#and his super naturals. did i fucking stutter.

[shinelikethunder]

thinking about her (trueform Cas and his super naturals)

#supernatural #castiel #trueform cas #and his super naturals. did i fucking stutter. #shine watches spn

[princessbrunette]

how do you feel about flirting with aotc!anakin? whether it’s established relationship flirting or you’re just getting to know one another or whatever. i’m rly interested in seeing how you’d decide to write a younger (maybe more naive?) version of anakin. make it as dirty/smutty/suggestive as you want, i love anything you put out

(us acting like we weren’t giggling in dms about this 😝)

okay but yes.

flirting with him is so fun because… he’s a slut idc. i guess i understand when people wanna present him as some shy virgin but also like… did we even watch the same movie? aotc ani was bricked up for the entire 2hours and 22 minutes in this essay i will-

when you’re still friends — flirting with him is so much fun because he’s barely keeping it together. he shamelessly glances at your tits when you’re talking to him because how can he not? you’re practically begging for it with them pressed together like that, blinking up at him with faux innocent doe eyes. he’s already stiff before you’ve even been standing there for more than thirty seconds. he won’t shy away from telling you that, either.

the way you call him “ani” in that sweet breathy voice, reaching up to fix his short blonde hair. he knows your game. he stares down at you with that obscene smirk, shuffling a bit closer to you so he has a better view down your top. but soon enough, you’re pulling away slyly, putting an extra sway of the hips in your walk as you leave him to give him a show.

you have to constantly tell him to stop staring at you, because whenever you look at him he’s got this slight smile on his face — and not in the sweet romantic way, the sort of vacant and dark smile that says ‘I’m not focused on anything going on right now, because i’m imagining you creaming on my cock.’ aotc ani definitely dabbled in a fair share of holoporn, so he can get super creative with his daydreams.

maker forbid the conversation ever is lead down one of a sexual nature whilst you’re still friends — his curiosity causing him to prod and pry at your sex life, and brazenly offering to be added to your roster at a drop of a hat. “did your ex ever taste you?” he’s stepping into your space once more. you roll your eyes at his intrusiveness but shake your head anyway. “i would have. you should allow me. wouldn’t you like to see how it feels? i heard some girls compare it to heaven…” he gets impossibly closer like he’s going to kiss you but you break off the moment.

“what girls?” you frown jealously which only makes him grin boyishly and chuckle, stuttering over an explanation.

when the two of you finally end up together, you make him wait even longer to fuck you just because it’s fun — doing everything in your power to make him flustered. your favourite moment would have to be when you’d come to visit the temple for work purposes, running into anakin and his mentor obi wan. you’d been discussing something of a professional nature, ignoring the way anakin was eyefucking you as you spoke to his master. as soon as obi wan briefly leaves the room, leaving the two of you behind — you pounce, pouting and pushing yourself up against the flustered blonde.

“miss you ani, need you really bad.” you whimper quietly, being met with wide eyes and red cheeks. you take his strong, pretty hand and bring it to cup the shape of your cunt through your panties beneath your skirt. “m’so wet.” you watch ani take a jagged breath in, letting his fingers feel around for your soaked spot before you’re pulling back again, hearing obi wan returning. he gets so frustrated he has to excuse himself.

but that’s not the last you see of him that day, on your way out of the temple he ambushes you — hurrying you into a dark closet space with spare sparring mats and faulty saber hilts on shelves, lips finding purchase on your neck and his hands grabbing greedily at your ass.

“ani!”

“please— please let me fuck you.” he groans, pushing his hips against yours, hard cock pressing against your tummy. “cant you feel what you’ve done?”

“not here, in a dark closet. i would like it to be more romantic than that.” you speak between sloppy kisses, his hand coming up to gently hold your cheek still.

“well forgive me, but i don’t care too much for romance right now. you’re getting me way too excited.” he grips your waist.

“i care.” you turn your head, looking at him with a serious glint in your eyes when he pulls back. he sighs, rolling his eyes and steps back, nodding.

“very well then.” he frowns. you place your hands on his shoulders and stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

“ask obi wan for some time off, we’ll fly somewhere — can take our time. it’ll be worth it.” you smile and he exhales out his nose, nodding.

“alright alright. now don’t tease me anymore, it’s not nice.” he’s practically pouting and you giggle. it’s hard for his own smile not to break through too.

#aotc anakin drabble #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #aotc anakin smut

[wol-fica]

Hi, I don't usually request stuff as I'm too shy but I thought I'd give it a shot.

Can you do a story where reader is g!p and very shy and innocent and suddenly she gets a boner. Jenna notices this and decides the best way to help her girlfriend is with a handjob, reader has never even orgasmed before so she was very nervous. Jenna calms her nerves by jerking her gf off with sweet praises and encouragement. Jenna is very gentle when doing this. She gives reader aftercare once she's finished.

I hope this gets filled because I really like your writing.

summary - (added some head) ^

an - this was super sweet that i just had to do it :)

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“I never knew that facehuggers did that.” Jenna murmured, eyes trained on the movie playing in front of you.

It was a lazy Friday night, with both of you free for the next few days so Jenna decided to make sure you both spent as much time as you could together. She suggested watching a movie, and you chose Alien as Sigourney Weaver was your save and grace.

Jenna was in your lap, turned sideways so her legs were thrown over your own. Her head rested on your chest while her hands captured yours so she could play with your fingers whenever she pleased. You rested your chin atop her head, eyes falling shut from the day’s exhaustion.

“I bet I could survive an alien attack.” Jenna said, reaching into the popcorn bowl to grab a handful.

“Sure you can.” You mumbled back, choosing to now rest your cheek on her instead of your chin, “You would be dead instantly.”

“No I wouldn’t!” She countered, smacking your stomach with the back of her hand, “I’m a natural final girl.”

You hummed in response, opening your eyes to continue watching the movie. Jenna shifted in your lap, her hips gently grinding down into your crotch. You froze up, sucking in a quiet breath when she did it again. You knew she was just readjusting herself, but her movements were causing a certain reaction from your body.

Now you have had erections before, they were not new to you, but you’ve never been around Jenna when you have had them. Usually, you would just ignore it and watch some boring animal documentary to make it go away, and you’ve never gone out of your way to manually remove it.

It’s not unknown to Jenna that you are a virgin, it was one of the things she found out very early on. Sex wasn’t a huge, need-to-do thing for you, as you are perfectly fine with having a romantic relationship without needing to constantly fuck your significant other. Jenna respected that choice, and has never overstepped that line when caught in spontaneous make-out sessions.

That being said, she did wish that she could gain a bit more out of you. So when she finally found a better way to sit in your lap, she was incredibly surprised to feel a certain something beneath your pajama pants.

Her head slowly turned to you, eyes wide and curious, “Is that…?”

You gulped, tearing your eyes away from hers to look at the ground in shame. Jenna stared at you for a moment before awwing at you. One of her hands snaked around your jaw, pulling your face back to hers.

“No need to be embarrassed, my love.” She said, pressing a kiss to your lips, “It’s a normal thing to happen.”

“Y-yeah but…” You stuttered, completely ashamed of your predicament, “It’s never happened around you before…”

Jenna giggled, moving to straddle your lap. Her hands found your waist, giving her leverage to hover above your hips. Her eyes had a mischievous glint to them, her pupils expanding inside her brown iris’s. Her lips parted, tongue running along her teeth before she asked you a question that made you feel lightheaded.

“Can I help you with it?”

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, completely speechless from her request. She smiled, leaning up to kiss your forehead while her hand traveled to the waistband of your pants. She paused, eyes searching yours while she waited for your consent. You inhaled, taking one last time to calm your nerves before slowly nodding to her.

Immediately her hand slipped past your pants and underwear, pulling them both down and off of your body. Your cock sprung free, slapping against your clothed stomach and standing tall at your proud seven inches. Jenna gasped, in pure awe at your size. Her pupils had now encompassed her the whole of her eye, the brown drowned out by a black void.

“Jesus…you’re huge…” She murmured to herself, one of her hands coming forward to brush against your length.

Your ego skyrocketed from her statement, your eyes fluttering at her soft touch. The feeling of her hand gently wrapping around your shaft made you suck in a breath, your teeth gritting at the sensitivity you felt.

Jenna slowly got to work, stroking your cock to start off. Her hand went up and down, squeezing when she reached your base and when she got up to your tip. The pad of her thumb would roll over your slit every time she reached the top, smearing your precum across your cock.

You felt like you were in heaven, and you definitely regretted never asking her to help you out when you needed it. Her strokes sped up, causing you to moan and throw your head back in pleasure. Jenna hummed, choosing to kiss your jaw while she gave you your first handjob.

“Such a pretty thing…” She said, grinning when you moaned her name, “So sensitive…”

“Fuck…Jenna y-you’re killing m-me…” You groaned, your hips now bucking up into her hand, “S-shit…”

“My beautiful girl…” Jenna cooed, sucking a small hickey onto your neck, “Let go whenever you’re ready.”

Your eyes rolled, head thrown back as she jerked you off. One of her hands was holding your hips down, while the other was stroking your cock at a fast yet gentle pace. She kissed you one last time before sliding down to be face to face with your cock. You watched with wide eyes as she gave you a wink before parting her lips and taking your tip into her mouth.

The feeling of her warm tongue running across your slit had you crying out in pleasure, your hand somehow knowing to slid into her hair while she worked. She relaxed her jaw, slowly taking inch by inch into her mouth before she had your whole cock inside and your tip nestled snugly in the back of her throat.

“S-shit…b-babe…” You were at a loss for words, the feeling of her hot mouth doing wonders for you, “That f-feels amazing…”

She hummed, causing you to moan, and then proceeded to suck and swallow around your cock. You sobbed, both of your hand in her hair while your hips naturally fucked up into her mouth. One of her hands slid up between your legs to roll and squeeze your balls, and that did it for you.

You came with a cry of her name, eyes rolling back from your first orgasm. Jenna worked you through it, swallowing every drop of your cum. Once you finished, she took her mouth off of you, kissing your tip lovingly before climbing back into your lap.

