#seeing the numbers rise everyday

[inuyashaluver]

edits - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which your wife catches you watching edits of her when she’s asleep

warnings: suggestive, swearing

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you and your wife, leah grew up together. you went from childhood friends, meeting at the arsenal youth groups to lovers in a short amount of time, starting your romantic relationship at just 16 and her 17. you both got called up for the lioness senior team and continued both of your die hard arsenal lifestyle by playing in the club together.

you both have an immense amount of love and passion for each other. you both knew each other like the back of your hands, always there for one another emotionally and physically.

both of you were together all the time, seeing each other everyday, people truly wondered how you both didn’t get sick of each other. you and leah loved nothing more than to just be together, even if it was doing nothing.

it was national camp, meaning you and leah along with the lionesses were travelling around the world. training was gruelling, everyone was absolutely exhausted, this included your wife, the captain.

you had made it back to the hotel room, leah fast asleep next to you. she lay on her stomach with her arm resting on your waist. you were lying on your side, facing her and smiling watching her lightly breathe out, her nose slightly twitching.

you couldn’t believe that the girl you had a crush on all your life was yours. you ran a hand through her soft hair, she lightly woke up to move and rest her head on your chest, you now flat on your back. she continued to rise and fall on your chest while you played with her hair.

now that you knew she was out cold, it was time to engage in your favourite bedtime activity. it was time to watch your wife’s edits on tiktok.

you had a dedicated folder called ‘literal wife’ to store all of your favourite edits of your favourite girl. it had over 1000 videos.

you looked down at her and pulled out your phone opening tiktok. you search up ‘leah williamson edits’ on tiktok and couldn’t help but grin excitedly. had you seen most of these? yes. have you saved all of them? yes. do you see her everyday? yes - no regrets, you thought.

every new edit you saw, you liked and saved. you didn’t have a burner account, you didn’t care that people saw you fangirling over your wife. you frequently commented on people’s edits, thanking them for their services.

while watching the edits, you giggled and smiled. covering your mouth so you didn’t wake up the girl on your chest with you watching videos of her.

you stumble upon a new edit you had never seen before, you watch it through once and drop your phone next to you. you put your hands over your face and groaned. you were completely flushed, this girl had such a huge effect on you and you were literally married to her and took her last name.

the noise woke leah up, the audio continues to play in the background. she hovers over you and takes in your appearance. you’re lying down with your face covered, your body hot.

“are you alright, baby? what’s wrong?” she speaks softly, voice imbued with sleep.

you shook your head, still covering your face. leah is really concerned, the audio in the back was distracting her from deciphering what was wrong with you so she flips your phone to turn it off.

that’s when she sees it, you’re repeatedly watching fan edits of her, and you’ve saved it. she pauses, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. she moves to straddle your waist, pausing the video.

she grabs your hands from your face and pinning them to your sides. your face was so red, you were embarrassed that she caught you doing this while she’s literally on top of you.

“my girl, you’re my little number one fan, aren’t you?”

you move your gaze from her gorgeous face, looking anywhere but at her.

“ah ah, eyes on me, baby” she grabs your chin and directs your eyes to her. you move your hands to lightly rest on her hips, still bright red.

“what’re you doing, love?” she shakes her head at you, still grinning at you cockily.

“nothing” you reply so quick, she laughs.

“there’s no point in hiding it, baby, I saw your phone.” she starts, “nothing to be ashamed of, baby” she coos

“how much did you see, williamson” you question,

“I saw you watching a little edit of me, mrs williamson, why have you got more up your sleeve?”

“psh, no, in your dreams!” you exclaim

leah took one look at you and knew you were lying. she darts forward and grabs your phone. you try to grab it off her but she pushes you into the bed with her hips, holding the phone above your head. there was no point now. she was extremely strong.

“oh my god” her eyes widened, “you’re joking!” her jaw hung open a little. your ‘literal wife’ folder was the only collection you had made on tiktok. it had so many videos, leah could not believe what she was seeing.

“baby” she breathes out, she looks at you with so much love at this moment, you had to cover your face again. she threw her head back in giggles, “stop it lee, I’m embarrassed” you muffled from behind your hands.

“if I could marry you again, right here right now I would” you peek at her through your hands,

“I’m so flattered right now, I don’t know what to say” leah was so shocked, one about how many videos you had saved and two how much she found this attractive.

you giggle at her, “really?” she nods her head frantically and you smile up at her. she moves down to place a searing kiss on your lips, whining into your mouth and moving her hands under your (her) shirt, grazing your warm skin. you move your hands in her hair again. both of you were frantic in the kiss, wanting to express all your emotions through actions.

she prodded her tongue at your bottom lip and you grant her access. your tongues now moving with each other completely in sync. everything so fluid, you both knew each other too well. the kiss progressed in a night of you and leah showing your appreciation for each other.

she collapses next to you. both of you completely breathless, she holds your hand tightly. “I love that we’re married and you fangirl over me while I’m asleep, want me to sign your boob or something?” she presses a kiss to the back of your hand. you giggle at her, “do you want to know a secret, williamson?”

“tell me, baby girl” she looks over at you. you slightly sit up, propped up on your elbow. both of you had extremely wide pupils and swollen lips.

“I watch them every night and every time we’re apart” you whisper at her, placing a kiss on her cheek.

she groans. “you’ve got a lot of nerve, williamson, telling me that and expecting me to be okay after it”

“says you, williamson! maybe if you weren’t so hot, I wouldn’t have to do this, would I?”

“but you do” she winks,

“yeah, I do” you scrunch your nose at her, placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

the next night, you fell asleep first. leah did an absolute number on you last night, you were exhausted, training doing no you no favours. she smiled watching you sleeping on top of her. your roles reversed from the previous night. she traced shapes on your back as you cuddled into her chest.

she was bored. you had gone to bed so early and now she had nothing to do. suddenly an idea flashes in her head. edits. she quickly took out her phone and searched up ‘(y/n) williamson edits’, smiling uncontrollably. she completely understands your obsession. saving thousands to her own new little folder named ‘my wifey’.

this girl was you exactly, giggling and smiling at edits of you on her phone. you woke up at the sound, leah froze and looked down at you. you slightly move off her to look at her phone.

“well, well, well, mrs williamson, look who’s obsessed now.”

“baby, I won’t even lie, you’re so fucking hot I think I’m losing my mind. how the fuck did I pull you?” she groaned.

you sat up immediately, straddling her. déjà vu for both of you.

“are you fucking joking? how did I pull you? have you seen yourself? god! you could run me over with a car and I’d say thank you” she laughs, loudly, you look at her offended, how could she doubt herself to you.

“as much as we could argue about how we pulled each other, please let me show you my favourite edits of you” she pleaded, shamelessly smiling at you.

“only if I can show you mine”

“it’s a deal, williamson”

the night consisted of you showing each other your favourite edits of each other. fangirling over each other. later on, you search up ‘(y/n) and leah williamson’ watching edits of both of you and your long term relationship. both of you sharing laughs, tears and many, many kisses.

let’s just say, edits bring out the worst in both of you. the team making fun of you for your matching hickes. you’ll both need a lot of concealer.

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leahwilliamsonn: my girl has folders dedicated to me, I win @/yourname

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yourname: baby, you have one too sooooo I also win

↳ leahwilliamsonn: we want people to know, we love your edits of us and watch them. frequently.

↳ yourname: very. frequently. we thank you all for your services

↳ leahwilliamsonn: sincerely, the williamsons

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[wandussyfantasy]

Wanna Bet?

Request: From @lesbianpizza They could also go to some kind of public event but each with vibrators that the other controls where they have a competition to see who will break first and beg for sex

Summary: Y/n surprises Wanda with tickets to see the Era's Tour but it comes with a price.

Pairings: Wanda x NB!AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 3,693

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!smut, gn!reader amab, powerbottom!wanda, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, masturbation, public touching, fantasies, teasing, and creampie.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

“I cannot believe that you got us tickets for the Era's tour!” Wanda jumps on your lap excitedly.

You grin because you're proud of yourself for making her so happy. When the tour was announced, Wanda made a small remark about wanting to go but doubtful that she would be able to. Every time a Taylor Swift song played in the car and she was singing it as loud as she could, never missing a lyric, you thought about getting her those tickets. Unfortunately, after being in the trenches of the presale and living in the ticket queue from hell, you were unable to get tickets on your own. So, after you and Wanda started to explore your relationship more, you decided to go to the one person you tried to avoid for this. Your dad.

He isn't a bad guy, he just doesn't want it to get in your head that everything in life will be handed to you. So, everything you ask for from him comes at his price. Which makes you not want to ask things from him. Luckily, when you asked for the tickets, he handed them over with no conditions at all. He told you that you work hard everyday and that he sees it and appreciates it.

“I’m happy I can take you,” you say as you lean in for a kiss. But Wanda abruptly moves away from you and jumps off of the bed.

“Oh my goodness, I have to figure out what to wear! It's too late to make a costume!”

“A costume? What?” you ask yourself quietly as Wanda continues to pace your room frantically while rambling.

“Damnit, there's no time for friendship bracelets! Well, maybe I can do a couple. Oh! I can get Y/n to help me,” Wanda talks to herself.

You rise from your bed next, “Why are we making friendship bracelets?”

“Because it's a Swiftie thing! We can't go there without bracelets!!” Wanda says in a panic.

“Woah, I thought this was supposed to be a fun thing,” you say as you lower her arms from the air.

Wanda takes a breath to calm down and smiles at you. “It will be fun, babe. But part of the fun is trading friendship bracelets, going in outfits that represent our eras, and knowing when to shout lyrics that she doesn't include in her performance.” She wraps her arms around your neck as she talks and you place your hands on her hips.

“Okay, I suppose I don't mind helping with the bracelets. Um, what era are we in? So I know what to look for.” You ask, unsure what she even means by an era.

“Lover, of course,” Wanda answers simply and she kisses your lips.

“I know that, but what does that look like?” You laugh as you misunderstand.

Wanda tilts her head to the side as if she's reading your mind. “Lover is the seventh album which is the album that probably represents us best. So you can look up the image of the cover to get a sense of the colors but we'll basically look like a unicorn threw up on us.”

“Perfect, I have a unicorn onesie in my closet I'm pretty sure. Will that work?”

“Oh you poor thing,” Wanda shakes her head. “Forget the movie. Looks like our date is going to be a shopping trip. Grab your wallet and keys, let's go!”

“Alright,” you say as you grab your things and get your shoes on. This is not what you thought giving her tickets would result in. You thought maybe at least a blowjob, not a shopping trip.

The two of you start at the craft store in the mall and grab the necessary items for the bracelets. “Hey, maybe I'll make one with my number and throw it on the stage,” you say jokingly. Hoping to maybe get a rise out of Wanda, but instead she turns to you with wide eyes.

“We’re going to be close to the stage?” She says in shock.

You shake your head, “No, sorry, we're going to be in my family's box at the stadium. We'll be secluded from everyone.”

She shoves your shoulder, “Don't play with me like that!”

“Ow!” you laugh. “So let me get this straight. You're not mad I made a comment about trying to hook up with Taylor, but you're mad I made a joke about getting you close enough to do it?” Wanda nods. “I don't know what hurts more, my shoulder or my heart,” you pout dramatically.

“Oh don't be so dramatic. I trust you and I know you were only joking,” she gives you a kiss on the lips and you feel better. “Besides, I know that given the chance, you'd invite me and honestly, I wouldn't mind.” Your eyes widen a bit at Wanda admitting to you that she wouldn't turn down a threesome with you and her favorite musician. “I think I'm good with this stuff. Did you see any colors you wanted?” You shake your head as you look around and follow her to the checkout counter.

Next, the two of you go clothes shopping. “Are you sure I don't already own something that will fit the theme?” You ask as you drag your feet through the isles.

“I've known you for years, baby, trust me. I know what's in your closet.” She stops at a tie-dye crew neck and looks it over a few times before moving on. At the end of the shopping trip, you have a new outfit for the show that consists of a short button up shirt with multiple pastel colors on it. Plus a new pair of light blue shorts. And sunglasses with a clear frame and rainbow lenses. She didn't make you buy a new pair of shoes because she said you already own an acceptable pair.

“Don’t you need an outfit?” You ask as you near the exit of the mall. Wanda laughs loudly as if you said the funniest thing ever.

“You’re cute, babe. I have an outfit for this, don't worry that pretty little head of yours,” she kisses you on the lips. You're happy to have her lips on yours. She is so addicting.

“I like how you keep calling me 'babe.' I thought you didn't like pet names like that,” you point out.

“I don't, but I know that you do and it's kind of growing on me, babe,” she pulls you for another kiss. “Let's get back to the house so I can thank you properly.” You hum in excitement as you try to pry yourself away from Wanda. Once you do, the two of you rush through the mall until a shop catches your eye. You've been wanting to bring Wanda to the shop for some time now.

“Come on,” you say as you pull her to the small shop full of novelty items. You take her all the way to the back where they have their adult toys.

“What are we doing back here?” She looks around frantically for a moment until her eyes land on the package that reads, Clone a Willy. “Oh, I could definitely use this.”

You make a face as you look at the box, “What’s that?”

“You make a mold out of your dick and I get a vibrator out of it so when we're apart, I can still have you with me,” the thought that she wants a vibrator version of your dick and not some random other type of dildo makes your cock twitch.

“Oh, wow,” you look at the container and read the directions. “Yeah, we can do this. Not today though.”

“Yes!” Wanda smiles as she takes it from your hand. “So, why did you bring me back here? Is this your way of telling me things are getting boring between us?” Her tone suggests that she is only joking but in her eyes you can sense the insecurity.

