Tumgik
#mine is he's realizing he's not in heaven and is trying to figure out how to get out of whereever he is
wigglebox · 2 years
Text
lmao okay so going off of those two meta posts i just reblogged
there’s also like
— dean didn’t have the necklace hanging from the mirror in 1520 in heaven 
but he does now 
and his hair is longer 
and it’s not a warm tone nor is there a lense flare so like
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
200 notes · View notes
measuredingold · 6 months
Text
heaven sent
Tumblr media
authors note: after a month off, i've finally finished my noah piece :) this is my first on tumblr, second one all together (there's one on my ao3). this was a request a friend of mine made a month or so ago, and i'm happy to finally get it out for them. briefly proofread, sorry for any mistakes. as always, enjoy and feedback is appreciated :) my requests are open btw! i'm also working on tag-list, so if you'd like to be added please send me a message :)
pairing: noah sebastian x reader
cross-posted on ao3
word count: 6.8k
cw/tags: slight friends to lovers, readers first time, realization of ~feelings~, fingering, cunnilingus (noah is a munch), p in v, protected sex (be safe!!!!! wrap it up folks!!!), fluff, maybe slight angst if you really squint, loads of tension, noah being a sweetheart, open ending, 18+ minors do not interact
You stare at Noah’s door, nerves bubbling inside of you. It was silly to be nervous - Noah was your best friend. You’ve lived with him for the last three years, known him even longer, and you’ve asked him plenty of favors in the time you’ve spent with him. However, this time was a lot different. 
Navigating your 20’s was something you were still figuring out. Establishing your career, finding a friend group that you trusted, and even dating was all so confusing. You’ve gotten the career down, and you think you got a pretty solid group of friends, but romantic relationships are still something that you can’t seem to get. 
You’ve been on dates, that wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was when things got… intimate. You’re embarrassed to say it, but you were still a virgin. It wasn’t like you were waiting for that special someone, it just never happened. You’d either get to that point and chicken out, or never even make it out of the kissing stage. At this point you just wanted it done and over with, but you couldn’t just do it with anyone. 
That’s where Noah came in.
You trusted him more than you trusted yourself, you think, and your other friends told you that if you just wanted to get it done and over with, do it with someone you won’t regret. 
You don’t think you’d regret Noah. 
With a shaky hand you reach up and knock on his door, the music from inside pausing. You hear shuffling and the twist of the doorknob, and there stood Noah. He smiles. 
“Didn’t know you were home,” He swings the door open and goes back over to his desk, falling into his chair. “What’s up?”
You don’t move, just stand in the doorway, your nerves intensifying. Shit.
He looks over at you after a moment of silence, and his brows furrow, lips pursing slightly. 
“Hello? Everything alright?”
You shake yourself out of your trance and shift on your feet, arms crossing over your chest. 
“Can I ask you something?” You bite down on your lip. “Like… a favor?”
Noah’s head tilts. “…What kind of favor?”
“A pretty big one.” You can’t help but smile sheepishly at the way Noah’s eyes narrow at you before his gaze softens, realizing your nerves, and he nods towards his bed. You walk over and sit down without a word.
He rolls his chair over to you as you pull your legs up under yourself, hands laid in your lap, and he reaches for them. You jump at the touch, and he frowns, but he doesn’t let go.
“What’s going on? Is everything alright?” His eyes narrow again. “…Do you need me to fight someone? I’m not really good at that, but I’ll try.” 
You can’t help but laugh before dropping your gaze from his, looking down at your hands intertwined together.
"No, no fighting is involved."
"Oh, thank fuck. You know I'm not much of a fighter." You laugh again but it falls short, the nerves resurfacing again. Noah's lips dip into a frown. "Seriously, what's up?"
You pull your hands from his to wipe them against your pants, sighing deeply. How do you even bring this up? You practiced a script in your head for hours before even standing in front of his door, but now that you're in his room, and he's sitting right in front of you, it's like you've forgotten everything you wanted to say.
"You can't laugh." You finally say. "And you can say no. It's... a stupid favor, anyways, but you're one of the few people I wholeheartedly trust, so..." Your words trail off with a shrug and you look up at Noah again, seeing confusion written all over his face.
"You're acting weird again." His head tilts again and you keep in your laughter this time. He looks like a confused puppy. "Did you do something illegal?" His eyes widen a bit as he leans in. "...Are you in trouble? Am I going to be an accomplice? You know I wouldn't do good in jail, dude."
"Oh my god, Noah." Your hands come up to rub at your face, laughter spilling out of you. "I'm not in trouble and no one's going to jail."
"Then what is it? You're acting like it's something crazy."
"Because it is!" You whine, falling back onto his bed. Your eyes stare up at the ceiling, arms resting on either side of your body. "And it's fucking embarrassing."
"I've known you for like 6 years, I think I've seen every embarrassing thing you've done."
You hear his chair squeak and feel the bed dip beside you, but you don't bother looking over. You feel his body, heat radiating off of him, and you suck in a breath at the close proximity. You truly were never bothered by being close to Noah, but ever since you've thought of your silly request, just the thought of touching him has your head reeling. He lays beside you, propping himself up on his elbow. You manage to sneak a glance at him and he's already staring down at you, lips pursed.
"Talk to me."
You pout. "I'm nervous."
"Oh, please." He reaches down to flick at your forehead, and you yelp, eyes slitting into a glare at your friend. "It's just me."
You sigh, gazing back up at the ceiling. "Alright. Just... Please promise not to laugh. And remember you can say no."
"Got it. Now, what is it?"
"So..." You hum, eyes falling shut. "You know how I'm still like... I've never had sex with anyone?"
"Yes." Noah says. "Still shocked, by the way, but I support you. It's not for everyone and we all go at our own pace."
You flush at his words, eyes opening to stare at him again. "Why're you shocked?"
He shrugs. "Just am, but it’s not a bad thing. Like I said everyone goes at their own pace.”
"Right." You clear your throat. "It's not like I don't want to do it, it's just... it's never happened. I think..." Your eyes fall shut again, not being able to look at him anymore. "Anna said I might be one of those people that just need to do it with someone I already know. Someone I trust, so it's not as scary."
"Hm..." Noah shifts next to you. "You could be. That's not really unheard of, a lot of people are more comfortable having sex with someone they're already comfortable with."
"Yeah, right." You suck in a breath. "Well... I've been thinking about it recently. And um..." You reach up and cover your face with your hands, trying to hide the deepening flush to your cheeks. "I was thinking about who I trust enough to do that with and... I trust you more than anyone else. Probably even more than myself."
The silence that follows is almost deafening. You're sure it took him a moment to register his words and you know the second he does, the bed shifting beside you. Noah sits up and you can feel his eyes boring into you, and it makes your skin crawl. You can't pull your hands away from your face, too scared to even look at him. 
It was such a crazy thing to throw out there, you knew that. What's the worst he could say? No? Your mind kept replaying that over and over again and yeah, the worst he could say was no. However, you feared that maybe you asking him of this would make things awkward. You knew it wasn't a friendship ending type risky, but it was enough to maybe make the next few weeks stiff and weird. 
"Are you..." Noah pauses and you hear him suck in a breath. "Are you asking to have sex with me?"
"God, when you say it like that it sounds so fucking weird." 
By better judgement you pull your hands away from your face to look up at Noah, expecting the worse. Though, it's not bad at all actually. He looks confused, definitely, but he doesn't look too uncomfortable. His gaze is still soft as his eyes meet yours. 
"Why me?" He sounds shocked, as if there should be a hundred other options before him. 
"Well. I live with you, and you're my best friend." You say simply and shrug. "You're also the only person in this world I trust enough to be... vulnerable like that with. For my first time, at least."
He nods, tongue darting out to swipe as his bottom lip and your eyes can't help but follow the movement. Something low in your stomach stirs, heat rushing through you, and you tear your eyes away to gaze into his again. 
"You can say no," You remind him quickly, moving to sit up across from him. "It's a crazy favor. I won't take it to heart."
"I..." His words trail off and his lips press together, looking off to the side. "I don't know if we should." 
For some reason your heart sinks to your stomach. A part of you knew he would say no and knew that was the worst thing he could say, but there was some other part of you that clung on to the possibility. You just wanted to get it over with and you were hoping that maybe he would help you out... but you still understand his hesitancy.
"Of course, yeah." You nod your head quickly, face heating up again. "I shouldn't have even asked; I don't know what I was thinking."
"No-"
You get up from his bed and rush towards his door. "Forget it, okay? I'm sorry for making it weird."
You don't bother looking back at Noah, slipping out his door and practically running to your room across the hall, shutting your door behind you.
Later that night while you were getting ready for bed, Noah slips into your room. You freeze, turning to look at him as he stands in your door frame, wringing his hands in front of him nervously. 
“Okay. I thought about it some more.” 
You pause. “About what?”
“About… what you asked me.” Your skin heats up at his words and you start to shake your head, but he holds a hand up to stop you. “I’m really fucking flattered that you trust me that much to even consider me a possibility and… and if you still want to, I’ll do it. If it’ll make you happy.” 
The silence that follows was brutal. You weren’t sure how to take it, especially with the way Noah was looking at you. He seemed nervous, almost like you had been earlier, and it has something inside of your fluttering. Like a bunch of butterflies had been set free inside your tummy all at once. 
You swallow. “What?”
"I don't know, I just." He leans against the doorframe now, arms crossing over his chest. "The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Being vulnerable can be hard, especially during sex, and... part of me wishes my first time was with someone I trusted."
You stay silent, eyeing Noah from across the room and he finally looks up, eyes meeting yours. He gives you a gentle smile and goosebumps rise across your skin.
"Really?" You say dumbly and he laughs.
"Yeah." He shrugs. "I mean, do I regret it? Not really, but I think it would've made the experience better if it had been with someone I trusted and maybe had known longer than a few weeks." He slowly makes his way towards your bed and sits down on it, patting the spot next to him. Your feet move before you can even think, settling down next to him. "I also want your first time to be good. I know too many people whose first times were shitty, and I don't want that for you. If... if it's with me, I'll be able to make sure you're enjoying it, and not just doing it to say you did."
You notice the subtle flush on his cheeks, and you can't help but smile.
"I just need to know that this is really what you want because there's no going back after this." 
He reaches out to place a hand against your thigh, and you know it was supposed to be soothing, but the burning feeling it left against you was almost too much to handle. You nod quickly, eyes never leaving his.
"If I didn't want this I wouldn’t have asked, Noah." You say softly. "I've thought about it a lot and... and if I were to choose anyone in the entire world to do this with, it would be you."
Something in the air shifts after the words leave your mouth and you swear you see something cross in Noah's eyes, but it's gone before you could even think about it. You feel his fingers dip into your thigh for a split second before loosening, rubbing the spot he had dug into. 
"You're one hundred percent sure about this?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper. 
You stare at him for a moment before your eyes linger down to his lips, before flicking back up to him. He noticed but didn't say a word, hand still rubbing your thigh. You nod. 
"Yes."
"Okay." He sucks in a deep breath after a moment and pulls away from you, the moment you two shared slipping away. Your stomach turns, almost missing the contact, but you scoot a bit from him anyways. "Okay, cool. Do you work this weekend?"
You raise a brow at him, head shaking. "No. Why?"
"I'm free most of Saturday and Sunday, so we could... uh, do it then."
"Oh." Your eyes widen. "You want to wait?"
"I mean, yeah. Us doing it now would be weird, right?" You think about it briefly before nodding. It would be odd to just dive into it now, you don't think you'd enjoy it that much. "This gives us time to... prepare? I don't know. Be less nervous? And it gives you a few days to really think about it."
You rolled your eyes playfully, but your heart swells in size at how concerned Noah was, making sure you were completely okay with your decision. 
"I've thought about it for almost a week now. I think I'm sure."
“Alright, no need to get fucking sassy with me.” He leans over to flick at your forehead, like he had done earlier, and you swat at his hand.
“I’m not even being sassy!”
“Whatever, dude.” Noah finally gets up from your bed and looks down at you, brows raising. “So, next weekend?”
“Um. Yeah. Next weekend.” You clear your throat, trying to come off as nonchalant as possible, and Noah nods.
“Alright. Cool.” He looks like he wants to say something else, lips pressing together before he shrugs it off, making his way towards the door. “Does pizza sound good for tonight?”
You blink. “Huh?”
“Pizza.” He looks over his shoulder. “For dinner?”
“Oh.” You blink again, the sudden change in conversation taking you for a loop and you push yourself up off the bed. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Awesome. I’ll go ahead and order it and let you know when it’s here.”
You watch him slip out of your room, listening to his footsteps down the hall, and something in your tummy stirs as the realization of what’s happening finally settles in. What the hell did you just get yourself into?
You sat in the middle of your bed late Saturday evening, staring up at Noah as he stood at the end of your bed. You were still nervous, but not as nervous as you had been almost a week ago. Noah had been right - the more you thought about it and prepared yourself, the less scared you seemed to be. You can't lie and say all the nerves have gone away, because they sure as hell haven't, but looking at Noah right now, all you feel is comfort. 
"Feeling alright?" Noah's voice breaks you from your thoughts and you give him a small nod.
"Yeah." You hum, your hands spreading against your thighs. They were bare, the only thing you had on were some sleep shorts and an oversized shirt you typically slept in - probably Noah's. "Just nervous."
Noah gives you a smile as he crawls onto the bed towards you, your heart picking up under your chest. 
"It's okay to be nervous." He mumbles, sitting on his knees in front of you. You still have to tilt your head up just to look at him. "But it's just me, okay? I'll take care of you. I promise."
His words have your stomach turning, like a bunch of butterflies have just been released. Your skin heats up and you're sure your cheeks are flushed some sort of light pink, and Noah leans forward, his lips ghosting against your forehead. You take a deep breath and let your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, trying to ease your nerves.
"At any time you want to stop, you tell me, okay?" He says once he pulls back, hand coming up to rest beneath your chin, tilting your head back up. Your eyes open. "If it becomes too much, I need you to tell me. This is about you - not me. No egos will be shattered or anything."
"Okay."
"If it's alright with you, we can do the stop light method." He hums, hand never leaving your face. "Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for keep going."
You stare at him, eyes already glossed over in a haze, and you nod in his hold. "I trust you."