You breathed heavily, barely registering her pulling your lower garments back onto your body. Her hands cupped your cheeks, pulling your face to look at her. She smiled at you, using her thumb to swipe across her lip before kissing you passionately.

“You did so well, mi amor.” She mumbled against your lips, “Such a strong girl.”

You giggled, causing her to laugh as well. Your arms found solace being around her waist, pulling her closer to you. Your nose pressed into her hair, inhaling her familiar shampoo.

“Thank you…” You whispered, gently rubbing her back, “That was very enjoyable.”

Jenna chuckled, leaning back to gaze into your eyes, “I’m glad to be of assistance.”

“Finally…” She added under her breath, making you snort and smack her ass playfully.

“There will be more in the future, I promise.” You confirm, now very curious to explore both of your sexual tropes.

Jenna smirked, leaning in close to your face, “Why not try some now?”

You gulped, smiling nervously when she grabbed your hand and guided it into her shorts…

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[belphies-hands-around-my-throat]

Obey Me Brothers + "Big Bro" Kink [+18]

Happy Valentines! Or not anymore... Well, it's a romance month for me! I have honestly no ideas about any cute scenarios so... me being horny. As you do. This time with the full cast of brothers... Although Belphie kind of... Got special treatment from me... As he does. *cough*

Warnings: Implied incest, duh (but only as roleplay here), dubcon (especially on Asmo and Belphie) but everyone is super into it, verbal manipulation with Belphie + him saying one thing and doing another but also in roleplay. Use of "MC" and "Sib/Sibling".

Author loving Belphie too much aka excessive Belphie content.

Also, just so nobody wastes their time, check the tags for dom/sub dynamics. Satan and Beel aren't there because I feel they don't fall into any here lol.

Lucifer ❤️

You say it teasingly because he's totally in his own "taking care of the family" mode again, while he's trying to do his work, solve your life problems, and help you with homework, all at the same time.

And his reaction?

No.

Not again.

He just sends you a withering look, completely not taking it seriously

You hang out with his brothers, after all, you were probably just messing with him

Privately, it's a bit of a different story

Still doesn't take it seriously but will sigh lovingly instead, messing with your hair

"Yes yes, big brother is going to take care of this."

Cue you blushing like an idiot

Cue him going "💡"

Laughs softly at it. But I mean, honestly, you should have been just honest with your desires.

He's gonna make sure to fulfill them completely now, after all~

Gets "gentle dom" and "service dom" in big brother mode. Really likes to pat your head and give you forehead kisses. Being a big brother means taking care of someone to him after all.

"Oh, like that?"

"Does that feel good?"

"Don't move. You don't have to worry about anything… Your big brother is taking care of you…"

Mammon 💛

You just say it randomly, to tease him.

His reaction is a mix of embarrassment and a kind of strangely pleased reaction.

Because you're family. You said so! - is his first thought

But also embarrassing because gez, it's embarrassing okay!

You will have to lay it thick that it's a kink. 

So you do - springing it on him during sex. A terrible idea, really. But you can turn it into a joke, he won't mind.

"W-What are you saying!" He stutters, he blushes, and huffs about it...

But his reaction... Is not bad. :>

He likes to be the "seduced" big bro. Really subby, "I can't give in to my desires!" type.

Naturally, it will make you bratty as hell, taking advantage.

Handcuffing him into the headboard with a giggle, climbing right into his lap, squirming your butt around, totally on purpose. With your shirt collar hanging open, and you will see his eyes flicker down, him blushing, trying to pretend like he didn't look at all.

"What's with ya, MC? Dumb prank, one Lucifer is enough, ya know? C'mon..."

But you will only grin, tilting your head teasingly.

"But don't you think I'm cute, big bro?"

He will only gulp in response.

Levi 🧡

He asked you to. It was a bad idea.

You were cosplaying a typical cutesy "little sibling", and you asked you to get in character... So you did... A little too well, shuffling your feet as if shy, looking at him with wide, innocent eyes and saying;

"Is this good, big bro?"

Oh no.

Hell no.

Levi snaps a quick photo and promptly runs the fuck away.

Because he popped the biggest boner in his life in promptly 0.3 seconds. Seriously, he almost got dizzy.

You get a "💡"

He's a damn filthy pervert so he likes all types of little sibling treatment from you - from a cold tsundere act, to a cute innocent cinnamon roll, to a teasing brat.

Which, naturally, produces a bit of different flavors from him.

He's probably the biggest, open perv with a tsundere-type lil sibling.

"Tch, stop drooling, it's disgusting." While you sit on his lap as you play video games, and can't stop sniffing your hair, and you can feel his erection pressing into your back, and he wasn't drooling but he sure as hell is now. Pressing himself closer, lifting you up a bit so e can thrust right against your ass, his body shivering.

The innocent act makes him feel like the biggest pervert though.

"Y-You shouldn't touch those places, big bro..." While he quite shamelessly gropes around your chest, his hands trailing through your stomach to massage the inside of your thighs, hips, fingers rubbing right against your front. 

"D-Don't worry... I'm just measuring you... F-For cosplay, y-you know?" He says, flushed to high heavens, not even looking away from your body.

"Oh? Wanna see?~" You ask, grasping onto the hem of your maid dress that was certainly way too short, grinning at Levi, who spent the last fifteen minutes trying to not look at your legs, your revealed thighs... The absolute territory... And now this. "Then get on your knees, big bro~ And beg like a dog~!" You honestly expected more preamble but he looks at your face and just drops. It's a bit too heavy, and he's being a good boy so you decide not to tease him... Too much. Lifting up your maid skirt, high above your waistline, fully revealing your underwear, right in front of his face. "Fufu~~ Big bro is a dirty sibcon~~"

Asmo 🩷

He asked you to. It was a great idea.

Asmo really doesn't get to be the big bro a lot... Not in the official sense, his younger brothers rather mostly rather willing to swallow glass than be his cute little siblings.

So he gets an idea while painting your nails, gently blowing at the nail polish.

"Now you look like part of the family you know. So... How about you thank your new big brother for his hard work, okay hon?~"

He had his ideas before, little to no kinks he didn't want to try but...

When he feels lust waffling from you while you answer... Oooh, this was good.

He brings it up all the time, wanting to be called big brother, or even big sister, as long as it makes you squirm and flush and makes you so so adorable, he could eat you up!

Then one day, he catches you masturbating... And decides to be the right bastard about it. Because you didn't need to, or didn't tell him, so he has a right to tease you a bit!

He gently catches your hands while you stutter, heart beating like crazy with embarrassment, or because he startled you or because you were still so so turned on.

And you don't know what you expected... But he leans into your space, slides his own hand into your underwear, and... Oh.

"Big brother is going to teach you how to do it properly, okay?" He says, expertly playing with you with his delicate dexterous fingers. "Pay attention, silly... Or do you need him to make you feel good, hm? Because it doesn't feel that good when you do it alone?" He giggles. "Big bro is going to make you cum of his fingers everytime, if you only ask... Unless you need more?~"

Satan 💚

He does not hear that a lot... It's kind of amusing.

You say that while you two play with the cats. Because you notice how gentle and protective he is of them. And it just reminds you... So you put on a pair of cat ears, and decide to goof around a bit.

"Such a purrfect cat big brother, Satan. Pet me too, big bro~!" 

He has to cover his face not to laugh, and he sighs but does reach out and runs his fingers through your hair, petting along your neck like you were truly a cute little kitty cat.

He doesn't really expect it but from that day on, he kind of enjoys having a needy cat "little sibling". Makes him more affectionate towards you, and if you had problems asking for affection before, well, this role strangely boosts your bravery.

The turn towards sexual happens accidentally, actually... He just starts cuddling up to you, touches turning more intimate when he notices... You wearing the "cat sibling" headband... He freezes for a moment, his face turning red... And makes a gamble.

"... Do you need big brother's affection here too?" He asks quietly, gently petting lower...

Beel 💙

It starts because talking with him and Belphie, observing their interaction, you decide - he's way more of a proper big brother, than most of his brothers are.

So before asking him for any little favor, you add on a little "big bro", to reference that conversation, turn the phase into your secret praise of his character.

He's... Honestly a bit confused but since he also knows the context, well, he can't say he dislikes it.

It becomes such a natural part of your relationship, it's honestly only a matter of time before it slips out in bed...

And it does.

He's giving you head, and fuck, it's Beel quality head, meaning - he has been sloppily, hungrily sucking and licking you for at least an hour now, with no signs of stopping. You don't know how many times you came already, but somehow you don't even feel too overstimulated yet. Just hot, panting, feeling almost like you were floating, completely lost in his warm, wet, mouth.

"Ah... Feels good, big bro..." You mutter, not even aware of what you're saying... And his gaze snaps to your face, half-lidded eyes, look intense...

And he shudders. Grabs onto your thighs to bring you even closer, make you cum even more-

You're almost completely out of it before he's done... But you make sure to whisper and moan your private little praise for him all through.

Belphie 💜

You kind of call him this one out of the blue. Just realizing that he's the youngest one, that it's probably a foreign concept to him... So you say, half to yourself, half to him, not even respect him to react;

"Big bro Belphie."

And he just stops. And looks.

He did not hear that one for a long time

It takes him completely off guard, but it's not entirely, not really negative... Lilith didn't call him "big bro" a lot but still...

He laughs it off, and proceeds to turn goblin mode to tease you about it.

"Big bro Belphie... Is that what you want to call me now, MC?"

Cue your embarrassed "No!"

He laughs... And proceeds to remember it forever, using it against you when you two are alone.

Seriously, you can be studying in the public library, in a group with Satan and Mammon, and the moment they start doing a ruckus, Belpie will lean in close, just to whisper in your ear;

"Need your big bro to help you with that?~" 

And just smirk smugly, like a cat that got its cream, when they turn around to find you red in the face and speechless.

He really likes you embarrassed like that.

And you just gave him new material.

