smiles pressed together for the first moment. It takes a couple of pecks and the sweet drag of his bottom lip over your mouth to open you up.

The way he kisses is intoxicating.

It makes you feel like someone new—it sparks something inside of you. It takes so much to make you comfortable and willing, needy and receptive, but his touches all land in the right places.

The kiss builds up. More than touching, it senses like a delivery. All of his wounds are forgotten, and all of your worries dissipate. Nothing but the drag of his tongue against yours and his hands gripping your body tight resonate on your mind, and Spidey uses his hands to guide your arms up—he holds you by the elbow and guides your hands until they reach up, touching his face.

You gasp in his mouth.

"It's ok," he whispers. You feel his smile, and swallow the knot on your throat.

"You sure?"

"Uhum."

Tentatively, you let your hands explore over his face.

It's so real and terrifying to trace the outline of his jawline, the shape of his lips, and his full eyebrows that everything else becomes silent. Spidey lets you do it, allows your hands to draw his features in your mind, caresses over his closed eyelids.

The thought slips out of you in a breathless whisper,

"You're so pretty."

He chuckles, and his legs slide up higher, trapping you inside his hold. "Ah—thanks."

You bite your lip, feeling your mind go hazy.

Underneath you, he's not exactly soft anymore. Both of you must be highly aware of that fact, or at least, you are. It makes you burn, and the core between your legs feels twice hotter since the moment you sat down.

You don't know how far he wants to take this, but stopping kissing him is out of the question. "Hey, Spidey—"

"Peter."

It's a whisper.

It catches you, like a trap in the woods.

Peter.

"I imagine there are enough around there for me to let you have at least this," he whispers, and when his lips are on yours again, they tremble.

Peter.

You kiss him, and melt in his arms in the process. When he pulls apart for air again, you whisper. "Hey, Peter."

"Yeah?"

"Please, don't stop."

Peter takes a deep breath underneath you.

"You don't want me to stop?" He asks, his arms squeezing around you.

Not to stop what, you're unsure. Whatever it is, you're sure of the answer. Shaking your head, you whisper. "No."

Don't stop kissing me.

Don't stop touching me.

Don't leave. Don't go anywhere. Don't leave. Please, don't leave.

Whatever part of your thoughts he hears, he takes it to heart, and pushes all the answers from his lips to yours.

His name is Peter.

That's the first thing you catalog now, and they start webbing one into the other.

Number one, Peter's an excellent kisser.

He knows when to grab you by the hair and guide you where he wants you to be, and knows when to let you take control. He allows you to play with his hair, to grab his face, scratch his nape—all that you have to offer, he's willing to take. Peter lets you bite and nibble on his bottom lip, and in return, he sucks your tongue inside his mouth. It's like a push and pull, a game of wits that one of you is winning, and so is the other one.

Number two, Peter's got a mouth on him.

You discover it the first time he pulls back for much needed air and takes his breaths hiding in the cusp of your neck, with his hands getting bolder and learning the outlines of other parts of your body now—like your stomach, your ribs and your breats. He holds the new parts he finds, and grips the one he likes the most. It pulls mewls and whines out of you, and that's when he first chuckles against your skin, all malice and desire.

"You're sensitive here?" He asks, grabbing your sides. "Or here?" His hands run up to your boobs, cupping them in his hands. "Fuck. D'you know how many times I had to think about the vilest things I've ever seen to distract myself from these right on my face? My line of sight? Fuck, Y/n, they're so soft."

His mouth goes from its trail on your shoulders to your collarbones, pulling on your sleeping shirt to get more access to the space between your tits.

"Wanna kiss them so bad—can I kiss them, pretty?"

"Peter."

"God—teaching you my name's the best idea I've ever fucking had," Peter laughs, with more genuinity and happiness than you've ever heard. "Was that a yes? Can I? Say 'yeah, Peter'."

"Peter."

"Alright, I can take a hint." Peter's hands were quick.

That was Number Three: Peter was quick.

It was an easy fact to forget or overlook, but impossible to let it go once you felt it. Peter had agile fingers and a lot more dexterity in his pinky than most men would ever dream to accomplish with their whole bodies, their entire goddamn lives.

"Peter."

It's your winning word of the night, and the one that rings in your ears when the realization of how hard he already is underneath you hits.

Number four: Peter's not little anywhere.

It's the last fact you're able to register before your notion to count, think, or do anything other than whine and beg come to play.

"Y/n," his hands get a grip on your waist.

The waist that's grinding on him, chasing the outline of his cock and how good it feels fitted between your folds. There's only your your baby doll between you and his sweatpants, and the state his kisses left you is already leaving a spot of wetness on his clothes.

"It's too hot," you whine, and Peter nods on your neck.

"Can I take it off? Our clothes?"

"Yeah."

Your mind swims as he relocates you to his side to undress you. The darkness and Peter start to mingle as one, and this all might as well be a dream.

It feels like one, and tastes like one, too.

He takes off your clothes slowly, and you lay with your back on the bed as your ears pick up him removing his own clothes. Yours, technically, but with his smell. Images of you with the sweater he's wearing tonight over the course of the week flash on your mind—sniffing the material to get a sense of him when he's away. Pathetic, and yet true.

When he lays his body over yours this time, it's only your skin against his.

You swallow thickly, embracing the heat. Your lower back's starting to sweat, as is your temple, but you gladly take it, because the heat Peter brings warms you from the inside out.

He kisses you again, and your legs come up to wrap around his thighs. "Peter."

"Yeah, pretty?"

"Want more."

"You want more?" His waist grinds down. Peter's tall enough to cover your body with his, and his pelvis fits right on yours. The outline of his cock brushing with your folds makes you ever wetter, even needier. "D'you have condoms? I can't carry diseases, but I think you don't want the mess."

OH, god. Your mind blanks, resets, then restarts.

"Get inside me. Right. Now."

Your assertiveness is met with laughter, but is dies on his throat when he lines himself up with you.

The thrust is mutual, and with only a few movements of his waist, there he is.

It's more than just fucking.

There's no rush. No despair.

Peter's vocal with how good you feel—so tight, so good around me, so good, pretty. He's patient, and too damn attentive to every twitch of your body on his.

Peter's strong, and the difference between any previous hook-ups to him is made obvious when he stays there, holding himself with his forearms over you, his hips thrusting inside with no struggle. He eventually moves you on top of him again to let you take control, and holds your whole weight when it gets too much.

