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Muchas veces me perdí, por no dejar ir a algunas personas, por pertenecer, por sentirme querido. En momentos di de más donde no debía dar ni la mitad, pero estoy bien con eso, cada quien da lo que es, lo que le sale...
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k-4-ni · 6 months
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JASON TODD who has every single allergy engraved into his brain, you ordered a sandwich with something you are allergic to? Nope, He's giving it back. He finds out that he keeps something you're allergic to in his place. Nope, he's throwing it away. He always checks the ingredients on chips, packets of biscuits, and food, He never wants to see you in pain or swollen from something that could been effortlessly avoided.
JASON TODD who is an absolute whore for cuddles, it doesn't matter what you're doing or where you are, whether you're cooking or studying, fixing a broken object— he's going to drag you back to bed and smother you with his muscly arms and sloppy kisses, saying something along the lines of:
"Please, Just five more minutes... Breakfast can wait."
JASON TODD t keep his hands or eyes off you, he can't help it— He treasures the way your hair sways back and forth, the way it shines and curls and kisses his fingers whenever he twirls it in his hands, or the way you cook away a feast in the kitchen, keeping an eye on you in case you needed a hand, keeping an eye on the way you tugged at your bottom lip with your teeth, the way your apron hugged and embraced your curves like you were carved out of roses and silk, God he would've trembled to his knees if you asked him to.
JASON TODD who can't control his hands whenever he's around you— cuddling you— devouring you, savouring you, his hand squeezing, kneading, touching and massaging... From the soft, plush flesh of your thighs to the curves and dents of your hips, the way his fingers glide over your skin sends his brain into a frenzy, the things he would do just to have your thick thighs cage his head in are unbelievable.
"You're so soft, angel... So soft and squishy, C'mere lemme hold you."
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leave-her-a-tome · 9 months
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feral-pumpkin-energy · 2 months
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boyfriend!eddie x pregnant!reader
Eddie can't sleep, so he decides to have a very heartfelt, late-night conversation with his unborn child.
fluff
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a/n: I wouldn't consider myself maternal in the slightest but I just could not get this idea out of my head. Not 100% sure if I enjoy the way I've executed it but it's 2am so here it is anyway! Thank you as always for reading and interacting 🖤
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It was quiet inside the trailer; the only sound was the gentle hum of the rickety ceiling fan and the occasional creak of the old floorboards. Eddie lay with his back to his mattress, palms tucked firmly behind his head as he stared hopelessly up at his dimly lit ceiling, the dull moonlight casting a glow across it, unable to shake the unrelenting restlessness that kept him awake.
He had no idea what time it was, but he felt as though he’d been lying there for hours, with no relief in sight. He turned his head slightly to the right, glancing at you, sleeping peacefully beside him. With a soft exhale he reaches out, his hand hovering over your lower back.
“Baby?” he whispers into the dark, his voice barely a breath, briefly hoping that maybe you were awake too. However, when he receives no response, he can’t help but feel a little relieved. You deserved to sleep; needed to, even, considering the circumstances.
He sighs and rolls himself softly onto his side to face you, placing his hand lightly on your hip, careful not to wake you. He allows his fingertips to draw lazy circles onto your smooth, warm skin as he takes in your peaceful form.
He studies you; the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the way your hair falls haphazardly around your face, the way your eyebrows pinch together slightly as though deep in thought, the way your lips part faintly as you breathe.
It only dawns on him in that moment but, he thinks that may be his favourite sound in the whole world; your breathing. It meant you were alive, that you were real; you exist and you’re here. 
It’s not lost on him that you could pretty much be anywhere else in the world right now, and yet here you are, lying next to him, Eddie Munson, in his shitty little bedroom, in his shitty little trailer, in the shitty little trailer park of shitty little Hawkins.
You’re here, with him, and you’re happy to be so. You chose this. You chose him. He’ll probably never be able to understand it, honestly. But he will forever be grateful for it. For you. And of course, for -
Eddie slowly shuffles his body further down his bed, gingerly moving his hips to help manoeuvre himself into a better position. His hand drifts down with him until he’s able to rest it comfortably on the gentle swell of your stomach, his lips just inches away from where his unborn child is growing, safely nestled inside you. 
“Hey there, little Bug,” he whispers to your tummy, his voice filled with tenderness. “You awake in there? Your poor Pop’s having trouble sleeping.”
He taps your belly delicately, feeling a flutter of movement beneath his hand as if in response to his words. He smiles to himself, a rush of warmth filling his chest. He continues to speak in a hushed tone as he leans in closer, ready to pour his heart out to the tiny life growing inside of you.
“There you are,” he chuckles, lightly stroking down the curve of you. He bites his lip, pausing momentarily to search through the words that had been swimming around his mind for the best part of the last few hours, piecing them together carefully.
“I gotta admit, I’m a little nervous to meet you,” he confesses, his voice flushed with vulnerability. “I- I have no fuc-, er, fudging, idea if m’gonna be any good at this whole, Dad, thing, y’know? Can’t even look after m’self half the time.”
Closing his eyes, pressing his palm flat onto your skin, he feels the ghost-like movements dancing beneath it, imagining they're doing their best to soothe him.
“Don’t get me wrong, this is like, one of the most exciting things to ever happen to me. Aside from maybe when your Mom finally let me - um - hug her, for the first time. Coulda died right there and then and been the happiest I'd ever been, and figured I ever would be but - Anyway. This whole thing, this... experience. Honestly? It’s also the scariest fudging thing to ever happen to me, too. Like, ever.”
He rubs his eyes with his free hand, taking a moment to peer up at you from his lowered position; an Angel sleeping soundly within the den of a Devil. He brings his eyes back down to your tummy, cupping his fingers to his lips as if preparing to spill the world's most delicious secret - meant only for him and the developing ears of the little human he helped to create.
“I do have some good news for y’though, you ready? You may not be here yet, but you’re already the luckiest little human on the planet.” He smiles to himself, “‘Cause your Mom? Christ, you have the most incredible Mom, Bug, you don’t even know. I’m still not sure why she let an idiot like me knock her up in all honesty, but I know better than to look that particular gift horse in the mouth.”
He presses his forehead into the soft flesh in front of him, his thumb grazing over it lovingly. “She loves you so, so much Bug, we both do. But she - I don’t know how she does it, makes all this look so easy. Just takes everything in her stride, nothing seems to phase her. She’s a Go- Goshdarn force to be reckoned with, your Mom. She's the most unbelievable creature I've ever met. Truthfully, I dunno what I’d do without her. Guess that makes us both the luckiest humans in the world, huh? To be loved by someone like your Mom.”