Really, that was the fuel but you light the match - because he gets whiny, and complains in the mornings so you just say:

"If you want to be a big brother so much, then start acting like it." Grumpily.

Ah, so that's how you two were going to play? 

"Well, big brother missed you in his dreams, so how about you give him a little initiative to get up?"

Aaaand you blush. But do give him a kiss. And then another and another when he asks.

Hm... Interesting.

He starts really liking it when you call him that. He's not sure why but it makes him feel all... Fluffy. And protective.

Then one day you wake up to the feel of his hands creeping up under your shirt slowly, massaging your nipples with a gentle caress before drifting down, along your hips, the elastic of your pajama pants, and...

"Belphie..." You whisper, and he lets out a small noise, pressing himself flush to your body, not letting you turn around, hot breath against the nape of your neck.

"... Big bro was having really dirty dreams about you, MC." He says, his voice slightly shaky, and he expects you to get annoyed to tell him to stop... But you don't. You freeze, and get red in the face, and he can feel your legs squeezing together. It makes him huff a quiet laugh in response. "So just let him touch you a bit, okay? Not gonna do more, promise..."

He will mutter and fuck, the hotness down in your belly is so intense you already feel like panting.

So you... You play along. With high, whining voice, both embarrassed and strangely... Tiltilated.

"Y-You can't touch me like this, it's not right..."

You can feel him shiver in response, his hips sifting almost against his will, pressing his erection into your thighs...

"Shh, it's okay... Big bro is just making himself feel good. You feel good too, right? Then rhere's nothing wrong about this..."

You put on the whining protests all the way through, despite your hips eagerly pressing back into him, body arching into his touch.

And he keeps with his reassurances, promising he won't do more, just let him touch you a bit... Just give him a kiss, and he will be satisfied. No, a proper one, be a good little sibling, and open your mouth...

He will just take off your pants okay? Just the pants? So you two can touch more, it's more comfortable anyway...

All the way until he's sliding into you, and your eyes roll back, and you swear you almost cum on the spot, body shaking, and reaching back to grasp onto his body, to pull him closer, unable to say anything, letting out quiet panting sobs of pleasure.

"It's gonna be our little secret, okay sib? It's okay, it's okay, we're just feeling good together... I'm gonna pull out, there's nothing to worry about..."

He doesn't, making sure to press himself all the way inside as he fills you up, warmth spreading inside, making you tremble...

You kind of... Fully come around after that.

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[stopaskinf]

Drunk Dude in the Bathroom

(Hoshi x fem!black!reader)

Summary: The title really says it all. You try to go piss during a party and find Hoshi crying in the bathroom.

Genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers???, college AU

Word count: Around 0.8K

CW: none fr, mentions of drinking, crying and bodily functions. Hoshi being a cornball who thinks you’re hot.

You need to piss. The combination of drinks and getting distracted by music at this party was terrible for your bladder.

You ask your friend Youngji where the bathroom is. She knows way more about this place than you do.

“Its upstairs near the left. Can’t miss it!” She practically screams.

You give her a thumbs up as you start walking up the steps. Heels were a bad option. After an eternity, You finally reach the bathroom, thank god. If you had to hold it a second longer, you would have pissed on the floor. However, as soon as you open the door, you’re met with muffled blubbering from behind the shower curtain.

Throwing caution to the wind, you open the curtain to find a handsome and drunk blonde man holding a bag of ice like a well-loved childhood plushie.

“Umm…You good?”

He sniffles and loosens his grip on the ice bag. He looks up at you with puffy eyes, unshed tears still shining.

“Yes-no..I..just-did you know most tiger cubs don’t survive their first year of life?” He cries.

What the fuck. He’s clearly gone.

“...I did not know that.” You say baffled.

“Hey, why are you in-”

“You’re so pretty.” He says glossy-eyed.

Your face goes hot.

“Thank you, but listen-” You stutter out.

“Like super pretty, like you look like Naomi Campbell mixed with Megan thee Stallion.”

High praise.

“That's very sweet of you.” You give a shy smile.

He gives a toothy smile while he blushes.

“You’re welcome, pretty lady.” He cheeses.

Ok. You’re getting off track. You still need to piss. You’ve got to get this guy out of the bathroom.

“Hey, what’s your sign?” He asks as he shifts in the tub to get more comfortable.

He treats it like a children sized bed.

“I-I’m an aquarius.” You answer puzzled.

He lets go of his bag of ice and flaps his arms while making an excited squealing noise.

“Oh my god, oh my god, that explains everything!”

Does it?

“Yknow that explains why you’re so pretty! Aquariuses’ are always so like otherworldly. Real goddess energy. OOOOHH and we’re compatible cause I’m a Gemini! Air signs for the win!” He practically yells as he stumbles to get up from the tub and give you a high five? A hug? You’re not sure. Either way, he ends up wobbling and almost falling face first out of the tub. So, in an act of quick thinking, you catch him.

“Bro, are you good?” You ask worriedly. He’s really fucking gone.

He ends up hugging you, either in an attempt to keep himself steady or to bask in your warmth. You’re not sure.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’ve just had a little too much to drink. By the way, you smell crazy good. What perfume do you use? And your skin is so soft! What products are you using? Also, are you seeing anyone? I don’t want to be a creep, but I hate to get you in trouble and you’re really cute.”

You chuckle as you hold him. It should feel uncomfortable holding a 6-foot stranger in a small bathroom, but he makes it feel natural.

“ I can tell that much just by looking at you. First, It’s a Valentino one, I forgot the name. Second, Shea butter. Third, no.”

You feel him hold you tighter and give out a small “yay” as he nuzzles into you.

“Oh my god, you know what would slap right now?” he says as he excitedly grabs your shoulders.

“What?” You ask.

“Well, first, some chicken nuggets. God, I’m starving. DK never has any actual food in the dorms and it sucks balls. He’s still a great guy though, I’ll have to introduce you two later. Oh, I totally forgot, we’re also roomies, so, you’ve probably already seen him. Lanky dude, sharp nose, great teeth?” He rambles.

“He sounds familiar.”

You feel his hands grab your face, you feel the cold metal of his rings contrast his warm hands and your hot face.

“Yeah that’s him. Oh my god, wait, I also want an Oreo McFlurry. When does Mcdonalds close?” He asks excitedly while slowly stroking your face.

“Aren’t they open 24 hours?”

He gasps and his eyes shine. He squeals and sways you both back and forth while holding your face in his hands.

“You’re so right! Sexy, strong, and smart! The big 3 S’s! We totally need to go! Please?” He pleads.

You give a soundless laugh and nod your head. This is definitely going to be a good night.

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #hoshi x reader #hoshi x you #seventeen drabbles #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #non idol au #idol x reader

[waxingrunes]

your art is the most realistic art i have seen this fandom spit out i really wish you would make remus shorter and stop making oc’s

This is why I lose enthusiasm for you cunts.

Sick of defending a fucking drawing, a fictional character. Sick of the same agendas in this online world where Remus has to be this fucking wet mop of a man who has one singular personality trope of being obsessed with Sirius Black and wouldn’t say boo to a goose. Have you met real men? You ever interacted with your average Joe, who is a bit shy, bit awkward, bit of a weirdo but he doesn’t have to come with a pre installed stutter and helpless heart eyes and no other arsenal but a goo goo gaga state of mind for his love interest. You lot are unhealthily obsessed. Daily, fucking, bullshit, daily headcanons, daily this, daily that.

My Remus and Sirius are never going to change. What’s insane is the amount of ‘heteronormative’ claims I see attached to this debacle of height and size. I know a man, who is exceptionally tall, built, has had a boyfriend, and topped him the entire way through the relationship. He did not enjoy bottoming, and yet is a bisexual individual, nothing ‘stereotypical’ homosexual about him or his appearance whatsoever. In fact, he’s very much a Remus variant in my eyes; he is softly natured, introverted, and selective socially and STILL A STONY TOP. Real life, real person, not curated from a thread you found on Twitter and have swallowed up whole.

What happened to coming into a fandom space, making something and going, “that’s hot”. When did it become a space to make sure every representation was ticked, to make sure one character isn’t too this or too that. I’m not here to read the same stories or see the same art 100 times over. I fell in love with these two men and have since had a very solid image of them in my head and create art based off of those ideas. I don’t feel pressured to make sure I give my Remus certain soft traits to justify making him look the way I do. I don’t feel the need to advertise Sirius being this massively charismatic guy just to give him a personality because otherwise you might think he doesn’t have one, because of the slightly more feminine light I draw him in (which is misogynistic you dumb fucks). Just because, I draw my Remus tall and a buffed out lank, does not make him an ultra turbo Alpha. Just because I draw my Sirius smaller, does not mean he is a helpless twink. But here’s the secret nobody’s telling you— even if I did draw them like that, even if those were my holy canons and preferences for these boys, that’s okay. I’m here to create things that make me go, “fuck yeah that’s hot”, “hell yeah I want to see Sirius get pulverised by Remus and no I don’t want to see Remus get pulverised by Sirius and no I don’t feel the need to defend that”, “yeah I prefer tough love over easy love”, “absolutely love it when one of them is a dick to the other and there’s heaps of toxic tension, or maybe they’re both like that and they’re both sarcastic pricks that have to work it out”. I’m never going to adhere to the obsession of character moulds you lot have created.

Sick of this space being turned into a political pansy parade. It’s alright if you want to draw this gay couple with any features you want, hyper masculine, hyper feminine, somewhere in the middle, trans, prefer one of them topping, prefer them to be asexual, prefer them to be toxic and have grit (that’s my trope), or just want easy fluff. And it’s also alright if you’re just in fandom because you’re a bit perverted (like me) and wanted to explore that in a couple you found super fucking hot. Don’t let people use the word fetishise, don’t let people use the word heteronormative, don’t let people bamboozle you with big words and reams of bullet points to incite shame, don’t let people box you in, just keep watching the porn, keep consuming the porn, keep avoiding the shit you want to avoid, and enjoy what you want without shame.

