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Sucked In. Chap 24: To New Beginnings

Summary: You wake up in the world of Stranger Things before the events of Season 4. Are you able to help in the fight against Vecna, and save the man of your dreams?

Pair: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings: sadness, swearing, sad Eddie

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The group was unsettled for the rest of the following day. Hawkins was unchanged and unphased by the horrors that should have occurred. Mike and Dustin worked on researching the Hawkins’ Lab during most of their lunch break, practically sneaking out of school to run to the public library and back again before they were even noticed to be missing.

Steve was the shock of the day; the King of the school made all heads turn. At first he approached Nancy, hugging her in a tight embrace which was nothing out of the ordinary, but then he shouted out for his second best girl, Robin. During this point in Robin’s life, long before she ever met Steve working at Scoops Ahoy, Robin was lonely and desperate for friends. People never wanted to keep her around because she would run her mouth for far longer than their ears could listen, but Steve had to make sure that didn’t occur this time. In fact, Steve was determined that his role on the social food chain would leave an impact on everyone at Hawkins High.

The whispers began early during the school day, Steve practically lifting Robin into the air as the two were excited to see each other. People could hardly believe what they were seeing, the supposed King of Hawkins high befriended one of the loners, one of the freaks. But it didn’t stop there; Eddie was beside himself all morning, he wanted to do nothing more than run off in every direction in hopes that he would find you somewhere. The younger kids had somehow convinced him that it would be better if they stayed all together, and so Eddie had to rather unethusatically force himself to walk into the school’s front doors.

He knew what was to come. The blatant ignoring, the name calling, the fights… he didn’t want to live through it again, he didn’t know if he could handle it all a second time round, it had already been painful enough the first time. To Eddie’s surprise, along with the rest of the student body, Eddie’s Hellfire table at lunch time had a few unexpected members. Before he even sat down, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve and Robin were already introducing themselves to the freshman at the table; seeing how young Gareth and the others were made him cringe and laugh at the same time. Everyone jumped slightly when Nancy screamed and ran to hug Barb, dragging her over to the table to bring her along to the new dysfunctional group.

Steve’s old friends approach them, trying to see if he had gone crazy for walking straight past them to sit with the freaks. Steve merely laughed, linking his arm around Eddie’s shoulders and replied, “Nah, I’m good here thanks.”

And thus, the social hierarchy at Hawkins’ High was never the same. By the end of the day, the Hellfire members didn’t have anyone steal their stuff, call them names or destroy their props back in the drama room. Eddie could hardly believe it; perhaps things wouldn’t be so bad.

“Mike said he found the lab still up an running; the kids called and weirdly enough the receptionist was… overly nice to them.” Nancy said.

“Still running? You don’t think– Henry wouldn’t be there right? I–I don’t think we can kill him a second time round.” Robin said, her eyes wide with anxiety and her voice low so the others didn’t hear.

Nancy shrugged, “Guess we’ll have to find out tonight.”

She went quiet for a moment, looking over to Eddie who seemed so much more frail than she remembered. His cheeks were sunken in, hair shaved down short, and didn’t have any of his signature rings on his fingers. He kept fidgeting with his patchless jean vest, tracing over the places that will eventually be decorated.

“We’ll find her, Eddie.” Nancy said softly, leaning over to hold his shoulder gently. She could tell he was holding back tears; of course he would be, it was unfair everyone would be reunited with who they lost besides him.

He nodded so softly that many people would have missed the movement all together. He remained silent and just wanted the day to end. Class after class, Eddie didn’t say a word. He didn’t cause any distractions. He just sat there, listening to the teacher and everyone around him; he could practically remember precisely what the teacher would ask, which questions he knew he’d get wrong on the test she was about to hand out….. And that’s when he remembered what El told him when they entered into the upside down.

The two of you were supposed to meat during his senior year; he just didn’t know which one. He could wait that out, surely. Even if that meant he had to fail his senior year four times over, as long as he got to see you again then it would be worth it. But it made him insecure, scared that if you didn’t remember him than you wouldn’t fall in love with him again this time. After all, you fell in love with a brave tv character, if you didn’t remember him then perhaps seeing him for the first time as a senior-year repeater would make you change your mind about him….

