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lovingseventeen · 5 months

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matchy-matchy with seventeen

a/n: me in my single era pt 2093520395 and here’s me projecting just a little bit yk. also i tried really hard to make these creative i hope it went well

seungcheol: jackets

✧ specifically varsity jackets or those racing jackets

✧ maybe not exactly the same, maybe it’s the same style of jacket but in different, but complementary colors

✧ absolutely loves knowing that it’s so easy to tell that the two of you are a couple when you walk together

✧ his lock screen is a mirror picture of the two of you :’)

jeonghan: hair accessories

✧ matching hair accessories oh myyy

✧ it could be in simple barrettes or clips with little cutesy designs

✧ or ribbons !!

✧ one day he sees you tie back half of your hair (like a semi-updo) and he just asks you, “can you do that to me too?”

✧ you two can be dainty together 🫶🏽

joshua: rings

✧ perhaps he’s a simple romantic

✧ rings can go with any outfit and he wants a reminder with you everywhere he goes

✧ loves seeing his ring on his finger in all of his daily activities

✧ also loves to hold your hand to look at the ring on your finger only to follow with a soft kiss to the back of your hand too

jun: earrings

✧ maybe he’s a little more subtle with it

✧ but he finds earrings as an easy way to be connected with you, knowing you have the same pair

✧ all that matters to him is that it’s something that the two of you know about - and maybe others if they’re paying attention

hoshi: tiger phone cases

✧ ofc you support his tiger agenda and one day he just surprises you with matching tiger print phone cases

✧ falls a little more in love with you when you don’t hesitate to swap your current case with it LOL

✧ loves taking mirror selfies where you can see your cases and as the two of you make the tiger claw hand gesture

✧ if you’re with literally anyone else together, he’ll just grab both of your phones to go “look!”

wonwoo: headphones

✧ thought of this because he games but headphones are also pretty necessary in general

✧ you each pick sticker packs and you place some stickers on your own pair

✧ then you swap headphones and fill up the rest of the negative space of each other’s :’)

woozi: pajamas

✧ he’s someone who’s also very lowkey methinks

✧ he doesn’t feel the need to flaunt his relationship too much, or go out on his rest days either

✧ he likes the moments you have just between the two of you and pajamas are a cute way to still have that

✧ whether you’re cuddling on the couch or just walking around the house, his heart is content seeing your matching home outfits

seokmin: shoes

✧ just felt like this would be soooo cute with him

✧ it gives you both freedom with your outfits and individual styles but anyone looking at you two together would know that you’re dating

✧ he love love loves taking those pictures of your matching shoes

✧ maybe he even takes a short video for his story and you can tell he’s happy in it because he can’t stop his feet from doing a little dancey dance

mingyu: hoodies

✧ adores seeing the two of you matching so obviously in the reflection of windows, mirrors, etc. when the two of you are out

✧ takes so so many pictures of you two

✧ you definitely have more than one matching hoodie

✧ will fall in love with you more if matching couple clothes was your idea first LOL

minghao: nails

✧ i had to, i HAD TO, just imagine the two of you with the prettiest hands ever

✧ maybe he lets you pick a color first and then he’ll pick a second to complement it aaa

✧ and even if you aren’t too much of a nail person, maybe you just get one nail painted with a little image or design to match the color scheme of his

✧ also imagine the intimacy of painting each other’s nails and he’s holding your hand close to his face and blowing on your nails to dry them

seungkwan: bracelets

✧ the two of you make your matching bracelets at one of those shops meant for dates

✧ i just know he would try so hard !! to make yours so pretty

✧ his heart ACHES when you find these 2 bear charms to represent the two of you (so you can have a little bear of each other)

✧ “this one’s me and this one’s you, don’t you think?”

vernon: beanies

✧ he’s always giving you his beanies when it’s cold out anyway

✧ then on this day he’s shopping and he can’t pick between 2 options (they’re both the same 2 colors but in different combinations)

✧ vernon just gets both and lets you pick the one you like more

✧ he knows you’ll look good in either one :)

chan: crewneck/hoodie-sweatpants-set

✧ this is various things but here me out, he’s a dancer and he probably has a good amount of athleisure

✧ sometimes you visit him during his solo dance practices and he likes to try to convince you to dance with him

✧ one day you stopped by without the intention to dance and he just casually pulls out the set for you that coincidentally matched with his

✧ he’s so giddy when you change. so so many recordings of you dancing together (regardless of how coordinated the two of you actually are) and mirror selfies to capture your outfits

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yamujiburo · 10 days

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HANAMUSA HEADCANONS

Woo! Some fun lil headcanons~

Jessie and Delia Headcanons

Delia is a morning person and was surprised to learn that Jessie was even more of a morning person than her

Jessie's a massive romantic and is usually the one to plan all their dates

Jessie and Delia enjoy doing karaoke together

After finding out Delia wanted to be model, Jessie started making a lot of new outfits for her using her years of expertise from making disguises

Jessie enjoys giving Delia makeovers and Delia loves getting them

Delia enjoys being big spoon

Delia initiated their first kiss

Jessie cuts Delia’s hair for her

Once Jessie becomes a nurse and starts going to work, Delia starts packing lunches for her every day. It’s usually way too much food

Whenever Delia’s working in the kitchen, Jessie’s always waddling right behind her. Not really being much help but Delia doesn’t mind

Jessie's not great at cooking but makes an effort to make food for Delia when she notices Delia's tired. It's usually bad but Delia appreciates the thought

Delia is incredibly fond of Jessie’s Pokémon, Wobbuffet and Gourgeist in particular

Delia is terrified of snake Pokémon

Delia never really drank before meeting Jessie but now they have wine nights together. They usually end with Jessie passed out in Delia’s lap

When Delia gets really drunk, she gets REALLY affectionate and grabby

Delia can't swim and it's her secret shame

Professor Oak is very cordial with Jessie but also wary of her. He mostly wants to make sure Delia is taken care of and won't get her heart broken

Pikachu comes around to Jessie rather quickly after realizing she’s not really a threat and finding out how good at head scratches she is (she has nice long nails)

Mimey takes the longest to come around to Jessie

Jessie calls Delia “my Deerling” and Delia calls Jessie "Smoochum"

Delia loves when Jessie gives her kisses on the forehead

Delia is a huge Jessilina fan. Jessie reveals that she is Jessilina but Delia doesn’t believe her at first

Jessie and Delia do a lot of movie nights together. Jessie loves sobbing at romcoms and Delia likes really fucked up horror movies for some reason (Jessie’s terrified of them but doesn’t want Delia to think she’s a coward)

Jessie likes to randomly scoop Delia up and carry her around the house

Delia picked up a habit of talking to herself prior to Jessie moving in. It frequently catches Jessie off guard

Jessie gets irritated when people flirt with Delia. Mostly because that's her girl but also because she's mad they weren't flirting with her, herself.