He wants you to feel good, and wants you to know that he's feeling good, too.

It may be the continuous, rhythmic movement of your bodies together, grinding on one another and holding tight on your arms and whatever part your hands can reach, or the way he alternates between kissing you and whispering the filthiest compliments to you and how good it feels, your pussy feels so fucking good, pretty.

It may be all that or the fact that it's intimate, it's needed.

Peter builds your orgasm up from the inside—knits the whole thing with his hands and his patience, because all he wants is to feel you all around him.

When it comes, it's a waves washing over a shore.

"Peter—feels too good, too good." Reasoning and stringing sentences together was an ability lost when he sat you on his lap and bounced you up and down for the first time, hitting every single spot inside of you.

He understands you just fine. His sweaty locks between your fingers feel almost as good as his grunts and whines pressed right on the middle of your chest. "I know, baby, I know." God, his whines are fucking music. "Oh my god, you're a sap," he laughs.

And oh—, "I said it?"

"You did," he groans. "You're gonna make me cum like this, pretty." Peter grabs your nape and crashes your mouths together, changing the angle of his legs.

With his feet planted on the bed and the headboard as leverage, he can thrust upwards and hit right on your G spot. By your scream, he figures that out pretty quickly.

"Oh my god."

"Oh, you're clenching on me—you gonna cum, pretty?" Peter smacks your ass, and his hand on your nape glides down through the sweat, lower and lower. It wraps on your neck lightly, as if testing the waters, and when you bend your neck backward, Peter's thrusts become erratic.

His hand grips your neck just right.

"Do it. Lemme see, c'mon. Cum on me, baby. Can I cum in you? You want that?" Peter's words are met with incoherent babbles, and you're officially cock drunk now—the bouncing gets louder, the sounds filling up the walls of your room and the heat emanating from your bodies could power up the whole block, probably.

"Please."

"Please what?" He growls.

"Please cum in me," you cry, feeling your legs starting to weaken.

It's okay because he's got you—Peter holds your waist and pounds into you. "Who d'you want to cum in you, pretty? Say it. Say my name, please—"

"PETER, please! Please cum in me. Please, please—"

"Oh my fucking god," Peter cries, and his thumb comes up to rub on your clit at the same time as you feel the heat and the twitching inside of you.

When Peter cums, a part of you blacks out.

Your orgasm is pulled from you in a crashing wave, and he rides it with his mouth on your ear, whispering words that flow in the background.

"You did so good. ... Oh, god. So perfect—you're fucking perfect, baby."

It takes you a while to come back from it.

Everything is still, and his breathing underneath yours connects your chests.

"Peter?"

He shifts his head, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Hm? You okay?"

"... You'll stay, right?"

Peter takes one heartbeat, and then presses a kiss on the juncture of your neck and your shoulder. "'Course." He kisses your cheek. "I've got morning lectures, but—I'll stay. You want me to stay, right?"

"Yes. Please."

"Then I'll stay."

Peter keeps his promise, and you wonder how something you've dreamt of before is the reality that you fall asleep in.

You wonder which will be the reality you wake up to.

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celabi · 1 year

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can i pinch scummy scara's lil cheeks

Pinching Scummy Scaramouche’s cheeks! ☆彡 0.3k

“I’m— I’m not a baby, you know…” Scaramouche mumbles out in a fluster, and looks off to the side in attempt to try and hide the dark hue of pink that replaces the light, white tone of his porcelain skin. Though even so, he makes not even the slightest movement to pull away from your warmth, your touch. He’s betting all the mora in his pockets that he looks so weak and fragile in front of you, right now, so forlorn as he can’t help but blush dark shades of red at even the smallest bit of affection you care to show him. He’s so damn pathetic, he thinks.

Can’t help but to, not so surprisingly, allow his lonely little heart to melt into a puddle of goo, down into the deepest pit of his stomach when his cheek is pinched in between the pads of your finger tips. He can’t help but ever so slightly inch his feet forward, trying to subtly get his body closer to yours so he can take in the scent of the one who had titillated him so immensely. How he can’t help but let his shoulders marginally drop down in tranquil when he takes note of the tension in his bones vanishing, before leaning his head more into the palm of your hand and sighing somewhat giddily.

Your hand smells so sweet, he thinks, as it delicately prods at his dermis— not caring one bit at the slight sting your finger nails leave behind when you accidentally (or intentionally, who knows) pinch a little to hard, or for the growing vein of ache that starts crawling up to his neck from how much he’s straining it to look up at you. It’s okay though, for he would self inflict any amount of pain you saw fit, if it meant you would hold him so delicately, so dearly, so close, like you were now.

“Though if my abashed state brings you some kind of enjoyment, then please… touch me all you want, [name]”

#anon #🍃 — drabbles ☆彡 #scummy scara :(#genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #x reader

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ghoulangerlee · 3 months

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sorry sick brain got me thinking about swiss, cumulus and cirrus again lmao, so here's a bit about the three of them being summoned i guess

Swiss comes through the swirling light with a choked gasp, crawling his way out from the pit; he can feel the girls somewhere behind him, clawed hands on his ankles as he's pulling the weight of three ghouls out from the abyss.

He's been here before, on the surface, once a very long time ago--he's sure that little fanfare is involved with this, just as there was long ago.

The small pile of offerings sit, a temptation, just out of reach, as he continues to use his strength to ensure that he and his girls make it through this; because he's heard the stories of what happens to the pairs who don't make it out together, of the ones who get left behind and he would never do that to them. Would never break something so precious.

When he goes to claw at the ground, the rock like soft earth beneath his sharp nails, a pair of shoes step into his sight just as warm hands come down to grab at him, cupping gentle under his arms before they pull a burst of strength and quintessence all in one that has the three of them coming out of the abyss all at once.

It must be a surprise, because even on the strange ghoul's face, the one who'd pulled him out, he's looking between the three of them like they're something foreign when they're all the same deep down.

Swiss is, the first to stand and help his companions up, stepping in front of them when they've both gotten their feet underneath them, he snaps his teeth and hisses at the strangers surrounding them, tail feathers standing up in a display of dominance and protection.

An earth ghoul, a water ghoul, a fire ghoul that smells somewhat off and a quintessence ghoul who's now standing by a human, the one who summoned them, most likely.