He pauses, suddenly overcome with the enormous weight of his own emotions, bubbling up at a rapid pace beneath his own skin.
“She’s gonna be there for you every step of the way, through everything, just like she’s been there for me. And I - I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry if I mess up sometimes. 'Cause, I'm definitely gonna mess up. But I promise I’m gonna do my best… for both of you. I just, I really need you to know that I’ll always be here for you, no matter what… and that I love you and your Mom more than anything in this world. Anything. There's nothing I wouldn't do for either of you. I've never been so sure of anything in my life. So can you do that for me Bug? Can you remember that?”
Eddie can’t be sure, but he swears he feels the tiniest ripple beneath his fingers; an unspoken acknowledgement between him and his unborn child, the first of many promises made between Father and Son. Or, God help him, Father and Daughter.
A sense of peace begins to wash over him as the weight of his worries lifts itself deftly from his shoulders, his fears drifting up and disappearing into the dark. For now, at least. But for now is enough.
He presses his lips faintly to your swollen stomach, stifling a yawn in the process. He dances his fingertips across your skin one final time for the night.
“Thanks for listening, Buggy, but I should probably try and catch some of those sweet Z’s your Mom seems to be hogging tonight. I don’t know what you’re doing to her in there but, she has your poor ole’ Dad here running all over Hawkins looking for whatever weird shi- stuff you’ve got her craving at all hours of the day and night. Not that I mind, obviously. Just need’ta have witts about me for when she needs me, right? Its the least I can do. Goodnight, kid. Keep on growing in there, y’hear me?”
He chuckles to himself, and with a final tender caress of your belly, he pushes himself back up to his original position next to you and settles himself back into his pillow. With a heart bursting at the seams with love, and a mind slightly less cluttered than before, Eddie finds himself falling into the tranquil throes of sleep surprisingly quickly.
So much so that he never noticed the suspicious flutter of your eyelashes, the grip of adoration that had settled itself into your features, or the affectionate smile that had found itself on your lips.
Laying your own hand on top of your stomach, tracing the tips of your manicured fingers along the patterns Eddie had drawn there himself just moments ago, you made a mental note to yourself to tell the man you loved what a great job he’d been doing these past few months - and how you couldn’t wait to see him become the remarkable father you never once doubted he was capable of being.
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astrolynnworld · 3 months
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wanting you
pairing: matt sturniolo x reader
summary: matt wants you but knows he can never have you so he just gets off to the thought of you instead.
warnings: smut! obsession, masturbation, lust, need, imagination, cunnilingus, language.
a/n: this whole story is in matt’s pov! the bold lettering is his subconscious head thoughts & the regular lettering is his conscious regular thoughts. enjoy 🫡
word count: 800
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im so in love with her.
anything she does just makes my heart ache with need. the need for her
she’s so precious, everything about her. i love her smile.. her laugh.. her eyes.. her personality, her voice, her smell, her bod-
fuck. no matt.. focus!
she’s such an amazing person, inside and out.. innsideee
i long to know how she feels on the inside. i bet she gets so wet, and i just know her pussy would clench around my dick like a claw mac-
MATT. enough. this is y/n you’re talking about.. your best friend of 7 years, you shouldn’t be thinking about her like this
but fuck does she turn me on inside and out. everything about her is literally perfect
*ding* i hear a notification from my phone
y/n just posted on instagram. i go to check what the photo is
she’s on a rooftop club posted up in a red halter top, black mini skirt, & some sexy laced up black heels.. my favorite pair of hers actually
the caption reads, “just your type.” for damn sure is what i thought
i notice the number 1/5 on the top and decide to swipe to the next one.
this one is her slightly turned to the back, bent down holding her knees while looking at the camera. i can see a bit of her panties
fuck she looks so seductive. i can’t help the tent that starts to grow in my pants
“what do you do to me?” i ask myself
i start palming myself in my pants as i continue through the slideshow, each picture getting a slight bit more seductive than the last.
i like the picture and leave a slick comment such as, “great photos 📸 “
not even a few seconds later she replies “thanks 📸” and likes my comment
she likes everyone’s comment, i don’t know why my like felt so special but it did.
fuck did she have a chokehold on me.. she needs to have a chokehold of something else tho
the palming through my pants allowed my dick to be fully erected at this point
it felt wrong thinking of her in this way but i couldn’t help with when i get horny and she’s the most beautiful girl in my eyes.
everything from her head to her toes is god given beauty.
i remember that one time, at nathan’s pool party, when she came in with her sexy purple two piece bathing suit.
i wish i could of took her back inside, slid those panties off and went to work. i just know she tastes fantastic
i take my dick out of my boxers as i imagine the thought of good her pussy would taste
i start stroking it to the thought her obedience as i take full control
how wet she could get from the thought of me domming her.
“mhm, you’re so good for daddy aren’t you?”
as she slides out of her panties and makes her way to the bed.
i follow behind her, pushing her down on the bed so i can climb on top of her and kiss her pretty pink lips
my dick throbs at the scene in my head
i slide down and kiss her second pair of pretty pink lips; causing her to let out a small whine
“moan for me baby, i wanna hear you” i say before starting to dip and lick my tongue all over her wet pussy
she’s making so many pretty noises but it’s not enough, i have to do more. i want her to feel like she’s never felt before
i stick my fingers inside and curl them. she whimpers at the sudden friction
i push my fingers in and out of her dripping pussy while licking up and down at her clit. i keep this pace going for a while
she starts grinding on my tongue, pulling my head closer to her pussy.
i’m thrusting into my hand faster. i want nothing more than to satisfy her
“fuck matt- pls don’t stop i’m going to cum”
“cum for me baby. please cum. i want nothing more than to taste you baby”
“matt. oh my fuck-“ she says letting her hips buck up uncontrollably
i’m so fucking close right now i can feel the pre cum leaking out of my dick like a fire hose
“mat- fuck i’m- i’m gonna cum” she says before squeezing my head with her thighs as she releases her high
i buck my hips into my hand one last time before im spilling out cum onto my chest.
i can’t remember the last time i came so hard. yet this time, it’s only from a fantasy of eating y/n out
god. i need her so bad
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a/n- and then the audience clapped 😵‍💫 all my matt stories are short :( can you tell i’m a chris girl? im gonna come with longer ones soon
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Walker scobell dating headcanon? ♡
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Dating Walker scobell headcanons!!🌷
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♡ I personally think you two would be childhood best friends
♡ You two have been best friends since like kindergarten. No idea how you met but whatever it was, you two just clicked
♡ So of course no one was surprised when you two started dating in the summer of 8th grade.