#you’re all clapped #sirius #Remus #ask

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

we need more ethan!spiderman au omg

okay so i wasn’t sure if you wanted like a blurb/fic (if you do just send like a prompt or something) but i’ll give headcanons! (a mix of ethan and reader centered hc)

- i’m gonna say the reason ethan had landry instead of bailey for his last name is cause his mom died in childbirth so his dad gave ethan her last name. the last piece of her. (why i made that so sad? idk?)

- the bailey-landry family moved from california to new york two years after the mom’s death. bailey wanted a new start for him and the kids. so that’s where you join this tale. you meet ethan in 7th grade, partners in p.e. for a game.

“they’re gonna pummel you.” a mindless comment when your game partner stood beside you. ethan’s eyes widened and looked down at himself, “what? why?” his voice cracked on why and it added to your comment, “you’re built like a stick. but i’ll protect you.” he fell in love that day.

- so you know that scene in ITSV were miles said “i think i hit puberty” cause of his growth spurt. yeah so i would say ethan was definitely scrawny and probably 5’6 (let’s say he got bit in 10th grade, late bloomer) so the next day after he got bit suddenly he’s 6’2 with abs and muscles

“woah, when the hell did this happen?” his dad asks when ethan joins him and quinn at breakfast. ethan just mumbles, “puberty?” and bailey laughs, “more like steroids” and quinn just quirks her brows chewing her food in silence.

- i’m gonna give him the tobey powers, so his webs shoot from his wrist naturally (i know still gross, but i don’t think he’s super science smart)

imagine he’s just in his room and then sneezed into his elbow and BAM, web on the wall. he’s still and then, “what the fuck?!”

- when you saw ethan at school after the weekend, it’s was like your jaw cartoon dropped to the floor. you almost mistook him for someone else cause your mind is like that’s not your ethan. but then he walked up to you and said your name and you just said, “what the fuck happened over a two day weekend?”

- now i’m gonna say it isn’t until senior year of hs that two things happen. 1. you realize these certain feelings and thoughts about ethan that aren’t going away and you’re not mad about it. 2. you find out he’s spider-man.

1. sitting across from him at the library where the both of you are working on homework. you groan to yourself and rub your face. you look at ethan who has his eyes focused on his work, one earbud playing music while the other dangle from his shirt. his curls look more defined that day and his biceps are tight against the striped polo, it feels like your eyes can’t move away. he looks up from his paper and smiles sweetly before it morphed to concern, “you okay?” voice softer due to the rules. and for some reason your heart stuttered and it was like the air was sucked from your lungs. “yeah,” was all you could say.

2. i feel it would be the cliché finding out your friend is a superhero (think green lantern 2011) spider-man saves you from something, wrong time wrong place. he’s extra gentle with you, a little touchy, asking if your okay if you got hurt in anyway. and he practically sighs when you say your untouched from harm. your eyes catch the few ticks you notice from ethan and you think nothing at first, but when he talks and says certain words, your mind confirms it for you. ethan landry is spider-man. so you go to his house later that day and retell him the events (even though he was there) and hearing him say almost the exact same words made you blurt out, “why didn’t you tell me you’re spider-man?” and ethan freezes and tries to stutter through any answer to throw you off. “so if i look in your closet or draws i won’t find a red and blue webbed costume?” “…no”

- you help ethan with excuses when needed. skipping class? he’s at the dentist. missing a shift at the job you both work at? try and copy his voice over the shitty call. bailey asking where he is at 10:30pm? fell asleep at your place.

- ethan unofficial makes you the guy in the chair (girl in the chair? copilot?) you were really reluctant about it. he’d have you call to the police anonymously to report a tied up bad guy. you’d help stitch his outfit back together when it gets cut (you’d try teaching him and when he’d do something wrong you either grab it from his hands or put yours over his just to ‘flirt’ with him). also wash blood from the outfit (you’d cry silently to yourself in the bathroom while ethan stayed in your room to lay down. you hated when there was too much red mixed with the water. you don’t like seeing him hurt, and if you express this he’d say ‘i’m fine. i have superhealing’ and you resist punching his bicep).

- when the big bads start showing up (sinister six) and ethan was getting tossed like a bag of rice or sand, he would basically crawl to your house and and the both of you do this repetitive routine. then crawl into your bed, blanket tight and thrown over your bodies, you’d cling to each other. tucking yourself into ethan’s chest with your fist tight in his shirt, his chin digging into your head with his arms over your shoulders, his palms rubbing your back.

“ethan?” voice muffled. he hummed, the vibration tickling your cheek. “are you gonna be okay?” sounding like a scared child. his up and down rubbing continued, “of course. i can handle myself.” you knew he was saying it for your sake. “but these people, ethan. their different from street level thugs and muggers. they have powers and high tech.” “and they have weaknesses just like everybody else. spider-man always wins the day.” and then he pressed his lips to your head. and it wasn’t a peck, it was those lingering kisses where the giver is trying to pour ever ounce of love they have for the reciver.

- you have notifications for updates on spider-man. even listening to the news. the news! who watches/listens to the news?

- ethan leaves you random notes through out the day. some with a -el (holy shit my initials?) or sometimes not signed to pretend you have a secret admirer so he could be bold and blatantly compliment you (you know his hand writing, but at least this gives you some hints that he like likes you)

- you guys practically flirt when ethan approaches as spider-man in public. (the mask gives him extra confidence and you have a slight kink for the mask🫢)

- bailey hates spider-man and quinn likes him. so ethan just sits awkwardly whenever they bring up his alter-ego. trying to stay neutral if they look to him for an answer.

- if you go out and drink hard (very rare) ethan is watching your location like a hawk! texting every now and again (not trying to come off as clingy or whatever. just a worried friend) always happy to pick you up and take you home (he gives you piggyback rides and you rest your chin on his shoulder slowly falling asleep)

a/n: honestly would love to do more hc if anyone wants. but also if you do want more spider-man!ethan send a prompt to my inbox!

#anon message #ethan landry #ethan landry fic #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry headcanons #spider-man!ethan landry #spider man au

[majesty-madness]

"Only a Dream" - Satoru Gojo x reader (sfw)

Summary: In a half conscious state, Y/N utters a name Gojo hasn’t heard in a long time.’

Word Count: 900+

Warnings: JJK Season 2 SPOILERS!!, angst, affectionate Gojo, comfort, light kissing

a/n: not proofread. Super, super self indulgent but who wouldn’t over this mans? And side note, saw what happened to Gojo, what the fuck?

Also, Commissions are still available and if you could check that out would be a big help, thank you!

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The sun shined so brightly that day despite their circumstances. The light refracted through the water of the ocean, making it sparkle a deep blue that seeped a welcoming aura. 

One moment, she was standing on the edge of the sand gazing out into the sea then the moment she blinked, she was running around through the water. She could still recall the breathless laughter as she chased after two very familiar figures, a young man with white hair and glowing blue eyes and the other a girl with black hair, blue eyes, and a smile that was contagious. 

The two laughed amongst one another before turning to face her, both smiling. 

“Y/N, come with us?” The girl spoke, reaching her hand forward for Y/N to take. 

She reached out, preparing to feel the warmth of skin as their hands touched. “Of course-”

Gojo opened the door to Y/N’s office, at first he didn’t see her when he walked in but as soon as he took a couple of more steps inside he realized why. She was lying peacefully across the couch that had been there before she’d taken it over. 

He couldn’t help the endearing smile spreading from cheek to cheek all the while walking closer to her, and crouching down to stare at her sleepy expression. His eyes memorized every detail outlining her face, from the crease in her eyebrow to the pink hue of her lips he even reached up to tuck a strand of hair that had fallen from her bun behind her ear once he’d noticed it kept tickling her nose. 

Eventually, he went to reach from her shoulder to gently shake her awake when she began to mumble, followed by a single word. 

“Amanai…”

Though it was low, and barely audible, Gojo’s heart stuttered for just a moment. 

When Y/N finally opened her eyes, she seemed to stare at nothing for a couple of seconds before they widened, indicating she was now fully awake. She blinked, one, two, three times as she remembered where she was. 

“Satoru, what are you doing here?” She asked with a mighty stretch, and a long yawn as she sat up. 

“Looking for you, had a lunch date remember?” He asked sweetly, resting his chin in his palm. 

Recognition soon flared in her eyes and over her face. “Oh god, sorry. I wanted to take a little cat nap before we met up, looks like I slept longer than I intended.” 

“Well…” Gojo sighed, “If I was dreaming about the old days, I wouldn’t want to wake up either.” 

That caused her to pause, peering at him with a confused look. “How did you know what I was dreaming about?”

His playful attitude vanished, and the expression he wore had a surprising seriousness. “You said “Amanai” in your sleep.” 

Her confusion fell quickly, leaving her feeling the pang of despair. “Yeah, I was remembering that day we went to the beach in Okinawa; before she had to assimilate with Tengen.” 

“Do you dream of the old days a lot?” Gojo asked, getting up from the floor to sit next to her. 

“Only when I think about it, and I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.” 

Gojo reached one arm to curl around Y/N’s shoulder, pulling her towards him to lean her head against his chest then used the other one to wrap around her front. Y/N didn’t miss a beat as she willingly tucked herself into him, her own arms wrapping around his torso.

“I think about it too, all the time.” Gojo admitted as he rested his cheek on the top of her head. 

Y/N felt the slightest bit of tears gather in her eyes at his confession. She knew that despite his outgoing, silly nature, Gojo carried so much guilt and regret on his shoulders. It made her heart ache knowing that she couldn’t help lessen the burden.

“I miss her, Satoru. I miss the way things used to be.” 

He lightly nodded, “I know.” 

Gojo heard a small sniffle from below him causing him to peer down, the tiniest of tears managed to escape and rolled down Y/N’s cheek. “Hey now, there’s no need for tears…” He raised his hand to softly wipe the tear away. “I’m still here, and you’re still here. That’s all that matters.”

Y/N tilted her head back a bit to look up at him, her heart thundering in her chest. “I love you, Satoru.” 