"We won't hurt you," the quintessence ghoul says, holding his hands up, as if showing his palms were a way to calm down a confused, territorial ghoul. "We'll allow you free passage if you don't want to stay."

Swiss watches as the hands motion towards the other three ghouls for a moment, directing them, and his eyes track their movements, careful, cautious.

They produce blankets, something Swiss is familiar with; he's not sure if the girls know what they are, if they've ever been on the surface like he has, but he can recognize that they're starting to feel the chill of the air, something so different from the warmer climate they'd been living in thus far.

He nods slowly and the three ghouls step closer to them, holding the blankets out further, until he can reach out and snatch two of them away, immediately wrapping his companions in them, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of their heads, into colorful and neutral toned feathers.

The earth ghoul goes to offer him the spare blanket and Swiss hesitantly accepts it, wrapping it around his shoulders; he's not quite chilly, the fire in him burning warm and bright, but he does it for the sake of having something to do with his hands.

"If you'd like, we can talk, go upstairs. We have some clothes that you can wear, food if you'd like. We won't keep you long if you don't want to stay."

The quintessence ghoul speaks again, his eyes imploring as he stares Swiss head on, recognizing the protectiveness, in the same way that he's protective of his own pack.

Pack.

Swiss realizes, somewhat distantly, as he feels the pull towards the pile of offerings once again, and he looks to see that the girls have crouched down, are perusing through the items carefully.

Feathers, trinkets, smooth stones and what looked to be a small collection of sea glass.

He can feel, through their bond, that the girls are appreciative of the gifts; they won't quite speak yet, but they're combing through them all the same, dividing them up between the three of them and when they finally look up to catch his gaze, he can feel the decision being made for him.

(Not that he doesn't trust them. He would do anything for the girls.)

"If I stay," Swiss says, finally turning back to the others, staring first at the quintessence ghoul, and then at the human beside him. "What will happen to the girls?"

The quintessence ghoul looks from him, to the other two, opens his mouth to say something, but the human places a gloved hand on his arm and steps forward.

Nothing about him seems impressive to Swiss, nothing about him really feels like anything beyond an undercurrent of some sort of arcane something that resides beneath his skin.

"Can they sing?" He asks, something hopeful in his tone, as his eyes dart between the three of them.

Swiss thinks back to the beautiful music the three of them had made together, voice loud and joyous as they flew through the air.

"Like nothing you've ever heard before."

That seems to appease the human, because he nods, inhales deeply, "If you three would like a place in the band...it's yours." he says, and though he still looks somewhat nervous about everything; possibly three ghouls coming to surface instead of just a one, he sounds sure in his decision.

He feels a tug and glances back to the girls, who are looking at him, their heads cocked, the taller one, Cirrus, nods slowly while the shorter one, Cumulus, draws the blanket tighter around her and comes to stand beside Swiss.

"Alright," he says, feeling Cirrus come to stand at his other side, "We accept."

As the words come out of his mouth, he feels it, a pressure in his mind, feels the girls sag against him as their bond opens up into something more; the other ghouls and the human, who now that Swiss is able to, can sense that he's there too.

He almost laughs at it, a human opening his mind up to his ghouls.

How unheard of.

Warmth closes around the three of them, the bond snapping into place almost like a rubber band, so quick, a little painful, but something about it right.

"Welcome to the surface," the human says again as he steps forward once more, closer this time, to the three of them, "My name is Cardinal Copia and I lead the Ghost project."

#the band ghost fic #my writing #swiss ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #i dont know what this is

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nervousimposter · 11 months

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Steve felt his back collide with the dusty, wooden shed wall. His breath knocked out of him. An embarrassing whine with it. The oar he was holding fell from his grasp and he latched onto the closest thing to him instinctively. He briefly registered something cold and sharp on his neck but the fist in his shirt and the man inches from his face grabbed his attention. Big, brown eyes were looking at him, just a touch manic, scared. And Steve was entranced.

Eddie Munson wasn’t someone you could overlook. He spent his days sitting right outside the social norms most high schoolers followed religiously. The attitude, dramatics and volume kept him right on your peripherals. A lingering figure in the corner of your eye and mind. And if Steve had been a little more brave and a little more defiant, he would have moved Eddie from that blurry corner to the forefront instantly. To be able to sit in his orbit and just be. No pressure, no stress. Just Eddie.

But the lingering thoughts always brought back the harsh voice of his Father and he would move his eyes back forward. He would laugh with Tommy and glance back at girls. He would go on dates, go to practice, throw his parties. He would stay ‘King’ Steve. And Eddie would stay Eddie, that fuzzy silhouette on the edge of his vision and that buzzy sensation in the pit of his stomach.

Graduating helped. Well, everything with the Upside Down helped, not that Steve particularly liked that thought. He got better. All that useless posturing, gone. The peer pressure to be ‘King’ had just felt so senseless after almost dying a few times. The upper cuts to the head might’ve also contributed but who actually knows. Steve just knows that he’s changed and he’s been able to look in the mirror and start to like the guy he was seeing. But that self confidence brought back those little dust bunnies sitting in the corner of his brain. That, and Robin.

Gorgeous, brilliant Robin. Who sat in a dingy, mall bathroom and told Steve an integral part of herself. Told Steve. The guy she had apparently hated until recently. She grabbed that piece of her soul and launched it over those stalls and Steve really had no choice but to catch it. To cradle that and carve out a space in him to fit it. It was no brainer in that instance to give a piece of himself to her in return. So he had crawled under the divider, shimmied to her side and handed it over.

‘Me too.’

‘What?’

‘My, uh, Dad. He’s a bit of an asshole. Says a lot of shit. I wasn’t allowed. But there was this guy. There is this guy.’

‘Oh my god, Steve.’

And that was that. Steve and Robin became STEVE and ROBIN. Platonic soulmates with a capital ‘P’. Co-dependent to the point of being unhealthy but Steve was thriving, so he didn’t care. Robin was a well of information. He learned so much about himself that he never gave himself the chance to. They talked and talked and each new revelation brought back those lingering thoughts. Which morphed into very present, very forefront thoughts after his kids got into High school.

He really should have seen that coming. His dorky little kids making friends with Eddie. It really almost was a given. That's just what Eddie did. He grabbed those outliers and he nestled them into his fold. And Steve had no compunction to admit that his kids were definitely going to be outliers. He loved them, god did he love them, but they were little weirdos. Perfect for Eddie. And apparently Eddie was perfect for them. They told Steve constantly. Which had only left Eddie being in his head every day.