♡ I think, because he's busy with acting, you two are the type of couple that wouldn't have to be around each other all the time or talk to each other all the time and still be absolutely in love with each other
♡ However when you two are together, you can't stop clinging to each other
♡ Walker prefers holding hands over anything else
♡ You guys FaceTime or call when he's gone but it's not all the time because like I said you two don't have to talk all the time
♡ Walker is honestly such a gentleman, no matter how silly he is, he's always so sweet with you
♡ If he's away from you for a long time and he comes back he'll buy you flowers. Maybe even a light pink bouquet
(↑a promise you'll stay and I start to believe. sorry had to reference my fav, Laufey)
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Omg thank you for this request. I'm honestly not confident in this and I think it sucked but I tried.
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jane-alma · 6 months
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Writing advice for new writers
Some things that I wished I had been told when I started writing <3
1. Read, read, read:
Immerse yourself in the works of established authors across various genres. Reading not only exposes you to different writing styles and techniques but also helps you understand the fundamentals of storytelling. It broadens your vocabulary, sparks your imagination, and inspires your own writing.
2. Write regularly:
Make writing a habit. Set aside dedicated time each day or week to write, even if it's just for a short period. Consistency is key to improving your skills and developing your unique voice. Practice, experiment, and don't be afraid to make mistakes – it's all part of the learning process.
3. Embrace the editing process:
Writing is rewriting. Understand that your first draft is just the beginning. Editing and revising are crucial steps that transform your work into its best version. Be open to constructive feedback, whether from friends, writing groups, or professionals. Embrace the opportunity to refine your ideas, strengthen your prose, and polish your storytelling.
4. Find your writing environment:
Discover the environment in which you feel most comfortable and creative. Experiment with different settings, and create a space that inspires and motivates you to write. Surround yourself with objects, images, or music that enhance your creativity.
5. Explore different genres and styles:
Don't limit yourself to a single genre or writing style. Experiment with different forms of writing – from short stories to poetry, fiction to non-fiction. Trying new genres and styles challenges you as a writer, expands your skills. I also find this really helpful If I feel stuck in a project. Whenever I feel really stuck, I like to open a new document, or even get a pen and some paper and just write something completely different. It might just be a silly little poem, or maybe I’ll just write down what I’ve been doing that day. Just something to get out of my head, and then I can get back to my project with a clearer mind.
6. Write what you love:
Write about topics that genuinely interest and excite you. When you're passionate about your subject matter, your enthusiasm will shine through in your writing. Whether it's fantasy, romance, history, or science fiction, let your love for the topic fuel your creativity and captivate your readers.
7. Trust your voice:
Each writer has a unique voice, perspective, and story to tell. Embrace your individuality and trust your instincts. Don't compare yourself to others or try to imitate someone else's style. Your voice is what sets you apart and makes your writing authentic.
8. Enjoy the process:
Above all, enjoy the process of writing. Writing is a creative outlet, a form of self-expression, and a journey of self-discovery. Embrace the ups and downs, the challenges and triumphs, and savor the joy of bringing your ideas to life through words.
And most importantly of all: Remember, every writer starts somewhere, and like any other craft, it takes time, practice and dedication. Happy writing y’all! <3
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delimeats-000 · 5 months
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HANDS OBSESSED READER WITH CHRIS ‼️ like shes always caught looking at his hands, messing with them, etc. and chris finally does something abt it 😼
YESSS, ofc. hope you like it!
Hands
summary: chris makes your dreams, of his hands, a reality
warnings: smut, language
pairing: chris sturniolo x reader
key: chris - y/n
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“fuck chris keep going. chris im gonna-“
“Y/n?”
chris’ voice snaps me out of the trance that only his hands can put me in. fuck, those hands, what i wouldn’t give to have them wrapped around-
“Y/n? Hellooo?”
fuck.
“Yeah?”
“Did you hear me?”
“No.” i say smiling.
“I asked if you’ve seen this movie before.”
“No, looks good tho.”
“It is, imma put it on.”
“Sounds good.”
his eyes focus back on the tv, mine move back to his hands.
his big, veiny, strong, rough-
“Ok, whats up?”
“Huh?”
“You keep spacin out.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Yeah.” he nods his head, “Why?”
i dont know if i should tell him. if i do maybe he’ll finally use them on me.
“My hands?”
fuck i didn’t even realize i was staring again.
“I- well yeah. But not-” his finger lands underneath my chin lifting up my head to face him.
“What were you thinking I do with these hands?”
“I don’t- I dont know.” i didn’t know what to say.
“How bout, I give you some options?” he says slowly with a slight smile.
i nod my head.
his right hand remains on my chin, while his left lands on my waist rubbing back and forth.
“Does that jog your memory?”
“No, I think you should keep trying.”
“What about this.” his right hand moves toward the nape of my neck and pulls me closer.
him and i nearly inches apart. my breath hitches and i try not to look in his hunger glazed eyes, he scoffs at me.
“Aww, poor baby. It’s ok, we’re gonna make your day dreams come true.” his hand moves to my face once more, this time resting on my cheek as he leans in and kisses me softly.
his left hand moving further down my back reaching to my ass then the back of my thighs then he stops.
“How am I doing, baby?”
“Good, great. Consider my memory jogged.”
he kisses down my neck then stops suddenly.
“Oh yeah? I’ll just stop then.”
“No no no, please.”
“Please what baby?”
“Please keep going.”
“Ok.” he shrugs.
his hands lay in the same places, but he slowly moves down, positioning them to lift me up and into his lap.
i breathe in sharply and i can feel my eyes widen with every small movement. as soon as he noticed he begins grinding his hips against me. placing his lips on mine rough, and starving.
he flips me onto my back getting on top, his left hand meets my throat.
“Can I keep going? I’ll make you feel good, promise.” he says leaning in towards me.
“Yes, fuck chris. Keep going.”
he kisses me again, one time before then untying my sweats and pulling them down toward my knees.
his right hand moves down my stomach and up again to massage my boobs before then going back down to reach my panties.
he moves further downward fingertips meeting my wet folds.
i shudder under the touch i’ve only ever dreamed of.
“You ok?”
“Yeah. Uh could you, could you just put them in me already.”