“No, it's not boring,” you put your hand under her chin and kiss her lips. “I was just thinking about exploring some of this stuff and was curious what you might be interested in. I also wanted to see if you might want to use,” you look around at the selection of vibrators until you find what you came here for, you grab it and hand it to her, “one of these things.” It's a vibrator that she puts inside of herself and you can keep the controller to use on her whenever you want. Wanda looks at it for a moment and her silence worries you. However, all she is thinking about is the endless possibilities. “They have pantie versions also if you don't want that,” you suggest next.

“Oh that sounds interesting,” she puts the package you handed her back on the wall and looks for the underwear set. “Wow, you know me so well,” she says as she finds a set she likes. “As much as I like the idea, I feel like it might be a tad unfair.”

You consider what she might be suggesting and look at the wall to find something that you could use. “I don't see any cock rings,” you reply.

“Why don't you get one of those? They're not that big,” she points to a little pink bullet and you shake your head rapidly.

“Nope, no way, not doing that,” you reject the idea of walking around with something up your ass. Wanda laughs at your reaction. She has played with your ass during sex a few times and you've liked it but when she made the suggestion of pegging you, you just couldn't wrap the idea around your head. You've had sex with a guy before and even then you didn't like the idea of receiving it.

“Okay fine, how about a pair of these?” She extends the box of the underwear and you aren't sure about it.

“I don't know, I feel like it'd give me a wedgie,” you say. Wanda looks in the wall again and spots a vibrator that you can add to any type of underwear and she hands it to you. “This looks like a big period pad,” you scoff.

“It's the best option you've got here. Unless you want to drop the whole thing,” she shrugs.

“Alright, alright, I'll do it,” you agree. “Come on, let's go check out.”

Finally, back at the house, you call out to your parents to see if either of them are home and you're relieved to find a note on the counter claiming that your dad had a business meeting in Europe and your mom had negotiations to make in D.C. You have the house to yourself once again. You drop the shopping bags and pull Wanda into a kiss in the middle of the kitchen.

Wanda wraps her arms around you as she responds just as eager. You put your hands on her hips and lift her onto the kitchen island. “I love you,” you say as you bring your lips down to her neck. Wanda still hasn't reciprocated those words and you haven't pressured her to do so. You're going at her pace. The two of you still haven't told anyone about the nature of your relationship. It was kind of hot having this secret.

You surprise Wanda as you pull her pants down to her knees. “Woah! Are you sure you want to do that right here?” She tries to pull you up but you're fine where you are and once you lick her you kill any further questions or protests she might have. “I thought,” she gasps as you bring her close to a climax, “I was supposed to- Oh god! Be the thanking youuu, that's it! Right there! Oh yeah!” You look up at her as she pulls your head back by your hair and she shakes her head. “Not yet,” she says breathlessly. You nod and rock backwards until your butt touches the floor, the outline of your erection presents itself proudly. Wanda bites her lips at the sight.

“What do you want to do?” You ask as you lick her fluids off of your lips. Wanda grins as she pulls you up and she guides you to your bedroom. Making sure to bring the bag of toys with her.

Later that month you are uncomfortably adjusting the crotch area of your shorts as you stand in the crowd waiting to enter the stadium. “Stop that,” Wanda swats at your hand.

“Well it's not an easy adjustment,” you complain. Wanda sighs and rolls her eyes.

“This was your idea,” she reminds you in a whisper. “Besides, once we get to the box you won't even remember how much you hate it.”

“Or you'll crack first and I'll be able to take it off,” you tease, making Wanda scoff.

“Please, I'm very capable of holding off. I was a virgin for two decades, you however, couldn’t go a month without humping everything in sight once you hit puberty,” she fires back.

You scrunch your nose, “I feel like that first decade and a half shouldn’t count. You were a child and that’s illegal.”

“Fair point, but I still have four or five years less of experience than you,” she clarifies and you shrug because she's not wrong. “Meaning, I can hold out longer than you can.” Before you can respond, the line moves forward and you are having the tickets scanned and are being escorted to the private stadium box.

There are snacks and an assortment of the merchandise that you would’ve otherwise had to stand in line forever waiting for. You certainly didn't do all of this and you're surprised that it's there at all until you notice a card addressed to you. Without allowing Wanda to see it, you read it and your cheeks and neck redden from embarrassment.

The note is from your father stating, “Enjoy your date, I'm happy that you and Wanda are together just… please, keep it in the bedroom. There aren't any cameras in there. Love, Dad.”

“What's that?” Wanda’s voice makes you jump and you rip the note.

“It's nothing, just my dad being you know, my dad. He suspects that this is more than a friendly gesture. Always thinking I have that Stark charm he claims used to have every supermodel and actress in his bed,” you joke as you don't completely lie to her but if she knew the truth, Wanda would be completely mortified. There are more times than you can count on both hands and feet that you've given each other head in a common area of the house. At least it was only ever giving head or hand jobs and some fingering outside of the bedroom.

You hold your breath as you wait to see if she bought the lie. “Oh, well, it was nice of him to arrange all of this. Really, the two of you have outdone yourselves. I really don't deserve all of this.” She wraps her arms around your neck and kisses your lips. “Thank you,” she says before going in for another kiss. You feel yourself start to be affected by her kiss and you have to step away. You couldn't lose this bet.

“How has the willy been working out for you?” You ask as you walk over to the bar to make yourself a drink.

“Mmm I think it might be better than the real thing,” she says teasingly.

You shake your head, “If that were true, you'd have broken up with me already.”

“Well, the willy can't arrange a set up like this, so you still have that going for you,” Wanda starts to head towards you and that's when you activate her vibrator with your phone. “That's not mhm, that's not fair.” You turn off the panties with a smirk. That falls as soon as she activates the vibrating pad that is attached to your boxers.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment as you think of the image that has killed your boners for decades. The image of Jabba the Hutt. Then you open your eyes and continue to serve yourself.

“What the fuck?” Wanda asks as she turns the device off.

You shrug, “I've been playing videogames for years next to you. I have a dick, Wanda. I've had to learn how to kill boners around you for about as long as we've known each other.”

Wanda shakes her head. She narrows her eyes and turns in the intensity on the device. This one is a little more difficult to stop the physical reaction so you turn up the intensity on her panties as well. Wanda almost topples over and turns off your device. “Ok! Ok! I surrender!” You shut off the panties and the both of you are left trying to catch your breaths as you stare at each other from across the room. You can smell her arousal from where you stand and she can see your bulge from her spot.

“What would you like to drink?” You ask as you finish pouring your drink. Wanda asks for just a water and you toss her a bottle. Not wanting to get close to her in your current condition. The opening act hasn't even gone on yet.

The two of you give each other time to cool off and enjoy watching the opening act. You don't tease her as much but she does have her hand on your thigh. She traces shapes and you have to control yourself. Refraining from moving her hand into your pants. Then the main event starts and she moves away from you completely as you watch her change into a person you don't recognize. Taylor Swift comes out onto the stage and it has Wanda screaming the lyrics at the top of her lungs.

“IT'S THE LOVER ERA!! STAND UP!!” She shouts as she pulls you up to start dancing with her. “I'M DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR!” You laugh as you opt to stand behind her and wrap your arms around her to sway with her.

You kiss her cheek and to her neck as the song changes. Having her body pressed against yours has it reacting almost instantly and she smirks as she feels your boner poking her ass. “Are you giving up so soon?”

You shake your head. “You're silly. Just because my willy is saying hi to you, doesn't mean you win yet.”

Wanda bursts out laughing. Then she hears the notes to another favorite song and her personality switches again. You laugh as you let her enjoy the moment. You try to step away but she keeps you close to her. She wants to experience the concert in your arms.

At certain songs you know that turn her on because she shared her “ovulation” playlist with you and taught you what that was code for. You would use the vibrating panties on her. She would just moan softly and bite her lips. Then she'd kiss your cheek and thank you.

You couldn't believe how strong she was in this challenge. You were impressed. But you didn't want to lose. If she won, then the two of you would continue to keep this relationship a secret. If you won, you were finally allowed to scream it to the rooftops that you were with her.

By the time the concert was coming to an end, the both of you were close to cumming. Nearly three hours of edging each other, you knew that you'd explode the second you entered her. If you lasted long enough to enter her.

At the “Vigilante Shit” chair routine, both of you lost your minds. “You should learn that dance,” you muttered to her with a tight voice. Wanda nodded, she was too wound up to say anything. She feared the only words that she could articulate in the moment was,“fuck me.”

“Oh fuck it,” you finally said as you pulled you zipper down and moved her panties aside and entered her without much warning. “You win,” you said behind her as you pumped inside of her.

“Finally,” she said as she let out the breath she'd been holding. She gripped the counter in front of her. The two of you eventually moved further back to the suite and shut off the lights to be able to hide just in case something like this happened.

You fucked her roughly. You were typically very gentle with her. But the pent up sexual tension released an animalistic tendency you didn't know you had inside of you. Wanda made no protests as she started to hold onto you. As the confetti ended the concert, you shot rope after rope into Wanda’s warm pussy. Painting her walls white.

“Fucking hell,” you groaned as you head fell against her back. Then you started laughing. Wanda couldn't help but join you.

“What's so funny?” She asked breathlessly.

“People are probably posting videos of being proposed to or all of their innocent experiences and here we are. It's just. It's funny,” you try to explain.

Wanda shrugs, “It's not uncommon to fuck at a concert. How many stories do you hear that someone was conceived at some concert?”

You smirk as you face her, “Do you think we'll be telling that kind of story?” You pull your limp dick out of her and shove it back into your pants. You cover her dripping pussy with her underwear.

Wanda shakes her head and bites her lips as she walks around to grab her things to get ready to leave. “As much as I would love an Era's Tour baby and as much as you'd like to believe you have super sperm, no. I'm pretty sure modern medicine still has you beat.” She pats your chest. “Let's get going. I kind of want you to eat me out. That was a lot of cum, I loved it.”

“Yes ma'am,” you salute her as you grab your things and brace yourself to face the crowded halls once again.

The End.

#wanda fanfic #smut #wanda smut #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

[strawb3rrystar]

Rooftop Dates.

♡ - Which turtle would go on a rooftop date with you?

Word count: 500

2012! Donnie, Who takes you stargazing.

"I guess, I didn't pick the right night for stargazing." Donnie sighs, as there was a small number of stars you could see.

"Well, New York isn't exactly the best place to stargaze." You shrug "We should take a trip to the countryside to see some real good stars."

"Yeah, you're right." He responds, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

"You know... I don't think it matters. Just as long as we're together," You lean into him.

His cheeks heat up from your comment "Yeah! That's right! We don't need some stupid stars for it to be a good date."

You chuckle, pecking his lips "You're adorable, Donnie."

Bayverse! Raph, Who loves to city watch with you.

"You're clinging onto me for dear life, sweet cheeks," Raph mentions, grinning a little.

"Well, when you asked me if I wanted to go on a date with you, this wasn't what I had in mind." You reply.

"Do you not like looking at New York at night?" He asks.

"Not when I'm fifty feet off the ground, Rapheal!"

"Oh please. You aren't fifty feet off the ground... I'd say, barely twenty feet." He pats your back. "But, we can get down if you want."

"Yes, please..." You mumble, quite embarrassed of your fear of heights.

"What was that?" He grins, smugly.

"You heard me, Raph." You huff.

"Yeah, I wanna hear you say it again." He squeezes your waist, playfully.

"Nuh-uh, no way." You shake your head.

Rise! Mikey, Who thinks rooftop picnics are the best.

"It's beautiful out tonight." You say, taking a deep breath with your arms outstretched.

"I know." Mikey grins, laying out the picnic blanket. "Perfect weather, a good view of the city, and fresh pizza. Nothing could ruin this night."

You smile, sitting down beside him. "Thanks for doing this, 'Angelo. I know I've been super busy and haven't had the time to hang out. So I hope you're not too upset."

"No problem. I understand that studying is important, that's why I brought you up here." He replies.

"Hm? Why?" You question.

"So, that it's just the two of us. No distractions around."Mikey answers, just for the sound of a police siren to go off.

"Mostly no distractions." He corrects himself, causing you to giggle.

You wrap your arms around him, tightly. "You're the best boyfriend ever, Michelangelo."

MM! Leo, Who wants to spend everyday together.

"What are we doing up here, Leon?" You ask, sitting on the ledge beside him.

"I just thought that we could hangout without my brothers around." He replies, taking your hand in his.

"Aww, but they're sweethearts." You place your free hand on your chest.

"You don't live with them, Love." He grumbles.

"Did you just call me love?" You question.

"Maybe...? It just slipped out, okay! I don't even know why I sai-" You shut him up with a kiss.

"Calm down, Leo." You kissed his cheek "I liked it."

"You did...? He mumbles, feeling like he could explode out of joy.

"Yes, of course." You wrap your arms around him and he immediately hugs you back. "I love spending time with you. Being with you... No, I just love you, Leonardo. All of you."