He had felt cursed at the time. Having them wax poetic about him every time he picked them up. Having to hear how cool, how metal he was. Having to catch glimpses of him in the shadow of the school as the kids ran to his car. Realizing that Steve was now sitting in the peripherals of Eddie and wondering if he was lingering in his thoughts too. Just like him.

But with him bodily holding Steve against the shed wall right now, he felt anything but cursed. Eddie wasn’t sitting on the edge anymore. He was right there. Steve heard Dustin trying to get Eddie to calm down. To back off but Steve really did not want that to happen. Eddie could stay, the broken bottle that was apparently against his neck could probably go though.

“Eddie! That's Steve! You remember Steve right?!”

Steve stared into Eddie's eyes and blinked slowly. “Hi.”

“We came to find you! These are my friends, Eddie. I’ve told you about them! How about we take that bottle away from Steve and just back up a little. We can talk!”

Dustin sounded pretty worked up. Robin and Max are silent next to him. Eddie glanced over at Dustin and relaxed. The bottle was dropped and he made a move to back up but was stopped. Steve flexed his fingers nervously and finally registered what he had latched onto. His fingers were looped through Eddie's belt loops, holding him in place. He should let go. He really, really should let go. But Eddie was looking at him now. He was looking at him and he was still holding his shirt and his eyes were starting to look less scared and Steve was stuck.

He didn’t want to go back to Eddie living on the edge of his vision. He didn’t want to live on the edge of Eddies. He wanted him right in front of him like he was now. Try to become friends, try to become more. He wanted to finally do something for himself without the constant sound of his dad in his brain stopping him. He wanted to be happy. So he squeezed at Eddie's hips and breathed in the little exhale Eddie let out with it. Tried to give him the dopiest smile he could muster. He knows how to do this. Flirting is easy, something he’s good at. He opened his mouth.

#steddieweek2023 #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steddieweek #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #i love these dumbasses

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aetheternity · 2 years

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To tame a brat (Tighnari x reader)

A/N: Hello and welcome back to Callum needing bottom Nari. I have no idea if the world of Teyvat is progressive enough that cock rings even exist but I want so badly to write bratty bottom Nari wearing a cock ring so we're going to pretend this world has it or maybe that it was newly invented. This is basically just what I wrote for the second part of, I'm not stopping but like longer and in a different scenario. Consider this my little gift for kinktober. This is a repost!

Disclaimer: This is AFAB brat tamer reader x bottom Tighnari, This is for the adults only MDNI, this work has: Reader being called mistress, choking, a bit of degradation towards Tighnari. Proceed at your own risk.

Tighnari's breath escaped him. Once, twice as he laid below you. Pupils dilating in the peaks of moonlight filtering in between the half closed curtains. The tips of his ears dwindled and hung, tail near frantic as it swung while you continued to restrict his oxygen. Pleased by the tint of red filling his face.

"Why do you insist on making everything so difficult, Nari? You'd think with ears that big you'd know how to listen." Your grip loosens and it's enough for Tighnari to gag, choking down enough air to fill his once deprived lungs.

"You felt so good, Mistress." He panted "I simply couldn't contain myself."

You sigh with a soft roll of your eyes. When you lean closer you catch the smallest glimpse of a shiver crawling up his spine. "Hope it was worth it because now I have to punish you."

His recent orgasm pools down your inner thigh as you swing your leg over to climb off the bed. It only takes you about a minute but when you emerge from Tighnari's dresser it's with the cock ring you'd purchased only about a week ago (a ring Nari claims he despises but makes you use on him constantly.) and some slightly worn out rope.

"W-wait.. the ring.." He quickly scampers, inching towards the headboard. "I haven't been that bad please.."

You first wrap the rope around his wrists tightening the bind before knotting the other end around a part of the headboard. When you reach for the cock ring however Tighnari instinctively curls his tail over his lap pulling his legs up with it.

"Is that how you wanna play it?" You tsk "If you want to cum again at any point tonight I suggest you start behaving, Nari."

His breaths fall uneven, "Please.. wait, I don't need the cock ring." He shifts his hips away from your hands. "I really won't cum again until you allow me, Mistress."

You hook your arm beneath his thigh brushing his tail off. "Stop fidgeting." You huff "I'm not going to warn you again." The cock ring slips carefully into place earning a gentle gasp from Tighnari. With it nice and snug against the base of his cock, you slide back to your place between his thighs. Nearly rolling your eyes at the slick heat that instantly floods your stomach. His cock head soon buried to the hilt within your overly sensitive walls. "Maybe if you make me cum like a good boy I'll let you orgasm."

His wrists tug at the restraints over the first easy grind of your hips. A whimper of your name quickly following the ever so teasing grind of you atop him.

"Mistress, I want to hold your waist.." His legs tremble, buckling beneath you. I need.. need to touch you.." He groaned

"Earn it." You lean in, far enough for your breath to make his ears twitch. "Show me what a sorry boy you can be."

The fur of his tail glides so smoothly between your fingers as you hold it down with minimal pressure. Noting the way it tensed and squirmed beneath your hold as you arched your back to take him as deep as possible. A sigh of pure pleasure flowing so easily off your lips. That familiar sensation slowly making its presence known in the deepest pit of your core.

Your hands soon find new purchase in the center of Tighnari's chest spreading your legs further apart to get him really riled up beneath you. The slaps of your skin meeting so abruptly it causes your head to spin. Your index finger sliding up to flick one of his pinkened nipples. He can't even begin to hold back his moans at this point, a cacophony of misplaced syllables flying off his lips. You can't hide your smile.

"M-Mistress.." A smile, followed swiftly by a grunt from the depths of his throat. "Mistress.. I can feel it.. I'm so close.." Another moan followed by an array of curses. His breath catches as you slip a hand around his throat.

"Nearly there Nari." Your own breath catches as his hips start to buck, matching yours. Your body shudders deeply and you tense perfectly around his too sensitive cock. "I'm gonna cum.."

The sensation of your walls contracting has Tighnari buckling from the pressure. His back arching, begging for even the smallest bit of that orgasm he couldn't quite reach. A loud unmasked huff falling off his lips as your high slowly washed off of you. Pooling between the place where you're both joined. Within a couple seconds you've got a steady pace going once again. Tighnari's ears flexing as he whimpers in need.

"Mistress.."

"Stop begging already.. you know exactly what I want.."