He shook away the thoughts, he didn’t want to live that life. To be seen as the local idiot or deadbeat; he had a chance to do better, to be better. He was certain that even if he finished his senior year, he would find you again. He’d die trying.

Tagging along back to the Wheeler house, Eddie smirked to himself when he saw that it was still perfect and pristine. Of course the Wheeler’s had the ideal life before any of the Upside down events occurred.

“Eddie!” He heard a little voice yell out to him, making him turn around to see the basement stairs.

Dustin stood there, his missing tooth and gummy smile causing for Eddie to return a smile.

“Jeus Christ kid, time is not on your side kid… I think you get worse looking.” He joked, grabbing the boy in a headlock under his arm and roughing up his head of curls. Dustin laughed, pushing Eddie off of him. He was so small, Eddie was initially afraid he had hurt him.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say Dungeon Master– can’t say your look is any better either.”

Their rough housing would have continued, until Mike cleared his throat. “Pst. Pst.” He hissed out, his eyes continually looking down to the stairs so everyone followed him, quietly.

Down in the basement, the room was definitely more child like in Eddie’s eyes. Posters and small figurines decorated the room, which made Eddie proud that the younglings under his care could go back to being children again.

“We have 20 minutes before our time slot.” Mike said, plonking on the couch to sit between Lucas and Will.

The older kids looked to each other with confused expressions, “For what?” Steve asked, folding his hands in front of his arms. “We just got here, everything is FINE, why are you four bringing up trouble again? We can’t have one second of peace can we–”

“Steve!” Robin hissed, nudging him to shut up. “Give the kid a chance to finish, my god.”

Rolling his eyes, he thought it was ironic that the comment was coming from Robin. But he raised his hands up to surrender, “Go on…”

Mike nodded, “So… the lab is still running, and when we called– it was like they were expected us to. They knew our names and said to be there by 5:20pm today.”

“I said it was a stupid idea to go, but again, no one ever listens to me!” Lucas screamed.

“I did think it was a little creepy…” Will pitched in, nervously looking up to the older kids to read their expressions.

“What– what exactly did they say?” Steve asked, his voice straining as he tried to sound calm.

Mike cleared his throat, “Hello Michael, glad to see you’re right on time. We look forward to seeing you, Mr. Henderson, Mr. Sinclair and Mr. Byers this afternoon… to which Dustin snatched the phone off me and said–”

“I said that of course we’d be there! For once we don’t have to sneak in!” Dustin said, interrupting his friend.

“Henderson– what the actual fuck. We don’t know who is even in there?!” Steve said, starting to let some of his anger out.

“I– I didn’t think that far ahead okay? What’s the harm? They seemed nice.”

Everyone groaned, besides Eddie who couldn’t help but laugh at how naive his young friend was.

“Okay, okay…. Let’s think this through. I’m sure if we bring Joyce and Hopper, everything will be fine. We’ll come too; if they have an issue with that, then we can assume that perhaps they are not as friendly as they are letting on. Anyone else have any other ideas?” Nancy said, forever the voice of reason.

No one said anything, until Eddie looked up with a spark of hope in his eyes. “Do you think– maybe she’s there too?”

It was clear to everyone that Eddie wasn’t talking about El. Nancy gave him a soft smile. “I hope she is.”

With not long until they were expected at the lab, the younger kids called Joyce and Hopper quickly. Within 10 minutes, everyone was loaded into the cars and off they went.

Driving up to the lab was an entirely new experience for them; the building looked newer, well-kept and significantly high tech than the run down building they broke into in a previous timeline. The gardens just outside were luscious and green, people dressed in all white were smiling and walking.

“This can’t be right….” Hopper said, remembering the horrors he knew the lab kept hidden.

They pulled up just outside the front doors, where someone was keeping guard. They got out of the car and walked in single file; they were all nervous, mentally ready to run at any moment. Especially when the front doors open, and Papa walked out, smiling like he was almost genuinely happy to see them.