He pauses, eyes scanning over your face one more time before he leans in again, lips pressing against your forehead more firmly. Your eyes slip shut once again and you lean into it, savoring it. You miss the feeling of his lips against your skin when he pulls away, letting his hand drop.
"Lean back for me."
You scoot up the bed and lean back, the back of your head pressing against your pillow. Noah stares down at you before nudging your legs open gently, leaning forward to hover over you. Your heart is thudding so loudly against your chest it's the only thing you can hear, and you swear Noah can too. And you suspect that he does, especially with the way his lips quirk up at the ends before his eyes catch yours.
"Just relax, okay?" His voice is much lower now and it has something in the pit of your stomach heating up, skin tingling. "You're in good hands."
"Promise?"
Usually you would tease him, since that was the nature of your relationship, but right now you feel too vulnerable. You need to know that you'll be okay with him, which you're sure you will, but hearing him say it out loud just makes you feel a little bit better.
His gaze softens. "I promise."
The look you two share has alarms going off in your mind, and your stomach turns in a way you've never felt before, yet you don't think you've ever felt safer in your life. You relax yourself against your bed, fingers gripping the sheets beneath you.
"Okay." You breathe out. "I trust you."
"Thank you." He actually sounds happy by your words, almost like he's proud, and he leans down, lips ghosting against the skin of your neck as he mumbles out, "I trust you, too."
You can't help the gasp that escapes you when he presses a handful of soft, barely there kisses along your neck. He has an arm propped up beside you to hold himself up, while the other is rested against your hip. He nudges your shirt up ever so slightly, the pads of his tattooed fingers brushing against your bare skin. By instinct your hands raise to reach for him, fingers tangling in his hair. You feel him press against you, a shaky breath leaving him and when the air hits your skin, you shiver.
Noah presses another kiss to your skin before he pulls back, sitting up on his knees. You stare up at him, lips parted as a gasp escapes you. The look in his eyes was almost too much, the usual softness in his brown eyes darkening. The hand that was on your hip pushed your shirt up more, letting it wrinkle up against your stomach.
"Can I take these off?" He questions, fingers now tugging at the waistband of your shorts.
You can only nod, words not being an option right now and your hips lift up on their own as he tugs your shorts down your legs. Your body shakes the second you're exposed, the only thing covering you now is your underwear. The cold air hits against your core and its damp, and you flush out of embarrassment. He's done nothing but kiss you and you're already wet. You try to shut your legs out of habit, but Noah was still seated between them.
"Hey," His voice is rough, but he leans down, meeting your eyes again. A hand rests against the top of your thigh, his fingers dipping dangerously close to the one spot you're aching for him to be. "You okay? You don't need to hide."
You nod again because nothing seems to come out and Noah shakes his head, hair moving around.
"Talk to me." 
Something in his tone has you shivering again, and you swallow. "I'm okay... just not used to this." 
"I understand." His eyes drop from yours down to his hand against your thigh, watching as he gently caresses the skin. You can't help but squirm when his fingers get a bit too close to where you want him, and he glances up at you, lips quirked up into a grin. "I promised to take care of you, and I'm going to."
"I know."
He doesn't respond, just gives you another grin before he slides his body down yours, nestling himself in between your legs. You've never had someone that close to that part of you before, the closest being a finger or two, and when Noah's tugging at the band of your underwear you have to look anywhere but him. Your hips rise off the bed, and you let him drag them down your legs, almost achingly slow, and your eyes lock onto the ceiling.
You're bare in front of him and just knowing that has your chest tightening, your throat closing up. Your fingers move back to the sheets beneath you, and you grip them tightly, squirming when you feel Noah's fingers drag up your thigh. You feel him shift, finger dragging closer and closer to your center, and then the brush of his lips against your inner thigh. You squeak.
“It’s okay.” He murmurs, so low you barely catch it. “Have you ever been fingered before?”
You nod, stiff and quick. “Mhm. Felt weird.”
“Probably because you were so tense.” Another quick kiss was pressed to the inside of your thigh. “Don’t worry, we’ll fix that.”
He starts off slow, a long, slender, tattooed finger sliding up and down your slit before he gently prods at your entrance. You suck in a breath when you feel him push in, body stiffening again. You've been fingered before, you're not that inexperienced, but it's always been uncomfortable. Not enjoyable. Noah senses your unease and presses a kiss to your hip, his free hand rubbing your thigh.
"Need you to relax, baby." His voice is muffled by your hip and the word baby has your entire body flushing. "It'll feel good when you do."
"How do I do that?" You whine out, fingers gripping the sheets. He pushes forward again, his finger now fully inside you. It feels... foreign. 
"Stop thinking so much." He lifts his head up and you sneak a glance down at him, his eyes blown wide, and lips pursed in a slight pout. "Think of something that relaxes you, because you're way too stiff right now."
You toss your head back against the pillow, huffing out, and Noah laughs softly to himself and scatters a few more kisses against your skin. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, body almost instantly melting into the mattress. 
"Keep doing that."
"Kissing you?" He mumbles, lips brushing over your hips again. You nod.
"Yes. Please."
"Atta girl," He mumbles, almost to himself when he pumps his finger inside of you, finally relaxing around him to make the action much easier than before. "I got you."
This goes on for a few minutes - soft, delicate kisses being placed along your skin as he worked a finger inside of you. As time went on, the odd and almost painful stretch from before became... pleasurable. You don't even notice the tiny noises slipping from your lips and your hips slowly rocking down to meet his finger.
"You think you can take another?"
You nod. A second finger slips in, and the stretch has you keening, back arching slightly off the bed. It wasn’t terrible, though. No, it felt good. So much better than your previous experiences. You clench around his fingers, and you hear Noah groan quietly, face pressing against the inside of your thigh to muffle the noise.
“Fuck.” You curse out when he picks his movements up, fingers now scissoring in and out of you.
“Feel good?” Noah sounds strained, like he’s trying to hold himself together even though you’re the one experiencing all the pleasure. You nod.
“Really fucking good.” You choke out, hips bucking down to meet his fingers. “Green. Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby.” Noah mutters, not once letting up. “Doing so well for me.”
You practically purr at his words, your body warming up and feeling the fly all over. You’ve always been one to love a good bit of praise, and hearing it come from Noah was something you’d never imagined enjoying so much. A surprised gasp leaves you when you feel his thumb press against your clit, applying pressure while his fingers continued.
"You've ever been ate out before?"
Noah's words pull you away from the cloud you were just on, the pleasure coursing through your body. You whine, shifting your hips down to meet his fingers again but he stills his movements.
"No." You whimper. 
You wiggle your hips down to get some kind of friction, the heat that was beginning to pool in your tummy slowly slipping away. You hear Noah groan below you and he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, gently biting down on the soft plush of skin there.
"Can I be the first?" He breathes out, lips dancing across your skin. "Please. I'll make you feel so fucking good, I promise."
“Yeah,” You nod quickly, hips rolling down to gain some kind of friction again. “Please, just do something.”
That’s enough for him, diving headfirst between your thighs.
Noah leaves no mercy, his lips wrapping around your now swollen clit as his fingers begin moving inside you again. The feeling of his tongue wet and heavy against you and his long fingers pumping in and out of you has your eyes crossing, stars dancing around the edges of your gaze. You can't help but let another moan slip, hips bucking wildly. You feel Noah moan against you, angling his fingers up to press against something inside of you that's pulling an unexpected noise out of you, something mixed with a cry and a moan. You’ve never experienced pleasure like this before with another person.
The heat pooling in your returns much quicker than you thought and you feel yourself clench around his fingers, hips moving on their own accord. Noah moans again, tongue moving against you, and you swear you feel shifting at the end of the bed. You take a chance to glance down at Noah, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. You have to bite down on your bottom lip to hold in any noises and watch as Noah ruts his hips against the bed.
You’d never seen anything so insanely attractive before – Noah’s mouth working against you like a starved man and getting off on it to the point that he has to grind against the bed to get some kind of release. It’s enough to push you over the ledge, the heat in your stomach snapping and your cunt clenching around his fingers. You cry out, falling back onto the bed as your eyes squeeze shut. You’d experience orgasms before, but this was your first with another person, and it was probably the best damn orgasm you’ve ever had.
Noah doesn’t let up until you’re practically shaking, reaching down to curl your fingers into his hair and physically push him away. He laughs, light and airy, and turns his head to press a quick kiss to the side of your thigh before finally sitting up. You stare up at him with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath he took. You feel your heart pounding against your chest, ringing loudly in your ears as the realization of what just happened settles into your bones.
Noah just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life.
Your cheeks flush with color and before you could reach up and hide your face from him, he’s leaning down, hovering over you. You suck in a deep breath.
“Was that okay?” He questions softly, but you can hear the slight shake in his voice, and the look in his eyes was anything but soft.
You nod. “Better than okay.”
“Yeah?”
You watch a smile spread across his lips and find it hard to look anywhere but there, so you don’t, and you give him another nod.
“Do you wanna keep going?” He leans further down until your noses are barely touching and you’re doing everything in your power to pull him down and kiss the absolute fuck out of him.
You nod again, swallowing harshly. “Yes, please.”
He doesn’t say anything, just hums out a quiet noise of approval while brushing his nose against yours. You can’t stop yourself from smiling at the soft gesture while he sits up from the bed. You watch with hooded eyes as he pulls his shirt over his eyes and you let your gaze trail over him, not trying to hide the fact that you were indeed checking him out. You lived with him so of course you’ve seen him shirtless countless of times before, but now it was different. Much more intimate.
You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth as he’s pushing both his sweatpants and boxers down, crawling back towards you. You sit up and finally pull your shirt off as well, tossing it to the ground before lying back down, watching Noah reach over for the condom he had brought in with him, and you swallow down the nerves that were beginning to rise.
It’s now or never.
You meet his gaze again and the look he’s giving you, like he wants to devour you has a fire setting off inside of you. Your eyes drop to his achingly hard cock, watching as he rolls the condom on, and you squirm underneath him, fingers gripping the sheets below you. He grips his cock, long fingers wrapping around his length and your mouth practically waters at the sight.
You realize in that moment you’ve never wanted someone more than you do now, and that is definitely something you’ll have to unpack later. Right now, though, all you can think about is the way his slides the tip along your slit, teasing your entrance before pressing into your now sensitive clit. You whimper, hips wiggling down and Noah chuckles above you.
“Remember, red is for stop, yellow is for slow down, and green is for keep going. Okay?”
It takes you a minute to register his words, too focused on the way he looks above you, and you give a shallow nod. “Okay.”
“Good.”
Noah hikes your legs up around his waist and you circle them around him, unintentionally pulling him closer to you. The tip of his cock nudges against your entrance at that and you suck in a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut. He takes his time slipping in, going as slowly as he could, and you whine quietly, face scrunching up at the feeling. It was different than his fingers, much bigger, the stretch almost uncomfortable and not the same pleasurable feeling you had just moments before. You feel his body lean over yours when he finally presses in all the way, nose brushing against yours again.
“Look at me.”
You do, eyes opening to stare up at him. His voice sounded strained again, like he was holding himself back for you, and the look in his eyes has you melting into the bed. You stare up at him with wide eyes, not sure what to say, and he gives an experimental roll of his hips. You whine again, the stretch as his slide in and out of you has your back arching off the bed.
“Is this okay? Talk to me, baby.”
You give a small nod, another noise falling from your lips. “It’s okay, just… I’m yellow right now. Go slow, please.”
Noah let’s out a breath like he had been holding it and gave you a nod, giving another small roll of his hips before stilling inside of you. You have to shut your eyes because the way Noah was staring at you was almost too much, your chest feeling like a brick had been sat on it. You can’t believe that you were doing this, finally, and with your best friend no less.
He rests his arms on either side of you, leaning down to nose as your cheek before dipping his head down to press a few kisses against your neck. He nuzzled himself against you, letting one of his hands come down to rest against your hip, gently rubbing soothing circles against your skin.
“You’re already doing so good for me,” You hear him whisper, pressing another kiss to your neck. “Color?”
You flush, keening at his words and your back arches off the bed on its own, causing your hips to shift down and you fee his cock slide further inside of you. The head presses against that spot inside of you again and you let out an unexpected moan, pleasure finally sleeping through your veins. You clench around him, hips shifting down again, and he presses his face against your neck as a groan leaves him.
“Shit.” You breath out, hands coming up to card through his hair. “Green. I’m so fucking green.”
With another groan, Noah rolls his hips against yours and you moan again, eyes rolling back. The stretch of his cock no longer felt uncomfortable, pleasure coursing through you with each slow thrust Noah gives you. His lips never leave your skin, licking and biting at your neck with each roll of his hips.
He pulls back to press his forehead against yours, eyes boring into your own and you squeeze yours shut. Another moan leaves you as he gives a rather hard thrust, your fingers gripping the ends of his hair and tugging. He whimpers at the feeling and you tug again, wanting to hear those sounds fall from his lips more, and his movements speed up.
The heat you had felt in the pit of your tummy earlier was beginning to form again, warmth spreading through your chest. You open your eyes again just at the moment when Noah’s hand left your hip to slide in between both your bodies, rough fingers pressing against your swollen clit. Your mouth drops open, a loud moan escaping you. The feeling of his fingers rubbing against your clit as his cock slides in and out of you was enough to make your head spin.
“You like that, baby?” He breathes out, lips dangerously close to your own. You nod quickly, whining out instead of answering properly. “Come on, you know I need words.”
“Fuck.” You choke out, a mix of a cry and a moan leaving you. “Feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”
This spurs him on, another whimper slipping from his lips as his hips snap into your own, pace picking up. You clench around his cock, the tip hitting the spot inside of you over and over again. His fingers never let up against your clit either, matching the pace his thrusts and you swear you feel dizzy, eyes rolling back. You’ve never felt like this before, and you think you prefer his cock inside of you over his fingers, the feeling unbeatable.
Your mind races just at the thought of Noah doing this for you, making you feel like this, wanting to take care of you, and your throat tightens for some reason. Something from deep inside your chest twists and you get the overwhelmingly need to be as close as possible to Noah, your fingers gripping the ends of his hair again.
“Noah.” You whimper out, eyes burning with unexpected tears.
“What is it, baby?” He grits out, eyes never leaving yours. His gaze softens when he notices your eyes watering, hips stuttering for a moment. “Are you okay? Tell me a color.”