He smiled. “I love you too.” As he said this, he was already leaning down and kissing her, keeping the balance between tenderness and passion. 

It didn't last very long though and as he pulled away, Y/N did attempt to chase after him but he laughed. “As much as I’d like to continue, you haven’t eaten since early this morning, so why don’t we go on that lunch date, huh?”

Normally, Y/N might have pouted but right now her stomach fluttered with the utmost love for this man as he always looked out for her. “Okay, you’re right, let’s go.”

He pecked her one more time on the cheek before helping her to her feet, and they headed out the door. Unlike the other times, Gojo kept a firm hold on her hand the whole walk to the nearest restaurant as he knew just how easy it would be to lose her much like they lost Amanai that day.

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editing note: I don't know if anyone is going to notice but I forget a small chunk of writing in here so I'm adding it now: as of 10/26/23 at 9:30 at night. God I'm dumb...anyway, I fixed it!

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x female reader #satoru gojo x female reader #gojo fluff #gojo fanfic #gojo angst #gojo oneshot #jjk fluff #jjk fanfic #jjk angst

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Sweet Pea - Steve Rogers x Reader

Sweet Pea (Lathyrus odoratus) - Meaning: Thank you for a lovely time, farewell

Summary: While on the run, Steve comes to reader for comfort. What starts as a series of one night stands turns into so much more.

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x Reader

Word Count: 955

Warnings: Allusions to smut, Steve leaving notes and being sweet, domestic fluff, dirty notes and drawings, the Blip, angst, Steve freaking out

Day 14 brings us some fluffy angst with our favorite Nomad!

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Likes, comments, and reblogs are SUPER appreciated! ❤️

You kept the notes squirreled away in a small box in the back of your sock drawer. Steve always left one, using whatever scrap of paper was nearby. After the first few notes you’d taken to keeping post-its and a pen on your nightstand, which he used from then on to leave you his sweet farewells. 

The first few notes were stiff, formal, things like ‘Thank you for a lovely time, Sincerely Yours, Steve’ or ‘I truly appreciate you, Best, Steve’ like he was thanking you for picking up his dry cleaning rather than letting him fuck you into next week. 

At the beginning of your relationship, he’d only come by your safe house after dark and would leave almost right after you passed out. The more times he visited, the more comfortable he got and the longer he would linger. Sometimes you’d wake up in the wee hours with him spooning you, snoring adorably, but he’d always be gone by morning, a note left for you stuck to your coffee maker, a full pot already made. 

He was sweet like that. 

‘Thanks for last night. You’re incredible. <3 Steve’

‘I’ll miss you, but I won’t be gone long. <3 Steve’

‘See you soon, beautiful. <3 Steve’ 

The little doodled heart next to his name made your heart stutter. 

His visits became more frequent, from once every few months to once a month to every other week or so. More often than not, you woke up next to him. The first time that happened you’d shaken him awake, afraid he was late to something or needed to go. He’d smiled his classically handsome smile and simply folded you back into his arms. 

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he said, voice still thick with sleep. “I don’t have to be anywhere for a while yet.” 

A while yet turned out to be two full days with Steve. At first, you weren’t sure about his presence in your house, thinking he’d be bored out of his mind, but he found some home projects you’d been neglecting and did as much as he could in the time he had. The domesticity of it all was a new kind of intimacy that neither of you were familiar with, so there were some awkward moments trying to figure out each other's routines and particularities. But once that initial adjustment period was over, everything felt…natural.

You feared this would be the end of his sweet little notes, but instead of the end the notes started popping up everywhere. Sometimes it was a flirtatious note, sometimes a quick drawing of something silly or pornographic or a reference to something he now understood thanks to your pop culture tutelage. 

‘I love your tits in that top ;)’

‘Meet me upstairs when you’re done in the garden’

‘I definitely didn't use the last of the milk, it was a ghost. Who ya gonna call?’ 

The drawing he did of you pegging a suspiciously Steve-shaped Deadpool was probably your favorite. That one got taped to the fridge. 

While he was on the run, you were more than happy to provide him a safe place. His touchstone when he needed a reminder that he was still a human being. A place where he could fully shed the fugitive mantle and act like a normal person. 

He gets the call from Nat while he’s rehanging drywall in your upstairs bathroom. They needed him to get to Edinburgh, some weird readings were coming through whatever scanners she had. You were at the grocery store, so he grabbed the post-its from his side of the bed and wrote a note. 

‘Got a call from Nat, gotta go save the world again <3 Love you, Steve’

He stuck it where he’d be sure you’d find it, on the fridge, next to the naughty drawing that you loved, and made sure to lock the door when he left. 

A few days later, the truck he’d commandeered screeched to a halt in your driveway. His heart pounded in his chest as he thudded up the porch steps and threw his shoulder into your front door, busting it open — he’d fix it later, he had to know. 

He called your name and ran from room to room, searching for you desperately. Half the world was gone, and he couldn’t waste another second without knowing if you were one of them. 

He’d already lost Bucky. He couldn’t lose you too. 

Up in your bedroom he found his answer. On the bed, spread all over his side of it, were all the notes he’d written you. On your side, nothing but a hint of dust. His legs went numb, but they managed to bring him to the end of the bed before he collapsed, gripping the duvet and some of his wayward notes. 

Steve couldn’t hold back anymore, so he let the tears fall pitifully — first Bucky, then Wanda, Sam, T’Challa, so, so many others. And now, you were gone too. The one person who could have possibly helped him hold together what was left, had already done that once before after his schism with Stark. He’d come to you shattered and slowly, carefully, you’d glued him back together. 

“Steve?” your quiet voice asked. At first, he didn’t move, convinced he was hearing things until he felt your small hand on his shoulder. 

He turned, your name falling from his lips like a sacred prayer before he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his wet face in your stomach. More tears fell, but these were from relief. 

“You’re alive,” he chanted, voice muffled by your tummy. You shushed him gently, running your fingers through his hair. 

“I’m here, Steve,” you promised, “I’ll always be here.”

#writing challenge #fanfiction #in bloom #mcu fanfic #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #the blip #nomad!steve x reader #nomad!steve x you #fluff #angst

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 11 – A/B/O

Breaking Tony by AvocadoLove

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 6,385 Tags: Dubious Consent, Voyeurism, Orgasm Denial

Summary: In a world where everyone is born beta, leaders chosen by newly founded packs become alpha. Omegas are not born or made, they are broken. Steve wants Tony to become the Avenger's omega.

Reasons why I love it: I really like this take on A/B/O. The worldbuilding about all the ways people can be "broken" into omegas is super interesting, and the one Steve chooses makes complete sense to me, considering who he is as a person. Plus, that nod to Steve's ulterior motive at the end is like a nice cherry on top. I love this fic, and if dubious consent isn't a dealbreaker for you, then I bet you will too!

Against The Norm by justanotherStonyfan

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 13,004 Tags: Fuck or Die, Mutual Pining, Mating Cycles

Summary: When Steve and Tony wake up to find that they've been captured, they assume things can't get any worse. They're wrong.

Reasons why I love it: 'Bad guys made them do it' is my not-so-secret pleasure, and this one scratches that itch so goddamn well for me. The smut is hot as hell, but what really gets me is how desperately Steve is trying to hold himself back. His inner monologue is perfect, and I absolutely adore how, after everything is over, Tony comes to Steve's rescue. This is definitely one of my favorite fics in this fandom, so I hope you check it out for yourself!

In Tandem by RurouniHime

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 8,695 Tags: Mpreg, Illness, Heat Cycles

Summary: “Want a blood test,” Steve manages, because on the third night of their Week, he can think more clearly than he’s been able to for days. Tony’s scent is strong in his nostrils, cloying in a strange, sleek way he yearns after like a tune he nearly recognizes. “If you’re getting sick—” “God.” Tony shifts bodily up into him, clenching around him. “Yes, Mom.”

Reasons why I love it: This one is so fucking good! Steve and Tony really get dealt a shitty card by nature here, but the way they handle it is amazing. They're terrified, but they support each other, and that is just beautiful to me. The companion piece to this fic is also wonderful, in that it shows just how hard Steve tries to give Tony everything he needs, but also how Tony returns the favor. This verse is incredible, check it out, I bet you'll love it!

Inkling by Cluegirl

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 9,373 Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Outdoor Sex, Attempted Kidnapping

Summary: "Enough!" The doctor snapped, no trace of chummy comfort left in his voice as he shoved the hypospray at another of the nurses. "We have orders! MPs, get topside, now. Hooper, get another fifty of Xyladine into the Captain. Dacy and Roccio, prep the gurney. Seames, wipe your goddamned face off and prep for blood draw." "But Major, the muster-" Steve felt the cuff on his right arm begin to tear, blood slicking his wrist against the metal's bite. The doctor rounded on his aide, teeth bared. "Did. I. Stutter?" Another one tried, "Sir, the alphas will need-" "The alphas will fight, Corporal," The doctor snatched the hypospray back. "Rut haze or no, they'll fight. That's what we keep them around for, now get that man unconscious, or I will-"

Reasons why I love it: Rut-crazed Steve is one of my favorite things, and this one is just beautiful. I love how Tony instantly swoops in to take care of Steve, and the smut is hot as all hell. The rest of the Avengers are wonderfully written as well, and the first scene sets the mood perfectly. I love this one a lot, so I hope you check it out for yourself!

Never is a Promise by manic_intent

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 9,976 Tags: Bonding, Knotting, Alpha!Tony/Omega!Steve

Summary: Steve had to admit that he had some reservations about how the New Century handled the social balance between alphas and omegas.

Reasons why I love it: Taking the usual A/B/O trope and flipping it on its head. I love it! Steve is really amazing in this, and his inner monologue is super well-written. Poor Tony being a slave to his instincts makes for some incredible smut, and you know I always love a good "oh-shit-fuck-we're-compatible" storyline. This one is fantastic, and I highly recommend you read it!