Delia tends to keep a lot of her negative feelings to herself but after meeting Jessie and seeing how unapologetically expressive she is, she starts letting her guard down a bit. She rants about rude customers and Jessie could listen to her all day

Because she lived alone for so long, Delia sometimes needs her space. Jessie’s still getting used to this (as someone who hates being alone)

Delia is very particular about how chores are done as well as how things are organized in her house

Prior to getting her own job, Jessie would just do chores then sit around at the Ketchum house waiting for Delia to come home. She’s very bad at entertaining herself

Jessie puts on a healthy amount of relationship weight over time. Long gone are the days of Jessie eating snow (out of necessity) and starving

Jessie still likes snowgasboard as a treat

Delia and Jessie both have abandonment issues and require a lot of reassurance from one another

Delia's not super strong but she starts working out in order to one day carry Jessie on their wedding day

Jessie, who is used to being on the run, gets antsy from staying home more frequently. She takes up a lot of yoga and running. Delia joins sometimes.

Ash Headcanons

When Ash first found out that his mom was dating Jessie, he was, justifiably, suspicious of her.

Early on Ash would secretly prank Jessie in hopes that it'd make her leave

Jessie and Ash slowly bond through Pokémon battles as well as sharing Pokémon facts with each other

Ash never calls Jessie “mom” and she’s very okay with that. He does however call her “dad” to piss her off

Jessie calls Ash “champ” in retaliation

Jessie's been quietly invested in Ash's love life, having seen him travel with so many people and witnessing all the crushes people have had on him.

James Headcanons

James is aroace and happy not being in a relationship

Now that he's settled down in Pallet, James spends a lot of his time indulging in his many hobbies (bottle cap/Pokéball collecting, gardening, building miniature models of various things, raising and training Pokémon, etc.)

Because Jessie kept passing out at wine nights, Delia started inviting James to them and it's now become more of their thing

James started off as just a waiter at Delia's restaurant but Delia found out he was great at cooking so they exchange roles sometimes

Jessie frequently goes to him for advice on how to impress Delia and be a better person for her. He's the nicest person she knows.

Jessie is still pretty affectionate and close with James and he gets freaked out about it, thinking Delia would have a problem with it (she does not)

James and Ash really get along. Even early on when he was still getting used to Jessie being around the house, he'd confide in James (and James, like a secret helper, would help Jessie out by letting her know Ash's needs)

Meowth Headcanons

Meowth took getting fired from Team Rocket the hardest

Delia and Professor Oak filled the Giovanni shaped hole in his heart

Oak had a really hard time trusting Meowth at first and whenever he translated anything from the Pokémon, Oak wasn't sure whether to believe him or not

After some time working at Oak's lab, Oak gave Meowth a pet on the head after he did a good job and it altered his brain chemistry forever

Meowth had a hard time making friends with Ash's Pokémon at Oak's lab (obviously) but Infernape, right away was happy to have him around. He helped all the Pokémon come around and get to know Meowth

Meowth was the first one to pick up on Jessie's crush on Delia. Unlike James, he didn't get too involved, worried that Jessie dating Delia then potentially blowing it might ruin a good thing (his views on love are a bit jaded after his experiences)

Meowth is now very supportive of Jessie and Delia, and is happy that one of his best friends found love

Other Headcanons

Professor Oak is very cordial with Jessie but also wary of her. He mostly wants to make sure Delia is taken care of and won't get her heart broken

Pikachu comes around to Jessie rather quickly after realizing she’s not really a threat and finding out how good at head scratches she is (she has nice long nails)

Mimey takes the longest to come around to Jessie. Jessie's asked Meowth to help her figure out what Mimey's deal is but Meowth is also scared to talk to Mimey.

Seviper desperately longs for Delia's love and attention but she's too scared of it. She eventually gets to the point where she can pet it with no issues as long as Jessie is also in the room

Early on, Delia's customers start to pick up on the fact that Delia was happier. They assumed she'd finally found a new boyfriend but they were very surprised to find out she was dating a bombshell of a woman

The people of Pallet were initially a bit scared of Jessie. Not a lot of women there look quite like her. She has an intimidating aura but over time find that she's quite pleasant, especially when she's with Delia

General Team Rocket Heacanons!

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blughxreader · 7 months

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I've been watching natural disaster documentaries and I'm so down bad for the idea of Platonic Yandere! Batfam during a blizzard.

They obviously have enough supplies to maintain a small village, so no one is pressed when sudden snow picks up. Batman has special cold-resistant suits for all of them but when the windchill drops to the negatives, their patrols are an hour at a time.

When the blizzard finally hits, they escort stranded cars to safety for as long as possible before the white-out makes it impossible to work.

That first night, they're all huddled in the the smallest lounge, fireplace roaring and hot chocolate in hand. You're pulled to the very front of the pile, bundled in blankets and Tim's various school hoodies and up against the rolling heat of the flames.

Despite the temperature breaking record lows, you've never been more toasty. Chocolate on your tongue and cheeks hot from the fire, they only let you unbundle yourself when you complain about sweating.

However much the others bitch and moan, Jason and Bruce are the ones at your side. They're packed full of muscle and do a great job of trapping in heat, so the skinnier Bats have to settle for watching you. Jason and Bruce take great pleasure in draping a big arm around you, pinning you so close to their sides that you have to fold your arms to keep them from getting squeezed.

Bruce insists you sleep in his bed, since this is one of the few times he gets to fall asleep at the same time as you. Damian insists, on account of being the least efficient at maintaining heat (i.e. the smallest), he should join you two. Bruce relents with an amused smile. You fall asleep pulled almost fully across Bruce's chest with Damian wound tightly around you.

The whole situation would almost be reminiscent of a family enjoying the winter holidays, had it not been for the Bat’s palpable longing.

Normally, they're desperate to touch you, to hold onto some part of your person and bask in the closeness. But with their fingertips cold and a slight shake to their limbs—they're ravenous.

Their yearning mixes with the cold and spurs on their dark thoughts more than the heat ever has. They have to hold you or they'll die. They have to feel your warm breath fan their faces. They have to take your body heat and to give you theirs.

Physical intimacy seems so much more personal when they could die from the cold (never mind the fact that they're at a healthy temperature).

Fights break out faster as they get more clingy, and Bruce creates a rigid schedule. The Bats must follow the rotation by the second, no bartering time for favors, and no incapacitating others to extend your time.

The weak sun travels the sky and snow swallows houses whole. Almost two days in, the power cut and everyone was forced to move into the small living room. Using the back-up generators, they powered only a few important rooms in the house and set up space heaters in every corner. Blankets were nailed over windows and Damian and Tim had a mini bitch-session over the unusable internet connection.

Dick and Jason carried down mattresses, while Tim, Cass, and Steph found every blanket and pillow in the house. Damian and Bruce brought up laptops, monitors, and a radio for work. Alfred is forced into the recliner with an instant water heater and a teapot by his side. He hasn't complained once, but everyone knows the cold isn't kind to his joints.

