#chewing my feet rn

[yunsies]

logged back in just to talk ab this

#someone save me #been staring at it for hours already #i wanna be the shoe tbh like #do u see jake’s veins #and don’t get me started on sunghoons biceps #chewing my feet rn #02z #enhypen #jake #jay #sunghoon

[paging-possum]

Sat down to do work proceeded to read all of the glass scientists I am now making coffee and pacing the kitchen I need to work on my comic

#KICKS FEET TWIRLS HAIR BETWEEN THIS AND MEI BEING THE MOST EPIC PERSON EVER IM IN THE COMIC HEADSPACE RN #MAYBE MY COMIC. WILL BE GOOD. #anyways making coffee it’s very str on g I’m going to chew walls #the work is getting done though I’m being RESPONSIBLE

[munsonluhvr]

could i request steve with a confident reader? just anything other than shy reader 😭

WHAT'S WRONG WITH BEING CONFIDENT?

a/n: shy reader is the it girl rn, huh. thank u for ur request! hope u like it! this was very much inspired by the club scene from '10 things I hate about you,' aka my fav movie of all time. it felt appropriate for this request.

synopsis: king!steve harrington x confident!reader. after setting his eyes on you in the cafeteria, steve, and all of his ego, pursues you; though you don't fall to your knees quite as easy as the other hawkins high girls. word count - 3.5k warnings: some swearing, mostly just fluff. not spell checked, I'm tired I'll do it another day haha.

For the first time in a while, Steve wishes that he could tell Carol and Tommy to shut the fuck up. Carol, and Tommy, were on about something, Steve hadn’t paid enough attention to know exactly what, but all he knew is that he needed peace and quiet to be able to concentrate, to be able to watch you. 

You sit across the cafeteria, oblivious of Steve watching you closely. He watches as you laugh with your table full of friends, head thrown back, soft, round cheeks tinting pink, bright white teeth gleaming against the cafeteria lights. He has to have you. 

Steve leans over to Tommy, nudging his shoulder with his fist. “Who’s that?” Steve asks, bending low to point towards where you sit several tables away. “Who’s who?” Tommy asks, biting into his sandwich, looking towards where Steve points. Carol rolls her eyes, leaning forward to look in the direction that Steve’s pointer finger is angled at. 

“The blonde?” Tommy asks, turning his neck to get a better look. Steve is instantly frustrated, now making himself a spectacle as Tommy twists and turns to get a better look at where you sit. Steve shakes his head. “No, the girl sitting next to the blonde.” 

“Oh, she’s pretty.” Tommy says, sitting back into his chair. Underneath the table, Carol kicks Tommy’s chin with the toe of her shoe. Tommy yelps, shooting his girlfriend a scowl. “But I don’t know who that is.” 

Carol crosses her arms, chewing her gum more intensely. “That’s y/n. We’re in the same economic class.” 

Steve glances at Carol, waiting for her to say more. When she stares back, offering no other information about you, Steve moves his arms as if to say, ‘tell me more.’ Carol shrugs, picking her wad of gum out of mouth with her pointer and thumb fingers, placing it on a napkin that rests on the table. “She’s nice, totally out of your league though.” 

Steve scoffs leaning back in his seat, arms crossing against his chest. “Nobody is out of my league, Carol, girls love me.” 

Beside Steve, Tommy chuckles, shaking his head. “King Steve is back at it. Sayonara, Nancy.” 

Steve shakes his head, shooting Tommy a daring look. Though he was over Nancy, breaking up with her several months ago, Steve didn’t like hearing her name, and Tommy knew that. 

“I’m going to go talk to her,” Steve says, swinging his legs over the bench seat. He runs a hand through his thick hair, his confidence at its peak. For Steve, his good looks, decent sense of humor, had the girls of Hawkins High hooked, weak in the knees for him, all honored to have a little piece of his attention. Carol hums, shaking her head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

Steve shrugs off Carol, making his way across the cafeteria to your table. Weaving through crowded tables all clustered together, offering small ‘excuses me’ as he squeezes himself behind tables. 

You are trapped in your own world, enamored by all your friends who giggle around you, sharing funny stories from class. You hardly notice ‘King Steve’ making his way over to you, confidence coursing through him as he strides over. You wouldn’t consider yourself popular, per se, but you had a solid group of friends, people waved hello to you in the hallway. What set you apart from the popular girls in Hawkins is that you stood on your own two feet, had good wit, funny sense of humor, and you were genuinely nice. 

“Oh my god, Steve Harrington alert,” Your friend, Heather mumbled, her eyes shooting down to the tabletop. You shrugged, assuming Steve was just passing by your table. You weren’t wrapped up in the typical high school antics, certainly never pining over Steve Harrington. You were consumed with school and your friends; you were fine with it that way. Though your body tenses, when a hand places itself on your back. Looking across the table you see Heather’s eyes are as wide as saucers, her small mouth agape. 

“Y/n, right?” A voice you recognize as Steve’s says behind you. Stiffly, you turn in your seat, glancing over your shoulder. “Yes?” 

The commotion at your table abruptly comes to a halt, all eyes placed on you and Steve. Steve crouches down beside your chair, holding on to the empty space between you and your friend. Now that Steve is at your height, you’re forced to look his face. It’s a handsome face, all his features coming together perfectly, his fluffy hair adding a playful, boyish look. 

“I’m Steve, Steve Harrington.” Steve says, his hand out stretch to you. How odd you think, a teenage boy offering to shake your hand. You’ve never interacted with Steve before, though from all the discussion about Steve, you can’t imagine girls fawning over them if he offered to shake their hands. He always seems so confident, so arrogant, yet you almost think you sense nervousness radiating off Steve. You stare at his hand, then back at him. “Yes, I know.” You say, your hands folded in your lap unmoving. 

Steve drops his hand, using his free hand to brush his hand through his fluffy, brown hair. “Well, I just saw you from across the cafeteria and I couldn’t understand why we hadn’t met yet.” You glance at your friends, an eyebrow raised. They all watch intrigued. “So, you were watching me?” You say, tossing a glance at Steve. 

His eyes grow wide, his mouth opening and closing with no words coming out. “No- yes- I-“ You giggle as Steve stammers, glancing at your friends again as you hear them giggle. Steve frowns, not understanding where his confidence is lacking. He was normally so good at this. “What I mean is, I thought you were really pretty, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out sometime? Jason Carver is having a party Saturday night, maybe we could go together.”

Before you could reply, the bell rang, students scrambling from all corners of the cafeteria to flee to their next class. All your friends sit motionless, unphased by the bell ringing, waiting to hear if you’ll go with Steve to the party. You fold your trash neatly, taking your time. Steve stands up as you swing your legs over the bench seat. “I should be going; I don’t want to be late for class,” you say innocently, shooting Steve a small smile. 

Steve frowns as you slide past him, your back turning as you walk away. Steve crosses his arms across his chest, his ego slightly bruised, as you become the first girl to reject his advances. Well, that won’t do, not for Steve at least. He doesn’t give up easily. Across the cafeteria, he sees Carol and Tommy laughing, shaking their heads at him, their eyes flickering to you as you saunter casually out of the cafeteria, your friends close behind. 

For the next half of school, Steve’s mind is preoccupied on how you escaped him, his usual charm and good looks not working on you. Steve had asked around about you, questioning various friends if they knew you. Some shook their head, others nodded, offering kind words about you: ‘She’s cool,’ ‘She’s got a good sense of humor,’ ‘She normally doesn’t date; she says she wants to focus on getting into a good college.’ It was apparent that you were going to be a tough one to crack, and normally Steve would have given up, but you intrigued him. 

The final bell hand rung, to Steve’s delight, and while he walked out of the hall towards the parking lot, relief that he was one day closer to the weekend. Steve liked the social aspect of school though he could do without the academic learning. 

As Steve walked towards the doors that leads to the parking lot, he swings his car keys around on his pointer finger, his mind wandering to you. Were you charmed by him and trying not to show it or was it hopeless to try and ask you out until you said yes? Wouldn’t hurt to try is what Steve settled on. 

Pushing the doors open and joining the rest of the school population that flees to catch a bus or a ride with their friends, he saunters across the parking lot, his freshly washed BMW sparkling against the sunlight. Just then, you walk passed him, your backpack slung over your shoulder. Before Steve can have a second thought, he picks up his pace, sliding up next to you. “Hello, y/n. Need a ride home?” Steve asks, tossing a pleasant smile towards you. 

You roll your eyes towards Steve. “No, I’m all set. Do you need something?” 

Steve raises her eyebrows, his eyes shifting from you to the parking lot that’s stretched out in front of him. “Just finishing our conversation that was interrupted by the bell earlier.” 

You laugh softly, shaking your head. You're amused that Steve conveniently neglects to remember that you were utterly uninterested in his offer and it was that fact, not the bell, that you left him in the cafeteria. “Yeah, it was totally interrupted by the bell.”   

Steve laughs too, missing the sarcasm that laces your tone. “Yeah, so what do you think?” 

“What do I think about what?” you ask simply, knowing that Steve is referring to Jason Carver’s party. 

“The party. Going with me.” Steve says, slowing down as you reach your own car. “It would be a lot of fun, casual if you want.” 

You shove your key into the door, unlocking it with a single twist. You lean down, tossing your backpack into the passenger seat, crouching down to sit in your car. “Jason Carver’s parties aren’t really my thing; parties in general aren’t really my thing.” 

A slight panic settles in Steve’s chest. “W-We can go out to eat instead.” 

You offer a sickly-sweet smile, your eyes squinting against the bright sunlight. You wave your manicured hand, offering a small wave. “Bye, Steve.” You slam your driver’s door shut, turning your car on swiftly.. 

Feeling defeated, Steve slinks away back towards his car, formulating a new plan in his mind. 

The following day, Steve brought a new sense confidence to school. He was going to ask you, again, to go out and hopefully you would be enticed to give him a chance - you had to give him a chance, right?

It was then, as he was walking out of chemistry, his head aching from the sound of Mr. Erickson droning on and on about isotopes and ions, that he spots you exchanging your textbooks in your locker, your pink frilly dress catching his attention. Before he can change his mind, he turns in your direction, striding over to you. “The offer is still open.” Steve says, leaning his body against the locker next to yours. 

You glance at him, the corner of your mouth upturning into a smile. “Hello, Steve. Stalking me again, I see.” 

Steve lets out a nervous laugh, leaning towards you. You smell his heavy cologne, the faint smell of hair gel. “I just saw you when I came out of Erickson’s class, it was pure coincidence.” You roll your eyes, batting your thick, mascara covered eyelashes at Steve. “Well, then.” 

Steve waits a beat, his eyes taking you in. He watches as you lift your thick U.S History book into the top shelf of your locker, exchanging it for an AP Spanish textbook, locks of your hair shading your face from his glance. “So, what do you say?"

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “You never give up, do you?” You were amused, to say the least; boys have pursued you before, but seldom avidly enough to show up in the middle of the hallways, pestering your further. 

Steve shakes his head, “I don’t, and I won’t. I want to get to know you.” You suck your cheeks in, your lips puckering. You squint, making eye contact with Steve. “Why me?” 

Steve shrugs. “I’ve asked around about you, everyone has only good things to say. You’re pretty too, taking AP Spanish so you must be smart. I barely passed Spanish one.” You laugh again, holding your text books against your chest. “So, you’ve asked around about me, too. You aren’t very coy, Steve Harrington.”

Steve sighs in his head, wondering why he’s so loose lipped all of a sudden. His skin heats up, nervous sweat gathering at his hairline. “So, is that a yes?” 

“No,” you say, turning on your heel towards your Spanish classroom that is a few doors down from your locker. You glance over to your left as you realize Steve has joined you for the short walk. 

“Well, is that a no?” Steve asks glancing back at you. He realizes your classroom is close by as you begin to turn into the doorway. 

“No,” You say simply, standing in the doorway. He notices your playful smile, the way two dimples appear at the corner of your mouth, adorning your plush lips. You linger for a second, then move into your classroom. 

“I’ll pick you up at 9:30, then.” Steve calls after you, noticing students who walk past in the hallway giving him an odd look. He watches as you lift your hand, offering a wave, without turning around. Steve leaves the door, satisfied, though he knows he shouldn’t expect you to ease up on him in the near future. He’s got his work cut out for him. 

As you sit in your Spanish class, ignoring the lesson that’s happening around you, your mind swirls around Steve. You were breaking your own rules by entertaining Steve; you had made a vow that you’d ignore boys in high school, they were useless anyway, and focus on your school work, making sure you got high grades to get into a great college. It’s only for one night though, going to Jason Carver’s party wouldn’t ruin your potential of getting into Harvard. 

Saturday comes quickly, in the shape of a whirlwind in fact, and you stand in front of your closet, hands on your hips, as you survey your outfit options for the party that starts shortly. Steve would be around any minute. You decide to settle on a simple purple dress, tight around your waist, cut off at your mid-thigh. It was pretty, yet casual and effortless at the same time. 

While you waited for Steve to show up, your door wide open to ensure you wouldn’t miss the doorbell ring, you sit at the edge of your bed, English textbook resting in your lap. Studying before you left is the only way you wouldn’t feel guilty for leaving your pile of homework to go to Jason Carver’s party. 

After only a few minutes, the doorbell rings, echoing throughout your home. You grab your purse, slipping on short heels on the way out of your room. With small ‘clack’ noises, you make your way down the stairs, opening the door to meet Steve. 

"Well, don’t you clean up nice,” you coo, noticing the effort Steve put into his appearance. Nothing knew, you supposed, he was well known for being full of himself, standing in the mirrors staring at himself in the boys bathroom. 