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[elliespeach]

tear you apart part three | ellie williams

˗ˏˋ"you're a charmer, aren't you?" ´ˎ˗

pairing ellie wiliams x fem reader synopsis ellie owns her own vinyl store and the day you wander in changes both of your lives forever. she quickly becomes infatuated with you, desperate for your love that she believes is meant to be. when things in your life begin to spiral, ellie is there to catch you, but you'd never suspect she was the reason you fell in the first place. wordcount: 3.1k warnings: murder 😱 and stalking both cyber and in person, ellie is obsessive, manipulative, a gaslighter, a pervert lowkey, possessive and easily jealous, shes also so delusional like top tier delulu, shes based off joe goldberg so i mean put the pieces together. this is all from her perspective, most if not all of the inner monologue is ellie's thoughts about you, the italics is verbatim what she is thinking in that very moment if that makes sense. like joe, all of her actions are justified in her mind, and she doesn't see anything wrong with them. reader has a dysfunctional family. pls lmk if i am missing something! an: i cannot express enough how thankful i am for all the love for this story really it means so much. obsessive ellie nation rise once again, i come before you with this part and i hope it was worth the wait :) xoxo

watching you cry yourself to sleep on your couch made ellie’s heart throb. she wanted to be there for you, to hold you, to tell you everything was going to be okay, that she was going to make it all okay. but she knew better than to expect that you’d let her, after all, you still barely knew her. so how is it that she could lead you straight into her arms, where you belong? 

it was the next day, and although your state of mind was completely shattered by the events of the previous night, ellie was wide awake, ecstatic at her new idea on how to make you all better. she would hope that your encounter with her helped you, as much as it could but she couldn’t just rely on that, ellie had to take action. she never wanted to see you in tears over someone like that again. 

starting her day in the shop as normal, she filled orders, fixed a few finicky records and sold boring albums to boring souls who she wished was you. she spent the better part of the morning fantazizing about you wandering into her store yet again. needing help finding an album, or better yet just to talk to her. it hasnt even been more than twelve hours and she missed your voice already, replaying your conversation over and over in her head like her favorite movie. 

while the traffic in the store died down, ellie did more research on the newly found suzanna mavis. formally known as suzanna hardwick, she grew up in a cushy home, with preppy parents who supported every endenvour she seemed to possess. her facebook was littered with photos of shuana in every aspect of her life, along with her prized possession; a baby blue mercedes benz. but, there seemed to be someone missing, her husband of twenty five years was seemingly no where to be found on her social media. when ellie searched his name alone, mr. mavis seemed to have no social media at all. 

thats fine, ellie only needed suzanna. 

finding out where she worked required no effort at all as it was displayed clearly on her facebook profile. she was the assistant to some shareholder, blah blah boring. but the company name was one she recongized, their office building was just a few blocks down from her store. she passed it nearly everyday on her commute to see you. 

for ellie’s plan to work, she had to close the store early. it was barely noon when she found herself in the parking garage to suzanna’s building. there was a guard booth, but no guards and the garage itself was a ghost town of rich people cars. she spotted the blue mercedes, and her plan was in motion.. 

thanks to you so graciously and unknowingly, giving her suzanna’s personal cell phone number, she dialed and it only rang once, her preppy voice ringing in ellie’s ears. she almost felt her stomach whirling in anticipation, but the sensation quickly washed away into something more sinister. no. protective

“suzanna mavis speaking,” 

ellie paced back and forth near the elevator in the garage, “hey, mrs. mavis,” she rolled her eyes at her own voice, trying to sound not like herself, “i’m one of the guards down in the parking garage, looks like someone keyed your benz this morning.” 

ellie heard a loud sigh, then the distant sounds of heels clicking on the ground. “are you kidding me? you didn’t stop them?” 

ellie suppressed a sigh, “i was on lunch–” 

“your job is to guard our cars, if you can’t even do that–” her voice was shrill, and ellie’s patience was running low.

“ma’am, just come downstairs, the police need a statement.” 

ellie heard a few curses string from the phone before the call ended, she chuckled to herself before sliding her phone into her pocket. ellie slowly walked over to the blue mercedes, examining it up close. she crouched down, removing her small switchblade and flinging it open. she almost didn’t do it, it was unnecessary really. but the image of you so broken by her made ellie’s mouth twitch. how she had smiled at you while speaking about her husband, ignoring you, leading you on, preying on you. the switchblade moved as if it had it’s own mind, scratching the car from back to front in one swift movement. 

breathing out in relief, ellie heard the ding of the elevator behind her. 

she watched from behind a nearby car as suzanna stepped out of the elevator, a sour puss on her face as she made her way towards her car. she groaned when she saw the long, deep slice into the side of the car. ellie pulled up her handkerchief over her nose and while suzanna was busy inspecting her car, ellie pounced. 

she had a hand covering suzanna’s mouth, her switchblade pressed against her neck with the other. suzanna thrashed in her arms but ellie held her ground, “shh, shh!” ellie hissed in her ear, whisking her around and pinning her to her own car. “i’m not going to kill you, shut up–” 

ellie kept the switchblade at her throat, quickly looking around. with the coast clear, she slowly removed her hand from suzanna’s mouth. “take my money, please i don’t–” 

“i don’t want that either,” ellie looked suzanna up and down. her? you’re losing your mind over her? “i want you to speed up your big family move to california. leave tomorrow.” 

suzanna’s eye furrowed as if she was confused, “w-what?” 

“you’re moving to california at the end of the summer, are you not?” ellie’s paitence was growing thinner by the second, and the switchblade was pressed into her neck so deep any movement would draw blood. 

suzanna was shaking underneath ellie, and as she spoke her voice was weak, “what? my family was never moving to california, please i’ll give you anything!” 

shauna lied? why the hell would she lie about that?

“go anyway. leave the city.” leave you alone.

“i can’t just pick up my whole family and move to another state, we-we have a life here.” suzanna was trembling now, her voice shaking just as much as her legs.

well, if you won’t leave on your own. “i really didn’t want to have to kill you,” ellie said casually, almost annoyed. she moved quickly, snatching a clump of suzanna’s hair in her hand and whipping her around. ellie barely blinked as she slammed suzanna’s face into the baby blue mersedes. once. harder. twice. harder. three times. even harder. four times. as hard as physically possible. blood stained the blue on the car, and suzanna’s body fell to the ground as ellie let go. limp. dead. 

out of your life. 

– later that day 

ellie realized she had fucked up big time when she got back to the store.

the night she saved you, she shouldve given you her number. she had no way to check up on you, to make sure you were okay with the news to come. she would have to go back to her tried and true; “accidentally” running into you. before she could see online which bar you and your friends would overdrink at tonight, ellie found you standing outside her store. you came all this way to see me. 

“hi ellie,” you smiled brightly, illuminated by neon red sign on her store. you must not know yet. poor baby. 

“hey stranger,” ellie kept her voice calm, but she hoped that her bodys reaction to seeing you wasn’t visible. she could feel her face grow hot, and she did her best to hide it by keeping her back to you as she locked the stores door. she could smell your sweet perfume from here, and she cleared her throat before speaking again, turning to face you now that the redness in her face had diminished, “if you’re here for a vinyl, i’ll ring you up still–” 

“no, no, i came to see you.” you replied shyly, quickly glancing at your feet before meeting her gaze again with your soft eyes. while you had glanced away, ellie took you all in. she admired the dedication you put into your outfits, and she liked to believe you picked this one out just for her.

“oh?” was all ellie could say. she was busy imagining you standing in front of your mirror, trying on a thousand different outfits. ellie would’ve loved every single one of them regardless, as long as they are on you. she thought about you doing your makeup all pretty, how long that must take. detailing your face for hours, just for me. 

“yeah. i wanted to see if you’d like to get drinks with me tonight?” 

oh.

her eyes widened, never did she think that you’d ask her out. she wanted to be the one to wisk you away for a perfect date that you deserved. but ellie would settle for drinks for now, until she finally could take you on a real date. she composed herself, remaining casual. as casual as she could be. “yeah, i’d love that. we could go now, i’m done with the store for today.” 

“yeah, let’s go,” you flashed another smile at ellie, which she returned. it was like the universe was rewarding her for her good deed. you coming to see her, to ask her out. it seemed like everything was falling perfectly into place. now that suzanna was gone. 

ellie had been racking her brain all day about what suzanna had told her. that there was never any intention to move at all. that shauna had lied, for what? a reaction? why would she even want that kind of reaction out of you in the first place? 

what was shauna hiding?

“so, why’re you in new york? are you from here?” ellie inquired, for no other reason that to hear you talk. you’re here for your art.

“not from here, i moved here to hopefully make a name for myself as an artist. what about you?” ellie didn’t want to talk about herself, not when you were so lovely. but you were asking about her, and she couldn’t say no to you if she tried. 

“i moved here a few years ago,” ellie revealed, but immediately diverted the conversation back to you. “you’re an artist? well, now i have to see a piece of yours.” ellie’s looked through your instagram enough, she’s seen every one a million times already.

you laughed, looking away sheepishly. “i’m no picasso,” 

“no, but you’re you. so, they can’t be that bad, can they?” 

again, you blushed, giving ellie a shy smile. “you’re a charmer, aren’t you?” 

“i try, what can i say.” ellie shrugged, and you pointed out the bar to her.

she held the door open for you, the music already defenening her ears. it wasn’t a regular bar where you could sit and talk, it was a dancing bar. the bass in the speakers rumbled at her feet, sending shock waves up her spine. this wasn’t ellie’s crowd by a mile, but you looked back at her with the face of an angel and grabbed her hand softly to lead her towards the bar. ellie wasn’t going anywhere, not as long as you were here. 

reaching the bar, you asked for four green tea shots, two each. “yuck, green tea shots?” ellie teased, basically yelling over the music. this time ellie wasn’t worried if you wanted to over indulge, this time she could watch over you for real. and she wasn’t about to make the same mistake your friends made. 

you leaned into her so that you could speak into her ear, and ellie’s heart fluttered in her chest. you were close, very close. the top you were wearing exposed the entirety of your upper torso and she found it hard not to stare. “yes, green tea shots! keep up, ellie.” you laughed, pushing two of the shots to her that bartender left on the counter. 

ellie picked one of them up, holding it out for you to cheer to with your own, “i’ll do my best,” she responded, looking into your shimmering eyes. the things i do for you. you tapped her shot glass, and you both took down the shot with ease, although ellie’s grimaced face told you that she did not like shots, but she picked up the second one before you. 

her grimace didn’t go away with the second one, it actually went down worse for ellie. but it seemed her reaction made you laugh, and ellie was okay with the burning in her throat. before she could recover from the back to back shots, you took her hand again. the same electricity as before stirred inside of her at your touch and she barely noticed you brought her out to the middle of the dance floor, people on all sides dancing to the beat of the very loud music, that seemed to only get louder. 

but you started to sway your hips to the beat. 

and ellie’s breath caught in her throat. 

she realized way too late that she hadn’t eaten today, and those shots were already starting to make her head feel fuzzy. and now here you were in front of her, moving your body in ways that ellie had only dreamed of witnessing firsthand. literally. 

with the alcohol swiftly entering her system with every second that went by, she started to move to the music with you. only a minute went by before her hands were planted on your hips, unable to stop herself before doing so. though, you didn’t seem to mind, if anything it looked like you had closed the remaining gap between the two of you. not ellie.

with your bodies touching with every movement, and ellie’s hands on your hips, it became very intimate. very fast. ellie’s mind was no longer racing at the thought of you being this close to her, instead, it felt like it ignited something inside of her. between the sensual music blaring, the alcohol and most imporantly your chest brushing against ellie’s own every chance it got, she was losing control over herself. 

finally, ellie removed a hand from your hip, bringing it up to your cheek. she held it there for a second, looking into your eyes as she did. you stared back with the same intensity and ellie knew she wasn’t going to be able to stop herself. she watched as you glanced down to her lips, you saw the makings of a smirk before her lips were on yours. 

for a second, ellie thought she was going to wake up. that this had been a dream somehow, she’s had a similar one before with you in it, but when she felt your hands lightly tugging on her hair she knew she couldn’t be fake. ellie pulled you closer, the people around you both be damned, she just wanted more of you. her hands were now wrapped around you, resting on your lower back while your tongue slipped into her mouth. 

ellie groaned. which you shouldn’t have been able to hear, but you felt the vibration on your lips. ellie didn’t care anyway, not when your body was pressed against hers and she could feel very inch of you. 

ellie was no where near finished, but you had pulled away. the music was no longer muffled in her ears, and she was desperately clinging to the sensation you left on her lips. but your attention had been moved to your phone. 

“sorry, i could feel it buzzing non-stop in my pocket. my friend’s calling me, can we go outside?”

shit. shit. shit. shit. “yeah, no problem,” big problem. big big problem. 

ellie followed you outside, preparing herself for the worst. as the night air slapped ellie in the face, her thoughts became more clear. i kissed you. you kissed me back. 

you put the phone to your ear, and ellie made herself busy by pretending to look at her own phone, scrolling through her settings. 

“hey shauna, sorry i didn’t see your calls, i’m on a da– what?” your voice, that had been caring a rather happy tone turned cold, and undeniably shocked. 

“do they know who did it?” you asked, turning away from ellie and slowly pacing as you listened to whatever shuana was saying. you nodded your head a few times before speaking again, “do you want me to come over?” your voice started to shake, and for a second ellie regretted her decision. this will be good for you. in time you’ll realize she was no good for you. 

“okay…if you need anything, i mean anything shuana, please call me.” 

ellie looked up from her phone, an eyebrow raised slightly. “everything okay?” she chirped, sliding her phone into her pocket. you turned around, those beautiful shimmering eyes glistening with tears. “hey, whats wrong?” ellie moved closer, her tone soft and welcoming. 

“my best friends mom was just murdered,” you managed to choke out, and before you could say more, ellie’s arms were wrapped around you tightly. she knew you’d hurt for a while, and that was okay. she would be kind of weirded out if you weren’t, but with time she knew you’d be better. you’d both be better with each other. your face was buried in ellie’s neck with tears marking her shirt while she rubbed your back slowly. 

ellie was calming you the best she could, whispering a soft ‘it’ll be okay’ every few seconds that you remained in the crook of her neck. 

you spoke against her skin softly, your voice sounding weak and defeated, “can you walk me home, ellie? please?” 

“of course,” she kissed the top of your head, not letting you out of the hug until you pulled back. you locked your arms around hers, using her for support as she walked you home. 

ellie had to remind herself to ask you how to get there, after already taking one right turn by accident she was scared you’d question why. but obviously your mind was elsewhere. 

ellie knew her night with you was over, that she would remeince on your shared kiss for days to come until you felt well enough to see her again. to kiss me again. the walk was silent, not an uncomfortable silent but a shared understanding that the mood was low, and ellie was content just being with you, she didn’t need to talk. she was prepared to walk you all the way up to your door, and tell you to call her if you needed anything but when she stopped at the main door to your apartment, you looked back at her with doefully sad eyes. 