Then there's you, sitting on a pile of blankets and pillows and wrapped in sweaters, throws, hats, and gloves. You almost threw a fit because you were warm enough, but Cass's darkened face silenced you immediately. She backed off when you settled into Steph's side, gloves and all.

The time passes slowly. On the third and worst day, the wind chill reached negative 50. The house rattled and creaked against the cold, and the Bats took turns nestled against you.

Dick flipped through his old high school year book and told you stories about the students, while Steph chimed in with made up-ones to add drama.

You and Damian played a game that involved finishing each other's drawings.

Tim pretended to be stuck on a video game level and let you help. Cass somehow procured a party horn that she honked to celebrate each victory.

Despite how hard Jason tried to avoid Bruce, they always finished their books at the same time and left to get more. They returned with arm-fulls of books and a frozen snack that they shared with you.

At the end of the week, when the sun finally began melting the snow and the were having an increasingly difficult time keeping Bruce from the cowl, they were all sick of each other.

It was slightly satisfying, considering you never caught a break from any of them and this was a taste of their own medicine. The Bats finally returned to duty after a spectacular meltdown from Dick after Bruce asserted his opinion one too many times.

You, however, remained locked in the living room nest for several more days because "it's still too cold for you to sleep alone" and "patrols will be very short until crime picks back up."

It was already safe to return to your room, but there was something so comforting about knowing precisely where you'd be at any given moment. And Bruce, settling into the couch after patrol to thaw his frozen limbs, melted at the sight of his kids all piled up together.

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ackermanbloodline · 7 months

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BREEDING KINK🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️

Warnings: Sexual content. 18+, MDNI, NSFW.

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Middle of the Night - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Levi has been so wrapped up in his work lately, so much so that it’s taken a negative toll on your relationship. The sleepless, solo nights sleeping in your far-too-large bed with his cologne wafting in his shirt you wear as he stays at the office for the night, the relentless demand of paperwork, mission after mission… you knew being with him was part of the deal, his demanding title. But this has been going on for weeks. You have been spending more time alone than with him.

When Levi is swamped with work like he has been, his libido becomes nonexistent. Times like this, his position takes up every space in his mind. And while he always has space for you, sex is just not on the table. Neither of you have had sex, or came at all, in over a month. Whenever you tried to make yourself cum, it didn’t feel as good as when he did it. His fingers know you better than your own. They touched the right spots, dug into the right nerves. You need to hear his beautiful, lustful moans to climax. Your pussy loves him. You both know it.

Tonight is quiet. Again. And you know Levi isn’t going to come home. If he was, he would’ve by now. You sit on the couch next to the fireplace as you struggle to concentrate on reading a book with a blanket drifting over your lap. You find your mind wandering. Your brain repeats the same paragraph over and over again. It’s just not sticking or making sense to you. All you can think of is how this situation is so bullshit, that you deserve more attention than what you’ve been getting. Anger brews in the pit of your stomach as your gaze becomes fixated on the fire. You slam the book shut in frustration.

After taking a hot shower, brushing your teeth, and doing your other things in your nighttime routine, you lay in the same cold bed. You hoped that the shower would’ve calmed you down, but it only distracted you. That deep, dark, heavy feeling in your chest is back. But still, you try your damndest to sleep. You can feel the shadows under your eyes growing with each minute you stay tossing and turning. After what feels like hours, you check the clock: 1:19 AM.

“Fuck this.”

You throw the duvet to the side and rip yourself out of bed. After padding to the bathroom with haste, your hands gripping the edges of the porcelain sink as you look at yourself in the mirror there. You have an idea. A brilliant one. But you aren’t sure how he’s going to react or take it. Your head shakes.

“Fuck it.”

About an hour later, you’re dressed and waiting for a horse and buggy. The bold color that plays upon your lips is unfamiliar and uncomfortable, as well as the black heels that make you at least four inches taller than you actually are. Your hair is in the way that Levi likes it best. The cool night breeze sweeps past your bare legs and neck, and upward into the depths of your blood-red trench coat. Goosebumps rise on the back of your neck. Whether it’s because of the chilly outside temperature or your nervousness, you aren’t entirely sure.

And before you know it, you’re walking down the long military corridor that leads to Levi’s office. The crisp clicks of your heels bounce against the titan-tall floor-to-ceiling windows. You carry just a single candle in your right hand for light. Everything else is eerily dark. You pray that nobody else is awake or wandering the halls this late at night, especially none of the cadets. You know neither you or Levi could ever live that down.

You raise your hand to knock on his office door, but hesitate. Your nails dig hardly into the fleshy heel of your palm. Maybe this is a bad idea… maybe Levi will get really upset that you came here dressed as you are with the risk of being seen by a cadet simply using the restroom, potentially jeopardizing his reputation and respectability as Captain of the Scouts.

God, that is the last thing you want. You should’ve thought about these consequences prior to arriving here or doing this at all.

But you’re here now. And you have to see your plan through.

Your fingers come into contact with the dark wooden door three times. You wait a few moments. No response. You let a couple more seconds pass and knock again, this time a little louder. Nobody comes to the door. Your eyebrows furrow. Your hand reaches for the door handle and twists. It’s unlocked.

You peer in from behind the door. The fireplace near his desk is roaring with life. As you scan the immediate surroundings of the room, your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. You let yourself in and close the door quietly behind you. Your feet slowly carry you to his desk. The stack of papers neatly organized on it catches your eye. As you look over it and try to understand it, you don’t know what it all means. Sure, you were in the Scouts… but that was another lifetime ago. Levi was just a mere fellow cadet back then. He moved up in the regiment extremely quickly, and with that came some growing pains. Still, you and Levi endured it all. This bump you two are going through is no different.

A sigh leaves your lips as you scan around the room once more. You begin to wander around the office. You take a candle with you. When you open the door to the bathroom and wave the flame into it, to no surprise, it’s empty. Smells like it was recently cleaned, too, with the scene of crisp lemon in the air. You turn on your heel and continue to explore.

As you approach the door that leads into his sleeping quarters, you freeze in your tracks. Your heart leaps into your mouth when you hear a quiet moaning. Walking on your toes in an attempt to be stealthy, you carefully press your ear to the hardwood. Your knees nearly give out when you hear him moan out your name. Without even having a say in the matter, you find yourself opening the door.

What you see before you is breathtaking: Levi, completely naked on his bed, with a white-knuckled fist around his dick.

You expect him to stop once he sees you. But he doesn’t. In fact, he goes faster. You set the candle down on the bedside table and look down at him for what feels like forever for you both. Your pussy is flooding more and more with each passing moment. You plant your hands beside his head and swing a leg over to straddle his hips. And with one swift tug at a ribbon of fabric, your coat drops from your shoulders and is thrown to the side, leaving you completely naked with the exception of the heels.

“I have to be dreaming,” he mutters, looking up at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You lean over and make him look you in the eyes.