The headboard bangs with Tighnari's unexpected tugging, each movement of his hips growing more and more sloppy.

"I.. shouldn't have cum.. without permission." His voice breaks, echoing nicely off the walls.

"Keep going sweetie.."

"I want to hold you.. please.. I want to breed you and.. hold you please allow me.."

"Now was that so hard?" You slip a finger beneath the rope. Loosening the restraint with one hand. His wrists instantly fall from the loose ties, curving up your back before retreating to your ass. His tail quickly following wrapping as snuggly as it could around your bare waist.

Each rut of your hips snags a new ragged sound from Tighnari's raspy throat. His eyes curving to the skies every time the tip of his cock brushes your cervix. Your hand slides behind his head to scratch at that all too familiar spot. That spot that makes him come completely undone. Your favorite words spill off his lips, barely strung together as he begged you to cum. The bed creaking awkwardly amongst his rowdy uneven thrusts.

You release his cock just enough to tug the cock ring off of him. Humming softly at the pleasured sigh of relief he couldn't contain. The dig of his nails was instantly intense the moment you slid all the way back down. Bottoming out long enough to inhale. Barely able to exhale as he thrusts into you full force without even the smallest word of warning.

"Nari.. ask, sweetie."

"Mistress.. let me cum please.. I've been a good boy.. right?"

Your smirk is hard to contain, "Cum for me."

The drawn out syllables of the word fuck are nearly drowned out. Barely registering over the swift clap of his hips and complaints from the rocking bed. His raucous calls for his mistress far above the rest. Overwhelmed by the pleasure deep within your core, you shudder and shake above him. Your thighs clasping so tightly around him. Eyes curling back so hard you feel as though they've poked your brain. His own shudder beneath you not quelling until he's finished pumping you full of cum.

Whimpers and gasps all slowly quieting as he clung to you. Requesting every ounce of your warmth with both arms draping around your torso. Those pretty cheeks of his flooded red with color. Breaths so soft and inaudible as he stares up at you with pure awe. You lean in, lips pecking the bridge of his nose. You can already see the lull of sleep starting to overtake him. So you join in. Laying your fatigue on top of his, his heartbeat still so reckless where it hammers his ribcage.

You wrench enough energy up to kiss his chin, and damp neck. The warmth of it all so soothing you don't even recognize you've already drifted off.

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philistiniphagottini · 8 days

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Hi there! Can I request #43 of your smut prompts please? A threesome with Shinjiro and Akihiko from p3 would be lovely please. And with a female reader please and thank you <3 :)

Hi Anon! Thank you thank you so much for the request, it was so much fun to write. I just wanna give you a little smooch on the forehead for allowing me to be so self indulgent with this piece <3

Hope you enjoy~

Smut Prompts

43. Threesome

cw. smut, penetrative sex, threesome, cuddlefuck ((you're sandwiched between them)), squirting, implied polyamory, female reader

Your skin was searing to the touch, blood simmering hotly in your veins as you were sandwiched between your two lovers. You couldn’t tell whose hands belonged to who anymore, bodies pressed and tangled together as your clammy skin stuck to each other. A breathy moan fell from your parted lips as a spine-tingling shiver crawled down your back, heat licking at the base of your spine and pooling into the pit of your stomach.

You could feel Akihiko’s hot breath on the back of your neck, causing every single hair on the nape of your neck to stand up in anticipation as Shinjiro crowded you from the front. They pressed into you, caging you in their strong arms and offering little chance of escape. You felt goosebumps prickling your flesh despite the feverish heat you all shared, your lungs pinching in your chest as Shinjiro buried his thick, boiling cock deeper inside the soused walls of your pussy. Your kiss swollen lips parted around a soft moan of his name, your eyelashes fluttering over your burning cheeks as your eyes threatened to slip close against the onslaught of bliss causing the coil in the pit of your stomach to twist tighter. You whimpered softly as you felt Akihiko drag his bruised lips across your shoulder blades, tongue lapping at the perspiration clinging to your skin. His large, calloused hands gripped your hips as he rocked into you, rubbing the weeping head of his cock between the cleft of your ass cheeks as pearls of his arousal stained your skin.

You blindly reached behind you, fingers weaving through short tufts of white as your nails scratched lightly against his scalp. A pleased hum rumbled in his throat as you purred like a contented cat, your body thrumming with pleasure at the slow drag of Shinjiro’s cock through your plush walls. A heavy grunt fell from his parted lips, his warm breath puffing against the hollow of your throat as his hips languidly snapped into yours.

"Shit" he muttered. "You’re so tight."

The husky purr of your name that dripped from his tongue like honey made you quiver, your warm walls fluttering around him as a pathetic moan tried to crawl out of your throat. Shinjiro enjoyed the way you wriggled in his hold, hips stuttering as he grabbed the soft pudge of your belly, fingers sinking in until the alluring softness spilled between his digits. Beads of arousal dripped down the plush insides of your thighs as your pussy slobbered filthily around his cock, walls squeezing him snug as he carved a path deeper into your core. The hot knot coiling tight in your belly winched tighter, your toes curling into the soles of your feet as the drag of Shinjiro’s cock brushed against the soft, gummy patch inside of you that had you seeing stars. He firmly grasped your hips, teasing his cock just that little bit deeper until you had to swallow around an undignified shriek. Your heart was drumming loudly in your ears, heart fluttering so wildly that you almost didn’t hear Akihiko speaking from behind you.

"Quit teasing her Shinji" he said, a soft grunt muffled between your shoulder blades.

Shinjiro scoffed. "Why? Not gonna last longer?"

Akihiko moaned as he continued to rut his cock between the soft globes of your ass cheeks like an animal in heat, his cock drooling and twitching as the fat head slapped against your back.

"Not if you keep making her move like that."

A slow smile crawled over Shinjiro’s lips. He opened his mouth to retaliate, but he didn’t get far as you swallowed his words with a searing kiss. A surprised noise rumbled in his throat as your tongue slipped past the seam of his lips and delved into the cavern of his mouth. You grasped the back of his neck with your free hand, your wrist straining from the awkward angle laying on your side. It didn’t bother you much as the pleasure continued to eat away at your insides, gnawing and hissing like a caged animal begging to be freed. You parted from Shinjiro’s mouth with a loud pop, a thin strand of saliva breaking as you pulled away.

"No arguing" you said, a small pout tugging at your lips.