#marvel #stony #fanfic #fic rec #fanfic rec #ficrec #a year in fanfic recs #a/b/o

[daisyblinder]

Hey lovely! I adore your writing 🥹😍! I’m so happy you’re asks are open!! I’d love to request an Arthur x Reader where they are married & he is super possessive/ worried about her all the time. I know Arthur would be such a simp for his wife and so worried about every little thing she does 😩💔 I’ll leave the details to you!

Thank you so much, darling! 🧡

Arthur definitely would be so doting, I hope you like what I’ve come up with xx

Everything you don't / Arthur Shelby x fem! reader

🦋 Warnings: Cursing, violence

Covering shifts in Garrison was a pleasant job for Y/n, when the day was peaceful. This happened to be a calm day with a decent amount of patrons but not enough of the party rascals to make it overly loud and busy.

Y/n used to work in the Garrison as a barmaid but then a certain Arthur Shelby had sweeped her off her feet and her days working as a fulltime barmaid were over.

Not by his order, though he did make it clear what was his opinion about letting her try and work herself around drunken men with little to no manners.

The sound of the door has her snapping her head up from wiping the counter. A wide smile spreads to her face as she meets her husbands eyes.

”Hello, my love”, he says loudly before even making it to the counter, making sure everyone hears. Y/n shakes her head with a faux frustrated expression but she cannot wipe the smile off of her face.

She did not mind his posessive nature, she liked knowing she was a treasure to him. He still never treated her like she was an object, he listened to her, he gave her a louder voice she ever could have thought of posessing.

”Hello, darling”, she says with a soft smile before leaning over the counter for a kiss. Once they pull away Arthur remains leaning over the counter to talk to her in a hushed voice.

”Has everyone been behaving? No wandering paws? No scrapping?”, he asks quickly. Y/n shakes her head bringing a hand to his rough cheek.

”No scrapping, no problems today”, she answers still smiling. He always worried himself sick when it came to her.

She could not hide any harm from him nor did she ever have to worry about not having someone to come look for her if she didn’t come home in time. Even in the beginning of their relationship, he’d always been there to make sure she got home safely.

Arthur squints his eyes before nodding and smiling too. ”Have ta make sure me wife is alright don’t I, love?”, he says eyes shining with pure adoration.

Y/n could never get over the look he gave her, it always managed to make her heart stutter and legs give away. She still remembers the first time he set those eyes on her and she would never forget it.

Arthur taps the counter twice before sauntering to the other side of it. Y/n follows his movements with her eyes but gently closes them in contentment, when he comes to her side and reaches a hand to rest it on her hip. Thumb drawing small soothing circles against her through her skirts.

She lifts a hand to rest it over his, now opening her eyes to look at him with an expression that could only be described as love.

Their moment is broken by a man sauntering over to the bar with an empty bottle of irish whiskey. ”Another one”, he says simply setting the bottle on the counter before reaching for a cigarette.

Y/n goes to get one but she hears the sleazy laughter that leaves the man.

”You did good Arthur”, he starts speaking. ”No wonder you come here so often when she is working, anyone would for that rump, and a good fu-”

Before she can turn back around, she hears a sound of a sickening wheeze. Turning around, she sees Arthur with his hand wrapped tightly around the smaller man’s neck. Reaching her own hands to try and ease Arthur up, she goes to speak:

”Arthur-”

”Listen good, you dumb bastard, before I snap yer neck and feed ye into the gutter: You don’t speak of my wife like that, you won’t look at ’er like that, you won’t even breathe if you’re closer than 3 feet from ’er. Now you’ll say ’Apologies, ma’am, goodbye Mrs. Shelby’ and fuck off before I feed you that bottle”

Arthur’s voice is low and menacing as he finally lets the struggling man go. The man starts coughing to breathe. Quickly he collects himself, wheezing out a ”Apologies, Mrs. Shelby- MA’AM! Goodbye ma’am” before staggering out.

”Everyone back to yer business!”, Arthur booms as some customers still stare at them. With his command they turn back to their conversations.

Y/n still has her hands on Arthur’s arm as she looks around to see if anyone needs a drink. Turning back to Arthur she wraps her arms around his waist loosely. ”You shouldn’t have done that for me”, she whispers nuzzling her cheek against the fabric of his shirt.

”I don’t want you to have be afraid because the bell-ends are giving you grief. I won’t have me wife hurt, disrespected or lusted over”, he mutters kissing the her hairline. Y/n hums and leans up to kiss his chin.

”I’m yours to see, yours to kiss, yours to touch and no one else can have me in their hands and in their mercy like I want to be with you”, she whispers knowing how much Arthur liked hearing her say the words, even if they already were plain to see.

”And mine to protect, mine to take care of”, he mutters back. ”I will give you everything and anything”

”You already have, darling”, her words make Arthur smile as they pull away from their embrace so that the people won’t become uncomfortable. One of his arms remains at her waist as she holds onto the hand resting there.

”What do you even see in a bastard like me?”, Arthur asks more from himself than from her, the question sounding joking but she knew a part of it was genuine.

Squeesing his hand, she does not skip a beat before answering:

"Everything you don't"

#arthur shelby x y/n #arthur shelby imagine #arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby fluff #peaky blinders imagine #request #1k

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SHADOW AND BONE S2 SPOILERS BELOW (specifically Wylan)

back on my procrastination obsessing-over-comfort-characters flavored shit again here we go

Jack Wolfe did a great job getting me invested in Wylan all over again dear god idk where to even start for this. there's so much to discuss about his character portrayal in the show.

what I wanna talk about in this meta, though, is Wylan as neurodivergent (from a neurodivergent perspective), and I'll start it out by saying I absolutely loved it.

Having Wylan so obviously ND without actually saying it or making him "weird/outcast/gross" is so refreshing in media. Like, from the books (and mid-season of the show) we know that Wylan probably has dyslexia, making it harder for him to read. He shows his discomfort with this fact about himself, how his natural conclusion is that others will treat him less because of it. But something I've always admired about Wylan (and I think a lot of fans forget *squints at trends of infantilizing ND-coded characters*) is how he knows this isn't something to be ashamed of. He knows this doesn't make him any less incredible. But he just can't get it in his head that others would feel the same way. When he first lets Jesper in on how he can't read the passport, he's trusting Jesper with this. He looks around to make sure no one else will hear, anyone he doesn't have this bond with, faith in, yet. And he asks Jesper what the passport says. The look in his eyes is so pleading, so cautious, like this is a test. He's testing Jesper to see how he'll react to this, if he'll just be another name on the list of people Wylan has to learn to let go to keep himself safe.

And yeah, Jesper fucks it up. And he just keeps fucking it up, saying how he didn't know bc "you're just so smart!" (like that "oh, you don't look autistic!" "oh, you're too smart to be disabled" etc) (like ofc, that wasn't Jesper's intentions. But when your father sends you letters like "if you're reading this, then you know how much I want you to come back home," well what are you more likely to believe Jesper is thinking?) And finally, Jesper hits it right: "you have nothing to be ashamed of!" Except... it's pretty hypocritical of him here. So Wylan panics again, he's furious because he really does like this guy but how dare you. And then he sees how hurt Jesper is and oh shit. There's more to this. It's more complicated than "don't be ashamed," there's a commonality here. This isn't pity, it's empathy.

so yeah I absolutely adore how they addressed this in the show given the situations they were placed in (like, if in the books, Wylan had already formed a strong bond with someone in the group, he probably would've done this. But he really hadn't yet, no one had told him that they want to be around him, to understand him. Wylan didn't feel safe enough to test the waters. The situation from the show, however, opened up new possibilities that stay true to his character (imo)).

Though even more than that, just the sheer obvious ND traits that Jack shows with Wylan made me so happy. Like, especially all his tics and stuttering and it didn't feel ingenuine. He doesn't stutter through everything, just super stressful situations (which... is most of his situations in s2 lmao). Like, he's not stuttering when he's just driving in the cart with Jesper or when he's scolding him for seriously, you remember that now??? (like ofc Jesper would remember him in that position I swear-- "you brought me stroopwaffles!" jesper PLS). He holds it together when confronting Kaz about Alby (his voice breaks at first, he pauses, but he works up the mask to look sturdy and immovable. which,,, with kaz brekker he definitely needs). When telling Jesper why he left, he keeps steady. It's not all the time like the stuttering-representation I've seen before (specifically in fanfics).

AND THE HEAD SHAKE TICS!!!!!!! As someone that does that a lot, I was so happy to see him doing these (the excessive blinking as well), especially when he's more shy than stressed because yeah tics can happen any time, but especially any situation with a heightened emotion (and the guy u like telling u that he really wants to try things seriously with u with that soft voice/eyes/smile (this is just becoming me simping for Kit Young), like yeah I'd definitely be feeling a lot. AND IT DOESN'T TURN JESPER AWAY. The only thing that bothered him was that Wylan hadn't responded; he was worried the sentiment wouldn't be returned. But Wylan's actual tics have nothing to do with it.

And having him so sensitive to loud sounds (ironically) makes me so happy because YES!!! YES YES YES OFC. He loves music and chemistry because Wylan controls them. He can control the sound, the amount of it all, he can predict it. And it makes it easier to deal with. He doesn't flinch away from his own explosions (when he knows they're coming, unlike the one that destroyed the Crow Club) -- usually he covers his ears or hides his face ahead of time. He likes the higher piano keys, the flute puffs (forgive me, I am a cellist and a pianist, Idk what the harsher sounds from his flute when we first see him are called technically) when he can control them and their effects. And whenever he does react to other sounds/situations, he leans towards his one comfort-person in the group (Jesper), leaving him lost once he tries to sever that tie after telling Jesper that he can't read. Wylan leans on Tolya more instead (I love that so much for so many reasons) bc while Tolya is less known, he's just,,,,,,, okay I'm sorry but Tolya gives off such comforting vibes, alright? Like he's so amazing. I haven't read the SaB books yet, just SoC, so I saw everyone talking about him like "oh yeah ok. some cool character ppl love. aight we'll see how it goes." aND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH???