“We were expecting you,” He said through his smile, his pure white hair slicked back and his hands in his lab coat.

“And, why’s that?” Hopper said, refusing to show any emotions in his voice.

Papa laughed, “I– I knew you’d have questions, but before we… become re-introduced, I wanted to apologise. For everything, I promise that this is a fresh start.” He said, holding out his hand to offer it as a sign of peace.

Jim Hopper was never one to forgive easily. He stood there, analysing the scientist in front of him. The only thing of concern to him at this moment was getting his daughter back.

Papa nodded to himself, putting his hand back into his pocket once he realised there was still a sense of betrayal lingering between them. “I know you remember… how I should have been, but I asure you, I am not the same man you feared. She showed me a few years back at what my actions would have caused; and I changed my focus.”

“She?” Joyce said hopefully, “El is here?”

Papa raised an eyebrow for a moment before his mouth opened in understanding, “Oh, yes.. Jane is here. Please, come in.”

He moved, twisting his body so he was no longer blocking the entrance. Joyce and Mike were the first to rush inside, everyone else followed Hopper’s careful movements.

They followed Papa down the corridors, to where he opened a door that had a small rainbow painted on it. He knocked before opening, smiling back to the large group of people who had dedicated their life to helping this little girl.

Inside the room was a nicely decorated girl’s bedroom, lots of toys and a large book collection. And there in the centre of it all, was a little girl with long brown hair. Her head shot up, a smile instantly spreading over her face as she rushed to stand.

She ran straight for them, hugging both Joyce and Mike.

“I knew you’d come! I remembered everything! I knew it.” She kept repeating, hugging them tighter.

“El.” Mike said, hugging her back.

She giggled, pulling away to see him and shook her head. She lifted her arm to pull up the sleeve from her jumper, revealing the empty patch of skin. “It’s just Jane.”

Mike laughed with her, giving her one last hug before she removed herself from their grasp. She looked past them to see Hopper, the father she dreamed about and couldn’t wait to see again.

She cried running to him. “Dad…”

She was nervous saying those words; even though she was young, she recognised that things were different. Her and the other children were no longer experimented on, but embraced and trained on how to use their powers safely. Her birth mother had still gone mentally insane from the side effects of the drugs, but when Jane was a little older than 5 years old, she had a burst of visions of what horrors were to come. Unable to understand what she was seeing, Jane pressed her hand to Papa’s cheek and showed him.

All of his research was only ever to explore the unknown, to see if the ‘What if’ scenario could be true. But seeing all the death and destruction that would follow made him vow to change his eyes. He always loved his children, and he only wanted them to be able to control themselves. Seeing how his actions in an alternative timeline did more harm than good made him be a better father to them.

And it worked, Jane and the other children were advancing both academically and in terms of their powers. Some of the older children have dedicated their time to advanced engineering and medicine; keeping their powers a secret as they worked on benefitting the greater good.

“Hey kid, hope you didn’t miss me too much.” Hopper said, brushing away her locks of brown hair from her face.

It was a beautiful moment to see, the others all took their turns welcoming the girl back into their lives. All but Eddie, who looked at Jane with tears in his eyes.

“Is– is she here too?” He asked, looking between the little girl and the scientist.

Papa shook his head, “I respected her parents’ wishes and we never brought her to the laboratory, from my understanding of what… happened, it was more Henry’s outburst for their deaths than me wanting her.”

“And what happened to him… Henry?” Nancy asked.

“Henry Creel died when he attacked his family, he excreted too much power… more than he could control, and the outcome was rather unpleasant to say the least.” Papa explained.

Jane nodded along, “The crystal made sure it didn’t happen again, it…” she trailed off, closing her eyes to try and remember, “I think it made him weaker.”

Just as everyone wanted to find out more about Henry Creel, Eddie interrupted everyone, “And where is she now? You said her parents are still alive right? So where is she?!”