Steve shrugs, his eyes unable to pull away for the way your dress hugs your body tightly. “You t-too,” he stammers, tucking his hands into his pockets. You roll your eyes, stepping out of your house, closing the door gently behind you. Steve follows you to his car, unbeknownst to you, getting a good look at your backside. 

Since he asked you to the party, you're all Steve can think about. Though he doesn't know you well, you fascinate him, drawing him in to learn more about you.

When Steve pulls up to Jason Carver’s house, the party is already in full swing. Cars clutter the halfmoon shaped driveway, people lingering all about the yard. Inside, grey smoke lingers in the hair, congesting your nose and throat. Loud music blares throughout the house, echoing onto the front lawn. It’s almost impossible to get inside the front door, too many scantily clad bodies filling the narrow hallways. 

Steve leads, grasping at your hand to bring you along with him. Under his touch, you shiver, feeling uneasy as being seen as Steve’s newest conquest. Whatever, you think, I’ll act as if I don’t know him tomorrow, it’s not a big deal.

As you weave through the thick crowd, people clap Steve’s back, mumbling ‘what’s up’ to him happily. Out of the corner of your eye, you see your friend Heather standing in the corner, surrounded by a few of your other friends. You feel a sense of relief, feeling annoyed with being associated with Steve. You wriggle out of his grasp, his head turning to glance at you. 

“I’ll catch up with you later,” you say, turning right into the living room. The kitchen, where Steve is headed, is to the left, in the opposite direction you’re headed in. Steve stands awkwardly, frowning at your decision to abandon him. “O-Okay.” He watches as you weave through the small crowd that’s gathered in the living room, slinging your arms over your friends, all of them welcoming you happily. 

When Steve has brough other girls to parties, they always opted to stay close by him, never leaving his side. Steve shrugs it off, weaving his way through the crowd that’s gathered in the kitchen. He makes it to the table, an array of alcoholic beverages strewn about. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Tommy lingering off to the side, a cigarette pinched between his fingers. They make eye contact, Tommy pushing himself off the wall to make his way towards Steve. 

“Where’s your girlfriend, Harrington?” Tommy says, watching at Steve carefully selects his drink of choice. 

“With her friends.” Steve says simply, his pride dripping away by the second. 

Tommy sighs loudly, shaking his head. “She’s not too impressed with King Steve, huh. That’s a first.” He claps Steve’s back, his fingers digging into his shoulder.

“I wish you’d stop calling me that.” Steve mumbles, popping the tab of his beer can open.  Tommy laughs loudly, shaking his head. He offers Steve a pitiful look, squeezing back through the crowd to find Carol. 

Steve takes a swig of his beer, the cold liquid flowing down his throat. He suddenly has the urge to get wasted to attempt to heal his deeply bruised ego. Annoyed with the reality that you aren’t impressed with him as much as everyone else, he flees the kitchen, beer in hand, as his eyes scan the rooms of the Carver household to find you. Steve finds you sitting on the arm of a sofa chair, legs neatly crossed, beer in your hand, as you laugh with your friends who are strewn about the sofa. 

Noticing Steve standing off to the side, you turn your head, a smile already plaster on your face. "Steve."

"Enjoying the party?" Steve asks, his voice wavering. You shrug, taking a sip of your beer. "It's nice enough."

Steve stands awkwardly, your friends eyes lingering on him. Steve clears his throat, unsure of what to say. "Feel like dancing?"

Your friends giggle; Steve's awkwardness is so unfamiliar to them all, his confidence is well known across Hawkins High population. It was clear that you are what makes Steve nervous. "I'm good, I'm sure there's someone else that want's to dance though." You say, gesturing towards the crowd of teens that linger around the Carver household.

Steve frowns. He came to the party with you and you're telling him to find someone to bump and grind with? "I want to dance with you, not some other girl."

You raise your eyebrows, impressed by Steve talking back to you for the first time. You were getting a little bored with passing Steve off, his inability to function around you, seemingly nervous, was charming.

You look towards your friends; they shrug, mouthing "be nice," and "go dance." You sigh, kicking yourself off the arm of the sofa chair. "Fine, let's dance."

Weaving through the thickening crowd, Steve grasps your hand tightly, bringing you to the back porch where people have clustered together to dance. A boombox is set to the side on the ground, music blasting loudly with music from the radio. Groups of couples and friend groups gather together, their bodies moving rhythmically to the music.

Pulling you into the crowd, Steve places his hands on your waist, his fingers tightening on your hips. Feeling a little bold, maybe even flirty, you push your front against Steve, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

Similar to wilting flowers, both you and Steve bend forward, your foreheads pressing together, as you sway energetically, your bodies bobbing up and down, side to side. You can't help but smile, your tough exterior slipping away. Steve was just a simple guy, his title of 'king Steve' was obviously just a persona he felt the need to act like. He seems innocent, caring. You were starting to like this version of Steve you have in front of you.

"You're beautiful, you know." Steve says, his arms tightening around you. "I don't think you're as tough as you like to seem."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You aren't what I thought you'd be, Steve Harrington."

Steve laughs, his eyes twinkling against the back porch lights the gleam against the dark night. "No? How am I different?"

You shrug. "I don't think you're as much of an asshole as you like to seem. I bet you're sickeningly sweet under all that."

Steve's nose wrinkles, his cheeks flushing pink. "I guess you'll have to find out then, get to know me more." Steve dips his face lower to yours, his lips hovering over your lips. You can smell the light scent of sweet beer and the smell of his cologne distorting your senses. You bite your lip, leaning in a centimeter further. "I guess so."

Eventually you and Steve get bored of the Carver party, the excitement coming to a slowing halt. You're exhausted, your body losing all of your energy on the dance floor with Steve; your feet hurt and you curse yourself for wearing kitten heels to a party.

Steve drives you home; the windows rolled down allowing the warm air to seep into the car, the soft wind blowing your hair around. You lean against the car window, feeling the air blow across your face. You smile, feeling content with the way your night has gone with Steve.

Steve pulls his car gently up to the front of your house, the outside lights flicked on, waiting for your arrival. You unbuckle your seatbelt, turning in your seat to glance at Steve. "Thank you for tonight," you say, folding your hands into your lap. "I, surprisingly, had a lot of fun."

Steve laughs softly, nodding. His hands tighten on the wheel. "My pleasure, I also had a lot of fun."

You smile, silence rolling over you and Steve. You sit back in your seat, biting your lip. Before you can speak, Steve fills in the silence. "Would you want to go out sometime, on a proper date I mean?"

You nod. "I'd love to."

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[bluesidez]

GymRat!Miguel Part 8

content warning: fluff, a little bit of hurt/comfort, some mentions of food, 18+ so MDNI, thigh riding 😙, thigh fucking 🤪, public indecency??? exhibitionism???, katoptronophilia aka mirror sexy time (thanks for the word jelly 🪼), just overall a really good time

word count: 4.4k, not proofread (we're only gearing up to what I assume will be another giant chapter 😷)

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GymRat!Miguel who does some sets of push-ups, sit-ups, and leg raises in place of the gym. You watch him while you wait for room service, encouraging him from the side. Your presence was especially needed during the sit-ups when you sit at his feet, holding them down and giving him kisses when sits up.

GymRat!Miguel who sings loudly in the shower after his workout. You have to answer the door with an apology as the server laughs at Miguel belting out Britany Spears.

GymRat!Miguel who finally decides to respond to his texts. He’s had enough time to cool off and your presence was like a calm breeze, kissing away at his skin.

He discards his empty plate, placing it back on the cart. You’re still chewing away at some fluffy pancakes, enjoying the views of the high-rise hotel as the default channel played soft jazz.

GymRat!Miguel who lays in your lap while you eat some fruit. He has his phone in his hands ready to type, but he opens his mouth, silently begging for you to feed him grapes and pineapple chunks.

He hums to himself happily when you comply, combing a hand through his hair. He felt so peaceful like this. Serene.

GymRat!Miguel who sighs as he opens the message app. Here we go.

Abuela 💕:

“Abuela I’ll call you tonight”

“And there will be no babies. Not now”

“There better not be!”

Pa:

“Gracias pa”

“I’m glad you were able to meet her”

“She means a lot to me”

“I can tell”

“Mijo you pack a big punch!”

“Uno más!!!”

“You got that from me 👍🏽”

“Sure did pa 😭”

Gabri 🤡🤏🏽:

“You’re such an instigator”

“It’s not instigating. It’s reporting 😌”

“‘It’s reporting ☝🏽🥸’”

“Shaddap”

“You think I’m letting a member of the robotics team bully me?”

“You have perfect pitch and play the saxophone”

“You’re not winning this battle”

“Aren’t you supposed to be entertaining my girl? 🤨”

“Direct this clown act to her”

“Not sure how she puts up with it but I’ll free her soon”

“Stfu”

“A real man would be doing OTHER things but I digress”

“Did you really have to send a pic”

“You hate me”

“It’s clear to me now”

“Anyway what’s this about Tyler punching things”

“OHHHHH”

“He got him good”

“Square in the face”

“A bloody mouth to match his nose”

“TWINEM”

“Good”

"Pa said he granted me the ability to punch"

“He can dream on about that”

“Because where tf is my strength 😒”

"He punched Tyler before"

"Your time will be soon"

"😕"

"Also Ik about Nancy cheating already"

"Tyler told me in high school"

"I didn't want to be the one to tell Kron"

"Ur better than me"

"I would have told him that after that punch"

"YOUR MOM IS A HOMEWRECKER!"

"That's not what that means but ok"

Dana:

“Does your bf know you’re lusting after others?”

“Not if you don’t tell 😙”

“….I don’t think I want to give you her number”

“You’re perfect for Gabri”

“You’re both unbearable”

“What’s unbearable is I’m not talking to your gf rn”

“It’s too many O’Haras”

“Too much testosterone”

“SAVE ME MIG’S GF”

“MIG’S GF SAVE ME!!!”

Dad….Tyler:

“It’s ok. For what it’s worth, I can tell that you had good intentions.”

“Gabri told me what happened”

“I apologize for acting out of order and punching your son, but I couldn’t let him disrespect my girlfriend and my mom. No matter how difficult she may be, I’m the one who should tell her about it. Not him.”

"I completely understand that. You did what you thought was right, and that's far more admirable than what Kron did."

"In another reality, you and Kron could get along. For now, I will aim for cordial. I will make sure that he apologizes to you, your girlfriend, and Conchata."

"I don't want an apology if it's not genuine."

"Let's move on from that. You said you wanted to make it up to me? I saw that you added more dates to the hotel. Thank you for that, you didn't have to."

"Yes! If you are willing, I would love for you and your girlfriend to meet with me. I actually arranged something for you, Gabriel, and your girlfriends. I want to hear your input before I finalize the details."

"Sure thing. Is this afternoon ok?"

"That's perfect. I'll see you then."

Ma:

Read: 11:10 AM ✓✓

“Ugh,” Miguel groans, shutting his phone off and closing his eyes.

You stop rubbing his hair and look down, “What’s wrong?”

Miguel grunts as he moves your hand to continue, “My mom wants me to come home. Not sure if I want to do that right now. Not unless I know she’s ready to be accountable for once, which I highly doubt.”

You hum in understanding, “She’s still your mom, though. You’ll have to see her eventually.”

“My mom or not, she had no right to talk to you the way she did,” Miguel said reaching his hand up to your face. “It was cruel and…strange coming towards you. She doesn’t know you. Not yet, anyway.”

It’s not like she was trying to know you, either. Miguel seemed to understand this in your silence.

“I have to go grab some clothes so she might just get her wish,” Miguel says, turning his head towards your stomach.

You look down at him, “You don’t have to. Today is my last day here.”

“Well, lucky for us, Tyler extended the stay for a few more days,” he grinned. He started to move your shirt to fondle your skin.

Your stomach twitched as his breath brushed your skin. He started to kiss along your front, head disappearing under your sweater. He hummed as he started to tug at your underwear with his teeth.

“Hey,” you say, watching his head moving around through the material. “Stop that and finish talking.”

You pulled your sweater up to reveal him, his teeth still holding the band of your panties and eyes like a cat that got caught.

He let the band go close to your stomach so it wouldn’t snap, “This visual is making me forget everything.” His eyes are heavy and wandering.

You look to where he’s looking to see that you’re essentially flashing him.

You drop your shirt in embarrassment, letting out a sound of panic.

“No, no, baby let me see.”

“No, you’re at such a weird angle.”

“All art must be viewed up close and personal.”

Miguel sat up from your lap. He watched as you huffed and pinched the neckline of your sweater, moving it for air.

"You're so confident from afar, but when I'm near you like this, you get so shy. Even in public, you can be so bold. It's just you and me here."

"It's just," you watch Miguel as he crowds your space. His mouth goes behind your ear to press his lips into your skin. "I don't know. It feels like...more when it's just us. More real."

"Does it not feel real when we're in public?"

Miguel sits back, eyes wondering to yours. There's a pinch in his eyebrows, so faint you almost miss it.

"It does! That's not what I mean."

"Then, what is it? Tell me. Talk to me."

"I want to do more with you."

"But?" Miguel holds your hands in his, stopping you from picking at the loose threads of the sweater. He rubs them with his thumbs, itching to pull you closer.

"But, when you look at me like that, I feel like I could pass out. I get overwhelmed and nervous. I don't want to say or do anything stupid. It gets harder to control myself. I feel crazy."

Oh.

Oh.

"Then there are moments when my brain fools me into thinking that you don't like me in the way that I like you. Moments when that girl from not so long ago comes back, ashamed of herself and her body. A small part of me that thinks you could date anyone else and you're settling."

Miguel takes a moment to process your words.

He takes a breath, then opens his mouth.

"You really don't understand how much you affect me, do you?"

Miguel pulled you in his lap, fed up with this charade.

You grip his shoulders, steadying your balance with how fast he grabbed you.