“can you stay with me?” 

can you stay with me. rang in her ears like a song. don’t smile. dont fucking smile.

“yeah, i’ll stay with you.” 

you brought her inside, and ellie looked around like she had never been here before. the apartment was dark, and you didn’t go to turn on any of the lights. instead, ellie followed you into your room, choosing to ignore the mess that was your apartment. she decided to focus on you, and when you sunk into your bed, ellie was next to you in a heart beat. 

she didn’t move to cuddle you, fearing she would be over stepping. im in your bed. and youre in it too. like a kid on christmas morning, but your soft crying brought her back down to reality. you shifted, bringing your body up against ellie’s for the second time tonight, resting your head on her shoulder with an arm draped over her. ellie wanted to hold her breath, scared you’d move at the slightest movement from her but you were leaning on her for comfort. her whole plan was to comfort you back to normal. 

her hand moved to your back, and the slow circles she rubbed lulled you to sleep. but ellie was still wide awake. 

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[darling-im-wonderstruck]

hello ^-^ i’d like to request a meet-cute w peter in which they have mixed up orders in a cafe? ty!

sugar rush.

synopsis : your day starts as it always does, but little did you know, your daily trip to the cafe down the block would lead to you finding quite a charming boy.

pairing : peter parker x reader

wc : 560 +

warnings : none ! a lottttt of fluff :)

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a/n : hi anon ! <3 thank you for such a cute request !! hope u luvvvv it :) @strawberrystarcake, thank you soooo much for editing, as always <3

your morning starts like usual. you got ready, replied to gwen, confirming that you two were still on for brunch. the answer was yes— but brunch or no brunch, you still needed your morning cup of coffee at your everyday cafe down the block. so you embark on your daily walk to said cafe. you quite enjoyed the calm and cozy atmosphere that the space provided, though you wouldn’t be staying for long, given you had plans. “[y/n] and… newter?” the barista called out, almost immediately, you stand up and head to the cashier, unintentionally accompanied by a boy who looked too awake for the time of morning it was. “it’s peter, actually.” he smiles and the woman behind the cashier apologizes as he took his drink, and so did you.  hm, peter. his hair was styled with a little to much gel for some, he sported a warm, thin-lipped smile on his face, and he had a t-shirt that read “the physics is theoretical, but the fun is real” which you grinned at.

your train of thought was interrupted as soon as you took a sip of your coffee. immediately, the overwhelmingly sweet taste of vanilla and caramel hit your tongue.

you pause. that was not what you’d ordered. you took a look at your cup to read the order, instead of your name, you see the name “Newter” with a smiley face right beside it. you couldn’t help but smile. you turned in his direction and your eyes met, “peter? i think i got your order. i took a sip, do you mind?”  “oh! not at all, i drank some of yours too, do you… seriously drink this?” he chuckles shyly. oh, you had to admit, the boy was cute. “at least im not inhaling a cup of melted sugar every morning!” you respond, a clearly fake look of disgust on your face, causing peter to laugh. “this tastes like dirt.” he looks at the cup and scans your order, “pure black coffee? that’s honestly concerning.” “well, if you’d like, we can move on and agree to disagree with each other's life choices.” you playfully roll your eyes. he was beginning to pique your interest every passing second. you started to notice more about him; how he constantly had his hands in his pockets, he must be nervous, how his nose seemed to be just a little crooked, how his one eyebrow was a little wilder compared to the other. “mm, alright then,” he hesitates for a moment, “d’you wanna sit with me?” perhaps he found you interesting too. you wince, not because you didn’t want to, but because you were going to be late to meet up with gwen. “aw, i’m really sorry, it’s just that-“ “no, no, it’s okay. i mean it’s kinda crazy that, me, a stranger would ask to sit with you, i mean it’s probably-“ “actually, can i have your number?” you ask, an almost a cautious tone in your voice. “wait, seriously?” he says, he looks as if he’s victorious as soon as you asked him. “i’d like to see if you’re just as sweet as your drink.” you two smile at each other, in silence for a moment. you try to ignore the flush of pink on his cheeks (and the heat rising to yours) as you gave him your phone. he immediately puts in his number and his contact name: ur daily dose of sweetness. you couldn't help but giggle. “i’ve gotta get going… but it was wonderful meeting you, newter.” you joke, his face scrunches up as he laughs. “it was wonderful meeting you too, [y/n].”

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[stereodaydreams]

Safe & Sound

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader, 2.3k (18+, smut, oral(f!reciving), pnv sex, established relationships, use of baby/baby girl, no y/n, smidge of angst)

Notes: I write for another fandom in a different blog and couldn’t help but jump on the Miguel train. 💛✨

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Nueva York’s metro moves like a metal bullet tearing into a lavender and yellow sunrise. Birds break out into the skies, traveling from one tree to the next. Steam rises from vents as those waking rush to heat their homes, covering the streets and taxis in a man made fog. The thick mist drifts past cafes where open signs have just flipped and welcome bells ring. But high up on the 76th floor of a condominium, two bodies intertwine beneath warm sheets, too far to be awoken by the commotion.

Miguel’s legs drape over the edge of a bed, bare feet caught in strips of golden sunlight. It’s a king sized bed and somehow he manages to spill out of it, especially when he bullies his way over into your side, broad shoulders blotting out the sun and keeping you in the shadows where your sleep remains undisturbed.

There’s a wide gap from where his side of the bed should be. No matter how many times you tease him about a hostile takeover of what little domain you have of the king sized mattress, Miguel finds a way to fit himself around you. Your bare skin is warm and soft against his. You smell like a blend of your body wash, the pile of bed sheets, and a little like him and it drives him fucking wild. He’ll take whatever time he can have pressed up against you because... well.

Being Spider-Man is more demanding than a full time job. Try as hard as he might, there are nights where his superhero duties don’t end in a timely fashion and you sleep alone with a hand on his pillow. He tells you it’s because no one else can do what he does and… well, it’s half of the truth.

“I’m the one and only Spider-Man,” he laments to you. “The city needs me.”

“You have to come back in one piece. Promise?” you ask as worry etches itself on your face and on your body.

Large fingers wrap around your chin and Miguel pulls you in for a chaste but sweet kiss. Brown eyes blink slowly and his cheeks wrinkle in a smile.

“Always,” Miguel answers.

While you know his big superhero secret identity, there’s another secret that’s he’s been keeping from you— a little white lie. Miguel O’Hara is the only Spider-Man of Earth-928 but he’s not the only Spider-Man. He’s seen alternate realities, other universes where he’s an ordinary man working at a lab while a teenager gets bit and becomes Spider-Man or one where he’s a bodybuilder turned movie star. The multiverse is vast and entertaining to pick apart until Miguel gets a peek of realities that make his stomach twist and drop.

The fortunate events which link you two together often leads to roads where one of you is doomed to an early grave. So he decides he doesn’t want to leave your lives up to chance. Everyday, he whittles at his algorithms, tinkers with new wrist tech, all in the hopes of containing the status quo of his reality.

Miguel’s confident. Statistically, there has to be a reality where it all ends well for you both and it very well may be this one.

He watches your chest rise and fall as you doze and slowly moves his arm from your waist to your wrist. His fingers idly trace a band of metal on your ring finger and he smiles to himself, turning his gaze to a matching gold band on his hand.

You’re his, as he is yours and you are here, alive and safe and—

Miguel buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. Your back tenses as you wake, lungs inflating from a quick and deep inhale. With one eye open, you find the time on a wall clock and wince at the numbers you see.

“Mig…” you protest. It’s early, but not unreasonably so and you wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t your day off together. No superhero business, no work calls, just the two of you and a lazy morning. “Five more minutes. No… wait, half an hour.”

“Baby,” he purrs back in your ear.

You make a noise while burying your face into the pillow, your body twisting away from his grasp. Miguel laughs and exhales a warm breath that tickles the nape of your neck.

“Are you still tired?” he asks, voice low and laced with desire.

You know that tone and if his wandering hands slipping from your waist to your backside are any kind of indicator, Miguel won’t be letting you slumber for much longer. You can’t help it. Your back arches to his touch, lips parting in a half moan.

“Mhmm,” you mumble, your face digging into cotton as you nod. “Can’t wake up m’too sleepy.”

He chuckles, chest vibrating against your back. You’re lucky he finds you cute. Miguel’s palm grips your butt and gives it a small squeeze before the weight behind you dips as he shuffles his large body further down the bed. His hands engulf your thighs, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulls them apart. You’ve no choice but to reorient yourself onto your back, following his movement down your thighs.

“Mig, what are you up to?” You eye him warily with a lazy smile tugging at your lips. Your vision blurs as your eyelids threaten to shut.

He lays a kiss on your inner thigh. Bright red tints the edges of his eyes, threatening to spill over and replace the soft brown.

“Do you need help waking up?” At your nod, he continues, “That’s what I’m up to.”

He smirks, fangs catching the light of the morning sun and it’s gone once his face dips lower. His tongue drags along the seam of your sex, dipping between your folds for a quick taste. Miguel lets out a rumbling sound, pushing his face in deeper to breathe you in. Your fingers work their way into his hair but your grip is loose, a sleepy sort of pawing at his head. Still half awake, your thighs are slack, tensing only as his tongue rises and reaches a hard nub of nerves.

“Mig…” you moan, eyes fluttering shut.

“That’s my baby. Come here.”

A hand wraps around your back and lifts your hips up for him while thick fingers prod at your cunt. Miguel wraps his lips around your clit, licking flat, broad strokes as amber eyes watch you writhe and jolt beneath him.

“You don’t look so sleepy anymore,” he goads. You shake your head and he chuckles. “No?”

“Nuh uh-h. Oh god—”

He eases two fingers in knuckle deep, groaning at how wet they get. Pumping them in slowly, Miguel curls them around sensitive nerves, feeling you clench down on his hand. It’s easy to lose yourself to the feel of your husband’s mouth on you and the stretch of his fingers pounding into you, but you eventually notice something’s off.

You can feel him grinning while he licks and swirls his tongue around your swollen nub, hands beginning to slow to a halt. His fingers pull almost all the way out you, causing your eyes to finally open and a noise of protest leaves your lips.

“Mig—” you begin, swallowing down a hiccupy moan. “Miguel, please.”

Miguel raises an eyebrow at you, shrugs his shoulders like he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Wicked as ever, his tongue moves at unrelenting speeds. Heat flares from your abdomen, thighs twitching out of your control. Between you and him, there’s a damp mess between your legs as Miguel bullies your clit. Your hips try to chase his fingers as they leave you for good, desperate to clench around something, anything. You let out a sob when he stops to press a kiss to your clit.

“Babe!” you cry out, pulling harshly at his hair.

His face rises just enough for you to spot how drenched his chin is. A pink tongue darts around his lips and he smirks.

“You want it, baby girl?” His voice takes on a rougher quality as he challenges you. Large fingers push at your cunt, almost in but not quite. “Work for it.”

Your limbs are still heavy from sleep but the need to feel Miguel makes you roll your hips until you feel yourself push down and squeeze around his fingers. He doesn’t move though, grins wider while he watches you fuck yourself on his hand.

“Isn’t that better?” Miguel asks like he doesn’t know the answer. The hand on your back slips away, flattening onto the bed as he rises above you. You’re too busy trying to follow his other hand to realize he’s right by your head, wide shoulders blotting out the morning sun.

Breath hot and heavy, he snarls in your ear, “Does it feel good when you listen?”

“Mhmm!”

You cling to him, clumsily grabbing his arms as an anchor. Between gasps and moans, his name is a chant on your lips, drawing him closer.

Miguel’s an odd entity. Without the mask, he’s soft with you, cracks smiles throughout the day and fills your ears with loving whispers of devotion. He’s not demanding of you in the way that he is with his team of superheroes at his beck and call. You’ve overheard him being prickly and impatient when things don’t go to his plans, seen him bare his teeth in anger. But never at you.

In here, where the sheets are silken, the atmosphere a little lighter, a little slower… Miguel’s a different man.

“You’re so close… I can feel it,” he growls out. He places a hand on your hip to still your twisting form and it’s infuriating how little effort he uses to hold you like a limp doll. With slick sounds, his fingers slide in and out of you, dragging across taut nerves. “Not yet, baby girl. Not yet.”

“Mig, please. I need you. I need…”

“Hmm?” He lays a kiss on your cheek, lips lifting in a smirk. Miguel wanders down, repeating his hummed reply, kissing your jaw and nipping at your neck. “Say it again.”

You whine and rake your nails across the broad expanse of his shoulders, drawing red lines on sun-kissed skin. “Need you in me, Miguel.”

Your words seep through his skin and into his bones. Every fiber of him aches for you. He’s the king of edging himself, of self control as he fights to ignore the throbbing twitch of his cock. You call to him once more, needy and desperate for him, and Miguel’s done. His hips rut forward, seeking your soaked cunt and he finds it, the fat head of him nudging at your entrance.

He groans out your name, head hung forward and his hands splaying around your face. The sheets strain from his claws retracting and returning and all you see in his eyes are red. Miguel’s shoulders push into the backs of your knees as he hinges forward, forcing your thighs further open for him. There’s mumbled Spanish flowing past his lips as he claims you slowly, your husband taking his sweet time filling you up.

“Fuck, sweet girl. My wife. So fucking tight for me,” he groans.

The pace he sets is fast and devastatingly deep. Miguel reaches spots that makes you incoherent, makes your head toss back as you spew whatever your fucked out mind can give him. It’s messy, rough and he fucks you like you’d never break. And you never do. You always give him what he needs and knowing that brings him to his knees.