“How long have you been going at it?”

“Just started, actually…” he breathes and brings a thumb up to your bottom lip. “This color looks good on you.”

He refers to your lipstick. You use the tip of your tongue and trace over the pad of his finger.

“Good. Because I want it to be all over us by the time we’re done.”

Your lustful words force him to wrap an arm around your waist and slam you down into the mattress. You can barely catch your breath before his mouth is on yours in a needy, animalistic way. It’s been so long for you both. His usually calculated demeanor is completely melted away in the snap of a finger. His tongue slips into your mouth and strokes yours and a groan rips from the back of his throat. He nearly forgot how good you always taste, how your mouth can make him lose touch of reality in more ways than one.

Levi’s penis is throbbing so hard that it’s almost painful and your arousal drips to the back of your ass. Your naked hips roll up into his with desperation for some contact, for something. Your pussy slides up against the underside of his length and it brushes against your clit. The simple action covers him with your slick. And you do this over and over again. He collapses onto you and reciprocates your gesture: he slowly rocks his pelvis onto yours. You two stay this way for a few moments before he props himself back up on his forearms so his face is hovering over yours.

“Open up.”

Your jaw drops open wide and you stick out your tongue as far as you can to obey his request. He does something that you don’t expect. A thick stream of spit slowly drops from his mouth into yours, it’s not the quick type of spitting that he normally does. When it lands on your tongue, you stay like that until he tells you otherwise.

“Swallow.”

You eagerly do as you’re told and open your mouth again to show him it’s gone. He hums in satisfaction. His fingers wrap around your jaw with care and very gently tap your face twice.

“That’s my girl.”

He carefully but hastily reaches over you into the bedside table drawer to retrieve a condom. He puts the corner into his mouth and uses his teeth to rip off the foil. It takes him a few tries to get it off enough to retrieve the condom inside. But seeing him so desperate, so needy for you, is something that you’d never get tired of or used to.

Levi sits back on his heels as he carefully rolls the piece of latex onto his cock, pinching the tip of it as the cream-colored ring is slid down toward the base with his other hand. You cup your breasts with your hands and push them together as you impatiently wait for him to finish. Once he is, he leans over you and glides the tip up and down your wet slit.

“I’ve missed this,” you confess, the words leaving your mouth faster than you can stop them.

“Me too.”

“Why didn’t you come home and make love to me if you were in the mood?”

“I… I’m sorry. It was late, and I knew you were probably already sleeping. I just didn’t want to disturb you.”

“You’re never disturbing me, Levi. Do you know how much this pussy’s missed you?”

You take one of Levi’s hands and guide it to your sex. His fingers trace the folds and make small circles over your clit. His dick twitches.

“Fuck… I do. Do you know how much this dick has missed you?”

He replicates what you did, your hand wrapped around him tightly. He’s hard as a fucking rock. You can’t hold back a moan in response. You work your wrist in a gentle up and down motion while he continues to play with you. His eyes flutter closed when you tighten your grip on him. He buries his face into your neck and his hot pants fan across your naked skin, causing goosebumps to rise on the length of your spine.

“Mine,” you whisper into the reddening shell of his ear.

“Yours. All fucking yours, baby. Always.”

And with those words, you carefully grip the base of the condom and take it off. He jerks up and looks at you with a surprised expression that you’ve never seen in all your years of knowing him.

“What?”

“No condom.”

Levi’s breath is hitches in his throat. This would be your first time having sex without one. He licks his lips and takes a breath.

“Are you sure?” he scans your face for any hesitation.

You nod, “Yes.”

“I mean it,” Levi says your name. “Are you… absolutely sure?”

“Yes, Levi. I’m sure.”

“Okay.”

The condom is tossed to the side. His lips lower down and kiss yours gently, as if you are a fragile item that’s going to break at any given moment. You show so much reciprocation to tell him that you really want what you’re asking for. Your hands travel into his undercut and your fingers gently stroke the buzzed hair. He pulls away and touches his forehead to yours.

He then pushes the tip of himself in and a quiet gasp drops from his lips. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him close to you. You need to feel him. His skin on yours. His hips slowly shift forward, inch by inch, until he bottoms out into you. God… it feels so much better already, and he hasn’t really done anything yet. It feels so full and satisfying. You involuntarily clench around him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he strains. “I need a moment.”

You kiss his temple, “Okay.”

He stays still for a long time. You can hear him taking deep breaths in the crook of your shoulder. You rub soothing strokes along his back even though, more than anything, you want and need him to move. Eventually, he reels his hips back and pushes back in, going at the slowest pace you’ve ever seen him go. Still, all of it feels so good. Your eyes roll back in your head as you take in gasping breaths.

You shift your hips up towards him to gain more leverage so he can go deeper. Your knees are higher up in the air. Levi notices this and lifts himself up. His hands find the backs of your thighs and his speed picks up. He plunges deep inside of you, pushing himself in all the way to the base into his pubic hair. All the while, he’s cursing and looks so infatuated with the current moment that it makes you even more aroused. He’s definitely drunk off your pussy. He’s never looked more sexy.

Here are the few things you can register: his moans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours, and his cock buried so deep inside of you that it makes your head spin. Everything else doesn’t matter and is tuned out.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans. “So wet and tight.”

“You like fucking this pussy raw?”

“Fuck, I love it. God, baby...”

You smile up at him in satisfaction and amusement. If Levi wanted your pussy, he could get it. Doesn’t matter when or where. In your mind, it isn’t even yours. It’s his. He knows this.

Thank fucking god he’s finally claiming it in the way he should’ve been throughout the past couple of weeks.

You briskly lick the pads of your fingers and rub fast circles around your clit. With your other hand and arm, brace yourself against the wall behind you to steady yourself onto his cock. Your moans become even louder than they were and your pelvic floor tightens in response. To Levi’s ears, nothing sounds better than you in pure ecstasy.

He moans out in between thrusts, “Never fucking you with a condom again.”

You nearly giggle in response and fervently nod your head in agreement, taking your lip in between your teeth. Levi’s dick twitches at the wondrous sight below him. All he can think about is how good you look taking his dick like this and how much he loves you. He slows his rhythm down for a bit, feeling the familiar hot sparks of an orgasm licking his groin. He wants to savor this. Savor you.

“Get on top?” he breathes. You know it’s more of a command than a question.

He hesitantly pulls out slowly and collapses beside you. The cold air is a stark contrast for him from being inside you. It sends a shiver up his body. Repeating earlier, you swing a leg over him so you straddle his hips. Not wanting to waste any time, you grasp him and push him into your pussy. His eyes roll to the back of his head and a pink tinge dances across the apples of his cheeks. You slowly lower down, inch by inch, onto him.