"Miguel-"

"I don't know everything that your last boyfriend did to you and I don't know everything that you've experienced because of your body. Baby, I don't even know what you've seen all this time to make you think you're not worthy of love and respect, but I'm here to squash it."

"I meant it when I said that I love you. I'll learn it in a hundred languages just to remind you. I'll even tattoo it on my forehead for you to be reminded of it every single time you see me."

"I don't think you need to go that far," you say, eyes warm.

"No, I think I should. Anything for you to understand me. Anything for you to see you like how I see you."

"Letting out my deepest darkest secrets here, but do you know what I did when we first met?"

You shake your head, curious.

"I had a dream about you that was so good, I fell out of my bed. Peter never lets me live it down."

"A sweet dream?"

"Now, you and I both know it was more than that. Two cold showers should answer your questions."

You hide your face in his neck, heartbeat drumming through you, "Did you really?"

"Hand to heart. I understand your feelings. I acknowledge them too, but I need you to understand mine as well. Trust me when I say that you are unbelievably sexy. I love you and your body. My eyes caught your appearance before I came to know your personality. Anybody would be lucky to have you, but I'm the luckiest because you chose me."

Miguel hugged you close and kissed your head.

"Now let's rewind. You said you feel crazy when you're close to me?"

You groan in his neck.

"Uncontrollable? Heated?"

"Miggy, stop."

"My girlfriend is head over heels for me," Miguel hummed as he rubbed his hands down your naked legs. "She wants to ruin me."

"No, I don't."

"She's still wearing my clothes with nothing underneath but her panties and is leaning all over me. Her thighs are around my waist and she just told me that she wants me."

"You put me here," you lean up and stare at him. Your cheeks were hot and your eyes were dewey.

"She's looking at me like she's upset, but now I know that her heart is going crazy. I want to kiss her."

"Then do it," you whisper.

The kiss is sweet, the taste of fruit and syrup still on your lips. You finally relax in his arms, body melted against his. His hands slip under your sweater, dancing over your back. Your skin is soft and warm, a blanket over Miguel's figure.

The time where you two connect extends deeper and longer. You let your hands venture further than the nape of his neck, roaming until you brush across his chest. Miguel's breath hitched as your nails raked his nipple, chest jumping at the impact.

You break for a second, wanting to get air, but Miguel leans back in, desperate. He's whining, groping your body all over. His noises go straight to your core, twitching above him. He matches your pace, dragging your hips across his, reveling in how fast your body was reacting to him.

When he leans back, there's a string of saliva connecting you two. He's breathing hard as he watches you.

"Can I take this off? Please," Miguel grips the bottom of your sweater, eyes pleading.

You bite your lip and slide the sweater over your head, dropping it to the bed. You bring your hands over the top of your chest, arms framing your breasts.

You can't look Miguel in the eyes, too shy, "Is this fine?"

Miguel's eyes almost turn as he watches you, so shy but so seductive. He reaches out to cup your breasts in his hands, groaning when they plush through his fingers.

"You're so," Miguel rubs his thumbs across your nipples, enjoying you twitching and gasping in his hold. "Fuck."

His gaze burned into you, hungry as you lapped his tongue around your nipples. You let out a whimper when you feel him pull your skin in, mouth hot. It doesn't beat his pleased hum, voice like a man finally getting relief.

He massages your vacant breast, movements getting harsher. His grip is like a vice making it harder for you to second-guess yourself.

You hiss and rake your hands through his hair, "B-baby, be careful."

"Lo siento, mi amor," Miguel says, kissing across your areolas. "'M sorry."

You find your breath, fighting to steady your voice, "You're on me like we didn't just do something earlier."

Miguel paused and placed his cheek on your chest, "Baby, I'm a virgin and a man, not a prude. With practice, I could go all day."

The thought of that has you tightening your legs around him, hips stuttering. Miguel shifts to pull you over his left thigh.

"Does that excite you, baby?" Miguel smirks.

You close your eyes and nod, hips rolling over his thigh, keening high as he hikes his thigh closer to your sex and grips your waist. His muscles feel so good against you, the sounds getting wetter and wetter with each swipe.

"God, you're so pretty like this," Miguel sighs. "My gorgeous girl."

Your movements are becoming more frantic, Migiuel's voice in your ears spurring you on. He was sucking into your neck, growling as you scratched against his shoulder blades.

"That's right, baby. Keep going. Use me to get off," Miguel helped your hips keep a steady pace, pulling at your briefs to a makeshift thong. The tightness of your underwear combined with his thigh and his voice sends you into overdrive.

"Miguel!" you sob, hands gripping his hair. Your body trembles as you squeeze your thighs around him, cunt pulsating around nothing but your underwear, release leaking onto his leg.

Miguel cooed as you dropped your weight against him, body limp and hips fluttering with aftershocks. You panted as you kept your head on his shoulder, willing yourself to calm down.

"Are you ok?" Miguel asks, kissing your temple, your ear, your cheek. He feels you nod into his skin, blissed out.

"I like how you called me the needy one and you're the one who came three times today," Miguel mumbled, laughing as you swatted at his pec.

"I already confessed what you do to me. This shouldn't be shocking."

"Didn't say that. 'M just happy you feel more comfortable around me. It's what I want." One last kiss to your face seals his joy.

You lift up on shaky knees, hands holding onto Miguel for dear life. Your thighs were still shaking and your underwear was ruined. Miguel's cock twitched at the essence that seeped onto his leg, watching as sticky lines dragged from his skin to yours.

He grabbed you by the waist with one hand and wiped at your slick with another.

He's about to swipe at it with his tongue until you stop him.

"Miguel! Don't do that," you say, flustered.

"What? I'm just enjoying the fruits of my labor," he pouts as you grab some napkins and clean off his hands and thigh.

"So close to eating you, yet so far," he sighs miserably. "One day."

You ignore him and look down at his erection, taking a knuckle and lining the side. It was your first time really paying attention to him down there, now that you weren't distracted by his advances.

"What about you?"

He twitched as you walked along his clothed shaft, pre-come leaking through the fabric.

"As much as I want you to continue, we have to get ready for today," Miguel jerks as you continue your ministrations with a pout on your face. "And, I need condoms if you want to take this any further."

"Not even a blowjob?" you peer at him with your deer eyes again.

Miguel took a deep breath, "I was right. You are trying to ruin me."

GymRat!Miguel who lets you know that Tyler wants to meet you both after you both have changed clothes for the day. Something about a surprise.

"I love surprises!" you say turning to Miguel with a smile on your face. "As long as it's nothing like last night. I think it'll be ok."

Miguel matches your smile and presses his lips to yours.

GymRat!Miguel who stops at his home briefly, trying to get in and get out. He manages to fill up his travel bag, drop off his laundry, and give Gabriel a heart attack all before his mom notices he's there.

"Where are you going?" Gabriel asks with his hand over his heart, headphones lopsided around his neck.

"None of your business, nosy."

"Uh, it kind of is my business. You think you're grown when you're really not."

Miguel rolls his eyes. He didn't really want to tell Gabriel, but sometimes he couldn't say no to him.

"We're going out to see Tyler. He has a surprise for us. He also said he arranged something for us including you and Dana."

"Oh shit! Ok. And if mom asks where you are?"

"Tell her I'll come by tomorrow. I'm spending the next few days with my girlfriend."

"Alrighty," Gabriel sing-songs, placing his headphones back on his head. "You kids be safe. Don't scare my girl away."

Miguel smacks Gabriel across the head and runs out the door before he can catch up.

GymRat!Miguel who just laughs at your face while you frantically unlock the car to let him in.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you ask, voice in a panic.

"A string bean is trying to attack me," he responds, giggling as Gabriel runs out of the house.

"I'm getting you back for that you oaf!" Gabriel yells as Miguel backs out of the driveway. He stops his anger to wave at you, which you return with a sweet smile.

"Baby, you're encouraging him."

GymRat!Miguel who guides you through the doors of a cafe that Tyler recommended. He sticks out like a sore thumb with his stark white hair and light clothing. The only semblance of color on him was his silver jewelry.

He sat there, typing away at his phone, oblivious to the people around him who found familiarity in his form.

"Dad," Miguel said, the word funny on his tongue. He tried to make an effort to refer to him as his father in public, something Tyler appreciated greatly.

"Son!" he got up and engulfed him in a hug, giving you a softer version afterward. "It's good to see you both."

"It's lovely to see you again as well, Mr. Stone," you say, giving Miguel a smile when he pulls your chair out for you. "Thank you so much for thinking of us after all that's happened. Thank you for paying for my stay as well, the hotel is very lovely."

"Anything for Miguel's loved ones," he smiles in a way that has a hint of Miguel. You feel better going into the rest of this meal.

GymRat!Miguel who almost chokes on his coffee before Tyler can finish his sentence.

"A yacht?!"

"Is it too much? I can do something else to your liking," Tyler frets, wiping his hands on his slacks. "I'm not sure what all kids your age like nowadays."

"I've never been on a yacht. so I don't even know how to react," Miguel responds.

The two of them are sporting the same deer-in-headlights look.

"I'm sure it would be a great experience for all of us. If everyone doesn't mind, I'm sure we can get together and have a great time," you say, helping the two of them out. "Something nice to start the summer off."

"That's great! I will have everything ready by the beginning of next month then," Tyler says, mood lifting immediately. He was a lot like a golden retriever. "With that in order, I'd like to grant you this."

He takes his wallet out, reaching in to grab a card.

As he slides it across the table, your eyes grow big.

It's a black card with T. Stone pressed across the bottom.

"What's this for?" Miguel asks, staring at the card with building curiosity.

"You all need clothes for the trip, don't you?" Tyler asks. "And I'm sure you need more clothes to wear this week. Please take this, I don't mind. I trust you not to go overboard. I'll let you know when to give it back."

Miguel took the card in his hands, the weight of it heavier than any of his own.

"I guess it's time for a shopping spree," Miguel said, a smile growing on his face.

GymRat!Miguel who drives you straight to the mall. The windows are down as you both laugh and sing to the song on the radio. Miguel wishes he could record this moment, but for now, he dials it back to replay in his memory.

GymRat!Miguel who is happy to carry your bags and encourages you to buy more. Whenever you start to feel like you've gone overboard, he just whispers "black card" in your ear like a devil on your shoulder.

GymRat!Miguel who convinces you to walk around the name-brand stores. He did have Tyler's card, but he was also thoroughly watching what you gravitated towards. He locked away so many gift ideas for later.

GymRat!Miguel who joins you in the mirror of a shades shop. The both of you take pictures with coordinating glasses and you giggle as Miguel makes silly faces in some of them.

GymRat!Miguel who becomes your doll as you pick out outfits for him. He's smiling down at you as you put different shirts up to his body, mumbling to yourself as you make decisions. So pretty.

GymRat!Miguel who waits while you try on some clothes, giddy whenever you show him a new outfit. You managed to find clothes that coordinated with his and you're super excited about it.

"Close your eyes!" you yell through the door.

He does so and listens for you to walk out. After you take a while, he opens his eyes a little.

"Baby, no peeking," you chastise.

He huffs and waits a little longer.

"Ok. 1, 2, 3, open!"

His eyes land on you in a dress that hugs your curves like no other. Your chest fills out the top perfectly and seeing your stomach through the front is driving him mad.

"Do you like it?" you turned around, giving Miguel a grand view of how your ass was sitting in the dress.

"Do the dressing rooms have a time limit?"

You blink at him owlishly, "No? Why?"

GymRat!Miguel who drags all of your bags and you back inside of the dressing room with lightning speed. As soon as he locks the door, he's attached to your lips, kneading at your ass and hips.

You gasp in his mouth, shocked at how fast he's moving.

"Miguel, what- oh," you sigh as he leans down and pulls your dress up, face buried in your neck.

"You look so good, mi amor. I can't help it."

GymRat!Miguel who almost cums when you pull his dick out. Your eyes grow along with his erection, watching as he twitches in your hold. You've never taken anyone this big and from your hesitance, Miguel can gather this much.

"We don't have to do anything. In fact, you don't have to do that here," he pants.

"You mean take you down my throat?" you ask, running your thumb over his head, watching in awe as liquid seeped out. Miguel bit his hand to quiet his moans. "I'll wait until we're somewhere more private and less noticeable that I'm on my knees for you."

Miguel looks at the open space under the dressing room door, "Yeah that's probably for the best."

GymRat!Miguel who places you in front of him, both of you facing the mirror. Your dress is bunched up and Miguel is rocking his cock in between your thighs.

He's bent down, biting lightly on your shoulder so that he doesn't shout. Your thighs were so warm and plush against him and his pre-cum was spewing out of him like a fountain.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," he moans a little too loud after a few minutes.

GymRat!Miguel who watches you in the mirror. Your tits were so close to slipping from the top of your dress, the impact from his hips jerking your entire body. He grabbed at both of them, watching as you moan at the contact. His slaps got louder and louder, milky fluid running down your legs.

GymRat!Miguel who is overcome with need when you turn and run your tongue across his earlobe. He convulses as his release spurts across the room, landing on the mirror. He grips your hips and breathes hard into your skin, the tempo of his heart moving quick.

You pat his head and praise him, heavy eyes following your hand as you rub his tip that's still rubbing through your thighs. He whines, sensitive, but not moving away from you.

GymRat!Miguel who wipes you down carefully with some wipes you have in your purse. Luckily you both haven't ruined yet another pair of underwear.

He kisses you softly when he finishes, little confessions of love traveling from his lips to yours.

GymRat!Miguel who checks the dressing room one last time, making sure he's gotten any evidence of his removed from the area. Your green dress is in his arms and you've changed back to your outfit.

The area is clean, but there are fresh hickeys on your neck, something he got carried away with.