Red eyes find you in the waves of passion and Miguel’s looking at you as though this moment is finite. He’s never going to tell you about the other you’s— can’t let you know the statistics which haunt him daily.

Instead, Miguel devours your every moan, lips crushing yours so he can taste you as you tremble. You’re impossibly tight around him, muscles clamping down on him and skin slick with sweat. Your nails mark his back and shoulders, smaller fingers winding into his curls and tugging hard. He can feel you falling off the edge and leans into it, all too happy to chase the end with you.

His hand works its way between you, firm thumb rubbing tight circles around your clit. There’s no reprieve from the cascade of sensations he’s building. Miguel chases your climax until you come around him with a cry of his name.

“Yes, baby girl. Fuck. Fuck,” he moans.

Hips rutting faster, cock pushing you towards hypersensitivity, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you in close. His back muscles seize beneath your hands as he comes with a groan. Miguel’s muttering your name in a breathy chant, hips slowing to a roll as more of his thick spend fills you.

His nose bumps yours, eyes brimming with warmth and fondness. It should feel dirty and hot with how wet it sounds between your legs but you don’t hear it when Miguel murmurs in your ear.

“Still sleepy?” he coos.

You grab at his cheeks and squeeze, receiving an eye roll on his part. He’s handsome but stubborn, your husband.

“Mig…” you laugh. “Can’t feel my bones after that.”

He nuzzles your cheek and hums an acknowledgment. You’re warm, still clinging to him in more than one way. Outside, the sky’s turned blue as the sun finds its way through the windows, shining brightly on your skin. Beads of sweat caught on your neck and chest glitter in the light. He’s never seen anything as beautiful as you.

“Breakfast?” he offers.

“Shower,” you insist and twist your hips to remind him of the stickiness which coats both your bodies.

“Mmm. But I like you like this,” Miguel teases. He rolls his hips, cock still hard and buried deep, eliciting a moan from your lips. “So full of me, baby.”

“I like it, too,” you answer and squeeze his cheek again.

Miguel smiles as if he’s a man unburdened. Here in Spiderman 2099’s universe, you’re safe and sound.

#my fics #astv #miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 #atsv miguel #fem!reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #miguel x you #spider man 2099 x reader

[fxrmuladaydreams]

Hi! I'm in quite an angsty mood at the minute, so my blurb request us for something a little sad with Lando. Could I request an angst with two prompts (9 + 131). I'm thinking like Lando gets in a crash and reader is scared of losing him, so she stays by his side, and happy ending - Lando is okay? Tysm! Hope you're doing well lovely 😘

send me thoughts/blurb requests (sfw & nsfw) for lando weekend

notes: this one is angsty guys, but there’s a happy ending. also please forgive me if i do horribly at describing the crash and the hospital setting, i am not a mechanic nor am i a doctor

warnings: car crash, hospitalization

A silence fell over the track as the papaya colored car rammed into the wall. He was doing well, second only behind Max. He was driving through a chicane, weaving back and forth, until he started sliding around. The car had spun out off the track, then collided with the wall.

A red flag was called immediately, the other drivers all making their way back to the pit lane. You stared up at the screens in the garage. The front of the car was crumpled, the black number four now bent up. You could hear Lando’s engineer talking, asking for Lando to respond, to say he was okay.

Smoke started to rise from the car into the air.

You felt your heart drop and pound in your chest simultaneously.

The safety car is quick to get to his car, pulling his unmoving body out of the crumpled car. They put him in the safety car, and drive off towards the medical car.

You want to go to him, to see him, to see that he’s still alive, that he’s okay. You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn to see Oscar standing next to you.

“I’m sure he’s okay. The damage was mostly to the front of the car. Plus the halo took most of the hit to the wall.” He tells you softly.

You know Oscar has a talent for being passive, but you can tell he’s struggling to hold his emotions together. Oscar joins you at the hospital they’re keeping Lando at once the race has finished. He sits with you while you sit next to your boyfriend, holding his hand.

He’s got wires connected to him, and a heart monitor attached, the steady beeping giving you a bit of hope. The doctors say he’s alright, he just needs to wake up. He had fainted due to the crash, and his body had shut down. He’s recuperating, they said. He just needs to wake up on his own.

Oscar leaves once visiting hours are over, heading back to the hotel to rest. You opt to stay with Lando, just in case anything happens, in case he wakes up.

You spend the night sleeping in an uncomfortable chair, leaning against his hospital bed. When you wake up, Lando is still unconscious, his breathing still steady.

You didn’t think it would take this long for Lando to wake up. Was there something more that the doctors didn’t tell you? Should he be awake by now?

You feel a few tears start to trail down your cheeks as you look at your boyfriend. His face is slightly pale, it’s odd seeing as he likes to keep up with his tan. His hair is matted down, less fluffy than usual. His chest slowly rises and falls with every breath he takes.

“Wake up Lando, please. I’ve gotten used to seeing your stupid face everyday, you can’t take that away from me.” You attempt to joke. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” You say sincerely.

You lean your head down on his arm, crying into the fabric of his hospital gown.

“Why are you crying love?” His voice is rough, almost scratchy, but you recognize it immediately.

Your head shoots up at see Lando giving you a tired smile. You throw your arms around him, pulling him into a bone crushing hug, only pulling away when you hear him groan.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” You wipe at your eyes frantically. “I should get the nurse.” You stand up and start to step away when Lando tugs on your hand.

He doesn’t really have any strength, but you turn back to him.

“Stay? Just for a minute?” He shifts a little, creating a space next to him on the bed for you to lay.

You nod and lay down next to him.

He tells you about the crash, about the fear coursing through him as he spun waiting for the impact. He tells you that the last thing he remembers was thinking about you, about how he wished you weren’t watching the screens so you wouldn’t have to see it.

“I won’t leave you. Not like this. I’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you. It doesn’t matter how much I crash, I’ll always come back to you.”

You spend a little while with him before a nurse comes in to check on him, surprised that he’s awake. She’s quick to shoo you out of the bed, but you keep yourself planted at his side. You’re not leaving him anytime soon.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris #lando weekend #ln4 #formula one x reader

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Like 91% of the population, you were now and would always be a beta. Except when your roommate moves out suddenly and fate connects you with Alpha Eddie Munson. After that, things start to change.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (Coming Soon)

Pairing: Alpha Eddie Munson x Female Omega Reader

Word Count: 10.4 k

Tags: Omegaverse and everything that goes with it (knotting, nesting, scenting, heats, ruts, breeding kink, biting, you get the idea), college student reader, mechanic Eddie, panty sniffing but not from who you probably think, reader is a little freak but it's just her new instincts, a few instances were reader expresses body insecurities, talks of infertility, minor Steve Harrington x Chrissy Cunningham, and they were roommates! ⚠️ 21+ MDNI ⚠️

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All through public school sex education classes, you were told that if you didn’t experience signs of presenting during a certain time period, you never would. Most people don’t. That was certainly the case for you. Puberty came and went without the slightest hint of a secondary gender.

Even as society around you exists in the midst of a massive fertility crisis, more than 91% of the population is classified as beta. Experts in the field predicted that with the rapidly declining birth rates that we might see a rise in alpha and omega pairings but so far that has not been the case. No viable differences were seen until last year when the number of known alphas increased by a meager .2%.

Still, many beta couples continue to seek assistance with conceiving a child, which is part of the reason why you decided that would be your field of study. Currently a third year med student at a university, whose promising research in the field is making headlines all over the world, you hoped one day to become a fertility consultant. Helping all those who wish to start a family achieve their dream. 

Ever since you could remember you’ve wanted to help people. In grade school you helped the new student find their way around. You helped the teacher with everyday classroom tasks. Everywhere you went, if you saw someone in need of a helping hand, you provided. Reaching a box of cereal from the top shelf at the grocery store and placing it with a smile in the elderly man’s basket. Helping a lost little girl in the park, you saw on your morning jog, find her mother. Offering to spend your first weekend off in a month helping your roommate move into her new place. Even though that meant you were now a one income dwelling, who wouldn’t be sustained for long on your meager university coffee house earnings.

After helping her, you arrived back to your suddenly empty two bedroom apartment. The immediate urgency for you to find a replacement roommate became very real, very fast. 

The next day you posted fliers all over campus, including the coffee shop, the library, even at the athletic center! You asked your friend Robin to stick some up on the bulletin board at her job as well.

“I actually might know someone,” her eyes flashed quickly from the flier to you, “Someone who could, in theory, move in before next weekend if that's cool with you.”

You practically leaped at her offer, “Absolutely! What’s her name?”

“His name is Eddie and he’s a—“

“Oh,” you’d never had a male roommate before. You considered this new development until glancing at the clock on the wall. You were going to be late for class! While voicing your thoughts about her proposal, you were already headed towards the door, “I guess as long as he’s not a total slob and pays his part of the rent on time that’s all that matters. Give him my number and tell him to call me, I gotta go!”

“Wait! There’s one more thing,” Robin tries to scream after you but you're already running out the front door of the Family Video. 

She watches your car pull away and shakes her head as she forwards your contact info, “Oh well, she’ll figure it out on her own pretty quickly.”

Tuesday was always your longest day. First the opening shift with the morning rush of tired college kids desperate for their caffeine fix. Working what felt like nonstop until noon, followed by classes until after 8:00 at night. By the time you trudged your tired ass back to your apartment, all you wanted to do was sleep. Days like today were why you started leaving a pillow and blanket on the couch because sometimes taking those few extra steps to the bedroom were simply out of the question. 

Collapsing into the cushions, you felt your eyes get heavy and all your muscles finally relaxed. Sleep would come easy tonight.

Until the buzzing of your phone brought you back from the edge of sleepy bliss. You had a text from an unknown number.

Hey, this is Eddie. Robin’s friend. She said you needed a roommate! That’s such a coincidence because I’m a mate who needs a room. 

You couldn’t help the little bud of a smile that grew as you looked at the laughing emoji he added to the end of the text. Is it allowed to make first impressions from a single text? Oh well, your initial impression, he’s a goofball. Playful sort of boy next door, childhood friends in another life maybe. Meeting him in person couldn’t hurt right? Robin wouldn’t have suggested it to you if she didn’t think the two of you would get along.

Hi Eddie, I’m free tomorrow after 5 if you want to stop by and take a look. Try it before you buy it right?

You found yourself holding your phone waiting for his response. Eyes suddenly a little less heavy than before. He didn’t keep you waiting long.

It has four walls, a door, and comes with a sweetheart like you? Consider it sold!

Sweetheart? Sure Robin probably told him you're a nice person and all but that’s a little, buzz. Your thoughts were interrupted as he messaged again.

Sorry, I hope that didn't come across as pushy. I don’t want you to think I’m some stereotype. I try not to act like an entitled jerk all the time. It’s just, Robin showed me a picture of the two of you at the lake last summer and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think you were pretty.

The thought that he knew what you looked like and was still sending you cheeky messages made you happier than you’d like to admit. You remembered that trip and knew exactly what picture she must have shown him. It was one of the few where you actually felt good about yourself. With another yawn, you typed a response.

You could make it up to me by leveling the playing field? I should know who I’m expecting to meet tomorrow and possibly share a place with. 

Within just a few minutes an image appeared on the screen. He was straddling a vintage motorcycle with a helmet in his hands. Oh. 

You weren’t sure what caught your eye more, his soft looking curly hair, his dark chocolate eyes, or those dimples in his cheeks from the smile he was flashing the camera. He followed the picture up with another message.

Rob told me you were in class all day so I’ll leave you alone since you’re probably tired. Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow around 5 roomie!

You should be annoyed. First he calls you sweetheart. Then he has the nerve to tell you to go to sleep, like you’re a child who was up past their bedtime. Then to top it all off, this man has the audacity to assume that just because you exchanged a few texts that he can move right in? Who does he think he is? You should be annoyed– but you’re not. Quite the opposite actually, you just got a little more excited for tomorrow. You fell asleep on the couch with that spout of a smile still growing slowly on your lips. 

Heading home after class the next day felt different. Instead of going home stressing about an exam or worrying about how you are going to pay next month's rent, you feel a touch of nervousness mingling with the excitement for a first meeting. You secretly hoped that Eddie was as cute in person as his picture.

Fate was smiling on you today because class had gotten out a little early giving you just enough time to straighten up the apartment before Eddie arrived. 

You hung a clean hand towel up in the bathroom, put fresh sheets on the bed that your old roommate left behind and smiled when you lit the pine scented candle that sat on the coffee table. Happy that you could get one more light out of it before it would need to be replaced. You fluffed the decorative throw pillows on the couch and finally closed the door to your own room before waiting to hear the knock on the door.

When that noise finally echoed through the quiet air you felt your body shiver with anticipation. You let out a reassuring breath, hoping it would calm your nerves and opened the door.

“Hey!” he smiled as brightly as the picture he’d sent you while he greeted you by name, “So? Am I as cute as my picture? Because you certainly are.”

Add big flirt to your first impressions. He was definitely laying on the charm but you were also falling for it hook line and sinker, “Hi Eddie, it’s nice to meet you. Come on in!”

You offered your arm in a welcoming gesture. He stepped inside and brushed past you ever so slightly. He must be wearing a strong cologne. Just that quick pass had your senses overwhelmed with the earthy, woodsy smell.

“So this is the common area,” you pointed out all the usual necessities, “Here’s the bathroom, there’s the kitchen. Off to the side there is a little dining table but I’ll be honest I think I’ve used it once. I usually end up eating on the couch.” He commented on how it was a nice place and that it was so close to his work he could walk when the weather got nice again. 

“Where do you work?”

He closed the kitchen cabinet he’d been snooping in and turned to you, “I’m a mechanic over at Murray’s Auto Repair. Rob said you work at the coffee shop on campus, what’s your field of study, young scholar?” 