You nod quickly, head knocking against his gently, and your hands drop from his hair to wrap around your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer to you.
“Yes, fuck. Green.” You moan, trying to swallow down the lump that had formed in your throat. “Just feels so fucking good. You make me feel so good, Noah.”
Your words just start pouring out, slurring together almost like you’re drunk, and your cunt clenches around him again. You’re close, so fucking close, you can feel it, and so can Noah.
“Yeah?” He whispers, lips brushing against your own. Your back arches as you give him another nod. “God, you feel so fucking good on my cock, baby. Everything I ever dreamed of.”
His fingers against your clit speed up, and you let out a choked moan at the feeling of the heat in your stomach snapping. The combination of his words and his thrusts, plus the pressure against your clit, has your orgasm hitting you at full force. You’re not sure what kind of noise leaves you, something primal pulling itself from your chest as your vision blurred again. You feel like your body was sent to heaven and back, the most euphoric feeling coursing itself through your veins as your orgasm washed over you.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit.”
You hear Noah groan from above you as he fucked you through your orgasm. You don’t know what comes over you in that moment, but staring up at Noah as he chases his son release, you don’t think you’ve ever seen something so beautiful. Without thinking, you pull him down to you, lips sliding over his sloppily as he continued to fuck into you. A surprised noise leaves him, muffled by your lips, and with one last thrust you feel him still inside of you, spilling his release into the condom.
Silence follows after that, nothing but the sound of the two of you trying to catch your breath filling the room. Noah’s face is buried in the crook of your neck and your arms are still tightly wrapped around him, holding his body against yours. That overwhelming feeling in your chest seems to return, but you can’t even fully think about it, your mind too hazy. You feel exhausted, limbs feeling like mush after two mind blowing orgasms, that you barley even register Noah pulling himself up and out of you slowly.
You watch with hooded eyes that are becoming too hard to even keep open as Noah crawls off the bed, sliding the condom off and throwing it away, searching your room for his boxers before slipping them on. It’s a blur after that, Noah looking for the cloth he had brought in, probably to clean you off, and you barely remember him getting back on the bed, slowly pulling you up to slip clean clothes on your body.
Your back meets the bed again as you flop back down, curling yourself into your bed. It’s never felt comfier, you think, as you feel Noah curl up behind you, pulling your blankets over both of your bodies. His arm feels heavy over your waist, and his lips leave a burning feeling against the back of your neck as he pressed a kiss there.
The last thing you remember is your fingers curling around your hand that rests against your stomach, whispering out, “Thank you,” as sleep finally overtakes you.
544 notes · View notes
yurislotusgarden · 8 months
Text
Wearing their clothes
ʚїɞ Separately! Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Ranpo Edogawa x Reader
ʚїɞ part 2
ʚїɞ format: headcanons
ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!
ʚїɞ word count: 768 (Dazai - 273, Chuuya - 246, Ranpo - 249)
ʚїɞ Tw's: None! Just pure fluff, pet names: dazai calls you an angel, 'bella, pretty doll, reader's gender is not specified in any way
Tumblr media
Dazai Osamu
There are 3 things that can kill this guy, and one of them is seeing you in his clothes.
Do you want this man to be even more clingy than he already is if it’s even possible? Goal achieved, really. Seeing you wear something even as simple as his coat just because he left it somewhere in the apartment will absolutely melt this man’s heart like others here, to be honest, but he will for sure be the most open about it. Talking about how:
“OH I’M IN HEAVEN” “I HAVE SEEN AN ANGEL ON EARTH” “I can truly die peacefully now ‘bella”
and much more while holding onto your waist while on his knees the whole time just because of a single piece of his clothing on you.
The first time he sees you in any piece of his clothing he would probably just stand there for a minute. Give him a moment please because there’s that warm feeling in his chest and he needs to process it.
After he gets through it tho? Good luck getting away because this man will not let go of you. Whether it’s a hug, cuddles, or anything else, you’re not leaving his arms unless you’re naturally really fucking strong. He may look like a stick but damn does his hold on you is strong.
And about him wearing your clothes? You can bet your life he will steal shit even if you close your closet with a hundred locks, it’s Dazai, there’s no sense in trying because he will get your clothes <3
“Do you want to try out anything else of mine ‘bella?”
Tumblr media
Chuuya Nakahara
Unlike what most people in the PM think, Chuuya does not have his hat on 24/7, you, in fact, see him without it most of the time when in the house.
That fact made it easy for you to get his hat when he’s somewhere else in the house… or at least when you think so.
Listen, this man, this man, thoughts gone, just a dorky smile on his face. The moment he sees you looking at yourself in the mirror, thoughts gone just ‘what is this feeling?’ in his head for a moment. Chuuya ADORES seeing you in anything he owns, or the clothes he got you because there’s no way you’re dating him and don’t get gifted some clothes besides other things.
You found his hat in his bedroom while he was in the bathroom, you really meant to have just a quick look in the mirror to see how would you look in it, but you certainly did not realize that someone was behind you, leaning against the doorframe, just admiring your pretty figure.
You don’t realize he's standing there until you turn around, or he knocks on the doorframe to get your attention, either way, you will be embarrassed. Like hello he was not meant to see you in it, he wasn't meant to know you even wanted to try anything of his on, and yet here you are.
“What are you doing, pretty doll?” ← said while having that mf hot smirk on :)
Tumblr media
Ranpo Edogawa
He knew, he knew and yet wasn't prepared enough. Ranpo very well knew that you want to try on his hat and cape, and as if to spite you, he made sure to not leave it just laying somewhere. 
He’s a little shit, but he’s our lovely little shit.
Until he decided he wants to see you in the set, after that realization, he simply left it on a chair in his room and left, giving you the perfect opportunity, well that’s what he wanted you to think, he didn't think it would backfire tho.
When he came into the room after you started looking in the mirror, my man simply FROZE. Like yea, he knew what you're gonna do, but actually seeing it? Ranpo.exe stopped working - for a solid minute.
After Ranpo starts working again, you can bet he’s not letting you take that off for some time, he probably asks you to wear it more often, around people and everything. He just wants to see you in that set because you look so adorable in that in his eyes<3
He will definitely keep you on his lap when in the agency, doesn't matter whether you work there or not, you will find yourself in that position so get ready for teasing from Dazai because you won't escape that. 
He won’t mind you stealing his clothes anytime, just don’t forget to give him some sweets in return alright?
“I did not expect this to backfire on me”
Tumblr media
Notes, comments, reblogs and anything else is greatly appreciated &lt;3
ʚїɞ I planned for each to be 100-150 to write more characters but look where I ended up so I decided to end on 3 only, please tell me who should I write in part 2 if anyone wants me to write it!
858 notes · View notes
meangirls-imagines · 11 days
Note
Hello! Can I request a Gretchen Wieners x Fem Reader where the reader has been friends with her since forever and is head over heels for her, but Gretchen is too busy obsessing over Jason. The reader is always comforting Gretchen over Jason. One day, they almost kissed, which made Gretchen rethink all her interactions with the reader and realize she's actually in love with the reader. Please make this as angsty as possible with the reader pining over Gretchen with a happy ending. Thanks!
Please Be Mine
Tumblr media
Description: Gretchen and Reader have been best friends since 2nd grade. As years pass, Reader's feelings for Gretchen increase tenfold. Gretchen becomes obsessed with Jason. However, things change at Regina's party and Gretchen fears she's too late.
WARNINGS: angsty, happy ending, may or may not have copied glenn powell's speech to sydney sweeney in anyone but you.
It was always Gretchen and Y/N.
There was barely ever a time when it wasn't.
The two met in second grade. Y/N was sitting by herself at the playground when Gretchen noticed and invited her to play with her, Karen, and Regina.
Gretchen and Y/N were attached to the hip instantly. Since then, that's how they stayed. Through middle school crushed and puberty problems, the two were inseparable.
When they got to high school, Jason came into the picture. It's not like Y/N didn't like the guy, she hated him. Every time she wanted to hang out with Gretchen, he had to be there.
They always had designated days where they hung out so Gretchen didn't miss any days with the plastics. Since the two started dating, he always tagged along and they always did something HE wanted to.
Y/N was getting sick of it. She couldn't take it anymore. She did the only thing she could think of. She started cancelling on Gretchen.
"Sorry. Too much homework."
"Sorry. I don't feel good."
"Sorry. Something came up."
Gretchen started to notice Y/N pulling herself away from her. She couldn't figure out why. She had voiced her concerns to Regina and Karen but they had no idea what to tell Gretchen.
They had an inkling that Y/N had feelings for Gretchen but never told Gretchen, out of respect for Y/N. This just cemented their suspicions and they decided to try to talk to Y/N for Gretchen.
Well, they tried. They really tried.
Regina and Y/N shared their history class together and instead of sitting in her normal spot, Regina scared a kid out of his chair to sit next to Y/N.
The blonde tried to get Y/N to crack, but the girl just assumed that Gretchen sent her so she ignored all the attempts. Karen did the same when their english class came around, only for the same outcome.
Gretchen was getting a little frustrated. It had been days since Y/N talked to her and she missed her best friend. She missed Y/N's corny jokes that always made her laugh, how Y/N would always help her with homework, how Y/N would cuddle her during their movie nights.
How Y/N's lips always looked soft.
Wait. What?
Gretchen caught herself. Why was she thinking of Y/N like that? Y/N was her best friend, and Gretchen wasn't gay. She had a boyfriend. And she really liked him.
Right?
These feelings will go away. They're just a phase.
Oh, how wrong Gretchen would be.
It all came to a head at Regina's birthday party a couple weeks later. The blonde invited Y/N in hopes that Gretchen would be able to talk to Y/N. Plus, she liked Y/N, she was cool. Her and Karen tried to keep an eye on the two during the party.
Jason wouldn't leave Gretchen's side, much to Regina and Karen's frustration, so Y/N just hid away in a corner. The two plastics talked and formed a plan.
"Let's play seven minutes in heaven!"
Oh, shit.
Regina rolled her eyes as Kyle and Samantha came stumbling out of the closet, hair messy and clothes disheveled. She ignored the whoops and hollers from the drunk teens as she turned to Karen, who was holding the two hats with the names in her hands.
There were two left, according to Karen and Regina's plan. Regina turned to the group. "Last but not least, Gretchen and Y/N." Gretchen froze, as did Y/N. The group "oooh"ed as the two just stayed where they were.
Jason spoke up. "Well, seeing as Gretchen is MY girlfriend, I'm sure Y/N wouldn't mind if I took her place." Regina glared at the boy. "No, Jason. You had your turn with Taylor. If you wanted to go with Gretchen, you wouldn't have gone with Taylor. Sit down." Jason sat down and mumbled something under his breath.
Regina looked at Y/N and Gretchen expectantly. Gretchen took a deep breath and went to hold a hand out to Y/N.
"Shall we?"
The two sat in the closet, Y/N staring at the floor and Gretchen staring at her. They had been in there for a couple of minutes and their time was going by quickly so Gretchen decided to take the reins.
"Are we okay?" Y/N shrugged. "Why wouldn't we be?" Gretchen huffed. "Because you've been cancelling on me for our weekly hangouts!" Y/N rolled her eyes. "I'm sure Jason could hang out with you those days, why don't you ask him?"
Gretchen was caught off guard with the question but shook it off. "Why does Jason matter in this situation? I'm talking about us." Y/N shook her head. "It doesn't matter. Can we just sit in silence for the rest of the time?"
Gretchen sighed in frustration and moved closer to Y/N. "Will you just talk to me? You're my best friend and I miss you!" Y/N couldn't take it and leaned forward, pressing her lips to Gretchen's. silencing the girl.
Gretchen froze momentarily but then melted into the kiss. The two kissed for a minute before a knock was heard. Regina talked through the door. "Time's up!" The two quickly pulled away, Y/N wiping Gretchen's lip gloss off her lips. The door opened and Y/N all but ran out, before Gretchen could say anything.
Regina looked at Y/N's back and turned back to Gretchen, who looked like she was about to cry. Regina automatically started kicking people out. Jason tried to get Gretchen to go with him but the blonde stopped it.
After everyone left, Regina and Karen consoled Gretchen, who told them what happened in the closet. They told her that she needed to go after who made her happy, and that they had never seen her happier than when she was around Y/N.
Gretchen allowed her girls to comfort her before she made her decision. She knew what she wanted and she wasn't going to let anything get in her way anymore.
As her mom pulled up to the Y/L/N residence, Gretchen took a deep breath. When her mom picked her up from Regina's, she told her mom everything. Regina had graciously threatened Jason when Gretchen broke up with him earlier that morning.
Her mom had definitely told Gretchen that she should thank Regina before informing her daughter that she knew all along Gretchen and Y/N loved each other. Gretchen was shocked that her mom had already known. But her mother brushed it off as intuition.
What Gretchen didn't need to know was how Y/N's mother called her a couple weeks ago and told her that Y/N was in love with her daughter.
Gretchen worked up the courage to walk up to the front door, ready to finally make Y/N hers. Y/N's mom opened the door, shocked to see Gretchen standing in front of her. "Hi Mrs. Y/L/N, is Y/N here? I need to talk to her."
The woman smiled sadly at her. "I'm sorry Gretchen, Y/N isn't here. She left early this morning to go visit her grandparents. She'll be back in a few days. She needed some time away."
Gretchen's heart broke. Y/N was gone. She was too late. She drove Y/N away. Y/N's mom pulled her into a hug. "I'll tell her you stopped by, okay?" Gretchen nodded and turned, speed walking back to her mom's car. When the door shut, the tears flowed.
She was too late.
Y/N was sitting with her grandpa in her grandparents living room. Her grandmother was in the kitchen putting something together for lunch. "Hey Gramps, when did you know you loved Nana?" The older man chuckled. "Since the first time I laid eyes on her, why do you ask, kid?"
Y/N sighed. "I think I'm in love with my best friend." Her grandfather laughed. "That Gretchen girl? I could've told you that!" Y/N looked at her grandpa and frowned. "What are you talking about?" The man shook his head and called for his wife.
Y/N's grandma came around the corner. "Honey, how long has Y/N been in love with that Gretchen girl?" The woman chuckled. "For as long as I can remember." Y/N's jaw dropped at the answer. "And how long has Gretchen been in love with our granddaughter?"