Like if I was in Wylan's position, given all the other characters around, I would definitely lean to Tolya for comfort. Also Tolya is a great fighter, like. alsdkfj no focus, Wylan first, Tolya meta later.

ALL THE INFO DUMPS TOO!!!! That urge to inform Jesper despite also wanting to be pissed at him bc pls be interested in this, I wanna tell someone so much. This is so important to me. AND THEN wanting to correct Jesper later when Jesper apologizes, even messing it up himself after hearing how Jesper pronounces it when Wylan knows how it should be bc god the echolalia, the subconscious ND urge to repeat what others said/how they said it/tongue just getting screwed up when u hear something wrong despite knowing how it should be. And then Wylan deciding that it's not important, that he has so much time now to correct Jesper, that he can explain it all and more later under the safety of roof and the morning sun.

I'm not crying you are.

okok I need to eat supper now but pls I love how Jack Wolfe depicts Wylan as ND so bad, it's so validating. Especially with an entire cast full of ND characters (u cannot change my mind that the Crows isn't ND Found Family. I love them so much) and how different everyone is still, showing so many side to neurodiversity. And that it's all valid. That Wylan is incredible and beautiful and brilliant, neurodivergence and all. That someone like him, someone maybe like me, could find a love (romantic, familial, platonic) like Wylan does with the Crows (and now more! since the show allows them to interact with the other series).

Representation matters, people.

#shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone s2 spoilers #sab s2 spoilers #s&b s2 spoilers #wylan #wylan van eck #wylan van sunshine #i love that nickname so much in all it's irony #wylan hendriks #jesper fahey #wesper #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #nina zenik #matthias helvar #tolya yul bataar #he's not the focus of this post but I love him too much #six of crows #soc #crooked kingdom #it's the neurodivergency for me #neurodivergent representation #ND representation #I can't wait to see this man commit so many atrocities. might have the lowest kill count but he's got the highest injury count #he literally blows stuff up for a living rn #and on my next meta: discussing how much I love the piano scene (despite book!wylan not wanting to be claimed a pianist over flautist)

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Hello there!

I just stumbled across your blog and I love your posts! And when I saw that you also write for Creepypasta, I just had to send in a request, especially considering that there's barely anything there!

So may I ask for some general and romantic headcanons for Toby? I really love this guy!

I hope you have a wonderful day and remember to stay hydrated!

(Also, apologies if there are any mistakes, English isn't my native language ^^)

See ya! :D

Hi! Thank you, Vero, you stay hydrated and have a wonderful day as well! I'm so glad you love my stuff <3 I was just thinking about doing something for Toby, so you're in luck hehe

(Also, your English is amazing my friend. No worries <3)

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Content: Toby general and romantic headcanons with gender neutral reader

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, implied murder, implied violent bipolar episodes, obsessive behavior, toxic jealousy, toxic relationship, and implied familial trauma.

Notes: I come from the era of creepypasta where everybody believed Toby was very obsessed with waffles, and was horribly misinterpreted in fanfiction. That was about eight years ago now though, and from what I've seen the fandom has been getting better with representation of Toby.

I've put a lot of thought into this. Might use this as inspo to revamp my Jeff headcanon list.

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(art by Lynnarty on Deviantart)

❥General

I want to start by saying: I know almost nothing about Tourette's syndrome and don't know anybody who has it. If I get anything wrong, please please please correct me. I wanna get this right for you lovelies. Thank you <3

Now, what I do know about Tourette's, is that there are two types of tics: motor and phonic. I believe Toby has more motor tics than phonic. I know he's portrayed as stuttering and twitching/moving rapidly at the same time, but I don't think he has as many phonic tics as we think

I do however, think he has a natural stutter. He was bullied in grade school, and as a fellow bullied child, I can confidently say that he developed the stutter then. I will die on this hill.

His personality is also not at all that of a child, who spends all his time screaming and laughing just for the hell of it. He's unhinged, yeah, but not in the oblivious child way. More of the sadistic way for very obvious reasons.

He's more so reserved, just kinda comes and goes. There will be points in time where he decides to be super obnoxious and fuck with other pastas in the mansion, but that's moreso purposely picking fights and intentionally being annoying than whatever the hell fanfic writers wrote in the early 2010's.

He does have bipolar disorder, so he'll lose his shit when he decides to fuck with people and they fuck with him back. It turns ugly really fast.

With his CIPA (Cognitive Insensitivity to Pain), obviously he cannot feel when he gets injured on missions, or if his motor tics cause him any pain. He won't really give a shit if he finds an injury, and won't really take any steps to go to Eyeless Jack either to get patched up. Either someone else will have to bring him, or Jack will have to hunt him down himself.

Speaking of Jack, he was able to fix up the left side of Toby's mouth when he came to the mansion. Fixing Toby's injury and Jeff's face were the first two things he did.

Toby still chews on his hands and the insides of his mouth, just out of habit or if he's stressed/upset about something.

He doesn't have a reaction to fire, really. He doesn't like dwelling on the past + he's ready to just keel over and die at any moment, so it doesn't really matter to him.

Being called "Ticci Toby" angers him to no end. You will die if you call him that, no exceptions.

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❥Romantic

Toby didn't really look for love after joining the mansion

Like I mentioned above, he's ready to die at any point, so he finds it kinda pointless to get a partner if he's just gonna die soon

He noticed when you joined the mansion, but he didn't actually say anything to you until you'd been there for some months. He doesn't particularly associate himself with people in the first place, let alone people he newly "meets."

He's not very friendly at first, but being nice to him even through his obnoxious moments and horrendous mood swings and even going so far as to try to help him (he won't let you in the moment but he'll reflect on it later), it'll get you in his good graces

Being blindingly nice won't just get you in romantic territory. If he sees you being an actual person around others while just being super nice with him, it's going to make him think you're not genuine.

Just be yourself around him. When he sees you treat him the same as the others (with genuine kindness and respect) and not like he's some freak, it'll get you brownie points.

Toby doesn't realize he's insecure and thinks it's normal to get super jealous super easily. His parents didn't have the best relationship and most internet media of relationships is toxic in itself, so you'll have to be the one to sit down with him and lay out your boundaries. Even then, he'll frequently cross them.

It's not because he doesn't respect you or love you. He does. Just sometimes he wants to move the relationship a little faster, or he's impatient and wants kisses when you're with the others, or he's just plain forgetful.

Again on the jealous point though, he's going to get very upset if you don't notice he's jealous. In his mind, it's very obvious. Eventually he'll get so upset that he yanks you away from the people, cusses them out, then storms off with you and slams every door he goes through for extra measure. He's then going to cry as he holds you, apologizing and saying he didn't mean it and he was just scared you were going to leave him.

He doesn't let you be with your other pasta friends without lurking in the background, watching yours and their every move. He loves you and just wants to make sure you're okay. Happily accepts you back into his arms when you're done.

The only time you'll be able to hang out with friends outside the mansion (without him watching you) is when Toby is away on missions. If you befriend the right pastas, they'll cover for you. If he's not away though, he's very likely going to be stalking you and your friends in the background.

Toby doesn't care if you give him PDA or not, he just wants to be near you and do what he wants in the moment. Once he realizes he has feelings for you, he's going to be clinging to your side.

Loves when you show him physical affection and attention without him asking.

He also loves when you involve him in things you like. He might not participate in it, but the fact that you thought of him makes him happy. His favorite thing is eating some snacks while cuddling on his bed and watching some show you love.

Toby by himself just kinda exists. Toby in a relationship with you just kinda exists, but he wants people to know that you only exist with him.

For obvious reasons, Toby is a fucked up individual, and a relationship with him will always be toxic in some aspect. Everyone in the pasta mansion is fucked up, and very few will have healthy relationships. Yes, we love the pastas anyway, but we cannot fix them, so just keep that in mind lovelies <3

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

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Hello! Would it be okay to request headcanons for Hanzo with a shy s/o? S/o is also more on the reserved side and respects his space, so she doesn't make a move easily. Would Hanzo eventually start showing affection despite his own reserved nature and take the lead or would he wait as well? Thank you in advance!

Oh my god my first Overwatch request!! I'm so excited it's for Hanzo. This man has already become super comforting for me.

I hope you enjoy what I've done! Sorry it isn't very long. Writing this was my reward for doing schoolwork.

Warnings: None really. Genji is a shit and Hanzo is baby. Mega fluffy.

First of all, he thinks you’re the cutest thing to walk this planet. Despite the way his heart races when you smile at him, he can’t help but smile at your instant blush. 

Trust me, he knows you have a crush on him. You’re completely obvious. 

However, he can’t help but wonder why. In his eyes, he’s a monster that doesn’t deserve someone as special as you. He feels selfish when the thoughts of you being with him cross his mind. 

So he refuses to pursue anything no matter how badly he wants to love you. He’s sure you could be with anyone else and have a better person in your life. 

When you walk by, or whisper his name so sweetly, he’s reminded just how precious you are. 

So how do the two of you get together? That’s a really funny story..

“Oh come on, just say you think he’s handsome! I’m going to vomit if I have to see you staring at the back of his head with those fucking puppy eyes one more time..” Genji makes a fake gagging noise as your face warms considerably. 

“Shut up! Geez.. it’s not like he pays any attention to me in the first place. He’s been quick to leave rooms I enter for the past week.” 

“I promise it isn’t your fault. Trust me, I know my brother.” He removes his mask, revealing the kind smile you’ve learned to hear. “Just get him alone and-” 

Genji pauses, smirking as he sees the man of the hour walking down the hallway. His hands are suddenly on your shoulders, shoving you into a room as he whispers a quick “stay” and rushes off. 

You’re completely confused, but stay put as he requested. It doesn’t take long for you to realize what he was planning… because you can hear Hanzo questioning him down the hall. 

“Genji, what are you freaking out about?!” 

“Hanzo, brother, just follow me! I need you to help me check this room!” 

Your eyes shoot open and you back away from where the brothers rush into the room. Hanzo meets your wide eyes with a very confused look. “Y/N? What are you-” 

The bedroom door slams shut, and Genji is gone. Hanzo whips around and grabs the doorknob, trying to open it with a growl. “Genji! What is the meaning of this?!” 

