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ellemj · 5 months

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Needs & Wants - Sex Pollen Trope Pt. 9

Bucky Barnes x Reader

**Read parts 1-8 first for the full effect.**

Summary: You and Bucky find yourselves stuck in a hotel room for the night after being tailed on the way back to the compound. Your game of teasing escalates to something a little more serious than just a game.

Warnings: teasing, dry humping, unprotected sex, mutual pining, profanity, somewhat orgasm denial, edging, fingering, shower sex, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires any other warnings.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author's Note: We're getting very close to the end now. I don't know how I feel about it all yet. Thanks again to everyone who's been liking/commenting on/reblogging this series, your support means so much and I'm truly blown away by the love I've received on here over the last few days. I still don't know how the heck it happened but here we all are. Special thanks again to @littlemiss-yeehaw for helping with warnings for this series and saving my ass, and also for reading my trash before I post it lmao.

Bucky doesn’t know when he fell for you. He doesn’t know when his feelings of annoyance turned into feelings of near infatuation. He almost wishes he knew the exact moment, so he could use some kind of Stark technology to go back in time and undo it, but he’s sure you’d just as easily make him fall for you again. He sits silently in a chair in your shared hotel room, watching you intently as you make your way over to him. The straps of your dress hang loosely off your shoulders, your breasts are spilling over the top of the fabric and threatening to escape, and your hair is still a little mussed up from the physical demands of tonight’s mission. With all of that in front of him, he still can’t seem to tear his gaze away from your face. The way you smile as you laugh so softly, your lips parting and the corners turning upward just for him, it makes him feel like he’s just coming out of cryo for the first time. For a moment, the game the two of you have been playing all week is totally forgotten by him. He lets himself pretend just for a moment that you belong to him, that you’re here in this hotel room of your own free will, and you’re walking over to him right now as a girl who wants nothing else but him.

“No answer?” You ask teasingly, coming to a standing stop between his legs. Bucky’s tongue flicks out, wetting his bottom lip before sucking it between his teeth and biting down on it. His eyes stray from your face, and he takes a few seconds to admire the entirety of you. You see it this time. The pure adoration in his eyes. He isn’t looking at you with some kind of superficial lust or temporary need. No, he’s looking at you with something that screams commitment. He wants you. He wants you beyond one night in a safe house, beyond one night in a hotel after a mission-gone-sideways. You see it in his eyes and yet, you don’t hear that familiar voice in your head telling you to run for the hills. You feel something between the two of you, tugging you closer and closer.

Bucky realizes he’s been staring. He realizes that you’ve been watching him stare. He should probably say something to answer your question. You asked him if he was still hard. But why answer it out loud when he doesn’t have to? He leans forward in the chair suddenly, trailing his fingertips up the sides of your thighs as he looks up with you. Fuck, when he looks up at you like that you could just melt right into the floor. The room is beginning to feel way too hot, but its contrasting with the cool temperature of his vibranium fingertips on your skin and you kind of like it. Bucky lets his hands slide behind your thighs now, and you know exactly what he’s about to do. You brace your hands on his shoulders as he pulls you forward by his hold on the backs of your thighs, guiding you to spread your legs and straddle his lap in the chair. Every single nerve ending in your skin is on fire, so much so that you hear fire alarms going off in your mind. What the hell are the two of you doing? There’s no chemical influencing you this time, no severe pain forcing you to keep going just to find some relief. So, why are you straddling your almost completely naked partner in a hotel room right now?

Because you fucking want to.

You fully relax on his lap now, and that’s when you feel just how hard he is beneath you. You can make out the outline of his cock as it presses firmly against your still bare pussy. Your panties are still sitting on top of his suit jacket in the bathroom, thankfully. Bucky runs his hands up and down your thighs, his fingertips grazing over the hem of your dress.

“You’re sitting on your answer.” His voice is low and tense, full of anticipation. He knows where he wants this to go, but he doesn’t know where your head is really at right now. Do you want the same thing? Do you want him in the same way that he wants you or are you just playing the game? He’s dying to know, but the man sucks at emotional communication. He’d never outright ask you. Thus, he’s determined to fuck it out of you.

“I am.” You respond breathily. You know you shouldn’t do it, but you can’t help yourself. You tighten your grasp on his shoulders and grind down against his cock, closing your eyes as you focus on how good the sudden friction feels between your legs. As much as he wants to throw you down on the bed and do whatever it takes to make you scream his name, he lets you have control for now. He watches you closely as you continue grinding your wet cunt back and forth along his clothed cock, your face contorting with pleasure, your chest rising and falling quickly as you let out the quietest little moans.

“Is that all you need?” Bucky asks, sliding his hands up until they’re resting on your hips. You want to say yes but fuck it, why lie?

“No…” Your voice comes out soft and gentle. You slow your grinding movements as you lean down and press your lips to his jawline. “I need more.” Bucky clenches his jaw and you feel the muscle there contracting beneath your kisses. Will he give you more? Of course he fucking will. He’ll give you anything.

“You need more…” His voice trails off and you feel his flesh hand leaving your hip, ghosting over your thigh, and finding its way beneath the thin fabric of your dress between your legs. “Here?” He asks, letting his fingertips glide over your clit. You feel the sensitive nerves there igniting and joining the rest of your body in flames. Nodding your head, your grind down against his hand, losing your mind over how good it feels.

“Fuck.” You moan the word out slowly. Bucky’s in heaven. Or almost in heaven. He sits there underneath you, watching as you get yourself off on his hand, using your pretty voice to tell him how good it feels. He’s teetering on the edge of obsession at this point. In one swift move, he steals his hand away from where you need it most and grips your thighs as he rises from the chair. His name leaves your lips in a squeal as he lays you back on the bed, crawling over you so he doesn’t have a chance to miss the feeling of your body against his.

“Have you thought about this as much as I have?” His question alone feeds the fire inside you. You let your hands travel up his sides until they find their way to his jawline, then you pull him down to your mouth. Holy shit. You forgot how good he tastes. You forgot how good he is with his tongue. You refuse to stop kissing him even to take a breath. When he finally pulls back from you, you gasp for air, your cheeks and nose blushing pink as he stares down at you.

“I’ve thought about this every single day.” You admit, trying to pull him back down for another kiss. He fights your advance, and instead pushes himself off of the bed.

“Get up.” He orders you, taking a few steps toward the bathroom but keeping his eyes on you. You prop yourself up on your elbows, narrowing your eyes at him. What the fuck is he up to?

“Was all of that seriously just a tease?” You demand to know. There’s no way he did all of that and he’s just going to walk away from you now, all as a part of that fucking teasing game you’ve been playing all week.

“No, I’m going to fuck you in the shower.” He says plainly, tilting his head toward the door. Your eyes widen as the sound of the running water meets your ears. You totally forgot you left it running a few minutes earlier. He gives you every chance to refuse, but a refusal never once crosses your mind as you push yourself up off of the bed and follow him into the bathroom.

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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Profanities play on repeat in your mind as you’re pinned against the shower wall, with one of your legs hitched up around Bucky’s hip and his cock driving into you like it’s the first time he’s been with a woman in this century and he’s been starved of pleasure. You’re trying so hard to stay upright against him, but he’s been fucking you so hard for so long that you’re already one orgasm in and he’s yet to come undone inside you.

“I’m not going to let you fall, baby. Trust me.” Bucky whispers against your ear, letting his forehead rest on the tiled shower wall beside your head. How is he always reading your mind? He slows his thrusts and starts focusing on his depth and angle instead of his speed. Suddenly, he hits a spot inside you that has you crying out his name with such desperation that he feels his cock twitch harder than it ever has before. “Shit, I need to hear that again.” He groans, thrusting into you in the exact same way he did a second before. His name begins falling from your lips like a prayer as you pepper kisses across his neck and shoulder. Your second orgasm is closing in when he slows once more, feeling how tight your walls are clenching around him and knowing you’re close.

“Bucky, stop being a tease.” You moan, pushing your forehead against his shoulder in exasperation. He chuckles and it sends a chill down your spine.

“I’m not teasing you. I’m dragging this out because…” He stops mid-sentence to thrust into you, hard. You gasp and bite down on his shoulder before he stills himself again. “I’ve thought about doing this to you the whole damn week.”

“Why didn’t you just do it?” You ask. Why didn’t he? He never once knocked on your door or made a real move. He just teased you and acted annoyed with your avoidance of him all week. “I live right across the hall from you.”

“Fuck, I know. But you’ve been avoiding me, acting like you were scared that I was falling in love with you since that night.” Bucky starts grinding his cock into you in slow circles, just feeling you. His hands are balled up in fists against the shower wall beside your head. Right. You forgot that that’s why he thought you were avoiding him. Truly though, it never really crossed your mind that he might’ve been falling for you. You were just scared that you were falling for him.

“I’m sorry.” That’s the first time he’s ever heard an apology leave your lips, meant just for him. Not that you’ve ever owed him one before, but something about seeing your walls broken down in front of him like this scratches at his heart. He doesn’t ever want to hear you apologize again. Besides, you don’t need to be saying sorry right now. He was falling in love with you. If that’s why you were avoiding him, then you were right, and he didn’t see any reason why you should be apologizing.

“No, no, don’t say that.” He mumbles against your shoulder. He starts thrusting his cock into you with the most shallow thrusts, and it’s driving you insane. What he wants to say next is you were right, I was falling in love with you. But of course, he doesn’t say that. Instead, he straightens up and crashes his lips into yours, saying everything that he wants to say with a passionate, burning kiss. The moment escalates to Bucky holding you up, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and his cock fucking you into the shower wall so hard that you’re seeing stars behind your tightly closed eyes. You lose every inhibition as you climb the mountain to your second orgasm, you lose every fucking thought in your head that would keep you from saying the most vulnerable, revealing thing you could possibly say as you both race toward a breaking dam.

“I’ve been falling since that night.” You say between moans. The words float around the air between the two of you and for a moment, you’re not even sure if they actually came out of your mouth. Your voice sounded so far away when you said it. You expect Bucky to slow down, maybe even to stop fucking you entirely, since you’ve just done the stupid emotional thing and mixed sex with feelings. However, Bucky only speeds up, thrusting into you with so much need and want that his orgasm comes barreling at him before he has a chance to pull out.

“Fuck, I’m cumming.” He groans against your lips, pressing soft kisses against them after the words have left his mouth. He continues to move his hips into you, coaxing your orgasm right to the edge before snaking his hand between the two of you and rubbing small circles against your clit until you cum so hard that he can feel your entire body shaking between him and the wall.

I’ve been falling since that night. Fuck, that’s everything he wanted to hear.

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angel-eyes05 · 20 days

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What's In A Name

pairing: roronoa zoro x fem!reader

summary: as a master thief, you pride yourself on never getting caught. that is until you're caught by the straw hats as you try stealing from their ship. unable to turn you in to the authorities just yet, they'll have to make due with storing you on the going merry in the meantime. but, your time in confinement has allowed you to get particularly close to a certain swordsman. how close the two of you get is to be decided though.

warnings/info: nsfw mdni, oral sex (fem receiving), alcohol consumption, drunk/tipsy sex, face riding, my own sex headcanons for zoro are VERY clear here lmao ,takes place in between jaya and skypiea (please pretend theres more time at sea in between those arcs cause this will not work otherwise OK THANKS), this is for the pre-time skip zoro girlies (he's 19 pre-time skip dont come for me), no use of y/n, the first half of this is just cute shenanigans between reader and the straw hats. its a lot of character building stuff but i like it.

word count: 6.3k

notes: HI GUYS IM BACK IVE MADE MY RETURN I FOUND SOMETHING TO WRITE ABOUT!!!! and its the longest fic ive ever written too god damn what a comeback lmao. ok so i started watching one piece and im head over heels in love with this man...but i'm only up to water 7 rn so i only know how to properly write for pre-time skip zoro so thats how this is gonna go. i was looking for zoro/one piece fics to read but theyre literally all established relationship ones which aren't my cup of tea so im doing it myself lmao. also i didnt proofread i got too lazy sorry if some stuff doesnt make sense sorry sorry sorry but im a simple lazy tired girlie lmao enjoy!!

dividers by: @cafekitsune

You didn’t know any of their names.

You had been aboard the Going Merry for about three weeks now, and you still hadn’t learned anyone’s names. Granted, your reason for being there wasn’t to make friends anyway. That wasn’t particularly easy to do, being tied up in some storage closet and all.

Being one of the few residents who actually lived on Jaya had allowed you to pick up a skill or two when it came to stealing. Pirates with big bounties and even bigger treasures left their ships unattended at the docks, leaving you with some perfect quick heists from time to time. Some steals were easier than others. As much as you believed in your talents, most of the time your ability to get out unscathed was based purely on the luck of the draw. It wasn’t an easy life, many recent nights leaving you with more injuries than berries and gold pieces, but it was all you knew having lived here for so long.

After having taken a break from heists for a bit, you finally laid your eyes on a ship worth stealing from. A pirate ship with a goat out in front and seemingly orange trees next to the helm. Most of the ships at the dock had been there for a while, leaving the pirates on board used to your tricks already. Being low on cash was another factor. So, after a bit of planning, you made your way onto the ship.

Earlier, you had found that one of the windows to a cabin had been left open, so you decided to make your entrance through there. You gathered your things and dove into the crystal blue water by the dock. Once you made it to the back of the ship, you took your rope, with your own handmade grappling hook at the end, and swung it to hook on the window sill. Luckily for you, it stuck the landing on the first try. You smirked to yourself and used the hook as leverage to climb up onto the ship. Unfortunately, this seemed to be the ship’s bathroom. Not super ideal. You’d have to venture more out into the ship. But with this came the risk of getting caught. Given your dire circumstances though, it was a risk you were willing to take.

With an attempt to make as little creak as possible, you slightly opened the door into the rest of the interior. Coast was clear so far. Suddenly, a shake rattled throughout the interior. You tumbled onto the floor, pushing open a door due to your unbalance. What the fuck was that, you thought to yourself. It quickly became no matter though, when you noticed the door had opened up to a room with a treasure chest tucked away in the back. Jackpot. You slyly made your way into the room and shut the door behind you.

The room was neatly kept, with bookshelves, a couch, two sleeping hammocks, and a desk with navigation tools on it. There was even a bar. Though temptation pursued at you, you had to stay on task. While making your way over to the chest, you heard different creaks vibrating across the walls of the ship. You prayed to yourself that it was just the wood’s reaction to the waves. As you had predicted, the chest was locked, so you searched your bag for anything that could key the lock.

Time became of the essence quickly as the thuds and creaks on the ship grew louder and louder. Finally, the lock to the chest made a perfect click, as the chest unlocked. You lifted the roof of the chest to find a sight for sore eyes: jewels and gold galore. This was it, you were set. You were so in awe with the vision before you, that you had failed to notice the woman standing behind you. The image you saw in one of the emeralds was a tall figure, with jet-black hair just below her shoulders, and dazzling blue eyes. “Looking for something?” the woman questioned, almost sarcastically. You seemed to have forgotten rule number one of thieving. Remember to lock the door behind you.

Quick on your feet, you whip around to throw a punch in her face, but her reflexes seem to be quicker than yours by the way she catches your fist. You then attempt to kick out her legs. The image you see next shakes you to your core. A hand, seeming to appear out of thin air, attaches itself to your calf. The hand then slowly raises your fear-frozen body into the air, dangling you upside down like a party toy. You attempt to throw more hits at her, all seeming to be in vain though. You kick and scream, like a child throwing a tantrum, in an attempt to get out. The woman looks out into the hallway and signals over another one of her companions. Fuck, this is turning sour fast. Before you can make out any other features of the man, besides his cartoonishly long nose, he uses his slingshot to pelt a rock towards your forehead. Your vision goes black as the rest of the pirates rush into the room.

The rough fibers of the rope tying your wrists together were the first thing you felt as you woke up. This was quickly followed by the underlying nausea from the waves rocking the boat, reminding you why you preferred to stay on land. You attempted to stand up, but your dizziness and the rope tying you to the floor weren’t letting you get very far. Suddenly, the door to whatever room you were in swung open, and the group of 7 pirates living on board entered the room. You slinked yourself along the back wall, attempting to disappear into your skin. You weren’t sure what felt worse: The fear of what they were going to do to you, or the embarrassment that you had been doing this for so long and still got caught.

Nope, definitely the embarrassment.

The man, no boy was a better word to describe him, standing in the middle of them attempted to speak to you before a woman with short orange hair cut him off. “If you think we’re gonna let you get off easily just because we’re also pirates, you’d be sorely mistaken!” she spoke, fiery anger lacing her words. The tall woman from earlier put her hand on her shoulder, calming her down, and walked out towards you. You tried to scoot away as much as you could as she crouched down to your level.

“Listen, we want this to be over as much as you do. We would love nothing more than to get you off our ship and drop you off at the nearest island. But unfortunately for us, that would mean having to find a group of marines to hand you over to, who we aren’t the best of friends with right now. And we can’t drop you back off at Jaya since we’re too far by this point. So, for now, we’ll just have to keep you tied down here if that works out with you.” You began to speak before the woman cut you off. “You don’t have much of a choice in the matter by the way.”

She stood back up and began to exit the room, the other pirates following her except for two. The boy with the straw hat and another man, with striking green hair and three swords lying in a holster on his belt. The boy looked somberly at you as if he was against this whole idea. But the green-haired one just stared at you. As uncomfortable as it made you feel, you couldn’t help staring back into his piercingly soft eyes. “Come on, let’s go,” the green-haired man said to the boy, finally breaking eye contact and turning his back to leave. The boy followed him shortly after. As he closed the door, you had nothing left to focus on except for the itchiness of the rope, the empty stuffiness surrounding the storage room, and your worsening seasickness.

The following weeks had the same routine. Each of the pirates on board took individual shifts watching you during the day when they were just out at sea. The strange reindeer creature would watch you when they were out on islands. The first shift was taken by the tall black-haired woman. She would come in at the break of dawn to make sure you didn’t find some way to escape at night. You two would sit in silence for a little more than two hours, asking and answering some questions before switching spots with the blonde one. His company was strange, with him hitting on you at random points in your conversations, but he always brought you breakfast in the morning. As much as he made you uncomfortable sometimes, you couldn’t deny that his cooking was the best you’d had in years. He’d even let you take a hit off his cigarettes if you ever asked, so his visits had its perks.

The next shift was taken by the orange-haired one. The first thing she would always do when walking into the room was ask you how creepy the blonde one was. The answer varied on the day. Once she warmed up to you, she would bring you tangerines from the trees out on the deck. As the days passed, she eventually explained that the treasure you attempted to steal belonged to her, which you begrudgingly apologized for. On some level, you felt bad. These seemed to be small-time pirates, just trying to get by like you were. The more you learned about each of them, the worse you felt about your actions towards them.

Around lunchtime, the long-nosed one would bring you your meal, cooked again by the blonde man. This member would go into detail about his next invention he was working on in his workshop. You admired his passion and energy towards his craft. His rants and rambles were normally interrupted by the reindeer creature coming in for his shift, causing intense, yet entertaining, arguments to break out between the two of them. The reindeer was the sweetest of all the crew members, always checking in on your health and helping you with your seasickness. He would talk about his home and his experiences there. You developed a pity for the creature. His presence was calming, and you felt as if you could let your guard down around him. That would change as soon as the straw hat boy would come bouncing into the room, scaring both you and the animal. You would soon come to learn the energetic boy was the captain of the ship, which shocked you. But you soon came to understand why. His crew had a massive respect for him, even if he was the root of half their problems.

Being on the ship, you got extremely close to all the pirates. Even the tall woman from before seemed to respect you in some way. You enjoyed all of their company. There was something strange about them though. One morning early in your stay on the ship, you could’ve sworn you’d heard the tall woman say something to the rest of the crew.

“Whatever you do, don’t tell her your name. Your name is your biggest secret.”