Papa pressed his lips together, “I never kept tabs on them, they were free to do as they pleased–”

“No, no I know you know where she is–”

“Eddie.” Steve said, placing a hand on his friends shoulder to try and calm him down. “It’ll be fine, I promise–”

“You can’t promise shit, Steve. She could be anywhere….” He said, finally letting his emotions out. Eddie sunk to his knees, tears sliding down his face, “It’s unfair…”

Eddie was distraught, knowing that it was too good to be true. Everyone got their happy ending besides him.

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I had some time this morning and smashed this chapter out, unsure of when the next update will be but I am trying my best for you all! Miss you guys, sorry for the sadness.....

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greygullhaven · 11 months

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Solving Your Own Murder

WIP Fix-it Fic for Death in Paradise, because I refuse to accept anything other than Richard Poole living on the island he loves to hate!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47848453/chapters/120629419

#fanfic #fix-it-fic #Death in Paradise #DI Richard Poole

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lynnslight · 7 months

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Favorite NPC/A Morning Together

Part of @ladyramora 's FFXIV Prompt List Part 7

It was a rare day indeed where both Aya and Ramora were both out and about. Each of them having their own things to do. Ramora helping Luquelot with a Fashion Event that she had promised to model for and attend that she'd be at all day, and Aya performing her duties for Inari off-world. It was a rare moment in time that she would be able to spend time with her beloved knights. Ger might be retired, and Haurchefant without a post, but he deserved the peaceful life he currently found himself in.

Haurchefant's room was much smaller than the large room that had been made from Aya and Ger's, and he had recently given that pair time to themselves considering Aya's soon to be absence. The Fae Fox had wanted to monopolize Ger before leaving for the next half-moon.

Lynn did not knock, for she could hear Haurchefant snoring. The man slept soundly now each night, no worry for war, nor his post in Camp Dragonhead. Slowly she slipped inside, planning originally to cuddle up and nap after her early morning routine. Still Lynn had not even managed to close the door before it was held open by their Fire-Maned Knight. Ger held up a finger to her lips, gesturing for Lynn to remain quiet. She motioned for the dragoness to step back out in the hallway. It seemed she had something to say. So Lynn stepped out so the door could be very carefully closed.

Once closed before the knight could speak, the dragoness interrupted her thoughts by pressing a kiss to her lips. Fairly chaste, all things considered, but Ger was still adjusting to having 3 people who would do so with any given opportunity. Still, the knight was famously poker faced, even if one could notice her ears showing a shade closer to her hair color. Upon second glance, Lynn noticed the ear clasps that she had made from her shed scales. A gift that shared a bit of Lynn's senses with her partners. Ger could likely tell what Lynn had planned to do based on the feelings shared from their connection. It gave Lynn a sense of warmth and pride that the knight might wear them. Perhaps she had wished to do something with Lynn on her own, before Haurchefant woke.

The Knight and Samurai both were quite active in the morning, years of early exercise demanding they keep their bodies honed. Haurchefant too was this way, but since his return he had needed much more time to recover from his ordeals. Aya had explained that it may be several months before he was as he was before the events of the Vault. Though she had also warned that he might build habits in this time, and end up sleeping in more oft than he should.

It had been decided that he would be woken up an hour or two after sunrise if he had not already done so. After that they'd make their way around the city, the new construction adding a bit more to their path as they passed through the new residential district. Still, the two women had at least another hour before the sun would rise.

The two made their way to the practice room, it had been their haven since reuniting. A way where they could tell the lessons they had learned by crossing blades. A way for them to understand more of what the other felt, what they went through. It was healthy competition and it kept them healthy and honed in these few short moons of peace. They could feel each other's emotions through the clasps, they could see each other's movements in the Echo. Honestly it was more a ritualistic dance that ended only when they both wished it to.

After finishing their dance of swords, the two women sat for a small while, speaking of what plans they might have for the day, after all, today was time made for them to share as a group. Still, it was about time to wake their sleeping love, they had a morning walk of the city to do before their morning bath and breaking their fast.

The two make their way back to Haurchefant's room, and knock this time to announce their presence. Ger was ever proper about such things. It was only polite to enter a room after being invited after all. Even if the man in question gave them an open invitation. That was Lynn's argument anyway.