Y/N looked confused as her grandmother laughed again. "For as long as I can remember." Y/N frowned. "No. Gretchen isn't in love with me. You guys are joking. Y/N's grandma shook her head and sat next to Y/N on the couch.
"Sweetheart. That girl, whether she wants to admit it or not, is in love with you." Y/N shook her head. "No she isn't. She's straight. And how do you guys even know this?" Y/N's grandma smiled.
"Because she looks at you how your grandfather looked at me when I walked down the aisle." Y/N's heart stopped. Did Gretchen really look at her like that? Looking back, there were times when Y/N would look at Gretchen in school to find her already looking her. And she did notice the girl was very affectionate with her.
Holy shit. Maybe Gretchen was in love with her.
Gretchen has had the shittest two days.
First, Jason wouldn't stop trying to talk to her. Thankfully, Regina was always with her. Her and Karen had been very protective after what happened to Gretchen. They had gone over to her house to comfort her about Y/N.
Second, the hoodie of Y/N's she had didn't smell like her anymore.
And third, Y/N still wasn't back from her grandparents house.
She was starting to find herself deeper in this depression hole. Regina and Karen were trying but they were seeing Gretchen retreat into herself and it was killing them.
They had tried to cheer her up by talking shit about Jason, gossiping, shopping, but nothing was working. They had decided to bring her out to a party one night but she wasn't feeling it and left early.
They had run out of options. Luckily for them, their savior was arriving soon.
Gretchen had dragged herself out of bed at 3:30 am to the sound of something hitting her window. Her dad was on a business trip and her mom was out of town at a friend's bachelorette party. So, she was extremely confused as to what was going on.
She threw her curtains open and looked out her window, only for her breath to hitch.
There was Y/N. In her front yard, holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers. The girl lit up at the sight of Gretchen. She waved and pointed towards the front door.
Gretchen took off running to her front door, almost slipping down her stairs in the process. She threw the door open and launched herself into Y/N's arms, melting into the embrace. Y/N tightened her arms around Gretchen, burying her face in her neck.
Gretchen went to speak but was interrupted by Y/N.
"Gretchen, it's been seven years since we met and I can't think of a day where I haven't been with you. I was a bitch. The way I handled everything. Especially that night." Gretchen sighed. "Yeah. That wasn't great. Why did you leave?" Y/N sighed. "I thought you were gonna regret it. And I couldn't face the idea of losing someone I really love."
Gretchen sniffled, tears shining in her eyes. "That night was the first thing I haven't regretted in a long time." Y/N took a deep breath and just talked.
"I love the way we fight. I love how smart you are. I love the weird way you always know what's happening with people. And I love how you know what you don't want. And if it's not me...if I don't check all your boxes, if I'm not the one, I get it. But that would really, really fucking suck."
Both girls stood staring at each other with admiration and desire. Gretchen looked at Y/N. "So are you gonna kiss me now?" Y/N smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I am."
Y/N surged forward and pressed her lips to Gretchen's, properly kissing her now. Gretchen melted into the kiss as Y/N pulled her closer to her. It felt like the world was right again as the two kissed passionately. It was everything Gretchen had dreamed of.
They pulled away after a couple minutes for air as Gretchen leaned her forehead against Y/N's. "I've wanted to do that for so long. Can we do that forever?" Y/N smirked, kissing Gretchen's nose. "We can do it as much as you want, baby."
Gretchen took the flowers from Y/N, putting them in water before leading Y/N to her room. The two girls got in Gretchen's bed and snuggled up to each other. Gretchen whispered into the darkness. "Y/N, what are we?" Y/N pulled the girl closer. "Whatever you want us to be, baby. We have a whole future ahead of us." Gretchen smiled and closed her eyes.
They would figure it out.
121 notes · View notes
heaven4lostgirls · 1 year
Text
a slice of heaven
Tumblr media
artist!james potter x fem!reader
tags: fluff, friends to lovers, james being cute<3
summary: james drawing on you<3
james had always been an artist, he had developed his skill through school as he spent most of his classes doodling in his notebooks rather than listening to slughorn drone on and on about whatever potion they were learning.
when he met you, you had noticed his little doodles taking place in his notebook rather than his notes so all you did was slightly slide your hand over and tap the pen motioning it was okay for him to draw on you.
slowly but surely you would leave your classes with little snitches and dragons drawn on you, sometimes they were related to what the teacher was talking about, other times he just drew what came to mind.
it had become a habit for you to lean your hand out whenever james would sit next to you and when you didn’t he would grab your hand from your side of the table and drag it to his.
you had figured out that although it seemed like he wasn’t paying attention, his drawings told you differently, it helped him focus. his brain couldn’t keep up with the noise so drawing had helped him centre himself.
you weren’t a shy person but you didn’t have it in you to bring up to james the little situation you both had going on, however it seemed you didn’t have to as james waved you over to sit next to him and his friends.
the famous marauders, you had seen them walking around school however you had never directly spoken to any of them for more than five minutes and that alone would mostly be about group projects or classes you were both in.
“y/n! how are you? i wanted to know if you wanted to sit with me and my friends?” james asked shyly as he smiled up at you, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“yeah, sure! hi i’m y/n, i share potions with you guys” she smiles at them and remus smiles back kindly as sirius smirks, seemingly coming to a realization.
“say you wouldn’t be the one who lets prongs’ draw on your hand would you?” he asks slyly
james blushes and you nod somewhat confused on how he’s realized, i mean the idea isn’t entirely perplexing as you would walk around hogwarts with little drawings on your hands but you didn’t think you had made it that obvious.
“that’s me, that’s a bit stalkerish that you know that sirius” he gasps as if he’s somewhat offended by your words as remus snorts a laugh.
“i just wanted to know who the girl is that james always goes on abou-“
“RIGHT! that’s enough out of you mate” james quickly states as he flushes and pulls you away from the group.
“sorry about them, they’re not usually that annoying” he sighs.
“it’s alright, they seem really nice” you smile and you see his eyes drop to your hands which are still interlocked. you try to pull away out of embarrassment however you holds them tighter before his eyes widen.
“holy shit, is that a tattoo?” he questions and you’re suddenly confused before you smile to yourself.
“yeah, it’s-“
“the deer i drew on your hand” he says shocked.
“yeah it was really cute so charmed it to stay there” you smile as he rubs his finger over your ‘tattoo’.
“that’s sick, i didn’t think that you’d like it that much”
“it reminded me of my patronus and i thought it was cute-“
“wait what?”
“i thought it was cute?”
“no the part about your patronus-“
“oh yeah! it’s a doe! it’s kind of odd but i really like it”
james is shocked. his hands still and you think you’ve said something wrong before he looks at you.
“mines a deer”
you smile to yourself again.
“coincidence hm?”
“yeah, definitely…do you wanna maybe, i don’t know go to hogsmead later? i mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to but i would like to take you out-“
“JAMES! relax, i would love to”
“really?”
“yes really, idiot.”
“now that was uncalled for”
862 notes · View notes
eldritch-nightmare · 5 months
Text
yandere sully headcanons.
Tumblr media
a/n: don't look at me i couldn't help it okay i'll work on requests soon just let me have this. dear god it's been so long since i've written anything i hope i still know what i'm doing uhm i listened to stockholm syndrome by erra on repeat while writing this (i am obsessed w the song okay) so if that influenced it a bit then yeah it's 5am ignore the messiness and typos i just Had to write this in one sitting.
warnings: gn!reader, yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, thoughts of kidnapping, actual kidnapping, thoughts of cannibalism, kinda slight possessive behavior, scopophobia, mentions of restraints, technically a precursor to the yandere sully bot now that i'm looking at this.
Tumblr media
He's oh so confused when he first starts feeling things towards you. It's only a brief burst of confusion, only because he's never felt this way for another person before.
Sure, he'd burn the heavens and hells for Liu, and he's pretty buddy-buddy with Eyeless Jack but this? It's new to him.
The confusion doesn't last long, that's for sure. Sully knows exactly what he wants, and he's rather in tune with his emotions so he's able to figure things out quickly.
The intensity of his love certainly surprised him though. The first time he thought 'I want to lock you up and make you mine', he took a step back and was like 'Hey man, that's pretty strange...' but he gets over this pretty quickly, obviously, or we wouldn't be here.
Besides, it's not like he's going to act out on these thoughts, right? I mean, sure, you're the most fascinating person he's ever met but he has restraint. He has a lot of restraint, thank you very much.
Haha... well... about that...
You see, Sully does have a lot of restraint, so he doesn't actually act out on these thoughts and desires for a really long time. He's fine with watching you from afar.
And also because if he did, it could lead to trouble.
He also knows that Liu would be very unhappy with him if he acted out on these desires, and Sully actually really cares about Liu and his boundaries and stuff. Sure, he could totally keep it a secret since they don't share memories and whatnot but still.
So he's content with just watching you from afar and having these thoughts. Shall I provide some examples of the thoughts he has about you?
They'd look so cute chained up and in tears.
God, I just want them to say my name like a prayer.
They're so adorable when they laugh... it makes me want to eat them.
I wonder how they'd react if I took them away from here just so I could keep them all for myself. No one will know where they are except for me... they'd never be able to get rid of me...
Wouldn't it be cute if they realized I want to make them mine? They'd probably run, but that would make things so much more fun.
I honestly think I'll kill anyone who tries taking them from me. They're mine, and I have to protect what's mine.
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you.
He loves literally anything and everything you do. You could never bore him, even if you try really hard to. He could listen to you talk about some topic he doesn't care for for hours because it's you who's talking.
Honestly, I'm not entirely sure if he'd bother hiding his obsession with you from you. He definitely hides it from Liu, Liu cannot find out, and the others, but I feel like it's so obvious that Sully wants to just devour you.
The way he looks at you certainly sends chills down your spine, and there's something in you telling you to keep your distance, for your own safety.
He doesn't even care to be subtle when he's watching you. You can always feel his gaze on you whenever he's around, it's almost as if you're the only thing he can focus on whenever you're around. It would be kind of cute if it didn't unnerve you so much.
But it's not just that.
It's... the way he looks at you. The... the pure smitten look in his gaze as he watches you do such mundane tasks. The way his gaze always lingers whenever something or someone else needs or wants his attention. His eyes feel like they're going to consume you whole if you look into them. It's only with Sully. You never feel like this when you're around Liu.
He's well aware that you're uncomfortable with his gaze, and he thinks it's adorable how you avoid interacting with him and how you try hiding away from him whenever you're forced to be around him.
God, he could just eat you up.
And it's so hard for him to see you getting along so well with other people. He just wants to pull you away whenever you get too close to someone.
Oh man he's so very casual with all of this as well. You think it's weird and disturbing, he thinks it's romantic and a part of everyday life.
You've thought about mentioning this to Liu a few times but... what could he do? It's not like he can control Sully. Besides, Sully hasn't done anything that makes you feel as if you're in any immediate danger, he just... watches you. And smiles, occasionally, in a way that makes you unnerved to imagine what he could be thinking about.
Well, until now, that is.
What can he say? He has restraint, sure, but even he can't help but give into his desires every once in a while. And this time he just... decided to take you away.
Not while you were awake, of course.
No, he would never let you be awake for something like that. It's also just easier snatching you while you're peacefully asleep, blissfully unaware.
And you're so cute when you're sleeping, did you know that?
He lets out such a dreamy sigh as he watches you sleep on the bed he set you down on. He had brought you deep into the woods, keeping you in a neat little abandoned cabin that he managed to fix up nicely in his spare time.
Only he knew about this place. He didn't share it with Liu. It was his place. And now, yours as well.
Sully thought about restraining you to the bed... he even has a decent-length chain just for that, but...
Not yet.
He knows the chances of you running when you wake up are incredibly high, and honestly? He wants you to run. He'd love to chase you, it'd be fun for him.
You entertain him in ways no person has ever been able to. You make him feel things he's never really thought of or felt before. You're... interesting to him, which really says a lot.
He's never been so intensely interested in something before, let alone someone.
You're just special like that, he supposes, and he can't wait for you to wake up so the real fun can begin.
The only real concern that Sully has is Liu. Liu, bless his heart, would never approve of this. He's too nice, too compassionate. He wouldn't want Sully to keep you captive in a cabin in the middle of the woods. He wouldn't understand.
So, Sully does intend to keep this a secret from Liu. And the others. It's not like they'll suspect him of doing anything.
After all, he's just the guy uninterested in his surroundings, why would he have anything to do with your disappearance?
102 notes · View notes
yakuzacanons · 3 months
Note
Hi! That maid anon request gave me an idea. What if s/o wears a maid outfit specially for the boys? What would their reaction be?
Your brain is huge and I love that for you. Thanks for your patience, headcanons below da cut as always. Mildly NSFW but nothing crazy.
Kiryu Kazuma
He is speechless and blushing very hard. Not shocked in a jaw on the floor way but he is staring respectfully.
Majima Goro
Goes full cartoon character. He's whistling and cheering and clapping and making funny noises. He might be having more fun than you are, honestly.
Saejima Taiga
Also looking respectfully but kind of in a sexy way, in the sort of way that just screams "We're about to get it on, if you didn't already have that figured out".
Akiyama Shun
Internally, he is barking and woofing. Externally, he is doing his best to play it cool. Neither side of his brain is winning though.
Tanimura Masayoshi
In one word, flustered. Mostly, he's preoccupied by how terribly absolutely stinking adorable you look right now though.
Ryuji Goda
He leans into the vibe of it all right away. Type of guy to just pat his lap impatiently, kind of like "What're ya waitin' for? Get over here."
Nishikiyama Akira
Loves seeing you dolled up in just about anything but this was a surprise, even for him. Expect lots of compliments about how nice you look.
Daigo Dojima
Blushing so hard that he fears he may explode or that a steam cloud will just start forming above his head or that his nose will bleed or something. Trying his best to keep that stoic look on his face.
Mine Yoshitaka
The top/dom of all the boys already knows what to do. On your knees. Chop chop, time's wasting. Let's get it on.
Tatsuo Shinada
Just kind of fawning over you. You're getting called cute over and over again. He'll say something silly, like calling you "Maid-chan" or something stupid. Loves the lace details the most.