You didn’t know any of their names. You had thought you heard some of them speak it to each other in passing conversations, but not enough to remember who was who. You had bonded with them, but if someone put a gun to your head and told you to name your prison guard pirates, you’d be dead in seconds.

Except for one.

Zoro seemed to be his name. He would come in for the last shift. His presence didn’t frighten you, but it slightly intimidated you. His habit of carrying his swords everywhere he went wasn’t helping. He was silent his entire shift, normally dosing off halfway through after spending around an hour sharpening his swords You didn’t even attempt to make conversation with him. You found out his name when the captain would yell for him to get back to his sleeping quarters. “Zoro! Your shift’s done, you can sleep for real now!” he shouted across the hall the first time it happened. Zoro almost bounced up from his sleep and gave you one look before bolting out of the room to catch up to the captain. You could hear the echoes of their bickering from down the hall as you giggled to yourself. At least he didn’t seem to always be that stern.

It seemed crazy to you. His name was the only one you knew, yet you knew the least about him. He had hardly said 5 sentences to you in the three weeks you had been on the boat. His stoicism was one of the things that drew you into him though. Something about his demeanor, how intensely he would sharpen his swords, how his worries seemed to melt away the minute he escaped into a slumber, and how alive he seemed when he was with his crew. It was enticing. You wanted to know more. You attempted asking him questions about himself, but the most you would get were one to two-word answers. The most you got from him was when your seasickness finally got to you, causing you to puke up the dinner the blonde one made for you. “Woah, are you okay?” he asked concernedly, shooting up from his seat. When your only response was a cough and more puke, he ran out of the room to go get the reindeer. One thing he failed to do was close the door behind him.

You speculated your options. You had no idea where you were. You could be out in the middle of the ocean. Or you could be right about to dock at land. If you managed to scrape yourself about the ever-loosening rope and sneak out, you’d be free. You’d never have to worry about these pirates again.

At this point though, did you want to?

You took too long to decide, the reindeer rushing into the room with his medical kit, the blonde one short behind him. As the reindeer gave you a dose of medicine and cleaned up your mess and the blonde one held your hand and consoled you, your attention stayed by the doorframe. Zoro leaned against the wood, watching the work from afar. What shocked you most of all was his face. For a man who seemed so disinterested in you and your existence, his brows were furrowed, his cheeks had a light pink stain on them, and a slight frown invaded his face. He was concerned. Maybe even a little nervous. But why? He’d never shown any sort of emotion towards you before other than sleepiness. Once the reindeer and the blonde one left, he continued with his shift. You noticed something though. He sat closer to you than he normally did.

You couldn’t tell, but you were blushing the rest of his shift.

Once he left, you sat in silence, thoughts racing through your mind, until you finally fell asleep.

You noticed a change in his behavior in the next few days. When you would ask him a question, he would respond now. And with more than just a “yes” or “no” too. He had more energy around you and wouldn’t spend his whole shift asleep. He would even let out a chuckle now and then. You didn’t know what you had done differently to get him like this, but you liked him like this. He was sweeter than he let on.

Something had changed in you too though. On the occasions, you would catch yourself looking over his appearance. The more you observed, the more you realized how handsome he was. His clear, warm skin, his hypnotic eyes, his striking hair. You caught his appearance giving you butterflies when he would walk into your storage room. Your heart skipping a beat when he would give you even the smallest smile. You would stare even more when he would nap during his shift. Noticing certain things. The way his breath would hitch sometimes. How he always slept with his mouth open and would wake himself up sometimes with his dry mouth coughs. How his chest rose and fell with his soft breaths. How fighting with a sword in his mouth probably made his tongue stronger than other men you’ve met. You felt weird about it sometimes. Almost like some freakish stalker. But you would feel better about yourself whenever you would catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye.

As time went on, the crew began to give you some more freedom. The tall woman began leaving some of her archeology books in the storage room to keep you entertained. The orange-haired one would show you all her marked-up maps. The long-nosed one would even let you out of the rope to test his inventions from time to time. With the door locked of course. And then, the big display came. One day, during everyone’s shift, they told you their names. The blonde one was Sanji. The orange-haired one was Nami. The reindeer was Chopper. The long-nosed one was Usopp. Their captain was Luffy. And the tall woman, who initiated your imprisonment, was Robin. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to you. With each passing shift, you grew more excited for the next. To learn the next pirate’s name, and with that, their story. Until the last shift of the day came. And you realized.

You already knew his name.

“My name’s Zoro,” he said quietly. “I know,” you replied, bluntly.

Something felt different about this shift. You didn’t feel the same excitement you normally felt when seeing him. Without your connection to him before, his being the only name you knew, something about him just didn’t excite you as much. Now he noticed your behavior change. “You okay?” he inquired. “Mhm,” you responded in monotony. The rest of his time there was spent in silence.

You felt bad about what you were doing. This wasn’t his fault. Yet you were acting like this. It was almost as if the two of you swapped places. He was now the one trying to dig information out of you. And you gave him nothing more than blank faces and empty words. You wished you could figure out why you were acting like this, but you had no clue.

Today though, the crew was going to take an extra step towards including you. Throughout your time on the Going Merry, you had only left your little storage room prison a few times. To go to the bathroom and visit the kitchen on special occasions. But you hadn’t seen the sun in weeks. After proving to the crew you had changed, they planned a little surprise for you.

Robin woke you up earlier than usual. “Is everything ok?” you asked, still half asleep. Robin just smiled at you. “Come on, get up.” You looked at her confused, as she walked over to your restraints, untying you from the hook keeping the rope down. She took you by your restraints and walked you out to the room. The mix of drowsiness and confusion left you slightly panicked as you realized she was walking you out to the deck. She opened the door to a still-dark morning.

The rest of the Straw Hats were sitting out on the deck, just conversing and eating an extra early breakfast, courtesy of Sanji. They all turned to you once you and Robin walked out. “What’s going on,” you asked, still very confused. “On Thursdays, we all like to get up early and sit out and watch the sunrise. And we were talking about it, and we felt like you should join us this time,” Nami smiled. She stood up and pranced over to you, mouth slightly agape and speechless, and took you over to sit in between her and Zoro. You turned to Zoro, overwhelmed with emotions.

It had been so long since you felt a part of a community of people. You never exactly fit in with the ruthless bands of pirates coming and going on Jaya. Finally feeling connected to people, especially after you wronged them so horribly, brought you happiness you hadn’t felt in ages.

A singular “I-” was all you could manage to get out, a tear trickling down your cheek. “Just enjoy it. They’ll be at each other’s throats again in a minute,” he joked, getting a soft laugh out of you. He smiled gently, brushing the tear off your cheek. His finger lingered there longer than expected. You blushed. The butterflies were back and you caught yourself staring again.

“What’s that supposed to mean!” Nami interrupted. “Well, it’s true!” Zoro retorted, leaning over you to yell at Nami. The two began arguing as you noticed the sun starting to peak out over the horizon. “Shut up you two, you’re gonna make her miss it!” Usopp and Luffy yelled. They stopped bickering once they also noticed the sky begin to turn orange.

The pinks and oranges mixed together in a beautiful watercolor painting as the sun reflected its image on the ocean. The soft waves bobbed the ship up and down in a calming hypnotic motion, almost putting you back to sleep. The beauty of it all was so serene. Against popular opinion, you always preferred sunrises to sunsets. The representation of a new day beginning. It gave you hope in your most dire situations.

You lifted your head back to see the colors slowly spreading to the rest of the sky. Everyone to your right was in the same headspace you were like they were in some sort of trance. They were all cuddling against each other, Robin holding Chopper in her lap, Luffy and Usopp mimicking each other’s smiles, and Nami resting her head on Sanji’s shoulder. They all seemed so close to each other. Like a little family. Connected. You turned to Zoro to see if he was doing the same as the others, but all you found was his eyes softly gazing into yours, and his hand slowly inching towards yours. The minute he snapped out of it, he sharply turned his head and hand away and cleared his throat. You couldn't help but laugh at his schoolboy behavior. With your ego controlling your actions, you took his hand and slowly intertwined his fingers with yours. You could see a smile float onto his face out of the corner of your eye. You did the same.

The rest of the day was spent out on the deck. The feeling of the sun on your skin for the first time in weeks was euphoric. All you wanted to do was soak it all in. The Straw Hats must have been in a good mood today, because, with some extra convincing, you got them to finally take off your shackles. You spent most of the day sunbathing out on the deck with Nami. She had let you borrow one of your bikinis. You two were slightly different sizes though, so the suit was a little tight on you. You didn’t mind very much. You were just happy to be out of the same clothes you had worn for 3 weeks. Sanji didn’t mind either, ogling both you and Nami and basically worshipping the two of you. “It’s ok, he’ll get over it in a few hours,” Nami consoled. You circled the deck a few times to see if Zoro was anywhere in sight, but you couldn’t seem to find him. He probably went inside to nap away from the heat. Part of you wanted him to get the rest he deserved. The other really wanted him to see you in your outfit.

The day really took a turn when Usopp brought out the liquor from the kitchen. “I was saving that asshole!” Sanji yelled. “Oh come on, this is a special occasion!” Usopp pleaded. With some more convincing, Sanji finally gave in. You and the crew got increasingly drunk throughout the evening, Zoro eventually coming out from wherever he was napping to join the party. You all had even decided to jump into the ocean and swim around for a little bit. All except for Chopper, very sober and very nervous for any incoming sea monsters. He had managed to get you all back onto the ship with some very convincing pleading.

You and Zoro caught each other catching glimpses of one another throughout the rest of the day. Zoro admiring your figure in the swimsuit, and you ogling at the way his damp shirt hugged at his muscles. One by one, as day grew into night, crew members began to pass out on the deck, deciding to sleep outside for the night. You and the other members who wanted to go back into the cabin, Zoro and Robin, made your way back down into the ship. “Make sure you tie her back up. No hard feelings but we can’t be too careful.” Even slightly tipsy, she was still her stern old self. “Yeah whatever whatever, goodnight to you too,” Zoro drunkenly pushed off. You giggled and blushed as he took your hand and led you down the stairs into the cabin. Robin sighed to herself as she watched the two of you scamper off.

You felt your heartbeat get increasingly faster as he led you to your room. For some reason, the air in the hallway got thicker as you got closer. You blamed it on your tipsiness. But your heart slowly sank as you got to the door, realizing you had to say goodbye to Zoro for the day. He opened the door and stumbled into your room, leading you in behind him. He closed the door behind him, hesitating for a moment before going to wrap the rope back around your wrists.

He seems distressed for some reason, breathing heavily and avoiding eye contact. You look down at your hands, as he so gently maneuvers the rope around them. The butterflies begin to well up in your stomach again, the alcohol fueling their ferocity. His hands. So calloused yet so gentle. You can smell the remnants of sake exuding from Zoro’s heavy breaths. You looked back up at him. Were you two always standing this close together? You the butterflies keep rising and rising. You don’t know what to do with yourself. You’re not sure if you should run, kiss him, punch him, but you have to do something before you implode. Until. He stops.

The rope undoes itself in his hands as he freezes. His hands are shaking, his breath is heavy, and his eyes avoid yours like the plague. You were just getting antsy but Zoro seemed in distress. “Hey?” you ask, lowering your hands and dropping the rope to the floor. “Zoro?” You take your hand under his chin and lift his eyes to yours. You might throw up at any second. His eyes are so softly intense.

He brushed his thumb against your cheek, sending chills down your spine. You both want the same thing. Both of you are just too scared to take the chance. “It’s ok. You’re okay,” you reassure him, placing your hand over his heart. His heart, which happens to be underneath his bare chest, him having taken off his wet shirt earlier. His breathing slows, and his eyes move down ever so smoothly from your eyes to your plump lips. You catch yourself doing the same to him, and you inching closer to him. “You’re fine.” Closer. “We’re gonna be…fine.” Your lips barely brush each other. The gentleness of the kiss is calming though, as you notice Zoro’s breath slowing.

You brush again. And again. And again. Lips touching a little more with each meet. Until they fully interlock. The two of you melt into each other as Zoro wanders your back into a wall for support. Your kisses are structured, made to get the most out of each meeting. You’re both ravenous for each other, but you know if you go at each other like mad dogs, you won’t get what you want. So you both take your time getting to know the feeling of the other person’s mouth. You slip a moan out as Zoro’s tongue seeps between your lips. His kisses get slightly more sloppy as he runs his hands down your body. He feels the underneath of your breasts, the curves of your waist and hips, and finds a nice resting place under your ass. Your hands roam his cheeks and jaw, making their way to tug slightly on his moss-colored hair.

“Needed this,” Zoro whispers in between kisses. “Needed you so badly. But I didn’t know how.” He separates his lips from yours and plants kisses and hickeys along your jaw and neck. “I was always just too nervous for some reason. You make me so nervous.” His hands find their way into your bikini bottom and fondle your asscheeks, getting a low moan out of you. The alcohol must’ve given him a confidence boost. “Good to see you found your footing now,” you whisper in his ear. He chuckles, the butterflies speeding up in your stomach.

The two of you stay here for a little bit. Hell, you could stay like this for hours. Just soaking each other in. Feeling his warmth brought a fire into your soul. You could tell Zoro was getting a little antsy though, one of his hands moving from your back to your front, beginning to slowly circle your clit. The other hand went to your bikini, untying the back and letting it fall to the floor as his mouth moved to your breast. Waves of pleasure crashed through your body as you let him do his work. “God, you sure this is your first time?” you moaned out. He removed his mouth from your nipple to talk. “Never said it was, sweetheart. You just assumed it.” “Well from the loner vibe you got going on mixed with being on this ship 24/7, you can’t blame me for thinking that.” “Well the loner vibe worked on you, so who’s to say it hasn’t worked on others?” he smirked. You laughed to yourself as he got down on his knees.

Zoro slipped off your bikini bottom, completing the set on the floor. He kissed your v-line with the same softness he treated your lips to. He sat back on his knees for a moment to catch his breath, looking up at you, as if to ask for permission. You held your hand out to his cheek and rubbed it with your thumb. His eyes closed as he placed his hand over yours, as if you would ever take it away from him. God now this was a sight you could get used to. He was so infatuated with you it made your heart ache. He was right here at your disposal, yet you wanted more of him. So you bent down and gave him a sloppy forehead kiss. Once you were back up, he decided to go in.

Like most things he does, he started slow and controlled. He kissed and sucked on your inner thighs. Once his hand finally left your clit, you knew he was ready. He kissed your cunt, using his tongue to lick up your wetness. You could pass out right now if you had less self-control. Whimpers and moans left your lips, your hips naturally starting to grind against his nose, relieving the ache in your clit. You let him know what felt good by the tugs and yanks you put in his hair. He was a natural. Your guess about his tongue earlier was right too. “You taste so good, just as I imagined,” Zoro breathed onto your lips. You could tell he was starting to lose his composure with the way he continued to bury his face into your pussy. Your cunt naturally tightened around his tongue as he tasted you. Your hips began to buck into his face as your grinding pace increased, the butterflies turning into a white heat you felt getting stronger and stronger. Your bud was becoming more swollen by the second. Your grip on his hair tightened to make up for your failing knees.

You wouldn’t be able to take much more. Zoro wouldn’t either, his hand making its way into his pants to relieve his own bulge. His pace got faster to match your grinds. The smack of your lips against his tongue, mixed with both of your moans, was pornographically loud. Suddenly, the situation of Robin or another crew member hearing became an apparent one to you. That worry quickly left your mind once one of Zoro’s hands made its way to fondle your nipple. If he asked you to follow him anywhere right now, you might just do it if it meant this every other night. You felt he knew your body better than you did. “So pretty. So good for me. You make this so easy,” Zoro groaned between licks. “Zoro god fuck me please!” Your final whimper sent you over the edge as you wailed and came all over his perfect face. He licked up your juices as he finished his own job as well. Your knees finally gave out as you fell on top of him, into his arms.

He brought you down gently, straddling you on his lap as you wrapped your arms around him. He traced his cum soaked hand across your back and kissed your nape. You were more exhausted than expected, almost passing out in the crook of his neck. Even now, he was so gentle with you. “You did so good, darling,” he praised, kissing your earlobe. “Want…more…want you…inside me,” you managed to get out. He just laughed and pushed you up to look at you. “If you took me right now, I don’t think you’d wake up tomorrow morning. Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open, sweetheart,” he teased. You pouted. “Oh, you feel that proud of yourself?” your drunkenness fueling your frustration. “No no no, sweetheart,” he chuckled. Once your frown didn’t change, he stopped laughing and pressed a kiss deep into your forehead. “I’m sorry. What I meant was, if I fucked you with everything I have left right now, which is the only way I would want to do it, this floor would leave us with sore backs for weeks.” You stayed frowning. “I want to fuck you right, the way you deserve. And I can’t do it for you right now.” You pouted more at him. He smiled up at you and leaned in closer to your ear. “If you trust me, I promise I’ll make it worth your while. You’ll be walking funny for weeks.” God, you almost came again just now. You didn’t notice how much your jaw dropped until Zoro laughed at you. You couldn’t help but laugh back in tune with his infectious laughter.

He kissed you with a fever behind his lips, then scanned the room around the two of you. “What’s wrong?” you drowsily asked. The exhaustion from you coming, the sleepiness brought by the alcohol, and how late it was getting was starting to overpower you. Zoro didn’t respond. He just grabbed your swimsuit and helped you put it back on, tightened your legs around his hips, and hoisted you up as he stood. You decided to ask questions once you had a clearer idea of what was happening. He opened the door and walked with you down the hallway, passing the girl’s quarters and into the men’s room. He checked inside quickly before bringing you in and signaling you to bring your legs down. You confusedly followed him to his bed as he groaned, rubbed his back, and sat down on the edge of the bunk. “Wanna explain to me what you’re doing?” you asked, slightly more awake. “If you think I’m just gonna leave you to sleep alone, tied up, on that dirty floor after what we just did, then you must think I’m a really shitty guy,” Zoro quipped before getting under the covers and trying to pull you down. You put some resistance towards him though.

“B-but Zoro, I’m not supposed to be in here.”

“I know.”

“If someone catches me in here we’re both fucked.”

“They won’t catch you.”

“How do you know that?”

“I’ll wake up before Robin starts her shift.”

“Are you sure, I mean I just don’t kn-.”

“Hey.”

You stop your nervous rabbling and look at him as he sits back up. “Do you want to go back and sleep on the cold, dirty, hard floor?” You really didn’t. “No.” “Then stay here with me.” “But what if-.” “Do you trust me?”

You sure hope you did after all of that. His kind eyes reassured you in the darkness surrounding the two of you. You took a deep breath and nodded. “Do you trust me?” he asked again. “I trust you, Zoro,” you confirmed. He smiled kindly at you. “You’re fine. We’re gonna be fine.” He steadied you by placing his hands on your hips, running his hands along your waist, and pressing his lips into your tummy. You loved the way he looked at you. Like you were his whole world. It was comforting.

He took your hand and helped you into bed. You bundled yourself under the covers and wrapped yourself around his frame. He kissed your temples one more time before slipping into sleep, his light snores hypnotizing you into a slumber of your own.

The last thing you remember before dozing off was the feeling of his hands on your waist.