Your words may have held a sway of authority if you didn’t sound so breathless. But both men relented. You inhaled sharply as Akihiko nudged his nose against the shell of your ear, placing a soothing kiss just under the lobe as his warm hands kneaded at the scruff of your rump.

"Sorry" he apologised.

"Sorry, baby" Shinjiro added only a scant few seconds after Akihiko.

A soft hum stirred in your chest as you were squished further between them, your legs shaking at the spike of pleasure that raced along your arching back. Your chest heaved as you gulped down ragged gasps of air, soft tits bouncing and pert nipples pebbling from the arousal that burned deep in your core. Shinjiro’s hand slipped around your waist as he reached for Akihiko, fingers curling around his wrist as he snagged his hand.

"If you want something to do…" he uttered.

Akihiko only resisted the pull for a second, giving in as you continued to moan so sweetly it made his head fog over. He let Shinjiro guide his hand between your sticky thighs, fingers brushing against the creamy folds of your silky lips before settling on the glistening pearl of your clit. You shuddered violently, leaning into the touch of Akihiko’s hand as the nerves of your aching clit flushed to life.

"Keep pressure right here" Shinjiro instructed.

Akihiko nodded along, not a single ounce of protest as you continued to shiver between the intimate press of their bodies. Shinjiro had a lot more knowledge on your weak spots than Akihiko did. And it wasn’t for lack of trying. It was just Shinjiro had a bit more experience than he did. Another violent shiver wracked your spine as you tugged on Akihiko’s hair, fingers threatening to rip out his hair from the roots as he rubbed your clit in slow, sensual circles. Akihiko groaned as he pressed his lips to your shoulder, eyes peering around to get a better look at your face as it contorted with bliss.

"Does that feel good, pretty girl?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded dumbly to his words, fighting to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth long enough to force a coherent response out.

"Yes. So good" you replied with a heady slur.

Your head felt giddy, a thick haze of lust clouding your mind and making it hard for you to string together a single thought. You could barely think with the way they were both touching you; Shinjiro thrusting his cock into your soaked pussy as you stretched around the dizzying girth and Akihiko’s fingers rubbing against a white-hot nerve that made fireworks crackle to life in your stomach. You twisted between them, a constellation of tears clinging to your lashes as the tips of your fingers started to go numb. Pressure was starting to build inside you and you feared it may just break something. Shinjiro’s hand clamped down on your thick thigh as you tried to wriggle away, his touch a soothing balm against your skin as you were coaxed into relaxing.

"It’s okay baby" he reassured. "Promise it’ll make you feel good."

A noise stirred in your throat as your hips start to shake, pussy squeezing Shinjiro so tight he thought you were going to suffocate him. A shaky breath fell from his lips as a moan bubbled up his dry throat. He buried his burning face between the scorching valley of your tits, lips wrapping around a pink tip as he suckled the bud into his warm mouth. You moaned so loudly that it felt like the walls of your stuffy bedroom were going to start shaking along with you. Shinjiro dragged the flat of his tongue over your nipple, teeth scraping the sensitive nerve as a hot bolt of electricity cracked down your curved spine. You could feel the hot press of Akihiko’s lips as he leaned over and captured your lips, muffling your delighted mewls and soft moans as he sucked on your tongue.

The pressure was reaching boiling point as your nerves started to fray the edges of your sanity. Your pussy drooled slick against Akihiko’s fingers as he rubbed his fingers in agonising circles against the hot button sitting pretty at the top of your pussy, the off-tempo rhythm compared to Shinjiro’s thrusts making your body temperature skyrocket through the roof. You couldn’t take much more, not when Akihiko was moaning so prettily into your mouth, grinding his painfully hard cock against your ass as the wet, erotic sound of Shinjiro burying his boiling cock into you over and over again made the tips of your ears burn hotter than a raging inferno.

You wrenched your head away from Akihiko as the hot coil inside of you shattered into a million tiny fragment, your veins flooded with white hot euphoria. Your pussy spasmed around Shinjiro, your clit twitching against the press of Akihiko’s fingers as your plush walls clamped down like a vice. Shinjiro groaned into your skin, hot breath trapped between your perfect tits as your juices spilled forth in thin, translucent threads that stained his abdomen and dripped down the sides of his cock. Your pussy drooled around him as his hips stuttered, the warmth wrapped so snug around him coaxing him into his own release. Thick ropes of his hot seed painted your walls as you were still in the throes of your own rapture, the heat making your stomach tingle as you were filled to the brim. Your nerves continued to zap you as Akihiko tucked his flushed face into the crook of your neck, whispering into your ear as he reached his own limits.

Warmth overflowed and dribbled down your quaking thighs as Shinjiro continued to rut his cock into you, pumping you full with another thick, creamy load as you felt Akihiko’s cock twitching violently against the small dip of your back. The tip of his cock drooled as ropes of hot seed painted your skin, beads smeared into your flesh as your head continued to swirl up in the clouds. Wisps of dark hair curled around your fingers as you tugged at the baby hairs on Shinjiro’s neck, a whimper stirring in your throat as he pulled his softening cock from you. His strong hands rubbed soothing circles into your hips and thighs as your hungry pussy clenched around nothing, mourning the loss of warmth.

"Such a good girl for us" Shinjiro praised. "Ain’t that right, Aki?"

Akihiko hummed in agreement; cock still hard as he slipped it between your quivering thighs. His thumb continued to tend to your clit as he let wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck.

"Always good for us" Akihiko agreed.

You looked at him with teary eyes, a pleased sigh falling from your trembling lips as Akihiko’s cock slipped into your pussy and occupied the space Shinjiro had previously been so passionately fucking. Your bones ached with a pleasant burn as your pussy stretched around him with little resistance, the smouldering embers of pleasure sparking in the depths of your core once more as Shinjiro dragged his lips across your jaw, wedging his knee between your thighs to keep you spread open wide for his viewing pleasure.

"Ready for more, sweet girl?"

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He Who Comes from under the Water

Chapter 6 - Safekeeping

Monster!König X she/her afab Reader

CN dead fish

Notes for better understanding at the bottom!

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The water ran playfully past your bare feet dangling in the little stream. You had taken off your shoes, sitting at the grass covered bank while watching König fish. It was shallow, but you could not bring yourself to go deeper than this. König of course did not mind the water, hip deep, and comfortably towering as he straightened victoriously like a tree surviving the flood to pass you one sorry little flapping creature after another, asking you with much elation if that sorry thing would do for lunch.

