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221bshrlocked · 1 year

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interesting indeed

Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader

Words: 8901

Warnings: Tech wearing jeans. Female Masturbation. Tech watching reader masturbate so throw in a dash of accidental voyeurism. Consensual foreplay. Slightly rough manhandling, just like a little bit. Thigh riding because jeans! Dirty talk...or how I think Tech would sound if he were to talk you through riding him. Fingering. Squirting.

A/N: Not going to lie, this is a surprise even to me. Never thought I'd write for this cute nerd but I can't get over the fact that he's wearing jeans now so here you go. Also, this is totally in reference to this post because I wholeheartedly believe this is going to be a thing...if it isn't already. If Tech's character/vernacular doesn't seem right, do let me know how I can improve. Please and thank you.

No one was commenting on it, not that they should of course. They were all adapting to sudden and quite terrifying changes, and this was not on the list of important things that should be talked about. If none of them discussed the change of color in their armors, which was probably one of the last things still connecting them to Crosshair, this was definitely not going to make it to the evening chat. But it was still strange though, and you weren’t sure how to handle it.

It occurred to you after several rotations of simply being incapable of thinking of anything else why you were so hung up on it. On him.

He looked good, really good. You always found him attractive, more so than the others if you were being honest. But now that he was out of the confines of his armor and those rather tight blacks beneath the heavy protective gear, you couldn’t help yourself, groaning and swearing beneath your breath any time he so much as walked past you to fix something or discuss the mission details, again, with Hunter. His form was still hidden from your eyes, with parts of the armor still covering his torso from your hungry gaze, but you could see him clearly now, at least his lower half.

Sith hells, his thighs were more muscular than you thought, and each time he stretched to fix a part of the ship out of reach, or even shifted in his seat, the holsters wrapped tightly around his thighs would tug against the fabric of his jeans and show you just how meaty and thick they are.

Fuck, the jeans. That’s how you got into this current predicament. The day Tech started wearing those karking jeans was the day you cursed and thanked the maker for allowing such an invention to take place. He was tall, and you were always aware of how much shorter you were than him whenever he stood beside you or leaned down to show you whatever it was he wanted you to see on his holopad. You were so used to the plastoid armor that when you saw him walking out of his private room—eyes staring into the datapad, and hands clicking away as if he wasn’t wearing the most revealing fucking pair of pants to exist—you choked on your breath and had to walk away to avoid suspicion. Gods above, he somehow looked taller in those jeans than in his armor, and the knowledge that his slender form would now be available to your eyes all day every day made you sigh in irritation. It was already so difficult to attend to the tasks him and Echo handed you, and this just made it worse. So much worse. Then there was the matter of Echo and Hunter already teasing you about your little crush that everyone was aware of except him. It was enough as is, so you didn’t need to give them more ammo to use against you whenever he was around, even though he was oblivious to your longing gazes, and their irritating remarks.

Almost on queue, the man walks past you and leans over the bar to grab a drink for himself. Your eyes roam down his tall, slender yet muscular form, stopping to appreciate how perfectly the jeans fit around his ass. You shake your head at the sight of him. It was so unfair for him to look this delicious in such a simple article of clothing. Did his butt always look so round and plump? Or were the jeans giving him all those “assets”? So far gone in your inappropriate thoughts, you don’t notice Hunter pulling up a seat next to you and leaning a little forward to follow your line of sight until he speaks.

“Stare any harder and he might actually notice you checking him out this time.”

The rough sound of Hunter’s voice snaps you out of your haze and you flinch rather dramatically when the comment comes off louder than you’d like it to be, spilling half of your drink all over yourself and groaning in irritation when Hunter laughs at your obvious distress. You stand up and swipe across your shirt, only to run right into Tech as soon as you turn around to walk away from Hunter, in turn spilling both of your drinks over Tech’s armor and jeans. He hisses when the cold liquid runs down his clothes and you apologize profusely, grabbing both bottles and setting them down before looking for anything to hand him so he can dry himself.

You see Hunter from your periphery reaching out with something for you to take, and you narrow your eyes at him in warning as you snatch the towel from his hand and immediately pat down the sticky liquid on Tech’s armor.

“Did you know it takes approximately 12 hours for the smell of spotchka to come off of plastoid? Unfortunately, the same cannot be said regarding the stains, which I believe will take much longer to be removed.” You sigh in relief as soon as Tech does the usual and goes on with whatever knowledge he knows about the predicament at hand. When you glance at Hunter though, you find him smirking at you, and you hate the eyebrow he raises at you as he sips from his drink and watches your flustered reaction.

“I’m so sorry Tech, I was so distracted and- kriff,” you wipe at the chest armor to the best of your abilities, incapable of looking up at Tech out of fear of his reaction, or worse, your own. He swipes at the datapad several times, and you find it cute that he cares more about the technology on him than his attire, which he clearly stated would take a long time to thoroughly clean.

“It is in your best interest to constantly be aware of your surroundings, Y/N, regardless of distractions. Having said that, what could possibly be distracting here? Wrecker and Omega are quiet, which is rather alarming now that I think of it. Echo is reading, and Hunter is,” he stops checking the holopad and looks up at Hunter, roaming his eyes across his brother’s presence before returning his attention to the task at hand again, “well, he’s doing nothing.”

“I- I was just thinking that…umm,” you trip over your words, unsure of how you were supposed to respond. When he doesn’t bother to ask you to finish your response, you shake your head and continue wiping his armor.

“Funny you should mention your armor, Tech. She was just thinking about it.” Hunter says from behind you, making you turn around quickly and pout at him. He chuckles at your response, again, shrugging his shoulders at you when you mouth a few swears at him as you fiddle with the towel in your hand.

“Whyever would you be thinking of my armor?” The question catches you off guard, and you look at Tech with wide eyes, parting your lips to try and offer him some reply that would get him to ignore you again. Before you do, however, Hunter beats you to it and provides another, equally-irritating, suggestion towards Tech, one that instantly sends your heart rate through the roof and makes you wish you were in the comfort of your bed.

“Perhaps the lack thereof?” This time, you don’t bother looking at Hunter, knowing that he would only make things worse if you begged him to shut up again.

“We are not currently on a mission; naturally, there is no purpose for the remainder of the armor. However, now that we are no longer required to wear it all, I find myself more aware of the constraints it offered than before.” Tech gestures with his hand as he looks down at his form and presumably thinks of the several parts he was not currently wearing. You, on the other hand, can’t focus on anything, choosing to ignore everything he said except the word ‘constraints.’

“C-constraints?” You didn’t need to think of any type of constraints with relation to Tech, you really didn’t. But your mind decides to go off the rails, as it normally does whenever Tech is involved, and think of every naughty action the man can do to your body if he were to put you in constraints. Kriff, you would truly let him do anything he wanted with you, and you wouldn’t complain for a moment. You’d thank him for his attention, ask him what else he wanted to inflict upon you, and then beg him to put you out of your misery and do it already.

Tech’s response doesn’t come immediately, and when you finally make eye contact with him, you find him staring intently at you, eyes shifting from your tense jaws to your tight neck to the rise and fall of your chest as your breathing increases by the second. You turn away from him, fidgeting with the towel for another moment before getting on your knees to get the lower part of the armor on his chest. As you continue to clean the plastoid on his body, you can’t help but let your gaze roam a little lower, but you get back to focusing on the armor again, unsure of what you would do if Tech were to notice you openly ogling his crotch.

“Yes, there are several aspects of the Republic armor that hindered our movement. For example, it was difficult to remain seated for long periods of time. The plastoid dug into all the muscles of the body, thus making us more fatigued. Shoulder rotation was hindered at times due to the solidity of the back pieces, which, while advantageous during battle, were not useful on planets with more bodies of water, which required us to swim. Undoubtedly, the most unfortunate part of the armor was the codpiece. It made it near impossible for-” you were doing your best to focus on his ramblings, knowing that it would distract you from letting your mind run away with thoughts of touching him under more intimate circumstances. But as soon as he mentioned the codpiece, your brain went haywire and you started rubbing the damp spots on his inner thighs. Perhaps a part of you was aware of what you were doing, but you weren’t in-tune with the little bit of coherence still left in your neurons, already conjuring up the filthiest images involving yourself and the man above you.

“Kriff,” he swears beneath his breath, instantly looking away from Hunter to your kneeling body as you begin to touch closer to where the blood was rushing down his form.

“That will not be necessary, Y/N. I can- ahh,” he tries to stop you, he really does, but before he can reach out to your shoulders and grab your attention, your hand ascends up his thighs and makes a rather harsh pass across his crotch and the very visible tent in his jeans. Time stands still as soon as the sound of Tech’s moan hits your ears, and you widen your eyes in horror at what you’ve just done to him, in public, in front of his brother. You look up and notice a blush forming on his cheeks and neck, and you bite into your cheek when you see his hands shaking slightly while his chest expands rapidly with each short, harsh breath he takes.

“Oh maker, I- I didn’t mean to…I was paying attention and- I have to go.” You throw the towel on the table and run out of Cid’s parlor, ignoring Tech as he calls your name along with what you were sure were Mando’a curses.

“Mesh’la wait!” Tech takes two steps towards you before he notices that you won’t listen to him, and he throws his head down in defeat as he makes his way back to Hunter, who is now joined by Echo.

“Well that’s new,” Hunter comments, glancing at Echo with a grin on his face as he watches his brother fix his goggles and take the towel you were just holding.

“It was a slip of the tongue, I-” He knows neither of his brothers will buy the excuse, he doesn’t if he were being honest with himself, but he wants to avoid whatever conversation he was sure was about to commence.

“Hmm, sure it was. Bet you want to slip that tongue somewhere else.” Echo says, and if it weren’t for the fact that Tech was now thinking of every single twitch of your body language as you cleaned him up, he would have maybe decked him and walked away. But he was in no mood to fight, let alone argue with his brother.

“Grow up, Echo. This is hardly the time to be crass.” He looks up at the two men in front of him, only to drop the irritated expression when he notices them staring at him with disbelief and annoyance in their eyes.

“What?” He asks, grabbing the datapad from the table and shoving it back into his belt.

“Go after her you di’kut.” Echo growls, shaking his head as soon as Tech frowns at him and begins to tell him why he shouldn’t.

“She is clearly in distress, and I highly doubt the awkwardness of this moment will-”

“For kriff’s sake, Tech. Go. To. Her.” Hunter interrupts him before he can say anything else, and when Tech realizes that neither of them were planning on letting this go any time soon, he looks to the floor and shakes his head, grudgingly listening to them and heading out of the parlor.

“Fine.”

He almost reaches for the holopad as he walks to your place, but he stops himself before he turns it on, knowing that there was nothing on there that might help the situation now. He thinks back to what happened moments ago, recalling your reaction to the proximity between the both of you as well as Hunter’s responses. There was something missing in the whole ordeal, and if Tech didn’t know better, he’d think there was a meaning behind everything that was said. It’s moments like these that Tech understood he would have to read in between the lines, a task that he didn’t prefer attempting and was frankly not interested in. If you were dealing with a personal problem, one that you would rather share with Hunter than him, then Tech would respect that. Granted it made him uncomfortable, or perhaps annoyed was the right word here, but he wouldn’t dream of forcing you to tell him.

But maker if he wasn’t still interested in your behavior. There was a clear shift in your body language when he walked over to your table, little gestures that changed rapidly when you began cleaning his armor and as soon as Hunter shared his thoughts on your reasons behind being distracted.

Tech halts in his steps when he looks up and sees that he’s reached your place. He stares at the open windows and feels relieved when he sees that the lights are still on. Heading up the stairwell, he thinks over what he should say when you open the door. Should he mention the reason behind you leaving, or should he apologize for becoming erect when you were only trying to help? Should he tell you that he wasn’t bothered by your touch or should he explain why he was aroused to begin with? The last thought makes him stop in his tracks, and he meditates for a long while on why such an option would come forward in his mind to begin with.

“Hmm, that is rather interesting.” Tech comments out loud before he continues his ascent to your place, and once he reaches the door to your apartment, he knocks on it and waits for you to answer it. When you don’t make an appearance, he knocks once again, his nerves beginning to get to him. As the silence of the night fills the stairwell, Tech decides to push in the combination to your door, only to find that you had left it unlocked upon your arrival.

That is strange, you were always so careful on the Marauder. Surely you would be as careful when it came to your own home?

He walks in slowly and takes a quick look across the empty space, finding you nowhere in sight. Before he takes another step further, he hears the faint sound of your voice emitting from your room, whimpering and groaning as you cursed beneath your breath.