“Medical. I’m studying to be a fertility specialist,” you made small talk with him as you walked over to show him where his room is… would be! Where his room would be, if you think he’d be a good fit, “Here’s the other room. My old roommate said I could keep the bed and the dresser but if you already have those we can donate these since they’re in pretty good shape.”

He nodded, “Nah they look alright to me. I’m currently crashing on a friend's couch so this would be a huge upgrade.” He inspected the door handle, “Does this door not have a lock?”

“No, mine doesn’t lock either. I always figured it was because they are interior doors?” you shrugged and joined him as he inspected the boring metal doorknob, “They make portable locks you could always use.”

“Yeah, those things aren’t very strong though and when I’m in rut I can get pretty–” you cut him off.

“I’m sorry, when you're in what?”

The complete shock in your eyes and slack jaw had him pulling back a bit from you. A dejected huff through his nose, accompanied by a shake of the head told you he wasn’t too pleased with your question, “I thought Rob told you?”

“She didn’t tell me anything besides your name and the fact you were looking for a place,” you swallowed hard. You were in your third year of med school, you knew damn well what a rut was but the problem here was that only alphas experience them so if he… the wheels clicked in your head and you suddenly felt small standing beside him, “You’re an alpha?”

He crossed his arms, “Is that a problem? I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable so you just say the word and I’m gone.”

His messages last night suddenly made a little more sense. He didn’t want to come across as a stereotypical hotheaded, asshole alpha. Truthfully though, he had been nothing but respectful so far. He had a steady job and already offered to pay your half of the rent for the first month! He even promised to do half the household chores. Honestly, he seemed like a great candidate for a roommate. Why should his status change any of that?

You shook your head, “No it’s alright.” You rocked on your heels with your hands held behind your back, trying to restore the conversation to its former comfort level, “So, when can you move in?”

His smile reappeared, but he didn’t answer your question. He instead turned and belly flopped onto the bed, you heard a deep sigh escape his mouth, “Shit, can I stay here tonight? I really don’t want to sleep on that couch again.” He turned on his hip and looked at you from the bed, “You know Rob’s friend Steve?” You shook your head, you’d only known Robin since the spring semester and hadn’t met any of her friends yet, “Well Harrington’s a great guy but he’s a family man now and can’t have a lonely alpha crashing on his couch anymore.”

You stood awkwardly in the doorway, unsure if you should intrude on the space he just claimed, “Is Steve also an alpha?”

“Yeah. He and I had been living together for years before he met that sweet Chrissy of his,” he collapsed on his back and stared at the ceiling, “They had a kid, cute little boy, a few months ago and I lost my room.”

“Is Chrissy an omega?” you were mentally taking notes. Before Eddie came waltzing through your door, you’d never gotten the chance to talk to someone with a secondary gender at length before. There were some alphas you knew of in your classes throughout the years, mostly because all of them were loud and obnoxious about it. But none that you ever felt compelled to converse with. If they were cool with it, maybe they could answer some questions for the paper your gender sciences professor just assigned. Having some first hand alpha/omega pairbond experience would be great for your research. 

“Nah,” well nevermind, considering the low omega presentation rates you’d have been shocked if that was the case. You could always talk to Eddie about what it’s like to be an unmated alpha. He continued, “Never actually had the pleasure of meeting one. I hear they are crazy sweet though.”

You asked Eddie if he needed to go get anything from Steve’s place tonight, to which he just insisted he’d go tomorrow while you were in class. You had been so anxious for his arrival that you forgot to eat so you offered to cook dinner for him. 

“You really don’t have to,” he tried to stop you but then his stomach growled loud enough that it was probably heard from the hallway by a passing neighbor. 

You both looked at each other and you tried not to laugh at his embarrassed expression, but it wasn’t working, “So is ramen ok? If you’re going to live with a starving college student you’re going to have to eat like one. Not that you aren’t welcome to bring in your own food or whatever. I can clear a shelf off for you.” With that you got distracted reorganizing the sparse contents of the fridge, “There. We can put shared items in the middle, I’ll put the things I buy on the bottom and you can have the top shelf.”

You opened the door wider with a smile as he admired your work. You decided after dinner you’d do the same thing with the cabinets and clear a space just for him, “Ok now I’ve definitely worked up an appetite,” reaching up into the cupboard you presented him with two options, “Do you want spicy or regular?”

He gave in. Already, barely an hour in the apartment, and he knew he was no match for you, “Spicy. Thanks, sweetheart.”

You turned on whatever movie was already in the machine while you cooked and then just a few minutes later you were placing a simple bowl of noodles in front of him. He inhaled them, “That was delicious. I’m doing the dishes!” you were about to protest, “No, don’t even try to argue with me. You've already done enough and I’ve only lived here about 2 hours! I can’t have you doing everything for me. I need to pull my weight.”

“Fine, but sit down and finish the movie first.”

He sat on the opposite end of the couch from you. You chose to ignore the little tug that wished he sat closer to you. 

“Is that candle what I’m smelling?” he asked abruptly.

“Probably,” you leaned towards the coffee table and read him the label, “Evergreen Forest?”

His brows furrow, “No, this is sweeter.” He laughed, “When I first stepped in here I thought you were baking cookies, it was so sweet. I still haven’t been able to figure out where it's coming from.”

“Maybe one of the neighbors is baking something?” You weren’t really sure how to respond because you also had no idea what he could be smelling. You weren’t one for perfume and none of your soaps, shampoos, or body wash smelled sweet. At least he didn’t say the apartment smelled bad.

“Sorry, I’m being weird,” he brought you out of your daydream, “Alpha nose,” he poked himself in the tip of his nose, “I’m really sensitive to scent.”

“It’s ok! I find secondary genders fascinating. It’s part of the reason I chose to study fertility.”

He laughed and twisted himself to face you more from his spot on the couch, “Ah, I see. That’s why you let me move in so fast. Using my body for science hm?”

You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not so you deflated a little, “No of course not. I just think the phenomenon is interesting. Growing up I always hoped one day I would present, especially after I was told I can’t have kids.”

His laughing faded. The familiar sad, almost pitying look appeared that everyone gives you when you tell them. You’re not shy about it and you don’t care who knows. Despite having been focused entirely on building your career since you turned 18 and got that news, you do get asked by outsiders quite often when you’re going to settle down and have kids. 

Here comes the inevitable follow up question. He asks you if you want kids, “I’d love to start a family someday.” You shrug and anxiously rub your knees, “I’m painfully single though, so, one step at a time I guess.”

His laughter was quickly becoming your favorite sound in the world, “Me too! Do you mind if I ask how old you are?”

“I’m 26,” you smiled, “What about you?”

“27. I presented when I was 17 and after I finally managed to graduate high school I went to a trade school to become a mechanic.” He laughed again to himself, “Not that I needed any of it. Already learned all there was to learn from my uncle.”

The title screen of the movie playing in the background and the thought of your 6 AM shift were shoved aside as you spent hours talking with him on the couch. You learned where he grew up, that he played in a band for fun with his friends, and that he was a giant nerd. Everything from Dungeons and Dragons, to Lord of the Rings, to Star Wars. He loved all of it. 

You told him about your hobbies outside of school as well. He asked you questions about what kind of music you like, what your favorite color is, and listened to you talk about the things that interested you. It was kind of alarming how comfortable you already felt with him. He was incredibly easy to talk to. Finally, your body knew you’d regret staying up any later than you already had. You yawned.

“Alright pretty girl I’ve bothered you long enough. Go get some sleep,” he raised an arm and rubbed the back of his neck, “Are you sure it’s ok if I stay here tonight? I know it’s short notice and I wouldn’t want you to feel like you had to let me stay. I can move in officially this weekend if that works better.” 

You surrendered. Standing right up and following his order, “It’s fine Eddie. I offered you the room didn’t I? Besides,” you yawned again, “Since you’re covering rent next month you might as well get your money's worth. Although I don’t have any extra blankets,” another yawn became the final nail in your coffin, “All I had was that sheet. I might have some pillows in the linen closet,” you went to check but he stopped you with his words.

“You’re too kind, fair maiden. I don’t need much when I sleep anyways,” he gestured to himself, “Alpha’s usually run pretty hot.” You snorted and shook your head. As different as he is, you can definitely tell he’s still an alpha. He rose from the couch with a deep bow, “I look forward to our adventures together as roommates,” he flicked his hair back up and flashed you a great view of those dimples, “Good night sweetheart.”

Eddie moved in his stuff little by little, the whole process took nearly a week. When you returned home each day you would notice a few new additions here and there. He stuck his shampoo in the bathroom, there was a six pack of beer on his shelf in the refrigerator, and you could typically hear music playing from his room at night. Finally the last item, a second guitar amp, landed in his now fully lived in room. 

It had officially been a week since he moved the last of his stuff in and the two of you fell into a routine. Eddie’s shifts at the shop were usually the same time you were in class. If he got home before you and made some food, he left you a container on your shelf in the fridge. The last few times he’d started leaving a note on the container labeled “Roomie!” a little heart with bat wings drawn with markers that he definitely swiped from your backpack.  Tonight you were getting home first and decided to surprise him for being the world's best roommate. 

Your mind thought back to yesterday as you got started. You had just gotten out of the shower when he mentioned that sweet smell again. You figured he might have a sweet tooth so you decided to make cookies for him.

You tied your hair back and put on the apron you’d found on clearance after Valentine’s Day. It was pink with little conversation hearts scattered everywhere. A picture of a ladybug and the caption Love Bug written across the chest. After completing the scene with some of your favorite music playing softly in the background, you started to work.

After grabbing the flour and sugar, your cheeks felt warm. You had to check the clock to confirm, you’d only been working for a few minutes and you already felt flushed. As though you had been working in the summer heat for hours. You opened the small window that was situated beside your dining table and the cold winter air wafted into the warm kitchen.  It helped a bit. 

Setting the heat in your cheeks aside, you forgot about it after a while. You didn’t even realize how focused on your task you’d become. You felt relaxed. Every care of the outside world was gone. After mixing the last ingredient, the chocolate chips, into the dough and scooping them onto the baking sheet, you put them in the oven. 

“Hm,” you mused to yourself while looking through the cabinet. Wondering if you had the ingredients to make an icing to write #1 roomie on one of the cookies. 

Your mission was successful and while the cookies baked you whipped up a small amount. Giving you just enough time to do the dishes before pulling the cookies out to cool. You checked the time again. It was just after 5:00 and you knew Eddie would be back soon. Scooping the icing into a small ziplock baggie, you tried your best to write on the uneven surface. He walked in just after you finished the last letter.

“Hi Eddie!” You smiled brightly, proud of your work. Then you held out a small plate to him with the cookie, “I made this for you!”

He froze. His body went rigid there in the door frame. For the first time since you met, there was an uncomfortable silence. He just stared at you for a moment. Then, without a word, walked over, grabbed the plate from your hand and went into his room. Leaving you standing there in the kitchen dazed, confused, and if you were honest with yourself, a little sad.

You didn’t see him again that night. He stayed in his room. Replaying that event in your mind you cleaned up, left the rest of the cookies in a tupperware container on the counter, and headed to bed. 

You tried to sleep but the more you pondered, your sadness turned to annoyance. You needed to complain about him so you called Robin. 

“Hey! What’s up?” she sounded cheerful, “Isn’t it way past your bedtime?”

You offered a curt pity laugh, “Haha, very funny. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, I’m assuming based on your tone there’s trouble in roommate heaven?” She nailed it and your frustrations poured out like a waterfall.

“I made him cookies and he acted like I committed a crime. He gave me this look, didn’t say anything, snatched the cookie I offered him, and has been hiding in his room ever since. Is he allergic to chocolate? He might as well be with how upset he looked,” you mocked his non existence words, “Oh, I can’t believe the nerve of this girl, making me cookies, letting me move in with her on such short notice! Alpha Jerk.”

Once your rant was over she hummed, “Eddie’s always had a sweet tooth, that doesn’t make any sense. I need more details. What were you wearing?” 

“Just my normal clothes I wore to class today. I did have an apron on to keep my shirt clean, but why should any of that matter?”

She laughed, “Sounds to me like you might’ve broken him. Let me guess you went full domestic goddess?”

“Well I wouldn’t describe it like that but—“

She interrupted you, “Eddie’s a simple alpha babe. An alpha who, by the way, has never been with an omega. You cooking things just for him? Classic omega behavior, you should know that Ms. Smarty-Science-Pants. On top of that, looking like absolute wife material probably had his brain sizzling like a piece of bacon.”

You listened to her but it didn’t matter, “I’m not an omega though.” Your words were more sad than you’d like to think about.

You could hear her exasperated sigh, “His brain doesn’t know that. I’m telling you that’s all it was. He’s probably hiding because he’s got a huge hard on!”

“Robin!” You yelled and immediately listened for any signs that he might’ve heard your yell. You tiptoed to the door and listened. Nothing. You waited until back in the safety of your bed before talking again, “I’ll admit, you might be right about the first part. But,” you heart sank a little, “I doubt he’s in there with a hard on. There’s no way he feels that way about me.”

“Why not?” Robin combated, “You’re fucking adorable! And If he doesn’t, he’s clearly not using those heightened alpha senses of his because anyone would be lucky to have you.”

You bloomed again, “Thanks Robin. I feel a little better. I’m gonna get some sleep. I’ll see you later.”

The next morning you went about your normal routine. If you hadn’t decided to grab some rations from the kitchen to stuff in your backpack in perpetration for a day full of learning, you’d have missed it. There on the counter where you left the container, now a lot more empty than before, sat a little note. Thanks sweetheart. He left his signature bat heart. You smiled to yourself and flashed your eyes to his door. As if it could’ve been anyone else who wrote the note for you. 

A few days after the cookie incident, you and Eddie had resumed your normal interactions. Although, you hadn’t really stopped thinking about what Robin said. You were on the couch watching some random show on TV when he came in from work.