Everything you wanted was right here. In front of you. Straight out of a dream. Your only fear was that it would be gone once you woke up.

a/n: THIS TOOK FOREVER GOOD LORD. anyways thanks for being here for my comeback era lol. my upload schedule is NOT going to be consistent this is just a little splurge i wanted to write lol. thank you for reading i really appreciate it (i also really appreciate engagement lol please like repost comment etc im greedy). i love one piece and i love zoro. once i meet law expect all hell to break loose im gonna write so much fanfiction about him its concerning hes so fine im so excited. anyways lol thanks love you bye.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa #one piece zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x y/n #x reader #zoro x reader

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jaegersdevil · 9 months

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when bf!eren has an injury (headcanons)

with dot points this time! get excited guys

masterlist

bf!eren develops shoulder tendonitis playing basketball over time, and it flares up really bad at practice one day

you notice straight away that something is wrong because bf!eren always hugs you when he gets home from practice (sweaty and all), and he made a beeline for the bedroom instead of hanging around the kitchen like a FLY before you have to force him to have a shower

bf!eren tries to hide the pain he's in (wincing when you turn around, popping ibuprofen in the bathroom etc etc

it's only when you ask him what's wrong 17 times before he gives in and tells you (but don't worry guys 'its not a big deal')

not a big deal MY ASS

bf!eren cannot sleep, which means you don't sleep because he's tossing and turning and groaning and whining, and omfg, not a big deal, shut the fuck up

when you've finally had enough, you turn the light on and make him tell you everything that's wrong; where does it hurt? how much does it hurt? what will make you feel better? what did the team physio say?

what will make bf!eren feel better? after some crude remarks, you roll your eyes and get anti-inflam cream and an ice pack from the kitchen

while you're filling the bag with ice, 'help! i'm dying from neglect in here!' 😐

sorry? excuse me?

contrary to popular belief, i believe this man wants to be babied when he is sick, injured etc but only by you (if anyone else found out how he acts, he would resort to criminal offences)

bf!eren is very howl-esque in the sense that he is extremely dramatic when he's the bed-ridden one

when you enter the room, a reminder: it is 4am, he has his elbow thrown over his eyes, the duvet is kicked off his half-naked body, and he's sighing

your eyes are drooping from how tired you are, and bf!eren is practising dramatics 😐 at this hour 😐

you don't speak when you place the cream and ice pack on the bedside table, turn the light off, and get back in bed

bf!eren peeks an eye out from under his arm, wide awake

yes, he is very very grateful that you're helping him, but attention!!!

he craves it

he says his apologies lowly in the early dawn light, his words slurred because he's so tired and in so much pain

you roll over in bed and give him a deadpan stare, and he knows then how annoying he's been (both when he was hiding his pain and when he was being dramatic)

silently, you reach over him to grab the cream, sitting cross-legged next to him as you tell him to sit upright

bf!eren does exactly as you say because he can't take the pain anymore (and he doesn't want to piss you off more than he already has)

you rub the cream softly on his shoulder, noticing his winces and inhales through his teeth at the mere touches to his shoulder

bro is in pain pain

when you're finished, bf!eren will pull you into his uninjured side where you tuck your face into his neck because cuddles <3

but somehow, he ends up with his head on your chest??????

after a morning of sleeping, because he's finally comfortable, you wake up before him and make him breakfast

maybe it's a bad idea. maybe it feeds his ego 🙄, but bf!eren loves it

he's got a cocky smirk on his sleepy face, shirtless in bed, shovelling pancakes and bacon in his mouth

an ice pack (that is 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off) is taped to his shoulder because he can't not use it

despite being stuck to his shoulder with tape, the ice pack falls off every 0.8 seconds because he won't stop moving

so you forbid him from doing everything (because you can't deal with the drama for longer than 2 weeks)

washing his hair for him

getting him dressed

when he tries to grab a glass from the top shelf MANNNNN

you scold him because his shoulder is not allowed to move like that right now

'i'm dying of boredom! or maybe just dying' when he tries to play ps5 and you take the remote away (lmao its a little funny)

bf!eren feels guilty about being clingy after like 3 days because you have to go to class

but you, you!! you are happy to do all of it because, even if you hate being babied, bf!eren will go to the ends of the earth to make sure you're feeling your best no matter the problem

so maybe it's not so bad when you both have each other's backs <3

#repost because tumblr was down #eren jaeger #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger imagine #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager imagines #eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger imagine #eren yaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #— ann writes!

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evilwickedme · 10 months

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This wasn't asked for because nobody in their right mind would ask for this but this is a fic rec list of fics I cannot stop rereading

Just started yet another reread of Inimitable Verse by deniigiq and I fully plan on rereading their into the multiverse series which occasionally crosses over also - this is a Spider-Man/team red focused series, think comics canon infused early mcu-spidey since only homecoming had come out for a non substantial amount of time they were working on the series and the daredevil stuff is explicitly tv show AND comics. Also the multiverse series is how I got into Murderdock and therefore how I got into Spider Gwen

Unpretty's Sorrowful And Immaculate Hearts series which is just a loosely interconnected series of DC fics. My personal favorites are Empty Graves, in which Martha Kent keeps killing time travelers trying to kill baby! Clark; any of their clois fics but especially Third Wheel; and Anti-Social, which is a social media fic mostly about Tim and Bruce that made me cry laughing. Catch Bruce trying to get Walmart's employees to unionize. Also shout out to unpretty's only fic with Jason in it, it looks awesome but is tragically incomplete

This particular Reverse Robin AU which put in the work to reverse every single younger generation and is chef's kiss I LOVE this version of Tim he's wild

Both of Shoalsea's fics are in constant rotation for me I talk about Into The Brighter Night all the time in the tags of reblogs and stuff it truly lives in my head rent free. Anyway Tim gets kidnapped by aliens and the batfam have to watch as yj98 saves him and it's angsty and funny and such a good take on what could have been if the new 52 hadn't happened. And Compassion Builds No House is about Tim and Pru from Red Robin. Ugh they're both so good

Speaking of Clois (I did you've just forgotten this by now) brilliant (like a confession) by kathkin (penny-anna on the hellsite) is so fucking good I'm. Okay. Anyway it'll be listed as inspiration if/when I finally post my two person love triangle fic for them

I'm too anxious to catch up on this before it's done but jumble sale chic is hands down the best spideydevil fic series despite and because of the omegaverse

Make A Little Birdhouse In Your Soul is my favorite take on Jason, period, and has a lot of fantastic Damian stuff going on too. It's updating every few weeks still! Sometimes more often! I love you bacondoughnut it's me JustGail the person who will not stop commenting on your fic you're stuck with me forever

I lied above Rumspringa Murderdock is what got me into Murderdock but that series is second place. I found this one while scrolling through the tv show's mattfoggy tag, thinking I was safe

Speaking of Murderdock mattfoggy, The Lawyer All the Wickedness was written early on in spider-gwen's history and so diverges from canon really early in ways that I think are super interesting and creative

Oh also straight on 'til morning by merils (Tumblr url mamawasatesttube) does SUCH a great job unpacking Kon's trauma and building up healthy relationships around him including a budding timkon romance and yeah it makes me sad and happy at the same time

We're getting into poisonivory territory so just trust if you like the pairing and poisonivory is writing it you'll like it. Ok rapidfire

Like A Handprint On My Heart mattfoggy soulmate au with a twist

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? Damijon future fic/au. Jon came back from the future when both of them were 19. Demisexual!Damian at its best. Damian's terrified of being abandoned by Jon again and it made my heart hurt

I feel like I've already recommended every JayRoy fic by poisonivory and genuinely I do reread them all, sometimes in order of publication if I'm in a particular mood. Maybe the one I've read most though is I've Got the Feeling You're the Right Thing After All which is about Roy and Jason starting a fwb thing while Roy still harbors old feelings for Dick. Can't see anything going wrong here lmao

Mmm this post is long enough so I'll leave it at just superhero fic for now but I do in fact have the ability to do a whole post just for the Witcher or Leverage so I might do that. Anyway thanks for following me on yet another burst of insanity it will happen again

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//FOR MOD BEE

how aware is ragatha generally while the influence has the usual level of control?

the influence while in control of the body displays the host, ragathas, personality and mannerisms, albeit imperfectly, and ofc as a mask.

is that purely the virus entity trying to emulate the personality of the host, or is it more the host still speaking and reacting, but with percpetion/personality heavily influenced by the virus?

(sorry for the long ask and dw about answering it if its in spoiler territory, also everything else bellow is just rambling thoughts on this blog and atrg that i just wanted to share.)

im just really really intersted in how it looks like or feels like inside ragathas head, like, how much of the virus' influence does she consider to be part of herself, such interesting directions we can explore in terms of whats going on in ragathas head

also, just wanna say, I LOVE your interpretation of ragatha in general and this entire influence situation is SUCH a fun way to explore her psyche :D it just makes my brain buzz in the best way, the influence has been stuck in my head for the last few weeks.

really excited to see what else you have in store for breaking open and showing off whatevers going on in that ragdolls head. gotta love a thorough dissection and deconstruction of a characters personhood and ego :D made all the better by how DELICIOUS your angst is for rags

uh yeah, again sorry for the kilometer long post, have a great day/night! //

-robot anon

// i seriously don't know how to explain it well ... a weird mix of both ? unaware enough to be compliant and not fully comprehend what's going on , but aware enough that you know there's something deeply wrong no matter how much these funny voices in your head tell you otherwise .

other than that , the virus is always in control which i hope is clear when that happens here ^^;

also thank you ! character studies underneath layers of angst have always been my favorite thing to write , especially since i couldn't find a lot of that kind of thing for rags . sorry ragatha someone has to create it LMAO //

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bronx-bomber87 · 5 months

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Happy Monday Evening Fandom :) This will be my new schedule Monday, Wednesday and Saturday. So I can get all the remaining eps in before the premiere. Should finish the week before we get to squee over a new season. So you'll have one more extra a week till we reach S6.

Some fun UC stuff for them to do in this one and the ever famous scene in the van. The marriage moments in this one continue. Off we go.

4x07 Fire Fight

We start off with our couple bringing someone in to book. She ran a stop sign AND a red light. Then flipped them off and made them chase her. Then has the audacity to ask why they arrested her? LOL My god...She tells them she was late for her life coach session. Tim makes a crack that her coach is doing a terrible job haha The sass Timothy I'm here for it.

As she gets processed Lucy brings up the bet from the previous episode. Tim retorting ‘The bet I won?’ Lucy fires right back that she won it. Their banter is unrivaled I love it so much. Tim telling her he had the gold in his hand. Lucy defending only because she had to arrest an armed gunmen. Tim tries to take the glory for this as well. That he technically arrested him. You know with his arm.

Lucy scoffing saying all he did was extend his arm out. Flirt nation right off the bat in this one. You know she’s actually impressed by it but can’t let his ego know that fact. Tim is trying to impress her by saying this. My goodness these two. It is very impressive he did that and wants her to know it. They're entering into the bantery foreplay early in this one.

Poor Grey gets dragged into their work flirt I mean fight. Tim really shouldn’t have been shocked at all when Grey said he suspected in 5x12. Man has been front row to this flirt fest for years . When he said that I think he meant long before that moment. He knew for a VERY long time. Poor Wade he just wants to get his job done. He wandered into booking thinking he could get in and out. Then in come Tim and Lucy to drag him into their fight LMAO

They're trying to get him to settle their bet from 4x06. They’re so damn competitive neither can settle for a tie. Grey affirms he thought it was as such. This was not the answer either of them wanted. Tim wants a rematch because of course he does. Lucy is adorable and says they should do an escape room LOL She had to know that wasn’t going to fly. Tim says no to that naturally. His reaction is hilarious.

So off put by the idea of being stuck in one. Decides they need a neutral party to decide their next competition. I love how in-sync they are when they turn to Grey. Same brain and same body language. Look how they mirror each other it's crazy. Sure Wade is thinking my god just find a room already. Instead he catches onto what they want. The way they both nod is so well timed they’re ridiculous and I love it sfm. Chemistry is unreal. Hats off to Eric and Melissa.

Grey agrees to this if only to get them to leave him the hell alone heh. He assigns them random penal codes. Says whoever gets their arrest first wins. Lucy could not be cuter waiting for hers. Tim gets his and isn’t pleased with it. Lucy is shocked he even knows what his is. Since its obscure as hell. Tim is fresh af with her replying 'She didn’t?' Ha her reaction. My god the punches just don’t get pulled with these two.

Tim says it’s unfair. SMH Oh Timothy pouting isn’t gonna work with Grey. He tells him life isn’t fair. Lucy is beaming about this. I love these two ridiculous fools so much. The woman they brought in is done with booking. She clearly doesn’t want to go into a cell. Tells them she know’s about a real crime. Says if she tells them she can cut a deal? Tim replies ‘What’s the crime?’

We return to them heading into interrogation. Lucy hands him a list of places they should go when they’re back out. Tim hands it right back without looking. Knowing exactly why she wants to hit those places. So she can win their bet. Doesn't hesitate as he calls her out on it. Lucy fires right back saying she knows he went to Nell. These two are so amazingly absurd.

Doing whatever they can to win this bloody bet of theirs. Lucy doesn’t let him get away with it for more than two seconds. She has your number Timothy. Always has always will. Her wifey 'Mmm' is everything. So he admits to giving Nell Dodger tickets haha Lucy looks like she wants to smack him. Also she can’t fault him she’s trying to play dirty too. You two competitive dopes are meant to be. I can only imagine how they would be in S6 with a competition.

Even though they’re battling he still holds the door open for her to interrogation. My heart. Ever the gentleman. They’re following up on the tip they were given earlier. The woman they’ve pulled in for questioning is in regards to her new skin care line. She confuses Tim right off the bat. He can't even process what she is saying so he turns to Lucy to decipher it for him.

Classic husband move to turn right to Lucy for the answer. It's so cute. She’s like later haha That it’s not important right now. She will explain later. So married looking to his wife for answers. Gotta love it. They were given a jar of her skin care. They tested it based on their tip and it has endangered tiger blood in it.

She doesn’t even deny it. Like she is proud of the fact her stuff has it. Lucy tells her she could end up in jail for up to 5 years for this. The cockiness disappears. Then the cycle of giving one another up continues. She panics and tells them about someone named Sloan. That she’s selling psychedelics as vitamins. Tim sighs deeply and asks for this woman’s last name for them to follow up.

They have round 2 in interrogation. Tim was already annoyed going into this LMAO He asks Sloan to take her sunglasses off. She complains the fluorescent lights give her headaches. Tim informs her that is the least of her problems. That they’ve been informed about her “vitamins” Sloan poorly defends herself and says she’s just using her husband’s prescription pad. That it’s ok…Oh my lord. It so is not.

Tim goes off his patience wearing very thin. Tells her this makes her a drug dealer. A high level one at that. She could be facing 20 years in federal prison for it. Sloan starts to stutter and panic. Saying how this has gotten horribly out of hand. Then asks how ratted her out? They don’t say. Then she mentions someone named Aston. That she has to be the one ratting her out. So she turns on her continuing the blame game cycle.

She tells them Aston is trying to hire a hitman. That her husband is worth more dead than alive. She’s been on the dark web trying to get it done. The reactions above are the best part. Tim was so very done going into this. This just made it so much worse. I love the shared look. Lucy is trying not to laugh at this situation. Looking at Tim to ground her. The way they check in with each other gives me all the feels. They’re both flabbergasted by the ring of ridiculousness they’ve been dragged into.

Cue to the infamous van scene. Tim rolls up not expecting the flack he gets. Lucy is on him immediately. Seriously judging his choice in disguise. How he looks like himself and not the hitman she was picturing at all. Lucy is truly is the teacher in this moment and schools him so hard about his choice. You know she’s enjoying bossing him around. The way she tells him to get into the van is too funny. Waving his ass in. Ready to teach him a Lucy Lesson. Heh

It’s fun to watch her be the more knowledgeable of the two in an OP. Tim fights her the minute they sit down. Lucy sighs and presses on. Schooling her man on UC and what they're trying to accomplish today. He is biting back a smile at her logical teasing. Look him above. He WANTS to be annoyed but he isn't really. Once again impressed by her confidence and knowledge on this. So he acts annoyed because he has a fake bravado to protect and all that.

She continues on with more irrefutable logic. He's looking at this wrong. They're not there to dupe a seasoned criminal. That he’s fooling someone who gets her ideas from Lifetime movies. LMFAO Where is the lie? Tim can’t fault her logic even though he wishes she was wrong. Lucy shoves the jacket at Tim tells him to put it on. (Bosses his ass around I love it sfm. He kinda does too.) He begrudgingly snatches it from her to put on and she thanks him.

Let’s not skate past the fact she is checking him out long before she is putting that mic on him above. As he is putting on that jacket she is doing an elevator gaze of her own. She does a double take of him really. Swallows hard too like she's pushing down her desire in this moment. As subtle as a hammer Lucy. Tim commenting he looks like an idiot. That he would pull himself over. haha Lucy definitely does not agree. She begs to differ quite a bit. Lucy bounces back and says he looks exactly as he should. She is holding firm refusing to let his sass sway her or break her confidence. How far we've come.

Then comes the wonderful shameless eye sex. The brazen UST look that could ignite that van on fire. Lucy's reaction is how I would react. She can clearly see how fit he is. She knew but had never seen the glorious proof up close. You can tell she finds him so very attractive. I mean look at him. Gah beautifully toned chest and abs. Delicious pecs to go with that sculpted chest. Phew lord. Pass the ice water please.

She’s trying not to just stare at his toned chest but has to in order to mic him up. She’s touching him and doesn’t know how to handle it. Shoving his shirt up even higher than needed without realizing it. It's up to his neck. Tim broke her brain haha The awkward glances up crack me up. She’s trying not to make eye contact but also not just stare at his beautiful body either. Rock and a hard place Lucy. Gah we need more shirtless Tim in S6. You hear me writers? I need MORE LOL

Tim isn’t exactly helping with his matching intense gaze. He doesn’t break eye contact with her except to look down at where she is placing it. Tim is flirting right back with his own thirsty gaze. He can feel how electrically charged this moment is. Feeling very aware of her gaze and returning it in kind. They're feeding off each other 100% right now.

Tim is the first to come back to his senses just like in 4x01. So he chastises her for putting the mic too high. It breaks Lucy’s lusty gaze and fog she was in. Annoyed he’s done as such she is not kind in removing the tape. Like at all LOL Lucy tells him she knows what she’s doing right before she rips it off. His reaction is so damn funny I’m dying. Lucy is very pleased with herself. The raw UST is prominent throughout the entire season its so good. Just mounts a little more each ep.

Lucy apologizes for ripping it off and sends him off. You know she is going to enjoy being the voice in his ear. Watching him do UC from the van as she observes. Aston isn’t being explicit enough. Too busy checking Tim out and hitting on him. I mean can’t blame the woman. He looks fine as hell. Lucy is laughing in his ear floored by this women’s forwardness.

She is getting a kick out of this woman blatantly hitting on him. Asking if this woman is touching him? If she is then if she offers money for sex she’ll win the bet LOL Oh Lucy so one track minded I’m dying. It’s what prompts Tim’s response above and Lucy’s excitement bout it. Tim finally gets her to confess with details once she thinks she has a shot with him ha. Using his good looks to close this case. Fantastic.

Afterwards they come to visit Nolan in the hospital. He survived a mad man apparently. Sheer luck I think but survived nonetheless. This is their married moment of the ep. Also Tall/Smol shots that I enjoy so much. Tim gives her crap for buying out the entire gift store. Lucy says he’s been in hospital before. He knows how boring it can be. She then asks what he got for Nolan?

Hahah oh sweet Lucy. Did you really think Tim would spend money on Nolan of all people? He tells her no…but he’ll just put his name on her gift ahaha I can see in future when they’re giving out gifts as a couple they'd be the same. People will be thanking them and Tim will have no idea what she bought for them. Just go along with it.

Lucy is shocked but not shocked by his behavior. Saying 'Unbelievable' Like really she shouldn’t expect anything less. Also this is totally normal giving a shared gift like this. Nothing married at all about this behavior whatsoever....Super platonic.

Lucy brings up the bet one last time. Tim says her first name (be still my heart) saying he wants to call it a draw. That police work is too important to turn into a game. Lucy prods him saying he only wants to call it because he might lose. Tim says sure if that’s what she needs to hear. He will go with that. She asks him when he became the noble one? Tim just asks if that means they’re square on their bet? Lucy agrees no one wins but says he can’t have his name on her basket hahaha Tim rolls his eyes but follows after her anyway.