GymRat!Miguel who walks out like nothing happened. You on the other hand, hand over some extra clothes you didn't like to a worker in slight embarrassment. He eyes you both with a look of horror.

GymRat!Miguel who feeds you Auntie Anne's in the crowded food court. You hum happily after each bite. He dusts cinnamon off the corner of your lips with a smile.

GymRat!Miguel who moves from dusting to leaning across the table to lick the crumbs off when a table full of guys keeps eying you.

"What was that for?" you asked, oblivious to the hound dogs around you.

"Nothing. I just love you, baby."

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a/n: I got a very useful lesson on condoms and BJs while writing this chapter. It won't ever be applied to this fic, BUT it was still kinda fun nonetheless.

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Can I get a FIC abt the reader being Theodore’s gf and best friend and she’s embarrassed and alone in her dorm bc of cramps and they are REALLY REALLY bad and he just comforts her and they snuggle and he gives her his hoodie and fluffy!! (I’m dying from my cramps in my bed rn 🙏 I need comfort from my book bf)

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Just Want To Be With You (Harry Potter: Theodore Nott)

summary: female reader (she/her) x Theodore Nott

notes/warnings: mentions of bad period cramps, draco and mattheo being assholes (love them, but i needed a villain) fluff, and theodore just being comforting and cute, suggestive at the end

word count: 1,300+

You knew it. As soon as you woke up you knew that you had started your period. If the cramps from the day before didn’t tip you off already, they were making their presence known now.

You didn’t always have terrible cramps, but when you did…there wasn’t anything you wanted more than to curl up into a little ball under your sheets.

Alas, the world is unforgiving to women, and you couldn’t skip all your lessons without drawing some attention. Having to explain the inner workings of the female body to Professor Snape wasn’t exactly at the top of your priorities. So, you mustered up all the energy you could and went to the Great Hall for breakfast.

******

In hindsight, coming to breakfast may not have been the best idea. You were in pain and feeling quite nauseous, barely chewing on your toast as you poked at the food on your plate.

“You alright Y/N?” Pansy asked.

You gave her a weak smile as you shook your head no, gesturing to your stomach in the process. She gave you a knowing look, instantly understanding your frustration and pain.

You hoped that you would see Theo in here, he usually woke up later than you did so you knew it would be pointless to wait for him in the common room. Yet the lightly curly-headed and blue-eyed boy was nowhere in sight.

Malfoy and Mattheo whispering and giggling brought your attention back to the table.

“Look at Potter with that know-it-all mudblood, we’re going to wipe the floor with Gryffindor at tonight’s match.”

Now you weren’t exactly friends with Hermione Granger. She seemed nice enough from the lessons that you had shared with her, being a know-it-all was a pretty accurate description of her. But Malfoy was always a complete minger.

“Don’t use that word,” you spoke up, surprising the boys whose giggles and large smirks turned into sharp stares.

“What was that Y/L/N?” Mattheo spoke up.

“I said not to call her that,” you spoke again, more strongly.

Malfoy smirked before speaking again.

“What, are you friends with the mudblood? Why didn’t you just say so Y/N.”

“SHUT UP MALFOY!” you exclaimed.

“Jesus Christ you’re no fun,” Mattheo stated under his breath.

“What’s wrong with you, are you on your period or something?” Malfoy teased.

That caused both boys to laugh, along with a few first years seated a few feet down.

You got up quickly, storming out of the Great Hall. You could barely hear Malfoy doubled over in pain after Pansy had elbowed him in the stomach.

As you made your quick exit you bumped into a large figure.

“Love—”

It was Theodore. His bright smile dropping as he took in your state. Your face had reddened from the embarrassment and light tears filled your eyes.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

“Yeah, just want to get to class early.”

“Ok, I’ll come wi—”

“NO!” you said, a little quicker and aggressively than you intended.

“You have a game today; you need to eat. I’ll see you in class," you smiled softly, reaching on your tiptoes to place a small kiss on the edge of his mouth.

Theodore watched as you left, a sad frown gracing his lips as he continued into the Great Hall.

******

Your lessons went by as smoothly as they could, despite the stabbing pain in your abdomen.

Theo was as supportive as he could be, you hadn’t exactly told him much. He knew something was wrong, but he knew better than to pry. You would tell him when you were ready.

As you walked back to towards the common room Theo swayed your hands back and forth. You looked up at him, giving a soft smile before your eyes dropped to the ground again.

“I’m going to grab my robes then stop at the great hall for a quick snack before heading to the pitch,” he told you.

FUCK…you forgot he had a match tonight.

“You know, I’m not feeling too well. Would you mind if I just stayed here?”

Of course it would be ok, Theo would never make you do anything that you didn’t want to.

 You loved going to his games and supporting him. He’d give you your favorite quidditch hoodie of his and look to the stands to see you cheering and screaming louder than anyone.

“I—Yeah…Y/N, are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, just not feeling too hot,” you smiled weakly.

“Good luck tonight, I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

You hugged him tightly before giving him a soft kiss and walking up the stairs to your dorm room.

******

Hours had passed and you could assume that the match was over and Slytherin had won from the cheering and chanting that echoed up the stairs from the common room.

Your cramps were relentless. You took a steaming hot shower, and while the pain had subdued for a short moment, it had returned.

You were currently in the fetal position, clutching your stomach as tears fell from your eyes, your transfiguration textbook thrown aside as your homework was long forgotten.

Too caught up in your pain, you hadn’t heard when someone entered your room.

Theodore was terrified to find you curled up on the bed, soft whimpers leaving your lips.

“Darling!” he exclaimed, dropping his bag at the door and hurrying to your bed.

Your eyes shot open at the noise, turning your head to face him as he made his way over to you, your gaze softened.

“How was your game?” you asked.

“Y/N, enough. Please love, what’s wrong.”

There was no more hiding the pain, you were literally curled up in front of him.

“I’ve had the worst cramps all day and the pain just won’t go away. I tried to do McGonagall’s assigned reading, but I just couldn’t focus,” you said as the tears began to fall.

Theodore moved your books to the floor before moving you slightly so he could sit next to you.

“Why didn’t you just say so love? You know my mom makes that special tea.”

“I—I was embarrassed. Malfoy and Mattheo were being mean, and I just overreacted.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“What?”

“You didn’t overreact. You have every right to feel how you do right now. I’d like to see Malfoy have cramps. I’m sure he’d be even more insufferable than he is now.”

You chuckled softly at his statement.

Theodore always had a way of making you feel seen. He was your boyfriend of course, but he was also so much more than that. He was your best friend. Everything between you too was effortless, he never made you feel like a burden. You felt silly thinking that you were.

“What do you need from me?” he asked gently.

“Just want to be close to you,” you whispered softly, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Now that I can do,” he said as he stood up.

“Theo, no, where are you going?”

Without answering you, he walked across your room and pulled his hoodie from his bag.

As he returned, you sat up slowly. Reaching for the hoodie he shook his head.

“Arms up.”

You happily complied and let him put the hoodie on you, pulling it on completely before leaning down to kiss your lips softly.

He shifted you away from him so he could cuddle up behind you. Pulling you close, he rested his hand on your stomach, drawing soft circles with his fingers.

You pushed your body back slightly, wanting to be as close as you could to him. He inhaled slightly at the friction before tightening his arm around you.

“You know, I remember reading some muggle article that says sex supposedly helps with cramps.”

“Oh shut up” you laughed.

“I’m serious,” he laughed with you.

Turning your head slightly so your lips could meet with his, you gave him a quick kiss before pulling back.

“I love you Theo.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

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HIII If you're accepting requests rn I'd love to ask for something done! Floyd leech x autistic (preferably trans, but it's okay if not as well!) male reader! basically I'd love for my fave character to comfort me lol,,, Like... bodily affirmations, squeezes, lots of sweet kisses... maybe some crying... Idk!! just go with whatever comes to mind! (sorry if too vauge, I feel sooo braindead rn XD)

yah ty if you get around to this!!! it'd make my days so much better, I've already read all the stuff in the floyd x male reader tags so I'm feeling so deprived of good n' comforting content aughhh....

Bad Days

Floyd x autistic trans male reader

A/N: So funny thing I wrote like half of this and then my app reset so I have to rewrite almost I’ll of it :,) but anyways this is also kinda a comfort fic for me because I’ve been dealing with a lot of sensory issues and transphobia lately , along with being borderline denied an autism assessment so this is a fic for both of us anon

Trans male reader, autistic reader, dysphoria, sensory issues, autism meltdown, non sexual nudity

Days like these are tough. From the moment you woke up you could tell that something was wrong. It starts with the clothes. The shirt and jacket just feel wrong.

But there’s nothing else to wear so… you wear it. Then it gets worse in class. The temperature is just too much, and it makes your clothes feel so much worse, like you want to just scratch at your skin until the feeling stopped.

The noises the people make around you are unbearable. The gum chewing, the lip smacking, all of it is just to much. It makes you want to tear your hair out and rip your ears off.

The lights are too bright and everyone is just so loud, it’s starting to feel like your getting a migraine, like you just can’t take it anymore and start screaming at any moment.

And of course somehow these feelings just make you more aware of your body. You’re suddenly hyper aware of your chest, your waist, your face, even your voice. It’s all too much.

Luckily, when you first came to Night Raven Colege, you thought ahead about this. It was important for your teachers to understand your situation, diagnosis or not.

Crewel was aware of your situation, and with one look you’re able to slip out of class. You rush back to your dorm as quickly as possible, suddenly grateful that classes were going on so nobody could see you. You can’t help the whines that slip from your throat as you desperately try to hold yourself back from completely breaking down into a mess of screams and cries.

You’re able to quickly make it back to your dorm, locking yourself in your room and throwing off your uniform. Sure, being completely naked almost in tears in your dorm room isn’t the most flattering thing, but you just had to get that stupid uniform off.

Rubbing down the worst feeling parts of your body, you’re able to calm down enough to dig out your favorite clothes and throw them back on, even if they not be in the best state. You just need them right now.

Being able to use any type of noise cancelling headphones or earbuds helps calm you down a little bit more. Just having them in, even if you’re not playing anything, it helps get all of the noises from the day out of your head.

A drink of water also helps. In very few gulps you’re able to swallow almost an entire bottle of water. You lay down in your bed, breathing heavily as you start to calms down in a safer environment.

As you lay in bed, you can feel your soft blanket in your feet, rubbing them back in forth to get a nicer sensation than what you were feeling for most of the day.

Taking a few more sips of water, completely finishing off the water bottle, you take your stim toy of choice. You have all of your favorite options thanks to everyone at NRC giving them to you. As you fidget and play one of your favorite videos, you start to think. You managed to slip out of class, and you didn’t even hurt yourself or make a complete mess of your room. At least that’s some progress.

You’re cut off by your thinking by a knock on the door. Not able to form words at the moments, you pull yourself out of bed and peek out of the door.

Standing there is your tall, rather intimating boyfriend.

“Eh? Shirmpy what happened? You just left class so suddenly…”

He has his usual playful drone to his voice, but you can tell the slight hint of concern, a difference you’re sure only you and his brother can notice.

You stay silent, just giving him a pained look and hoping he understand. He does.

“Not talkin’? Alright… you want me to stay?”

You’re able to give him a small nod, and he walks right in and practically jumps onto your bed, making grabby hands at you, his mood doing almost a 180, as he usually does.

You could always depend on Floyd to understand what you’re going through. He also has his fair share of his own mood swings and tantrums, he’s never judge you for your own.

You walk back to bed and slowly slink into his arms, leaning against his chest comfortably. Floyd was somehow never too hot or too cold to cuddle with. He was somehow always the perfect temperature no matter what you were feeling. It almost feels like he knows how to control his own body temperature on purpose.

He squeezes you tight, not as hard as he does when he’s mad at someone or intentionally trying to hurt them, but a real, genuine hug. And it’s perfect. Others would complain that his squeezes are way to tight, but to you it’s perfect. He’s almost like a weighted blanket. You’re glad you make him feel safe enough to hug you as hard as he wants with genuine love.

He snuggle close to you, leaving soft kisses on his he top of your head and cheek, but not anywhere that may be uncomfortable in your overstimulated time. He’s mindful of where exactly he’s touching you, he knows what parts don’t want to be touched in these moments, even the most obscure ones.

As the two of you snuggle and watch whatever you chose to put on, he mutters sweet things to you.

“I love yooou.” “My boyfriend….” “My boy.” “So handsome”

It seems like he’s in a lovey mood now. Even with his sudden switches, he always seems to know the right things that you need to hear. He also checks up on how you’re feeling.

“Are ya comfortable?” “Feelin’ any better?” “Are you too warm?” “Do ya want your stuffed animal?” “Want me to move my arms?”

When you aren’t talking, the both of you are in a comfortable silence. It starts to become hard to keep your eyes open after the day you’ve had combined with the cozy environment with your boyfriend holding you tight.

Eventually, you can’t fight the exhaustion anymore and feel yourself starting to drift. Before you fully fall asleep, you feel a soft kiss on the top of your head and the arms around you squeeze just a bit tighter.

“G’night Shirmpy, sweet dreams…”

Aaah I love writing comfort fics. Usually my head cannon style posts do better than my actual fics so I guess I’ll see how this goes. Also this is based on my own experience with autism, so if it doesn’t fit you I’m sorry, Ty for reading and have a nice day

#male reader #sharkboywrites #mlm #mlm blog #twst #twst x male reader #twst x reader #twst fanfic #autistic reader #ftm reader #trans reader #transmasc reader #floyd x male reader #floyd leech x male reader #floyd leech x reader #floyd x reader

[makethatelevenrings]

For the Valentine’s Day requests… how about a little drabble with Dick and the reader on a romantic vacation. The vacation can be for Valentine’s Day, or some other occasion, whatever you want!