When he’s all the way in, your hips shift up and down, and back and forth. It feels like he’s going even deeper than he was before, if that was even possible. His body bounces back into the mattress and pillows below as you fuck him without mercy. Your hands land on his pecs for leverage as you lose yourself on his dick. Him inside you is all you can think about. All you ever want to think about. His hands land on your ass with a harsh slap and help guide your movements. His grip is tight and unforgiving onto the flesh there. You’re sure you’ll see some bruises in the morning.

“What the fuuuck…” he draws out, a slight feeling of annoyance taking over his thoughts as he notices that he’s close to that edge again. Still, you continue to ride him. “What the fuck, baby. What the fuck.”

He needs more. He brings a hand to your spine and pushes you down onto his chest and wraps his arms around you. He brings his legs up and fucks up into you. Hard and fast. Unforgiving. You collapse completely onto him and hang onto his shoulder as the daylights are being fucked out of you. Over and over, the tip of his penis brushes up against that sweet spot behind your pelvic bone. His palm lands on your ass over and over again.

“Leviiiii,” you call out as your voice shakes in between thrusts.

“What, baby? Tell me what.”

“Feels so good.”

“Shit, I love making you feel good.”

You’re back below Levi again, looking up at him. He didn’t bother to pull out and reposition. He’s smooth with it. The building pressure in your pussy grows with each thrust he gives you. Your moans become quieter the bigger and bigger that feeling becomes.

“You’re gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my dick?”

“Mhm, I’m close. Levi, don’t stop.”

Levi continues his rhythm. He doesn’t speed up, he doesn’t slow down. He’s persistent and steady. He’s totally fixated on you as your legs begin to shake and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…” you repeat over and over until your voice goes out.

“That’s it. Cum for me, baby, cum for me.”

You completely stiffen out beneath Levi when he comes down and kisses your neck as you ride out the high. Your nails dig into the straining of Levi’s back muscles and your heart feels like it’s about to explode in your chest. You want to scream from the pleasure you’re feeling but you physically cannot. Your body renders yourself mute. Strangled gasps and groans are all you can manage as your pussy convulses and squeezes around Levi’s cock. It takes everything in Levi’s power to not cum, too. He continues fucking you as you orgasm, brushing up against that spot again and again.

You take deep breaths after the peak of the climax comes, becoming completely limp under the pressure of Levi’s body. He slows down before completely stopping and looks down at you. His eyebrows furrow when his hand comes up to your cheek and wipes away a tear or two that dripped down your cheek.

“You okay?” he asks, full of concern.

You nod your head and look at him through lidded eyes.

“I think that’s the hardest you’ve ever came.”

“Definitely,” you respond.

“Want me to keep going?”

“Yes.”

And with that, his hips start up again. As he does, your strength and your awareness returns to yourself and your body. There’s a certain squishing sound between you two that wasn’t there before. Then you remember. The feeling of him inside you without protection is such an arousing idea that you already want another orgasm.

“I love your cock,” you babble out. “I want you to fuck me like this all the time.”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to fuck a baby into me.”

You thought he’d stop at your confession, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t waiver. In fact, he picks up the pace just a tad.

“You want that? You wanna have my kids?” he groans.

“Yeah, Daddy, yeah. Fill me up. Give it to me.”

“Fuck. Fuck, baby!”

He pushes your calves up onto his shoulders so he’s balls deep inside you again. The expression on his face is almost like he’s in pain. Sweat is beading up on his forehead. His moans are louder and more frequent than ever.

“I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?”

“Inside me. Deep inside. Please, Daddy. Please, please, please…”

“Yeah? You want my cum in you?”

“Fuck, yes! I want you to cum inside me.”

These simple words drive Levi off the edge. His voice heightens in tone and loudness as his dick twitches as rope after rope of cum spill inside of you. It’s a lot. The feeling is so divine, so much so that it unexpectedly makes you cum a second time. You squirm against each other as your tongues intertwine in the hottest of ways.

It’s all so much, too much. But this is so needed and so overdue. Making up for lost time, as Levi always says.

Levi stills himself after fucking his cum into you. Your pelvic floor throbs after your second orgasm, a primal feature of the female anatomy to pull his cum further in. You two are panting, struggling to catch each other’s breath. He lays down on you, not bothering to pull out, for a few minutes. It’s quiet for a while as you carefully stroke his hair. You both are exhausted. Even that is an understatement.

“Are you okay?” you inquire softly.

“Never better,” he rasps. “Are you?”

“Never better.”

He shifts and pushes himself up onto his forearms. He kisses your puffy, swollen lips as softly as he can. His hips retreat from yours and peers back to look at your pussy. When he sees some of his semen threatening to spill out, he carefully puts two fingers in to push it back in until he reaches his first knuckle. You moan out and squirm in response.

When he takes them out of you, he looks at them a moment, admiring the opaqueness coating his fingers, before licking them clean.

He smirks, “Do you want to have my children? Or was that something you said in the heat of the moment?”

Your cheeks redden.

“I…” you begin. “I love you, Levi. I do want to spend the rest of my life with you. But It was the heat of the moment. But if that’s something we both want, we can talk about it.”

“Hm,” he hums, hovering back over you and kissing your forehead and laying next to you. “I’m not sure if I want a couple of brats running around right now. But cumming inside that perfect pussy of yours, that’s definitely something I need.”

You smile at him, “And to think you were gonna cum without me…”

“You’re so greedy, I like that,” he muses. “But I promise you, I wasn’t going to cum. Just like to edge. My cum is for you.”

You bite your lip and smile. You’re reminded of Levi’s cum inside you and you trace a finger over your slick entrance. It’s a strange feeling, almost like your period has unexpectedly come… but it’s a feeling you’re going to have to get used to.

After all, there’s no way you two can go back now.

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Author's Note: If anyone asks, yes, I was inspired by this song.

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victoriasnails · 2 years

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Oh just another neon & floral

Used in this mani:

Ella + Mila - Pure

Color Club - You Had Me At Aloha, Beach Please!

Orly - So Fly

China Glaze - Sun Of A Peach

What's Up Nails - Neither Noir

Stamping Plate: B028 from @whatsupnails

Skinny straight tape from @whatsupnails

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bombnails · 11 months

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pigeonpeach · 3 months

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Yandere Genshin

Prompt: youve caught their eye but… you’re already taken… that won’t be a problem…

Cw: yandere duh, mentions of murder and violence, manipulation, kidnapping, etc. fem reader

Characters: Jean, Diluc,Yelan, Neuvillete

Jean finds herself more and more infuriated with your commitment everyday. A simple hunter from Springvale is the one that catches your eye? How absurd! She knew she should’ve been more forward with her tatics. Oh this frustration and heartbreak has been tormenting her, impacting her work ethic as she tries to give you space. But its hard because you work for her. A cutesy little maid. You belong to her.. you’re everything she could want in a partner. So delicate, so plump, you’re the perfect bride. There’s no way she’s letting a man who can’t read s kid’s book without struggle surpass her!