Ichiban Kasuga
Congratulations, you broke his brain. Seriously, he cannot fathom how he has ended up in this situation. YOU, person of his dreams, dressed like THAT? HUH???? Maybe heaven is real.
Tianyou Zhao
Never one to play all his cards at once, Zhao just kind of smirks mischeviously but you best believe he's already scheming about all the things he wants to do with or to you.
Joon-Gi Han
He'll raise his hand to cover his mouth in surprise, mostly to hide the fact he's blushing. He thinks you look so pretty. It's only after the initial surprise wears off that he realizes how much it turned him on.
52 notes · View notes
actuallysaiyan · 1 month
Text
I Think You're Holding The Heart Of Mine(Part Six)
Tumblr media
warnings: canon divergent, mentions of Kento's past, mentions of cheating, mentions of pregnancy/abortion, smoking word count: 1.8k pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: someone from Kento's past comes looking for him, but only makes the rumours even worse than before. Set in Nanami's POV! taglist: @beneathstarryskies
Masterlist
Tumblr media
Nanami’s POV
Being together with you on the train ride home reminded me of our younger days. When we were teens going on missions for the school, learning our cursed techniques together. We found out early on that a lot of your abilities worked perfectly with my Ratio technique. It was almost like we were a match made in heaven. Just being able to joke around with you and share a laugh made me feel so much lighter.
That’s why receiving that text really threw me for a loop.
I hadn’t heard from Tara in so long. Really, I had begun to think what happened between her and I had been just a fun little dream. But when I saw that she texted me, I felt my stomach lurch. The memories of my short, but steamy relationship with her came flooding back. And it hurt to think about because finally you and I seemed to be going somewhere in our own budding romance. Something I’ve wanted for so long too, and I’m not in a rush to mess it up for us.
That’s also why I made the excuse of going to check on Itadori-kun when we got back. I didn’t want you to see just how upset this was making me. Cause I know you, and I know you’d just want to ask me if you could do anything to make me feel better. You’re just that kind of sweetheart. So I had to reply to Tara in secret.
I figured just replying to her and just trying to make some conversation would make her go away. But she just kept prying. I wondered if maybe she was lonely. When we broke things off, she tried to convince me that she’d be alright, but I knew she wasn’t. I knew it was killing her inside, but I couldn’t keep up with that facade.
Eventually, I called her to try and keep her calm. She seems so hysterical on the phone, trying to get me to come see her. And that’s when you and Kugisaki-chan came out of my own office and spotted me. I was pacing and trying to calm down Tara. She always had a penchant for being dramatic. Then you and Kugisaki leave the building and my heart sinks. If any of this information ends up coming to you, you’re going to think I was playing you for a fool.
Things only got worse from there. I enter my office after I finish my phone call with Tara. Your perfume lingers in the air and it tugs on my heartstrings. I should have continued to kiss you the other night. I shouldn’t have cared about the elderly innkeeper interrupting us. But I wanted to save you from the embarrassment. Because in my mind, you deserve nothing but the best.
I read over your filed report and I smile when I see just how well you’ve done. You were always someone who could write out the best reports. You put in the right amount of detail, but never enough to bore anyone. It reads so good too; lots of action. 
I begin to daydream, thinking about how our night went. The onsen had the perfect temperature. Your body looked so good in that fluffy towel. And your lips, oh your lips…I have never tasted anything sweeter. You’re the epitome of beauty in my eyes. Oftentimes I’ve kicked myself mentally for never telling you just how much I admire and adore you.
Itadori-kun comes to find me, his eyes sparkling when he realizes I’ve returned home. We discuss a few things and I’m thankful that he doesn’t pry at all. He’s a good kid and I know he feels lost in this new world of Jujutsu sorcery, but I’m going to make sure he does well and adjusts in this world.
“I learned a lot with Gojo-sensei,” Itadori says, and I smile.
“I’m glad that he can be a good teacher for you.”
We speak a bit more about unlocking his cursed technique. I want him to find something naturally. He doesn’t need any pressure on him. Then my stomach lurches again when I see Tara texting me again. I know I should just tell her to leave me alone, but I feel almost responsible for her. You’d probably be so angry if you knew that I was texting my ex.
This is when I decide to lead Itadori out of my office and for us to go training outside. I know it’ll help me get my mind off of everything. Yet when we reach the main building, I see a head of red locks that I couldn’t mistake for anyone else. Itadori stops dead in his tracks alongside me, and he’s asking if I’m okay. I’m sure I look like I saw a ghost.
“Honey,” Tara says as she spots me. “Your wife is here!”
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
We lean against the wall, smoking a cigarette. The cats out of the bag. I’m sure that Itadori-kun went to tell Kugisaki and she in turn told Gojo. I wish Tara had never greeted herself like that. I wish I could have just taken the time to explain the misunderstanding to Itadori. But I just froze up instead.
“Thanks for hearing me out,” Tara says as she blows out some smoke.
I grunt, “You didn’t give me much of a chance.”
She finally turns to me with tears in her eyes. She’s in a tight spot and she considered me the only person she could actually come to. Her current partner was cheating on her and she found out she’s pregnant. I shouldn’t condone her smoking while being with child, except for the fact that she would be getting an abortion.
“I’m sorry for the little joke back there,” She finally admits. “I’m just so nervous, Ken.”
When she says my name like that, a world of memories comes flooding to my mind. The way she would always draw out these fun feelings from me. Tara was the woman that I had once thought I’d end up with forever. But in reality, she was a bandage for the deep wound in my heart from leaving you behind. I had deeply regretted leaving you when I left the sorcerer world. 
“I know, Tara. You have every right to be nervous. But I can be here for you if you need a friend.”
She smiles sadly, and I watch as fat tears begin to slide down her cheeks. I had only seen her crying a few times. Tara was the kind of girl that boasted that she never cried. She was a tough cookie. And I am suddenly reminded as to why I was attracted to her in the first place.
“It’s so tough to be alone in this situation. He doesn’t even know that I’m…I’m…”
But she can’t even finish her sentence. She begins sobbing; the end of her cigarette falling to the ground. I gently take her into my arms, rubbing her back soothingly. I whisper the sweetest things in her ear, hoping to make sure she’s going to be alright.
“I shouldn’t have let you go,” she finally admits. 
My heart sinks when she says this. I can’t return those feelings. It hurts to even think about me and her having such a past together. It was only supposed to be a fling, but it evolved into something even deeper. At one point, I had been convinced that I was truly in love with her. And when I had looked into the jewelry store, searching for an engagement ring for her, that’s when I realized what I was doing.
It wasn’t long after that when Gojo approached me with a mission in Hokkaido. He tried to claim that it was the higher ups that wanted me to go, but he had ulterior motives. That’s the same mission he asked me to look after Itadori, and the rest came together easily.
“Tara,” I finally say as I wipe away her tears. “We can’t keep living this lie. I can’t keep lying to myself.”
She pouts, “It’s because of her, isn’t it?”
And while I had been able to lie to her the first time about why we broke up, I can’t hide it anymore. Not when I know for sure that I’m so deeply in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since we were teenagers, but now…it’s so deep. Deeper than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.
“Yes,”
She sniffles and turns away for a moment. I can tell she’s not happy with my answer. I don’t think she’s ever enjoyed feeling second best to you, but I couldn’t help it. I never could truly get you out of my mind. I could never ever get you out of my heart.
“She’s a lucky girl,” Tara says, a sad smile on her face. “Have you told her that you love her?”
I shake my head, “No, I haven’t.”
She lightly slaps my chest and scolds me for not telling you my true feelings. But if anyone catches wind of this, I’m sure that you might think differently. For all I know, you probably think I’m a cheating asshole. Everyone has probably told you that Tara is my wife when she isn’t.
“You need to hold her in your arms, kiss her deeply and tell her you’ll never let her go,”
I can hear the crack in Tara’s voice. It’s tugging at my heartstrings. Despite the fact that I don’t love her like that, Tara has always been in my heart too. She’s the one woman who pushed me to be comfortable with things that scare me. She was the one who showed me that being wild and free can be so much fun. She took me under her wing in a way, and now I think I need to return the favor.
“Tara, I will be with you while you get the procedure done,”
She smiles again, “You are a true gentleman, Nanami.”
I sigh as I light up another cigarette. This is going to be a headache to reverse all these rumors. You’re probably never going to want to talk to me again. You’ll want to leave the sorcerer world again, and I wouldn’t even blame you. I know that you didn’t have the easiest time when you left as well, but I know that my life has been so much better now that we’ve been reunited. 
“I’ll call you, okay? Please, I just need a friend right now. And you’re all I’ve got.”
I nod once more, “Of course. But please promise me one thing,”
She tilts her head to the side, “What is it?”
“Do not introduce yourself as my wife ever again.”
A laugh from her red lips, “Fine, but you have to admit it was a funny joke.”
It’s not funny because I think I may have lost the love of my life over this joke…
51 notes · View notes
witchoflegends · 8 months
Text
Seeing people dislike Aziraphale for his choice, and those that are adamant about the coffee theory really breaks my heart. Do I agree with Aziraphale's choice? Not really no, but I understand where he's coming from. There's a reason I love Aziraphale so much, and it's because his religious trauma is so similar to mine. The way it manifests in a need to please others and be useful. He doesn't know what to do without Heaven because that's all he's ever known. Just because with Crowley he has the freedom to be himself after season 1, doesn't mean he's broken away from the grip Heaven has on him. There's been barely anytime for him to fully unpack his trauma and figure out who he wants to be without Heaven. Then he's offered a chance to return to the only thing he knows. So of course he takes it. A lot of times, people with trauma will go back to the same patterns and places that gave them the trauma because it's what their used to. It's their constant and it makes them feel comfortable in a sense. Like how a lot of anxious people like drama and thriller type shows and movies. They're used to being on edge, so watching those types of things makes them feel normal.
Aziraphale is not being brainwashed to go back to Heaven. He's being manipulated, yes, but not brainwashed. What I love about Aziraphale is his openness and almost naivety. He wants to see the best in people, and he believes everyone is good, or can be good. So he fully believes he can change Heaven if given the chance. We see this over and over again with the flashbacks. Aziraphale pushing for Crowley to show him the goodness that he knows he has. Aziraphale isn't dumb. What he is, is idealistic and hopeful. He will ignore the red flags right in front of him to try and help people.
Also, he's not abandoning Crowley because he loves Heaven more than Crowley. Aziraphale wants to change Heaven so that it's finally worthy of Crowley. Aziraphale is willing to change the whole system for the person he loves, and he thinks he's been given the chance to do that. Now, we as the viewer know that's probably not how it's going to work, but he doesn't. He's too hopeful and idealistic to realize that he's making a bad decision. Along with the fact that he wants to prove himself to Heaven still. His choice is rooted in not only wanting to change a terrible system, but also by his own trauma and inability to step away from Heaven.
76 notes · View notes
shayyprasad · 3 months
Text
successor | p.p.
summary: you realize that you don't want to be like your father; follow in his footsteps. you have a different want, a different need from him. but you find the perfect person to take your spot.
lemme know ur thoughts
okay this one was okay kinda did it while i was supposed to be doing review packets for the midterms
word count: 1.4+ words-ish
it was never anything i'd ever though about. 
fashion was a hobby and that was that. i'd take over my dad's place as ceo, straight out of high school, right after two years of shadowing, end of story. 
no questions, no discussion. and that was fine, right? no biggie. it wasn't like i'd cared.
but, oh, that was then. 
this is now.
midtown is a school for science and engineering, but this year our theme was "openmindedness". every senior year, which was mine this time, different schools from across the world came in to share about their school and provide information. 
now, since this year was all about having an open-mind, they didn't just have stem-ly, ivy league, big brain/smart science schools come.
but they had other things, too. like fine arts. 
including the fashion institute of technology, one of the best. and you know, just for fun, i applied as early action. 
i didn't think i'd get in. but the fact that a staring at bold text that reads "congrats!", i stand corrected. 
like, okay, wow, way to chuck that in my face and send me flying. plot twist in my life that is already enough of a dumpster fire; now i have to re-think my entire future because my heart is doing happy/uneasy flips in my stomach and i can't figure out if this is good or not?
god, i used to be so indecisive. now i don't know. 
i may have contridicted myself here. 
why don't i ever know anything? this is a re-occuring problem. 
over the last year or so, i've been getting more serious about my future. y'know? like, this is happening. i'm adulting. 
i don't want to be adulting. 
because, damn, it's not hot. at all.
...whatsoever.
fashion, for so long, has been the thing that makes me happy. it's been the one constant in my life. i mean, 90% percent of the clothes in my closet were designed by yours truly. 
and a career in that? that sounds like heaven, it's too good to be true. 
but now i have a chance. this is my one-way ticket into this whole thing. 
on the other hand... what would i tell my dad? i'm his only kid. who else would take of the stark thing? i'm supposed to be his successor. 
but on the other, other hand, i don't want to be his successor. i want to be a designer. i can't do that from a fancy desk in a fancy tall buliding with fancy people who carry around fancy briefcases and make words longer by turning things like "because" into "the particular reason for the circumstance". 
oh my word, i'm having a mid-life crisis at 17 years old. 
no, no, no panicking. peter would know what to do. he always knows. 
he's like yoda, but 17 and a spider.
y/n: help 
y/n: i'm gonna die if you don't get here
arachnikid: what's wrong?
arachnikid: babe are you okay??
arachnikid: the dots went away
arachnikid: why did the dots go away???
arachnikid: don't move
arachnikid: oh my god oh my god oh my god
arachnikid: i'm coming i'll be right there
maybe it was sadistic slightly to watch peter panic like that, but part of it was amusing. in less then a minute, my window was pulled up and a huffing spider crawled into the room.
"hi, baby!" i chirped, letting him grab my face and examine me.
"i- you- what's wrong?" he panted.
"i need some of your old man wisdom."
peter was quiet for a moment, "huh?"
"i'm going through a mid-life crisis."
"wait, but- you're 17."
"yeah."
"jeez, you really scared me."
i shrugged, "yep. sorry 'bout that. that's on me."
"uh-huh," he glared at you, flopping down onto my beanbag and tossing his mask aside. 
i paused, trying to figure out how to word this. finally, i settled on; "i don't want to be the ceo."
he was absolutely dumbfounded. and i didn't blame him. what sane person would want to pass this up?
so i tried again, walking over to my laptop. "uh, okay. you know how, like, all those colleges came to our school?"