(It’s freezing where I am rn and I may or may not be projecting my need for sun and warmth onto this request)

“Remind me to thank your father.”

Dick snorted from where he laid beside you on the beach chair. A pair of sunglasses perched on his tanned nose, shielding his eyes from the blinding sun that beat down on the both of you. Bruce had rented out a private guesthouse at a resort in Cancun and gifted it to the two of you with the promise that Bludhaven would be looked after while you relaxed for a week.

“I think he’s scared of you after the time you chewed him out about Damian not having enough time to paint.”

You settled back against the plush chair and sniffed delicately. “Good. As he should be.”

The sun warmed your skin perfectly. Sweat clung to you, but it was a refreshing kind that was earned from lounging rather than beating the shit out of criminals.

Dick rolled over from his side of the cabana lounge and slid his muscular body between your parted legs. You chuckled as he rested his cheek on your stomach, his hands stroking your thighs. You stroked your hands through his messy hair and slid your hands along his back, admiring the various scars and stretch marks that littered his skin. God, he was beautiful. His naturally tan skin was growing darker the longer you two spent in the sun and you loved the way his body looked as he flexed and moved in just a pair of swim trunks.

“I was thinking we should hit up the Italian place tonight for dinner,” he murmured before pressing a kiss to your navel. He inhaled the sweet smell of your sweat mixed with the tangy sunscreen that you religiously applied to the both of you.

Dick settled his arms over your soft stomach and he nearly groaned at the feel of your curves and rolls under his touch. God, he could never get enough of your body. The way your thick thighs would wrap around his hips…

“Richard Grayson, if you have a fucking hard on right now, I’m making you do the walk of shame back to the room alone,” you teased.

“So no beach sex?”

“I am not getting sand in my ass. Nice try.”

“Didn’t hurt to ask.” He pinched the fleshy curve of your ass and you jolted against him.

“You have five seconds to get up because you owe me now.”

He grinned, victorious, and hauled himself up to his feet. Dick didn’t waste any time bending down and sweeping you into his arms. Your arms went up to curve around his neck, but you knew he wouldn’t drop you. Dick set out for the small, private cabana Bruce rented, pointedly ignoring the way your hand traced the beads of sweat currently trailing down his chest.

This was the best week of his life.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #nightwing imagine #nightwing x reader #valentine’s day series

[joesheistyy]

PMS

Am I on my period rn? Yes. Do I just want Joe to hold me? Even more yes. Have I already written something about cramps? Yes. So I’m sorry it’s low key a repeat

——

You and Joe were finally having a chill day. No plans but to relax and recover from your busy schedules.

The morning had gone like any typical morning, breakfast and coffee for you and working out for Joe. But, it was one of those days where nothing sounded appetizing. One of those days where something just felt off.

You had been sitting on the couch watching the news and crocheting when Joe came into the living room. He was still a bit sweaty from his workout.

“Watchu doin babe?” He questioned as he sat down next to you on the couch. A little too close for comfort considering how sweaty he was. You normally wouldn’t mind it, but something about having a sweaty and stinky boy in your personal bubble rubbed you the wrong way.

“Crocheting,” you replied simply with a sigh. Joe leaned into you more, his head resting on your shoulder. You tried to not let it irritate you.

You continued to focus on the stitches as Joe leaned more into you. His weight quickly became too much. You set your project down in your lap and tried to push him off of you a little bit.

“Am I bothering you?” He asked as he sat up, taking the hint that he needed to get off of you.

“No, your big ol head was just getting heavy,” you joked with him trying to lighten your mood. Luckily, he didn’t take offense to that. You two joked about his head all the time.

Joe got up to head to the kitchen to make some lunch for himself. You laid down on the couch, putting your crochet up and deciding to focus your attention on the TV.

Joe came back to the couch after making a sandwich and putting some chips on his plate. He sat down by your feet and began to eat. He knew you absolutely could not stand the sound of crunching and chewing, but he hoped your focus was more on the TV.

He began to eat, after the first handful of chips, you shot him your signature glare of if you don’t quit chewing so loudly I’m gonna blow.

He chucked like he usually does when you send him that glare, not knowing you were majorly PMSing. Joe continued to eat and crunch and you eventually snapped.

“I gotta leave the room,” you huffed in an aggressive manner, grabbing your crochet project and walking to the kitchen.

“Babe whyyyy,” Joe whined out as you walked out of the living room.

“Because I cannot tolerate the sound of you crunching so loud. You know this,” you said forcefully from the kitchen. Sitting at the island with a glass of water and your craft, you tried to calm your energy and focus on the task in your hands.

Joe finished his lunch and came into the kitchen. He saw you sitting at the island and figured he’d show you some love. He came over and wrapped his arms around you. Sometimes when he did this, it almost felt like he was choking you just because of the angle.

When his hands reached each other with them wrapped around your shoulders, you grabbed ahold of his forearms and shoved them off of you.

“Babe what the fuck is wrong with you?” Joe looked at you in a shocked manner.

“Joe I don’t know. I think I’m PMSing bad and I can’t handle many sounds or touching or anything right now,” you stood up to go to your shared bedroom. Joe followed you. While you did love snuggles when you felt like this, you only liked them when Joe didn’t stink and when he was shirtless and clean. His smell calmed you when many others had the ability to make you nauseous.

You crawled into bed, making sure to get under all the layers of blankets. Joe was about to get into bed with you when you held out your hand for him to stop.

“Joseph you have got to go shower if you want to get in this bed,” you said as you held your ground.

“Fine,” he huffed off to the shower.

As you snuggled into the bed even more, you heard Joe get in the shower. You were looking forward to him being clean. At this point in the day, you wanted to be held. Plus, you felt a little guilty for acting the way you did earlier.

Your eyes fluttered shut until you heard the bathroom door open and Joe’s footsteps echo throughout the room. He was wearing his Seinfeld sweatpants and didn’t have a shirt on. You were so lucky that he knew what you needed.

Joe climbed in bed and you scooted over for him to have room.

“C’mere babe,” he said as he got under the blankets with you, pulling you into his large frame.

He knew how badly you loved to lay on top of him when you felt like this. Some periods were worse than others, but the worst PMS symptoms called for snuggles.

You climbed on top of Joe, your head resting on his chest. His arms snaked their way around your waist and rested on your butt. You breathed in the smell of his body wash and enjoyed the feeling of his warm chest. Snuggles like this could solve any problem in the world.

Joe rubbed your back as you drifted off into a nap. After years of being together, he was slowly but surely learning how to take care of you to the best of his ability.

——

Sorry this is bad besties, I’m so exhausted and busy lately and I wish I had more time to write 😭 I love y’all, thank you for 450 followers!!!

#joe burrow #bengals quarterback #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fic #joe sheisty #bengals #nfl imagine #nfl #joe burrow blurb #joe burrow x reader

[wehaveimagineshere]

Ren, I really hope you don't mind me sending in another request so soon but I've read Girl Dad like 7 times and I'm still craving. I want more. I want Carlos with his newborn. I want him taking care of his girls and making breakfast in bed and bringing his wife the baby for group cuddles and shit. I crave the domestic fluff. I will take anything you throw at me it's all too good. You're too good. I'm feverish for your writing rn. I have such a soft spot for badass couples being soft with their little baby so youve really given me a blessing. >◇< ilysm please keep well and stay happy <33333

I don't mind more requests at all! <3 I'm so happy you liked Girl Dad! Omgggg this is so cuuttteee I'm so happy I get to write something so sugary sweet!!!

Thank you so much for being so sweet, every time I read this I get all smiley! <3

~*~*~

You wake up to the smell of bacon.

Yawning wide, you turn your head to Carlos' side of the bed, a little confused to find it empty. Running a hand across the sheets, you're even more surprised to find them cold.

Reaching out to your plugged in phone on the bedside table, you squint as it lights up. Okay, not too early. But, wait, your daughter usually starts crying before now.

Bolting up, your feet are almost on the carpet before your muddled brain slots the puzzle pieces together. Carlos' side of the bed is cold. Maybe he heard her before you did and calmed her so she didn't wake you up.

Why didn't he come back?

Rubbing a hand across your face, the decision to check or not is made for you. You hear Carlos saying something a moment before he opens the door, a plate of food in each hand.

"She's not going to believe how you helped with breakfast this morning."

And your daughter swaddled across his chest, who kicks her feet and giggles when she spots you.

"Hey, what are you doing awake?" Crossing the bedroom, he sets a plate full of bacon on the bedside table and uses his now free hand to swat at your thighs. "Get back in bed."

"What?" you ask, brain still muddled, tucking your feet back under the blankets.

"Our little girl here decided she wanted to make you breakfast in bed this morning." When you're leaning comfortably against the pillows, he sets the other plate onto your lap. Sunny side up eggs with toast greets your eyes, and your tummy grumbles a moment later.

Your little girl gurgles, arms doing a little wave.

Producing a fork, Carlos hands it to you before looking down to your girl. "Right. We have more dishes for you. Want pancakes next? Fruit? Bagel?"

At the mention of the bagel, your little one babbles.

"I agree, bagel sounds good." Making his way back to the kitchen, he throws over his shoulder, "I'll make sure it has cream cheese on it."

Blinking in surprise, you give yourself a moment to process before picking up a piece of bread and dipping it into the egg. You're only three bites in before Carlos returns with more plates, and it's not until the bed is almost full with all the dishes you own that Carlos leans against the wall opposite you, holding a strawberry shaped teether for your daughter to chew.

"What did I do?" you ask, setting aside an empty plate to pick up another. "To deserve all this, I mean?"

"Aside from popping this one out into the world?" He does a little shake, prompting your girl to kick her feet and giggle. "Maybe I just wanted to pamper my queen, ever think of that?"

You give him a curious look but keep eating until your stomach is full to bursting. When you go to get up to put the dishes up, Carlos swats your legs and hustles everything out, baby giving her commentary the entire time.

Still wondering if maybe there's a catch, you watch as Carlos unswaddles your girl and slides into his spot next to you, setting your daughter on her belly on his chest.

You slide up against his side, your hand resting against your girl's back. Her sleepy eyes drift to you, a small smile turning up her chubby cheeks.

"She's had a full morning helping me out in the kitchen." Carlos' voice rumbles through his chest, making her yawn and close her eyes. "She told me exactly how you like your pancakes."

"Did she now?"

"She did. Was very particular about it. If I made a mistake, I'd get an earful." Pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, he adds, "Just like someone else I know."

"Oh, so it's my fault?"

"Yeah. I mean, genetics and all, right?"

"And what did she get from you, big guy?"

"My superior sense of humor."

Smiling wide, you slot your head between Carlos' shoulder and collarbone. From this angle, you can see your girl passed out, drool dribbling from her open mouth and onto your husband's shirt. Rubbing your thumb absentmindedly up and down her back, you ask Carlos, "So what's the plan now?"

"I dunno, I didn't think that far." A pause. "A nap?"

"A nap sounds good."

Squeezing you in a one armed hug, you hear Carlos hum in agreement. "Nap it is, then."

#carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira/reader #carlos oliveira x reader #resident evil

[stllite]

Hello:) I would like to make a request. Fem reader x Chishiya during her period? In borderland au. Yk I have really bad cramps rn and I need some fluff with my fav character. I hope thats ok, thank you in advance!!

right here •°ˎˊ˗

chishiya shuntaro x fem!reader

word count 1.3k

warnings reader on her period, bittt of ooc chishiya & just pure fluff !!

authors note hi love! thank u sm for the request! sorry it’s a bit late i’ve been crazy busy with school but i hope u enjoy <3

chishiya leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, peering below at all the people getting ready for their next game. he squinted his eyes, glancing over people who meant nothing to him.

he was looking for one person and one person only.

a sigh escaped his lips, his blonde hair in front of his face moving slightly with it. he rested his head to the wall he was leaning against and continued his gaze down at the scrambling people below him.

“whatcha doing?”

chishiya peered to his right to see kuina now next to him chewing on her dummy cigarette.

“have you seen y/n?” he asked disregarding her question.

“no, why?”

“she has a game today and i don’t see her anywhere.”

kuina chuckled, taking the dummy cigarette out her mouth. “you know her schedule?”

chishiya narrowed his eyes to the girl. her smile left her face as she peered down to look at the people getting ready for their game. “i don’t see her. have you tried checking her room?”

the blonde huffed, uncrossing his arms and putting them in his pockets. “she’s not supposed to be in her room.”

he moved himself off the wall and walked away to head to your room. kuina looked over her shoulder at the hooded boy and shook her head. “stubborn.”

your room wasn’t too far from where he was so he arrived quickly. being sure to knock, he placed his ear against the door, listening for anything at this point.

nothing.

he sighed and slowly opened the door, not seeing anything at all because of the darkness of the room. he flipped the light switch on and was met with your cringe expression from the brightness of the room so suddenly.

you were under the covers, your hair a mess while rubbing your eyes.

“what the hell?” you dragged out.

chishiya closed the door behind him and walked over to you, placing his hands back in his pockets. “what are you doing here? get up.”

he began to practically rip the sheets off of you, seeing you hugging your waist like you were in pain.

you were frustrated at this point. you groaned, yanking the sheets out of his grasp and placing them back over your body. “what is your problem?”

chishiya’s mind was still stuck on the expression on your face and your arms wrapped around you. your body language suggested that you were in pain. he yanked the covers once more and motioned for you to sit up.

“chishi-“

“shut up.”

“what?”

he looked at you blankly. “are you hurt?”

you blinked, confused at his sudden outburst in your room and his concern for you.

what’s with him?

“no? why did you burst in here?”