It wasn't long before a groggy voice could be heard from the other side. "Come in, Ger." It seemed no matter how many years passed, he knew her knock vs any others. What a bond. Since childhood. Something that Lynn could only still feel a bit jealous of. Though, to be fair, it was better that they had met her as adults, as Lynn now knew she was much older than they were. Even if, maturity-wise, they were similar in situation. Dragons aged very slowly compared to the other races after all.

He was still groggy, but his sleepy smile was so cute, she'd lean down to kiss him good morning too if she didn't worry about him running into her crowning horns. He had a couple scratches on his handsome face from doing so already. Seeing Lynn's face, Ger shakes her head with a small sigh. The fire-maned knight leans down and presses a kiss to the Elezen's brow. "That was for Lynn." She says, before pausing and kissing his brow again. "That one is from me, Good morning my lord."

The Ger from before would have never done something as bold as that, but spending time with Aya certainly inspired her to be more bold in her affections. The dragoness smiled as the man processed exactly what had just happened. Since his return he had nearly been living a dream life. Surrounded by those he loved, a family who actually fully cared about him. His loss having inspired new understanding in those who had once never even tried. Even his own father did not have the relationship he had wished to.

One of the first things Count Edmont, well, through his son, the now Count Artoriel had done was grant Haurchefant the Fortemps family name. It was something that they agreed should have happened long ago. Haurchefant had always held the best merits of their house, and he was more than worthy of it in deed and blood both.

Once he had shaken off the initial grog and dressed himself in his jogging attire, the three would make their way around the city in a middling pace, stopping a few times to ensure Haurchefant could rest in-between stints at certain distances. To take their determined path around the city was a distance of around ten malms. It would be longer if they went through all the lower city, but it was still a good distance for him to re-acclimate. His initial distance for running between Camp Dragonhead and Ishgard proper was nearly twice that. A march in the early morning that often took two bells or more. Still, it was proper conditioning. Their current path took about a bell and a half, so much more reasonably paced for him.

Upon their return it was time for a mutual bath, and whilst often things might turn towards lewder thoughts, this days affections were gentle. Mutual skinship. Taking great care to clean each other, washing hair, massaging their scalps, tending to Lynn’s scales. Another near bell spent on that as they spent their time leisurely, at least until their stomachs complained about needing to break their night’s long fast. At which point they would take care of dressing each other, lingering in the warmth of their mutual touch, and the light scents from the soaps of the bath.

More would come each day, but on days like this, they could simply be together, something they had always longed for, something precious that they could now share.

#lynn #my oc #rams ffxiv prompt list #full on polyamory #Lynn/Ger/Haurchefant Love #Warmth in Coerthas #Fix-it-fic

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opheliagreif · 1 year

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Jau, Fix-it-Fic. :D Musste sein. ;)

#Tatort Saarbrücken #KdE #fix-it-Fic

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yeehawpim · 8 months

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a comic about fix-it fanfics

#original comic #fanfic #fix it fic #fandom #dr who #bbc sherlock #avengers #my comic #my art #been thinking about the truly dumb amount of time I've spent reading fanfic #i started writing fix-it fic like a couple months ago and I Get It #teenage pim was a dumbass

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finleycannotdraw · 5 months

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we need all types of art in fandoms

#angst #fluff #fanfiction #ao3 #fic writers #fix its #whump #what do I tag this as💀#fandom #good omens #loki series #legend of zelda #sherlock

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ao3-crack · 6 months

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#archive of our own #ao3 stuff #ao3 quotes #archive of our own quotes #fanfic #fanfic quotes #funny #ao3 #ao3 tags #this isn’t a fix-it fic #this is the opposite of a fix-it #this is a break-it #i make it so much worse #bro star kid is so fucking good #I watched npmd and now I’m rewatching the whole hatchet field universe #and I forgot how fucking good they are

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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snow falls hot masterlist

(Y/N) Snow isn’t a Snow at all. She’s a Targaryen— Rhaegar’s child. Taken in by the Starks, she leads her life as another one of Ned’s bastards. Will she be able to live in Westeros comfortably? More importantly, does she have any ambition to see herself one day on the Iron Throne?