“Manners baby.” his voice lowers while his fingers rub my clit just barely. “Then, maybe ill finger fuck you. That’s what you’re focused on right?”
i let out a moan, more of a whimper really. “Chris, please. Stop teasing.”
he shoves his fingers inside of me abruptly. “Good manners.”
two of his fingers move in and out of me, curling with every send. he then rubs my clit with the pad of my while leaning over and kissing right on my pelvis
“Shit, Im really close, chris. Right there.”
“C’mon baby, cum on my fingers for me.”
“Fuck fuck, CHRIS.”
then i feel it. the knot in my lower stomach coming completely undone all over the hand ive fantasized about since the day i met chris.
he takes his fingers out bringing them to his lips and licking them clean off.
“Oh beautiful, you taste amazing.” he groans over the cream covering his long slender fingers. “So.” he stands up, lifting me to sit up and get comfortable.
“How was that, just like you imagined?”
“Better.”
“Good. Let’s watch my movie now.”
“No no. It’s your turn now.” i say pulling up my pants and getting on my knees.
he sits down on the bed where i was. “Oh, yes please.”
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pt. 2??? lmk, love you🫶🏼
edit: pt. 2 out now
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Katsuki Bakugou x F!reader - Fluff oneshot about being married and wanting babies
a little over 1k words, A fluff piece about Katsuki wanting a baby and wanting it NOW. Slightly spicy at the end, like paprika levels of spice (AGED UP THOUGH DON'T COME FOR ME). Give me your requests/comments, I love hearing from you people!
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"Wifey..." Katsuki grumbled, his face buried into your neck, his thumb gently rubbing the plush skin of your stomach up and down. One arm was wrapped around your waist, the other straight beneath your head, and the man himself was spooning you. It was early in the morning, 7:13 to be exact, and he had just woken up. He was still in his black tank top and boxers, It was basically his summertime uniform when it came to sleepwear. What could he say? He was a simple man.
The sun was shining in through the blinds, dappling the neat and tidy room with rays of light, inviting the both of you out of bed. It was a Saturday, the only day Katsuki took completely off (and only because you made him promise to), but unfortunately he woke up at around the same time he would be heading to work.
This pissed him off, especially because he had been up late staring at the ceiling thinking, but once he was up, he was up, and now he had to make it your problem. Your slow breath and heart beat was comforting, sure, but so were your kisses, and your smile, and he wanted that so he would have it. Besides, he had something to talk to you about.
When you didn't rise from his gentle approach, he grumbled and growled, already losing patience. He decided to nibble on your neck, right at the base where it met your shoulder. His tongue gently pressed against the skin, before his teeth pushed a little harder against you. He wasn't going to draw blood, he wasn't going to actually hurt you, but he wanted you up and awake.
You groaned, it was his sharp canines that woke you, but you were already used to his tactics and just waved it off. "Katsuki...Go back to bed..." you mumbled, pushing your face into your pillow and shifting a little in his arms so the blanket covered you even more. "You know I can't," He argued, his voice low and husky from the lack of use yet.
Biting won't work? Fine then. He slipped his muscled arm out from beneath your head, sliding it under your body and meeting his other hand around your waist. Suddenly, he flipped over fast, his version of a death roll. You yelped in surprise, your head falling onto what used to be his pillow, but once you registered what happened you sat up with a pissed look on your face.
"Ok, I'm up! What is so goddamn important that you have to do all that?" He sat up with you, resting his weight on one elbow and grinning. He loved when you were mad, something about it made him twice as attracted to you. He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your cheek and grumbling, "I love you, Wifey." You had been married for 3 years and together for 8, he knew a thing or two about calming you down and making you happy. It worked and you knew it, your cheeks heating and your furrowed brow smoothing.
"W-well...You don't need to wake me up just to tell me that," you scoffed, trying to stay mad but ending up much calmer than before. "I didn't wake you up just for that, dumbass."
Your entire relationship, from acquaintances to spouses, he's called you that. It was to the point that in both of your vocabularies it was practically equal to the word "darling" or "baby," reserved for only the two of you and meant as a term of affection.
"Well what was it for," you asked with a peeved yet inquisitive voice, rubbing your eyes and laying back down to face him. he stayed sitting partially up, his hand grasping at your waist and pulling you close to him. He loved looking at you, seeing the little expressions you made, seeing all those pretty features so specific to you.
"Lets make a brat," He announced, grinning so widely that you'd think he was the Cheshire cat. He was never shy about his thoughts, always believing that beating around the bush got no one anywhere, but his frankness surprised you here.
You paused, your stunned expression amusing him, until finally you said, "W- Uh, R-Right now???" it was silent for a beat, before he burst out laughing at the fact that your first thought was the baby making and not the actual baby.
"No, idiot, not unless you wanna," he teased, planting a kiss on your forehead before placing his chin on your scalp as he pulled you against him. "Nah, I just thought...y'know...maybe it'd be time..." He seemed nervous bringing this up, and rightfully so. it was a delicate topic, and one the two of you hardly touched on. You always wanted kids, and he knew that, but he also knew that timing was everything.
"Well...we are pretty stable right now, financially...and our jobs are pretty flexible, too..." You seemed to be thinking it over. You yourself were on special call with the hero agency, meaning you had a good salary but only worked on special occasions because of the nature of your quirk, and Katsuki had an even better salary and could call off whenever necessary because his squad was reliable enough to take care of things while he was gone. finally, after what he felt was years, you smiled up at him.
"We should have a baby," you giggled, and he couldn't help but smile. You pushed him over, forcing him to lay on his back as you peppered his face with kisses. One of his hands rested on the small of your back, the other gripping your upper thigh as you straddled him. As you kissed his cheek, a thought occurred to you, one that got you too curious to ignore. "How long have you been wanting this, anyway?"
He shrugged, sitting straight up and holding you in his lap. "Dunno," He mumbled. What a bad liar. You gave him that look, the one that meant he wasn't being slick, and he blushed red. "Shut up," he groaned, his hand rubbing up and down your sides mindlessly.
"I haven't said anything," you remarked, which caused his eyes to narrow a little. "Yeah you did, with that dumb face," he countered. "Listen, I promise that whatever it is, I won't judge!" You were begging at this point, and he found that adorable.
He thought about your words, his lips pressing together as he contemplated. finally, he sighed and turned away, muttering, "It's cause you were doin' the dishes..." The dishes? you always did the dishes. He could see your confusion on your face, so he was quick to explain.