“Oh fuck…fuck, ahhh-”

Tech is on high alert instantly, and he takes his blaster out without thinking twice, slowly approaching your room as quietly as he can so he doesn’t alert the intruder clearly present in your bedroom.

“Please…just, I can’t. I- need to…”

He hears you again, but this time, you’re almost sobbing quietly, your voice muffled by an object being held to your mouth. Perhaps the intruder was asking about him and his brothers, or maybe, just maybe, you had managed to get yourself caught up with the wrong people. His heart is beating loudly against his chest, and he fears whatever might happen if he were to barge in there right this moment to try and save you.

“F-fuck…ah fuck, that’s- hmmm, please…so close.”

Taking the last few steps to your room, Tech inhales deeply, preparing himself for whatever may happen before looking through the slightly ajar door.

And then he stops breathing altogether.

There was no intruder in your room, there wasn’t anyone as a matter of fact. You were the only one in there, and from the looks of it, you were not struggling at all, but rather, enjoying the privacy of the moment.

Well, the privacy that was taken away from you now that he stood still at your doorway, incapable of turning away from the beautiful sight of your naked body as you touched yourself, face contorting between pain and pleasure the harder and faster you shoved your small fingers into your-

“Please, Tech…I need you. I need you so badly, just- oh maker, keep going…right there.”

If Tech wasn’t absolutely sure that your eyes were closed, that you were unaware of his presence, he would have thought you were asking him to join you. But you were both too far gone in ecstasy, with your eyes shut tightly the quicker your ministrations became, and completely ignorant to the standing figure at your doorway, with your face shoved into your pillows as you rolled your hips into your hand.

“That is interesting indeed.”

Never in his life did he ever speak without intending to. Granted, he often spoke when he didn’t have to, definitely when his opinion wasn’t sought out, but he never accidentally blurted out anything. So, when you scream at the top of your lungs and drag the covers across your skin, Tech flinches and nearly slams his head against the bedroom door.

He quickly pushes the blaster back into the holster on his belt before fixing his goggles, and for the first time since he can remember, he doesn’t know what to do.

“Tech what- what the fuck are you doing here?” He glances at you briefly and as much as he hates to admit it, the sight of your heaving chest and your damp skin shoots all blood flow in his system downwards. He was sporting a semi when you were wiping him, but after the show he just witnessed, he doesn’t bother looking down to know if his hardness is visible. He knows it is, and when he notices you looking down, he groans to himself and immediately places his hands in front of him to hide his erection.

“I- Hunter and Echo told me to find you.” An apology would be better, that Tech is sure of, but his mind is suddenly filled with the image of your desperate limbs and shaking muscles as you searched for release. And maker in heaven, he could not get the sight of you out of his mind’s eye, at all.

“What?”

“When you left, they suggested I come and find you. Technically, they swore at me and told me to speak with you. So…here I am.” Tech clears his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as you continue to glare at him.

“Tech, I cannot stress this enough but what the actual fuck?” Your voice is growing in pitch, albeit a little hoarse from how harsh you were breathing moments ago, and Tech forgoes the apology and decides to ask you the obvious question.

“Is there something wrong with your hearing, Y/N? I will happily look into that for you, or perhaps-”

Well, what he thought was the obvious question in this case.

“Nothing is wrong with my hearing, genius. My question isn’t so you can repeat to me how your brothers fucking forced you into coming here when you didn’t want to. I’m asking about why you were standing there without announcing yourself…watching me while I- umm,” the rest of the sentence trails off, and Tech tilts his head to the side when your sudden outburst turns into nothing but an embarrassed shift of your fiery gaze away from him and towards your fingers.

You’re angry, that’s obvious enough for Tech to see. But he doesn’t understand what exactly is the source of your anger. Is it your misunderstanding that he didn’t want to seek you out, or that he was probably asking about something irrelevant to the situation at hand, or maybe it was because he was watching you without your consent? He sets all of that aside when you trip over your words and refuse to say what you were clearly doing.

“Matsturbate?” He finishes the rest of your thought for you, and frowns instantly when you yell at him again.

“YES!!”

“It is nothing to be ashamed of, Y/N. It is completely natural to seek release when under an extraneous amount of stress. As a matter of fact, the numerous endorphins secreted within the brain and the central nervous system upon climax tend to-”

“Oh my sweet god Tech, please…please, just stop.” The exhausted tone of your voice snaps him out of his haze, and he quiets down when he looks up and sees you rubbing your forehead a little harder than you should. Kriff, he really doesn’t know what to say right now, and as the silence grows between the two of you, it occurs to Tech that maybe he should cross the bridge of awkwardness himself and coax you out of our shell.

“I am confused. Not a moment ago, you were asking me to “keep going,” but now, you are requesting I stop?” It must be the right thing to say because that seems to get your attention rather quickly. Your eyes shoot to him not a second later, and Tech watches as understanding dawns on you, followed closely by shame, guilt, and embarrassment. Hmm, maybe this was the wrong thing to say then.

“You…how long have you been standing there?”

“Not too long, but I did hear my name once, hence the outburst that, I presume, led to your discomfort.” You say nothing, and Tech refuses to break eye contact with you, wanting to see how your body and facial expressions react to his words.

“I thought you had seen me, but your eyes were shut, making you completely oblivious to my presence. I- I was wondering, outloud as you know, why you could possibly call for me while you were masturbating but I-” His inner monologue is on his lips, the only way Tech knows how to process information that is shocking to him. He doesn’t mean to make you wince or shudder the longer he goes on, but as he stares at you now, with your naked thighs clenching tightly, and your lower lip pouting rather attractively to him, it finally hits him.

There was only one meaning behind your actions. And the shift in your body language earlier in the parlor. And all those times you thought he didn’t hear you groan as he walked by you or whispered something to yourself when he leaned down to fix something.

Oh.

“You were fantasizing about me.” It’s not a question, more of a comment really, a very crude, straightforward, conclusive comment. The thought of being the one to bring out such a need from you makes him twitch in his pants, and he tilts his head to the side again as he roams his eyes across whatever skin available for him to see, watching as you throw your head down and hide behind your palms.

“Ugh, fuck me.” You breathe out into the night air, shaking your head at the absurdity of this whole ordeal.

“I cannot see how that could help the predicament we find ourselves in. But…if you believe that is the solution to our problem, I will oblige, rather enthusiastically as a matter of fact.” The response comes instantly, making you look up with wide eyes at the man currently standing at your door.

“W-what?” You can’t help but ask, wanting to be sure that you heard him right, that this wasn’t another one of your fantasies where he breaks through the door and fucks you into kingdom come.

“Honestly, Y/N, there must be something wrong with your hearing if-”

“Tech.” You say his name once, urging him to stop for a moment and try to read your reaction to his words.

“I am not too sure what you are asking about at the moment. Are you asking me to repeat myself or explain my words?” He takes two steps closer to you, hands still covering his crotch from your sight out of fear of you misunderstanding him, or worse, making you feel even more uncomfortable.

“Explain please.” You request rather shyly, and if Tech wasn’t preoccupied with finding the right words to respond to you, he would comment on how beautiful and erotic the sound of your voice was to him right now.

“You just asked me to “fuck you,” rather vulgar if I may say so myself-”

“It was a form of expression…I- I didn’t ask you to…you know.”

“Semantics…regardless of how you intended those words, I said that I am unsure as to how that could help. However, seeing as you have yet to reach climax, the fault of which is mine, and I am more-than-willing to offer you my aid, I would happily follow your advice and do whatever it is you think would resolve our predicament.” He says matter-of-factly, and with each word he throws at you, you feel yourself growing wetter. His response is too technical to your liking, but something about the way he phrases those words, and how adamant he is on not minding one bit sleeping with you, makes you suddenly experience a similar sense of desperation to what you always feel whenever he’s around.

“Assuming you forgive my untimely and inappropriate intrusion… and consent, of course.” He adds as he takes another step and looks around the room briefly before returning his focus on you again.

“And you do?”

“Of course I do.” He furrows his eyebrows at you, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he is close to calling you an idiot for asking such a question. It’s only a second later that you begin to understand why he’s behaving this way, or rather, answering you with such a direct response.

“Why?” You ask, wanting to make sure that he was saying what you think he was.

“Why do I consent to having sexual intercourse with you?” Tech asks, and you hate his need to repeat whatever question is asked of him, but you quickly remember that this situation was probably new to him, and his mind was returning to what is comfortable for him so he can process it thoroughly, and without misunderstanding.

“Yes.”

“Is it not obvious?”

“N-no. It isn’t.” You take a deep breath, reminding yourself that it was your return to meet him half-way.

“I am attracted to you, have been since we first met. You are exceptional in what you do, quite intelligent for a regular human…and y-you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon.” His confession steals your breath away, and you stare at him in disbelief when your brain finally catches up with what he just revealed to you.

You want to say so much to him. You want to thank the maker for his blunt demeanor because he finally put you out of your misery. You want to jump and scream at finally knowing what he thinks of you. You want to ask him why he’s never made a move on you since he’s shared your level of attraction for perhaps as long as you have. But none of those wants make it to the surface, and you swallow the lump in your throat when you finally decide how you want to break the silence washing over you.

“Fuck me.”

“Is- is that a form of expression, or are you asking me to have sexual intercourse with you?” You’ve never heard him trip over his words this many times in one conversation before, let alone sound so reluctant when asking such a simple question. The thought of being the one who makes him nervous enough to stumble over such a simple question lights a deep heat in the pit of your stomach, and you don’t think over what you’re about to do, knowing you might backtrack quickly if the reality of your words and body language sets in.

Taking in a deep breath, you drop the covers from around your body and kick them aside, revealing your nudity to Tech in hopes of driving your message across without yet another misunderstanding.

“I am asking you to fuck me, Tech. Fuck me until I lose my voice. Fuck me until the only thing I can remember is your name. Fuck me until I can’t feel my legs from how hard you slam your thick cock into me. Fuck me until I feel you for days. Fuck me…until you cum so deep inside me that I feel you leaking out of me…and then fuck me some more.” You slowly get on your knees as you speak, lightly trailing your fingers across your breasts and down to your aching cunt, unable to hold back from smiling when you notice the blush adorning Tech’s cheeks move down to his neck. His hands are shaking lightly, and you crawl to the end of the bed without breaking his gaze, wanting him to see the depth of your hunger for him.

“I see,” you thought he’d say more, but it makes sense that he isn’t inclined to be more talkative now. You wait for him to take the lead, not wanting him to feel the need to please you at his own expense. When he takes those last few steps towards you, you can’t help but lean forward into his space, wanting to feel overwhelmed by the heat of his body and the natural musk of his scent. Tech finally removes his hands from his crotch, but you don’t look down immediately, afraid he’d be embarrassed by your shamelessness.

He stretches out his hand but stops midair, and you blink at him expectantly, unsure of why he wasn’t already touching you.

“Mesh’la, may I touch you?” His voice is softer, and you make a mental note to ask him later what that word meant. You’ve heard it from him when you were making your escape, thinking that he was swearing at you, but as he whispers it to you now, with his eyes silently begging you to allow him to be near you, and his hands fidgeting and itching to extend a little further to trail across your damp skin, you realize it might mean something completely different.

“Yes, please.”

As soon as he registers your response, he reaches out and cups your neck with one hand, slowly slithering his other arm around your waist and tugging you into his chest until there was no space in between the two of you. The cold of his plastoid makes you shiver, but you can’t find it in yourself to care, sighing his name with a whisper as he extends his fingers and rubs your lower lip with his thumb.

“You are a marvelous creature,” Tech coos into your ear, teasing you with soft kisses across your heated cheeks, until he reaches the corner of your mouth, “and it would be my absolute pleasure to, as you put it so eloquently, fuck you until you lose your voice.” You nearly throw your head back but Tech grasps your chin and tilts it back to his mouth, looking one last time at the ecstasy etched on your features before sealing the night with the most breathtaking kiss.

You’ve thought of this moment for so long, wondered how his lips would taste and feel against your own. You imagined him to be reluctant, unsure of what to do due to his lack of experience. But as Tech leans over you, once again reminding you of how much taller he is, you can’t really picture the kiss being different. He’s dominant, more so than you thought he’d be, swiping his fingers against the corner of your mouth until you part your lips for him. But he’s also gentle, a bit playful even, as he slips his tongue inside your mouth and gives you a taste of what you’ve begged him for.