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bebx · 6 months

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AO3 writers when canon sucks:

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gauloiseblue · 1 month

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You always joked about how you'd find out what's beneath his mask someday. Literally and figuratively.

He'd scoff at your attempts, or suggestions to lift up his sniper mask. Some of them caught him off guard, to the point he almost did it if not for his logical mind. But some of them were downright ridiculous, that he couldn't help but snort.

Maybe you already accepted it from the start, that he would never give in, but it had become a harmless jest at this point, so you might as well keep it going.

Until he gives you permission.

The thing is, it doesn't make you happy—it scares you to death instead. He once bit off someone's finger when they poked it in the place they shouldn't have touched. So what's behind the mask couldn't be worth the pain.

At first, you thought of it as a warning. Yet he wasn't showing any signs of threat. He even pulled you closer, so you'd get a better view of him.

His mask stays on, but he lets you touch his face. Your hands hover an inch away from his veiled visage, before you test the water with a touch.

He doesn't flinch away, or charge at you like a venomous snake. He stays still, letting your hands cup his cheeks.

"Didn't you say you wanna feel my face?" He said as he brought you closer, causing a shiver down on your spine.

"I did," Your lips trembled slightly, "I'm doing it."

"You're not doing it right." He tugged your paralyzed hands onto his chest.

You're confused when he firmly grips both of your hands, before slowly sliding them under the hem of his hood.

"Inside, maus." He commanded you, "Tell me what you feel."

And so, you complied.

You reach into his mask, and touch his neck tentatively. For a brief moment, his muscles tense under your fingertips, before they come down relaxed.

"Oh." You murmured as you pressed your palm onto his nape, "You can certainly survive a fighter jet ride."

He doesn't give you any response, so you take it as a cue to continue.

Your hands creep up higher, until your fingers reach the soft bones of his ears. They seem small in your grasp, smaller than they should, for a man of his height. A quiet smile spreads in your lips, as you imagine the tiny shells that frame both sides of his face.

"I'm surprised you have clear skin." You commented when you caressed his cheek, feeling the texture of his skin, "I thought you'd have a problem with it since you always wore a mask."

"Not always." He replied, nudging you to roam further, "I took it off whenever I'm alone."

"Did you take care of it?"

"No."

"How unfair." You chuckled, "I want to have your skin."

He keeps his eyes on you, and you feel the need to clear your throat, before you trace the lines on his face.

"You have a big nose." You mused as you ran your finger down from the bridge of his nose, "It's crooked."

He hums, while his eyes follow your uncertain gaze.

"Why you stopped?" He called you out, and you jumped upon hearing them, "There's one place you haven't touched."

You bit your lips, trembling, as you lowered your hand, until you felt the soft lumps on your fingertips.

They form a thin line, before they split open, inviting your finger inside. Your breathing becomes labored, as he takes a hold on your hand, guiding your thumb into his mouth.

He doesn't break eye contact the whole time, and you're too paralyzed to look away. You feel the sharpness of his teeth as his lips are closing around your digit. You have anticipated the guillotine falling on the head of your thumb, yet what comes after is a soft brush of his tongue.

It was rough, and drenched with his saliva, that it formed a string at the time your thumb left his mouth.

"König—" You gasped when he dragged his lips down to your palm, before stopping on your wrist. Pressing his tongue on your pulse point, where the skin barrier is so thin, that it feels as if he's tasting your flesh.

"Scared, maus?" He muttered, his teeth scraped against your skin, "Are you scared of me?"

You stare at him, as your instinct screams at you to nod. But you shake your head, despite the tremble in your hands.

"Then you'll do as I say." He wraps his arm around your waist, leaving no room for you to run, "Take off my mask."

Your eyes widened, not believing what you just heard from his mouth. Alas, his glare is enough to confirm the truth.

He guides your hands to his mask, pushing it up in a manner that's close to unveiling a white cover. And once the mask is lifted, you have no time to admire him as he slams his lips against yours.

Your cry of surprise is swallowed by his mouth, as he pushes his tongue between your lips. You can't do anything but cling to him, as he presses your body down with his, until your back is flush against the cushion.