"You just looked so damn cute, and it made me think about you... bein' my lil housewife..." he pressed his face into your neck, the last of his words being muffled. You knew he liked the domestic stuff, like when you cooked and cleaned, but you didn't know he liked it enough to put a baby in you. "But Kat, I'm basically already your housewife," you laughed, the heat of his face radiating against your skin.
"Well yeah, but not with kids." Don't get him wrong, he liked splitting the chores, and he was happy with you having your own job and money, but he also liked you doing household things. It wasn't about you doing the "womanly roles" either, and more about you just doing things at home. It was something he and only he got to see, something intimate, and he wanted more of it.
"I thought you said you didn't like kids," you pointed out, an amused tone in your voice. "It's different. Our kids will be the best kids." The idea made you a little giddy too, Katsuki playing with their kids, looking at them the way he looked at you, like they were the most important things in the whole wide world.
"Your offer still good," he asked, regaining his confidence as his voice lowered a little. "What offer," you asked as he pulled back from your neck and smirked mischievously at you. "To make 'em right now," he chuckled, watching as your eyes widened and your lips curved into a nervous smile. "what? Gotta get started as soon as possible, right?"
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Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, I just love the domestic crap, I live for it lol.
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kniveschaudefender · 4 months
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heyyy!!!1!!! can u possibly do Gideon Graves like being clingy and attached to reader headcanons?? if so thanks :)))
Clingy! Gideon HCs !!
(gn!reader !!)
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I LOVE GIDEON REQUESTS SM !!! Theyre literally so fun to write and I had planned on writing this anyway but the request made it even better !!!! :D So thank you anon !!
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• I feel like after the whole thing with Ramona, he thought he’d never love some again
• Until he met you
• And when I tell you this man SWOONED over you I mean it
• He wants you at his side at ALL times
• Especially at work. For having such an ego and acting like he can do pretty much anything being him, he still gets oretty anxious sometimes
• So having you there making sure he’s okay mean so much to him
• GIFT GIVING. SO MUCH GIFT GIVING.
• I mean with all the money he has how could he not ??
• If you look at anything for more than five seconds, he’s already going to buy it. No objections.
• I feel like he wont admit it but he loves PDA
• like YES hold his hand, kiss him, hug him, they whole deal.
• Literally can not function without having u close
• Like he NEEDS you there to do anything.
• The company calms him down when he’s mad or stressed
• But overall, he loves having you there. He NEEDS you there.
• And he loves you alot, and he just wants you to love him the same
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roseapov · 6 months
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TWST Self Aware AU
The difference between 'The Player' and 'The Overseer' based on my observations and some Headcannons
Warning: Mentions of obsession, slaying people, stalking, cult themes and delusional worshippers
[TWST Self Aware AU] - [Masterlist]
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The Player:
Everyone knows that Twisted Wonderland is just a game and they're the characters in it. They as a self aware AU communicate with you through Yuu, as it is their only form of communication with you (unlike the Overseer). They see you as their 'safe space' and can be/are possessive of you, cause of the comfort that you bring to them (some more than the others). They know you're somewhere out there playing and having your own life, so they really appreciate it when you do decide to play.
You don't have worshippers, just a bunch of students obsessively starved for your affection and attention - trying to harbor it all to themselves (Poor boys, shower them with affection - or not, Choose the safest option).
The Housewardens would be the most clingiest of them all. They have some real problems to overblot in the first place (-Kalim, +Jamil), but your presence seems to calm all their worries, so stay with them a little longer. Just. A. Little. Longer.
They're also not above stalking - when you play there's always someone following Yuu around, and when you're offline those with more magic than the others have the chance to infiltrate through your phone and watch your daily life through the camera as well as hear your voice through the microphone.
Since you communicate through Yuu, there are 2 options I see happening when you're offline:
Yuu is living their normal life without your influence as an npc, where they normally talk to everyone behind the scenes
When you log out, Yuu just disappears, which I think is pretty reasonable. Everyone then knows that you're offline and the only thing they can do is wait for you to log in again.
And of course, our very lonely Future Fae King tries to bring you into their world with his powerful magic, so he won't have to be alone anymore💕 The others also approve of this action, so See you soon!
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The Overseer:
The characters there are a bunch of lunatic worshippers that see you as a God/Creator, and The Overseer. You're known there internally and Nations are worshipping you (unlike The Player who is only known by the characters they met). Their level of worship is different in each county, when in some (Briar Valley) you're the highest being to ever exist, while in the others you're seen as a respectable person who watches over them, but not as the deity to offer-everything-you-can to (Sunset Savanna, since they already have a Royal Family that rules for centuries - the irony since Briar Valley also have long ruling Royal Family).
You're a perfect being that soothes them, they're totally obsessed and very possessive of your attention. They have no problems with slaying everyone who's not respecting you enough *ekhem* Briar Valley/Diasomnia. They are elated when they feel your gaze linger on them a little longer than on the others.
They can feel your gaze on them, feel your touches but your silhouette is blurred/transparent for them (thanks to the screen, cause as we all know, the screen can't compare to the real experience), so they don't know your exact look (even tho they're dying to know *ekhem* Pomefiore, cause of their Fairest Queen opinion on you).
The Great Seven also met you (thanks to the Fairy of thorns), their God and Creator. They have made various opinions on your person (all positive, cause don't forget - they're all obsessed delulus), like for example: The Fairest Queen opinion on you is that 'You're the Fairest one of them all', all said while kneeling before your beauty.
Of course our current generation is also dying to meet their creator in all of their glory, so our most powerful and most delusional Diasomnia boys (mostly Malleus and Lilia) are trying to find a way to bring you into their world to worship you endlessly like you rightfully deserve.
You're not really communicating with them through Yuu, as they can see you through the screen of your phone (although blurry). They are always talking to you, always looking at you. All those lines, all for you, towards you, so answer them, look at them or things may get really ugly.
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Some of my rambling now:
I know many days ago I posted that my first fic will appear in a few days, but it never did (sorry🙏). My first fic project was very ambitious and in the meantime I caugt a cold which numbed me totally, but it did gave me many ideas for fics in the future🤭. So instead of the fic planned to be my first one, this one will serve the purpose of being the first fic - pretty analysational and rational (I hope).
I'm still working on the fic that was supposed to be the first one, yet i have too little information on the topic to write it (it's also gonna be analysis like), so I'm going to take my sweet time with writing it and hopefully after the october (cause of the october writing challenge), succesfully release it.
I hope this fic came out good and y'all are satisfied with it, I am also open to any criticizm towards my works, so please feel free to tell me where i can improve!