I think Tim was worried if they continued with the bet their next 'van moment' could escalate. Tim may not be aware of a lot with Lucy in terms of being in love with her yet. But he is VERY aware of his attraction to her. That hug in 4x01 was blatant proof of it. That their competitive nature is flirt fueled. So cutting this one off at the knees extinguishes that. It's why he was so quick to end it. Avoidance is the name of the game for him now. So he let Lucy have whatever terms of surrender she wanted. Including knocking his name off that basket and saying it was cause he didn't want to lose. He knows they are on thin ice and trying to keep them from falling in.

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Side notes- Non Chenford.

Poor Wesley in Elijah’s tangled web. Grey trying to give him an out. A mistake that is going to haunt and follow them for a long time to come.

Nolan had a SL but I didn’t care till Chenford came to give him a gift lmao

Thank you thank you to all who like, comment and reblog these. You all make my day you have no idea. Shall see you Wednesday with 4x08 :)

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Hey ! Can I ask for a Alastor like!male!reader please ? The reader have the same personality and power as him and is in Diasomnia or Heartslabyul. With Idia, Lilia and Ruggie pls ? Maybe Grim platonic (He need a dad and I volunteer for that role-)

Ignore it if you don't want to write it !!

Don't forget to drink, and have a good day/night.

i havent watched an episode of hazbin hotel (everything i know about that show is against my will /lh) but the songs have been stuck in my head for the past WEEK.

idia shroud

okay I'm being honest idia was slightly weird and found your behavior initially strange when he had met you, but brushed it off because well, he's at nrc. you always seemed so charismatic and held only good intentions for yourself and others. he didn't get how someone could be so happy all the time as well. he may or may not have thought you were some suck up until he caught glimpse of your underlying nature. (he can respect that though lmao).

he seemed to stray away and almost ignore you at first, especially after seeing more and more of your own behavior. the time when he felt fine around you was when you, being unpredictable appeared and helped him get back at some bothersome student online because you thought it'd be entertaining. and both you and idia are pretty spiteful anyway, with those mischievous toothy grins on your faces.

idia can at least admit he finds your retorts and comments funny, he finds himself snickering to himself when he happens to witness one of these instances when you're basically coming at some poor student that made some snarky remark to you during fitness with vargas. but you always seem to point that out and he hates it.

lilia vanrouge

I feel like you two get along quite well, he finds your demeanor to be interesting and considerably old-fashioned ways is something he relates to. you two are quite the old souls at nrc i feel like haha. But anyone seeing just the two of you together, even smiling and chatting with each other can be pretty intimidating to the eyes of others… your constant toothy smile can be unnerving.

whereas one of your talents and interests is cooking,, lilia does enjoy it as well but pretends to be so weepy and sad when you told him "oh....! its utterly awful! ha-ha-ha” you two get quite competitive during the master chef competitions and challenge the school holds during that time or during beanfest when you two were on opposing teams.... so, you guys definitely get into friendly? rivalries with one another all the time, usually end up being completely chaotic and blown way out of proportion for what they are. the whole dorm knows when you two happen to be in one.

you two have most likely at some point shown each other's magic and abilities off to each other trying to one up one another unknowingly causing some trouble around you as you are so caught up.

ruggie bucchi

ruggie sort of becomes your little gossip buddy, because he doesn't seem to really care and has a lot of dirt on various students and stories he's heard and seen. you just happen to be a sucker for the drama and are able to easily repay him in some way with your magic if you really need to anyways.

he sometimes does find himself a little... confused and taken aback with your smiley and always grinning with some sort of delight even during the worst possible moments (*cough* overblots) as you don't seem to barley bat an eye. but then again as others would assume, its nrc and ruggie has met a lot of strange people. even if you're definitely one of the more... stranger ones.

before he had really known he, he had has attempted to be his usual, cunning self and deceive you at times as a way to try and getting something from you. he easily learned his lesson when you're so able to see right through him and twist it back on him- it ended up turning into some sort of game. he thinks its honestly impressive though. he almost wants to know if you learned that or if that was genuinely just you, he is leaning towards the last part haha.

grim

you are definitely not a force to be reckoned with when angry or even upset. He’s certainly had his moments where he's like “WOAH”. despite the fact that he may butt heads with you often with your condescending and teasing towards him– you’re still quite protective over your little friend. you swiftly manage to pull him out of trouble by swiftly teleporting him right in your hand and he hates that, he always grumbles when you're chuckling “now now, violence is not an answer, grim” even though he's seen your worst moments haha. you're literally way more aggressive than him, he'll retort and remind you of when some rough savanclaw student ALMOST scuffed your uniform.

lowkey he wouldn't outright admit it to you, but I feel like grim does look up to your power and abilities in a way, plus being your unbothered, confident, straightforward self- he wants that aura around himself too…! he wants people to fear him like they do with you all the time. during halloween you practically “shine” as you enjoy playing around and scaring the daylights out of people visiting your dorm and go back to grinning.

not gonna lie, I think that you have this stupid rivalry between you and azul. being you, azul would find you one of the most difficult people to make a deal with. (not to mention you can pretty much manifest anything you want) you were able to easily manage and deal with the events that went down in chapter 3 because you're easily as manipulative and cunning. you literally are a dealmaker yourself. grim always watches you and his interactions in sheer confusion and concern.

#THE DAD SONG IS SO CATCHY #i also love alastors voice #twst imagines #disney twst #twst #twst wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #lilia twst #lilia vanrouge #idia shroud #ruggie bucchi #grim #grim twst

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urfavstargirl1 · 2 years

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wasting your tongue - eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: After becoming close classmates with Eddie, you soon learn that he could fuck love you better than your boyfriend ever could basically you’re chrissy and this is how things should have ended that night in the trailer if st4 didn’t happen

a/n: Not Allowed by TV Girl has been stuck in my head for the past who knows how many weeks and heavily inspire this piece, so please listen to this song as you read its the soundtrack to this story lmao (song linked below)

Cw: NSFW, 18+, swearing, angst, heavy making out, touching, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), fluff, angst with a happy ending, implied p in v sex, f/m orgasm, not sure how to tag it all cuz its my first smut piece but its pretty mild/vanilla tbh

Minors dni!

So how should you begin this? You guess it started when you were with him. And how he never even took you out to dance or barely fucked with any rhythm. He was playing with your head and poor Eddie was on the sidelines of it all; but not for long.

You were a beautiful and popular cheerleader that just so happened to be in the same elective class as resident D&D playing metal head, Eddie Munson.

On the first day of class, you two had sat next to each other and ended up being paired together on classwork throughout the school year.

You often got to talking about things beyond class material. Turns out, Eddie was actually really cool and smart and funny. And it didn’t take too long for him to realize that you were a lot nicer and funnier and down to earth than he imagined too.

As the weeks passed by, you settled into a rhythm where you and Eddie would get to class and instantly start talking about anything and everything. You always asked how each other’s days were and what new music or movie recommendations you had for the other.

“Oh I couldn’t watch that, well, at least not with my boyfriend. He hates scary movies.”

“Yeah well it sounds like your boyfriend’s a little—“ bitch is how Eddie wanted to finish that statement, but when he sees the little quirk on your eyebrow he cuts himself off.

“What were you gonna say,” you press curiously.

“Nothing,” Eddie nervously laughs as he rubs his hand on the back of his neck.

“C’mon finish that sentence Eddie, I know you want to,” you egged him on.

“Uh, was just gonna say he’s a little scaredy cat,” he shrugs in attempted nonchalance, cheeks ablaze.

“Uh huh, sure,” you replied unconvincingly. Smiling at how flustered he got.

The banter you and Eddie had never failed to make you laugh and you always ended up thinking about the conversations you had with him for the rest of the day.

Before you knew it, you were looking forward to that elective class every day just so you could spend time with Eddie. Sometimes you even fantasized about things you would want to say to him and the things he might say back to you.

The subject matter of your conversations didn’t even have to be anything special. Sometimes, it just helped to have a listening ear for whatever cheer drama was going on or which classes were stressing you out.

As a distraction, Eddie would tell you some silly story about the boys in his Hellfire Club or what crazy thing happened last time he played with Corroded Coffin.

Upon finding out he was in a band, you knew you would just die to see him perform one day. But you knew you probably never would because his performance times always conflicted with your cheer practice or homework schedule.

Not to mention, your boyfriend, the captain of the basketball team, would absolutely flip his shit at the idea of his girl sneaking out at night to see some other guy.

It wouldn’t be like that though. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be. But now it might be since things haven’t been going so well for you and your boyfriend.

You had been dating him for a while, but lately, you’ve been fighting a lot. He blames it on the stress of basketball season, but you don’t fully believe that.

For one, you’re a cheerleader all year round, what’s your excuse? But more than anything, things just feel off with him and your gut tells you it's not just because of basketball.

Sometimes, you want to tell Eddie about it. You don’t think your friends or your family would really understand and somehow, it feels like he might. But you also feel kind of weird talking about it to Eddie because you don’t want to complain or worry him.

So even though you don’t talk about it, at first, Eddie definitely notices a difference in your energy. Or maybe it's the fact that it's the third day in a row that you’ve come to class with a frown that drapes across your pretty lips.

At this point, Eddie has already started falling for you, hard, but he knows nothing could ever happen between you two. Despite the banter that often feels like shameless flirting, he knows there's a limit to your connection, so he tries to keep his hope at a zero.

On days when he can’t, he reminds himself that even if you weren’t taken, there’s no way the queen of Hawkins High would ever want anything to do with the school freak.

But it’s because of these feelings that it pains him to see you with your boyfriend. What’s worse is that Eddie knows deep down that he can treat you so much better than he ever could.

He even fantasizes about all the ways he could. He knows you and him would be a long shot, but if he can’t have you in real life, he can at least have you in his daydreams.

Eddie sees it clear as day that this guy is playing with your head. If it were him, he’d much rather play with your…

Has your boyfriend ever made you cum? It’s obvious that the jackass has made you cry. Eddie knows he could do the exact opposite, if given the opportunity.

One day after school, at a Hellfire Club meeting, one of the boys pulls out an old yearbook. Eddie snatches it from him and flips through the pages to find your picture. It’s with him, in the class superlatives: cutest couple.

Your boyfriend has his arm around you. You’re practically matching: him in his lime green basketball uniform and you in that cute little green and yellow cheer number smiling up at him as he smiles into the camera.

He could stare at that picture for the rest of the campaign just thinking, God, I wish that was me. But he knows it's different because you actually love your boyfriend, or so you say.

Sometimes when you talk about your boyfriend, all he can think is, you're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies. If it were me, I’d rather waste mine between your thighs.

Eddie should be disgusted and ashamed at some of the thoughts he’s had of you. Like when he lies awake at night and images of you flood through his mind while his hand is rapidly jerking up and down and quiet obscenities escape his lips as his skin glistens with sweat.

He has such a sick and twisted imagination, but hey, shouldn’t that at least count for something?

Around you, he can push those thoughts to the sidelines. The last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable or jeopardize the fact that the prettiest girl in school actually likes talking to him, even if it's only for 50 minutes a day.

So when things start getting worse with your boyfriend, Eddie makes it his personal mission to turn your frown upside down at any given opportunity.

He doesn’t know what to say otherwise, but he knows laughter is the best medicine, so he’lll always do something silly to make you laugh and take your mind off of him or whatever else might be stressing you out.

It doesn’t escape your notice how happy you feel when you’re with Eddie. How his smile makes your heart skip a beat. Or how he looks at you in this sincere way that seems so effortless for him but is the only time you ever truly feel seen.��

But there’s also another way he looks at you. One that makes you feel like your body’s been lit on fire.

It’s on game days, when you have to wear your cheer uniform to school that Eddie loses it and just looks at you as if he could absolutely devour you.

You’re already so pretty, but in that itty bitty cheer skirt that swishes and swirls with every step you take or gently drapes the softness of your thighs when you sit? Yeah, he’s a goner.

At the sight of your legs alone, Eddie just hopes the teacher won’t make him stand up.

It’s on those days especially, when you’re all dolled up and the immaculate vision of Hawkins royalty, that he can’t believe how pretty you are and how a girl like you is even talking to him.

He tries not to let it show but you definitely notice how he’ll trip over his words or fidget with the rings on his fingers a little more than usual.

It was weird to think you had this effect on him. But it made you wonder if seeing him in his element, at Hellfire or with Corroded Coffin, might have a similar effect on you too.

Little did you know, you wouldn’t be left to wonder for long.

The night before the championship game you and your boyfriend got into a massive fight.

He always gets worked up during basketball season but he said some things you just couldn’t forgive. It was obvious: his head wasn’t in it anymore and neither was his heart.

And if you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t quite in it anymore either.

You knew the timing wasn’t the best, but it seemed like there was no other option than to break things off. Neither of you were happy anymore and maybe some time apart was just what you needed.

He wasn’t particularly happy, but it made sense to him too. So you both agreed, you would spend some much needed time apart and if there was anything truly there, you would eventually find your way back to each other.

Despite knowing you made the right decision, it doesn’t stop you from crying yourself to sleep that night. It hurt to finally accept that the boy you had been with for so long and convinced yourself that you loved wouldn’t be in your life anymore.

The next day, you try to carry on like normal, but it’s obvious how terrible you feel when you come to class. No amount of makeup or hairspray could hide the fact that something was wrong, at least not to Eddie.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks as soon as you take your seat.

You could hide it from anyone else, but you knew you couldn’t hide it from Eddie.

So you tell him. You give him the gross oversimplification of the previous night's events, but one thing was clear: you had nothing to do with him anymore.

Eddie is a bit shocked to hear the news but more than anything, is proud of you for standing your ground.

“It’s tough, but you did the right thing. You deserve way better than that guy anyway.” Eddie says in a lighthearted manner, but it makes you wonder, “Like who?”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, taken aback by the question. “What?”

“What kind of guy do you think I deserve Eddie?” You ask innocently.

Eddie scratches at the back of his neck nervously, trying to play it off by saying, “Oh well, you know, obviously, Prince Charming.”

“What do you think my Prince Charming would be like?” You asked with naive doe eyes.

Eddie is sure you must be playing with him. You have to know what effect you were having on him or why else would you be putting him through such torture?

“Uh let’s see, maybe someone who knows the difference between his head and his ass.”

You giggle then look at him with a bit more seriousness, “No, really?”

“Really?”

“Yes, Eddie. Really really.”

“I dunno know,” Eddie squirms under your intense gaze.

What is he supposed to say? That you deserve someone like him? Even he knows that can’t be true. As much as he knows he could be better for you than your boyfriend ever could, he also knows that deep down, he would never be worthy of a girl like you.

“Eddie,” you coaxed.

He looks at you with a straight face1, seriousness laced in his features in a way he’s never shown before. In an instant, the energy in his body, the energy in the room, everything about you two shifts.

“You deserve the world. Simple as that.”

He turns his attention to the assignment in front of you two. He takes the wooden pencil in his hand and scribbles something down.

You slightly gasp, taken aback by not only his answer, but his sincerity too.

And then it hits you: it’s Eddie.

Eddie was the one who always made you laugh. He was the shoulder you knew you could cry on. He was the one that truly made you feel alive.

And suddenly, it’s like you’re seeing him for the first time. Eddie, and his beautiful long brown hair that flows down his head. Eddie and the cute wrinkles starting to form between his eyebrows. Eddie with his big brown eyes that you love, cast down, lashes fluttering above his cheeks. Eddie and his smooth button nose pointed downward hanging over his delicate full lips. Lips that you always kind of wondered what they would feel like against yours, but pushed the thought to the back of your mind, till now.

The sound of the pencil scratching the paper catches your attention and you look down to admire the way Eddie’s slender fingers wrap around the pencil. The chunky silver rings adorning each one. The muscles in his forearm flex as he flips the pencil around to erase something.

You gulp, dry throated. Eddie feels your gaze, and for a second, flits his eyelashes up, gazing into your eyes. Your breath is caught in your throat. He offers a small, nervous smile before turning back to the paper in front of him.

You blink rapidly and pretend to turn your attention back to the assignment as heat explodes in your cheeks.

How could you not see it before? All this time and he was right in front of you. Eddie Munson, your knight in shining armor.

Before class ends, you make sure to tell him, “You should come to the game today.”

“Uh, no thanks.”

“What? Why not?”

“Not exactly my scene sweetheart.”

Eddie’s called you this many times before. It’s a nickname you hadn’t really given much thought to. But now? Something about the way he says it makes you feel like your entire body has been lit on fire.

“Still, it could be fun. And besides, isn’t one of your friends on the team?”

“Lucas?”

“Yeah, you guys should come out and support him. It is the championship game after all.”

“Oh the championship game is it now,” he mocks you and you roll your eyes.

“I’m serious Eddie.”

“Can’t. Got a Hellfire meeting after school.”

“The game’s not till 7:00, you can come after.”

Eddie furrows his eyebrows, “You know that’s not really my thing. Last I checked, freaks and athletes don’t exactly mix.”

“Please, Eddie,” you jut out your bottom lip.

His features soften, unable to withstand the temptation.

As a cherry on top, you add, “For me?”

Eddie feels something stir in his chest as he looks into your gleaming eyes, your sweet face he has a really hard time saying no to.

“You really want me there?” He asks, apprehensive to accept the reality that you’re asking this of him.

You nod, smiling at him pleadingly.

He exhales “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

And sure enough, you spot him in the stands later that evening surrounded by other boys with wild hair and all black outfits. Throughout the game, you look in his direction, hoping he’ll see you.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie spotted you from the moment he walked into the sweaty old gym. There’s no way in hell he would’ve come here otherwise, but for you, the boy would move mountains.

At the moment you see each other at the same time, you lock eyes and give him your brightest smile. And for the rest of the game you and Eddie can’t keep your eyes off each other. Each routine you perform, it’s like you’re performing it all for him, and only him.

Your ex, squeaking his shoes across the waxed wooden floor of the court is right in front of your face, but long forgotten in your mind.

Because the cheer team only has a few routines that get cycled throughout the game, Eddie starts to pick up on a few of them and mimics your movements in the stands anytime the team makes a point. Seeing him do candlesticks and daggers or wave an imaginary pompom makes you giggle and almost forget your next step.

It’s not until a half court shot is made that Eddie does a blade and accidentally thwacks a younger boy with curly brown hair standing next to him in the face that you laugh out loud. The girls closest to you in your formation look at you funny.

Even across the court, you can tell the younger boy yells something like “what the hell” to Eddie. Eddie brings him in a head lock and nuzzles his cheek against the younger boy's head. He smiles at you and winks before telling something to the boy that you hope is along the lines of an apology.

It makes your heart warm to know Eddie came out tonight and see him so happy and comfortable with people you assume to be his friends.

By the end of the game, the tigers have won and you’re doing the victory routine with the squad.

As the teams go into the locker room and they start clearing out the gym, some of the girls in the squad try to catch your attention. They invite you to go out to whoever's house for a victory after party, but you have better plans. Even if they’re with someone who just doesn’t know it yet.

You search for Eddie, having lost him in the crowd as attendees dispersed toward the exit.

He must be outside already. You grab your cheer bag and head outside. As you exit the gym doors, you look around. The sun has already set and the streetlights in the school parking lot have turned on. Dozens of people are milling about. He could be anywhere.

You scan your surroundings and out of the corner of your eye, you see a group of boys huddled around the corner of the building. You hear a cacophony of loud male voices, but a particular one stands out to you.

You squint in their direction, and sure enough, you see that familiar head of wild wavy hair. You start walking over. A few of the boys notice you and say something to Eddie.

Eddie’s caught mid laughter and turns to look in your direction.

“Eddie,” you call out and wave. Eddie smugly grins. He says something to the boys and starts walking toward you. You run over to him, bag hitting the side of your leg. When he’s close enough you drop the bag and practically jump into his arms.

“You came,” you squeal as he wraps his arms around you and chuckles.

“Only ‘cause you practically begged me.” He says into your hair. You squeeze him tight once more and pull away.

“Don’t act like you weren’t having fun Munson. I saw you cheering in the stands.” You lean forward and cup your hand around your mouth to whisper, “Between you and me, the cheer squad could really use someone like you.”