You melt against him, fisting your hands into the fabric of his shirt as he deepens the kiss and takes control of your body. It must please him, the way you cling onto him for dear life as he continues to steal your breath away, because he groans deeply into the kiss and dips his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck. You can’t help the pornographic moan that fills the space between you as soon as you feel him tug harshly on your hair, and you shut your eyes to enjoy the moment as Tech hums with satisfaction, immediately attacking your neck in hopes of ensuring he has your undivided attention.

“Ah Tech-” You moan as he spreads his hand across your lower back before digging his fingers into your skin.

“Tell me mesh’la, what were you thinking of when I rudely interrupted you?” You can hear the smirk in his question, and although you wish you can find the smugness irritating, you shiver at the tone of his voice and the touch of his hands as they grow more desperate and rough by the minute.

“I w-was thinking of…of you.” You barely manage to say, vaguely feeling one of your arms release from underneath his hold. You stretch your arm down and grasp onto the edge of his jeans, gasping lightly as he rolls his hips against your inner thighs and gives you a taste of what you’ve been craving ever since you laid eyes on him.

“I am well aware of that, sweet one. I want you to tell me the images your filthy mind conjured up as you touched yourself…with details if you please.” He pronounces the last word with a nip to your shoulder, making you shudder in response and try to grab onto his shoulder again so you don’t fall backwards.

“I pictured y-you coming after me…after I left the cantina, and- ah ffuck-” You scream out as soon as he lowers his hand and squeezes your ass once before holding onto your waist again.

“Focus.” He warns with a light pull to your hair, and you open your eyes for a moment to look down at him, almost sobbing when you see how far dilated his pupils are as he trails kisses and nips down your chest. Tech narrows his eyes at you, not caring for how overwhelming he might be making you feel as he wraps his lips around one nipple and sucks harshly on it.

“And pulling me into the alley, and- fuck please, I need to-”

“Do go on.” He orders again, this time with a little less patience in his tone. You want to know what he might do to you if you disobey him, but you figured he’d most likely wish to discuss your limits, and his own, before diving into that sort of relationship.

“I’m sorry…I- I imagined you slamming me against the wall, and pushing one of your thighs in between my legs, so I can- so you would…” You should have known he would fixate on parts of your body when he recognizes how sensitive you are, but you never imagined him to be so consistent in his handling of you. But here he was, promising you indescribable pleasure while holding off from actually pushing you over the edge.

“Hmm, I thought I noticed that earlier.” Tech raises his eyes to look at you, waiting until you meet his gaze before licking a stripe across your sternum. You try to grab his hair but he quickly grips your wrist tightly, twisting it slowly so he doesn’t hurt you as he brings it behind your back. He holds you against him then, expertly moving your body as he pleases so he can mark your skin with his lips.

“Please…I’m so- kriff, I need you. You don’t have to…”

“As gratifying as it is to know you do not require me to prepare you any further, I will have to disappoint.” There’s something about hearing him string a proper coherent sentence that drives you mad with lust, and you hate how easy it is for him to make a complete mess of you. But you say nothing, wanting to give yourself to the sensations he was bringing upon your body.

Then he lets go of you all of a sudden and steps away, leaving you dazed and confused as to why he stopped touching you and pulled from your body.

“Tech?”

“You must know by now that I seldom leave a job unfinished.” He claims matter-of-factly, fixing his goggles once before moving around your bed and standing near your pillow. He looks down at the state of your covers, then turns his attention to your damp, heaving chest as you try to gasp for air. Your confusion makes him twitch in his jeans, and he doesn’t bother to hide the shameless way he roams his gaze down your stomach to your wet folds. He stares at your thighs for longer than deemed appropriate, and hisses to himself as he fixes himself through the tight fabric of the jeans. You groan at the sight of him, gulping nervously when he leans down and removes his shoes, setting them aside neatly before doing the same with the heavy bag across his back.

You watch in silence, not knowing what you should say in return. You don’t really understand what he meant by those words, and before you can ask him why he was stretching this out longer than necessary, he moves across your bed and moves all the pillows aside, perching himself up against the headboard of the bed and stretching his legs out until they almost touch your thighs.

Tech doesn’t say anything else, and when you continue to remain immobile and silent, he raises a curious eyebrow at you before tapping his thighs twice.

“Well, would you rather stare at me all night long or come and take your pleasure from me?”

His question snaps you back to reality and you look down at his thighs when you notice his fingers tap quickly across his jeans, the mere sight of his impatience forcing you to move towards him.

“Come on, little one. The night is filled with hidden pleasures, ones desperate to be revealed.” You’re certain you’ve never heard his voice sound so lewd and inviting before, and as you crawl to him again, you can’t help but maintain your gaze on his legs, breath hitching suddenly when he parts his thighs to make space for you in between them. As you settle yourself against him, Tech reaches for your hips and pulls you against his chest.

“And here I thought the mere sight of me offering you what you desire would make you less shy.” He comments passively as you continue to keep your hands to yourself, something that clearly bothers him because within the blink of an eye, he’s putting your arms on his shoulders before slipping his hands down to take hold of your thighs. You call for him, a sound filled with surprise and desire, ones brought upon by the ease with which he continues to handle you.

You can’t look at him, afraid of how your body will react if you saw the way he was already staring at you. But as you settle on top of him, straddling his thighs much to his content, you decide to throw all your anxiety out the window. Leaning down, you hover your lips across his own, waiting until he gives you a sign that he wanted to kiss you as well. He smiles at you then, raising your chin up so he can take a better look at you. You blink once as you finally meet his eyes, and you’re amazed by how much brighter the brown around his pupils appears now. You’re not sure if they’ve always been this lovely color or if the circumstances were making them even more beautiful, but you meditate on them briefly as you close the last bit of space between the two of you.

Unlike the first kiss you shared with Tech, this one is much more controlled, softer and sweeter, allowing you a better chance to commit the feel of his lips to memory. He tilts his head as he deepens the kiss, making you sigh against him and open your mouth so you could swallow his moans in turn. His hands knead your hips, sending a jolt of pleasure down your spine until you begin to move atop him. As one of his arms moves across your back to apply the slightest of pressure against you so you can move even closer to him, you wrap your arms tightly around his neck and break the kiss, gasping for air dramatically as he moves you back and forth against the tent on his jeans.

“Fuck,” he swears against your neck, lightly nipping the skin of your jugular as grow more needy with your movement, rubbing your clit against the rough fabric of his jeans as you always imagined.

“You feel so good Tech,” you moan breathlessly at him, chasing your long-abandoned orgasm with a newfound desperation, hoping that he can bring you there faster than your own hands.

“This will not do,” Tech mutters to himself, once again pushing you around as he pleases until you’re only straddling one of his thighs. He brings you down harder on him, this time raising his thigh a little off the bed so you can ride him as you please.

“Oh maker, ff-fuck.” You throw your head back, body shaking with excitement as Tech takes over and moves you against him, flexing his thigh muscles to the best of his abilities as he pushes you hard and fast against the damp material of his jeans. He looks down and feels his heart skip a beat when he sees the clear, wet patch adorning his clothes, squeezing your skin even tightly to ensure that this was, in fact, real.

“I- I can understand why you would call me that, but it is only me, sweet one. If you will reach climax whilst using my thighs, I would greatly appreciate it if you were to call for me…as- kriff, as you promised.” Tech is aware of the way he continues to trip over his words, and he looks up in time to see you smirking at him. He knows exactly why you are smiling so teasingly, and he files the information for later, mostly so he could ensure to have a response ready if and when you decide to jokingly provoke him. He can tell there is something on the tip of your tongue, and before you can retort with probably humorous sentiment, he brings you back and forth harshly against his jeans, licking his lips as you offer him the desired response in return.

“Tech, I’m so close…please baby.”

He groans then, his breathing growing more erratic as you continue to beg him to ease the fire settling in your stomach. He never thought he’d appreciate a submissive partner, let alone whispered pet names during such a moment, but he hisses as you continue to say those few words, his cock pushing painfully against the fly of his jeans the faster you ride him.

Tech inhales deeply, the scent of your warm, wet cunt managing to distract him momentarily from the job at hand. He bites into his lower lip to regain some bit of control, and when he thinks he has a good grip on his desires, he wraps one arm around you before using his other hand to pull and push you against him.

“You are awfully close, my dear. Perhaps if I were to assist,” he doesn’t elaborate any further, and it’s not long before you feel his expert fingers reaching down and slithering their way in between your cunt and his thigh. As soon as you look down at him, Tech is sure he will never get the image of you out of his mind.

Glazed eyes. Wet lips. Flushed face.

“You are positively sinful.” He claims as he leans up and takes your lips in a mindblowing kiss, swallowing your moans with ease as he shoves two of his long, thick fingers past your wet folds and curls them inside your walls. Had he given you a chance to break the kiss, you’re sure you would have been screaming his name until all of Ord Mantell who was making you come undone.

But he doesn’t let go of you once, shoving his tongue into your mouth as he fucks you with his fingers while rubbing your clit with the palm of his hand. Your eyes are shut tightly, fingers digging into his neck as he shows you the stars with his tongue and his hand.

Tech remembers quickly what you promised him moments ago, and he does break the kiss then, wanting to hear you moan his name as he aided you through your orgasm. He tilts his head back to take a better look at you, and as he meets your eyes, he winks once at you before looking down to watch where he was disappearing inside of you.

“Tech, I’m-” You can’t finish the thought, the feeling of his fingers consistently hitting your tight walls pushing you over the edge and forcing you to melt against him.

“Come for me, Y/N.” He orders once, and if you had half a functioning brain cell, you would have asked him where he learned how to talk like that. But you don’t care enough, and you scream his name like a prayer as he continues to coax pleasure out of you. There is a vague sound filling the night air as he continues to finger-fuck you into another little high, and when you open your eyes and look at Tech, you find his own curious gaze zeroed in on where he was pleasuring you.

But just as you follow his line of sight, he begins to slow down to a stop, making you shudder on top of him now that your body was being offered some respite. It’s only when he breaks the silence and fixes his goggles that you realize what you’d just done.

“Fascinating!” He calls out as if it is the most normal comment to say after making you come the hardest you’ve ever experienced in your entire life. Tech doesn’t care to remove his fingers from you, and without a warning, he curls the tips of his two fingers once, watching with interest as your entire body jolts forward and your voice breaks in a rather pornographic moan.

“The actions your body performs in response to the stimuli I deliver to it are most impressive, mesh’la.” You shouldn’t be surprised by him, and it’s endearing how careful he becomes as he slips his fingers out of you while soothing your back with the other hand. Once again, you’re about to respond to him with something snarky about where his priorities are, but you don’t find the words when you see him hold his fingers up and stare at them.

“Interesting, I was well aware of how messy this act could be but I did not expect to be this-”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know I could…I know how much you dislike stains and-”

“You misunderstand me, cyar’ika. I was merely attempting to inform you of how much I thoroughly enjoyed you drenching my hands and my clothes.” Tech interrupts your thoughts from running away from you, and you stare at him with wide eyes as his words finally settle in your mind. You weren’t sure how to deal with this new bit of information, because the last thing you ever expected to hear was Tech telling you that he enjoyed you squirting on him. You can already feel your chest tighten as his confession reignites the need you have for him, which is made even worse not a moment later as he raises his fingers to his face and wraps his lips around them.

You forget how to breathe as Tech shuts his eyes and hums approvingly at what he’s tasting, the action and sound so lewd that you attempt to clench your thighs above him to relieve the growing pressure.

“I must admit, the taste of you does not compare to my imagination.” Had you not known the man beneath you for so long, you would have thought he was doing this on purpose. But you knew Tech, and you were sure he was only speaking his inner monologue out loud as he always does. Whatever is next on his lips is interrupted when he looks down and watches as you not-so-subtly try to touch yourself again.

“You are quite needy, aren’t you?” He takes his fingers out of his mouth and places his hand back on your body, roaming both his palms across your skin so he could feel the effect he was having on you.

“Tech…I need you.” You beg shamelessly, leaning into him in an attempt to rile him up with another kiss.

“I believe you sweetheart, but I do owe you an apology.” Tech nudges your nose with his own, smirking to himself when your expression changes into a pout and you furrow your eyebrows at him. He would tell you later that he absolutely adored the look on your face when you were confused, but he had another, more pressing matter at hand, and he did not want to drag this out any longer.

“You wished to use my thighs to orgasm, but I- well, I became greedy and used my hands instead.” He kisses the corner of your mouth once, barely managing to hold back from shoving you beneath him and taking what he wanted from you in return.