I also apologize for all the mistakes that I could possibly have done here👀
Thank you all again and see you soon!💕
~roseapov
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capricornafterdark · 7 months
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Me, a new fanfic writer in their 30s, anytime I receive a comment or kudos on AO3: I'm going to get a good grade in transformative works, which is normal to want and possible to achieve.
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k-4-ni · 6 months
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4 WHOLE HOURS (NSFW)
Ever think about what DICK GRAYSON does when you're off to work?
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Just dick being a dick (and a pervert)
When he builds up the courage to finally peel his eyes open, hissing through clenched teeth as the sun seeps through the curtains, it feels like it is poking his eyes out.
When he looks over his shoulder, expecting to wake up to your limp and sleepy state, expecting to snag a whiff of your expensive perfume that you insist on putting on before going to bed, expecting to catch a glimpse of your pretty complexion (that he came on multiple times the night before.)
But he didn't.
He found himself staring mindlessly at the vacant slot next to him, a harsh wave of bitter air spreading throughout his skin, his fingers lightly tracing over the wrinkles of the sheets— a trace of you before you left.
He hates— No, Abhors when you go to work, he understands that you have your problems and responsibilities to lay off but why was work so early in the morning? It's not like you'd get fired if you took a day off.
Dick pressed his lips into a tight frown, the realization of your absence dawning on him— the realization that you weren't going to join him in breakfast, or his daily run, or his daily 10-minute session of cuddling and oozing into your warmth, or—
Stop.
He'll be fine, it's not like you're gone for—4 hours.
4 whole hours, 240 whole minutes alone, waiting (im)patiently for you to come back home so he could tackle you to the floor and have a perfect excuse to fuck your brains out— And to jerk off to your panties.
He can't help it, he's the eldest son of Bruce Wayne, the one and only Batman himself, but he's one whiny orb of fuzz and sex when it comes to you, his precious girl, his moon and stars, his honey and his home— his tiny fleshlight he could pound into whenever he likes because he knows you'll be such a good girl and take it like one.
1 hour and a half into the dreadful waiting session as he already has your red-laced panties (his favourite pair) bunched up in his hands and smothered into his nose, Oh god— Your fucking scent.
His calloused hand jerks him off until his brain is absolute mush and his thighs tense and cramp as he feels his stomach coil with that familiar sensation of release, so close— on the rim, fumbling with each breathy word, your name spilling from his quivering lips, over and over again.
The base of his cock drooling with a white and milky ring, his reddened tip oozing pre-cum, wishing it was you and your warm tongue cleaning him up of his mess, his chubby balls pulling taut with each stroke, his brain all fuzzy and a putty mess of filthy thoughts and all sorts of dirty fantasies playing in his head.
One of them, feeling your silky walls tightening and grope around his meaty cock, his tip angry and bulging out with a deep red hue— evidence of his desperate edging as his hips bucked furiously against his fingers, a jolt of electricity surging through his bones— moans and moans dribbling from his lips, heavy breaths and whimpers as he near his blinding release, a sigh of pure bliss and a slimy layer of slick sweat trickling down his eyebrows and temples.
Oh, what he would do just to feel your tight cunt keeping his cock nice and warm, smooching your pelvis with each deep plunge and thrust of his hips.
He was too lost in his fantasies of you, too lost to realize he dribbled a gooey mess of his thighs and the sheets, his tongue hungry for the sweet nectar of sex.
There was no way he was making it.
And there was no way you were going to walk tomorrow.
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orangesocksonmyeyes · 3 months
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right side of my neck
bf!rafe cameron x gf!reader.
warnings: rafe cameron is a warning himself but depictions of anger issues, violence, grumpy x sunshine are also all included!!
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rafe’s right hand rested on my thigh as his left one held the steering wheel. his grip on me was gentle, but the grip he had on the wheel made his already bruised knuckles turn white. i was worried it would cause them to bleed again. “rafe,” i said, gaining no response as he stared straight ahead at the road with a sharp expression on his face. i slid my hand on top of his that was on my thigh, interlocking our fingers. this seemed to catch his attention because he gave my hand a squeeze and glanced over at me.
his jaw unclenched. “sorry baby, what did you say?” he asked, his voice as calm as ever.
i knew that tone all too well. he was trying to keep me convinced that everything was fine, that he wasn’t angry anymore and that he definitely wasn’t going to do anything he shouldn’t. again.
the bruises on his knuckles always proved him otherwise.
“your knuckles,” i gestured with a nod, grazing my thumb across the back of his hand. “you’re gonna break the skin again.”
rafe sighed but loosened his grip on the wheel anyway. he gave me a glance once again. “don’t worry about me, how’s your cheek feel?”
oh right, i was hurt too. i instinctively raised a hand up to my face and winced as i grazed over the bruised area, the memories of what had happened flooding my head.
an hour earlier
the absence of rafe had already made the spot on the couch next to me colder, i wrapped my arms around myself in a hug. he had wandered off to find topper for reasons i wasn’t aware of, but he insisted i stay put. i assumed it was because he knew how much i hated parties. and crowds.
i was pulled from my thoughts when a weight sunk down in the seat next to me, close enough that our thighs were touching. i knew it wasn’t rafe without looking. my eyes trailed over to the man, who looked like an average frat guy. he had a scruffy face and a semi-lean frame. he smiled at me and i politely mumbled an “excuse me,” and scooted into the next open seat beside me. my heart dropped as he too, scooted down with me.
i cupped my clammy hands together, scanning the room for any familiar face. none. i didn’t want to run and risk the chance of him following me and catching me alone.
rafe will be back soon. i kept telling myself.
the man leaned a little closer, alcohol on his breath as he spoke. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing sittin’ here all alone?” he slurred out, throwing his arm across the back of the couch behind me. i leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees so i could lean as far away from his arm as possible.
he must’ve noticed my mannerisms because he frowned and let out a little grunt. “cmon, don’t be like that..” he traced a single finger across me shoulder and thats when i jerked away, slapping him in the face. it didn’t do much, except severely piss him off.
he hissed, gripping his cheek. “the fuck is your problem, bitch?” he yelled, gaining the attention of other party-goers as he stood and inched closer to my face. he shoved me by my shoulders to the floor, my face coming in contact with the table and opening a small gash on my cheek. i felt tears filling my eyes as the pain grew.
a couple people ran to my side and tended to me but not before gasping and jerking their heads back over to the man, causing me to do the same. rafe had the guy on the floor, straddling him as he switched from fist to fist, landing punches until blood could be seen literally pooling from the man’s mouth.
kelce and topper quickly appeared, immediately trying to pry rafe off the man. “rafe, let go!” topper pleaded, his expression frantic as he saw the man’s consciousness slowly start to fade. rafe eventually did, unwillingly of course. he harshly shrugged topper and kelce off of him as he stood, his chest heaving as he stared down at the guy. he dipped down, yanking the man’s head up by his collar so he could meet his eyes - though, i’m not sure if the man could even see him straight.