Eddie smirks and in his D&D voice says, “As flattered as I am, I’m afraid I have to humbly reject the advances of the beloved Hawkins High cheer team.”

You smile at him in glee but it fades away as you look behind Eddie. You see his friends whispering and looking at you and Eddie. Eddie follows your gaze and turns over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about them. They’re just being a bunch of dorks,” he says the last part loudly while pointedly looking at them.

You laugh nervously. “Hey, um, are you doing anything after this?”

Eddie looks at you and quirks an eyebrow. Eddie didn’t have anything to do besides maybe give a few of the boys a ride home, and even then, he knew they could find someone else to do that.

“No, not really.”

“Some of the girls from the squad invited me to some party tonight,” you say. Eddie’s features drop at your words till you add, “But um, I don’t think that’s exactly my scene right now.”

“Oh,” he responds, lips forming in a circle. Eddie’s features brighten slightly, but he keeps it restrained. He’s not sure what’s happening right now, but it sounds like you’re about to ask him something.

He’s not sure if you’ll be bold and actually ask it but he’s too afraid to be bold and somehow fuck things up by asking for you, so he stays silent.

You look between his eyes, hope lingering in the air as he searches yours too. “Do you maybe… wanna do something tonight?”

And for some reason, Eddie’s eyes quickly flit up and down your body. Here you are, in your cute little cheer uniform, asking him out. Out of your own free will. You’re asking Eddie “The Freak” Munson if he wants to do something with you. He’s gotta be dreaming. There’s no way this can be real.

“Yeah,” he chokes. All sense of pride out the door. No pretense of playing things cool anymore. He’s been dreaming about this moment since you sat next to him that first day of class.

You’d hoped he’d respond as such. In fact, you half expected him to. But as much of an ego boost as this interaction might’ve been from any other guy, you’re still nervous because this is Eddie Munson we’re talking about.

Your Eddie. Eddie with the wild hair and chunky rings. Eddie with the shit eating grin and sweet expressive eyes. Eddie who can make you smile no matter what. Eddie who knows you inside, and pretty soon, out.

You start walking past his group of friends who wolf whistle at the both of you. Eddie flips them off and yells out a few harmless threats at them. You nervously laugh, but the nervousness lingers as you approach his van.

On school grounds, the ball is in your court, but as you drive away, it becomes apparent that the ball is now in his. You’re no longer the bold confident girl standing outside the gym. Now, you’ve resorted to the shy nervous girl fidgeting with the zipper of her jacket in his passenger seat.

In a similar manner, Eddie is no longer the awestruck, can’t believe he got the girl, boy he was in the school parking lot. Now he’s the cocky guy who's taking the queen of Hawkins High home with him.

But it doesn’t take away from the fact that he picks up on your nervousness. “Hey, we don’t have to do this, you know. Just say the word and I can take you back home and we can pretend like this never happened. Scouts honor.“

“No!” You yelp. Eddie looks at you for a brief moment before returning his eyes to the road.

“No I…I don’t want that.”

Eddie looks at you apprehensively.

“I want… you.” You say, the taste of the words foreign on your tongue but delicious nonetheless.

Eddie looks at you in confusion, “You do?”

“Mhm,” you respond, confidence slowly coming back and reappearing in your smile.

A moment of silence passes between you two as Eddie contemplates your words.

“Okay, well tell me sweetheart, how exactly do you want me?” Eddie grins with a hint of smugness.

He’s trying not to let it go to his head that this moment is happening right now, but god does it feel so good to know he has you in the palm of his hand. That you want this just as much as he does too.

“Any way you’ll have me,” you sweetly say, voice practically dripping with honey.

That was as much a green light as Eddie’s cynical ears had ever heard. It takes everything in him not to just simultaneously combust at the revelation.

And before either of you know it, you’re standing at his doorstep, just like he’s always imagined. And pretty soon he’s licking sweat off of your forehead, just like he’s always imagined.

Your leather jackets, his biker and yours letterman, hit the ground and Eddie’s ready to act fast. He’s not sure if the sense of urgency comes from wanting to do something before you change your mind or just making up for lost time.

He brings his hands to the backs of your thighs and picks you up in one swift movement. He carries you to his room and roughly lays you on the bed.

“Eddie,” you whine between kisses. His full pink lips a delightful refuge for yours.

“Sorry princess,” he mumbles against your lips, “Got a little carried away.”

You feel him smiling against your lips and your tongue acts on its own to swipe against his lips.

Your kiss grows hot and heavy. Desperate and needy. Your bodies crave the other's touch. The satisfaction is only less than a school year in the making.

Your lips intertwine as you explore the other's mouth. Hands grazing every square inch of the other's body. Moans and whines and whimpers fill the air.

And when he puts his finger in your mouth, you close your eyes and lips, swirling your tongue around it.

It’s like there's wires in your mind and Eddie is sewing them together. His touch and his taste have them rubbed and severed by the heat.

And soon, his touch migrates south. As he moves from your lips to your jaw, he pauses at your neck.

Before he can move any further you pull away and look at him fondly.

“Is everything okay?” He asks, interpreting your pause as hesitation.

“Yeah,” you swoon at his glazed over eyes and kiss swollen lips. His features illuminated by the soft yellow haze of the lamps in his room.

“You sure? ‘Cause we can stop at any time. I don’t want you to feel like–”

You bring a hand up to cup his cheek. “Shh. I don’t want to stop. I’m just… taking in the fact that this is finally happening.”

Eddie cocks his head to the side, leaning into your touch, and smiles. “Finally? You been daydreaming about me or something princess?”

You look at him like a deer caught in headlights. Eddie’s hand, rubbing circles into the fabric covering your waist, squeezes.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” he leans down to press more soft kisses along your neck. You hum and instinctively bring your hand to his head, running your fingers through his hair.

“I might’ve had a daydream about you here or there too.” His kisses start becoming sloppy and you withhold a moan desperately trying to make its way out of your mouth.

“A daydream? O-or a wet dream,” you try to tease until his lips find a particularly sensitive spot making you whimper.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he mumbles against your skin, lips curved in a self-satisfied grin.

“Y–” You half attempt a sarcastic response, but Eddie’s mouth sucking and teeth nipping at the sensitive spot cut you short.

He’s sure to leave evidence of his touch. If your brain wasn’t going into sensory overload, you would make a note to self that you’ll probably have to wear a turtleneck or scarf tomorrow.

As desire takes over, your clothes are ripped off and thrown on the floor. Eddie hungrily looks at you and you give him an equally devourful look at the sight of his inked skin. All burning cheeks and sweaty foreheads.

Your lips return to each other like opposite ends of a magnet. Your hands keep wandering and warm bodies keep moving in a deliciously electrifying rhythm till Eddie makes his way down.

His tongue is finally wasting its time right between your thighs like he mentally promised you so long ago. His expert movements creating a coil of tension deep within the pit of your stomach

His tongue tastes and caresses while his lips suck and brush in all the right places. His movements add to the ever growing tension of the coil till it reaches a breaking point and snaps.

Your legs shake and back arches at the pleasure. A pleasure you never even knew existed till now. It takes over you, possesses you mind, body and soul.

You’re crying out Eddie’s name, fists tightening and pulling the hair at his scalp. You’re whimpering and shaking as he smiles into your wet skin.

He hooks his hands around your thighs to ground you as he continues to supply white hot pleasure sourced at the apex of your thighs and delivered to every square inch of your body.

“Just like that,” he coaxes into you, words vibrating in the place you need it most. “All for you princess.”

You’re crying from the pleasure. It’s too much yet all too good. It all feels right. Like all along, it was supposed to be like this. Why did you ever waste your time believing otherwise?

Eddie’s own body is electric. Buzzing with anticipation. Red hot blood pumping violently throughout his veins. As much as he loves kissing every inch and curve of your body, there’s one place he needs to feel most. He needs to go to the place you two will call home.

You’re dizzy from the heat, but use the moment Eddie reaches over to his bedside table to catch a breath.

“God you taste so sweet,” Eddie purrs as he rummages around and pulls out a little square packet.

“But to be honest princess, I’m just dying to know how good you feel.”

If you’re being honest, you’re dying to know just how good he feels too. You tell him so and he leans over to sloppily kiss you. You can practically taste yourself on his lips as your mouths languidly connect to the other.

He pulls away and looks you in the eyes. He holds your gaze for a moment before softly asking, “Do you want to keep going?”

You nod, not as eagerly as you feel, still recovering from the crash of euphoria. “More than anything Eddie.” You run a hand over his head and let it rest at his jaw. You pull his face forward and give him a quick kiss.

“Please… wanna feel you.”

Eddie grunts and scrunches his face. His breath is heaving. He can’t believe this is actually happening. Should he pinch himself? He has to be dreaming.

He opens his eyes and sees you with your hair disheveled across the pillow, cheeks flushed and mouth open in a shy smile. He grins back at you.

As he rolls the condom on, he smiles to himself and says, “Can’t believe this is happening. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” you squeak as Eddie starts to line himself up with your entrance.

He freezes, eyelashes touch his eyelids as he peers up at you. He cocks his head to the side. “You… what? How long?”

You giggle. “Do you remember that week when one of your favorite band’s new albums came out so you kept humming it all throughout class and almost got in trouble?”

He smiles and nods.

“You were humming and like bopping your head back and forth and you kept trying to sing the lyrics but you didn’t have them fully memorized yet so you were kinda just loudly singing gibberish at me?”

He squints and smiles, “Yeah, I remember but what does that have to do with it?”

“You were just really, I don’t know, revved up. It was kinda hot to see you like that.”

Shocked was an understatement for Eddie. He had no idea you ever paid attention to him in that way, let alone felt the way you did.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. That and I also saw you without that bulky jacket and vest for the first time. That Hellfire Club shirt really does wonders for your upper body.”

Eddie chuckles. “So the Hellfire shirt did it for you too?”

You giggled, “Yeah. I mean, I know music is something you’re passionate about but seeing you so excited about it in that way… It was like you just had this raw, wild, almost animalistic energy that was… such a turn on. And I was seeing you like that in a classroom. I couldn’t even imagine what that kind of passion and energy would look like…“

“In the bedroom?”

You look at him shyly, “Mhm.”

“Looks like we're in a bedroom now. Still curious?”

“Mhm,” you hum with outstretched arms and grabby hands. You reach forward to pull his body closer to you.

He leans in for a kiss, but stops right before your lips touch. “What’s the magic word sweetheart?”

“Please?” You whimper.

“Uh uh. I want you to tell me what you want.”

“I-I want to see your passion and–”

“Nope,” he says firmly, fingers teasingly along your exposed skin.

“I… want you?”

“Getting closer,” he hums between sloppy kisses placed along your sternum.

“I want you inside me?”

“Almost,” he chuckles as he places a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I want you to rock my world? I don’t know. I just want you Eddie, right now. I want you so badly,” you whine, legs bobbing up and down.

Eddie chuckles at your needy response, ego boosting at the way you beg. “You mean that princess?”

But before you can even respond, the same animalistic energy you just mentioned takes over Eddie in that moment. He wants to show you just what kind of passion and energy he can give to you.

The adrenaline takes hold over you both. Your eyes trail to the muscles flexing in his abdomen. Slowly, Eddie began to move into you making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He starts off slow, not wanting to rush or cause any pain. But then you felt him, all of him, and it was better than you ever imagined. It drove you wild.

He began to rock to a slow and steady rhythm, and it was already better than anything you had ever experienced before.

“Eddie. Need more.” You gasped as you clutched the sheets.

And like the flip of a switch, heat and fervor filled the room. Eddie answered your prayers and picked up the pace. You locked your arms around his neck and held him close to you. Eddie groped your sweat coated flesh and groaned between your whimpers and moans.

He gave it all to you and savored your responsive body. “God you feel–so fucking good,” he would grunt in your neck.

“I can’t get enough Eddie,” you said. “I need you like this forever.”

Eddie hiked your leg up and hooked it around his hips. The position inflicting a newfound wave of pleasure. The coil in your stomach being brought back to life.

You grasp at his shoulders, fingernails digging into the hot skin.

“Oh Eddie,” you whimpered. Eddie leans forward for a sloppy kiss, practically sucking your mouth.

“Such a dirty fucking girl,” he mumbled against your lips. You gasped but he kissed the gasp right out of your mouth.

“You act so innocent in class with your little cheer skirt and ponytail,” he kisses you again, “But only I know how naughty you really are. Isn’t that right?”

You whimper and tightly wrap your other leg around his hip in response and Eddie chuckles. “Don’t worry princess, your secret’s safe with me.”

At this point, he’d reduced you to a mess of scattered whimpers and moans. But he’s starting to feel close and he knows you are too. Your bodies are heaving and breathless. Sweat clinging to your skin as your bodies morph into one.

It feels too good, like unearthly good. Eddie’s never even felt this way before. Like he was just made for loving you.

Eddie’s heart races as he admires the way your face tightens and screws. His skin feels alives at every point where yours touches it. As your legs cling to his hips and your arms cling around his shoulder, you press your chest against his. You whimper and breathe shallowly along his neck.

Eddie’s movements become harder and faster. His thrusts are sloppy and messy but it feels just like heaven. The hair that doesn’t cling to the sweat on his skin hangs over your face, tickling your own skin.

“Eddie, you feel so–ahh, feel so good… I’m cl–” you gasp at a particularly deep thrust, hitting a new spot within you.

“It’s okay, let go for me baby,” he coaxes. You’re on the verge of tears. The pain and pleasure becoming all too much for you. But you want it all. You want all of him right now. You run your fingers through his hair and tug lightly at the scalp. Eddies groans and kisses you passionately.

The coil of tension within you snaps. You’re crying out his name and soon he’s crying out yours too.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers into you neck as you reach your peaks.

You’re whimpering and shuddering under his touch as you see stars. He rocks you through your pleasure as you come down.

You’re breathing heavily, feeling waves of euphoria crash throughout your body. As the sensations slowly subside, you lay down blissed out with Eddie and his heavenly body lying next to you.

After a moment to catch your breath, you and Eddie turn to face each other. Eddie pulls your body against his. He wraps his arm around your waist to hold you close.

You close your eyes and smile in bliss. Eddie places soft kisses along your closed eyelids, then your nose, and ends at your mouth.

You hum contentedly and nuzzle your head into his chest.

You’re still a bit breathless but you have enough in you to say, “Oh Eddie, that was-that was so good.”

“Yeah? You liked it?”

You run your fingertips along the plane of his shoulder, “Mhm. Did you?”

“Every second of it. You did so well, baby.”

Your heart flutters at his words. You open your eyes and see him smiling down at you. You lean forward and slowly kiss him.

“You were really good too. I-I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good before.”

For a second, your praise injects a wave of pride in Eddie, but then his head comes back to earth. Was this just your way of getting over your ex? Is Eddie just a rebound for a jerk who couldn’t even treat you right?

He doesn’t want to get ahead of himself or ruin the moment so he tries to play it off by saying, “It’s what you deserve princess.”

His words ring a bell reminding you of your conversation earlier that day.

“All thanks to you, Prince Charming,” you say as you peck his lips.

“Woah, I don’t know about Prince Charming.”

“Why not?”

“I’m far from it babe. More like a lovable jester.”

“You can be my loveable jester.” You coo as you smile at him.

He looks at you quizzically, trying to see if you’re just fucking with him or not.

You notice his features and ask, “What?”

“You mean that?” He asks, voice fragile.

You nod, “Yeah, I want to give this a shot.”

Eddie laughs, “And here I was hoping we’ll still be friends after this,” Eddie says, a half joke half truth.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind, but I think I want to be more than just friends after this Munson.”

“You sure about that princess,” he asks as he leans over to kiss you. You feel the warmth of his mouth and savor the taste of his tongue.

You pull away, looking lovingly into his eyes. “More than anything in the world.”

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CamGirlAU - A Proposal

Hiya ya’ll sorry this has been a long time coming! I’ve been super sick and really had to put this on the back burner! It’s my first time writing smut all on my own lmao so please be kind to me! and I know I said this would be a CamGirl fic, but I’m thinking of incorporating Sugar baby/daddy dynamics in here also. either way I hope you enjoy it! also I’m giving my girl @whoahoney some love in this fic, pls follow her; she posts amazing Eddie fics and Stranger Things content.

Pairing: Modern!Aemond x Camgirl!Reader, Honey x Modern!Eddie Munson.

Warnings: Smut minors DNI, Sexual innuendos, Use of Wacky Baccy, Swearing.

Word Count: 4.5k

The incessant blaring alarm pulled her from her slumber for the third time this morning, she let out an exasperated sigh as she snatched the phone from the wireless charger on the bedside table. If she didn’t get up now she’d miss the train and it would then be a 40 minute uber and she wasn’t interested in forking out that much money. Throwing back the covers with a grunt, her legs stretching as she stood to stretch, she gave herself a once over in the floor length mirror in the corner of her room. Pulling on stockings and a black and grey skirt, tucking in a thick black sweater, and slipping on her well loved platform Mary Janes. Her laptop already sat in her bag along with its charger and a book to read - she had the forethought to pre pack her bag the night before, which meant she had time to tie the top section of her hair into a little bun. She headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth before grabbing her bag and her over ear headphones from the stand on the edge of her desk. taking the stairs two at as time as she swiped her keys from the bowl on the kitchen bench yelling a quick “See ya!” to her roommate who was simply known as ‘Honey’.

Winter in Kings Landing was certainly setting, the brisk breeze as she stepped out of the run down apartment in Flea Bottom sending a jolt through her body. letting muscle memory take over as she put her headphones on and made her trek to the station. It was bustling as usual, not that she could care, she had places to be - and luckily she made the train in time, no free seats though; standing it would be. Scrolling aimlessly through social media filled the time, sending out a post on her cam socials

‘Going live tonight my sweets, hope to see you all there.

Planetary_M0ans xx’

There’s nothing that will ever top the satisfaction of watching all the likes, comments and Dm’s roll in. This whole thing started after a particularly terrible breakup, he had called her a prude and she too that personally. When she first started it all - it freaked her out; all the attention from men, she was shy and prior to her first stream had never even taken a nude picture of herself. Now she was ‘Out pasting her pussy on the sidewalk’ as Honey would say; with the most love and respect. Honey was one of her only friends who had stuck around after the break up, picked her up out of her pity party and into what she had called her ‘Villain Era’. Said Villain Era consisted mostly of eating terrible microwaved mac and cheese and posting thirst traps online; and getting paid. So it all worked out in her favour she would say.

The train came to a screeching halt as she got off at her stop, it was only a five minute walk from where she was so sh wasn’t going to be terribly late to class. The door of the lecture hall clicked closed behind her as she quickly found a seat in the back of the room and opened her laptop, beginning to take notes. At least it was an interesting class - Homicide; The class always brought something different each week and the lecturer didn’t act like he was being held at gun point to be there. The single buzz of her phone in her hand pulled her from her focus, she unlocked her phone to see a message from one of her regular viewers Sunfyre96;

‘Wear that red set, you look delicious in it. I’ll tip extra’

Her eyebrow raised, she knew the set they were talking about it wasn’t the first time he had suggested it.

‘Of course! anything else, My King?’ she responded, they had requested that they only be referred to as ‘My King’ the first time they spoke; and he tipped big, it worked for her. The speech dots appeared and disappeared several times she knew he was trying to come up with a snarky response but only returned with ‘Good, I’ll transfer before the stream’. She double tapped the message to heart it ‘Thank you, My King’ was all she responded with before locking her phone; focusing on the lecture once more.

Once again she was thrust into the cold as her lecture finished, she made her way down the steps of the lecture hall and across the Quad to one of the several campus coffee shops. She rubbed her hands as she waited in line rehearsing what she wanted to order, she stepped up to the counter the man at the counter flashing her a smile “Hello! What can I get for you today?” he asked cheerily. She smiled back at him “Uh Yeah Hi, can I please get a Hot chocolate on oat milk and a blueberry muffin please?” she asked, digging out her card from her wallet, half watching him punch in the order. Pressing her card to the reader, the little beep letting her know it had processed, she gave him another smile as she stepped off to the side to wait for her drink.