“Maker, I don’t care Tech…I just want you. I want you to fuck me, with your cock this time. Please, we can…we can do that later.” You reach down to his jeans, cupping him through the wet fabric in an attempt to get him to put you out of your misery and give you what you’ve longed for. But he’s much quicker than you, and he snaps his hand to your wrist immediately, dragging it away from his hard cock so he doesn’t get distracted by your touches.

“Humor me, mesh’la. I desperately want to know if you can reach climax with such a simple action. You have taken what you wanted, and now I ask for this in return.” You know, as well as him, that he’s only doing this to torture you, that he’s only using his interest in experiments to disguise such his perverse need to make you suffer.

“But I-”

“If you do, I promise to give you my cock. Even better, I promise to fill you up all night long, until you are no longer begging for release but respite.” Tech breaks your train of thought, and he smirks down at you when he sees the gears shifting in your mind at his proposition. He didn’t need to read your mind to know that you’ve already agreed to his terms, and with one last quick peck on your lips, he releases your hands and rests his back against the headboard once more.

You readjust on top of him, placing the palms of your hands on his chest to keep yourself up.

“There’s a good girl.”

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honeyshiddendesire · 13 days

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Dirty Alphabet - Eustass

Eustass Kid x Female Reader

*This one I got carried away cause he's my boo lol 🥵❤️‍🔥🫦*

*banner*

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you're already in a relationship he will be a big snuggler but don't you dare mention it or he'll deny it. If it's a casual/ one night stand thing he'd probably see if you wanna go get drinks…or just bounce up outta there. Lol

B = Breath Play (do they like it done to them or doing the deed)

Loves choking you and knowing he's so strong he could crush your windpipe buttt he's a kinky man so he loves it if you return the favor when you're riding his cock. Your smaller hands trying to squeeze even just the smallest amount of oxygen makes him grunt and groan out curses.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Big mess maker for sure!! Wants to fill you with cum but also wants to cover you in it too. Smear that shit along with your makeup till you're a big sloppy mess that he can tease. If you swallow so be it but he loves shooting it on that pretty face of yours. Also he cums A LOT! So be prepared!

D = Dirtiest Kink (what they think is their dirtiest kink)

Wants to tag team you with Killer which you expected but the real secret is that he thought of sharing you with Law and Luffy. He doesn't know why but the thought plagues his brain. Maybe it's the fighting they've done together in Wano that drew him to the idea but he'll never admit it to you…maybe he'll tell Killer though.

E = Exhibitionist? (Do they like being watched)

Loves attention!!! Watch him all you want but don't think he'll be shy about it baby. That man will solo masturbate and talk you out of your panties in a second to join him. Also loves watching you as well.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything to showcases his strength and his big dick. Full nelson, mating press to keep you pinned down and feel his entire length. Also pronebone so you can't push him off and his big arms can cage you in how he likes.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Will crack jokes but always in a teasing way as he's fucking you into the mattress. If you try to make an embarrassing joke though just expect him to scowl.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I wanna say kind of trimmed cause he looks like he manscapes but he likes having a happy trail of red hair leading to the ‘main treat’.

Idk why but I feel like if you didn't shave he'd go feral. 🤷‍♀️ Idk why lol but I think you not following the usual beauty standards would drive him literally insane lol

I = Initiation (how do they get you going? Vice versa )

He's a horn ball 24/7 so he's super handsy and if he's not touching you he'll spill pure filth no matter who's around. His crew gets a kick out of it but if they try and make comments to you best believe they'll be thrown overboard or spending their time scrubbing their own blood off the deck.

J = Jealous (how do they get when jealous )

It's Kidd…he's territorial. I can totally see him getting jealous and storming off somewhere. But if you've been together a long time he's not asking questions just grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to punish you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation Kink! He loves the both of you being fucked out beyond the point of words, shaking and drooling from round after round.

Corruption Kink! If you're a good girl, best believe he wants to change that. Wants to turn you into a horny ticking time bomb, literally desires to turn that shy exterior into a handsy sex machine just like him.

Glasses glasses glasses!!! If you wear glasses it makes you look nerdy/sweet which plays into his corruption Kink and now he can't help but picture what they'll look like covered in his cum. (Totally self indulgent but IDC it's my page lol)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. This man has no shame when it comes to sex on his ship, hell he'll even fuck you in an alley way. Weirdly doesn't like you being seen though so he'll pick positions that he can cover you with his big body. Even covering your mouth so no one can hear the sweet sounds you make for him only.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He's always horny but loves when you get just as handsy as him though. If you do try flirting he'll make you work for it just to see how far and bold you get.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Can't really think of anything this man won't do tbh lol 🤣 He's a freaky freak.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves fucking your face but loves eating pussy, it's his favorite meal. Ask him and he'll be honest.🥵 So sit on his face and then you both can devour each other.

P = Pace (rough and fast, slow and soft)

Depends on his mood. He's always rough but sometimes he'll fuck you slow with deep mind numbing thrusts till you're begging for him. Yet other times he'll fuck you fast and hard till you're shaking and drunk on his cock.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes yes yes. Whenever and however many he can get from you he's down.

R = Rope (shibari, bondage? Do they like it?)

Yup whether giving or receiving that man is down. He's a big boy who can take you whipping him or even slapping him across the face while he's tied up. But won't go as hard on you as you can go on him. He knows his strength but won't push yours unless you beg of course.

S = Sharing? (Are they willing to share you?)

Depends on who it is. If it's Killer, absolutely lol If he's having a captains talk with Law and Luffy and they just so happen to mention you he'll freak out in a feral lust but ultimately it's up to you of course.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He makes his own of course. He's a craftsman with many skills and desires so of course he'll come up with something.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The meanest 🥵 teasing you till you're pouting and begging for relief

V = Voyeur (do they like to watch)

Yup yup! He'll even join you in giving him a show lol

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If you wear heels, step on him! Not in a submissive way but more in a, “I'm strong those pointy heels won't do shit” type of way. It's like a play on a pain fetish and heel/foot fetish. The feeling of your heels scratching at his shoulders make his groans so much raspier. Will also kiss along your ankles when you wear them telling you how hot they look.

If your feet end up hurting while you walk he'll just toss you over his shoulder before you can even think of removing them.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick baby~ heavy dick and veiny with big breeding balls 🤷‍♀️ just saying the man cums alot.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Always on go!!!!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

His brain can be pretty active so it takes him a minute tbh but he'll cuddle you to sleep and fall out shortly after.

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munsonkitten · 7 months

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steddie smut | read the tags first | 6400 words choking, spanking, sub eddie, masochist eddie (slightly), dom steve, coming in pants 5+1, play fighting, dry humping, nipple play

Eddie’s not really used to this.

He’s never really had friends his own age. His band and Hellfire are all younger than him, Rick and his friends are all older. It’s been difficult to get close to anyone, when everyone his age has thought of him as a freak since he moved to town.

All of that, plus his new friend being Steve, put Eddie in some situations he never really thought he’d be in. Situations that he, maybe, dreamed of one day being in, but not really like this.

Pinned under Steve Harrington with his wrists held down to the ground above his head. Yeah, he’s thought of that, but not…

Not the part where they’re apparently wrestling.

Eddie doesn’t remember why this started. One second he was on the couch and the next he was on the floor, and something probably happened in between there, but he doesn’t really know what. His brain is kind of fuzzy, the memories clouded by the fact that Steve Harrington is currently sitting on top of him.

He tries, though not very hard, to roll Steve off of him. He probably could, honestly, but there’s something about this that makes his limbs heavy, and yeah, Steve feels good on top of him. Warm and solid, and it’s kind of Eddie’s dream to be underneath him, so sue him for his efforts being minimal here.

It’s just that he should probably try a little bit harder to get Steve off of him because Eddie’s very close to sporting a little problem. Steve’s ass is pressed right to Eddie’s crotch, and he’s just laughing. He’s holding Eddie down and he’s laughing about it, like he’s won some prize here by beating him, even if Eddie doesn't remember why they’re wrestling to begin with.

“Okay, okay, that’s—” Eddie starts.

Steve shifts in his lap, and oh god that’s — okay, Steve needs to move now or he’s going to notice how hard Eddie is, and then Eddie needs to run to the bathroom before Steve sees or he’ll punch Eddie in the face, probably, and—

He shifts again. Steve shifts again and then his entire face changes, and he’s leaning over Eddie, hands still pinning Eddie’s wrists to the ground, and Eddie has no idea why Steve isn’t getting up.

“Are the rumors true?” Steve asks.

Eddie wishes he could hide his face behind his hands, hide the heat blooming on his cheeks.

He doesn’t answer.

“The rumors that Eddie Munson has a thing for me?” Steve continues.

“Where did you hear that rumor?” Eddie blurts out. Yeah, sure, people have called him a faggot for longer than he’s known it himself, but his crush on Steve has been as tightly under wraps as it could possibly be.

Maybe not.

“We had gym class together my senior year,” Steve says, leaning down to whisper right in Eddie’s ear. “All the boys said you looked at me in the locker room.”

Eddie feels like he might die right about now. Of shame, embarrassment, anxiety that the entire male population of Hawkins high school knows he’s got a raging hard on for Steve Harrington.

“They said you’d look at my dick,” Steve continues. “Like you wanted me. But I never believed them because why would Eddie want me? I was everything you hated back then.”

“No,” Eddie says. “No, you weren’t. You were — beautiful. You are. W-who told you all that?”

Steve laughs quietly, brushing his nose against Eddie’s ear. “No one. I made it up.”

Eddie wrenches himself out of Steve’s hands and shoves him off. “Fuck you, man!”

But he’s laughing, head falling into his hands as he sits up.

“Hey, I got what I was looking for,” Steve says. “You’ve totally got a thing for me.”

“Shut up,” Eddie mutters.

“No, no,” Steve says. “No, it’s cute. I — well, I’d been hoping. Didn’t know how to bring it up.”

Eddie’s head snaps back up. Steve’s just sitting there on his knees watching him, waiting.

So Eddie throws himself at Steve, wrestling him back to the ground, laughter bubbling out of his lips because he can’t believe Steve just said that. I’d been hoping. It can’t be real, but — but Steve’s laughing too, something sweet, chiming like bells in Eddie’s ears, and his hands are squeezing Eddie’s hips and pulling him down against him.

The feeling of Steve against him, his thigh between Eddie’s legs, it has him going fuzzy again. Warm and tingling, spreading through his entire body.

Steve flips them while Eddie’s distracted, pushing his hands back up on the floor, pinned beneath his wrists.

“You mean it?” Eddie asks.

Steve bends down, nosing along Eddie’s cheek, and whispers, “Yeah. I mean it.”

He grinds down against Eddie, their dicks pressing together. Steve’s just as hard as he is, he notices now. It’s too good, too hot, and Eddie drops his head heavy on the floor and moans, loud and uninhibited because he’s never felt another person’s body against his own, and he can’t contain it at all.

“A-and you want this?” Eddie asks. “With me?”

“Mhm,” Steve hums. He pulls his hands away from Eddie’s wrists and whispers a quiet, “Stay,” in Eddie’s ear.

Eddie wouldn’t dream of doing anything else.

“Good boy,” Steve murmurs.

It goes straight to his dick, making him buck up against Steve’s body. He can’t believe any of this is real, that any of this is happening. He wants to pinch himself to make sure he isn’t dreaming, but he has to leave his hands where they are. Steve told him to, and Eddie needs to be good for him.

Steve shifts, his hands going to Eddie’s thighs to spread them apart, and Eddie whines. He fucking whines over Steve’s big hands moving his legs into position, spreading them so Steve can fit between them, slotting their bodies together.

“This okay?” Steve asks.

Eddie nods quickly. Of course it’s okay. It’s beyond okay. It’s everything.

Their dicks press together through their jeans again, and Eddie brings his knees up, squeezing them around Steve’s sides. He hooks his ankles behind Steve’s back, and he wants to wrap his arms around his neck, but Steve told him to stay so he is.

Steve thrusts against him, his head dipping to press his lips against Eddie’s neck.

This isn’t going to last long at all, not with Steve thrusting and grinding like he’s fucking Eddie through their jeans. Eddie’s never done anything with anyone, and now he’s beneath the man of all of his wet dreams, and he’s hurtling toward the edge embarrassingly fast.

“Steve,” he moans. “I’m gonna — Steve.”

“Okay, okay,” Steve whispers. “That’s alright, baby, go ahead. Just like this. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

“N-not in — this is my last pair of clean underwear,” Eddie pants, bucking his hips up against Steve’s body, rutting himself hard and fast against Steve’s dick.

Steve chuckles against his neck. “Want me to stop?”