So… she staged a little accident lets say.. she happened to cut the patrols in the area, making them closer to the city itself. That way there still was protection for the city… just not for the hunters. For awhile they’d been complaining sbout how the patrols spooked the boar. Even though those patrols were meant to cut down and discourage hilichurl camps. From a political perspective she just gave the hunters what they wanted. To up the anti more she had Kaeya tell him about a legendary boar deep into the wilderness. How the boars get bigger in hilichurl camps because they’ve started to fence them off and fatten them up, if he goes at night when they’re asleep, he could surely nail himself a big boar and pass it as a authentic catch…

The short of it was this. Your almost boyfriend snuck into one of the biggest hilichurl camps without the knights patroling nearby. And Kaeya knowing Jean’s work was negatively impacted by him.. may or may not have done something to alert the hilichurls to the the intruder. Quickly he was overwhelmed and beaten. With no knight in sight he was all alone. His struggle only made the hilichurls more violent. They threw him out, beaten to a pulp. When he saw Kaeya he was relieved thinking he was saved. But Kaeya had orders to finish the job of need be.

His death? A accident. Later hunters found him rotting near the camp, no foul play found. No one knew of his idea or who gave it to him, or who gave that person the idea. In your devastation you ended up right in her arms weeping.

“I am so sorry for your loss. I’ll make sure patrols return to normal and those camps are wiped out soon enough. I won’t let you experience such hardship ever again.” Crying to your boss felt so unprofessional but Jean was just so comforting to you. You had been putting on a brave face until now. You stood as she held you. “Lisa bought me this tea recently. It helps to steady my mind when I’m stressed, would you like me to give you some. I know it won’t remove your pain but it should help you somewhat. Unfortunately I can’t give you time off as two others are currently sick. But once they’re back I’ll give you some vacation okay?” She wiped your tears as you nodded.

“Th-that’s reasonable.. th-thank you.. oh god i must be such a burden. You’re already so stressed i didn’t mean to make it worse for you-“

“That’s not the case at all. I care about you. I want you to be safe and happy as every citizen in Mondstadt should be.” She kissed your forehead as she handed you the cup she prepared. “Here drink some tea. It was originally for me but I figure you need it more. I haven’t dranken from it.”

“Y-you’re sure that’s okay? I don’t mind waiting for another cup.” You asked. Oh how innocent you looked. Jean hated how she had to come to this, asking Lisa for a love spell to be put into the tea. But she couldn’t risk doing this to every suitor who got close to success. She needed to make sure you chose her otherwise she might go further next time.

“Its fine.” She said. You drank it with no further complaints.

Diluc was certain this was some sick prank. You, his beloved little maid, in love with nothing more than a simple merchant? Its not uncommon for the route from dawn winery to be used. But a certain merchant he purchased seeds from seemed to be getting far too close to you. Sure you two weren’t dating, he hadn’t even made the first step. But now he was absolutely was going to take drastic measures.

The first step: Distract you. You found yourself being assigned to chores more indoors an less outdoors. Diluc could sense how you would look out beyond hoping to see him again and he didn’t want that to continue. The second step was to lure said merchant back on a day you weren’t working. His arrival was horrible as the maids had all gone home leaving Diluc and Adelinde to recieve him, on a new moon, there was no moon to illuminate his path home so Diluc offered him to stay the night. He thought of this gratefully, originally the death Diluc planned was a simple killed in his sleep. But when he asked about you… oh it activated something in him. He even brought you a gift… how thoughtful… Diluc struggled to maintain his composure.

The merchant never did make it past the night. Despite his struggles. His body found beneath the bridge near Stone Gate. A investigation launched but ultimately blamed on bandits. With it his gift was smashed. You were devastated yes but your employer seemed to suddenly be more attentive than usual. He offered you meals and tea. Often requesting just to talk to you.

“Its getting late. I really should be going.” You set the tea cup back. “This was nice though. I wouldn’t mind doing this again but… oh.. is it raining?” You look out to see water coating the windows as what sounding like rain came from outside.

“Oh my it appears to be. At this hour you would be most vulnerable if you left now. You have no pets correct?”

“No.. oh dear…” you silently began to worry.

“You could always.. stay over. There is many a guest room and there’s spare pajamas for you. I’m certain it’ll be better than getting sick. Besides there’s bandits on the roads at these hours. You remember what happened to that merchant.” His voice luring you to s false sense of safety.

“Yes… I’ve been quite nervous going home now to be honest. Do you know if they ever found who did it?”

“Still nothing. Guards are posted more though. But it wpuld be easier. You do have a early shift here anyways in the morning so you wouldn’t need to go home right away. If that sounds alright.” He says, you jolted slightly as his hand gently grazed yours as you held your jacket. At that moment thunder clapped, startling you.

“I suppose that makes sene. I’ll take you up on that offer then..” you smiled shyly.

“I’ll lead you to your room then.”

He wasn’t going to let you leave.

(A/n: this is a alternative route to my other work Yelan vs Pantalone, dont consider this cannon to that piece but as its own spinoff)

Everyone has secrets. And Yelan’s is the fact that she stole a bride straight from Pantalone. It was mostly just to spite him, and also because she’s a sucker for a pretty face and couldn’t stand letting that happen. But oh they’re far more irresistible than she could’ve imagined. Now that they’re safely hidden in the jade chamber, working as a intern. She’s been visiting them when she comes to visit Ninguang, lucky her that Ninguang would allow her little damsel to stay in the jade chamber. But while her back was turned to her former life, she set her eyes on the people once known as parents to them. Her little Damsel cannot return to her former identity ever. And thus its better for her to believe that Pantalone went back on his word and killed them.

And that’s exactly what ended up happening. The Fatui’s search was halted and stopped because the Millieth wasn’t going to let the Fatui kill civilians just because they lost a bride. Even though they insisted they didn’t all signs pointed to that. She then forged documents to show to her beloved little damsel that this was the plan from the beginning, that Pantalone would have killed her parents upon acquiring her. Like the others so far, she used this opportunity to soothe them and bring them closer. At least this way they are alive and safe rather than in the hands of their families killer. Only… they are infact in the arms of their families killer. All seemed well until some stupid guard started poking around. He seemed more interested in courting them, believing they myst secretly be from s powerful family outside of Liyue and hiding. It was a rumor she purposely started to cover for their true identity. But now it backfired as this man saw a opportunity to climb up the social ladder. She isn’t quite sure what his exact plan was but her guess was he intended to make her fall for him and then marry him when she returned to her life, this guaranteeing a life of luxury. Unfortunately for him that won’t be the case. But Yelan can’t go killing her own. So she decided to simply use her influence to have him demoted to ground work instead. Convincing Ningguang that if allowed to stay he’ll uncover their scheme. The reason given to him was that apparently he was too loud or social than was acceptable in such environments. Afterwards he died to a hilichurl raid. Whoops.

“You.. you got my stuff?” You were surprised when she came to you with a crate.