“you have a game tonight. don’t you remember?” he let out a breath, shifting his feet before continuing. “now stop lying and tell me where you’re hurt.”

you stayed silent for a few moments before chuckling, laying back down under the covers. “you’re a dumbass.”

chishiya furrowed his brows while you just smirked, an amused look written all over your face. “one, i don’t have a game tonight, i have a few extra days on my visa. two, i’m on my period and have really bad cramps. three, how the hell do you know my schedule?”

chishiya’s eyes widened slightly, his usual blank expression still on his face. you chuckled at this, sitting up once more and moving to the other side of the bed. you patted to the empty space next to you.

he hesitated before accepting your offer. he sat down towards the edge of the bed, one foot on the side of it and relaxed against the headboard, letting out a deep sigh.

“guess i got your days mixed up,” he finally said, breaking the silence.

you snickered, looking over at him. he met your gaze, a slight smile slowly appearing. you let out a short breath to say something else when all of a sudden, you were met with cold air and chishiya heading out the door in a rush.

what the fuck, you muttered to yourself.

you brushed it off though — you were cramping really bad and all you wanted was to lay in bed and get some rest especially before your next game in a couple of days.

you got under the covers, turning over to your side and shutting your eyes to hopefully get some sleep. it’s been hard to get sleep in a place like the borderlands so you tried to get some any chance you could get.

you still left the space chishiya was at vacant — if he ever decided to come back.

while laying there for a few moments, you thought about why he cared so much about your schedule. and how he knew it.

chishiya is the type of person to only really care about himself. in a way, you admired that since you were the complete opposite. little did you know, chishiya admired that about you. he just kept it to himself.

you guessed that’s why you guys made a great pair and stuck together. cause why else would he have stayed with you this long? let alone, start to show that he had cared about you enough to know your schedule and even remind you.

after what was about fifteen minutes, you heard the door open. you turned your side, and saw chishiya with what looked like medicine and a bottle of water in his hands.

“sit up,” he simply said once he made his way over to you.

you followed his orders, blood rushing in your cheeks in delight and shock.

he sat down next to you in the same spot as last time. he handed you two pills of what looked like pain killers and a water with no word shared between you two. you just followed his orders.

once you were finished, he went in his pocket and pulled out a yellow packaging of cookies.

“these are my favorite. i think you’ll enjoy them.”

you looked at the cookies then at him. tears started to form in your eyes and while you knew chishiya wasn’t a physical affectionate person, let alone affectionate, you couldn’t help it.

you pulled him into a hug while he stood stiff, his eyes widening at this sudden reaction. “woah. uh.”

you pulled away quickly, chuckling. “sorry, sorry. this is just really sweet and i’m really emotional right now.”

you wiped away a few tears that fell from your eyes, your face still red but now from embarrassment. he snickered, a smirk forming on his lips.

“you want the cookies? cause if not i’m going to eat them.”

“gimmie.”

you grabbed the yellow bag of cookies out of his hands and began to slowly eat them, the taste of them causing you to make a noise of delight.

“told you they were good.”

you smiled in response, eating more of the cookies with a big smile in your face. chishiya relaxed against the bed, watching you until you finished your cookies.

you gave your empty bag of cookies to chishiya, him placing it on the night stand next to him. you laid back down on the bed, your cramps were starting to go away thanks to the medicine and now, your sweet cravings were fulfilled.

you felt a great sleep ahead of you. and a much needed one.

you got under the covers, wrapping them all around you and let out a breath of relief.

“feel better?” the blonde asked.

“yes much better.” you said groggily, looking up at him. “thank you.”

he looked back down at you and simply nodded. and after a few moments, you were fast asleep, soft snores coming out of you.

chishiya got up to turn off the light, then came back to sit next to you.

he moved a strand of hair away from your face and admired you. he admired how peaceful you looked. how rare it was to see you in such a restful and peaceful state in this world. he secretly wish it could be like this all the time.

his goal was to get the both of you out of here. no matter what it would take. he wanted moments like this to be something that was normal and natural for you two.

and he hoped one day it would be.

#chishiya shuntaro #chishiya fic #chishiya imagine #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya fluff #chishiya angst #aib chishiya #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya x y/n #chishiya x reader #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya x you #aib fanfic #aib x reader #aib x you #alice in borderland #aib #nijiro murakami #nijiro days #requests #a ! request

[ladylooch]

Anything with Nico getting in a fight on the ice 😍spicy if the reader (or lex) thinks it’s hot or soft if bb gets injured

A/N: I have been missing writing Nico… so thank you for this! I went soft cause that’s what I need RN. But don’t worry.. after that video of his 🍑 from the weekend.. smut is coming again soon.

A heavy sigh drops my shoulders as I put my hands on both sides of my head. Nico is jawing with a Minnesota Wild player after the whistle. He has been feisty tonight. The Devils are in a three game losing skid and Nico in a scoring drought. His frustration level is high and seemingly growing with each shift he isn’t producing on the scoreboard. 

I chew on my lip while watching the stark, 13 on his back as he skates to the bench. I wish I had a way to communicate to him to chill out. He probably wouldn’t listen anyway.

Nico skates to the face off circle for his next shift as I cross my arms tightly over my chest in preparation. Not even ten seconds later, he is shoving at the Wild forward from the previous shift. Nico mouths at him and the guy cross checks Nico in the stomach. I suck in a breath as Nico drops his gloves, then starts swinging. 

“Ugh.” I hide my face in my hands, then widen my fingers so I can see through. 

The Wild players takes Nico down and the home crowd cheers as the captain gets back to his feet.

I do not.

Nico has a slightly, awkward gait now. The period is close to ending so he is off, down the tunnel… with a trainer following after him. 

The second period begins and Nico does not return. I scoot down, putting my feet on the chair in front of me. I slump in my seat with a concerned pinch to my eyebrows. 

“What did I miss?” Emma asks as she sits back down with Lio. She had been gone feeding him in a private, nursing room. Lio is now asleep in his carrier on her chest.

“Your brother is hurt.”

“What? Damn.” She crosses her legs, then looks over at me. “Have you heard from him?”

“No.”

“Uh oh.”

“Yeah.” 

I am quiet the rest of the game. The Devils end up losing, which is sure to sour Nico’s mood even more. I expect him to be waiting for me when we head downstairs. Instead, I am left waiting long after the Meiers head home for the night. When Nico appears, his black stocking hat is low over his forehead. A distinct limp is also evident on his body.

“Baby.” I greet him, wrapping my arms around his shoulder. “Is it bad?”

“Not good. MRI tomorrow.”

“Seriously?” I pull away in surprise. He nods. 

“Neeks.” He shakes his head no, gesturing to the various staff members walking around us.

“Wanna go home.” He wraps an arm around my shoulders. I put one along his back, offering him my support. He willingly takes it. I rub my fingers into his opposite hip, frowning at the defeat ghosting his face.

“Do you want me to drive home?” He nods again.

At the car, I drop Nico in the passenger seat, then walking around to the driver’s side. We exit the parking garage. Fans recognize Nico’s car, calling out in hopes he will stop. Nico closes his eyes, slumping against the window at their disappointed faces. He hates letting people down. I reach over, folding our fingers together to comfort him. He silently brings my hand up to his face, kissing along the tendons of my fingers.

“It will be okay.” I assure him. “We will face whatever it is together.”

Getting Nico out of the car is the same as getting him in. 

“Go to bed.” I encourage as I release his body in the kitchen. I gather Advil, an ice pack, a towel and a bottle of Gatorade. I find Nico quietly laying in bed when I get into our room. His head is leaned back into his propped up pillows. His knee is held up by two decorative pillows. I want so badly to be able to soothe the disgruntled frown off his face.

I run my fingers up his calf to announce my presence. He smiles gratefully as I fluff the pillows up to offer him more support. I look at his knee, gently skimming my finger tips over his skin. I observing the swelling and slight bruising. Knees are finicky and it’s hard to tell what may be wrong with it other than it looks upset. I wrap the ice pack in the towel then mold it into place for complete coverage of his joints.

“Thank you, baby.” He murmurs, settling back into his pillows. He laces his fingers together over his stomach. I smile, then lean forward to kiss his plumped lips. I linger longer than I should, coaxing his tongue out to meld with mine. 

“I love you. I’m sorry if I scared you.” He says as we pull apart. I keep my eyes closed for a moment, then slowly open them to look at him. His brown eyes are soft, knowing of the turmoil I go through every night. And it’s nights like tonight that scare me. Nights like this where he doesn’t come off the ice the way he got on. “It will be okay.” He repeats my words back to me, tugging me to his mouth again. His fingers work from his stomach to glide up the back of my thigh. He gives it a squeeze, then releases me so I can change into comfortable clothes.

By the time I come back into the bedroom, Nico is asleep. 

#what my world spins around au #n. hischier blurb #NHL fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL fic #NHL blurb

[m1dn1ght-hag]

hello ^^ can i request a sebek x male reader?

oo maybe the reader can sew and he makes cute little plushies of him and sebek so they can still have each other even when the other is far away. the image of post nrc sebek being away for a mission and bringing his mini reader along makes me sob and kick my feet </3

preferably a fluff but if you want to turn it into an angst to fluff then i don’t mind 👀

☽ starring | Sebek x male reader

☽ pronouns used | he/him

☽ genre | mostly fluff <3, hint(?) of angst

☽ summary | Mc gifts Sebek a hand-made plushie, and his ordeals with said plushie

☽ CW | mentions of a sewing needle (but its very brief), Lilia being a little shit, cuss word (like… once?)

☽ note | the idea of sebek secretly carrying around a plushie of his boyfriend for times he can’t be around him is so goddamn sweet im goginf to WXPLODE 😭 got my brain absolutely PUMPING rn. soft sebek owns my heart

Sebek knew about Mc’s hobby during their time at NRC. He’d watch him work, when he wasn’t looking of course, marveling at his craft. At the time, if Mc were to catch him staring he’d deny it adamantly and avert his gaze, a red tint making it’s way along his cheeks and to the tips of his ears.

Sebek stared at Mc, deadpanned, as he held up a plushie in his image in front of him, waiting for him to grab it.

“…Mc, what is this?” He furrows his brows, unsure of what Mc wants him to do with it.

“I made me-“ Mc point to himself, “-for you,” he point to Sebek. Motioning for him to grab the plushie, he reach into his bag with his free hand, “and I made you, too!”

Holding the plushie up for Sebek to see as he gingerly pulls the one that looks like Mc out of his hand, flushing at the plushie in his likeness. Unsure of what to say he just stares at Mc, then the plushie in his hands, then the plushie in his, then back to Mc.

Sebek has seen Mc working on something earlier, either by hand or with machine, and wondered what he was making, but didn’t pry seeing as he needed his concentration to avoid hurting himself with the needle.

A simple “why?” was all he could manage out, confused at the gesture.

“Well… Now that we’ve graduated, you have a full-time job as Malleus’ knight and have to leave on ‘business trips’ often. So, I thought it’d be nice for us to have, y’know? So, when we get lonely, we have our mini uses.” Mc rambles out, gesturing to himself and Sebek as if to enunciate his point as he feels his face warm when explaining his thought process.

Sebek’s eyes fall back onto the plushie in his hands, studying all the love put into the small details and stitching. The pale green heart sewn onto the shirt made his own heart skip a beat, as a red tint made it’s way to his ears.

Mc watched his expression nervously, worrying that maybe he overstepped. He chewed on his lip nervously until he noticed the way Sebek’s face turned red the longer his eyes lingered on the doll, pupils dilating ever so slightly.

“…Thank you,” he muttered out eventually, eyes still trained on Mc’s gift.

“Do you like it?” Mc inquires and Sebek cleared his throat, finally broken free from his trance.

“It’s decent work, for a human,” he coughed out the last bit, however Mc knew his words held no real bite by the way he couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Well, I’m glad. I put all of my love into making this for us,” Mc sighs, reaching his free hand up to squeeze Sebek’s, smiling when he felt him squeeze back.

Sebek didn’t respond, eyes now trained on the doll in Mc’s hands and the heart— in his favorite color, he noted— sewn into it’s shirt as well. He was genuinely impressed by Mc’s talent, always has been since freshman year, and how well he managed to capture both his and Sebek’s likenesses in such.. Cutesy, and simple dolls.

“Can… I see yours?” He seemed to hesitate, the red returning to his cheeks at his idea.

“Oh, yeah!” Handing him the doll, Mc watched as he stares at them intensely for a good minute before he shakily moves them closer together, giving the illusion that they’re holding hands as his face bursts red and he quickly hands the one that looks like him back to Mc.

Mc barely had anytime to process the action before Sebek drops the doll back into his hands, clearly embarrassed by what he’d just done.

“I appreciate it, thank you very much!” He yelled quickly. Mc couldn’t help the way his heart swelled and hammered against his chest, only smiling at him, though his gaze was turned away from Mc.

And though he would never admit it aloud due to his pride, he definitely carries the plushie gifted to him around. The silly little plushie becomes a comfort item, especially when he has to be away from Mc for long periods of time due to his service to Malleus. On days he especially misses his boyfriend, and physically can’t hold him, he cuddles the plushie. He holds it close to him, trying to feel his warmth through it, and even presses small kisses to the top of its head.

Sebek let out an irate sigh as he opened his eyes, staring up at the roof. He’d been gone for roughly two weeks now, and each day he missed Mc more than the last. He’s found it hard to sleep without Mc next to him, ever since he snuck into his bed one night at NRC, and not being able to have him next to him was slowly tearing him apart.

Tiredly, he rolled onto his side, clutching the doll close to his chest. Sleeping on his back was just not gonna be an option tonight, it seemed.

He would get so embarrassed if Lilia, Silver, or Malleus were to find the plushie. Lilia and Silver would tease him lightheartedly, watching the red flush spread across his cheeks as he turns away and clamps his eyes shut, embarrassed that he was found carrying a plushie of his boyfriend for comfort.