“A Pike? Yummy.”

“No, not the Rodd. Too much bone.”

“Please don’t make me eat a snail.”

“Another Pike! How did you manage to catch a second one so quickly?”

As the caught fish collected in a basket next to you, waiting to be gutted and prepared, you leaned back on your elbows. It had been a… strange morning.

König had come inside your home for breakfast, only to reveal you might die due to the dangers of being his underwater queen. His words had felt like getting pushed back into a dark pit you had barely managed to crawl out of moments ago. Every time you gathered back your strength, something happened, and you were back where you started. But unlike you, König was not as quick to give up and dragged you back up once again from the pit.

In fact, you wondered why he had not given up on you, just leaving you to find himself a better, more suitable, queen? No, König was bent on keeping you alive, jumping up from the kitchen table declaring ‘I have an idea’ and running out, shouting for the Heron. Confused, you had stayed where you were, only for König to run back in again, lifting you up in a surprising hug accompanied with a ‘you will live, you will live’-chant. You had squeaked in surprise, and he nearly dropped you on the floor, mumbling an excuse before running out again and returning what felt like no time with a bit of fresh birch bark, asking you for a knife.

“Why?”

“It is to write a letter.”

Confused, you passed him a kitchen knife and he started scratching symbols into the soft bark with it. The little blade looked so ridiculous in his large hands, like a dainty daisy in a bear’s claw. Despite it all, you laughed. A desperate little laugh fighting its way out of your lungs.

He looked up.

“What is it, Bride?”

“Nothing. Your hands are so big and the knife so small. That is all.”

He leaned back.

“Would you prefer to write yourself with this tiny knife in your tiny human hands?”

“I can’t,” you replied shortly, still giggling. What a stupid question.

“Why? Can you only use a knife to chop fish?”

“Yes,” You dead panned and smiled softly, the easing laughter helping you with your heavy mood, “I can’t read. Women do not read or write. Don’t you know? Only men can and Ivar, the village teacher, never allowed girls, despite my brother being a student of his and practising at this table next to me. I still was never allowed to attend.”

König frowned under all the messy tangled hair.

“We should change that. Downstream in the cities, everyone knows how to read and write - man, woman or whatever you humans can be. It would be good for you to learn it - but not today. The Heron will not be able to guard you. They have to deliver this letter and hopefully give us the help we need for you to stay alive.”

He paused, his eyes shifting from the pragmatic to a soft questioning gaze.

“Would you like to spend the day with me instead, Bride? I promise, I’ll keep you as safe as the Heron.”

And that was how you ended up wandering the forest with König. Watching him search for trees to fall for the palace with his big axe, while you followed collecting berries and harvesting herbs with your little, tiny kitchen knife until you grew tired and rested at this little stream.

A little splash of water to your face made you squeal in surprise, and you opened your eyes.

König stood before you, a huge catfish under his arm struggling to get free and splashing water everywhere.

“Don’t fall asleep in the sun, Bride,” König chided softly. “You will get a headache from it. The old man complained about it all the time.”

You giggled. “Yes, grandfather liked to have naps but never chose a good spot for it.”

You got up to move into the shadows of a willow for a quick nap.

König nodded approvingly, the catfish under his arm joining in in an attempt to get free.

“Can you make a fire before you nap? It is not my strong suit and, unlike me, you don’t eat raw fish.”

Surprised you turned to König. The man who appeared to be able to do anything – scare away Ivar, summon speaking animals and swamp lights, catch fish and lift heavy wood – did not know how to make a fire.

“No fire under the water, remember?”

You paused before nodding.

That made sense.

The catfish nodded too before finally wiggling out of König’s grip and slipping back into the water.

With a curse König dived after it, leaving you to make a fire.

With practised ease you build a little pile before lighting it up and feeding it more air and dried bark until it was big enough to sustain itself.

Casually you grabbed a few sticks, sharpened them with your knife, gutted and cleared the caught fish and skewered the pike meat wrapped in some of the herbs. It would make for a great meal and you felt your body going from tired to awake enough for food and an eventual nap afterward.

König emerged from the stream and stepped on land, his unhuman appearance mostly covered by a dripping cloak except for the shimmery wet skin from the water and the sunlight.

“No catfish?”

He grumbled something in defeat before sitting down next to the fire.

“You need to teach me how to do this fire and cooking thing, Bride. Could be useful.”

“Oh yes, I will,” You promised, “Who else is supposed to make meals while I sleep?”

He chuckled.

“You humans are so delicate – always needing rest, food, shelter, air, water – but only the clear sweet waters and none of the green or salty ones. I wonder how you make it through the day laughing. Your lives are so harsh.”

“It is pretty okay being a human.” A grin spread on your face as you shrugged. “Better than coming from the water and having to munch raw catfish. Oh wait, the catfish got away. Guess you’ll go hungry, love.”

The word slipped out of you before you could think - a little treacherous word telling of little, treacherous dreams in your little, hopeful heart.

Love.

You looked down, pretending to concentrate on the fire and picked up one of the sticks to grill the fish.

“Be kind and do not let me starve, maiden.” König called out playfully and picked up one of the prepared sticks. “How do you do this?”

You showed him how to hold the fish without burning it, reminding him he had to turn it once in a while, so the fish will be cooked from all sides, and explaining how you used the herbs on the meat.

“And no bark?” König asked after your explanations.

“No bark.”

“Hmpf.

You looked up at him, his features hidden by his hair and hood. Except for his mouth with gleaming sharp teeth turned down in an unhappy frown.

Very sharp teeth.

You shivered, the reality of your fiancé’s inhumanness hitting you in the face like water from the struggling catfish desperate for life.

“Humans do not eat bark but if you like it so much, do what you want.” Your voice went thin as you spoke, a strange lump of fear and worry weighted down deep in your gut.

“Say, König,” you started. “What exactly is so dangerous about me becoming your wife?”

There, the words were out.

Hanging in the air like the skewed fish over the fire, slowly burning and sizzling away skin – painful and inevitable, unless doing something to prevent it.

König sighed.