“Yes, since legally you’re dead, your parents stuff was sold at auction at request of your family members. I grabbed what I remembered you valued myself.” She said with s smile as you beamed at the sight of your old things.

“It won’t raise suspicions will it?” Yu asked.

“I won’t let it. Don’t worry your pretty little head about the details.” She said patting you.

“I-i don’t know what I could do to repay you. You’ve done so much for me i-i truly have never had someone like you in my life.” You looked at her expecting a sort of humble brush off or something to actually be named.

“A date would be nice. Once everything cools down of course.” Her voice was like a purr, making you flustered.

“O-oh sure.. as long as it won’t cause you any trouble.”

“Perfect.” She said. You didn’t see it but she was considering drugging your tea that sat on the table behind her. A love potion, how typical but how effective. But seeing your blush she could tell you had infact fallen for her already. Which made the potion more of a backup if you ever lost feelings.

Neuvillete is anything but dishonest. But… seeing you cling to the arm of a guard, how happy you two looked.. it left him green with envy and red with wrath. To control himself he decided to simply change the guards routine to be out of your way. But you just went to meet them after work. His favorite little employee falling for the guard rather than him.. he felt deeply insulted.

Time for more drastic measures. He asks a favor from the clueless and happy Sedene (a simple melusine) to sneak into his house. To which she happens to find something. Just as planned he spends his time arranging scenarios to increase suspicion causing the other guards perform a check up right as he is planted with primordial sea water. He is quickly taken away to be questioned. Meanwhile you are distraught. You never thought him capable of such feats. But alas he was hardly the man you thought he was.

“I-I’m so sorry.. i truly didn’t know anything… i- Oh god ll this time..” you were hyperventilating as you were brought into questioning. “I-i.. oh god.. am i in danger? I could’ve ended up just like those missing girls..” Neuvillette’s hands reached out to your space as if to tell you to quiet down.

“I understand this situation is difficult. If necessary I’ll give you a moment to compose yourself. There isn’t any reason I have to suspect you but I still have to take precautions. You agreed to the random house search and no trace of seawater was found. I’m simply asking if he told you of anything suspicious or gave you any implications of his true nature.” He lowered his voice in a more gentle manner than he would in court. You sniffled as you wiped your tears.

“He.. he did keep inviting me to his place. I never went though. I didn’t think we were far along to do such things.. you know like… intimacy..” you nervously muttered. He still heard you, he was pleased to know you two didn’t get too serious.

“Were you two officially a couple?”

“No.. but we were close… i was going to ask him but then this all happened and… you know the story from there.”

“Hmm.. I see. It appears you infact were a target. Is there any reason you can think of?” He says. The sight of you so heartbroken and shaking is strangely attractive to him. So timid, so easily manipulated.

“No.. no not at all.. i don’t understand why?” You seemed more and more frightened. “S-should i not leave the house for a bit. This sounds very scary.. i don’t know if I can continue my routine as normal like this!” You whimpered as your hands seemed to get closer to your body. As if you retreating into she’ll to hide in.

“Fear not, I’ll have the secret patrol watch over. And each guard will undergo inspections from here onward. But i will be seeing you more. I want at least weekly updates to know of any strange activities or unexpected changes. Understand?” He said. You nodded. “With my life, I promise you, you will be safe. And I will let no harm come to you.. ever.”

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alldevilsarehere90 · 7 months

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Title: It's all tears Pairing: Daryl x Reader Summary: ‘This ain’t working’ are not the ideal words to hear in regards to your fairly new relationship. Setting: Alexandria Genre: SFW, Angst, Fluff, Ever so slightly suggestive if you squint and close one eye, Drabble. Word Count: 800 A/n: This was just a cute little idea that I had to get down and wrote on the way to work.

“This ain’t working.”

You heard the words, you'd taken them in and now they just bounced around aimlessly inside your head, while your eyes stayed trained on the tiled floor of the kitchen.

He continued talking but you couldn’t listen, you didn’t want to hear the excuses, so you focused on the only thing in front of you.

The grouting could really do with a clean, you’ll have to get the mop out later and run it over the floor once everyone’s in bed. It’s shocking really, the amount of dirty boots that trek their way through this kitchen with no concern over who cleans it. Everyone is probably waiting for Carol to volunteer.

“Did ya hear me?” Daryl’s voice smashes through your attempt at ignoring the current conversation, causing you to forget all concern over the dirty floor.

You nod in response, hands wringing in your lap, unsure how to respond and unable to swallow the lump you feel thick and heavy in your throat.

As far as you were concerned, Daryl walked on water; he was the sun, the moon and the stars and all that lies in-between, he was your everything. To say that this shocked you was an understatement, you simply had not seen this coming. You had believed the feelings between you to be mutual but now, as you sit here repeating those words in your mind, you find a thousand memories rushing through your head, looking at them in a completely different light.

Did you perhaps have the wrong idea this whole time? Did you read all his actions completely wrong just to give yourself false hope of something real between you.

“y/n,” he said into the thick silence.

You fidget on the dining chair you sat in and clasp your hands together so tight your nails were leaving deep crescent moons in your skin, the pain gave you a distraction from the tears filling your eyes. “I-I thought that things between us, were-were going well, I-”

“Shit.” he mumbles, crossing the space from his place by the doorway and closing the distance between you. Slotting himself between your legs, his knuckle hooks under your chin and forces you to look up at him. An errand tear escapes and runs down your cheek, which he quickly wipes away with his thumb.

“Yer weren' listenin ta me?”

Frowning not understanding what he could mean, you repeated the words he’d said back to him. They sounded foreign coming out of you, knowing they would never leave your lips of their own accord.

“And wha 'bout after?”

You shook your head, a question in your gaze.

He squats down in front of you, his hand slides down to hold yours and big enough to contain them both, “I said, this ain’t working, I-I need ya ta come home ta me…every night,” he clears his throat, cheeks tinged pink, “I can’t sleep without ya next ta me no more.”

You felt like an idiot, how could you have assumed the negative so quickly after lecturing Daryl not to do exactly that. “What are you suggesting?” hope blossomed in your chest, knowing the words you wanted but praying to hear them from him.

Looking self consciously away from your gaze, his hold on your hands tighten. “Move in with me? In ma room, " his cheeks flush a deeper shade of red that you just want to lean over and kiss. "if yer want ta.”

Your chest erupts, heart thrumming a love song of its own as you throw your arms around his neck and bury your face into his neck. He wobbles under the sudden movement and his arm shoots round your waist at an attempt to steady you both. It fails however and knocks him off balance, sending him falling on his back and pulling you along with him.

A burst of relieved laughter exits your body along with your breath as you slam into him, your chest flush to his. He laughs, watching your face and your giddy expression.

“That a yes?” He asks, tucking hair behind your ear to stop it from concealing your face.

Nodding eagerly, his hand finds anchorage at the back of your neck and pulls you down to him, your mouth meeting in passionate exchange. You relish every moment of it, the softness of his lips, the way he tastes and the feel of him holding you so tight and secure. The reality hits that he is all yours, everyday and night; you can have this.