It was week three of his departure and Lilia had found his bag. Being the little shit he is (affectionate), he decided to dig around in it.

“Awww, Sebek what is this?” Lilia coos, holding up the plushie he pulled from his bag as Sebek’s face immediately turned bright red.

“Master Lilia!” Sebek yelped, reaching for the plushie in the fae’s hands, as he snickered at Sebek’s desperation.

Silver turns his head at the commotion, eyes landing on the doll in Lilia’s hands.

“Sebek has a doll of his boyfriend, how cute!” Lilia giggles as Sebek hastily retrieves it from his grasp, hiding it from Malleus’ gaze as the prince also turned to them with a quirked brow.

Silver walked over, a slight smirk in his lips, “does he, now?”

“I do not!” Sebek insisted, having hid the doll underneath his arm, “I don’t need the comfort of a doll! I am Lord Malleus’ knight, and knights don’t need dolls!”

“Poor Sebek’s embarrassed,” Lilia sighed, obviously teasing Sebek, evident by his tone and the mischievous glint in his gaze.

“May I see?” Malleus inquired.

“There’s nothing to see!”

“GASP!” Lilia faked a shocked expression, cupping his hands over his mouth, “Sebek? Ignoring a request from Malleus? What a scandal!”

“URGH,” Sebek jerked, freezing as if he got shot.

“Father…” Silver shook his head upon watching Sebek’s inner conflict through his body movements.

“Ah, t’was simply a jest. Youngins these days,” Lilia relented with a sigh.

He keeps it with him all the time, and on the off-chance he misplaces it, he is absolutely DEVASTATED until he finds it again and cries tears of joy (not that he’d admit it to anyone.)

Week four, he’d misplaced the plushie.

When he realised he lost it, it tore him up inside. He was so upset about it. It was a gift from Mc, and it brought him comfort when he couldn’t be around him, and now it’s gone. He didn’t know what he’s do if he couldn’t locate the plushie again.

He began to rummage through every single one of his bags, drawers, baskets, sheets, anything to find where he lost the doll as he felt tears stinging in his eyes.

“Where…” He sniffled, swallowing thickly as he tore his room apart in the search, feeling his heart drop more each time he couldn’t find the plushie. He checked under the sheets, under the pillow, under the mattress. Yet, everything was turning of cold and he was getting more upset as time passed.

He slumped against the bed, shoulders hunched as he ran a hand down his face feeling defeated. He felt bad about having lost the heartfelt gift Mc gave him, and even more so since it brought comfort to him since the two of them were separated. He couldn’t dare to ask him to make him another, so he’d just have to find the one he lost.

“Hey, Sebek?” A knock on his door startled him, and he jolted up.

“Yes? What is it?” He steeled his voice, surprisingly good at hiding the wobble he was expecting to hear.

“You forgot your doll in Lilia’s quarters, he asked me to return it to you. Said something about how devastated you’d be without your boyfriend?” Sebek felt relief wash over him at Silver’s words and he promptly stood, casting a quick spell to hide the evidence of his despair.

Swiftly pulling the door open, and startling Silver, he nodded his head, grabbing the plushie from Silver’s hands, “Thank you!”

And the door was shut as quick as it was opened.

“Uh? You’re.. Welcome?”

When the two of them are together, the plushies are always side-by-side, holding hands.

“Welcome home, Sebek,” Mc embraced Sebek as he entered the door, feeling the way he melted in his grasp. He placed a kiss against Sebek’s cheek, before he buried his nose in his neck, breathing in his scent that he’d missed so much.

Sebek’s usual well-maintained hair was unkempt and falling in his face, much to his distaste, as he returned Mc’s embrace. He could feel Sebek’s exhaustion in the way he draped over him, holding him close and enveloping him in his warmth. The embrace lasted like that for a couple minutes, neither of them saying anything.

He eventually, begrudgingly, pulled away to reach into his bag and Mc watched as he pulled out the plushie he gifted him. He then walked into the bedroom, where Mc’s sat, and placed it next to it, red blossoming along his cheeks.

“I couldn’t keep them separated,” he turned away to hide his blush when he caught Mc gaze.

☽ final note | i hope this was enough, if you want me to go more in depth of sebek and his plushie i most certainly can 🫶

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek fluff

[gatorlovebot]

The long simping puppy Simon anon is back because you summoned me (totally didn’t ascend to heaven realizing you wanted more of my dumb thoughts). I’m having a flare up in some disability shit so I’m not the most coherent but I’m focused on the turning point of when puppy play starts to turn sexual. Like reader is still so conscious of Simon and his trauma and his boundaries, so they just tell Simon “take what you want. You’re always my good boy, and good boys get rewards.” Just showing him he’s always allowed pleasure, that it’s not something shameful or that needs to be earned, that you always want him to feel good, and his brain is just replaying “you’re always my good boy” on a loop. He starts off with just humping various parts of your body, or rides you thigh, but he’s staring at your clothed cunt and drooling a little. Him humping against your foot/calf before he finally just shoved his head up against your cunt trying to huff your smell through the fabric of your pants and panties and whining when he can’t. You have to shove them down to mid-thigh without moving your foot at all (don’t want him to think you’re leaving or punishing him), and he’s immediately there, panting and huffing and cumming on your leg, but he still continues to hump and when he finally gives a kitten lick to your dripping pussy? He immediately cums again from the taste.

After that day, he’s further obsessed with your pussy, the smell of it, the taste of it. His favorite way to cuddle is to be on the floor with his doggy bed beneath him for his knees while you sit on the couch and both your legs are over his shoulders, so his face rest right at your clothed cunt, letting him dream as he smells his favorite smell from his favorite place <3 he steals your panties constantly, huffing them and sucking on them. You don’t need to buy him any chews, just give him your used panties <3

Of course, the whole time you’re praising him, telling him he’s never done anything wrong, that you love him and how much he loves your fat cunt, that he’s welcome to do anything at any time because he is your precious good boy, and all that jimmy jazz.

Just becoming free use to your precious puppy to make sure he knows he is allowed pleasure <3

oh anon, i love your thought and want them all the time <3 and i'm so sorry you're going through a difficult time rn, sending you love and good vibes!!

i loooove the free use aspect of this so much because that's all i want to give him. he's such a good puppy, he deserves pleasure and i'll give it to him however he wants and needs it. i do think it might confuse him at first, not really understanding this dynamic because he's the puppy which mean you're the one that's supposed to be in charge and yet here you are...letting him use your body however he wants? it's not that he doesn't trust it at first, having spent months building trust between the two of you so you could things exactly like this, it's just not what he was expecting. but those thoughts quickly leave his mind as soon as you start cooing at him and he gets a whiff of your wet cunt.

he gets whatever he wants from you because pleasure is never going to be conditional. but even with that, he's the perfect boy, never does anything wrong. he sits at your feet without any issue, let's you fuss over him and takes praise and pets perfectly, when you hand feed him food he's so gentle, licking at your fingers in apology if he happens to nip them when eating a morsel of food.

he deserves anything and everything from you. the humping is just soooo <3 i want him to be at just his basic animal instincts, being so worked up and needy and desperate he just ruts his hips against any part of your body he's closest too. and he thinks about your pussy soooo much before this point. you've spent days and days just focusing on him, letting him know he's allowed to have these feelings and wants, allowed to take what he wants from you. but he's not sure he's allowed to have your pussy.

but he's just so desperate for you, can't help but shove his face against the warm heat of your cunt. he's messy with it too, but thick tongue drooling all over, slobbering all over your folds. he whines and yips at the way your cunt pulses against his tongue and writhe against the couch.

and YES he is absolutely obsessed with your used panties. i love to imagine its something that he doesn't open up to you about at first, not sure if it's a step too far. but one day he's left alone, you needing to step out for a few hours and he takes his chance. he roots around in your dirty laundry like a naughty puppy before he finds his prize. he brings it up into bed with him, curled up in sheets that smell like you before he rubs his face in the crotch of your panties, drifting off. he's startled awake when he feels something warm and something against his back, you've arrived back home to find him bundled up in his makeshift nest. he tries to hide the panties, embarrassed and ashamed at being caught, but you reassure him that's ok, that your panties are his to take if he wants them. you tell him how good it makes you feel to know he wants your scent when he's not around. you wrap yourself around and fist his weepy puppy cock, letting him hump in your hand, cooing in his ear as he's cums thick and wet in your hand.

he's just so perfect and i neeed him <3

#feel free to always send me your puppy simon thoughts anon they truly give me life #and feel free to claim an emoji or like sign off to your messages however you're comfortable with so i can keep better track of them #but only if you want to! #gator.writing #puppy simon

[alfiely-art]

About that character inmpression, ship thingy you posted... Of course I'l ask you about Yomi (you can answer each questions for him if you want 👀👀)

Aaaand hmmm

What do you think about Yomi x Seth, Hellxander, Fake Zilch x Seth, and Yomi x Fake Zilch x Seth ?

That might be a lot in one go, so uh, take your time!

OURGHHH Yomi. Okay this is gonna be a lot but lets-a go yahoo

Alright first off, first impression of him.

His introduction was literally golden. From his and Martina's Akira reference to Yomi fake-sobbing before coldly ordering Seth to be executed. I was kicking my feet. He immediately shot to my top favorite (before being kicked down again by Yuma and Makoto) but I absolutely enjoyed what an evil little gremlin he was from the very beginning. Honestly, one of the best introductions of a villain I've ever seen.

Next, headcanons. I think he was a theatre kid in high school. I'm saying this from experience. Every theatre kid goes through a little phase where they're evil and flamboyant it comes with the title. Yomi's just went on a little too long, silly silly boy. OH and I think he has chew toys. Being evil is stressful he's gotta chew on smth or else he'll just take it out on an underling, yk?

As for complaints and praise... weeeell, I thought his takedown was a little... anti-climatic? Like on the one hand, I'm very happy for Martina to get to send him to jail. You go girl. But also, he just sorta... accepts being arrested? I wanted him to resist more. Kicking scratching and screaming, yk?? He did a little of that but not much. And I wish we'd seen him in the epilogue, maybe as a small little shot of him in jail being all pouty. As for praise, I really love how fun-to-hate he is. The game makes it very clear he's horrible and you can't really sympathize with him, but also, he's just so fun to watch. Like. What's wrong with him *twirls hair*

Favorite pairing, hmmmmmmmmmm. Initially it was Makoyomi, but rn it's a three-way tie between Makoyomi, Yomiakou, and Hellxander. These dynamics are all just... really fascinating in all honesty. I want to study them. I'm so glad this fandom enjoys toxic yaoi I think I would go insane if there wasn't a plethora of content for these weirdos.

And finally, my overall opinion. He's my wife. My evil scrunkly meow meow. I'm gonna put a collar on him and cook him a yummy dinner while he's chained to a chair. Also his English VA is amazing and did a wonderful job making Yomi iconic, I'm planning on playing Raincode again but with JP voices to compare. He's the silliest villain I've ever seen. They did a great job with his writing, I think. He just, immediately grabs you- and when you look deeper into him it's genuinely so interesting and fun.

OKAY NOW FOR SHIPS.

Yomi x Seth is definitely an interesting ship for me. I don't actively think about it but when I come across content of them, my brain goes "fuck yeah". Sadly their interactions don't give us much to go off of as much as other pairs, but it's always a joy to see.

Hellxander. My beloved. Finding Fake!Zilch in the factory and hearing him ramble about Yomi was eye opening. Kodaka did not need to have that in there but it's there and it's amazing. I wish Yomi had a line or something about Zilch, I want to know how he feels about the guy. Was it a parasocial type of thing??? Was Yomi leading him along??? Please Kodaka. Yomi DLC where we visit Kanai Ward and Yomi is doing community service and having flashbacks to his old gay lover Hitman and he cries in the rain "I hate that ugly bowl cut detective!!!!!!! Curse you Yuma the Kokohead!!!!!!!"

Fake!Zilch x Seth isn't something I've ever really thought about, but I can kinda see a dynamic there. Frail little guy x tough hitman? Yeah that's certainly a good dynamic. I just don't know if this particular case would really... grab me?

And Yomi x Fake!Zilch x Seth... yeah I think that's just torture for Seth. Which is fine I like torturing the guy. I can definitely see Yomi being like "lol that seth guy is soooo funny to torment" and zilch is like "do you want me to torment him director yomi. Anything for you director yomi" and Seth is like "can I please just do my job. Please. Please"

#answering asks #rain code #master detective archives: rain code #raincode #mdarc #textpost #raincode spoilers #yomi hellsmile

[hellfirexhoe]

Death of Me - Chapter 9: Jealousy

Chapter 9 | Series Masterlist

2.4k words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, angst, smut

a/n: I am quite literally posting this from the stirrups rn (I accidentally booked my cervical smear for posting time and scheduling posts doesn't seem to work so hi I am literally laying here bare ass on an exam table)

You lean your back on Eddie, sprawled out under a blanket on one of Steve's pool loungers as a small fire crackles nearby. Eddie wraps his arms around you and kisses the back of your neck, sighing happily. 

"Another?" Steve offers you a new can of beer and you shake your head, holding up the one in your hand, the one Eddie had chugged inside the house and then refilled with water,

"Still going with this one. Thanks." Steve nods and retreats back to his own lounger.

You snuggle into Eddie's arms, enjoying the way his warmth seeps into your body. 

"Okay I've got to ask. How did you two happen, like I saw you two glaring at each other from across the lunch room. How does that turn into bonfire snuggles under the stars?" Robin's eyes flicker between the two of you, absolutely baffled.