“My brother,” he explained with a defeated tone, “Can be very pessimistic. He said I might accidentally kill you by drowning. But,” He looked at you, his eyes clear as ice piercing through any doubt. “I will not do that. I promise you are safe with me and there might be someone who can help with removing that danger. Also,” He continued as a careful, toothy smile grew on his face. “So far I have at least somewhat succeeded in keeping you safe, right? You are here and not hurt or hidden away in the house. Not saying I’ve done it perfectly but…” His voice rippled off in waves, making your eye brows narrow slightly

“It is good enough for now… right?”

You stared into the fire, thinking about König’s words. Yes, you were afraid. His otherness sometimes confusing you, or making you withdraw from him in fear. But never had he done anything to harm you.

At least not willingly.

Yes, there were accidents and mistakes. But, he tried to keep you safe and looked out for you. You could not remember anyone being so honestly interested in you and your well-being. Not the villagers who dropped you the moment you became uncomfortable for them. Not the boys you had kissed in secret, or girlfriends who had stopped visiting you when you started to cry more than you laughed from all the death and misery in your life. And certainly not your family who loved you, but kept you as their obedient child to help at home and carry any expectations they placed on you without opposition. That included your beloved grandfather who promised you to someone without asking your permission, counting on you to just follow his command. Love was complicated. You missed your family, your friends and old life. But there was bitterness thinking about them now. The old house had become as much a sanctuary as it was a prison.

Being with König was not that different: like an axe to build a new palace or yield as a weapon.

Yes, it was unfortunate how you had come to be the Bride of the King from Under the Water.

And maybe it would be your death.

But so far, your engagement has come with much more grace than you had ever known.

“Do not worry, my love,” You whispered those words with a grim dedication to all that it might include. “I know you are keeping me safe, and I trust you will continue to do so.”

The silence of your words weighed heavy as you stared into the fire without seeing the flames.

A hand touched yours and you jerked up. König had moved closer, carefully lifting your hand with the skewered fish up and away from the heat.

“I am not much of an expert on fire but this looks like you could light yourself up like that,” He declared with a soft ring as if trying not to smile. “You said it yourself - ‘turn it so it does not burn’. I would do a poor job keeping my bride safe if I let you burn your fingers now.”

You blinked in confusion, before adjusting the grip on the stick in your hand under his large right palm.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

He kept his hand around yours - warm, strong, pleasant - and you hummed in approval as his other wandered around your shoulder and pressed you closer to his side.

My bride. My bride.

That’s what he had said.

The words rang pleasantly in your ears as you nuzzled into Königs chest.

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Cultural context notes:

König writes in Old Church Slavonic. Old Church Slavonic is the basis of many the Slavic languages written form. It was ‘created’ by two monks named Methodius and Cyril (That’s why the modern alphabet is now called Cyrillic) who were tasked with helping to convert the Byzantian Slavs in Moravia to Christianity. To do that they translated several religious texts, most importantly the Bible, into Old Church Slavonic which could be understood by the Slavs. Old church Slavonic is really cool and can still be understood by many modern speakers of Slavic languages despite coming from the 9th century. Also, the Polish band Batushka / БАТЮШКА sings in Old Church Slavonic if you want to know what it sounds like.

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jungle-angel · 3 months

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An Unexpected Visitor (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: Calvin decides to pop into one of your classes and brings an unexpected guest with him.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

"Alright guys, now remember, this experiment needs to be done carefully," Calvin explained. "Do not, I repeat.....DO NOT.....turn the burners on high. This experiment can and will get dangerous."

It always made Calvin a little nervous whenever his students did the color flame test experiments in the lab. Granted it was a fun little experiment, however, there was always that chance that somebody could burn their eyebrows off. He was lucky that everybody had been able to perform their experiments safely and effectively, each one watching with awe as the flames lit up on their test strips.

The lunch bell rang and with perfect timing. The snow was coming down harder than ever outside and Calvin wondered if you and him would be able to get out before the campus closed at two o'clock. Thankfully, the college president allowed you both an early start.

"Somebody's here for a visit," Dr. Powers announced, sticking his head in the door.

Calvin laughed as a huge grin crawled across his face, removing his protective glasses before making his way over to scoop up Ellen. "There's my pretty little princess," he cooed, gently taking her, blankie and all from Anthony. Ellen giggled, her gummy little mouth nomming on her father's jaw.

"Thought your mom was watching her today?" Calvin said, littering Ellen's cheeks with a million little kisses.

"Mother had to go and get Finnegan from the vet," Dr. Powers explained. "I think she forgot she couldn't take the baby with her and Doris is in with your wife."

Calvin smiled and shook his head. He had always felt bad for Dorothy Powers, Anthony's mother, and a member of "the chain", the neighborhood eyes and ears of Miss Patricia Evans, who always stayed up to date on the latest neighborhood gossip. She had always been a bit of an absent minded lady and her son had been the same, earning him the apt nickname of "the absent minded professor."

"Alright princess," Calvin said. "Lets go see Momma."

Calvin made his way down the hall alongside Dr. Powers, with Ellen in his arms and the staff unable to hold back their remarks on how adorable she was. At every turn it seemed that someone was stopping to tickle her little cheeks or to boop her little nose.

Dr. Powers carefully opened the door to your classroom where you were still giving your lecture. Calvin waited patiently at the top of the steps, listening to your lecture intently, his whispers keeping Ellen quiet so they could surprise you.

"Now ladies," you said to your girls. "Remind me again, what are some of the dos and do nots of a full abdominal exam? Ruth?"

"It's always best to listen with the stethoscope before you probe?" Ruth answered a little hesitantly.

""You would be correct," you answered. "Anybody know the reason?"

"Because the probing can increase peristalsis," Alessia Martinez answered.

"Exactly!" you answered. "So next week we will be having a demonstration for this, however, I will need to ask our guinea pig if he'd be up to it."

"Not unless he surprises you first!" Calvin called from the top of the stairs.

You looked up and tried not to laugh as your girls got excited at the sight of your husband carrying your baby in his arms down the steps to the lecture pit.

"What the hell are you doing here?" you chuckled.

"I could ask you the same thing but unfortunately our little princess dropped by unexpectedly," Calvin answered.

You took a wriggling Ellen from Calvin, pulling her loose pink blanket a little tighter around her to keep her warm. "Should we grab lunch or get out of here while the roads are clear?" you asked him.

"Might wanna get out of here while it's clear," Calvin said. "Dad said the roads might get nasty later."

You gathered up your things for the day and so didn't Calvin, the both of you heading out to your shared car to head home and hoping that Six-Thirty would be the first to greet you when you got in the door.

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