"... yes?" peter said, not sure where this was going.
"and there was this really awesome fashion one, yeah, babe?"
"...yes? oh- oh my gosh. you wanna...? go there?"
i pulled up the acceptance letter. he gaped, "wow! you- you're in! why didn't you tell me? this is awesome!"
"you aren't mad?"
he furrowed his brows, "no. why?"
"because i'm wasting my life?"
"no, you're doing something you love. and that's worth everything. also, i kinda had a feeling this would happen." he strided over to my closet, pulling it open and gesturing to what was inside of it. 
"do you even realize how good you are? because, angel, lemme tell you, you are amazing at this. it's freaking crazy. and the fact that you tailor most of you dad's suits? that says it all."
i blushed, but my short-lived happiness was quickly replaced by fear. "what about my dad? there's no way-"
"he wants you to be happy. this is your happy. he'd never take that away from you."
"really?"
"of course."
"but... who else would do it, then? i'm his only kid."
peter came over and briefly kissed my lips, "i'm sure he'll find someone."
i grinned; i'd already found one. 
-
i inhaled rather dramatically as i stood in front of the big door. what was i even going to say? 
oh, well, i'll cross that bridge when i get there. 
okay, i'm kind of already at that bridge but it doesn't matter. 
i only knocked once before entering, catching my dad tinkering out of the corner of my eye. 
"heyyyy... dad, i- uh, whatcha working on?"
"hmm? oh, just upgrading this. i was gonna add some-"
"that's really cool. i have to tell you something."
he looked up, squinting at me, "i swear, if peter got you preg-"
"no! no, of course not! god, dad. we use protection, and i'm on the pill."
"wait, you've been having sex?"
"okay, i think we're getting off topic."
"from what?"
"the stark industries. i-"
"oh, yeah, i'm so glad you'll be working with me. like father, like daughter. too good."
"no- what? that's- that's not where i was going with this."
"then what?"
i sucked in a whole lot of air; 
 "igotacceptedintothecollegeofmydreams,well,it'sonlybeenmydreamfor,like,lessthanayear,butwhatever,andiwantotdofashionandnotthisstuff."
"um, slower maybe?"
i drew in a breath, "i don't want to work for the industries. i want to do fashion. and i got into this-"
"what? you don't want to be ceo?"
"yeah," looking down at my shoes, i felt shame creep up my neck. had i said the wrong thing? i should've kept my mouth shut. i just fucked this up.
i glanced up to see him press his lips together, and then lean against the table, folding his arms. my dad sighed, "well, i know that once you've set your mind to something, you're pretty stubborn about it, and i guess that may be on me," he added with a chuckle. "but is this something you're sure you want to do?"
"well, yeah. it's my iron man."
"okay, what?"
"sorry, bad comparison. i just meant that, well, this is what i love to do. it's my everything. you know that, right?"
"i had a feeling." 
"you aren't mad?"
dad came over beside me, pecking my hairline. "'course not. i'm happy. happy that you told me, because now you won't be stuck doing something you don't like your whole life." he then ran a hand through his hair. "so what now? i gotta find someone else then. young, like you, i guess."
"can i help?"
"sure, i mean."
"cool. i picked one."
"already?"
"yeah."
"uh, background search? like all of that?"
"oh, i already know their background."
"yeah? who?"
"you know him. rather well, really."
"i do? jeez, just tell me, peanut."
"peter parker."
-
it was my 5th anniversary of my line, which, by the way, totally took everyone by storm. as far as i knew, everything was going great, and the bright dimond ring on my left hand told me just that. 
stark industries was written off offically to peter, just last year. currently, they were working kind of side-by-side, and that would be until my dad retired. 
i tied the bow on a small-ish white box, smiling to myself. 
in it were two things, yet to be presented to my husband. a positive pregnacy test and a strip of paper that had multiple sonograms on it. 
yeah, i was my dad's favorite girl.
but pete was his successor.
and y'know what?
i couldn't be happier about it.
23 notes · View notes
Note
hi! could you rec some fics where you consider they're written very very on character? thank youu
Hello! This is pretty subjective, with different people interpreting the characters is different ways, but here are a mixed bag of fics I’ve enjoyed in which I think the characters are at least not wildly out of character...
One Man's Trash by RiaTheDreamer (T)
”I-” Aziraphale seems aware of his words, stuttering before choosing them carefully. “I’m terribly sorry, I was – I was going to ask, you see, but not now. Must have spoken my thoughts out loud, terrible habit of mine.”
A nervous habit, Crowley almost adds.
“I was trying to plan for it,” Aziraphale explains, wringing his hands. “The question. I know it must be uncomfortable –“
“You are talking about the sulfur pit,” Crowley concludes, narrowing his eyes. After Armageddon failed, it’s become a new habit of his. To leave the glasses off once in the bookshop with Aziraphale. The angel had said he liked his eyes, and Crowley had caved in. He points a finger at Aziraphale’s chest, shaking it. “You are talking about Hell – No. You are talking about Falling.”
tread lightly on my ground by IneffableDoll (G)
Crowley wants to live with Aziraphale and doesn’t know how to ask if that’s okay. So, instead, he does the logical thing and decides to just…move into the bookshop. Subtly.
Take My Heart (But Not My Hand) by Ghostinthehouse (T)
"You know he needs touch?"
"Yeah," Crowley says, following Adam's gaze to Aziraphale. "I know. We'll figure it out, he and I. We always do. Eventually."
Infernal Escapes by journeytogallifrey (T)
With room themes such as Escape Eden, The Roman Ruse, Bastille Breakout, and Soho Heist, Infernal Escapes is one of the most popular escape rooms in all of London.
Jaded and adversarial, Crowley has worked at Infernal Escapes too long for his own good. But when kind and eccentric Aziraphale Fell comes in alone as a player, Crowley finds himself fascinated, falling hard for this clever man and his vast talent.
Aziraphale has always wanted to try an escape room, and the experience is better than his wildest dreams. And if he can’t stop thinking about his handsome gamemaster… well. He must just really love escape rooms, mustn’t he?
Though Heaven Bar the Way by everybody_lives (T)
Nearly five decades after the Holy Water argument, Aziraphale is sent to a world-famous sanatorium in the Swiss Alps on an assignment that Heaven appears to care about rather more than usual—only to find out that Crowley, of all creatures, has already established himself there.
Clearly, this cannot be good for anyone's constitution.
I Only Have Eyes For You by Twilightcitysky (M)
After narrowly escaping execution, Aziraphale and Crowley want to fly under the radar for a while. Worried that performing miracles will reveal their location to their former bosses, they relocate to the country and stop using their powers. Meanwhile, Aziraphale is ready to start moving faster... and Crowley has a secret. Can he keep Aziraphale from realizing what's changed while juggling moving trucks, furniture assembly, inquisitive mediums, attacks of Feng Shui, and the mortifying ordeal of grocery shopping?
A fic about moving in together, finding yourself, and finding one another.
- Mod D
222 notes · View notes
fanfoolishness · 1 year
Text
Random spoilery thoughts for The Apostate based on my deliriously watching it way after my bedtime last night, but before rewatching it tonight with the husband:
Was very excited to see Bo-Katan’s helmet in the credits. She’s really going places this season, huh?
Loved seeing glimpses of the helmet ritual. I was worried that the kid was going to be baby Din, even though he looked absolutely nothing like him; I was relieved to see it was present day, but I still would’ve liked another flashback to kid!Din. Also, does Din just not have flashbacks anymore? I kind of miss them.
A little salty we didn’t see any Mando’a in this whole ritual. But, I loved seeing the Armorer more. She’s always an intense, mesmerizing presence and even though I now distrust her (is she Force-sensitive? the way she somehow realized that croc-monster was coming… not to mention some of her other appearances where she seems to know more than people are telling her) I always love seeing her do her thing.
I want to try and write something about Din wishing he was welcome for Grogu’s sake (so he can be around other Mandalorians besides Din and discover the community for himself) but can’t seem to figure it out.
Wish we saw some more non-human Mandalorians though :(
SPACE WHALES! Purrgil, yes? Man I still need to watch Rebels. But I obstinately want to watch all of Clone Wars first (we made it to season 5! We’re so close!)
I love that Grogu was both entranced by them but also a little scared because they were just so vast. Hence the need for a cuddle, which Din did not object to.
HIGH MAGISTRATE GREEF KARGA, please, if we have to spin off more characters from The Mandalorian to get to their own TV shows, we need to see Greef just Carl Weathersing around. Everything with him is just delightful! Let his cloak get longer every episode, please please please.
Not sure at all about this harebrained IG-11 idea, Din, but I loved that we could hear some of the music that used to play for Kuiil in the theme there, and that Din straight-up called IG his friend.
DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN WHAT WAS THAT I did not expect DROID HORROR here!!!
Love to see Nevarro all grown up! Greef may still be a little shady and obviously self-serving but I love that he wants to bring other people along with him too. The more wealth around in general the more for him too, right? So of course Nevarro needs to get respectable and dank farrik, he’s just the man to do it.
I’m glad Cara Dune didn’t die on the way back to her home planet. I’ll miss her presence as a friend and comrade to Din but I won’t miss Gina Carano’s bullshittery. Maybe we can meet a buff female Mando this season to add to the roster if we have to be adding new characters.
Big man in tiny room 😍
GROGU NO omg I love that he is just as awful as real toddlers sometimes 😂
…and yet Din thinks it’s time for him to learn about hyperspace navigation what even is this parenting technique
I still miss the Razor Crest, but I like that the Naboo thing (what is it called again?) makes Din even more menacing as a pilot
Dad Is My Seatbelt ❤️
I enjoy the mossy pirate. He is rather disgusting but I’ve never seen a design quite like that before.
Bo-Katan really has nothing better to do these days than lecture Din, does she? I love how disillusioned she’s become with the Darksaber. “Just wave that thing around and they’ll do whatever you say.” I also love that she calls out Din’s tribe for being superstitious and weird again. Like we all know Din is gonna ride a mythosaur by the end of this season or next and he’ll find the mines and they better be super cool, but I’m still feeling solidarity with Bo-Katan, resident skeptic
I just need Din to really sit down and think, “Do I regret taking my helmet off? It was always to help Grogu. To try and keep him alive, to try and find him, to say goodbye to him. Don’t I owe loyalty to him, too? Do I feel like an apostate?” Figure your shit out, sir!
But in the meantime, keep proudly telling everyone you meet your son’s horrible name. I made myself laugh for a minute straight when I realized Greef is over here thinking Din named Grogu that on purpose
Plotwise, definitely the most scattered premiere of the show, and because of it, not the most effective episode. I’d give it a B - perfectly enjoyable and some really fun, surprising moments, but it’s not asking the big questions that it keeps hinting at just yet. I hope they get there.
85 notes · View notes
bitchysunflower · 1 year
Text
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚Steddie Fanfic Rec List˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
Tumblr media
This is going to be HUGE so for simplicity I will not add big summaries or CW/TW but please check the tags on the fanfic before reading! Also all are completed unless I state otherwise.
I'll keep updating this, there's still a lot more to add :) 01/16/2023
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
❣ actual good plot not just mindless fluff:
We'll Have Dancing, Meanwhile by whatdoyoudesire :. or accomplished tourney knight, Eddie Munson meets the breathtaking King Steven of Loch Nora at the festival for his twentieth name day
One need not be a House by OhlioOh :. Or: The one where Steve Harrington is a ghost, and Eddie is a paranormal investigator. (THIS IS BEAUTIFUL, NOT COMPLETE THO)
We'll Know for the First Time by KikiZ :. OR: Eddie gets to have a good life.
Date me instead by Zhuletta :. Or: Eddie proposes a crazy idea to see if there's something wrong with him, Steve finds the fact that it works is even crazier.
We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do) by OonionChiver :. ‘I’ve never loved anything the way I love you, Steve Harrington,’ Eddie says, dark brown eyes moving between Steve’s own. ‘This isn’t the moment, sweetheart.’ (this has lots of porn but like emotional bsdm porn WITH PLOT)
The Worst Mixtape Ever Made by nbfutureboy :. There’s an art to making a mixtape - and Steve Harrington has decidedly ignored all semblance of art in creating a mixtape for Eddie Munson. Too bad Eddie’s fascinated with how impressively terrible his song choices are. (you need an ao3 acc to read this one!)
❣ fluff. that's it. that's the plot.
Paint Nights by AnnetheCatDetective :. Steve is looking for something for Dustin, but when he walks into the game and hobby shop, he sees something he likes.
you got a lot on your mind (and your heart it looks just like mine) by picklebaby :. Steve wakes up with a migraine and Eddie knows just how to take care of him.
All That You Ever Wanted From Me Was Sweet Nothing by t1red_gay :. Five times Eddie tells Steve he loves him, and one time Steve lets himself say it back. (I'm not sure if this fits in this section but I'm putting it here)
run my heart through your gentle cycle by cheatghost :. That’s how Steve finds himself doing his laundry at the college laundromat every Sunday night. It's how he ends up stumbling upon a metalhead with dark brown curls and even darker eyes, sitting on top of his machine. (the angst is like for half a chapter so its in the fluff section)
you're my sunshine (and I want you to know) by througheden :. Steve tries to right that wrong and gets something unexpected in return.
you’re just like a dream by joehardys :. Or, Steve, from Eddie’s point of view.
and here we are in heaven, for you are mine at last by obsceme :. Or: 5 times Steve steals Eddie's clothes, and one time Eddie returns the favor.
i'm your man (don't you know that?) by thatsadorable :. 5 times that steve and eddie go on a date +1 time that eddie realizes that they are dating
when no one's there (please take my hand) by coupe_de_foudre :. "You look good. Do I need a reason?"