When you open your eyes, what greets you is a pair of eclipses. Gone was the cruel Colonel, as he's replaced by a voracious brute.

The moment he opens his mouth, you know you'll be devoured by him.

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quicksilversg1rl · 3 months

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HE’S INNOCENT YOUR HONOUR ྀིྀི

#slipping back into my rafe cameron phase oh em gee #i truly believe i could fix him #he just needs love #MY LOVE #rafe cameron ᰔ #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #drew starkey #drew starkey imagine

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elexuscal · 10 days

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squinting at the 'fix it fic' tag on any given story on Ao3, trying to discern if it's intended in the sense of:

I genuinely think the story had bad writing and I am taking my toolbox and improving it [and i the reader agree]

I genuinely think the story had bad writing and I am taking my toolbox and improving it [and i the reader disagree]

The story's ending was Tragic and I Respect that but also i just want to read about my faves having some kind of joy and fulfilment okay?

The story's ending was Tragic and I do Not Respect That please God Damnit Let Them Be Happy

We Are Literally Fixing The Canon With The Application of Time Travel or Reality Warping or some other Wild Plot Device

I am going to fix one obscure detail or plot element that 95% of the fandom has never thought about in their life

(because these are all extremely different vibes)

#fanfic #ao3 #also shout out to those who write fix its of their own fucked up angst fic

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fettuccin-e · 6 months

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So Good

Kinktober Day 17: Praise Kink

Tags: Miguel O'Hara x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv, fingering (r!recieving), praise kink of course, Miguel has a filthy fucking mouth, shy!reader, miguel going feral because of course he does (w/c: 1.2K)

A/N: Back on my Miguel bullshit for my Kinktober catch-up of course. I cannot help it when he is so big and broad and sexy okay??? Anyway enjoy him goin' feral for his girl for 1k words hehehe (For the month, I have been following this list from flightlessangelwings!)

He first noticed it after a mission, and cursed himself for never seeing it before.

It had been innocent, tugging you close to his side as you both walked through the portal back to HQ, whispering a “you did good out there,” into your ear. Innocent enough.

But you had practically squeaked, your eyes looking anywhere but him, nearly pulling out of his grasp. Miguel saw how your thighs clenched together at the compliment, and it takes everything in him not to take you in the hallway right then, bury his face between them.

He doesn’t. He opts for filing it away in his mind, saving the information for later, somehow knowing that it would be important.

You both hadn’t been together for very long then, still in the trial stage of this new beautiful thing between you both. He was still hesitant to kiss you then, you had still been hesitating to go to his apartment with him.

But Miguel watches, waits, and of course, gathers more information. Starts complimenting you more on missions, in the office. Tells you what good work you’ve done, how you look so pretty in the new dress he bought you. It makes you fluster nearly immediately, your gaze pinned to the floor as you smile shyly, and fuck, those gorgeous, gorgeous thighs clench together every time. Taunting him.

Finally, after months of watching, waiting, he gives in.

He’s got you spread out beneath him, practically sobbing as he fucks you deep on his thick fingers. You loosen up so easily for him, desperate for it, your slick fucking dripping around his hand. Finally, after so long waiting to tell you exactly what goes on in his mind when he has you like this, he lets himself speak aloud.

“So good, hermosa, taking me so well,” he murmurs, and watches as your eyes fly open, a strangled moan flying from your lips. He can’t help the smile that plays at his lips. “You like that baby? Like hearing how good you are, how perfect you sound when I’m playing with this gorgeous pussy?” He can fucking feel the way your cunt clenches around his fingers with his words.

“Fuck, oh my God, Miguel-” you gasp, but you can’t seem to help yourself as you grind your hips towards Miguel’s hand. He adds another finger, stretching you wide to take his cock. “You- you can’t just-”

Miguel growls, leaning forward to nip at your jaw with fanged teeth. “Oh baby, of course I can. I can tell you how fucking good this pussy feels around my fingers, how it’s going to feel even better around my cock. This little cunt gets so wet for me, doesn’t she?” You whine wordlessly, and Miguel grinds the calloused pads of his fingers into that sweet spot that makes you fucking scream for him. “Answer me,” he snarls.