Once she had received the rich sugary drink that fuelled her very body and her muffin she would save for a snack later, she began her walk to the station to head home. Putting on her headphones as soon as she sat on the uncomfortable arcade floor patterned seats and sipping her drink, staring out the window thinking about all the things she had to do be for the stream. She decided to be a courteous roomie and send Honey a text,

‘Hi my love, Just letting you know that I’m doing aa spicy stream tonight. Just wanted to be a good roomie and let you know xx’ She replied almost instantaneously ‘If King Sunfyre needs a second, you know where to find me x’, she stifled a snort as the text came through, She could always count on her friend to be accepting. The ride home felt much quicker than the ride that morning, the luke warm heating of the apartment foyer taking some of the chill off her bones. she gave the lady at the front desk a wave, to which she received a sour look and a raised eyebrow over the rim of her purple glasses frames. She cringed at the look and started up the stairwell to the apartment, her keys jiggled in the door as she struggled with the lock, it tended to get jammed on chillier days. Finally shouldering the door open she was met with the smell of weed and patchouli candles, she couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that her friend probably had a certain curly haired puppy eyed boy over.

She didn’t bother with calling out, not wanting to disturb whatever was going on in her roommates room. A quick tidy up of her room was the first chore off the list, laying out the requested red set and snapping a picture and sending it to the requester;

‘The red set, as requested. My King’. There was no response, only the ping of her bank account getting a deposit; she went to check on the amount, thinking it would only be $20 like it usually was. Her breath hitched in her throat s she saw not just two but three zero’s “What do you mean $200?!” she exclaimed, immediately sending her gifter a thank you note, and an attached special picture. Before almost slamming Honey’s door open “I’m sorry for interrupting whatever-the-fuck is going on in here but Sunfyre96 just paid me $200!”. Both Honey and her friend jumped in fright, the brunet trying to hide the glass bong behind his back, no doubt spilling bong water on the floor. Honey gasped “No fucking way! he did not!”, all she could do was nod frantically and show her the bank account “Sushi is on me fella’s!” she laughed, so giddy that she was shaking. Her friends toasted counter part grinned at her “Hell yeah, dudette. Get on that grind” he high fived her, she returned the favour. “Anyway! that’s the good news, I’ll see you guys at like 8pm!” she smiled, closing the door behind her and heading back to her room.

Making quick work of cleaning her room and setting up her equipment, making sure everything was clean before changing into her set for the night. She pulled on a silky robe for her own modesty turning on her setup, ring lights, soft box and back drop that hides the rest of her room from prying eyes. Logging into her computer and opening spotify and pressing play on her chosen playlist for the night. Before she stepped back into the mirror to look at herself, the chosen set was stunning; a deep blood red boning and lace a nude mesh not leaving much for the imagination between her legs. But the bra of the set was a quarter cup, so her breasts sat almost uncomfortably high, her nipples nearly popping over the edge of the cup - there was sure to be a nip slip tonight. Not one to waste too much time, she logged into he streaming platform and her work socials and keyed in all the appropriate information before sending out that a link would be dropping in fifteen minutes. Though she sent an early access link to a few of her higher tier subs for a private pre-show, which was mostly just chatting to a few lonely men and women, though some she came to genuinely enjoy.

Taking the spare few minutes she had to pop on a pretty red lip, her patrons loved when her pretty little lips got all smudged - Their words, not hers. And a matching red bunny mask, she didn’t need anyone finding out her identity. As promised she spent the first fifteen minutes talking to her higher tier subscribers, laughing at their jokes and making sure they were well taken care of. She sent out the secondary link - already having it queued to go out after the fifteen minutes was up, her chat exploded with messages and suggestions. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, “Yes, Yes. Hello my loves! How are you all? I appreciate you all coming by tonight! Let’s get started shall we?” She asked.

Luckily she had bought a sit to stand desk making use of the adjustable settings to get that perfect height, she hooked each of her legs over the arm of her chair causing her tummy to scrunch up. Exposing her clothed core to the camera - running a delicate manicured finger down the centre of the mesh slowly, watching some of the messages roll by each one making a little ping. “Take it off?” she asked innocently “I’ll take it off if we can get my tip jar to $300, I’ll be good to you I promise” she continued, rubbing small circles over her clit, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Unsurprisingly they surpassed the goal set by well over $600, “Aw! Thank you so much my loves” her voice came out sickly sweet. Unhooking her legs from the chair and standing once more “Can we just admire how stunning this set is? Thank you again to Sunfyre96 for their generous donation. I hope I’m doing it justice” she said to the camera, turning around and bending down. Exposing the soft rounds of her ass as she hooked her thumbs on each side of the band and shimmying it down her legs, she was smart enough to wear her thong over her garter so the pretty stockings and garter remained but her pussy was now fully exposed.

She ran a hand over her ass before giving herself a squeeze before sitting once more, hooking her legs over her chair once more. Her heat was now on full display in all its glistening beauty, she ran two fingers along the slit before circling her clit, she leant her head back against the chair, her toes curling in pleasure “Ugh, fuuuck” she moaned. She picked up the pace feeling that familiar bubble in the pit of her stomach form, though her fingers just weren’t cutting it - reaching for the basket beside her chair pulling out her tried and true wand. She was so used to using it that she didn’t even really need to look to see if it was turned on before she held it to her aching button. Switching her wand to her non-dominant hand using her centre two fingers to sink into herself, she couldn’t contain her moans from that point on.

Oh Gods!

Oh Fuck!

I’m gonna cum!

The ever tightening coil in her stomach finally snapped, she rode out that glorious high with her lip between her teeth - though she was sure the apartment three doors down would have heard her by now. When the slight numbness in her body died down, she leant forward to check the chat which was now flooding with comments taking the time to thank each person personally for their donations. “Thank you for coming by my loves! I hope you all had a wonderful time, I will see you later in the week” she said sweetly, blowing a kiss to the camera and ending the stream.

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she stood to clean herself up, putting on a fresh pair of leggings and black thigh high socks with an oversized shirt, a half faded band name printed on the front of it and tour dates on the back. Grabbing her phone from her desk and taking it with her to Honey’s room - making sure to knock this time. Honey and her scruffy haired friend were known to have relations from time to time; it was better for her to be safe than sorry. Only entering when she heard Honey tell her to come in, both of them were under the covers, Honey’s hair was disheveled as she laid on her friends chest; she bit back her grin. “Do you guys still want sushi? I’m sure you both have worked up an appetite” she winked, both of them nodded “Just come down stairs and I’ll order it when you guys are ready” she smiled, closing the door behind her and heading down stairs.

She snatched the tv remote from the table changing it to some lofi on YouTube as she sunk into the worn couch with a loud sigh. A soft tail brushed up against her leg, the near silent plop her feline companion made was more than enough to make her heart squeeze. She stroked the soft fur as she posted on her socials;

‘Thank you all again for joining me tonight, As always I appreciate every single one of you!

Planetary_M0ans xx’

The sound of two sets of thumping feet were coming down the stairs, pulling her attention away from her phone and back into reality. Two grinning faces appeared in to the room, eyes hazy and cheeks flushed and sticky; she raised her brows and gave Honey a knowing look as they made their way to the two seater adjacent to hers. The apartment wasn’t in terrible condition, the walls were that weird shade of beige with a satin finish that always made them feel sticky, the flooring was wood up until the kitchen; where ugly apricot tiles started - they were only in the kitchen which was vaguely annoying, why not just keep the hardwood? “-getting?” She caught the tail end of Honey’s question, “Huh?” she questioned shaking off the fog clouding her brain “What are we getting?” Honey asked with a half laugh. Shaking her head once more and opening her phone “Ya’ll still want sushi right? Or we could get burgers?” she asked without looking up. An excited “Oh!” was heard from her companion, looking over the rim of her glasses, her smirk hidden by her phone; Honey snorted at his reaction “Burgers please, oh kind ruler” she laughed, it was one that came from the depths of her throat.

They passed around the phone each of them taking turns in ordering what they wanted from the local burger joint - Joey’s. They all sat and chatted for a while, exchanging giggles and jokes until Honey’s scruffy haired companion - Eddie, broke the giggles “Hey, I uh gave your phone number to my Uncle. You said you were an accountant and I told him you were really good at your job and could help him file his taxes” he said with a sheepish grin. Both her and Honey stared from each other, to Eddie and then back to each other before bursting into a fit of racious laughter. “E-Eddie! That’s not the type of accountant she is!” Honey cackled, slapping him on the arm playfully, “There’s other kind’s of - Oh.” he began before cutting himself off, his face flushing. He looked to the girl opposite him, as she wiped the tears from her eyes with the inside of her shirt “I’m sorry - I” he stammered. She waved him off hardly containing her laughter “It’s no problem at all dude, but I would fuck up your Uncles tax so bad. I’ll send you the details of my actual accountant later though” she chuckled.

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she took that first bite of her burger, chasing it with a mouth full of fries “My fucking god! Joey’s never fails us!” she groaned. Her roommate giggled at her “Praise Joey, King of the grill!” she praises in between bites of her own burger, Eddie on the other hand was so consumed in his burger that he said absolutely nothing the entire time, choosing to focus his attention wholly on the food in front of him. “Praise Joey!” she laughed, the three of them had spent many a night drinking and stumbling into Joey’s grill for a late night burger. Sighing in contentment as she popped the last part of her burger in her mouth, slapping both hands on both her legs and getting ups with a sigh “Well! I’m going to shower and go to bed, I’m tired as heck” she said with a yawn.

The steaming water soothed her body and she stepped into the shower and letting her shoulders drop and throwing her head into the water. She spent a while washing and conditioning her hair, and moisturinging after she got out she slipped into her favourite pajama's; yellow and black tartan bottoms and a plain black shirt. The hardwood creaked as she padded across the hall to her room, closing the door behind her as she stepped inside and flicking the light off. She crawled into bed under the cover of darkness and opened her phone once she was situated, there was a notification of a message through Instagram;

Legacy_98 sent you a message request

this’ll be good she thought to herself as she opened her insta and read the message; Hello, I viewed your live stream tonight. I want to know if you would be interested in an arrangement?

Her brows furrowed, she exited out of the message and looked at the profile, no followers, no following and no posts - suspicious. She was very familiar with the type of person she was dealing with here, a total fake - these guys really have to try harder. Switching back over to the message she began to reply; Sure! what did you have in mind? She hit send and exited out of the app, choosing to scroll on TikTok instead.

less than two minutes later came a response; I would like to pay you for private calls and for you to accompany me to events, set your price. I will pay. Her eyebrows rose now she was intrigued, I don’t usually take private clients. She responded. The response bubble popped up You seem to give Sunfyre96 special treatment Was all he responded with, an incredulous laugh escaped her before she replied again. Bold words for someone requesting my services she retorted, her chest puffing at her snarky response I’ll pay you $2,000 a call.

“He’ll pay what?!” Honey exclaimed from the kitchen, watching the breakfast sausages she had sizzling in the pan. “He said he would pay 2k every phone call!” she replied, Honey turned to her friend, the tongs still in her hand “And what did you say?” she pressed. “I said yes - but only if he could provide proof he had the funds!” She said, putting her hands up in mock surrender. Honey’s brows rose higher - if that was even possible, “And how did he do that?” she questioned, turning back to the stove to take the sausages off the heat. “…He paid me 3 grand up front…” she mumbled, Honey’s head whipped around so fast she was sure her friends neck would break “What!” she cried, nearly dropping the plate full of breakfast sausages. She shrugged “I mean yeah, like it’s no biggie if this guy want’s to spend his money on me” she tried to play it cool but her insides were just about vibrating. Honey sighed heavily “If you’re sure about it - just be safe and don’t be stupid about it. Keep your head screwed on; I don’t need another messy girl on my doorstep”. She pressed her hand to her chest in offence “I’ll have you know that this is my apartment!” she laughed “But I will, I promise. that won’t happen to me again” she finished, loading her plate with some eggs, a pancake, some bacon and some breakfast sausage. They both ate together in silence “Where’d Eddie go?” she asked her friend softly, a soft sigh escaped her “Oh - uh, He’s at band practice. They are hoping to be picked up by talent scouts at their next gig” Honey responded, swallowing the hunk of pancake in her mouth.

Nodding to her friend as she thought for a moment, “Why don’t you go and surprise him? take him lunch or something, that’d be cute” she offered, as she stood up and walked to the kitchen to wash her plate. There was a pause, “Hmm, I might. I dunno” Honey replied softly, Her friend rose her eyebrow “What’s the matter?” she asked, taking her friends hand and leading her to the couch. Honey sat with a loud sigh and threw her legs across her friends “I don’t know, I just don’t think we’re going anywhere. Like - I invite him over, we, you know…And then he acts like he’s oblivious to what’s going on” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. She sat for a moment to formulate what she needed to say, “Well - If you feel he isn’t giving you the attention your relationship deserves, have a talk to him about it! you never know, he might not know he’s doing it. and if not; There are plenty of hot guys out there! this is Kings Landing!” she smiled, rubbing Honey’s calf soothingly. “You know what? You’re right - life’s too short to do this stupid little dance, I’m going Up-Town right now” Honey said trying to hype herself up.

About twenty minutes later she was left all alone in the apartment, laying on the couch staring at the ceiling - doing nothing. She had tidied the kitchen and done the dishes by the time Honey had left to confess her undying love to Eddie - so she was left with not much to do. Just as she was about to fall sleep; her phone buzzed on her stomach, she picked it up to see a message from Legacy_98;

Are you free to call right now? I would like to talk about our arrangement. She could feel her heart beginning to race as she began to type Uh yeah, sure. Give me two seconds and I’ll call. Quickly jogging up the stairs and into her room, closing the door behind her, perching herself on the side of her bed; pressing the little call icon on the app.

It rang once, twice and picked up on the third ring; “Hello?” a deep, smooth voice asked “Hello, am I talking to Legacy98?” she asked softly, a little unsure of herself. A beat of silence followed the question, “Yes, I am.” was all he said, “Not much of a talker, are you?” she quipped light heartedly. He let out a soft chuckle - the kind that just comes from your nose “No - I suppose I’m not” he responded, a smile toying at the corners of his lips. A sigh escaped her - “Well, my name’s Kit, It’s nice to meet you. I like long walks on the beach and eating shredded cheese from the bag when I’m sad” she wasn’t exactly sure where they reply came from but the rumble of a chuckle over the phone made her smile. A short silence followed as if in contemplation, “My name’s Aemond -” the following sentence that garbled over the phone line fell of deff ears, surely they were joking right? right? Shaking the stunned silence from her throat with a cough “Um, I’m sorry - I didn’t catch that, you said your name was Aemond - right? as in -”. He cut her off, his smooth voice overlaying her own “As in Aemond Targaryen”. Aemond said it as if he and his family weren’t house hold names and constantly on the front pages of magazines, there were fan pages online dedicated to this man. He could feel the tension on the phone line “All I ask is that you come to one event with me, all you have to do is act as arm candy. I’ll pay for all the expenses. If you find you still don’t want to do this - we can go our separate ways”.

Her eyebrows rose as a smirk spread across her face “Deal” was all she said, he made a sound somewhere in-between an acknowledgement and a grunt before he hung up.

Legacy_98: Meet at this address tomorrow at 8am, do not be late.

Planetary_m0ans: I won’t.

She flopped back onto her bed, a satisfied grin on her face and a thrumming in her ears. Things just got a hell of a lot more interesting.

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polar-equinoxx · 1 year

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A fic masterlist! Finally!

And here is my ao3 account :D

Take your pick, all of these are sfw, full of fluff or angst and definitely hurt/comfort; and are rated either gen or teen^^

More detailed summaries added underneath each one and oh my god this post is so long

featuring the main two of all of these bc why the hell not

Oh and the series on ao3 is linked in the headings of each sector :)

I will be updating this whenever I write more fics, so keep watch XD

☁️The heavens told me that clouds have been grey

all of my icemav fics! So guaranteed smooches <3 none of them link to each other unless they are in a seperate series ^^

find the masterlist here! yes I made a seperate post its because there are so many of them quq

🌟Canons shoot ships but not this one

all of my fics that could fit into the canon timeline, (featuring an occasional icemav smooch cus lets be for real they did probably kiss at least once)

find the masterlist here! yes I made a seperate post for this too lmao

Long-fics (5k or above)

🍁Hot Summer Nights to Cold Winter Days (18k words, 10 chapters split between two works)

Rated Teen, with fluff and a genourous amount of angst and hurt/comfort

When Goose and his pilot were allowed to go to Top Gun, then Ice couldn’t think of anything better. Only until he’d seen Maverick and fallen head over heels in love with him. That July Saturday had changed everything, Goose had gone, and Maverick had fallen into a deep dark pit, and Ice, wanting to look out for Maverick, had dived straight in after him, unwilling to let his wingman get stuck there. Ice promised Maverick he’d go to the ends of the earth with him, and that is what he would do, even if it meant they’d both hurt.

❄️Returning to You (25k words, 15 chapters)

❄️ Letters : Epilogue (1.5k words)

Rated Teen, a lot of angst. Seriously. But a lot of hurt comfort to make up for it :,) Oh yeah, the amnesia is the cause of the angst..

In the months after Goose’s death, Maverick has been forging a deep friendship with Iceman. So deep, in fact it feels like nothing could come between them, even though he hasn’t been entirely honest about exactly how he is feeling. It’s hard to do, but it only seems to get harder when a scouting mission takes a turn for the worse.

🌷Galloping into the Cold (5k+ words, completely a wip, 3 chapters right now)

Rated Teen, angst, fluff hurt-comfort, medieval au, they ride horses.

Thomas Kazansky, nicknamed Ice for the personality that isn’t even his; feels like he’s stuck in his pampered posh life. That’s until he falls off his horse and meets Peter Mitchell and realises he might have a chance to be something other than his surname.

🌙 when the human strokes your skin, that is when you let them in (29k words, 14 chapters)

Rated Teen, angst hurt/comfort and secretive mutual pining with miscommunication sprinkled on top

Top Gun. Top Gun! Maverick had only gone and actually done it, and it would be the best five weeks of his life, for sure. If only there wasn’t a distraction with the name of Iceman. Anyway, he was so relieved that he was going to do it and win that trophy with Goose. But many things don’t go to plan.

🌹Roses (5k words, a 4+1)

Rated Teen, angst, unrequited love, a lot of valentines days, pining and eventual fluff

Nobody in Iceman’s life has meant more to him than Pete Mitchell does. He’s dangerous and annoying but incredibly cute, and Ice thinks if he looks at him one more time with that smile of his, his legs are going to give out under him. Try as he might, he can’t say anything to address the crush he has on him. // Or, the four times Ice wants to admit to Maverick that he loves him and the one time he does.

🧊Not Enough (11k words, a 5+1)

Rated teen, angst, self doubt, abusive parents, mutual pining and eventual fluff

Iceman has been told one way or another and all through his life that he's not good enough, for whatever that may be. He dreads turning out even the slightest bit like his father, and he'll do everything in his power to stop himself from becoming like him. / Or, five ways people say to Ice that he's not enough and the one time he says it.

🐎Heaven In Your Eyes (WIP, 2 chapters at 3k)

They r cowboys, no-one dies, (!?!), they ride horses, with pining, fluff and friends to lovers

Thomas Kazansky is the notorious peace-maker of the new place in Colorado the people call Durango. Pete Mitchell was supposed to be passing it on his way to California, but the small town seemed nice enough to stay for while. For some reason, their paths keep crossing, but Pete, as rebellious as he is, doesn't mind. / Or, a western icemav fic that takes place in 1886

❤️‍🩹Goose lives AU (Goose lives and there's no such thing as DADT)

❤️‍🩹Seasick (1632 words)

Rated Teen, sickfic, hurt/comfort A mission is flown, the mission is successful, but a certain Pete Maverick Mitchell is seasick. Badly.