“No,” Eddie rushes out. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Steve laughs again, lifts his head ahead from Eddie’s throat and looks down at him. “Cum for me, baby. C’mon.”

Eddie needs more. He wants his pants off, wants to feel skin on skin, but he doesn’t want to go through the effort. He doesn’t want to move his hands from where Steve placed them and told him to stay.

He wants —

“Kiss me,” Eddie pants. “Please. Stevie, I want —”

Steve cuts him off with a kiss, soft and gentle, and Eddie has nothing to compare it to but he thinks it might be the best kiss in the history of the world because it’s him and Steve. Eddie can’t keep his hands in place anymore, has to move them to cup Steve’s cheeks as he moans into the kiss, his hips twitching one more time before the tension snaps and he shakes apart completely, coming in his pants.

He cries out, legs tightening around Steve’s waist, arms sliding to wrap around his shoulders. His dick throbs and twitches in his underwear, making a mess that Steve keeps driving himself down into, leaving Eddie wet and oversensitive, and then — Steve stops.

He pulls away, hands flying to his zipper. He draws his cock out of his underwear, hard and leaking and red, and Eddie watches. He watches as Steve quickly strokes his cock, quiet moans falling from his lips. His eyes shut, his head tipping back, and with a moan he cums all over his hand, spilling over onto Eddie’s stomach where his shirt has ridden up.

It might be the hottest thing Eddie’s ever seen.

He suddenly feels self conscious about not lasting long enough to get his dick out. He starts to become completely aware of the mess crusting in his pubes, Steve’s mess on his stomach.

“Shit,” Steve pants. “Sorry. Let me — I’ll clean you up. C’mon.”

Steve makes good on that promise. He takes Eddie to the bathroom and strips him out of his clothes, then takes off his own. He pulls him into the shower, helps scrub Eddie down. The shift in their friendship is immediate. If it can even be called a friendship anymore.

That’s just the start of it.

It happens again a few days later.

Not the whole wrestling part of it, no, because apparently Steve was just using that as an excuse to be close to Eddie, and now he doesn’t need an excuse. No, Eddie cums in his pants again a few days later, his hips grinding against Steve’s while they make out in Steve’s bed.

It’s embarrassing, really, how quick it happens. One second they’re laying side by side, the next Steve’s on top of him asking if he can kiss him, and Eddie’s sitting there like no shit because all he ever wants to do now is kiss Steve. It’s kind of a problem how much he likes kissing Steve.

Steve barely has to touch him, barely has to slide his dick against Eddie’s through their jeans, and Eddie’s rock hard and throbbing in his boxers.

And it happens so quick because, when Eddie tries to stifle a moan into Steve’s neck, Steve pulls back and says, “C’mon, baby, let me hear you,” and then whispers, “Good boy,” when Eddie tips his head back and lets sounds fall from his lips.

It’s like those three words in close proximity to each other flip a switch in Eddie’s brain and cock. Baby, good boy. It’s fucking embarrassing, is what it is.

He cums just like that, hips bucking against Steve’s, mouth open with his moans spilling out.

“Jesus, Eddie,” Steve chuckles, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Did you just…?”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Hey, no that’s — don’t apologize,” Steve says. He pulls away, rolling over to the side.

He doesn’t make any attempt to get his dick out, just lays there pressing lazy kisses to Eddie’s lips.

Eventually, Steve finds a pair of underwear and some sweatpants for Eddie to change into and they settle into Steve’s bed again. They’ve only been together for a few days, but they’ve been friends for months. Their routine is pretty established at this point — get into pajamas and lay in Steve’s bed listening to music or reading or talking.

Now, though, Steve pulls Eddie against him, plays with his hair while Eddie rests his head on his chest.

Read the rest of this 5+1 on AO3

#steddie #steve/eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #stranger things #my fics

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bugs1nmybrain · 3 months

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Clingy!Tomura x Fem!Reader - Headcanons

Minors Don't Interact

Warnings: NSFW, submissive Tomura, mommy kink!!, mdlb, attachment issues, shiggy being a lil bitch, clingy Tomura, toxic relationship, pegging/anal sex (shiggy receiving), I am unhinged

I wanted a longer one shot but I have too many thoughts so here they are. Idk what's gotten into me. There will probably be a part two. I'm sleepy

So for starters, Shigaraki is a confusing dude because that whole "I hate everything" complex is almost completely reversed when it comes to you unless he has a legitimate reason to be mad at you. He loves you

He is clingy, and if he's not doing something important, he is totally hanging off of you. He's the type to follow you to the bathroom because he just can't get enough of your company. He doesn't care that it's weird

Will deny that he is so dependent on you!! Don't believe him. He will prove himself otherwise shortly after when he's rambling at you about how it's stupid that you have to go to work and "leave him stranded"

This guy has never received positive female attention since he was a child, and even then, he only got it from girls who betrayed his trust

So if you hold a sort of protective energy toward him and don't hesitate to stand up for him, he will ADORE you

That "motherly" affection you give him makes him choke and awakens a boy who was never loved properly. It's not as twisted as it sounds, he just feels at home with you, and when you baby him and treat him like a prince his heart pounds so much and his cheeks go red.

The mommy kink starts as a joke

You'll ask him to do something in an assertive tone and he's just "Yes mommy :)"

And you'll go "👀"

Then he just roles with it, and calls you mommy at random times just to piss you off

It's not until you both discover that you have a rather nurturing side that it becomes a regular thing that turns both of you on

It's sexual at first. When you take charge and spoil him, ask him what he needs, and pleasure him in the exact ways you know makes him cum hard, he'll be pleading.

"Fuuuck, Mommy pleeeaase! Please make me cum, please, mommy!!"

"Mmm pleaseee. I've been a good boy, fuuuck mommy!"

Once you do, he's begging you to come snuggle with him. He'll rest his head on your boobs and hold on for dear life.

He loves roaming his hands on your body and feeling how soft and plushy you are compared to his rather rigid and toned figure.

You're cozy! He feels like he's grabbing a teddy bear

His favorite spots to grab are your waist, butt, and tummy

Sometimes his fingers wander to your cunt compulsively because he just doesn't think

Oh great god he loves your pussy so much

Your pussy is enough to save him. So warm and wet, and when you slam yourself down on him when you ride him it drives him crazy. If he's on top, he's pounding you so deep. He doesn't even mean to hurt you (a little bit of a lie), he just can't get enough of your insides. He feels great though, don't mistake that.

Once he figures out how to touch you properly, he is abusing his powers for evil

Will eagerly eat you out and suck on your tits. He's has a tiny oral fixation.

Tomura was a virgin before you. Not spiritually, but he'd never fucked anyone. Some stuff online and a criminal amount of porn, though? Yea

Thay first time came quickly (and so did he) because the day you met, there was a potent chemistry between you two.

He brought up the "peg" word first

He was a little anxious but he'd played with himself in that area in the past on himself. Not extensively, but he knew it was a place of pleasure for him

Admittedly it feels great for him if you're generous with lube but when you did it at first, it hurt like a bitch

It doesn't matter if you're tall or much shorter than him, he wants you to treat him like your little boy.

Caress him and coo to him. He needs you to tell him how special he is to you and how much you love him. He needs to hear how perfect he is for you, and that you accept him.

If you play with his hair, he might cry

Actually, on the topic of crying, you're probably the only person he'll cry around. And it's because he trusts you not to judge him or put him down for it. He also knows that he can come to you and that you'll hold him and be there to comfort him through it. His hatred and bottled up sadness cracks up and when you let him release it into your shoulder, ..sometimes the mommy word slips out

He has a huge fear that you'll leave him. And you'd have every right. He'd have all the power to finish you off. Tomura doesn't have that rage toward you, at least he doesn't believe or want that. That said, he usually ends up confiding in you, usually a little pissed, but ultimately, he's sad

"I lo-*hic*I love you*hic*I love you mommy.. *hic*??*hicc* d-do you hate me?? I'm sorry!! Dont leave"

Please reassure him that he's enough, and that you love him as he is

If you bless him with kisses all over his face he'll cackle like a little bitch

He'll retaliate and yell at you to "fuckin' stop!!" but when you do it's an instant "mommyyyy no come back!"

He loves just laying in bed and having pillow talk while you caress his face, hair, shoulders, back. He even loves you pulling at his waist. Fuck he just loves you when you love up on him, too

he finally has someone to care for him in a genuine, loving, adoring way.

He is such a goober around you and is very affectionate, but in front of his guys? It's complicated

He likes showing you off, yea. And he isn't afraid to give you a kiss or touch you around them. But that intimate, wholesome side of it? Noo. He needs his "don't fuck with me" reputation to stick.

He is clingy in an unhealthy way, too, and insecure. If you don't give him the right amount of attention, he's worrying about it. He begs you to tell him what he did wrong or if you hate him. If you're gone too long, he misses you so damn much!

If you call him simple things like "baby boy" or even "Tomura" in a sweet tone of voice, he will melt

He loves you

It's his absolute favorite thing if you wake him in the night and stroke his cock, kiss him all over his neck and tell him how pretty he is. His masculinity isn't that fragile, not when it's just you and him at least. He has a little bit of a somnophilia kink, receiving and giving

He wants to feel adored and cared about. Protected.

He'll protect you too! No one will ever lay a finger on his mommy, and if they do, it's game over

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x fem reader #shigaraki tomura headcanons #shigaraki tomura smut #tomura shigaraki

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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Hey I was wondering if I could ask for Lip Gallagher and the filth alphabet please?

|| taglist, babes + req rules + send ?s - open + masterlist ||

Warnings;

If you're under 18 this was not written for you. Go find some fluff to read, got it? Minors DNI. body fluids, various kinks not limited to or excluding dom/sub, lingerie+stockings, choking/biting/hairpulling, pain kink, cockwarming and high sex... mentions of drinking / drugs -weed, he's a stoner, cum play/creampie, edging/orgasm control, oral sex, dacryphilia

Taglist ;

Special tag for @vonschweetz because the actor is their current favorite sad boy and I am making it my mission to drag them down this rabbit hole of Lip Gallagher kicking and screaming.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

--- he tries not to be, but he's a cuddler. there's a part of him that craves the connection and doesn't want it to end when the sex is over because it feels nice to just lie there and not be alone with his thoughts or whatever else is going on.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

--- tits, legs, lips. Particularly lips. He loves your mouth.

--- His cock is probably what he'd say, tbh.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

--- Will go down on you and make you kiss him to taste yourself. "Don't y' wanna taste how sweet you are, baby girl?"

--- creampie. That is all -we won't get into him getting hard as he sees it leak outta you and fucking it right back into you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

--- This man doesn't do dirty secrets in the sexual sense. He's a bit of a bragger, so he's quite vocal about past exploits. I do believe that he regrets losing his virginity to Karen though. Writer believes Karen was his first, this is why it was so damn hard for him to let her go despite all the shit she did to him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

--- Oh god, he's experienced. He's constantly sleeping with someone. He's definitely been around because sex is the way he expresses how he feels about a person he cares about and while this is messed up just a little, it also means that when the love isn't returned, he's done and moving on to the next one because he's searching and he yearns.

--- Totally knows what he's doing. Always trying new things too.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

--- doggy style to pull hair and put a hand on your throat or grab your tits, against a wall holding you up, on the table, missionary.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

--- Depends. If he's jealous, pissed or frustrated he's serious. If he's in love or happy or feeling particularly sappy, he's humorous and sweet.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

--- it's a very well cleaned jungle down there. He keeps it clean, he just won't shave. Shit's too itchy for him when it grows back in because he tried it once and hated it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

--- he tries to be distant when it's a one time thing but there's still a part of him that just can't.. so he's intimate as hell and gentle and sweet unless he's jealous, frustrated or this is angry /hate sex.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

--- you wore some stockings with a costume once for a thing on campus (college) and he couldn't wait until he got back to the dorms, he had to go into the bathroom and jerk off there. He's always edging himself, he likes to see how long he can make himself last.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

--- cockwarming, pain (recieving, give him all the bites / hair pulls / scratches / etc), cum / creampie, mutual masturbation, biting/choking/hairpulling, lowkey breeding kink, dom/sub (slightly less soft than a soft dom but not quite a hard dom either), dacryphilia -he loves to watch you tear up when you gag on his cock, light bondage, food play, temperature play, toys,

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

--- Anywhere. I mean this. As long as it's away from prying eyes, he'll do it anywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

---arguments, thigh high stockings or knee socks, being bitten/having his neck kissed or sucked, getting high because it makes him horny as fuck, his partner in general..