“i’ll fucking kill you, do you hear me? glance in her direction again.” he growled, dropping the guy’s collar, his head thumping as it hit the floor. he groaned in pain, turning to the side to cough up more blood.
rafe was beside me in seconds, the crowd immediately dispersing away from him after they had just witnessed what he was capable of. his hand cupped my uninjured cheek as he examined the other one. “you okay, baby?” he asked, stroking my hair and scanning my eyes for an answer.
i just nodded, a few stray tears slipping from my eyes. he sighed, pressing a kiss to my hair. “don’t cry,” he whispered against the strands.
present time
“does it hurt? keep pressure on it.” rafe insisted, his gaze on me more than the road at this point.
many ways that people assumed i was treated by rafe could never be more wrong. he was gentle, respectful, and extremely patient with me - despite how he was with others.
i held the warm rag close to my wound, fiddling anxiously with the holes of my jeans with my other hand. “rafe..” i said, continuing when he hummed in response. “you aren’t gonna.. do anything, right?” i asked, finally looking over at him. he was silent for a bit, which answered my question.
“i wouldn’t do anything that wasn’t deserved.” he said.
not the answer i wanted to hear.
i sighed, my eyes on the road as we turned on my street. rafe parked in front of my house and we both sat in silence. his eyes piercing through the side of my head.
“i don’t want you to do anything.” i finally said. “he got what he deserved, tonight. you can’t go back to jail, rafe. there’s no more warnings, you heard shoupe.” i looked at him. he was smirking.
that bastard snickered.
“you’re sweet,” he hummed, his hand reaching out to tuck my hair behind my ear. he leaned in, pecking my lips before pulling back to speak.
“i can easily get rid of shoupe too, baby.”
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srry if this seems rushed pls bare with me as this is my first public fic, usually i only write for myself and the voices in my head fr 😭
also keep in mind that i adjusted rafe’s personality (clearly) to fit a more romantic style 😏🙏
this is for @iwasunderduress bc she has begged me to post my ideas FOREVER 😊
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feral-pumpkin-energy · 2 months
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boyfriend!eddie x reader
You're nervous to ask Eddie if you can leave some things behind in his room.
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Moonlight seeps through in strips past the slatted blinds, casting a soft glow across the tangled sheets of Eddie’s bed, where you lay wrapped up in his arms. His room is cloaked in a warm, comforting silence, broken only by the faint sound of your soft breaths and the occasional distant hum of passing cars. Sweat glistens on your skin, still slick and hot as you bask in your intimate post-fucking haze, fingers entwined with Eddies as he traces absentminded patterns along your bare arms. 
As you lay dreamily against his beautiful, taut body, your ear pressed tightly against his chest, feeling the muted rhythm of his heartbeat thud against your cheek, a quiet thought nags at the back of your mind. As the weeks passed, you found yourself spending more and more of your time at Eddie’s trailer. In fact, you were finding it difficult to recall the last time you'd actually slept in your own bed.
Not that you were complaining - God no. You may have only been a month or so into your relationship, but already you could feel yourself becoming completely enamoured with the pretty inked boy and his big, round, godforsaken doe eyes. Eyes you’d happily drown yourself in if it meant you'd never have to leave him, if it meant you could be part of him forever. Not that you'd admit it, of course. Not yet, anyway.
However, despite your ever-growing fondness for him, the constant back and forth, with the packing and unpacking of your things, coupled with your hectic work schedule, was becoming a bit of a chore. A chore you're more than happy to fulfil, obviously. But still a chore.
What you'd really like is to ask him if it’d be okay to leave some of your things in his room. Not much of course, just - some small things maybe. Essentials. He wouldn't even know they were there, probably.
A simple request, easy enough. He was your boyfriend, after all. And this was standard boyfriend stuff, right? Still, the thought made you nervous.
How would he react? Would he think it was too much? Is it too soon? Does it sound too clingy? Would it scare him off? Would he laugh at you? If he laughed at you, you would shatter. You wouldn’t survive it.
“Hey,” you feel a small squeeze around your shoulder. “Everything okay?” 
Eddie's soft voice pulls you from your tumultuous thoughts, laced with just a touch of concern. He senses a shift in you, feeling your body tense ever so slightly. Instinctively, he begins to panic. 
Was this it? Was this the moment he finally lost you? Loses this? Were you bored of him already? Was there someone else? Had the novelty of dating someone like him finally worn off? He braced himself for the worst, already making calculations in his head about how long it’d take for him to recover from this, from you. Forever, probably.
You feel him turn towards you as he wraps one arm around your body, the other buried snug beneath your neck, the tips of his calloused fingers dancing across the top of your spine. You can’t tell, but he’s searching for your eyes, desperation filling his own.
At the same time, you bite down on your lip, trying hard to conjure whatever courage you can from the dark. You turn to face him, mirroring his movements, hands pressed lightly into his chest. He can’t tell, but you look up at him and smile weakly.
“Everything’s fine baby, I was just thinking -” 
You sigh and drop your eyes, focusing on the demon etched onto his chest as your fingers gingerly trace around it. Eddie could feel the lump forming in his throat, already threatening to choke him, deciding he would let it. He tries to keep his breath steady as he waits for your fatal blow. 
“I was wondering if I could, um, leave some stuff here? It’s just, I thought it might be easier-”
“You want to leave your stuff here?” 
Eddie cuts you off a little too quickly, and you mistake his disbelief for indignation. Rejection drips down into your stomach, every fibre in your body screaming at you to pull away from him, to run. You swallow thickly.
“Only if - I mean, would that be okay?”
Relief shoots through Eddie like a bolt of lightning, elation filling him so quickly he’s concerned he may go into shock. Light-headed, that's how he feels; dangerously close to passing out.
Instead, he laughs, loud and boyish, as he pulls you closer and buries his face into your soft hair. His fingers search for your chin so he can pull your face to meet his, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours - a smile pinned so big it splits his face in two.
“Shit sweetheart, yeah, yes that’d be okay. Leave your stuff here, bring your whole fuckin’ apartment here if you want, I’ll figure it out,” he whispers, before pressing soft, chaste kisses to your lips. You blush furiously, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He likes you. He wants you here.