❤️‍🩹Saved by Sickness (2037 words)

Rated Teen, sickfic, hurt/comfort, this is how Goose lives lol The thing about Iceman is that he never gets sick. Or at least he thought he didn’t. Most of the time it was just a cold. Most of the time he jut felt a little bit more tired for a couple of days, then he was back to normal. This was not one of those times, as he's about to find out.

❤️‍🩹Spur of the Moment (3788 words)

Rated Teen, with fluff, pining, Goose and Slider embarrassing both Ice and Mav, and no DADT cus who am I to do that??? Maverick is about to fall asleep standing. He's so tired that the last thing he's going to be thinking about is what comes out of his mouth. Especially if it's 'baby'. Especially if it's to his wingman. Or, Maverick calls Ice 'baby' for the first time.

🕊Angelus AU (The icemav boys are angels, but that isn't normal)

🕊Growing Pains (1494 words)

Rated Teen, patching up injuries, angst, post-argument, hurt/comfort He doesn’t know how he gets to his bathroom, but once he reaches a point that lets him lift his head up to try and see his back in the mirror, he’s immediately chucked into a pit of horror and disbelief. “Oh god-” His wings were growing. God dammit of course they had to choose tonight to start.

🕊Cold Wings (2137)

Rated Teen, patching up injuries, fluff, hurt/comfort

The good news? Ice was there. / The bad news? There was blood all over his back and he was about to collapse over the sink. / “Oh jesus christ-” Maverick says as he shuts the door behind him and goes straight over to him, dropping the towel on the floor. || Or, Ice's wings decide to appear at a very awkward time.

🌠Shooting Stars (A small series where the icemav both stargazed as kids and Maverick dated Charlie beforehand)

🌠Starboard Half Light (3104 words)

Rated Gen, with pining, and hurt/comfort

It had been such a tiring day, and so emotionally charged too, so why was Maverick still wide awake? It seemed like the only option he had left was to go see Iceman, his newly titled wingman. Hopefully he was awake. Maverick just wanted to talk to someone. Or, Maverick and Iceman talk on the starboard side of the USS Enterprise for the entire night

🌠Shooting Stars (1886 words)

Rated Teen, a lot of kissing and pining. So much kissing seriously.

Maverick has always loved stargazing, ever since he was a kid. He has also had a crush on Iceman ever since he laid eyes on him. So what better to do than go stargazing with him, right?

🌠Afterglow (1635 words)

Rated Teen, hurt/comfort obviously with mentions of guilt tripping and Mav's past relationship with Charlie

“I- I promised…” “Hey, hey… you don’t have to be s-” “Yes I do,” Maverick interrupts him. “I promised her I wouldn’t because she’d- she…” She? “Who, Mav?” Or, Maverick wakes up in the middle of the night and tries to hide the nightmare he's just had from Ice, because he knows what will happen if he tells him.

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miela · 6 months

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Shattered Memories • Chapter XII: Sunflower Love • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: FLUFFY (smut mentions) Chapter Warnings: (18+ MDNI) // very time jumpy (its a montage lmao), think of it as a transitional chapter into the next phase. Extra: I will be taking a little break (about a week) to catch up on requests that I have to do, and just to relax my brain a bit. I will be having a Q&A bit though, so stay tuned for that! Word Count: 5.6k

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For the next six months, life for you and Peter has been nothing but the best days of your lives.

Smooth sailing and life uninterrupted.

The day after your relationship reunion with Peter, you saw that you both were put into a discord server with all your friends in it. Celina had put it together the day after the Gala, but you two were so caught up in each other that you didn't get a chance to check your phones.

Gwen had video-called Peter and he woke up to the sound of his phone going off. When he answered, he hadn't realized it was one in the afternoon. You were knocked out next to him snoring softly and in a deep slumber.

"Hello?" He asked groggily while rubbing one eye and turning to lay on his side away from you to not disturb you.

"Dude???" Gwen asked. "Where have you been?! I know it's only been a day and a half but you haven't accepted the server request-...wait where are you?? That's not your bed. Wait, are you naked???"

Peter looked down at himself to double-check. "No, I have boxers on."

You woke up to the sound of Gwen's voice and rolled over snuggling into Peter and looking towards his phone while yawning and rubbing your eye. "Baby, come back to bed," You kissed his cheek and then laid your head on his while wrapping your arm around his waist. When your eyes adjusted you focused on the screen.

"Oh…!" You smiled tiredly. "G'morning, Gwen."

Gwen's face was a mixture of shock and something else. Peter couldn't tell he was too tired to really analyze. Considering the circumstances, she probably figured out what was happening and what had happened.

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed.

Peter smiled in response.

"You guys are together?! Like for real?!"

"We are. As of yesterday."

"Dude! Let's go!" Gwen cheered happily.

You giggled softly in response.

"Well, I'll let you guys go then, but I am gonna inform everyone. We were all kinda worried about you."

"Sorry about that," Peter said genuinely.

"Hey, kiss each other so I can screenshot it and send it to everyone."

Peter snorted and you kissed his cheek longingly enough for Gwen to catch the snapshot. Blush bloomed across his cheeks as he smiled in reflex.

"Thank you!" Gwen chimed. "Sweet dreams and other things I guess."

"Gwen, please-" Peter groaned as you giggled.

"Byeeee," and with that she hung up.

After that, life has been nothing but a dream for both of you.

Your headaches were gone and you found out with research and testing that when you were made to forget Peter, your senses did not, so whenever you tried to remember him it was a push of the godforsaken spell but and pull of your senses which caused intense pressure in your head because that's where both things affected most.

It was like a constant civil war between what you knew and what you felt. The spell and your senses having an endless wrestling match and your brain was the ring.

So when you both connected again, your senses went into overload, and didn't know what to do because it was stuck behind a spell. When you first kissed it broke the barrier for your senses to not feel trapped behind the spell. Your mind though, still couldn't completely remember him.

You continued having dreams about the faceless Peter, but you didn't mind when most days you woke up to his face next to yours.

Business was good too, especially when you started social media for yourself. You joined mostly because you helped make a social media app by Stark Industries funding an intern. You made your presence on Flutter (mostly), Twitter, and Instagram for business purposes. TikTok was left for Silk, much like how Peter had a YouTube Channel for Spiderman.

You had personal accounts on Flutter, Tumblr, and Discord too and you used the username "jarjarjarvis" or "binksbby" made from the nickname Flash Thompson gave you in high school to bully you (he called you "Jar Jar Jarvis" or "Jarvis Binks" or simply "Binks") but jokes on him, you enjoyed the names because you thought they were hilarious as a Star Wars fan. Your Alias name on those was Luna Jarvis. Luna comes from Laguna, which was your nickname from Morgan when she was five because she wanted matching nicknames with you (and your room had moon and star themes). Everything there worked out because you didn't have to think too hard for an alias name. You really only joined with personal accounts to keep in touch with your friends and connect with others of your interests without the fame of a Stark attached to it.

But what the world doesn't see from you is the gallery on your phone where your most cherished moments are. And many of those moments made their way into a new scrapbook that you started that was titled "Our Story II: Reunited". Inside of it were the many memories made from your phone pictures, Peter's photography camera, and a Polaroid you both brought everywhere to capture memories that you and Peter had been making in those six months.

You learned in those months how much of a romantic Peter could be. Dates were nothing but going all out despite his small budget. He knew ways to utilize his resources without going broke. You loved how intimate those dates were. But Peter wasn't the only one making dates though. You also took him out on dates too. It challenged you to stay within budget and not spoil the hell out of him like you wanted to (he wouldn't let you because, by all means, you tried). You two had a dynamite dynamic.

The seasons passed and you both accommodated them together. The autumn season, when you both reunited as a couple, was filled with red, orange, and gold colored walks in the park during your long lunch breaks and cafe trips after his classes. Hot tea and hot cocoa under heated blankets on the cooler days as you guys binge-watch movies, TV shows, or Celina's YouTube videos. When winter rolled around you went ice skating and built a snowman or had a snowball fight with Morgan in the front yard. Then you would have a hot (and sometimes steamy) shower and then cuddle up on the warm couch. You celebrated the holidays together and on New Year's, Celina and Ned hosted a party at their house with all of your friends.

Some dates included movies. It's one of the easiest ways to spend time together without spending much money. Sometimes it would be going to dinner and then the theater, other times it was a drive-in movie in your beloved convertible but most of the time it was in the comfort of Peter's apartment under blanket forts and surrounded by pizza boxes and other types of food. Sometimes it was Chinese food, Korean barbecue, Italian food, Indian food, or other foods from different cultures but most of the time it was Mexican food due to tacos and burritos fitting well with pizza for reasons you don't understand.

When you felt like hitting the town you guys would go to bookstores where you told Peter about your favorite books and introduced him to your mystery book boyfriend. And then comic stores where you both geeked over your favorite graphic novels, manga, and comic books. Sometimes you would buy something. This usually followed up with going to a music store where you would introduce each other to different bands and artists' music that you listen to. You would buy Vinyls while he would buy CDs (a plan you both put together for when you move in together in the future like you guys talked about doing).

Most notable is when he introduced you to Cigarettes After Sex and it was a life-changing moment.

"It's giving Lana Del Rey's brooding cousin meets The Neighbourhood," you commented which made Peter laugh.

The self-titled album became a common go-to for living room or office ballroom sessions with you two slow dancing in the evenings like the married couple that you hoped to be one day. In turn, you introduced him to Turnover and their album "Peripheral Vision" which he enjoyed a lot more than you thought he would. Afterward, you would go to a cafe to replenish your energy before walking hand in hand down the city's streets or in Central Park.

Other dates would be with your friends too. You once went to a cooking class with Harry and MJ and it ended with both guys stressed and having high blood pressure because you nearly set the place on fire and MJ nearly took her finger off with how aggressively she cut the vegetables. You all agreed to never do that again.

Another time you did a Pottery class with Miles and Gwen. You and Peter decided to make mugs for each other. You had fun for the most part but you didn't enjoy the feeling of clay on your hands and you tried to not show that you were squeamish about it. Peter made you a dark purplish blue mug with pastel purple clouds and silver stars around it and at the very bottom was a heart-shaped spider web which makes you smile every time you see it. You made him a mug with the darkest shade of blue you could find with stars and the millennium falcon, the death star, and a rogue one on it. You both used your mugs religiously.

Another double date was with Celina and Ned to a Botanical Garden. Celina would tell you all different facts about different flowers which made you all happy because of how excited she got to share her knowledge on them. When you got to the butterfly house, you didn't miss how the butterflies were very attracted to you and Peter due to your bug pheromones. Celina graciously took pictures of you two with several butterflies sitting on you.

You went to an arcade with Pavitr and Gayatri. It was a place where you paid one fee per person and you could play any of the games for the entire day and you guys ended up being there for five hours. You had an absolute blast, but you all were starving afterward which meant lots of food. Gayatri showed all of you an Indian restaurant that had food that tasted the most like the food back in India. You were over the moon with how good the food was.

Sometimes there were group dates with your entire friends group. One time you all went to an underground concert for a friend of Pav, Gwen, and Miles who's name is Hobie Brown. He was a guitarist in a band. He had dark skin, a very punk style, and wicks for hairstyle. Despite the stereotypes against punks, he proved that to be wrong because was one of the nicest people you have ever met. Other group dates included museum dates, roller skating at a roller rink, a full spa day, and that one time you bought everyone a weekend trip to Disney World.

On Halloween, there was a party at Harry's frat house and you and Peter dressed up as your hero personas as a joke. It was funny hearing how people spotted the "differences" between you and your hero alternate self. Like how someone said your ass is smaller than Silk's and that Peter is shorter than Spiderman, which you both found more hilarious than insulting.

Mentioning that, you guys even went on Spider Duo Dates as you both called them. Those consisted of patrolling together, volunteering together, and stargazing on the platform of the Avengers Tower. Spidey and Silk was a hot topic on social media because of the sightings of you two patrolling together again.

When money was low on his part but he was feeling rather romantic anyway, he would set up a picnic for you both. Sometimes it was on the beach, sometimes it was at a park, and other times it would be at the lake by your house. You would bring your red guitar on those days and sing to him softly as he rested his head on your lap looking up at you lovingly like you hung the moon and created the stars or something. If it were a later picnic you would cloud gaze that turned into star gazing into the night. If a tent was involved that usually meant you were in for an…extra sweet dessert.

Speaking of, you guys did that a lot in the beginning. It started off as a daily thing you guys did at the end of the day. You both knew it was the Pheromones and that you should slow down but he was insatiable you were insatiable and both of you together were thunderously insatiable.

You were smart about it though. You weren't completely delirious because of your senses bonding after so long of being apart. You took birth control, he wore a condom and you made sure any room (or tent) you were in was soundproof to the point where people would think you weren't in there.

You learned that Peter got off on pleasuring you. He's a giver by far and one of the things he likes to do is come visit you during your lunch hour and eat (you) there in your office (on the couch or the desk) as a way to treat you (and satisfy him).

It happened so much to the point where every time Peter walked into the building (in spider suit), Nika would roll her eyes so hard at him and he would shrug.

"You said it was your job to know things," he stated to her. "It's not my fault that you're so smart."

"Oh, Puh-lease," Nika said with another eye roll. "Don't start with me, Parker. The way you two leave that damn office beaming like idiots it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you two are doing something in there. You're lucky I'm the only one who suspects anything."

"If you weren't you would gaslight them, right?"

She squinted her blue eyes hard at him. "You're lucky I like you."

After a while, once your senses got used to you guys being together, your coupling became less frequent. It was down to three times a week, a healthy amount you think.

You really appreciated how your friend groups came together like a puzzle. Peter and Ned within the first month of reconnecting, instantly became best friends again. You became close with Gwen and MJ became close with Nika. Everyone got along so well and you all hung out whenever you could.

When your 22nd birthday rolled around, no one was surprised that this day was going to be your favorite birthday to celebrate. Peter wholeheartedly expected you to be theatrical that day.

Peter woke up before you and decided to make breakfast for you with Morgan. They had gotten pretty close and she began to see him as an older brother figure which brought you joy. You knew if Morgan approved of the guy you're with, then he's a keeper. She could be an annoying little shit at times, but she did genuinely care about your well-being.

Happy also lightened up on Peter and he almost sees him as a nephew or son now, which also relieved you from your worries there. Pepper liked Peter from the start so you had no issues there.

As to be expected you were a bit dramatic in the morning but not in a bad way, but in an amusing way. You blasted "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston which made Peter laugh and Morgan roll her eyes.

"She's awake," Morgan deadpanned.

You danced down the hallway wearing a cream off-white frilly lace silk robe, a red silk bonnet with white polka dots, a green feathery fur scarf thing you found at Party City, and red heart sunglasses on your nose. Your makeup was done and your toenails and fingernails were painted the same shade of red as your lips.

Peter and Morgan watched you the entire time as you danced your way down the first set of stairs and you shimmy your shoulders and pointed at Peter which made him chuckle. You then sat on the railing of the second flight of stairs and slid down. When you reached the bottom of the railing you posed with your leg straight up in the air revealing the black red-bottom strappy heels you were wearing as you stopped yourself before you ended up flying off the staircase railing.

Thank god, for spider powers.

"How vogue," FRIDAY stated and snapped a picture of you from a hologram.

"Thanks, FRIDAY," you replied.

You had a straight face the entire time.

Morgan gave you the most disgusted look. "You're honestly so lame and embarrassing," she said with a grimace. "And you look like a mushroom."

"Omg, thank you!" You smiled genuinely and bent your leg down and then swung your legs over to step off the railing. "I was going for a red and folklore-themed beginning of 'You Need to Calm Down' Taylor look. I think I did a good job, no?"

"You look like a dorkface."

"Listen here, peasant child," you lowered your glasses to look at Morgan. "Today is my birthday, my 22nd birthday, all I ask from you is to let me be my quirky lame ass older sister self for a whopping 24 hours and then you can go back to being a little buttheaded little sister all you want, m'kay?"

Morgan rolled her eyes and turned back to being Peter's little kitchen helper. "You're still lame."

"Thank you," you sang.

"You look adorable, princess," Peter smiled.

"Aww, thank you, princey," you walked over and kissed his cheek and he responded with a kiss on your temple. "Did you make breakfast for me?"

"Mhm," he hummed in a sing-song way. "So, if you would like to sit down, your Highness, so I can serve you your royal meal, that would be greatly appreciated." He took your hand and brought it to his lips as he gazed lovingly into your eyes.

The way your heart did backflips was unreal.

"Okay," you sang lovingly after an embarrassing giggle escaped you and you walked over to the island bar and sat down as Morgan made a noise of disgust.

Peter walked over and set down the plate in front of you as he stood behind you. "A stack of strawberry banana and chocolate chip pancakes, a three cheese omelet, and strawberry jam toast."

"Ooh, are you part of the meal?" You smirked asking lowly and lowered your glasses to meet his gaze.

"Mmm, I'm for later tonight." He smirked and as he leaned in and glanced at your lips with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

"Oh? I can't wait," you replied with a smile.

Your lips met for a long moment until you heard a cup being slammed down loudly next to you. You turn and see Maguna with her hand wrapped around said cup with an annoyed look on her face.

"Milk for the big birthday baby," she fake smiled and walked away.

Your eyes follow her with one side of your nose scrunched and a bombastic side-eye.

"Hey Maguna," you started. "Remember a few years ago you were dying to see me kiss someone so you tried to get me and the babysitter to kiss? Now when I'm in a committed relationship you wanna cry about it? Kinda sus, just saying."

Morgan hurried back into the room in a huff. "I was five!"

Peter looked at you with a confused look. "Really?"

"Yeah!" You scoffed in disbelief. "And he actually tried to kiss me!"

Peter did a dramatic scoff-gasp and put his hand on his chest exaggeratingly.

"I know right?!" You matched his energy. "Fired his ass right away."

"Good. I should've been the babysitter. Then it wouldn't be so hard would it?"

"Exactly, I wouldn't hesitate to kiss you," you smirk again.

Morgan walked out again while calling out "Mom! Laguna and Peter are being weird in front of me again!"

You pfffted and began eating your food.

You finished getting dressed as Peter showered.

You wore a white sparkly fringe mini dress with the strappy heels. Peter went for a white tee shirt to match and a pair of black jeans that had you staring at his ass more than you probably should have been, and red Converse shoes. You both wore matching blazers together. You spent the afternoon out with Peter getting lunch and eating at the park as you both made paper promise rings with an origami kit that he got and walked around town before going home and being met with a surprise party with your friends there. It was filled with karaoke, games, and watching your favorite movie. After that, it was time to open your gifts. You didn’t really ask or want much so they all pitched in to help Celina make you a beautiful versatile dress that was very TS folklore-inspired. You were over the moon and you went to put it on. Celina insisted that you had to do the whole look and so she decided to re-do your makeup as well. When she was finished you hurried down the stairs to show everyone who all agreed that it was amazing.

“You look so cute!” Cindy chimed. “Like a magical forest fairy.”

“Thank you, Cin,” You smiled.

“Still look like a dorkface,” Morgan smirked.

“You know what,” You said, crossing your arms and standing in contrapposto. “When your birthday comes around I’m setting your cake on fire and throwing it in the lake.”

She stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at you and you responded by doing the same back.

Pepper sighed and rubbed her temple. “I can’t with you two.”

You smiled and looked around for Peter but you didn’t see him.

"Hey, where’s Peter?" You asked.

"I think he went outside," Celina commented, coming in from behind.

"Yeah, through the back," Gwen added with a thin-lipped smile.

All your friends looked at each other and nodded before looking back at you. You squinted at them all acting suspiciously.

“Girl,” Nika started. “Stop mentally investigating and go find your boyfriend.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” you smiled. “Thank you,” you sang before hurrying to the back door as you lifted the dress from the front in fear that you would dirty it.