“Yes! Yes, ‘m so fucking wet, need you to fuck me so bad, Miguel,” you cry, humping your hips desperately into his hand, chasing your orgasm.

“Come on, sweetheart, soak my fucking hand,” he says, deep and dark, his eyes trained on the way your entrance leaks around his fingers. He reaches a thumb up to rub hard circles into your clit, and chuckles darkly when you let out a shaky moan with your orgasm, clenching around his thick fingers and somehow getting even wetter.

“So fucking pretty when you cum for me,” he mumbles, and your eyelids flutter shut, trying to breathe through the aftershocks.

Miguel pulls his hand out of your gaping entrance, bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking your slick off his fingers. “Tastes so good, baby,” he murmurs, and you whine softly under your breath, completely at a loss for words.

Leaning down, he licks into your mouth, giving you a taste of yourself as he notches the thick, leaking head of his cock to your entrance, pushing in, in, in.

Like every time you take him, it’s so much, and you gasp into his mouth as his cock reaches so deep inside, spreading you wide enough that you fear you’ll break.

“I know, amorcita, I know, it’s so much, isn’t it?” he whispers against your lips as he pushes in to the hilt. "You’re taking it so well for me though, baby, so fucking good for me.”

He can’t help the groan that wrenches its way out of his throat when you clench around him like a vice, moaning high in the back of your throat. His hips move of their own accord, pulling slowly out of you before he shoves himself back in, and it feels like he reaches even deeper.

“God, Miguel-” you moan, “it feels so good, you feel so big.” And Miguel’s vision blurs at the edges, his eyes tingeing red at your words.

He loses himself to it, the way your cunt squeezes him every time he pushes inside, hot and tight and fucking maddening. You claw at his shoulders every time he presses deep, grinding the tip of his cock into your cunt while overwhelming pleasure sparks up your spine.

He wraps his strong arms around the small of your back, tugging you up into a nearly impossible arch as he fucks into you like a goddamn animal, your head pressed back into the pillows. “So fucking perfect,” he snarls, and God, he’s not even talking to you anymore. His eyes are unfocused, wild, unable to focus on your face or the sight of your swollen pussy as you take him over and over and over. But he doesn’t stop talking.

“Fucking perfect, beautiful girl, taking my cock so goddamn well. My fucking girl, so good to me with her perfect pussy, feels so good, Dios, necesito este cuerpo constantemente, mi nena, mierda-”

Your head swims, blood pounding in your ears as he takes and takes and takes. You feel tears fall down your cheeks, choked moans forcing their way from your lungs.

Your orgasm rips through you without warning, without buildup, your body just locking up and electrified like a livewire as you soak his cock, his thighs.

“Good girl,” he rasps. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

“Shit- Miguel-” you keen, but he only shushes you, nearly hissing through his fangs, as he pushes as deep as he can into your body, pumping you full as his cock pulses inside of you. It’s fucking everything, pure bliss, and you both tremble through it together. He lowers your hips slowly back down to the bed, keeping himself buried deep inside while you quake through the aftershocks.

Time passes, but you can’t tell how fast it does. Only that you try to match your breathing together, Miguel wiping the tears off your cheeks. “Fucking perfect,” he whispers, but you’re too fucked out to respond.

He pulls out slowly, rolling you to your side, and plastering himself to your back. You can hear the way he breathes you in, and you settle into his warm body.

“Got a thing for compliments, baby?” he murmurs into your hair.

“You ass, I was trying to be subtle about that,” you admonish, but you can’t help the way you smile.

“Can’t hide anything from me, sweetheart,” he chuckles, his chest rumbling against your back. You tilt your head to the side, and Miguel leans to meet you in a kiss.

“I’ve still got my secrets, O’Hara,” you mutter against his lips, and Miguel grins.

“If you say so, baby.”

#oh miguel with your tortured soul and big dick #let me fix you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 smut #across the spiderverse fic #across the spiderverse smut

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