❣ want some angst with a happy ending? I gotchu
Take a Joke by towardthesun :. Steve has spent his whole life trying to learn how to take a joke, trying to figure out how to not take everything so personally. His first big fight with Eddie shows him he might not be the only one struggling
All's Well That Ends Better by througheden :. Vecna dies, but Steve nearly goes with him. An AU where Eddie drags Steve out of Hell.
i've got you. by througheden :. He sighs and drops his head to stare down at the carpet beneath him. It breaks his heart, seeing Steve hurt like this.
palm split with a flower with a flame by laundrybiscuits :. Steve and Eddie take a roadtrip. (hanahaki au)
Press Those Honeyed Lips To Mine (And Call It A Lullaby) by StarlightDreamer16 :. There were upsides and downsides to hiding his and Eddie's relationship for the past decade. (check this out, one of my favorites)
in the blood orange sun by ghosttotheparty :. or; Steve is scared of water, and tries to just deal with it.
hope i cross your mind by rogersharringtons :. After a messy breakup five years prior, Eddie sees Steve for the first time with a date that looks a little too similar to a certain metalhead from years ago.
uh-oh, love comes to town by 96tears :. So, when Vickie and Robin set Eddie up on a blind date with Vickie’s cousin, Steve figures he feels weird about it because he’s the only one without a date.
Keep It Secret, Or It Won't Come True by NoBinoDino :. Or: 5 times Steve Harrington felt alone on his birthday, and 1 time he didn't.
Three Shots by steveharringtoned :. Steve Harrington watches his own blood pool and trickle over a series of hands pressed against him, small and large, soft and rugged, and for a moment, wants to stay like this. He can’t. (SO GOOD READ IT)
Support Local by Ijustlikereadingcutefics :. Or: the one where Steve is obsessed with watching Eddie play the guitar.
it’ll be fine by dusk light (i’m telling you, baby) by Anonymous :. "You leaving?" Eddie gives him a smile, sad around the edges where it reaches his eyes, says, “Yeah,” and Steve knows he doesn’t just mean for tonight. (cant believe I didn't put this one here sooner ITS SO FREAKING GOOD)
my way, your way (anything goes) by rogersharringtons :. Rockstar!Eddie Munson au set in the summer of 1988 where Corroded Coffin opens for Guns N’ Roses after Eddie ran away from Hawkins. Steve sees him for the first time in over a year and old feelings resurface.
❣ got stuff for the horny bitches too don't worry
i'm not busy (this is what I was prepping for) by whatdoyoudesire :. Or Steve walks in on Eddie cockwarming a dildo and can't help himself.
Don't Let Your Gaze Linger by scrunglebungus :. Thus, the Prince and Consort play their favorite game. (very hot, I gotta say)
Just a Taste by AnnetheCatDetective :. steve thinks virgin!eddie is straight and tries to help him out with sexual advice
Heaven's On Fire by oscarwilderobbieross :. eddie and steve accidently meet up in a BDSM bar and hookup (there's a little more to it but don't want to spoil)
Fall Morning by KxxxFrost :. A fall morning to enjoy because certain metalhead woke up a little bit too horny
i'm not busy (this is what I was prepping for) by whatdoyoudesire :. Or Steve walks in on Eddie cockwarming a dildo and can't help himself.
Don't Let Your Gaze Linger by scrunglebungus :. Thus, the Prince and Consort play their favorite game. (very hot, I gotta say)
Just a Taste by AnnetheCatDetective :. steve thinks virgin!eddie is straight and tries to help him out with sexual advice
Heaven's On Fire by oscarwilderobbieross :. eddie and steve accidently meet up in a BDSM bar and hookup (there's a little more to it but don't want to spoil)
Fall Morning by KxxxFrost :. A fall morning to enjoy because certain metalhead woke up a little bit too horny
you're the singer and i'm the song by ruinations :. After hearing a rumor that Steve's fantastic at eating pussy, Eddie asks Steve to prove it to him. Steve is more than happy to oblige.
i'm not busy (this is what I was prepping for) by whatdoyoudesire :. Or Steve walks in on Eddie cockwarming a dildo and can't help himself.
Don't Let Your Gaze Linger by scrunglebungus :. Thus, the Prince and Consort play their favorite game. (very hot, I gotta say)
Just a Taste by AnnetheCatDetective :. steve thinks virgin!eddie is straight and tries to help him out with sexual advice
Heaven's On Fire by oscarwilderobbieross :. eddie and steve accidently meet up in a BDSM bar and hookup (there's a little more to it but don't want to spoil)
Fall Morning by KxxxFrost :. A fall morning to enjoy because certain metalhead woke up a little bit too horny
i'm not busy (this is what I was prepping for) by whatdoyoudesire :. Or Steve walks in on Eddie cockwarming a dildo and can't help himself.
Don't Let Your Gaze Linger by scrunglebungus :. Thus, the Prince and Consort play their favorite game. (very hot, I gotta say)
Just a Taste by AnnetheCatDetective :. steve thinks virgin!eddie is straight and tries to help him out with sexual advice
Heaven's On Fire by oscarwilderobbieross :. eddie and steve accidently meet up in a BDSM bar and hookup (there's a little more to it but don't want to spoil)
Fall Morning by KxxxFrost :. A fall morning to enjoy because certain metalhead woke up a little bit too horny
you're the singer and i'm the song by ruinations :. After hearing a rumor that Steve's fantastic at eating pussy, Eddie asks Steve to prove it to him. Steve is more than happy to oblige.
down down down on my knees by Anonymous :. Steve Harrington was a fucking beefcake. Soft fat over layers of muscle, thick thighs and biceps. No showboating shit, Steve was an actual powerhouse. He could bench press Eddie, easily. It was so fucking hot. (there's more plot than it seems)
Why is Eddie Munson at Your House? by MeaMeaAudio :. Eddie is used to it being fast, quick, and dirty. But this. This is not something he’s familiar with. Steve The Hair Harrington pushes him up against a brick wall in a dark alley. His mouth soft and tenderly kissing him as if asking a question over and over again.
121 notes · View notes
tbmunson · 2 years
Text
Funeral Grey pt 2 - S.H. E.M.
Tumblr media
Part 2 to This
Summary: Steve has spent days thinking about the party. Eddie lets him fulfil his dying wish.
WC: 3k+
Warning: 18+ Smut, threesome, curing, cuckolding, praising, slight degradation, public sex if you count the D&D room as public.
Masterlist
It had been nearly a week since the party. You went about your days as you normally would; classes, cheer, Hellfire, and Eddie. You took the opportunity to skip your gym class since it was the last class of the day and opted to hang out in the D&D room instead, doing your homework. Eddie would have had a cow, seeing you in his room of all that is holy doing the devil's work right on the table where all of the magic happened, at least that's how he reacted last time he caught you down here doing homework.
You finished the math sheet and tucked it away in your backpack before draping yourself over the throne, waiting for the last bell to sound, which didn't take long. You watched the door for a few minutes before Eddie stepped through them.
"Skipping gym again?" He asked, striding over to you.
You nodded, slowly pushing yourself to sit up. "I'm about to go do back handsprings and throw preppy bitches in the air for an hour. I felt no need to run a mile." You shrugged before puckering your lips for him to kiss.
He kissed you slowly, deliberately, teasingly. When he pulled back he chuckled at your pout. "You better get to practice baby. Gotta keep that scholarship." He tapped your nose with his finger and rose to stand straight. "I'll be here making final touches on The Cult of Vecna."
You pouted and whined as you stood. "Fine. I love you."
"I love you too, princess."
With that you slowly made your way to the gym.
***
Practice went by painfully slow since Eddie left you wanting. He never did that so you'd spent the entire practice wondering if he was trying to make you extra needy for afterwards. If that was the case it was working. Your mind stayed on the slow, teasing kiss he'd given you before sending you off. You wondered if you'd even be able to make it to the van before wanting to tear his clothes off. The more you dwelled on it the more you realized you wouldn't be leaving the D&D room without a fight.
You all but sprinted out of the gym when captain concluded practice. The need you felt in your core was hard to ignore and you thanked the heavens that Gareth decided to leave with Jeff instead of wait on you. You pushed the D&D doors open but stopped in your tracks at what you saw. Eddie was sat, slouching and man spread on his throne while Steve Harrington leaned against the table, stopping mid sentence to look at you.
"Princess, come join us." Eddie patted his lap gently.
Your feet began to move again, following the command that was given. You eyed Steve up and down as you passed him before settling onto Eddie.
"Steve and I have been talking about the party and we're not very sure that your behavior was... nice. I mean, tell her Steve. Tell her what's been going through your head since that night." He nodded in the direction of the man you teased at the party.
You were pouting slightly, curious as to what was about to go down.
"Well, unfortunately you're right, Y/N." He said proudly, he had finally found out your name. "I do want to be baptised your spit. I want your eyes on mine while you drool all over my cock. I want to give you everything you deserve and maybe even more. If you're good." His voice lowered at the end as he leaned towards you, much like you had at the party.
You face reddened at the thought. You looked back at Eddie, trying to figure out what was going on. Your hips rocked lightly against his thigh as you tried to ease the ache between your legs. You made eye contact with him, questioning the situation.
"Oh no, Princess. You got yourself into this mess by flirting with him all night. This is between you and him." Eddie settled his hands on your hips, stopping their movement against him.
You let out a whine and looked down at the ground.
"Don't get all shy on me now, darling." Steve said, reaching his hand over to push your chin up. "You talked so good last weekend. Why don't you show me what you were talking about, hm?" His finger traced your jaw all the way to your neck. He held you firm in his hands and pulled you towards him. "You gonna show me?" He asked as you followed his movements off of Eddie's lap.
You looked back at Eddie, who nodded at you, giving you the permission you had been looking for. Your sweet, innocent face twisted.
Surprise flashed across Steve's face as he watched you come to life right there in his hand. His grip loosened and his hand fell, gripping the table as you moved to stand in front of him.
"Who's getting shy now?" You smirked, hooking your fingers in his belts loops. You tugged him gently from the table, his body bumping yours. "I don't bite, unless you want me to." Your tongue ran across your front teeth as you watched him taking in the situation.
"Biting's good. Yeah. That- that's fine." He stuttered, drawing his lip between his teeth.
You chuckled and moved one hand to the back of his neck, pulling him to you. You kissed him gently at first, letting him get used to it before your tongue darted to lick his bottom lip, causing his mouth to part.
His hands rested on your hips, slowly slipping down to grope your ass.
You grunted into his mouth before trailing your kiss down to his neck. You nipped and sucked lightly, not wanting to mark him visibly as you worked.
He moaned out lightly when you found a spot that he liked, you made sure you gave it a little extra attention before moving again.
The hand that was previously left hooked to his belt loop migrated to rest on his growing erection, palming him gently over his jeans.
Eddie, still sat in his throne, watched closely with his fingers tapping their tips against each other. He loved being with you, but watching you work was a whole other experience he hadn't expected to enjoy so much.
"Let's take this off, hm?" You tugged Steve's shirt out of his pants where it had been previously tucked neatly.
He nodded, hastily following your instruction.
Once his top half was bare you attached your lips to his skin again, only this time you marked him at the base of his neck where it met his shoulder. You sank you teeth into the spot before beginning to slowly sink to your knees.
"Prepare for the baptism." Eddie smirked, reminding the two of you of his presence.
"Oh god." Steve groaned as your fingers worked his belt buckle. He leaned back against the table, gripping it for dear life as your lips pressed kisses into his covered cock.
"You're gonna need him." Eddie's voice was low as he slouched down further, relaxing for the show that was about to be put on in front of him.
You looked up, making eye contact with Steve as your fingers unbuttoned his jeans. "You can do whatever you want to, okay?" You pulled the jeans down with his boxers as he nodded. You watched his cock spring out of its confinement and bob in front of your face, already leaking from the angry red tip. You moaned at the size of him, mouth watering.
Even Eddie was surprised a bit by his size, not that he'd thought much about it until about half an hour ago.
You pressed a small kiss to Steve's tip, spreading is precum on your lips, never breaking eye contact with him.
He grunted, knuckles turning white with the force of his grip on the table's edge. "God, fuck." He breathed out, enamored by the way you looked with your lips glossed with him.
You licked from his base back to his tip before swirling your tongue around him and taking him into your mouth.
He moaned at the feeling, immediately reaching to bunch your hair in one hand, the other keeping hold on the table for stability.
"Fuck her mouth, Stevie. She can take it, right Princess?" Eddie said, still not having moved from his throne.
"Mhm." You moaned, nodding the best you could.
"Fuck, okay." Steve groaned as he set himself in motion, rocking his hips and pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.
You gagged, only encouraging him further. It was your turn to reach for the table to keep yourself from toppling as Steve's force grew with each thrust. Your hips moved against the empty space between your legs, begging for friction as tears streamed from your eyes.
"You're so beautiful, crying for me darling." Steve cooed, slowing his pace to a stop and pulling out of you so he could really look at you. He took note of the mascara that blackened your eyes and fell down your face, as well as the string of saliva that still connected his cock to your lips. "Doesn't she look so good like this, Eddie?" He glanced over his shoulder to your boyfriends who was beginning to rise from his chair.
"Absolutely." Eddie slowly made his way over to you before squatting down to your level. "Are you having fun, princess?" He asked, trailing a gentile finger over your cheekbone.
You nodded, looking into his eyes, searching for any sign that he was upset. There was only lust.
"Mhm, why don't you continue and I'll make sure you feel extra good, hm?" He bent down, pressing his lips to yours, which caused a light grunt from Steve.
It turned Steve on more, watching Eddie kiss your lips that were just wrapped around his cock, still glistening from your saliva mixed with his precum. He wasn't sure why he liked it so much, but he knew he wanted more.
"Let's get you out of these." Eddie's hands went under your skirt, tugging the cheer briefs off along with the soaked white lace underwear you'd been wearing. "Here ya go, Stevie. Souvenir." Eddie smirked handing them to the other man.
Steve reached out, clutchin the underwear and sniffing them. "God, you smell so fucking sweet." His cock twitched and his eyes rolled back into his head.
"Imagine how good I taste." You replied before taking him back into your mouth.
Eddie held your hair from behind you this time as he rubbed up and down your thigh, just barely making it under your skirt.
This caused you to whine every time he got close, sending small vibrations through Steve.
Eddie's hand finally came up and brushed your core, making you moan loud as you took Steve deeper into your mouth. "Is this where you need me, princess?" He asked into your ear.
"Mhm."
Steve grunted again, his hips bucked to send him deeper down your throat.
Your hand lifted to cup and massage Steve's balls, giving him a new sensation that drove him crazy.