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

--- no public sex, he does not eat ass and he will absolutely not share you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

--- He's pretty good at it but very messy and loud, very bite-y. He loves to receive though, ugh, if you give this man a good deep throat blowjob he'll be on one knee.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

---Deep, rough and slow. Most of the time. If he's angry, jealous, frustrated or in a hurry, it's fast, deep and rough. You will be bent over the nearest available surface and you will come away with handprints on your tits, throat and hips.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

--- He's taking it any way he can get it. If he wants it and a quickie is his only chance to get laid, he's not turning it down.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

--- Experiment, yes. Risk -esp sex with people watching or walking in, nope.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

--- Multiple rounds, short breaks and maybe an hour or hour and a half each round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

--- Nope. Now if you want him to use one of your toys on you, he'll happily do it. He just doesn't own any, he's kinda not into it for himself, his own personal use.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

--- He's a huge fucking tease, so much so that you're a mess by the time he FINALLY decides he'll have you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

--- He's loud. Swearing. Praising you, talking dirty to you, telling you how well you take his cock, telling you how tight you are, telling you that he'll fuck a baby into you sometimes, telling you he loves you and he wants to stay inside you forever, grunting, growling, whining -esp if you're going down on him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

--- Wants to be dominanted in bed but he's so used to being in control that he doesn't know how to go about it. Dominate this man somebody, please.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

---Above average length, average or slightly less so with girth. Cannot remember if he's cut or not, I know they mentioned this on the show. The tip is dark pink, it's slightly curved..

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

--- This fucker is perpetually horny. It's high. Very high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

--- After cuddling and playing with your hair / talking to you and kissing on you, he's asleep. Likes to fall asleep still inside you too, btw.

#lip gallagher #lip gallagher smut #lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher fanfiction #lip gallagher x fem!reader #lip gallagher headcanons #minors dni

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Hello my fellow gamer! 😁

May I please request headcanons for Bayonetta, Joker, Sora, and Zero Suit Samus reacting to their female S/O surprising them at the Smash mansion and spoiling them with delicious food like this?

Yay, my first SSBU request! That food looks so good, I don't think I could choose just one picture. Anyway, I hope you savor this just like the fighters would savor that food!

Bayonetta

- "Why, thank you darling, I'm famished!"

- She will eat the entire plate and then ask for seconds.

- Bayonetta has the best table manners you could possibly imagine. Even if she's ravenous, you'll never catch her eating like a wild animal, especially not in front of you. She looks so elegant while she eats and somehow manages to never get a single crumb on her face.

- She will happily feed some to Gomorrah. It may be a spawn of Satan, but hey, demons need to eat too.

- Speaking of which, Gomorrah now loves you for this.

- She'll make sure that you have some too; she refuses to eat unless you eat with her.

- As a pleasant conversationalist, she has plenty of things to talk about. Bayonetta will happily listen to whatever you might have to say, but she'll definitely be the one to direct the conversation.

- She adores your smiling face as you both dine with delight.

- Between you, Bayo, and Gomorrah, there will be no leftovers; every last morsel will be gone.

- After you're done, she'll give you a big hug and a smooch, thanking you again for the delicious meal.

- You better believe that she will return the favor when you least expect it.

- After you're done eating, she'll insist that you relax while she cleans everything up.

- If you still have room in your stomach, Bayonetta will probably pamper you with dessert. Don't try to deny it; you'll only end up losing the fight.

- "Oh please, after all you've done for me, you deserve it, darling."

Joker

- The first thing he'll notice walking into the mansion is the smell filling the air.

- It's an amazing scent, and he'll be pleasantly surprised to see you in the kitchen.

- He doesn't even realize how hungry he is until he sees all of the food there, waiting for him.

- He'll eat so much, it's not even funny.

- Morgana will tell him to slow down numerous times, and Joker will completely ignore him every single time.

- You and Morgana will have to keep an eye on him because there's a large possibility that he might choke.

- He nearly did choke at one point, which was super scary.

- If Morgana tries to steal some, Joker will swat his paw away.

- He'll definitely have more than one plate of food. Good thing you made extra.

- When he first starts eating, he'll wolf everything down and all his manners will go out the window. As he continues, he'll slow down to a normal pace and eat like a normal person.

- He'll apologize afterward for being so messy and will help you clean up afterward.

- Leftovers for later? Hell yeah.

- Expect him to ask you for the recipes. He totally isn't gonna steal them to impress his friends back home.

- He'll give you a sweet kiss on the forehead as thanks for everything you've done for him.

- Post-dinner cuddles! That meal hit all the right spots, and the best thing to do now is to relax and let everything settle.

Sora

- He'll get SO excited.

- "Woah, this is all for me?! Thanks!"

- He'll eat way more than you expect him to. You'd never think that much food could fit inside his stomach. He'll just keep eating and eating and eating some more.

- You'll have to hide some food if you want leftovers, because at the rate Sora will go, it won't look like he's stopping anytime soon.

- He wants to show his appreciation as much as he can, so he tries to eat a ton. Sora won't wolf everything down, but he'll eat at a quicker pace than one should.

- Sora thinks everything is delicious; he literally has hearts in his eyes from how in love with the food he is.

- Looking up and seeing you chuckling and smiling at him makes everything even better. Just knowing that you made the food fills him with joy.

- He won't stop thanking you for everything. He'll say it ten times before he even starts eating.

- He keeps trying to talk to you while he eats. You constantly have to remind him to swallow his food before he starts speaking.

- When he's finished, he finishes it off with a big burp and leans back in his seat, hands patting his stomach. He'll thank you for the thousandth time before getting up to give you a hug.

- Ten minutes later, Sora'll get a massive stomachache from how much food he ate. He doesn't mind though; in his eyes, it was all worth it.

Zero Suit Samus

- She'll be shocked at first. All of this food is for her and her alone? No, this doesn't feel right.

- She'll feel bad that you went through all of this hassle just for her. But once you reassure her that it's no trouble at all and you're more than happy to cook for her, that tiny smile of hers will finally appear on her face.

- Samus insists that you eat with her. You've done all this hard work, you deserve to sit back and relax for a change.

- Out of all four characters mentioned here, she is the most calm about the whole thing. Don't mistake this for a lack of care; she greatly appreciates what you did for her.

- Out of all four characters, she's also the one who leaves the most leftovers. She wants to make it last; it sucks to spend hours on food only to have people eat all of it in one fell swoop in nearly half the time.

- She remains quiet for the most part, listening to what you have to say without interruption and only giving input when necessary.

- You can see the gratitude in her eyes as she consumes everything.

- Afterward, she thanks you calmly and helps you clean up.

- After a wonderful meal like that, movie night is a must.

#ssbu #headcanons #smash ultimate #bayonetta #bayonetta x reader #joker #joker x reader #sora #sora x reader #zero suit samus #zero suit samus x reader

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hi i'm the anon that sent the ask about someone telling joyce and oh my god it being hopper that says it is so good. i can totally see him doing that. i also love that you added steve finding out from murray bc that's always been my preferred hc for how steve would find out. murray saying something about it that's weird and out of pocket is him to a tee imo. poor steve i feel so bad for him in this au, at least hopper is on his side completely. ty for acknowledging how fucked up it is that nancy and jonathan but esp nancy never actually told steve. i wonder what she would've done/told him if steve hadn't bit the bullet and broken up w her.

Thank youuuu (love getting ask mwah) (also idk what to call the au) Listen I loooove Steve and Hopper accidentally adopting each other. In my brain Dustin talked up Steve's hair skills to El at the snowball and she gets all starry-eyed like he knows! Hair? :0 Dustin you have to convince Steve to come over to my house and help me with my hair and I will convince hop to let him come! I also need hair advice!! Hop barely has hair!! Which is how Steve gets a little sister pre S3 (like he always wanted) (he also gets max a bit later too godbless) (sibling collector lmao) Steve 100% calls Hop dad once without realizing and Hopper gets choked up and Steve's like you okay there?? And Hop has to go yeah yeah I'm finE so he doesn't embarrass Steve. That's the shit. (Also makes more Steve and El angst post S3 with hop gone and them being separated ;-;)

Hopper gets to be a jackass to on his kid's behalf and I think that's actually beautiful.

Oh, yeah. The more I've thought about it the more I feel like Steve has no clue Nancy cheated on him. We saw how he acted in S1 when he thought so and while S2 Steve wouldn't be so extreme, he'd definitely be crushed. And with S4...idk I don't think Steve knew about the cheating then. It just seems like he wouldn't. Want to go back after being cheated on? Or that he'd have some serious hang ups with Nancy. Even if he still loved her if he knew she slept with Jonathan, would he want to act on it? Also did he know they were still together? Does she mention Jonathan at all to anyone but Fred?

Also Murray. You bizarre jackass. Of COURSE it was him. He'd feel guilty about it because he totally thought Steve knew and he was just trying to be a dickhead but not like. Cruel. so it's awwwkwaaaard and not the fun kind he can manipulate just the sad kind that has Hopper glaring at him.

Yeah... I understand that the writers do not feel like Nancy cheated but I have eyes and media comprehension and know how relationships work and Nancy herself said she had Steve back home to Murray so. What else am I supposed to think. I get why Nancy and Jon don't interact with Steve after the Upside Down but like. Not even to apologize to him? Did Nancy's relationship with Steve mean so little to her? I do think she, at one point, did love Steve, or convinced herself of it and did care for him, but for her to drop him like a hot potato the second Jonathan gets the nerve to make a move (she said she waited a month for him before going back to a probably grovelling Steve [based on how desperate he was at the Byers' to apologize to Jon] and it's like Woah! Okay writers! What do you want us to believe about this relationship?!) So just. Why didn't she actually tell Steve what happened? Idk. Jon I kinda get he and Steve were love rivals and Jonathan is already awkward it probably would have been weird and also it wasn't his place to say! It should have been Nancy!

Honestly if Steve hadn't broken things off....idk. I don't think she necessarily would have continued with both of them, but I think Nancy tends to look for easy ways out of relationship hurdles. So. Maybe it would have festered for a few months, before Steve finally couldn't stand the tension and cut things off there. I don't actually think, based on what we've seen in the show, the scene between Nancy and Steve could have gone any different. Like. It should have. Nancy definitely could have acknowledged her role in the crumbling relationship, but I think Steve letting her go is a significant character beat for him. He chooses he's not going to hold onto someone who doesn't want to be with him. For me that's him trying to move past his issues from his parents and to continue to be better.

Yeah this au is not nice to poor Steve. He does have support! Robin and Eddie are both there and know everything, Hopper and El also know most stuff and are very worried about why he's so keen to leave the house all the time (he doesn't live there but he doesn't...not live there...) Buddy's got issues that will be heightened by all these things happening with Joyce!

#stranger things #steve harrington #anti stancy #i guess??#steve and hopper #steve and el #findaanswers #anonasaurus #joyce doesn't like steve au #terrible name but its what ive got for now

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pixaho · 3 months

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Hello! :D omg your such a good writer and I love that you write for high and low! I was wondering since requests are open, could you please consider doing a nsfw alphabet for Rocky or Huyga? I love them both equally and I'll be happy no matter which one you pick. :)

NSFW Alphabet Headcannon | Hyuga

A/N | Ofcourse and thank you! <3 I was going to do Rocky originally but I settled for Hyuga as I haven't done a Daruma member yet. I hope you enjoy this! <3

M.List H&L

A - Aftercare

Rarely ever does aftercare after doing the deed, he says that he doesn't see the reason why but in reality it's because he's not 100% sure on how to do it. He does care for you, although he doesn't really say it, but this whole thing is confusing for him. When he does do it, he doesn't like the appraisal.

B - Body Part

Your ass. He'll praise your ass all day because he likes it, whether its small or big. He's a booty type of man.

C - Cum

Hyuga doesn't really care where it goes. I won't say this lazy fucker (he is hot tho) won't wear a condom, because he most likely will. Just like Jessie, he doesn't think he'll make a great father because of how he was raised and how he is as a person.

D - Dirty Secret

This may seem a little creepy but he likes watching you shower, perhaps its how you look when the water covers your body or because he just wants to grab a fist full of your damp hair to fuck your throat. Who knows.

Totally not something I have written for the future.

E - Experience

Contrary to belief, he is not that experienced. I mean he is Hyuga so you'd expect him to be at least somewhat experienced but he isn't. He is not a virgin, just a lazy fucker.

F - Favorite Position

Cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, this plays into him liking your ass and being a lazy fucker. He doesn't put too much effort into it, and when he does, it's a bit surprising. The most work you'll get out of him is rubbing your clit or giving you head.