#daryl dixon fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #twd #daryl dixon drabbles

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steviewashere · 1 month

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I Am the Kiwi

Rating: General CW: None Apply! Tags: Post-Canon, Post Season 4, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Insecure Eddie Munson, Negative Self Talk, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Calls Eddie Munson Pet Names, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson

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Maybe he shouldn’t bother their tentative relationship by asking insecure questions.

But that’s not how Eddie’s mind works. He’s never known peace unless there’s been an answer. If he senses the beginning of a question like the itchy fur of a kiwi on his tongue, he has to spit it out. And only then, even if the answer is bleak and even if the answer is negative, he’s at peace with it. He’ll just remember to cut the skin off later, taste the fruit for what it is, find something else about it to savor. Because not everything is sweet. And most of the world is bitter like the skin of that kiwi.

He peels the skin off, hair and all, offering it out to Steve to ponder. In the quiet space of his living room, surrounded by warm love in the shape of Wayne’s mug and hat collection, the five year old instruction manuals for appliances they don’t even have anymore, and amber lightbulbs stained with the broken limbs and melted corpses of stink bugs. Maybe he is an unfortunate bug, drawn to Steve’s light. Maybe he is willing to give himself, all of himself, the ugly parts and disgusting parts to something warm and savoring and bright inside Steve. He knows he is. He always has been.

In the quiet, Steve hot under his arm, droopy with fatigue, chuckling low at the sitcom on the television set, Eddie prickles with unanswered unease. He drags his rough palm down Steve’s soft right arm, fingernails dully scratching from mole to mole, pressing into his loose muscles. Eddie leans his head down, cheek laid atop Steve’s voluminous hair, and he breathes him in. Fruity sweetness, floral undertones, some sort of professional salon shampoo. He kisses tender.

“Why do you love somebody like me?” He breathes. And in the quiet, he startles himself, no matter how much that question begged to break free. Steve tenses in his hold, but Eddie can only force him in tighter. Fingers pressing harsh into his fatty parts. Nails mean and sharp and jagged. He buries himself farther into Steve’s beautiful hair.

His boyfriend is gorgeous. And he’s self-sufficient. Kind in a way Eddie seems to have forgotten to be. How can somebody like Steve love him?

Steve doesn’t answer right away. His breaths falter in the room. Like he’s trying to catch his breath after being scared in a haunted house. Maybe, if Eddie allows himself to marinate in it, maybe it’s exactly like that. There’s something rippling, haunted, venturing lonely and howling under Eddie’s skin. He thinks it started with his mom’s death, percolated when his dad went to prison, came full bloom like a crumpled flower on Wayne’s doorstep so many years ago. In a way, Steve is scared. Not scared of Eddie. Or the truth. But this third thing, of answering the question. Of finding the right words, to which Eddie knows he struggles with—so in all aspects, asking something partially insecure and partially selfish is demeaning. It’s, if Eddie thinks about it, challenging Steve’s love.

There is no response, not yet. But what does fill between them is the live studio audience laughter. The laughter of people who probably didn’t find the joke particularly funny or even clever. They’re just there to laugh. To see behind the scenes of some TV show. To be recognized among the crowd.

Sitcom laughter. And Eddie refuses to let Steve see him.

He hears Steve take a tentative deep breath. The back of his hand touched by the softness of Steve’s palm. And he’s reminded, even in the simplest interactions such as this, that they come from two different worlds. Of all those biases he held onto for years. Unable to get over himself or get with the program. Steve is nothing of what Eddie thought. He’s a jock, sure. And he’s got the better life in some ways; nothing to really label him as other and a status that seems to override him, but it’s not negative. He isn’t a bully. He’s soft and kind and sweet and loving, not a douchebag. A good person. Where, sometimes, Eddie feels as though he lacks all the qualities that Steve seems to be plentiful in.

“Eddie—“

“No, sorry,” he apologizes immediately. His voice small and childlike. “Sorry, that’s not okay to ask. You love me and that needs to be enough.”

Then, Steve shifts. Pulling himself away, sitting on the edge of the cushion, turning to be face to face. And Eddie’s ashamed. He’s mad at himself, too. If the heartbreaking soft sadness in Steve’s eyes is anything. His little frown, pulling down his pretty lips and furrowing his eyebrows and making him wrinkle in all the bad ways. He tilts his head and peers at Eddie.

“I love you because I just do,” he murmurs, “I don’t know how to explain why I do. You’re unlike anybody I’ve ever loved.”

Eddie swallows, takes a breath, and asks, “In a good way or a bad way?”

Steve’s gaze softens. The sadness still lingering, but replaced by determination, even the lightest form of it. “Always in a good way,” he whispers. He reaches out, takes Eddie’s right hand in his left and squeezes. He’s so soft. “You know who you are. And you’re loud about it. I admire that about you.” He closes his eyes, thinking. When he’s gathered, his voice is enamored and murmuring, “And, baby, you’re gentle even if you don’t realize it. You know how and when to take care of the people around you. I’ve never—I’ve always been the one to do that in relationships. You make me feel…Complete.”

Eyes back on him, Eddie swallows most of this insecurity. “Really? You think I complete you?” He questions meekly.

Then, Steve nods, not even taking a moment to consider. Because he just knows. “Yeah,” he mutters, “I know we just started this whole…thing—“ he swings their tangled hands back and forth between them. Eddie chuckles, earning him the most earnest smile he’s probably ever seen. “But, I have a feeling that we’ve got something special. Plus, we’ve got all the free time in the world, y’know, now that it’s not ending. We’ll be okay. I love loving you.”

“I love loving you, too,” Eddie murmurs in turn. He brings his free hand up and brushes some stray strands of Steve’s hair back. Thumb tickling down his temple, swiping under his eye where it’s heavy and blue. “I’m sorry for doubting your love.”

“Honey,” Steve sighs. “It’s really okay. I get it, you know? Everybody has their insecurities. Hell, I have some deeply awful ones.” He leans into Eddie. His warmth radiating once more. Breath ghosting over his cheek, words soft, “I will always reassure you. Because I know you’d do the same for me.” And then, Steve presses a tacky, sweet kiss to his cheek. The tip of his nose crumpling with the soft plunge he gives into Eddie’s skin. He is cracked open raw and for once, instead of being turned away or shunned, somebody is there to enjoy him. Steve is there to savor. “You’re special,” he whispers, “my special one.”

Eddie can only melt in his hands. He’s content with this answer. Fulfilled.

This relationship may be new, but Eddie knows it’ll soon be something sacred. Like the sticky, sugary green insides of a ripe kiwi.

🥝—————🥝 Fun fact, I'm allergic to kiwis. Found this out after my tongue got itchy from the skin of a kiwi. That was a scarring thing to discover in the middle of my kindergarten snack time, tell you that much. Haven't had one since.

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