"Oh, fuck. Shit." He mumbled, resting a hand on top of your head.
Eddie's ring clad fingers pushed into you, curling up inside to brush the spot that sent you into overdrive while his other hand stayed on your hip, keeping your steady. "That's it princess. You're taking us both so well. Isn't she Steve?"
"Oh yeah-yeah. She's fucking perfect." He agreed before sucking in a sharp breath.
"Hear that princess, Steve think you're perfect." He cooed, using one hand to unbuckle his belt.
You moaned in response, pulling Steve from your mouth so your tongue could circle his tip.
Steve shuddered at the feeling before moaning out when you took him back in.
Eddie took his dick from their place in his restrictive jeans, pumping it a few time. "Can you take my cock too, princess?" He asked, kissing your neck.
You moaned in response.
"Such a good girl." Eddie pressed a kiss the the side of your head as he removed his fingers from your hole.
You moaned again as you felt him slipping up and down your folds, grunting onto Steve's cock when Eddie entered you.
"Fuck, you always feel so good baby." Eddies fingers circled your clit as he thrusted.
Steve's eyes were rolling back in his head as you continuously moaned, vibrating his cock as you sucked him. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum." He huffed out as the feeling built up inside of him.
"Can you cum again?" Eddie asked, not slowing his movements on you, drawing you closer as well.
Steve nodded, screwing his eyes shut.
"Then cum. Cum for her, down her throat." Eddie commanded, feeling you constrict around him. "She liked that idea." He smirked, abusing your clit and pushing you over the edge.
The moans that came out of you sent Steve right after you, filling your mouth with his seed.
Eddie, aided by yout pulsing pussy, released into you, stuttering to a stop.
All was silent except for your breathing until Eddie spoke. "I think we should let him in your pretty pussy, hm?"
You look at Steve and nod. "Yeah, I think so too."
Eddie removed his fingers from your clit and brought you to stand with him. "Here's your taste." He smirked, bringing his fingers to Steve's mouth.
Hesitantly Steve wrapped his lips around Eddie's fingers. He moaned against them as he licked and sucked.
Eddie's eyebrows raised in surprise at his eagerness. 
"She tastes good." Steve said, releasing his fingers before looking down at you.
"Let me taste." You smirked, pulling him down to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his tongue before pulling away, humming lightly.
"Princess, I want you to lay on the table so Steve can fuck you, but I want your head hanging off so I can get in your mouth, okay?" Eddie rubbed your arm gently as he instructed you.
"Yes, sir." You went to move, but Eddie kept your arm in his hand. You sent him a questioning look.
"Get naked, sweetheart."
You nodded at him and stripped down before laying across the small table.
"Go ahead." Eddie said, motioning to you thought he was talking to Steve.
Steve walked up to you, looking down at your body as his fingers traced shapes along your skin. "Like a work of art, my god." He said lowly as he brushed his fingers over your nipples.
You could feel his cock pressing against you, but not where you wanted him. "Steve, please." It was a pathetic whine as you tilted your head to look at him. "I need you." Your hips rolled against him, helping very little with your need for friction.
His jaw dropped, not having expected that you would be begging for him. "Alright darling." He lined himself up at your entrance, watching your face closely as he pushed into you.
You let out a high pitched whine as he stretched through you differently then Eddie. "Oh fuck." You squeezed your boobs, having nothing else to grab onto.
"God, you feel so good. Fuck." He shivered as he bottomed out.
Eddie watched as he made his way around to the other side. "You're taking him so well, sweetheart." He said, encouraging you.
You couldn't speak as Steve drew out of you and pushed back in.
Eddie chuckled and pushed your mouth open. "You ready?" He questioned, giving his cock a few pumps with his hand.
"Uh huh." You answered, sticking your tongue out as an invitation.
"Such a good little whore." He cooed as he thrusted into your mouth, gagging you almost immediately. He swatted your hands away from your boobs to replace them with his as he groaned.
Steve worked your clit as he watched you take all of Eddie into your mouth.
"That's it, princess." Eddie praised, brushing his rough thumbs over your nipples.
"Have you done this before, or is she just this good at it?" Steve asked, looking at Eddie.
"Are you asking if I whore my girlfriend out, Harrington?" He chuckled as he reached tweaked the hardened buds between his fingers.
The sensations from every part of your body was overwhelming, drawing you incredible close to your release faster than ever.
Steve's eyes widened and his hips faltered. "No, no. I'm just... Just-"
"You're the first we've invited, Harrington."
Steve nodded and looked down at you, your body displayed for them. "She's a natural. Knows what she wants and how to get it." He grunted the last part as he felt his second orgasm approaching. 
You moaned onto Eddie's dick as Steve's fingers paid extra attention to your clit, coaxing you to your end.
"She's gonna have us both wrapped around her little finger." Eddie agreed, watching your body begin to shake. "Keep that up Harrington. You're gonna make her cum hard."
Steve nodded, his pace steady as he repeatedly hit the right spot.
You were a moaning mess, speeding Eddie's orgasm up. You felt his cock twitch in your throat
"Shit, shit. Here it comes, princess." He grunted, releasing into your mouth. He held your tits in his hand, squeezing them like stress balls as he rode out his high. "That moaning, my god." He said in awe as he pulled out of you, unable to believe his orgasm hit that fast.
You swallowed and tried to smiled, failing as your mouth dropped open. "Oh, fuck. Steve. Shit." You felt the white hot heat of your orgasm cutting through you, your body tensing hard and releasing all over Steve.
Steve's hips slammed into you a few more times as he released and animalistic groan. He bowed his head, resting against the table as he pulled out of you slowly, trying to catch his breath.
"She's a prize, huh?" Eddie asked, zipping his jeans back up. He then helped you sit up, wrapping you in his arms as you came down.
Steve nodded then shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. "Is she like that every time?" He glanced between you and Eddie.
"Yeah, she's perfect." He answered, looking down at you.
You smiled at him and pulled him down to kiss him. "You're sweet." You couldn't help but shiver as the breeze from the air conditioner washed over your still naked body.
"If you guys want, we can head back to my place and get cleaned up. My parents are out of town so we could watch a movie or something." Steve offered as he made his way around the room to pick up your clothes.
"Stevie, are you asking us on a date?" You asked innocently as he stopped in front of you, your uniform in hand.
"I- I, uh... I guess I am, kind of." He blushed lightly, resting his hands on your ankles and rubbing his thumb gently over them.
You looked up at Eddie, who was already looking down at you.
"Do you wanna go on a date with King Steve?" Eddie's question was genuine, not angry or teasing. "I'm in if you are. Whatever you want, Princess." He added for extra assurance.
You looked over at Steve, who was hopeful. "Yeah, okay. Sounds good." You sat up out of Eddie's hold and leaned forward to give Steve a small kiss.
He smiled and glanced back at Eddie, who returned his look.
Maybe this would work out after all.
188 notes · View notes
veryace-ficrecs · 1 year
Text
Supernatural Post-Finale Fix it Fic Recs
Fanfiction set after or during s15e20 that changes the ending in some way.
This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)
Of Loss and Love by BadassCompany - Rated E
“You saved me,” Cas says.
Dean wants to crawl inside that low rumble of a voice and curl up there forever. Delirious, he says, “Yes.”
Then Cas says, “You kissed me.”
Dean swallows. “And?”
Cas kisses him. Something burns at the hem of Dean’s shirt and his eyelashes flutter darker and it’s much, much later when he realizes he’d felt a spark from the lightbulbs blowing out.
*
Dean barely talks since Cas died. Even once they save him, it's too damn hard. In which fucked up coping styles leave both Cas and Dean convinced the other doesn't really love them. Cas thinks Dean is offering to sleep with him out of the goodness of his heart, or so Cas won't leave. Dean is trying to be less of a dick and ends up crying all the time. Cas just wants Dean to let him be the big spoon. They get to heal and be in love.
Local Cryptid?? by chlodobird - Rated T
Carry On by TheWeepingMonk - Rated G
In an imaginary world where the finale was emotionally satisfying, Team Free Will got to grow old. Dean and Cas settle down and run a bar-slash-diner, and Sam decides to go back to school. Law just isn't his thing anymore, but with the amount of lore he knows, he figures he could make a pretty decent history or mythology teacher.
Essentially, his weird knowledge and weirder family means that rumors spread. Local Man becomes College Campus Cryptid, more at 9
what they deserve (it's better this way) by sobsicles - Rated M
"That was weird."  
 "What was weird?"  
 "Dean," Sam answers. "He's gotten really happy out of nowhere and now he's taking a roadtrip so Charlie can meet his dog? I just don't buy it. He's up to something."  
 "Up to what?"  
     Sam struggles to makes a guess then finally says, "I don't know...maybe he's trying to find a way to bring Cas back."
Dean and Castiel have some unfinished business. Heaven is as good enough of a place to settle it as any.
Wayward Son by masquerade97 - Rated T
so weird how the spn finale was just an hour of dead air. that was weird right? anyway this is what i think happened 
for which no words exist by MediaWhore - Rated T
'a prayer for which no words exist' // richard siken
"Dear Cas who art in my bathtub, give me the strength to be honest about how I feel. For your sake and for mine. Forgive me all the times I wasn’t in the past, all the words I should have said but didn’t. And please stay. Please stay with me when all is said and done. Amen. "
Dean rescues a newly human Cas from the Empty. That's the easy step.
all the things yet to come are the things that have passed by cosmicocean - Rated T
“I mean, listen, we’re not good at the huggy feely crap. Any of us. And I get that, you know. And I get, I mean, I could’ve said something, you know, I know that. I get it. I get all of it  But you just, you give this whole speech, and you telling me that you just, you want what you know you can’t have? You never asked. And it was always, you know, it was always-“ he grits his teeth, taking a breath.
“We always came back to each other. I said terrible things to you and you said terrible things to me and we fought and we killed and we died and always, always, we came back to each other. We figured it out. So you’re gonna come back. You’re gonna come back, Cas, so help me god, and we’re gonna figure it out. And I would have said yes. If you’d asked, I would have said yes.”
AU after 15x19, where Dean has a little place in the middle of nowhere, a dog, and is trying to figure out a plan.
Keep Your Love Alive by dothraki_shieldmaiden, FriendofCarlotta - Rated E
Dean gets to spend eternity sharing beers with Bobby on the Roadhouse porch and riding around in his Baby with Sam. He’s at peace… or he feels like he should be. But a few things nag at him: Where is Cas, and everybody else Dean had been hoping to see in Heaven? Why does he feel like he’s stuck in a loop, reliving the same memories over and over again? And who are the strangers wearing Sam’s and Bobby’s faces?
53 notes · View notes
alexiela73 · 1 year
Note
Hello! I saw that your requests were open and was wondering if I could please request something for Hanzo? I couldn't find it in your rules, but if you feel uncomfortable writing this, please just ignore it!
How would Hanzo react if his s/o wanted to start a family with him after being together for some time? How would he handle what happens next/during pregnancy? 🙈 Thank you in advance and have a good day!
No worries! This isn't uncomfortable
Hanzo:
The two of you had been together for a years now
While the two of you would have discussions sometimes about plans, Hanzo had always seemed to manage to avoid the talk of family
The two of you were engaged, for heavens sake. It felt a realization to you, really, but the two of you had never really discussed about having children
And this last year...you had been thinking of it more and more
You always knew you wanted to have a family, but you'd thought there was plenty of time to figure that out with him. Except things had gotten more and more serious and the topic never came up
Finally, Hanzo came home one day to you pacing in the living room. You had a nervous energy to you, and Hanzo wondered if perhaps you'd accidentally dyed one of his dragons in some semi-permanent color again
"Is everything alright?" he'd asked, coming to embrace you and place a soft kiss on your cheek, before sitting.
"Yes! Yes," you said, knowing it was important he be seated and comfortable before you brought up the topic. "I just thought we should talk."
Hanzo winced slightly- it was never a good sign, he thought. "I...see," he said. "Well, please. Tell me what it is that has you so restless, my blossom."
After a moment of wringing your hands, you moved to kneel in front of him and rested your hands on his knees. Very serious was the eye contact you made with him, and honestly he felt like he needed to brace himself.
"I want to discuss us...having a family at some point. Maybe some point soon. Like, maybe we could start trying...now?" you said.
You expected him to get upset, or uncomfortable, and immediately started to ramble, even as he slowly rubbed his chin.
"I realized we'd never talked about it but I've always wanted a big family and we're getting married so its really something we should discuss, and I really can see us having some of the cutest children, and hanzo you'd be such a good dad, I really just know it-" your words kept coming faster and faster, really with no end.
You almost didn't hear when Hanzo after a moment said, "Alright, y/n. We can start trying."
The words had you screeching to a halt.
Staring at him perplexed, you narrowed your eyes. "Really?" you said, wondering if you'd missed something.
Hanzo wasn't big on change- he also usually liked time to think on things. Weigh the pros and cons. For him to agree so readily...
"You'd be a great parent, and I for one, would love a little girl to read stories to. We should try immediately," he said. "We'll have to find a surrogate, of course, since neither of us are able to conceive. This is rather exciting."
The more he spoke, the more you wondered if this was your fiancee. "....Are you sure? You don't need time?" you asked slowly.
"Time for what? It'll take nine months for a baby to arrive- I've plenty of time to regret my thoughts later. Right now, I wish for this- I wish to grow with you. To see a little you has been a great desire of mine," Hanzo said, brushing his finger across your cheek.
When it hit you that Hanzo was actually on board with this, there was a pause before you squealed and threw your arms around him.
"Oh my god!" you gasped, pressing kisses over his face before you threw your hands in the air. "We're having a baby! We're having a baby!!!!!!!"
"We're having a baby, my love," he said affectionately. Seeing you so overjoyed was the highlight of his day.
You held onto him a bit longer, before looking seriously at him. "You can't smother the surrogate."
"Of course not. I will simply make sure they are attending their duties for the safety of our daughter," he said.
When the two of you finally were pregnant, it was the most joyous day of both of your lives.
Not the surrogates- Hanzo was very much involved, giving vitamins, taking them to their appointments, being rather bossy...
But you could tell, Hanzo in his way was very, very excited to meet the future baby. He just wanted to take care of them.
He made this beautiful baby room, with help of course, and hanging above the crib is a little dragon night light.
62 notes · View notes