"They're not telling us anything. I already asked." You and Eddie nod, grinning like twin Cheshire cats,

"It's much more fun to hear your theories Steve." You nod in agreement with Eddie, 

"My personal favourite is Eddie wanting to join the cheer squad, so asking me for help and then we fell in love while I taught him how to cheer."

"It could happen!" 

"God knows I've got the legs for one of those cheer skirts." Eddie deadpans making you splutter as you take a sip from your can.

“Well there’s a mental image I’ll never forget.” Robin groans, clutching her temples, “Can we not get even a hint?”

“It’s clear they’re taking that secret with them to the grave. Or we just keep plying both of them with alcohol.” Steve gestures to the cans by his feet.

“Why are you so invested? Jealous of Eddie?” Robin smirks as Nancy directs her question to Steve. 

You know Nancy is referring to your relationship. Robin knows this. Steve knows this. Eddie, however, has been drinking for two this evening and is confused as to Nancy’s meaning.

“Ah Steve, you’ll be having your own nuggets before you know it.” You freeze, everyone freezes.

“Eddie.” You hiss. You’d both agreed to keep the pregnancy a private matter until it was impossible to hide, you’d enjoyed it being a little secret.

“What?” Robin laughs nervously, eyes flicking between you two as you glare at Eddie who is still cluelessly grinning.

“That’s not what Nancy meant.” Eddie’s gaze drops to you, now confused,

“Then why would Steve be jealous of me? Not like he doesn’t get any action.” A frown crosses his face as he tries to compute any possible reason, then his face goes blank, expressionless, realisation setting in. 

“ ‘Scuse me a minute.” Eddie shifts out from behind you and stalks back into the house, lighting a cigarette once he’s a few feet away from you.

You give him a few minutes, silence befalling the group before you stand up, wrapping the blanket from your legs around your shoulders and trail after Eddie. You call out to Eddie as you step through the sliding doors into the living room,

“Kitchen.” Comes a quiet reply. You find Eddie leaning with his back to a counter, chewing the side of his mouth, clearly annoyed.

“You okay?” Eddie raises an eyebrow at you, “Okay maybe that was a stupid question.”

Eddie exhales a short sharp laugh,

“So when were you planning on telling me you and Steve used to date?”

“Date?” You bark out in a laugh, “It was a one night thing that ended before it even started, Eddie. That’s why I didn’t see any merit in telling you about it.”

“So like us when we started fucking around?” Eddie’s tone is cold and he raises an eyebrow as he speaks,

“No. You were different. It was always different with you.”

“Right. Because you hated me. Tell me, you could have anyone, you could have a queue of Harringtons following you, that much is clear, if you weren’t pregnant with my child would you still be here?” You know it's insecurity behind his words, that doesn’t take away the sting of the implication.

“How fucking dare you ask me that? You know I would still be here.” Your shout is so loud that heads by the pool turn in your direction, gawking through the glass,

Eddie shakes his head, “I’m not trying to start a fight with you.”

“You’re doing a very good job of doing so. You’re such an idiot. Eddie, I love you. You’re sweet, most of the time, you make me feel safe and you make me laugh. That is all I could want or need.” 

Eddie’s chin drops to his chest as he stares at the floor, ashamed for having started this argument,

“It doesn’t hurt that you’re hotter than hellfire either.” You step into his space, into his eyeline, 

“Very funny.” Eddie snorts,

“I wasn’t joking.” Eddie looks up at you, looking for any hint of insincerity in your words, he finds none.

The group outside take it in turns to peek out of the corner of their eyes towards the kitchen window, trying to work out what is being said. Your shout attracts all of their attention, heads whipping in the direction of the window at breakneck speed,

“Oh he’s done for.” Steve utters, watching your hands gesticulating,

“If she grabs a knife do we intervene?” Robin half-jokes, 

“You can. I’m not about to get in between an angry pregnant woman and the target of her rage.” Steve’s head turns to Robin, looking at her like she’s truly lost her mind. 

“Are we really going to gloss over that? That Eddie Munson has a kid on the way and still acted like that in the Upside Down?” Nancy frowns, remembering how Eddie had sacrificed himself, the idea that Eddie knew he was going to be a father and still sacrificed himself like that not sitting right with her. 

“I doubt he knew. You see how he is with her, he’s been treating her like she’s made of glass the last two weeks. If he knew there’s no way he would have even gone on the run.” Steve offers up, confident in his assumption.

“Did anybody else notice him drinking her drinks?” Steve and Robin turn to Nancy, baffled.

“No?” They speak at the same time, in equally confused tones, trying to wrack their brains to remember seeing Eddie taking the cans from you. “When did he do that?” 

“They weren’t very subtle about it, he took a can into the house and came out burping and looking nauseous but the can was still miraculously full.” 

“Aww. Wait. Where did they go?” Robin points at the now empty window, Steve shrugs,

“Maybe she killed him.”

You hadn’t killed Eddie, how could you kill him when he’s planting such sweet kisses along your neck, whispering such sweet words into your ear as he presses himself against you, pushing your body into the sofa in Steve’s basement, careful to not put too much weight down on you,

“Love you so much, ‘m gonna do my best to be good enough for you.” Your head jerks away to look at him as he speaks,

“Eddie, you are more than good enough.” You stroke his face, a smile forms on yours as he pushes his face into your hand, grinning,

“Glad you think so.” Eddie’s head dips to kiss you, beginning a trail of kisses down your body, your hand that had stroked his face now tangling in his hair as his hands hook the top of your sweatpants and underwear and pull them down in tandem with every kiss on your skin, only ceasing his kisses to pull the clothes from you, and returning his lips to your skin in record speed, you shiver a little as you feel the cool metal from his rings on your inner thighs, his hands gently pushing them apart, the cool sensation never growing old, no matter how many times he does this.

It’s the same when his lips first kiss your clit, the sensation making you gasp lightly and practically vibrate with anticipation, Eddie parts his lips slightly and lets his tongue trace your soft skin, taking his time with slow circles around your clit, teasing you by slipping his middle finger barely inside you,

“Eddie, more, please, more.” The words come out high pitched and needy, and the effect on Eddie is instant, his finger dips inside you, quickly joined by another while he busies his mouth by sucking harshly on your clit, making your back lift off the sofa in an attempt to bring your body closer while Eddie’s sole focus, sole purpose of being at this very moment is your pleasure, spurring him until your hips are bucking against his face, your desperation to cum matched by his desperation to get you there. 

“F-fucking hell.” Your body starts to tremble and Eddie speeds up his fingers, curling them to perfectly hit your g-spot with every thrust, you swear you can feel him smirking as his tongue flicks over your clit as he sucks on your sensitive little button remorselessly. “Fuck I - can’t, Eddie fuck!” Expletives leave your mouth as Eddie’s relentless pace forces a tidal wave of pleasure to wash over you, Eddie’s face getting soaked in the process. Eddie rides out your orgasm with you, drawing it out by not stopping until your hands, tangled in his hair, are forcing him away, begging him for a moment’s mercy.

Eddie comes up back into your line of sight, grinning wildly as he licks your slick off his lips, hair thoroughly messed up by your hands,

“Think you can cum like that again for me?” You shake your head, giggling from your high, as you feel Eddie shimmying off his own sweatpants and boxers, nearly tripping over them in his eagerness.

“Like that? No, I’m spent. You’ll die trying to get me there.”

“A noble way to go.” Eddie whispers against your lips as he lines his throbbing head up with your still twitching entrance, “Mind if I try?” 

You nod, “Go ahead, big boy.” You both moan in matching pitch as Eddie slips himself inside, feeling the stretch as your walls adjust to Eddie’s thick cock.

“Shit. Always so fucking tight for me, huh?” Eddie gives a couple of tentative thrusts, encouraging your body to relax to accommodate him,

“Always. Just- fuck - for you.” Eddie stills as his cock enters you fully, relishing in the feeling of your still twitching walls all around him, drawing him deeper,

“Eddie. Fucking move.” You rock your hips up, grinding against him in your need for stimulation, ignoring how pathetic your voice and actions appear, relishing in satisfaction as Eddie starts to thrust once more, starting slowly and building speed the louder your moans get, 

“Eddie, harder, please.” You can feel a burning coil tightening in your stomach with every thrust, you just need a little push to get there,

“Fuck are you sure, sure it’s okay?” Eddie starts to thrust harder, deeper, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping, Eddie’s deep grunts and your own whimpers, punctuated with the occasional, needy, “Please.” that escapes your lips as Eddie’s pace pushes you closer, the burning sensation growing from your stomach, travelling to your thighs which lock around Eddie’s waist, pushing him deeper with every movement. 

The burning erupts into liquid flame coursing through your body as Eddie pushes you over the edge of your orgasm with a loud cry of his name, your body’s twitching and clenching around Eddie has him finishing seconds after you, sheathing himself deep inside and biting down on your shoulder as he finishes with a broken cry of your name.

You try to relax your legs from his waist but your body is currently disconnected from any of your control, so you stay, holding him close until you’ve regained enough of your sense to be able to move,

“Clingy, much?” Eddie teases as you release him, pulling out slowly, he doesn’t move an inch, stays pressed against you as if the tiniest amount of space between you would be unreasonable. You respond by wrapping your arms around him, 

“Call me clingy again and you’re looking at a sex ban.”

“Yeah. Right.” Eddie snorts, “Don’t know if you’ve noticed this but you are incredibly hot for me lately. Can’t say I mind.”

“Blame the hormones.”

“Blame them? More like praise them.” You laugh at the earnestness in Eddie’s tone, relaxing your arms as you feel him shift on you, wanting to get off of you, keen to avoid squashing you. “Are you okay? Need anything?”

“I’m fine sweetheart, you worry too much.” Eddie pulls you into sitting and rests you against his chest, soft cotton against your cheek,

“I worry the healthy amount.” He chides gently, stroking your face. “You happen to not only be very precious to me but also be carrying very precious cargo. Of course I worry.”

“Cargo? Did you really just call our child cargo?”

“Yeah… it sounded better in my head.”

The fire outside has died and Robin and Nancy are leaving via the garden gate, avoiding going through the house. 

“Well… Try to get some sleep, I’m sure they’ll settle down eventually.” Robin jokes awkwardly, laughing at Steve’s mortified face.

“Think I’m gonna sleep out here tonight.”

Another lie to your parents and you're spending the night in Eddie's arms again, pointedly reminding Eddie that he does have to resurface at some point and that will include seeing your parents.

For a change, you fall asleep before Eddie, who is more than content to hold you in his arms, listening to your soft breaths. Eventually you shimmy out of his arms, grumbling in your sleep as you do, you lay facing him still so Eddie shifts under the covers slightly, gently stroking your bump with a featherlight touch. You’d mentioned him doing this before, but he’d always felt kind of insecure doing it while you were watching him, even when you’d suggested putting headphones on so you couldn’t hear him. 

“H-hi.” He whispers softly, pausing to listen to your breathing, any indication that you could be waking up, satisfied that you remain asleep he clears his throat quietly, “Hi little bean.” He pauses, what the hell do you say when you’re speaking to a foetus? He doubts current news would be particularly enthralling. So he settles for a quiet promise,

“I’m going to be better than my dad was. Just for you and your mother okay? I’m going to give you both the world, I promise.”

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Wip Wednesday

Thank you for the tags today, lovelies @aroace-genderfluid-sheep and @forabeatofadrum your wips are so good ❤️

I've been a bit out of the loop for the past couple weeks, so still looking through past WIP posts I've missed, but everything rn is so good. I'm so excited to see what yall have come up with for podfest!

Right now, I'm still focused on my two wips for CORB (which starts in two weeks 😳). I admit I'm not as far along as I'd like on either fic, so I'm doing NaNoWriMo as a way to try and write as much as possible this month.

Here's a snippet of each, both Simon POV

Wip#1 (as of yet untitled, help):

“Do you believe in prophetic dreams?” I ask over a mouthful of scone.  This time, I ambush Penny during breakfast, no need to wait too long.  Her eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, I think so? Like, divination—”  “Is a whole science, as well as Oneiromancy, yeah, yeah.” Her frown deepens even more, and I push on. “But can you, like, predict the future through dreams?”  Penny chews, pensively. “It’s possible,” she finally says. “But it isn’t simple. Our dreams—”  “Can’t show us the whole truth, yeah, I know.” I pull at my hair; we’ve had this exact conversation before, haven’t we?  Penny crosses her arms. “Well, if you already know everything, then why are you asking me?”  “Forget it,” I mutter. “It’s just…”  Across the dining hall, I catch Baz looking at me, head cocked to the side. His hair is perfectly slicked back. It wasn’t like that before.  I look back at Penny. “I had a dream. About Baz.”  She rolls her eyes. “Don’t tell me about it. You know erotic dreams don’t necessarily reflect on people’s inner desire—”  “What?” I sputter. Erotic? Baz?

For wip#2, have a bit of Simon thirst:

I have no problem admitting Baz is fit as fuck; anyone with eyes can see that. Thing is, that just makes working with him even worse.  It should be a redeeming quality, but somehow Baz manages to weaponize his looks as well. He’s just better than everyone else, in every aspect, and he knows it. I can’t wait to find out all the ways he’ll rub his hotness in my face when we’re pressed up together, hanging by a strap God-knows-how-many feet above the ground.  I drag myself to the gym, already knowing he’ll be there. Silently taunting me.  He’s already up on his canes, one arm outstretched, the other one holding up the weight of his whole body. Both his legs are pointing to the right. His shirt is a light pink, almost sheer, dotted with a pattern of delicate flowers. It shows off the dark hair on his chest, and I have to make myself look away.  Most performers shave off—I don’t even need to, my body hair is just naturally sparse—but Baz never does. Maybe he thinks he’s better than the rest of us in that regard, too.  Like this, I can count all his ribs. His arse looks criminal. His movements look graceful and fucking ruthless at the same time.

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