“Hey,” he sounded tired.

“Hey,” you checked the time, “Thought you got off at 5? I was surprised when I beat you home.”

He went, as he always does, to the bathroom and washed his hands. But this time he made a pit stop to set a small sparkly red bag on the coffee table in front of you, “I was supposed to, had to stay and finish fixing this stupid truck. Damn thing is just going to need to be fixed again in three months anyways.” He stood in the bathroom doorway and looked between you and the bag, “That’s for you.”

You felt the color appear on your face, “Me? Why?”

He replaced the towel he’d been wiping his hands on and walked back to the living room, “Dunno, I felt bad I guess about the other day and when I stopped at the store on my way home I saw that little guy and thought of you.” He spoke in a rushed manner like he was trying to get the words out without making a big deal out of it.

You looked inside the bag and found a small brown teddy bear with a red bow tied around its neck. It was so sweet. You held him in your hands and felt the softness of his fur beneath your fingers. 

“I just wanted to say sorry. Not trying to you know, I don’t know. You can just throw it away when I’m not looking or whatever,” Eddie was rambling and it was absolutely adorable.

“No it’s fine. I like him,” you loved him. He was the same color as Eddie’s eyes.

He went to his room after that and must have gone right to sleep because you saw the light from under the door turn off and didn’t hear any music tonight. You sat there on the couch with your new friend for a bit longer and realized something. He only came in with this. If he just happened to see this while already at the store, what did he go to the store for in the first place?

It was one of your rare days off and you were catching up on some laundry. You knew he might view what you were about to ask similarly to the cookies but hey doing laundry in an apartment building is a pain in the ass. If you're going down you might as well bring some of his clothes too. 

You texted him. Hey, I'm doing some laundry. You need anything washed?

He was at work but usually responded pretty quickly if they weren’t busy. They must not be busy. 

Yeah uh sure. That’s cool. Thanks. There’s a little pile in the corner by my guitar.

You were usually really good about respecting the roommate code. You knocked if you needed to get his attention but hadn’t actually been in the second bedroom since he moved in. Only catching quick glimpses when he would enter or exit. 

As soon as you entered, you thought to yourself, My period must be coming. The wall of musky, woodsy scent hit you like a ton of bricks. It was spicy and warm and distinctively Eddie. You stood in the door frame almost trying to catch your breath, Damn it’s probably going to be a rough one, I'm not usually this sensitive.

Once you regained your balance, you learned that Eddie had not one but two guitars. There was a red and black electric one hanging on the wall and a black acoustic one sitting on a stand beside his dresser. He didn’t specify in his message which one you should look by and both of them had piles of wadded up clothing near them. 

Trying not to inhale too deeply for fear of passing out, you pulled the collar of your shirt up over your nose and grabbed the first pile under the electric guitar. A few shirts and what looked to be pants that he might wear under his coveralls at work.

With still a little room in your basket, you made your way to the second pile. Opting to just pick all of it up at once and drop it in with the other clothes. You instantly knew this probably wasn’t the one he wanted you to wash. Sitting on top of your now shared laundry were several pairs of crusty looking socks and balled up boxers that had been hiding under a shirt. 

You knew you should put them back. Recreate the scene and walk away like you never touched them in the first place. Maybe he wouldn’t notice you had disturbed them. That's what you should do. You knew that. But something stirred inside you. You acted almost on instinct and before you could think too hard about it, you were picking up a pair of his green plaid boxer shorts and bringing them up to your nose.

When you inhaled the scent quite literally knocked you down. You fell backwards onto your ass. A euphoric feeling consumed you, it was like nothing you’d ever felt before. Suddenly your cheeks were flushed, your heartbeat quickened, and you knew you needed more. You smelled them again.

The room smelled like Eddie of course, it was his room. All his belongings were in here. He spent a good portion of his time here. But this, this was more somehow. More Eddie. Like someone had taken his scent and bottled it into a cologne. Then accidentally spilled an entire bottle onto this single pair of underwear. 

Coming down from your high you knew you had to leave them here, he’d notice if the pile was completely missing. Thus knowing you touched his underwear like a weird pervert. But he might not notice one pair mysteriously going missing. 

With the green pair still clutched in your dirty fingers, you replaced each soiled item one by one and covered them back up with the shirt. Then stood back on your feet, picked up the laundry basket, and continued your task as though the last few minutes didn’t happen. 

He came home from work that night to a small pile of neatly folded shirts and pants placed carefully on his bed. There was also a small container of take out with his name on it waiting for him in the fridge. You didn’t have the courage to face him that night after what you had done. So you hid away in your room. Leaving him completely unaware of the thievery that had taken place or the hidden treasure that now sat tucked away in your nightstand. 

It was officially one month that you’d been living with Eddie. If he noticed something missing from his wardrobe, he never mentioned it. 

Tonight you were having your first movie night with friends that you hoped to make a weekly occurrence. Robin was already here and tonight you got to meet their mutual friend Steve for the first time when he came over with his partner Chrissy. 

“I poured the popcorn into a few different bowls since it didn’t fit in just one,” Robin said with a smile as she held up two mismatched things of popcorn.

You feigned despair, “Oh no! What’re we gonna do? We can’t let people know that we live like this!” You turned to Eddie and held your cheeks, “What will the neighbors think?”

He laughed, “Your reputation as a good neighbor was probably lost the moment I moved in sweetheart.” His nickname for you became common tongue. You knew it didn’t hold any meaning, just Eddie being, well Eddie.

Robin didn’t approve of your shenanigans, she set the bowls down on the coffee table, “I never should have introduced you two. You're both menaces.” 

“Au contraire!” Eddie defended, “It’s actually a crime that you didn’t introduce us sooner!”

Your heart swelled hearing that, “Aww, you really do care Eddie. Here I was thinking you just used me for my extra room. Is the big bad alpha going soft? 

He smirked, “Nothing soft about me sweetheart.”

“Oh my god can you not make dick jokes for like 5 minutes please?” Robin threw up her hands, “Are we really about to bring another thick headed alpha in here? Seriously, how did you and Steve not kill each other?” 

Your eyes tracked between them as they bickered. Eddie sat in his usual spot on the couch and Robin was about two seconds away from walking back into the kitchen. 

Eddie laughed, “Relax! Steve and I have more sense than that. Besides, he’s got a girlfriend which calmed him down a little.”

“Good, this apartment can only handle one hot alpha,” You blurted out without thinking and instantly regretted it.

Robin, who was no secret to your massive crush on your friend and roommate, covered her laugh and retreated back to the kitchen. Shooting you a look that says you are so on your own with this one.

Eddie just looked at you, for a brief second there was some unreadable emotion there but it quickly turned to a smug grin. His arm swinging over the back of the couch, opening his legs as he crossed one over the other. “Aww you really think I’m hot sweetheart?”

You didn’t answer him. You’d be forever grateful to whoever just knocked on the door. 

On the other side stood a man with fluffy, perfectly placed brown hair and a big smile. Even without the knowledge this man was an alpha, you’d know right away. From the protective arm around this girlfriend’s shoulders and the oozing confidence, this must be none other than Steve Harrington.

Which meant the cute redhead beside him must be Chrissy. She greeted you with a surprise, though not unwelcome, hug, “It’s so great to finally meet you. Eddie’s told us so much about you.”

“Really?” You looked back to Eddie who was uncharacteristically quiet. You decided to just file that in the back of your mind for now, “Come on in! We made popcorn and pizza should be here soon.” Robin had returned and gave Steve a hug. You couldn’t resist the urge to tease her once more, “I hope you don’t mind the mismatched bowls.”

The movie provided an anchor as you got better acquainted with these new friends. You learned that they met through work. Steve is a personal trainer and Chrissy teaches yoga at the community center. Steve was telling you the story of how his jaw literally dropped when Chrissy walked into his gym to inquire about offering classes there. 

Your body language had naturally leaned in while listening to his story. You sat up a little straighter. Your arms braced against your knees as you gave Steve your full attention. Or at least tried to. The frequent twitches you caught from the corner of your eye kept distracting you. Finally you looked over and saw Eddie clenching his fists against his thighs.

You waited until Steve had finished to say something, “Eddie? Are you ok?”  

His eyes were blown wide as he looked in your direction, “Hm? Yeah, I’m fine.” The white knuckles now braced against his chin and the point of his elbow digging into his leg said otherwise.

Steve spoke up before you could, “You sure man? You look like you’re ready to rip somebody’s head off.”

“I said I'm fine!” He snapped. 

In an instant, the once friendly atmosphere turned sour and tense. No one really knew what to do. Everyone looked concerned. Searching for the cause of what had upset him. You however were feeling something very different. All you could think about was touching him. No, not touching, your brain supplied. Scenting. 

You wanted nothing more right now than to nuzzle into his hair and neck. Somehow reassuring him that everything was ok.

Now your eyes were blown wide. Your brain all at once processed this intrusive thought. You knew it was nonsense. It must have come from your lessons during class today. Yeah that’s it. You were still just thinking about today's lecture during gender sciences because you shouldn’t be scenting. That’s something only done by alphas or—

“Who wants dessert?” You jumped up from the couch and headed into the kitchen. You heard footsteps behind you. Someone was following you. You didn’t need to turn and look thought. The sound of the footsteps, his smell, everything about him swirling around inside your very confused mind. 

You opened the freezer and didn’t realize how much you needed the relief of a cool breeze. Standing there with the door open for a moment after grabbing the tub of ice cream felt incredible.  

“Hey,” Eddie’s voice melted your insides. It sounded so soft and comforting, “Are you alright?”

You didn’t want to look at him for fear that just by making eye contact he would somehow know what you had wanted to do. Instead, you chuckled awkwardly and played it off, “Guess I’m just more tired than I thought.”

“No,” Eddie saw right through you, “I’ve seen you tired after a long day. That’s not what this is. Come here.”

Your mind and body were incapable of disobeying him. Even if you hadn’t wanted to, you turned on his command. Closing the freezer door and keeping your eyes locked with his feet. 

He touched your forehead. Eddie had never touched you before. All the nights you spent wondering what the tips of his fingers felt like finally answered. They were calloused from playing guitar, the palm of his hand rough, most likely from his job. But nothing had ever felt more natural. It was fleeting thought because he pulled back already. 

“Jesus Christ you’re burning up,” He went to the bathroom and returned the thermometer, “Holy shit 102?” He called for Robin. 

She came running and you vaguely heard him telling her to go get medicine from the bathroom. He lifted your chin, “You are taking medicine and going right to bed. Do you understand me? No work or class tomorrow for you either.”

“But–”

“I think you should listen to him,” Robin said as she returned followed by Chrissy and Steve to check on you. 

Standing became a labor. You braced yourself against the counter but Eddie caught you and lifted you into his arms. Robin opened the door for him as he carried you to your bed. Everything was starting to blur together. Somehow they made you take the medicine. You’re pretty sure Robin helped you change into some pajamas before you passed out on top of the comforter. That night you had your first dream of Eddie.

The next morning… afternoon? You weren’t sure until you blinked your eyes open. You felt awful. Your skin felt like it was on fire. If you were still running a fever that was not a sign. As soon as you summoned enough strength you ripped all your clothes off only to be horrified by what you felt on the bed beneath you. Your underwear, shorts and the top of the comforter were soaked. You brought your wet hand up to your face to inspect the source.

“Is that?” you spoke to the emptiness, “Slick?”

It should have been impossible. Everything you knew about biology was being thrown out the window and discarded to the wayside. Nothing made sense anymore. You had been and would always be a beta. And yet– your new and now ever present instincts told you otherwise. You were in heat. 

Grasping at the shred of rationality that you regained, you tried to remember everything you’ve ever learned about heats. You knew a few things for certain. One, it was only a matter of time because you were lost to your desires and unable to think about anything except mating. Two, you needed food so that you didn’t have to leave your room again until it subsided. Last? Only omegas experience heats which means that only an alpha would truly make you feel better. 

Tossing your wet clothing to the ground you wobbled naked like a newborn fawn towards your bedroom door. Dripping slick against your bare inner thighs as you tried to walk. You made it to the kitchen where, with fervent desperation, you dug through the cabinets for anything you could bring back with you. Then you went to Eddie’s room and without a second of hesitation opened the door. That was a horrible idea.

Where only the night before was just the scent of Eddie, now your brain was able to recognize it for what it was. Alpha.

Your knees buckled. It’s a miracle you didn’t fall over. Another rush of slick dripped from your aching hole. You didn’t have the luxury of considering whether he’d be upset that you were borrowing his clothes. You grabbed his leather jacket that he always wore outside of work from the bed and the few shirts that littered the floor. You could feel the fever returning. You needed to get back to your room. 

—

Eddie didn’t want to leave you that morning. He peeked inside your bedroom before heading to work and you were sound asleep.

Robin had taken care of your obligations for you. She called your work and emailed your professors saying you’d be out for a few days with a fever.

Eddie knew he should just go back home because he wasn’t much use here today anyways. He’d already made a ton of mistakes thanks to his distracted brain.

“Munson!” Murray called to him from the office, “Come here boy!”

“Shit,” he tossed the rag in his hand and readied himself for an ass chewing.

Murray looked up from the desk, “What’s wrong with you today? You handed me an order form for the wrong part. You charged someone triple for a simple oil change and now I just watched you checking the engine on a car that was brought in for headlight repair.”

“Sorry sir, my roommate’s pretty sick right now and I guess I’m just a little worried about her,” a little worried was an understatement. Eddie was panicking that you, the absolute divine love and light of his life, were going to die in his absence.

He sighed, “Just go. Before I change my mind.”

Eddie tore at the buttons on his coveralls and nearly tripped trying to walk and take them off at the same time, “Thanks Murray!”

“You owe me!” was the last thing Eddie heard before he ran out.

He kicked the stand up on his motorcycle and got quite a few stares from people on the street and he hauled ass back to the apartment. 