G - Goofy

Surprisingly quiet and somewhat serious. When he isn't serious, he's cracking a joke or two about the other Daruma Ikka members. Or the Daruma Babes. They aren't rude jokes, just funny stories that happened that day.

H - Hair

FREE BIRD! He is NOT the clean shaven type of person. It's BUSH CENTRAL down there. As for you, he doesn't care. Be a free bird or don't.

I - Intimacy

He isn't 100% romantic during it. But when he can be, you better expect him to not be lazy. He'll have you flipped and fried like a pancake. You'll also be probably fucked out of your mind.

J - Jack Off

Why jack off when you have your significant other? That is all I'm going to say here.

K - Kinks

Choking, marking and hair pulling. He loves the feeling of wrapping his hand around your throat as it makes him feel more in control. Marking is his better way of showing you that he loves you and cares for you, granted you'll probably have a shit ton of scratches and bite marks.. Hair pulling.. doesn't even need to be explained. (This is coming from someone who thought that Hyuga in that one scene where he's looking up at Cobra and currently breaking someones arm was hot..)

L - Location

PUUUUUUUUBLIC! Best believe he's fucking you in the Daruma Ikka owned places. NO MORE EXPLANATION!

M - Motivation

I kid you not, you working out or showering is enough to turn this dude on. It's so weird but it's also kind of hot. Even if you are bathing. He likes it when your body shines, he likes that.

N - No

Absolutely no to knife play, he is not the most trustworthy when it comes to blades. He will also say no to bodily fluids play (piss, shit type of fluids) but he will spit on you, which is strange.

O - Oral

More of the receiving type and less of the giving type. He'll kiss your thighs and what not but it'll be rare as fuck when he decides to give you head. (I feel like he would and I am feral for this man.)

P - Pace

When he isn't lazy as shit, it's fast and rough. He likes seeing you as a mess, cock drunk for him, when he isn't tired or way too high because it makes him really happy. Compared to when he is, it's based purely on your pace.

Q - Quickies

Naaahhh, even if he uses you as his special little fucktoy, he likes to take his time. Making sure every part of you has been degraded until you are a shaking, quaking, little mess underneath him.

R - Risk

When he's romantic, he gives quite the shit about his reputation. Not with the other SWORD leaders, it's rather his reputation around Daruma babes and the other members of Daruma Ikka. He sees the other SWORD leaders as mutts, so it doesn't matter what they think or see.

S - Stamina

Let's be so fuckin' for real... high as a kite he can go for a million years. Not so high? 10 - 20 minutes max.

T - Toys

Fuuuuuuuuuuck no. He won't use toys on you but he'll allow you to have them to pleasure yourself for when he isn't around. Even though he doesn't care much for masturbating, himself, he does want to make sure that you have the bliss you want.

U - Unfair

Unfair in the streets, unfair in the sheets! This man will not give you the 100% satisfaction of knowing whether or not you are making him happy in bed or not. He's an asshole. If you try to do the same, best believe he's hitting all the good spots for reactions.

V - Volume

Be loud, nobody cares. It's just a way for him to let everybody else know who owns your ass. (I don't get on my knees for no man. Yes, yes you do. You get on them for the most psychotic characters ever, it's unreal.)

W - Wild Card

I feel like Hyuga especially likes when you wear nothing but a hoodie and booty shorts. He's going to be staring at your ass whether or not you are in sweats, shorts, or a skirt. Bonus points if you are wearing nothing but the Daruma haori.

X - X-Ray

5 inches. Solid.

Y - Yearning

Majority of his time is spent getting high, fighting, and hanging out in his area. When it isn't, he will be home, sleeping or fucking you. That's just to say that he does try to make time for you, he's just fucking shitty at it.

Z - Zzz

Oh he's definitely falling asleep before you. Have you seen this sleepy man? He'll fall asleep anywhere.

Mutuals ♥: @talusional

#elixirol0gy #high and low fanfic #high and low #highandlowfanfic #frothing at the mouth #highandlowsmut #high and low hyuga #high and low hyuga smut #highandlowhyuga

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winters-hysteria · 2 years

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nsfw aged up f. hargreeves nsfw alphabet

you've been warned, minors din

A= Aftercare (what they're like after the act)

i feel like five would seem like he's trying not to care but seeing you laying there all pretty after he's ruined you turns on his absolute *need* to make sure you're okay

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

his favorite part of himself is his hands. they're strong and really nice looking, and he can use them to grab you/push you around roughly and/or gently pin your wrists down

fav part of you is your ass. there was this one scene (can't remember the episode) but he stared at somebody walking out the door with a really weird smile and his eyes popping out and idk i feel like he'd do the same thing to you walking out a door, just stare and then klaus walks over like "eheheheh whatcha lookin' at buddy buddy boy bro brother homie" and he's just like "oh nothing nothing that interests ur gay ass anyways"

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

he'd love to finish inside you, but even if you don't let/want him to (which he will totally respect) he likes to cum in your mouth or your breasts, even if you are a part of the itty bitty titty community

tbh i think he'd like that even more bc (he has a size kink i'll get into that next )

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

he has a SIZE KINK. a really really nearly insatiable size kink.

i believe he'd like it if his S/O was really small / petite cause it makes him look SO MUCH BIGGER than you and goddammit if he doesn't get even hornier when you're on your knees for him and he looks down to see ur pretty lil hand wrapped around his cock

E= Experience (do they know what they're doing)

seeing as i write for five in his 20s, i think he might know sort of what he's doing but he's gonna need a lot of guidance. he also likes to play dumb when it comes to touching you cause he likes seeing you touch yourself and also it helps a lot with him learning what and where to touch

F= Favorite position

uhhhh this mfer's favorite position is 100% cowgirrrrrl

he loves seeing you on top of him I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

either that or having you below him is just *AAAAAAA*

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

he can be really really serious, but this man does crack jokes in the bedroom from time to time.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

he keeps himself pretty nicely groomed, cause yk carpet matches the drapes

and also i hc that he just feels gross if he doesn't

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

god oh god oh god

the can be *SO* rough, but during nights when he has you all to himself, it's slow, sensual,,,, mmmmmmm yummy

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

he does this whenever you're not around, but his right hand will never ever evah substitute for the feeling of your warmth clenching around him.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

bondage, daddy, sadomasochistic power top, dom/sub vibes, possibly a little bit of wax play, definite knife play, coffee kink, mommy kink mommy kink mommy KINK, power play, size kink, choking kink, degradation/praise, roleplay

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

literally anywhere but prefers his bed or yours so he can tie you up

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

you could probably wave to him and he'd be half hard, like baby you don't need to do anything just move two steps to the left and ur gonna get your pussy pounded

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won't do)

he absolutely will not get you pregnant, bitch. you've got a world to save, he doesn't have time to be a dad.

scat, piss, vomit, necro, that type of stuff

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

fuc-king hell he loves giving, but won't ever say no to a good ol' bj

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

he can last a l o n g time.

he also won't change his pace unless you beg for it

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

he likes quickies, but really prefers to go nice and soft and slow with you

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

he's open to it, but ya know he doesn't want to hurt you.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

im saying about ten or so and then he gets tired

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

has a whole ass collection of bad dragon products to use on you

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

oh lord this man will tease you until you are barely conscious..

"you like that little slut?"

the HEAVY breathing *UH*

when you do dominate him, he loves to be teased and will literally scream your name when you finally let him cum.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

definite heavy panting, but since he doesn't really have a filter he moans a lot too

he will degrade/praise tf outta you baby

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

okay but he wants you to top him.

he gets tired of topping sometimes and just wants to let you take over.

so do it, baby.

do it.

X= X-ray (what's down below in dem pants)

i'm thinking he's a little above average, 7 inches or so

thick, veiny, and a pretty pink head :>

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

he is ALWAYS horny and always looking for some way to grind against you or just fuck the shit outta you

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

so he falls asleep about an hour after because that's when his body just starts to shut down, but he doesn't realise that so sometimes he'll be standing upright doing something and then all the sudden you have to catch him bc he just fell asleep standing

#five hargreeves smut #7-up tag #7 up tag #number five smut #umbrella academy

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dballzposting · 3 months

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CHICHI IS INSANE

I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT VIDEL SAYS THAT ??!! She doesn't say anything that explicit in regular DBZ (This is Kai). Even in the subbed version of Kai she doesn't say that.

Interesting verb of choice. There are many ways to communicate what she did, but using the verb "jump" as a transitive verb is honestly one of the nicest ways to put it, obviously it's vulgar but you don't rope in other expletives to make it so, and it's a nice and common verb in its regular usage.

To be honest the only noteworthy (perhaps just the only?) time that I've heard it used that way was in Smokey And The Bandit (1977). Videl has definitely seen that movie and she definitely has thoughts on it. Her father definitely has it on DVD and then also Blue-ray

Chichi changes her tune as soon as she finds out that Videl has money. VERY TYPICAL CHICHI BEHAVIOR.

Gohan is sitting there trying to eat very politely because they have company and he wants to look normal. He does not do anything about the drama of his mother because she is the matriarch and he cannot tell her to mind her manners in any way shape or form or else he'll get the spoon

Gohan Spits Rice All Over Goten's Face and Goten barely even blinks about it. Doesn't even wipe his face. Completely unperturbed. The most he does is that he arrests all activity while it's happening but then as soon as it's over he jumps in with what he's excited to say, much more concerned with the emotional impact of what he's heard rather than the physical impact of what just happened to him.

ALREADY-WROTE-THE-POST EDIT: I raised the audio and exported the video again and I just noticed THE COUGH AND GIGGLE. This is arguably worse. He's not even startled enough to momentarily freeze. He spits and laughs through it. There is nothing that can unsettle this kid

We've repeatedly seen in Goten both an innate sense of justice and a healthy aggression in regards to defending that (off the top of my head: when he demanded that Gohan stop making fun of him that he couldn't fly, when he gets mad at Trunks for breaking the rules during their tournament battle, when he YELLS AT VEGETA when Vegeta knocks Trunks out), but this rice thing is fine. It doesn't at all register as a breach of his boundaries. Sensory wise he is totally okay with it. There was a scene earlier on where he was laughing while a dinosaur licks his face. He's totally cool with this sort of stuff

Honestly he probably gets it, he's done it before. I'm sure that there have been times where he was eating too fast (every time) and then he slips up and starts choking and he has to slam his hand on the table like a grown man and turn to the side and hack onto the floor. And then maybe he offers an "excuse me" to be polite if his mother gives him a chastising look, but otherwise he just goes right back to wolfing shit down. So honestly Gohan spitting rice all over and across the table is nothing new at all. Like Goten has definitely done that.

Again he doesn't even wipe his face before talking. Doesn't even put his bowl down or anything

#dballz posting #dballz vids #chichi #gohan #goten #videl

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borderlinebox · 1 year

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Not Today : Imagine Niragi Comforting you from a Panic Attack

Summary: You've been suffering panic attacks at the beach and after a game you started going through yet another one until someone unlikely comforts you.

Warning+A/N: Probably accidentally made it a bit too long for an imagine- It's probably ooc (BUT IT IS IN MY HANDS) for Niragi, and a kind of bad attempt at portraying a panic attack? I'm better at anxiety attacks/anxiety related things cause that's me— But I'll try my best and do some research!!

Also not proofread!

Requested (Wattpad): I'd like to ask for an imagine: The reader is on the Beach and she is suffering from panic attacks - after returning from a game she gets a very bad panic attack - and out of nowhere it is Niragi who knows to comfort her and who shows her that she doesn't have to be scared of him.

Feedback is highly appreciated!!!

It was ironic of that man to have saved your life. As far as you know, he doesn't care about anyone or anything other than a gun in his hand.

The way he looked at you with that troubled look in his eye and nodded at you as a signal to 'get up'. It didn't make much sense.

People could totally assess that as a normal behavior but it wasn't for him. I mean come on, out of all people -

You found yourself choking on air and shaking on the ground. Just like that you were ripped away from your thoughts as the feeling of another panic attack gripping at you from the pit of darkness that was your room.

You felt as though you were losing everything around you.

Like the ground was swallowing you whole.

You felt like you were gonna be sick.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you felt like attacking everything but also wanting to just break down and succumb to this darkness knowing that you can't stop it.

Just before you were about to lose all of your control, you heard your bedroom door swing open - creating a big noise at it hit the wall.

This immediately triggered you to try and weakly crawl to your bedside while you struggled to scream out 'Stay Back'.