“I am not opening this door until you tell each other the truth!” 

You shake your head, looking down as your face flares red hot. “G-Genji! He’s obviously n-not comfortable!” 

Hanzo glances over his shoulder at you, his own cheeks starting to warm slightly. “Don’t concern yourself with me, Y/N. Genji, I am not playing with you!” 

“I’m not either! I’m sick of my brother and closest friend tiptoeing around each other because they want to kiss or date or whatever! 

Both of you freeze, now meeting each other’s gaze and stuttering. 

“I swear your brother-” 

“Genji has no idea-” 

For two minutes or so, the two of you stutter and interrupt each other, going on until you both go silent, still staring at each other. 

Hazno clears his throat. “G-go ahead. I insist.” 

You gulp, swallowing down the lump in your throat to manage a few words. “You’ve.. Been avoiding me..” 

His heart shatters hearing your words. “N-no! I mean, yes, but not because of you. It’s my fault, Y/N.” 

“But why? Did I offend you?” 

“No! Because.. Well,” he rubs the back of his neck, “because I think you’re.. Shit.. Y/N I know you have a crush on me.” 

You let out a loud squeak, making him jump slightly. “H-how?! GENJI!” 

“No no no! I just.. I can tell. Likewise, I have the same feelings for you, but I’m.. I’m scared of hurting you.” 

You blink, watching with confusion as he looks away from your gaze. He takes your silence as a question in itself, so he continues. 

“I am a monster, Y/N.. you deserve someone with a cleaner past than mine. You don’t want to be with-” He’s cut off as you walk closer and grab one of his hands gently in both of yours. 

The smile on your face almost makes his knees buckle under his weight. 

“I know your past.. Hanzo, I don’t care.” Your heart races, but you take a deep breath and continue. “I want you, not anyone else.” Your small hand gently runs up his arm, tracing the dragon tattoos on his arm. 

He lets out an audible gasp, shivering slightly under your touch. “I.. I’ve never.. Been in a serious relationship.” 

“So, if you want to try, we go at your pace. You’re worth it, Hanzo Shimada..” 

He bites the inside of his cheek, willing away the distant part of him that wants to cry. 

How long has it been… since I’ve felt so in love.. 

“I.. would like that a lot, Y/N.” He finally opens his hand, allowing you to lace your fingers together. 

You let out an excited giggle as you swing your arms gently. “Yay! Now, we can start by eating dinner together… if that’s okay..” 

“That sounds lovely, my dear. First-” He grabs the doorknob and finally yanks the door open, revealing a grinning Genji, “I have a little brother to beat.” 

The grin is gone, and Genji’s flight mode kicks in as he takes off down the hall, yelling for Cassidy or Winston to save his cyborg ass.

#hanzo overwatch #overwatch x reader #hanzo x reader #hanzo shimada #hanzo shimada x reader #genji overwatch #genji shimada #overwatch fluff #hanzo fluff

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Hi babes !!!

I would like to request a fic of Eddie x Fem! Reader where he sees her in the crowd at one of his shows at the hideout for the first time and that makes him all cheesy and stuff and he goes all out for her…

Im thinking it could be based off the song Say Yes to Heaven by Lana and the part where it goes “I’ve got my eye on you” is going through his head when he spots reader~

It sounds super confusing i know but i feel like you could do it justice (๑>◡<๑)♡

hiiii i really loved this idea tysm for requesting!!! if anyone has anymore rockstar!eddie thoughts pls share | 0.8k words :D

You could be imagining it.

The way the lead singer’s eyes have found you in the crowd time and time again. You could be, but he looks at you once more. How many times is too many to be coincidental?

You listen to Corroded Coffin often, but it doesn’t compare to how they sound live. Not to mention the way they perform.

Eddie Munson is a natural up there. And he keeps looking at you. His hair is a mess, frizzy and some stuck to his forehead with sweat. His shirt practically soaked through. It’s hot.

You stand close enough to the front that you have a good view of the stage, the band. Close enough that they can all probably see you, too. You know at least one of them can.

Eddie’s not sure why his eyes keep finding you in the crowd. It’s like he can’t help but look in your direction even though he’s never seen you before in his life. You’re pretty, and you know the words to his songs, and your smile is beaming almost as hard as the stage lights.

He’s not sure why he goes a bit harder during this show. Showing off, or pulling the hem of his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face. Okay, maybe he knows the reason and maybe it’s for you.

When it comes time to interact with the crowd, he knows just who to talk to.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

His voice is raw from all of his singing, and when you look up at the sound of it you find him staring right back at you, crouched by the end of the stage to see you better.

“Me?” You point to yourself, checking.

“Yeah, you,” he smiles, you melt a little. “What’s your name?”

You tell him, he repeats it back, “beautiful name. Makes sense. Who are you here with tonight?”

“Nobody,” you confess. You’d asked your friends, but none of them were interested. Their loss, you think.

“All alone, huh? Well, are you having fun?”

You nod enthusiastically, “the most. You guys are killer.”

“Killer,” he laughs. “Thank you. What’s your favorite song of ours, sweetheart?”

You take a moment to think, and he watches you the entire time. He’s truly interested in what you might say and he thinks that even if the song isn’t on their planned setlist, he’ll find a way to play it.

He grins when you give him your answer.

“Excellent choice,” he tells you, standing and facing his band mates. “What do ya say, boys? Should we play it?”

The crowd cheers, and so do you. He commands the attention of the audience with ease. Almost effortlessly, it seems. To you, it looks like he was born to be exactly where he is: on stage, in the spotlight.

“Alright, this one’s for you, sweetheart.”

He winks, and then he plays the song.

Your heart stuttered. He dedicated a song to you, then he fucking winked. No way. You’ve harbored a crush on him since discovering their music, and after tonight, there’s no chance of getting over it anytime soon.

The rest of the show is filled with eye contact, sneaky glances between song lyrics. It’s filled with a type of flirting that’s non-verbal. That still has butterflies swarming in your stomach.

When it ends, you linger, not wanting it to truly be over. You eventually start to walk out when a security guard stops you.

“Come with me, please,” he says.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask, worried and glancing towards the exit.

“No, Eddie wants to meet you. It’s your lucky night.”

Yeah, it really is, you think.

Contrary to popular belief, Eddie never does this. He doesn’t invite fans backstage. It’s usually the time he takes to calm down after the rush of adrenaline that comes with performing, but he couldn’t miss out on the chance to meet you.

After talking to you, his fascination only grew stronger. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you and he’s sure people noticed. He doesn’t care, though. A knock on his dressing room door carries him over, opening it to reveal you.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi,” you’re a lot more nervous now that you’re alone with him. You pinch yourself as subtly as possible to make sure it’s not a dream.

“Come in, don’t be shy.”

You do, and he smiles. You pinch yourself again, but it’s real. So real you can smell him when he gets close, feel his breath on your heated skin.

“Why’d you invite me back here?” You blurt. In an attempt to explain yourself, you continue, “not that I’m not happy to be here. Trust me, I am. But, you know, I’m curious.”

“Would’ve thought it was obvious, sweets. I’ve got my eye on you.”

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[cisphobie]

I was going to go on a rant about this but I forgot

Anyways I feel like when it comes to “faking disorders online for attention” we gotta stop worrying about people faking DID or schizophrenia or other mental illnesses and worrying about the niggas who are faking vaccine injuries

People only seem to care about people faking mental issues with very obviously disordered presentations- ofc you’re gonna be like “what the fuck” at the guy who’s stuttering pretending to have his alters switch on camera, or the 13 year old kinnie beefing with her friends online because she wants to be referred to as Asuka from Evangelion in the flesh, right? And yeah, faking DID or schizophrenia or other serious disorders is super bad, but;

1. I highly doubt that everyone on Tiktok/Tumblr/other websites who claims to have serious mental disorders like these actually have them, but I also highly doubt that thousands of people would just get up one day and decide to fake having a serious mental disorder. It could be a sign of a different mental condition, or it could be a really wrong self-diagnosis, but harassing these people doesn’t make these situations any better

2. The people that harass people who fakely claim to have DID and have, for example, a thousand DSMP alters or some other obviously fake thing aren’t necessarily making things better for people who actually DO have DID either. They’re simply targeting people who might just be mentally ill tweens on the internet because the symptoms they exhibit (real or fake) are “cringy”, without any care for actually helping people with DID and in some cases fakeclaiming/harassing people based off fucking vibes. There’s really no excuse for harassing somebody just because they’re “cringe”, especially when 1 they still might need mental help and 2 you can’t even see into their head, so even if they seem fake they might actually have the disorder they are being accused of faking anyways (because nobody doing fakeclaiming discourse online is a mental health professional anyways, lmfao)

But when it comes to faking vaccine injuries? That shit’s fucking stupid, nobody’s going to believe that a vaccine that’s been proven safe and effective just randomly caused cancer in your Aunt Betty’s third cousin once removed just because you said so, especially when the vast majority of “evidence” claiming vaccines are unsafe is being pushed by a small amount of people (referring to the disinformation dozen) who actively profit off of antivax disinformation. Pretty much all of the antivax propaganda being created is either politically motivated, financially motivated or both, and these freaks of nature have the fucking gall to accuse pro-vaccine scientists of doing the exact shit they’re guilty of. Given all that as context, who the fuck is gonna believe antivaxxers when they claim to have vaccine injuries? Seems awfully convenient that the people who were vaccine skeptics to begin with are claiming to all have vaccine injuries now, especially when it’s shit that makes no sense like claiming the COVID vax gave em cancer.

Anyways this makes no sense because I’m tired but I’m saying that people need to stop harassing the 12 year olds who mistakenly think their imaginary fandom friends are signs of them having DID and start harassing people who actively lie about the COVID vaccine causing negative side effects because we’re still in a fucking pandemic and it’s not like DID is contagious anyways

#disclaimer: i am not accusing anyone who reads this of faking DID or schizophrenia