“I’ll clear some space for you tomorrow, okay? Promise.”
You nod happily into the crook of his neck, a contented sigh escaping your lips as you close your eyes, finally letting sleep envelop you as you drift off in the arms of your sweet, perfect boy. Safe.
The next day, after work, you carefully pack up a few essentials - a toothbrush, some sleepwear, facewash, and a modest handful of personal items - into your small duffle bag. You check it over a few times before heading back to Eddie’s trailer, making sure you have everything you think you’ll need, without overdoing it. Sure, he may have agreed to this under the cloak of night, but still, the ever-cautious side of you didn’t want to push it. 
“Eddie?” 
You call out his name as you walk through the front door - he always left it unlocked when he knew you were coming over. No answer. You toe off your shoes and walked the few short steps towards his bedroom. You soon hear the muffled use of curse words, and slowly you push on his door, knocking lightly as you go.
Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. Boxes stacked, clothes strewn about, covering every surface they could reach, dresser and closet half emptied - and amidst the chaos stood Eddie, his hair wilder than usual, his brows furrowed in confusion, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. 
Your giggle announces your presence, and his head whips around quickly, eyes widening as they meet yours. He brings a hand up and rubs his neck sheepishly, gesturing around to the newly cleared areas of his small room.
“Is um, will this be enough or…?”
You shake your head as intense adoration washes over you, moving towards him. You’re overcome with the desperate need to feel him in your arms, to remind yourself that he’s real.
“Baby,” you cup his pretty face in your hands, softly pressing your lips to his, long and languid, drinking him in. You pull away and stare into his luminous, chocolate eyes - you feel so much in this moment, there are so many words clawing at your throat, aching to pour out, yearning to reach him, threatening to drown him.
“Thank you,” you breathe, tucking a loose curl behind his ear, gently running a thumb over his blush-covered cheek. You gaze up at him earnestly, a saccharine smile playing on your lips - the words I love you, god help me, I love you leaving them in the shape of a laugh.
“But all I needed was a drawer.”
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astrolynnworld · 3 months
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under the table
pairing: bf! matt sturniolo x reader
summary: matt takes you on a weekly date night event that he always has planned. although tonight, matt starts to get turned on by your presence.
warnings: smut, exhibition, language, maybe a bit of a foot fetish? minors pls dni!
a/n: let me know if you guys like the story !!
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“thank you” i said to matt as he opened my car door for me.
we were outside the nicest restaurant in our home town. i’ve been talking about this spot for months because there’s so many good reviews and they only taking reservations on top of always being reserved.
but, somehow matthew managed to get a last minute reservation due to a couple who canceled a few hours ago. now we’re standing inside the restaurant as the hostess prepares our table.
i look over at matt who stands beside me looking all handsome in his suit & tie. considering the elements of the restaurant that we were at, we definitely had to dress up. i always loved when matt dressed up, it only ever made him look 100x better.
as the hostess guides us to our table, matt grabs my hand as he leads the way. i love when matthew would do little dominate things like this in public, would make me feel so secure and safe. i never had to worry about feeling anxious when matt was around because he would always make me feel safe and calm.
we sit down on opposite sides of our booth and the waiter comes over to take our drinks.
“i’ll have a root beer and she’ll have a shirley temple” matt speaks for me.
i smile at the thought that he doesn’t even have to ask what i want, he just knows me. i know we’ve been dating for several months now but it always just feels good to have little reminders that someone cares enough to know the small repetitive things that you like or do.
“you look so good tonight” i tell matthew, breaking the silence that i created by staring.
“is that why you’re looking so hard” he replies back while laughing
i laugh back, “can you stop! you know i get nervous”
“you’re so cute, pretty girl. you don’t need to be nervous around me” he continues while chuckling still.
the waiter comes back with our drinks and asks if we’re ready to order. thankfully we had already previously looked at the menus online and knew what we wanted because we did not touch the menus that were given to us in person.
we told the waiter our orders and he had gone back in the kitchen to give it back to the chef.
“can you take some pictures of me for instagram?” i ask matt while mixing my drink so it looks well blended for the photos.
“of course, love” he replies as he picks up his phone to take my photos
i do a series of poses, just trying my best to look as hot as possible. matt behind the camera just hyping me up with occasional, “you’re actually so gorgeous” or “you’re so mesmerizing, i can’t believe you’re mine” causing me to smile even harder in the photos
until he said one thing that for sure caught me off guard.
“you turn me on so much.” he said casually
“matthew?” i say confused as if i heard him wrong.
he didn’t reply, he just stopped taking photos as i obviously was not posing anymore.
“are you serious?” i ask in a lighthearted manner
“do you wanna feel?” he responds back.
“matthew!! we’re in public” i say with a smile on my face
“i can’t help it. it’s something about ur eyes, the way you look just genuinely gets my dick hard.” he says as a whisper so nobody else in the restaurant heard
“you’re so unserious” i reply back.
he leans in closer to the table, “do you think you could touch me throw my pants?”
“matty it’s too public in here, it’s either gonna look suspicious or someone will see”
“what if..” he stops
“if what?” i ask
“could you maybe use your feet? nobody would see if you use your foot to rub on me. please! i just need you to touch me. all this talking is only making me harder” he says
“matt-“
“please y/n, just for a bit” he pleads
“alright..” i take off my heels in order to “get comfortable” and i rest my feet on his lap in order to get access to his bulge without immediately looking suspicious.
i start sliding my foot up and down rubbing on his bulge to give him as much stimulation as i could. i had never done something like this before so it felt a little weird but i could see on his face that he was enjoying it.
“matty, don’t make it too obvious.” i told him in hopes that he would control his facial expression from looking like a fucked out puppy.
“fuck- i think i could cum from this” he whispers in an almost audible whine.
he puts his head down on the table in order to mask the sensation.
i try to go faster to finish him off until i notice the waiter coming back with our food.
i quickly stop, to which matt raises his head wanting to ask why i had stopped until he also sees the waiter
“for you ma’am.” the waiter says as he places the plate down in front of me
“thank you” i reply.
“and the chicken alfredo for you sir.” he says handing matt his plate
“thank you.” matt says with a raspy voice that he clears as soon as the phrase leaves his mouth.
“enjoy.” the waiter says before walking away
“yeah, we’re definitely gonna need to finish what we started” matt says
i smirk at his comment.
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should i do a part 2? & let me know if you guys enjoyed !!
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