But what you weren't expecting was somebody to gently put their hands on your shoulders and proceed to softly shake you while calling out your name - asking you to calm the fuck down.

He worried that he was being a little too harsh so he started to gently caress your cheek and pet your head as they brought you closer to their body.

"God-damnit, Y/N, breath." They muttered out rather intensely, but it was because they started to panic in worry too.

You struggled to follow their instructions as a few tears escaped your eyes.

"Y/N, listen. to. me. I'm fucking real and I'm here, okay?" The male voice said, trying to make you look at him but the water in your eyes and the tornado in your brain couldn't make out his face. "I'm fucking real, you got that?"

But then you started to feel the panic drift away, letting go of it's harsh grip on you.

You started to feel and get in touch with your surroundings again as the man kept gently rocking you back and forth in his arms, proving to you that he was very real and that you could get pass your attack and breath. You looked up at him to say thank you until,

Niragi

You swore to God, you almost screeched.

You tried to yelp and crawl away from him this time until he took your wrist in his hand. You thought he was going to start calling you names and crap but he had genuine worry in his eyes. But why?

"Y/N! Y/N, please." He muttered out to you and surprisingly; you obliged. "I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?"

It was unnatural of you to trust someone. Especially if that someone was him. But there was just something different about him right now that made you completely believe him.

And with that, you decided to let him scrape you back into his arms as he helped you calm down from that panic attack.

"Why- Why'd you?" You couldn't complete your own sentences. "I thought you're-"

"What, Heartless? A monster?" Niragi chuckled, "Yeah, well, maybe not today. Not with you."

#aib #alice in borderland #aib x reader #alice in borderland x reader #niragi x reader #aib niragi x reader #x reader #imagine #box writes #i honestly don't even like niragi but gotta give the people what they want <3 #he was probably standing outside your door the whole damn time because he was planning to confess to you #but like in a big tsundere way because thats him #like contemplating there while his forehead on the door #until he heard like choking noises and banging noises from the inside #just lil personal hcs lololol #aib imagines

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justrandomfanfictionskh · 1 year

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Mary Todd pt 4

ao3, beginning, previous

Jason watched as a fluttering of red skirts disappeared into the crowd. He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it. That was her. That was his sister. This was not how they were supposed to meet. This was not how it was supposed to go. They were never supposed to see each other. She was never supposed to know about him. A gambit of emotions churned inside his head and stomach. One minute he thought he was going to throw up, the next he thought he was to kill everyone around him. He fought with the pit madness as he began taking deep breaths. He closed his eyes, and focused on Dr. Leslie's words. "One emotion at a time Jay. Just focus on one emotion at a time."

Well he was proud, obviously. Mary had grown up to be a beautiful, intelligent, skilled, and incredible young woman. She was everything he knew she could be and more. When she had gushed over her friends and her designs, Jason thought that his chest would burst. Each piece was remarkable, and her eyes lit up as she described every hidden detail and frustrating effort. Getting out of Gotham was the best thing that could have ever happen to her, and Jason refused to think otherwise.

But of course, Roy had to ruin it. He was flirting with his sister! Granted he didn't know about their relationship, but still! Jason was furious. He was tempted to give into the pit madness right then and there, if it meant that Roy Harper would stay the hell away from Mary. He was trying to keep her away from danger, not drag her into it blindfolded. And if Roy was just having a laugh, then that was worse! The more he thought about it, the more murderous he became. So he let the emotion wash over him, and tried to focus on the next one.

Unfortunately, the last emotion was the worst one of all. It was disgust. He was feeling complete and utter disgust. His little sister had died. She had died! The whole point of staying away and making sure no one could ever connect with them, was ensure her safety. Instead she had died! She had died repeatedly, and he had been none the wiser. No, that wasn't right. He had known about the akumas. Two years after finding her, he had learned what was happening. But there were no casualty reports, no collateral damage, and Ladybug had fixed everything. He had checked the LadyBlog religiously, to make sure that Mary was never akumatized, and he took that as a sign that she was happy, and well loved. He thought she was safe. But she wasn't. She had died, and he hadn't been there. She had been hurt, and he hadn't protected her. She had suffered, and he hadn't even thought to go to Paris himself to look over the situation. His stomach twisted at the thought, as the bitter thoughts of self loathing threatened the pit madness again. He could already see the tinge of green creeping into his vision.

"Hey," Roy said with equal parts annoyance and concern. "What is up with you? Do you know that girl?"

"No," Jay muttered into his drink, his voice was choked and strained, but he forced the words out as he focused on Roy and the feel of the glass in his hand. "No, she's a total stranger."

Roy looked at him suspiciously, but he didn't push. Jason downed his drink. It wasn't a lie. She was a stranger. Her name wasn't Mary any more, it was Marinette. They had spent a life time apart, on completely different paths. She didn't even recognize him. How could she have? She probably didn't even remember him, and that was ok---Liar! a part of him that sounded suspiciously like Dick thought, You want her to remember you. It hurt you, when she didn't know you. You wanted her to recognize you! Stop lying to yourself. She does remember you! She remembers the story!" But Jason just shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. We should focus on why we're here."

Roy shrugged and let him change the subject. "Alright, but I don't know why we're bothering. I mean it's not like the entire Justice League isn't here! And besides it's not like we're in Gotham or anything. Not even the Joker would be crazy enough to attack this party."

"Maybe not," Jason said as he watched Oliver and Bruce disappear from the socialite crowd. "But you know B."

"Hmm," Roy agreed and they sipped their drinks as the ceremony began. "Not that I can complain. I've always wanted to visit Paris."

Jason almost killed Roy again, when he noticed that the archer was not watching the stage underneath the Tower, but scanning the crowds with a dopey smile, and a mischievous look. "forget about her, Roy," Jason scowled.

"What--" Roy began but Jason interrupted.

"Just forget about her! We have a job to do."

Roy gave him an incredulous look, but Jason decided to focus all of his attention on what was happening on the now bustling stage. He didn't want to commit murder that night, but their wasn't much to distract him. The Mayor said some words. The President said some words, and then introduced the Justice League. They arrived in typical dramatic League fashion, descending from on high amidst billowing capes and glowing auras, and Superman said some words to the President. Somehow Big Blue managed to be apologetic, dignified, and cheerful in under ten words, and Jason was impressed. The crowd applauded politely (they seemed less than impressed with the League) before the Mayor introduced the guests of honor.

Now this part Jason was interested in. He had never seen the heroes in person, and he wanted to know how they would handle the spot light. The answer was, with dignity. They swung in by leaping off the Eiffel Tower, and the reserved polite crowd of the elite screamed and cheered for their arrival, when they had greeted the League with polite applause. However, nothing went amiss, and nothing particularly shocking happened, except for Chat Noir declaring that, "Due to complications as a result from the final battle" he was no longer fit for fulltime duty, and would therefore be stepping down from a fulltime roll, to a parttime roll. The crowd cried their support, as Ladybug accepted his resignation. And the cries quickly turned to cheers, as wonder Woman formally invited the young heroine into the League as a senior member. Both women had the biggest smiles on their faces as Ladybug shook Wonder Woman's hand, and the fireworks started.

All of Paris would be celebrating tonight. All of Paris would be toasting their heroes and the defeat of their enemy. But Jason. Jason just wanted to go home. He watched the the League usher Ladybug and Chat Noir to the "Heroes only party" and decided that it was time to go back to Gotham. He had tempted fate one too many times tonight, and it was time to throw in the towel. He had seen his sister. She had suffered. There was nothing he could do about that except to redouble his efforts in protecting her. Starting with making sure she never saw him again. Everything about him was too dangerous. He was too dangerous. This night just proved it. She was better off without him.

Two Weeks Later (Literally the day after Ladybug officially joined the JL)

Ladybug strode down the halls of the Watchtower with a purpose. She waved to those heroes she knew and smiled to those she did not, but she was not stopping for anyone or anything. She was now officially a member of the Justice League International. Not only that, but she was a senior member! She had a personalized chair at the big fancy conference table and everything. Most Leaguers, only sat in or helped when their expertise was required. She would be involved in every major decision, and event as a leading member. She had fought the decision at first, content to just be another random super hero among the ever growing ranks. But Diana had argued that she had earned the right to have a chair at the table. Apparently, she had fought an enemy that would have given Superman pause, which combined with her age, the power she wielded, and her rank as Guardian, meant that any lower position would be seen as an insult, to any worthy warrior.

Ladybug didn't know about all that, and to be honest she didn't care. At least she didn't care at that moment. Because right then, at that very moment, all she cared about was getting to the computer room and looking up her adoption records. She had tried with Chloe's resources, but apparently they were sealed. She didn't know by whom, so the heiress had no one to complain to. However, that didn't matter anymore, because now Ladybug was the one with the infinite resources. And the first thing she was going to do with them, was find her brother.

She was surprised when it didn't work. She did everything right. She went onto one of the private computers, typed in her login, searched for Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She found her name, her address, her social media, her business, her medical history, her school records. But when she tried to access her adoption records...nothing. Ladybug blinked and scowled. This was not how this was supposed to go. She tried again. And again. But still nothing. she tried form different computers, different logins, different IP addresses, different database. Still, she could find nothing that she couldn't find from a visit to the courthouse. Ladybug huffed and scowled as she sat back, trying to decipher what it all meant. The fact that she couldn't find information, that she knew was there was...concerning. What did it mean? She was stewing over the problem, staring at a screen that declared, "Information not Found" when a friendly face interrupted her thoughts.

"Hey LB!" Wonder Girl said with a smile. "What are you doing here? Looking for Miraculous?"

"Not quiet yet, Merveille," Ladybug said with a smile, "But they're on my list. Why have the Amazons heard anything?"

"No," Wonder Girl said leaning against the desk, "You just seemed super frustrated, and I usually only see you like that when your dealing with a Miraculous, or a liar, or Queen Bee. Or all three. You want to tell me what's up? Maybe I can help!"

Ladybug considered it, and smiled. She liked Cassie, and Diana. All of the Amazons had become very dear to her, since they had offered to train her. Cassie had even come to Paris to help train the rest of her team. Not that the League needed to know that, since their guilt over abandoning Paris had led to some pretty interesting results. So she nodded and gestured to the monitor. "A friend of mine was adopted, and is now trying to find her birth family. Well her brother specifically, I don't think she has any interest in meeting her birth parents. But every time I try to find the records..." She let the blank screen finish her sentence.

Cassie furrowed her brow looking between Ladybug and the screen. "This isn't good LB. I don't know why, but genealogy research tends to take some pretty dark and complicated turns in the hero community. It's like fate or something. Just ask Super Boy."

"Which one?"

"Exactly...Look do you trust this friend?"

Ladybug smiled, "With everything."

"Ok then I'll give you my honest opinion. If the records are sealed so deep that not even the JL servers can find them, then that can only mean one thing. Your friend did not have a normal adoption. This can mean a few things. One: They have family that's a hero and she's being hidden from the villains. Two: They have family that's a villain and she's being hidden from the heroes. Or three: some sick wacko is running an experiment and she is being hidden from the heroes and villains. Or some twisted version of all of the above. Either way, this doesn't look good for your friend."

Ladybug frowned in concern, and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She couldn't deny it. The Watchtower servers were keyed into every single database in the world, and as a senior member she had unrestricted access to all of those servers. And yet, here she was with nothing, over what seemed to be a random adoption case. Or at least it would be random, if it wasn't Marinette's case, or in other words, Ladybug's. She sighed and turned to her friend. "Thank you, Merveille. To be honest, it's hard to imagine my friend being anyone of those things, except perhaps the first one."

"Maybe, it's nothing," Wonder Girl said cheerfully, "Maybe, it's...Oh, umm...LB why is Batman coming over here? And is it just me, or is that his I'm about to kill the Joker face?"

"I'm pretty sure that's his normal face," Ladybug said as she turned to face Batman. But even as she said it, and plastered on her usual carefree smile, she knew something was different about Batman. He was walking straight towards them, and everything about his posture screamed as if he was getting ready for war. As Wonder Girl straightened and looked as if she was about to flee, Ladybug forced her spine to relax, as she smiled at the Dark Knight. She tented her fingers in front of her, like a cackling movie villain, and let the plastered smile form into a smirk. "I think I'm about to get some answers," she said as the empty screen flashed out of the corner of her eye.

Taglist: @laurcad123 @craftgremlin @toodaloo-kangaroo @blackroserelina @maanae @kitsun369 @idkamt @aksartisticlife

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #marinettexroy #maribat #batfam #batman #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #big brother jason #jason todd #fanfiction #wonder wonder

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