You overheard your friends whisper and shuffle around with your enhanced hearing but you decided to ignore it. You walked out onto the back porch and looked around for your beloved boyfriend. You could sense him but you couldn’t see him.

"Peter?" You call out softly.

You felt his aura towards the greenhouse fairytale garden that you and Morgan worked on together a couple of years ago while you were still healing mentally. It was a way for you to bond and you guys work on it together every spring. It was meant to be a little escapism for anyone who needed it and you found yourself reading in there most times. Outside of the greenhouse garden was a gazebo that was decorated with fairy and globe lights around it and flowers of various pastel colors along the sides of it. It added a nice touch to it. You built it with your own two hands. You often sat there to play guitar and think.

You followed the flower pathway that led to the garden. You saw that the lights on the gazebo were on and in the center stood Peter wearing a maroon suit with a maroon T-shirt underneath and his stark specs on.

Oh God, you thought. He looks phenomenal.

He was pacing slightly but stopped when he sensed you and looked up at you. He looked at you with wide eyes as his eye traced over the dress and blushed. You could tell he wasn’t expecting you to come out dressed in a fairytale-like dress and it caught him off guard. You smiled big with a giggle and ran over to the gazebo. You walked up onto the wooden platform and walked over by your starstruck boyfriend.

“Hello there, handsome,” you smiled.

“Hey,” he breathed out before blinking rapidly. “You look…I…I promise I’m looking respectfully.”

You snorted. “Well. I’m not looking at you respectfully. That suit is doing wonders for you and even more wonders for me.”

The blush on his face bloomed as he smiled as his composure slowly started creeping back in. “You can take it off of me later.”

“Oh?” you smirked and put your arms on his shoulders. “Is that a promise?”

He put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer. “It is. And I keep my promises.”

“Most of them anyways,” you giggled. “I did have to come find you, no?”

“Okay, fair, but I did tell you everything,” He smiled with raised eyebrows.

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” you replied in a playful defeated tone.

You both chuckled softly and after a moment of silently admiring each other like it was the first time you saw each other, Peter cleared his throat.

“Will you dance with me?” He asked you.

“Always,” you smiled.

"Hey EDITH. Please, play the song."

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and began dancing silently. He then twirled you and you giggled. You both danced around playfully and romantically around the gazebo before he pulled you back into him with your hands on his shoulders and his hands on your hips.

He smiled. "My barefoot princess.”

You had forgotten that you hurried out of the house before putting on your shoes. You knew if Morgan saw you like this she would have some witty shit to say to you about it.

"You missed your chance to say barefoot Cinderella," you replied with a playful tone.

"I'm not making a Hannah Montana reference," he grimaced with a smile.

You giggled and then you leaned your head on his shoulder and he kissed your head. "I love being your barefoot princess."

Your senses and heart were blooming and fluttering as you both danced and you couldn't help but get lost in your thoughts. You realize that if you were to ever have a wedding, you want it to be just as magical as this moment.

When the song ended, Peter pulled away for a moment.

“Um, I got you something.”

He reached into his pocket and walked behind you. You then felt him put something around your neck. You looked down to see a gold heart-shaped necklace with a sunflower on it. You looked at it with wide eyes as you felt him wrap his arms around your torso and lean his chin on your shoulder. You lift your hands to touch the golden heart and when you do, you open it to see a picture of you and Peter in it.

You pouted and looked at him with glossed-over eyes.

“Do you like it?” He asked. “I got the sunflower one because our senses are like sunflowers. Always facing their sun.”

“Yeah,” you replied softly. “I love it, Peter. So, so much.”

He smiled and kissed your cheek longingly.

About an hour later, Peter carried you inside bridal style so you wouldn’t dirty the floor from being outside in nature. He set you down on the counter of the bathroom, grabbed body-cleaning wipes from the cabinet and cleaned your feet for you. He then planted kisses on them. You watched him endearingly the entire time and he looked up at you with a smile.

“You’re so pretty,” he cooed.

Your face burned and you looked away from him shyly and you pressed your lips together to keep from smiling like an idiot and failing miserably. You both then went back down by your friends who teased both of you playfully. It was then time for everyone to leave and you and Peter ended the night in bliss.

The next day you were met with another gift. It was a heart-shaped box with star name tags with the words "from Peter" on it with a heart.

You opened the box and were met with

adoption papers for a kitten and a love letter from your beloved boyfriend.

Peter had gone and gotten you a rescue fluffy ragdoll kitten who was born on the day you climbed through Peter's window and reconnected.

You teared up and hugged the letter to your chest after reading it.

It was sitting in a room that was made into a cat room by your friends while you were out with Peter. The kitten was presented to you on a cat bed when you walked in.

"Hi little one," you cooed softly as the cat rubbed its head on your hand and began purring.

You spent the rest of the weekend playing with the bundle of fur, sending pictures in Discord, and telling Peter that he's the best boyfriend ever.

All in all, everything was perfect. You didn't feel that giant hole in your chest anymore, you got out more, your relationships were strong and overall you had a clearer mindset about everything. You still missed your dear old dad and you still had days when your mental health would decline, but for the most part, everything in your life was falling into place. It was like you were living in a contemporary age fairytale.

Until the universe decided it had other plans for you.

It was the monday after your birthday when you walked to the back of the Avengers building to go for a coffee run. Really you just needed out from your hovering board members who were bothering you about anything and everything. Your best bet was to escape through the employee parking garage.

Before you could go any further than the parking lot, your senses began tingling. You stopped and looked around before you saw your spider-boyfriend ease down on a web upside down. He was wearing the red and black spider suit you made for him, and it was honestly your favorite.

You smiled at him, "Spidey."

"Miss Stark," he replied.

"Fancy seeing you here in my employee parking lot," you crossed your arms and leaned back on the wall with one leg crossed over the other.

"I was in the neighborhood," he shrugged. "I figured I'd bring you lunch but you weren't in your office so I gave it to Nika to put it there for you. She told me where you'd be."

"Ah," you replied and tilted your head to the side and checked him out in his suit with your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth.

He smirked. "I saw you brought Dutchess Willow to work."

Dutchess Willow, or just Willow, is what you named your new kitten. She was in your office napping on the couch when you walked out.

"She's too cute to leave at home. Plus she keeps me sane."

"I'm glad," you could hear the smile in his voice.

"So what brings you here besides bringing me lunch hm?" You smirked. "I'm sure you didn't sense any danger in Mid-Manhattan all the way from Queens."

"Nah," he leaned his hand on the wall next to your head as if he were leaning you back on the wall. "Just you."

"Oh?" Your smile widened as you let out a giggle. "Am I distracting you from your hero duties, Spidey?"

"Just a bit," you could hear the smirk in his voice. "I have an idea of how that could be fixed."

"Do you now?"

He tapped the area where his lips would be and you laughed softly and bit your lip again. "You're cute."

"In this suit? I think I'm a little more than cute."

"Hot?" You pulled his mask halfway up his face. "Sexy, perhaps?" You moved your face closer to his. "Maybe…fuckable?"

"Ooh," he began with a smirk on his visible lips. "Can't say things like that while I'm in a suit this tight, princess."

"You have a guard there," you replied lowly.

"Yeah, that's part of the problem."

You both giggled and you leaned in and kissed his lips softly and he reciprocated. Your hands cradled his face and it felt strange because he was hanging upside down but the kiss was absolutely electrifying.

You guys pulled back for a moment looking at each other drunk from the kiss before he flipped himself to stand normally and pressed you against the wall while kissing you deeply and you invited his tongue to explore your mouth. Your leg instinctively went around his waist and he held it in his hand while his other arm leaned against the wall next to your head.

He grinded himself against you instinctively. And you moaned softly in response.

"Spidey," you smiled with a flirty tone. "Save that for later."

"Sorry," he apologized. "Can't help it sometimes. Gotta have you thinking about me."

You hummed in amusement and playful doubt as you kissed him again as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Moments like these were sweet and had you giddy but usually, it was in a more secluded area. So you didn't spot the figure in the distance with a camera out filming the both of you caught up in your little moment, you didn't hear the whispers of an act of sabotage and secret defamation, and didn't expect it to be on blast on the Internet as the number one trending topic in a matter of hours.

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a-very-tired-raven · 11 months

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OKAY, FINALLY, THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!! Welcome, my Grills, Dills, and Nonbinary Eels, to my pride art event!

This is how its all gonna go down! Im going to be doing a pride drawing, of my Oc Ameryllis. Due to some of you wanting to help out in some way, I'll be accepting your OWN drawings of him.

This will go up untill the 18th, which gives you all about a week to submit them.

All references I have of Ameryllis will be posted below, along with text descriptions because my handwriting is shit lmao. You do NOT have to participate if you dont want to.

Also, drawing your own ocs with him is welcome! I dont care what your drawings are, as long as they involve my fruity child. Feel free to ask any questions if needed!!! Also, buckle up, this is a long post. Alrighty *cracks fingers one at a time* Here we go!

A small description of Ameryllis to help get into his character: He was orginally my dolortale metta. Hes long since became his own character(though i may still use him as his orginal role), and i have unfortunately lost his metta design.

Anywho, Ameryllis represents the stage of acceptance in the stages of grief, hence the flowers hes named after. He has a GREAT love for theater, and uses this to help the undergound cope. He might seem stuck up and arrogant at glance, but this isnt the case. Though its incredibly hard to crack open his shell and see the real him. At first, hes a little cold, and hardly ever smiles, this making him hard to read as his emotions are very subtle, though his smug and dramatic demeanor shines through anyhow. Once you get to know him better, you'll find him showing that ever so slight smile more often, and youll see that hes really a total sweetheart, even if he has trouble showing it.( TSUNDERE). Even so hes very much a bitch, one that takes pride in how he dresses, and knows how to appreciate himself. ENOUGH OF THAT, BACK TO THE REFFS!!!!

Description: a large drawing of Ameryllis. There are notes above and beside. The notes are:

•The shorter hair on his left has a splityed part, resembling a triangle or curve.

• Permanent blush across Cheeks and Nose.

• Nose has slight darker color/highlight

• Freckles go across face, and above left brow, and go down the neck in a tight line before spreading a little.

• Cross earring.

Description: A large group of Ameryllis drawings, in the middle is an Outfit description labled 'Fit Check!' Notes surrounding these clothes follow:

• An arrow pointing to a yellow undershirt. The only thing visible when the shirt is worn are the classic puffy sleeves.

• An arrow pointing at a pair of black dress pants, with pockets in the back. To the right id an arrow pointing at a black hair tie.

• The unmarked clothing consists of a back tie/bow, a black cross earring, and a purple vest.

Description 1: Four upclose pictures of Ameryllis sketches. The first features Ameryllis tilting his head in a sly manner, with a grin, showing off a new look, which involves his hair somehow being even more curly then usual. Hes also replying to somehow not shown, saying "What else can I say? I like it~"

Description 2: The second sketch consists of Ameryllis saying his lines on stage, prefroming one of his plays or musicals. While his lines are blurred, his hair is tied for once.

Description 3: A drawing of Ameryllis. His facial expression has him looking in some sort of frustration. Nothing else is shown, so its not clear on if hes pissed at someone, or just done with everything. His hair is clipped into some sort of bun, with some hair hanging lose.

Description 4: A drawing of Ameryllis making a wry comment in mockery to someone not shown. The comment happens to be "Thats just too bad~". He has a pouty expression, seeming to be taunting someone.

Description: A Chibi drawing of Ameryllis.

Description: Two drawings of Ameryllis. The first features said character portraying an unapologetic manner, despite both shrugging and his words. His usual orange eye, is now red in an artistic choice, trying to convay that whoever he was speaking to is looking at someone dangerous. He has a sly grin while saying 'Opps~' which is implying he did something to someone in a ruthless manner.

The second drawing features a side profile of Ameryllis.

(1/2) I will reblog this in just a moment with a couple more drawings, along with the picrew i made his design in so you have a color pallet.

#talon.scribbles #Ameryllis #dolortale #covencalls

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angel-eyes05 · 10 months

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bite the hand (chapter 7)

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

pairing: spider-woman!oc x miguel o’hara

summary: lorena's whole world was taken away from her in the blink of an eye, after she accidentally broke a canon event. lucky for her though, she was able to find a portal watch in her dimension and used it to get out before she glitched out of existence. unfortunately though, running from dimension to dimension, she's been named as an anomaly by the spider society. now, she's constantly on the run from them, their leader in particular. when she eventually gets caught though, she's recruited onto a mission to catch another anomaly who might be from her past. to her dismay though, her partner on this mission is her very captor. will she be able to stop arguing with him for long enough to get the job done?

info: enemies to lovers, maybe a slow burn depending on chapter count, oc is 24 and miguel is 27, both oc and miguel are super sad lmao, they're also both super violent so, they also hate each other what a slay, in regards to my oc you can read her character sheet right here

warnings: there might be spoilers for atsv in this so watch the movie before reading this, blood description, angst but with comfort this time yippie

word count: 1.5k

notes: i lied that i didnt post this chapter soon after 6 LMAO sorry im a procrastinator

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The antique shower head spurted out water in clumps as Lorena turned the dial on after calming herself down. She went to feel the temperature after letting it run to get warmer for a second.

Freezing cold.

She groaned to herself. Whatever, she thought to herself.

The bloody, sweaty, purple fabric stuck to her skin as she tried to peel her suit off of her body, almost if it was merging with her. It was all she new how to be now. Without a home, without a family, this was all her identity was at this point. A Spider-Man with no city to protect. Pathetic.

Once her suit was off, she was able to get a better measure of her injuries. The dried up blood connecting her skin together made it even more painful to move her leg and arm. She used the cold shower water to scrub off the concoction of sweat and blood on the bullet holes. Even though she normally hated cold showers, Lorena was just happy to wash herself off. This was probably the first time she had a shower in weeks, constantly being on the run. The past couple of weeks rolled off of her skin with the droplets of water. The dirt that had knotted itself into her scalp made its way down the drain.

After she shut off the water, she realized that the only clothes she had with her right now was her dirty suit. She just settled for the stained robe that laid sloppily folded in the compartment under the sink. She then filled the bathtub up with water, cleaning her suit with the limited amount of soap in the shower, and hanging it on the shower pole to dry.

Just as she was about to open the door to leave though, she paused. Right. It had been so quite she forgot he was even there. She didn’t want to look at him. Not after what he said to her. Not after admitting to what he did. Part of her felt bad for bursting out on him like that after he opened up to her, but she was too blinded by anger to care.

With the bathtub still wet, and her suit dripping into it, she gave up and just decided to sleep on the rug. She wasn’t sure of the time, but she was too worn out to stay awake, as she drifted to sleep on the uncomfortable tile.

A nightmare similar to the one a few nights ago disturbed her from her sleep, as the cold floor sent shivers through her body. Her reach for a towel underneath the sink for extra warmth proved to be in vain when she realized there weren’t any left.

Remembering how Miguel had found extra towels from the hallway connecting the main room to the bathroom, she quietly creaked open the door to make her way there. She assumed Miguel was asleep, so she was fine walking out there. Just as long as he didn’t wake up. She turned off the bathroom light before opening the door to ensure he stayed asleep.

Pitch black consumed the outside room. The tossing sound of the bedsheets was made by Miguel, sleeping silently. Lorena quietly made her way to the closet, using her hands to feel around the walls for the handle. As she worked in the dark, she kept her ears open for any sounds Miguel would make, signaling that he might be waking up. Once she found the handle, she carefully slid the wooden door open. To her dismay though, creeks and squeaks rattled through the room as she moved the door. She stopped for a second, her eyes darting over to the bed. All she heard was more tossing. She let out a breath of relief.

Instead of trying to continue to open the door, she instead stuck her hand inside the crevice she created. She whispered little curses under her breath as she wiggled her hand inside the closet.

“Would you just sleep in the bed instead?”

She froze, then sighed, ignoring him. She fully opened up the door this time, no longer caring about the noise it would make. “It’s big enough for the both of us,” he insisted again. “No, O’Hara,” she said, heading back for the door. Once she opened it though, the bright light of one of his laser webs shot past her pulled it shut. She whipped her head around to see his face, slightly illuminated by the glow. “Please?” he wished softly. She rubbed her face with her hands. The floor was uncomfortable.

She drowsily made her way over to the bed and climbed into it with her back turned to him. Even with Miguel scooting over to the very edge, his body took up most of the space. As much as she wanted to wiggle away and keep the space between them, she couldn’t get very far without almost falling off the bed. She had to admit though, the heaviness of the quilts warmed her up almost instantly. And it also helped that Miguel was basically a heater.

The both of them sat in silence for a while, despite them both being awake. Then, Miguel decided to break it.

“I’m sorry.”

It was weak, mixed with the drowsiness of his voice and the loss of previous charm and confidence.

“Me too,” Lorena repeated back after a while.

Silence again.

“You’re not a coward,” he said as if he’s been thinking about it since their argument.

“And you’re not a hypocrite,” she said back, even though she still believed it slightly.

…

“You were awake when I first opened the door, weren’t you?” she asked after some time.

“Yes. You were too?”

“Wasn’t tired.” Liar

A soft, low hm came from his mouth.

Lorena turned around to face him. “How about this. To get ourselves sleepy, I’ll ask you a question about yourself, and you ask a question about me. Ok?”

He took a moment to think. “Okay.”

“Ok, I’ll go first. What’s the deal with your suit? Is it a hologram or something?” she said quickly, as if she had been waiting to ask him that for a while. He chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Not exactly. It’s more of a molecular-nanotech sort of situation. It’s made so my claws don’t rip through the fabric. But no, it’s not made from fabric like most variants do.”

“Woah. That’s super cool,” she said in awe. “Okay your turn.” Miguel made a thinking sound as he sat. “Where’s your family from?”

“My parents were born and raised in Mexico, had me in Cuba, and then moved to New York after my aunt and uncle went there first.”

“That’s…confusing. But my mom’s from Mexico too.”

“But your last name…?”

“My dad’s Irish.”

“Ohhhhh. That makes sense.”

Their back and forth questions continued on for what seemed like hours. “Okay okay, give me a serious question now,” Miguel asked her, in the middle of a laugh. She took a moment to think to herself. “Do you remember those little kids on Earth-1732?” He gave a small nod. “The little girl…you seemed upset after I made a joke about you and kids. It was because of your daughter, right?” she asked hesitantly. He took a deep breath. “Yes.” They were both silent for a little bit. “How do you do it?” “Do what?” he asked, confused. “Keep going after losing someone like that. After seeing reminders of them everywhere you go,” she said, her face partially hiding in the pillow. “I assume you’re talking about Eddie?” She nodded.

…

“You don’t forget.” She looked up into his eyes. “You keep going by not forgetting them. By doing the things you know they would want you to do. And they would want you to keep going. By moving on, while still keeping them in the back of your head. It’s what I know Gabi would want for me…and I’m sure it’s what Eddie would’ve wanted for you.” Embarrassment flooded her body as she tried to hide the tears coming out from her eyes. “I just…I don’t know how I’m going to be able to face him again after what I did,” she said shakily through her tears.

What Miguel did next surprised her enough to get her to stop crying for a second. What were once muscular, dangerous weapons shifted into soft pillows as she was wrapped into his body in an embrace. She quickly hugged him back, tightly, and sobbed into his chest. He rested his head on top of hers as he felt her body shake beneath him.

Up until now, he had kept his distance whenever he saw her visibly upset. Previously, it was due to his detest for her. Then, it was due to her feelings. He feared. Feared that getting too close to her would end up in disaster, due to his suspicions that she still carried feelings for her past lover. But now, he didn’t care. Miguel just wanted to be there for her.

Her second round of crying today took up the rest of the energy she had, putting her fast asleep while still in his arms. Her soft, light breaths tickled his arm hairs, as he pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. He even gathered the courage to give her a small peck on her forehead. “Que duermas bien mi querida,” he whispered softly to her, before quickly following her into slumber underneath the heavy quilts.

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