Normally he’d take the elevator up to your fourth floor apartment but in his mind his feet were faster and they’d carry him to you sooner. He was so focused on checking that you were still ok that he didn’t even feel winded after running up four flights of stairs. 

He fumbled with his keys as he walked down the hallway. Then it hit him. He dropped the keys. They clattered loudly to his feet. He was still several doors down from yours and he could already smell it. He scrambled to pick them up and ran down the hallway. 

His suspicions were confirmed as soon as he turned the key. That same sweetness that had greeted him everyday since the first time he opened that door to your smiling face, suffocated him. Though now it was a little different. It was sweeter. More you. Something he’d only ever dreamed of. An omega.

It got stronger with every step he took towards your room. He swallowed and failed to will away the hardness growing in his pants. All his hopes and dreams were answered when he pushed his way into your room. There on the bed in a very haphazardly constructed nest, naked, clinging to his jacket, surrounded by his clothes, and your brown stuffed bear, was you.

He inhaled deeply and could practically feel his pupils dilate with lust. You smelled so fucking good. He took another step and spoke quietly trying not to startle you, “Hey sweetheart.” 

—

It hurt so bad. The ache between your thighs only worsened as you curled into the small nest you’d surrounded yourself with. The underwear you’d stolen from Eddie lost its scent long ago but you still pulled it out and threw it in the pile. The few items you were able to grab from his room were a mere wooden board in the dam against the rushing river that threatened to drown you at any moment.

You didn’t hear the front door open.

Your senses became more clouded with each passing minute. You clung for dear life to Eddie’s leather jacket but it betrayed you as it started to cling back now that it was damp with your sweat.

The click of your bedroom door knob alerted you and brought you back. Maybe it wasn’t the door. Maybe it was the smell or the sound of his voice as he spoke to you. You lifted your head and couldn’t stop the tears when you saw Eddie standing there at the foot of your bed.

“A-alpha? It hurts,” 

Something awoke within Eddie. The deepest part of himself he’d never been able to fully satisfy. All those ruts spent uselessly humping into his hand or a pillow. “Again,” He growled, “Say it again little one!”

Your eyes pleaded with him as you whined, “A-alpha?” You pressed the jacked to your chest. How was he here? He was supposed to be working. Your fever must have taken over you and you were starting to hallucinate, “F-fuck, alpha, need you. Are you really here?”

The bed shifted, “I know, I know. I’m here now, sweet omega. I’m here.” He laid behind you and wrapped his long arms around you. “‘m so sorry I left sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere now.”

His presence eased the ache a bit. He rubbed your neck with his hand and whispered in your ear, “You smell so good, could smell you from the hallway.”

He felt you shudder with panic, “R-really?”

“Shh! No, don't worry. I locked the door and only other alphas or omegas would be able to smell it,” he leaned in closer, “Can I kiss you? It might help you feel better.”

You nodded but didn’t feel anything on your lips. He kissed your neck. Sparks of pure pleasure shot through your body. You whimpered helpless against the feeling, “Fuck more Eddie! More! Kiss me more, please!”

He couldn’t deny that his heart had wanted to hear those words since he first laid eyes on you but he knew it was just the heat talking. He also knew if he started he wouldn’t be able to stop, “I want to more than you know princess but, I don’t want you to hate me when you're more lucid.”

His kiss had breathed new life into you and gave you the energy to turn to face him, “I’d never hate you Eddie.” You reached into the piled up fabric that you had built up around you and pulled out the green plaid boxers, “D’you lose something?” you could feel your speech slurring.

“D-did you take my underwear?” his fingers curled and tickled against you lightly drawing out little giggles.

You grinned up at him with glassy eyes, “Sure did. Sniffed ‘em too.”

His palm came to rest on your hip and he ran his fingers up the curve of your waist. Then back down again. Savoring every dip, ridge, and shape your body created as it lay before him, “Did they help you feel better?”

“Nuh uh,” he was misunderstanding, “I took these a while ago. So see? Wouldn’t hate you. Want you.”

He kissed you again, on the lips this time, “I want you too. Shit, you taste so good. I wonder how you taste other places.”

He pressed his elbow up, giving him leverage to sit up and tear his shirt off. Next he was up hovering over you on his knees. You watched him, taking in every single one of his movements. He unzipped his pants and slid them down his hips. His thick length was barely contained by the fabric of his boxers. He was less than graceful as he shook them off. 

He straddled your legs and lowered himself towards your neck again, so close to your skin that his chest grazed your exposed nipples as he turned you to rest on your back beneath him. His mouth was in your ear whispering, “I can see it in your eyes sweetheart, the heat is getting worse. Can you tell me what you need before that smart ass brain of yours is just mush, begging for my knot?”

“F-fuck me Eddie,” you looked up at him and knew even in your current state that your words had affected him. “P-please.”

“That’s all I needed to hear sweetheart,” he kissed you again. First on the lips. Devouring your moans, wet noises growing as you felt yourself drooling into him because of how good he tasted. Your slick lips gliding against his. He moved lower onto your neck and kissed the crook just above your shoulder, “This might be a little sensitive here but I promise it’ll feel good.” He sucked on your skin and in that instant you were writhing.

“Ah! A-alpha,” somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind you knew that he was sucking on the spot that both of your latent instincts told you was where he should bite down and bond himself to you. Where if he gave into his desires and bit down just a little harder you’d forever be his and only his. Bearing his mating mark for the world to see. As he continued sucking with just his lips and licking with his tongue that was suddenly all you ever wanted, “Mate me alpha! All yours, please!” 

He puffed out his chest. His shoulders flexed. The muscles in his back tightened as he growled again into your neck. Straining to fight off every instinct that told him to give you what you wanted. His hand gripped the wooden frame of your bed so tightly you heard the wood begin to splinter and crack. “Maybe after your heat sweetheart. Such a good girl, my sweet little omega, all these big new feelings. Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Throwing your head back you let the dam break, “N-need your knot alpha, Hurts. Make it stop.”

“You’re not quite ready for my knot yet baby. Gotta make sure I don’t hurt you.”

But you were an omega? That’s literally what your body was made for, why couldn’t you take him? First he wouldn’t mate you and now he won’t knot you? Were you a bad omega? He sensed your distress in the subtle change in your scent. He buried his face into your neck again, surrounding you with himself. 

“You’re not bad! No no,” you didn’t even realize you’d said that out loud. He continued to soothe you, “It's just…I’ve never knotted anyone before and I don’t want to hurt you.”

You brought your hands up to his chest and touched him everywhere your fingers could reach, “Won’t hurt me. I know. Too gentle.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of you. The weight of his body pressing into nearly every surface of your skin was intoxicating. Grounding you with his scent and his very presence. You’d pulled him into the perfect position to nuzzle into his neck and hair, kissing the same spot that he has just assaulted on you with his tongue. A warm feeling bubbled in your gut. This was different from the warmth of the heat. Then a sound hit both of your ears.

A sound that gave both of you delighted pause. The little noise that escaped your throat was somewhere between a whimper and a moan but something so uniquely omega. Eddie had never heard a more beautiful sound. You were purring. 

He let you keep going but whispered into your ear, “You’re fucking perfect you know that?” you purred louder, “I’m going to make you come with my fingers and then I’ll give you my knot, ok?”

“Yes alpha! Thank you,” you whined as he pulled away but his hands never stopped touching you. He made his way down to the drenched area between your thighs.

“You look so beautiful for me sweetheart, you’re fucking soaked,” he moaned as his fingers began toying with your wetness and dipping in between the folds of your pussy. You encouraged him with all the moans and whines he could ever hope to hear. As soon as he deemed you thoroughly worked up, he finally slipped a finger in, quickly followed by another. They worked together pumping in and out fluidly, curling inside you, pressing all the right buttons. You wanted to thank him but all that would come out was broken bits and pieces of alpha and his name. 

His hair brushed lightly against your inner thighs, sending shivers through your core as he lowered his head down. He spoke with a low hum right into your entrance, “You’re close. I can feel it. Let go for me sweet omega. I’ll take good care of you.”

One more curl of his fingers hitting that delicious soft spongy spot inside you had you screaming and convulsing as slick rushed out into his hand and surely getting some on his face. His fingers pulled out and were replaced with something wet and soft. You could feel his nose nudging at your aching clit as he licked up all your wetness with his tongue. It slid up from the hole and flicked your clit over and over again causing the muscles in your calf to twitch.

“K-knot alpha! Knot please, ‘m ready. So empty, hurts!”

He sucked on your clit before pulling away and lifted to release his throbbing cock from his boxers. You looked up at it, marveling at how impressive his length looked. The tip swollen and aching for you just as you ached for him. The shaft veins pulsed as he pumped himself with his wet hand, covering it in your scent and juices. The base just barely began to flare out as his knot already started to swell. He lined up the tip with your begging cunt and teased you as much as his self control would allow before slowly and carefully pressing all the way inside.

You cried out for him, “So good! More, more, more! Move alpha please!”

He couldn’t hold back anymore. Feeling his cock sheathed inside his omega’s pussy was too much. He began fucking into you with reckless abandon, each thrust hitting deep within your body, catching ever so slightly as his knot continued to swell. He grunted loudly, “Fuck! “M’gonna fill you up so good little omega. Gonna breed this beautiful pussy,” his instincts were now fully in control. His mind became almost as clouded as yours with nothing but want and desire to fulfill the purpose of your heat, “You’ll look so good knocked up sweetheart. Tits all big and heavy. My omega, mine!” 

You echoed him, “Yours alpha! All yours! Breed me, wanna carry your baby! Please, please please,” you cries became so desperate and emotional as you begged and pleaded for him to give you something you’d wanted as long as you could remember. Tears fell from your tired eyes, “Make me a mommy alpha!”

“Yeah?” he looked down at you. Beads of sweat from his constant thrusting formed on his forehead. His bangs curled and swooshed out in every direction, “Beg for my knot again omega, tell me how much you want it!”

Your body was jostling up and down from his thick cock fucking into you harder and harder. Your senses became overwhelmed with the feeling of your alpha’s cock, his scent, his words, his love all around you. You could feel how much bigger his knot had gotten, your voice was wrecked, “Knot alpha, need it, knot me!”

Eddie came with a loud growl. You’d never felt so full. Your walls pulsated around him as you came again. He slammed his knot deep inside you, locking you together with him, forming a connection that as you floated down from your orgasm fully took shape in your mind.

“Eddie?” you looked into his warm brown eyes, “Th-thank–”

“Shh, we can talk later baby. Rest while you can,” he held a finger to your lips, “Once my knot goes down I’ll get you some water and something to eat. You’ll need it again soon so we both need to rest.”

Being locked together with him felt so right but it limited your movement. Twisting your torso you looked around the nest for the box of granola bars you’d grabbed earlier, “I,” words were still hard and your breath was labored, “box here somewhere.”

He looked around and spotted the corner of the box on the floor. He pictured what you must have done when you realized what was happening to you, knowing what you’d need, “You did such a good job. Now it’s my turn, we’ve got a long few days ahead of us. My first rut lasted three days.”

You chuckled, eyes closed, a blissful fucked out smile on your lips, “W-we might need more food.”

“I’m not leaving you again, I’ll have Rob drop some stuff off.”

You didn’t talk anymore after that. In fact you fell asleep with his knot still inside you. He kissed your forehead before pulling out when it finally went down, “Sleep my little omega.” He left the nest just long enough to text Robin and his boss, updating them and then curled up behind you, rubbing his face into your neck again. Picturing how good your throat would look with his mating mark on it before falling asleep beside you.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x fem!reader #Alpha Eddie Munson #omega reader #Alpha Eddie x Omega Reader #omegaverse

[iceunhie]

starstealer :: even stars can be swept off their feet. xavier is sure he is when he falls for you.

footnotes: small blurb, slight angst and my first standalone l&d fic! xavier experimentation fic because his character intrigues me to no end, lots of star comparisons

the universe contains approximately almost an innumerable number of stars, and out of an infinitely unquantifiable number of them, xavier wonders why you look at him like he's the brightest one.

stars fall, xavier admits, stars can fall, and xavier knows he's falling. (he's fallen.)

he knows it in the way you rest your head on his shoulder while you watch the flimsy dots of lights litter in the cosmos and his heart soars.

he knows it whenever he sees you hurt even for a fraction—how his feelings die and solidify and coalesce only at the thought of you. how fear climbs up his throat and marred memories of failure creep up his skin.

"you're not fine." he persists, handling you as though you were sand slipping through his fingers; jaw tight when he sees blood staining the white of your sleeve. the gash on your shoulder is shallow, though it spanned a quite alarming size. it makes him anxious. bile rises to his throat and he fights to keep his stomach from dropping. you laugh, brushing him off. "you don't need to take care of me, you know. isn't it tedious?" not to me, xavier keeps to himself. not when it's you. instead he says, "no. it's not. just let me help you, okay?" "fine....." you huff, resigned; and you thank him. 'always.'

knows it in how the stretch of two hundred and fourteen springs feels like a nightmare never dreamed before; with you as his reason to hold on.

knows it when he sees how the night's breeze makes your hair sway, the moon's glow a wink in the vastness that is the universe and the incomparable feeling that his universe, his wish, is right next to him.

he failed you time and time again.

now, xavier swears to never fail you again.

loving you feels like being showered the touch of a thousand flickering embers burning up to become a fire, and xavier doubts he can put it out.

he won't.

you like stars. xavier thinks that should you ask him to pluck one out for you, he'd hate it if only because he wishes to keep you in his arms for a little longer.

(he'd do it anyway.)

one look, one touch; leaving him to be stardust begging to be held in your hands. a star swept off its feet.

leaving him to find sleep a secondary choice in nature so as to burn your image into the scope of his memory. making him feel that happiness he only feels when he's with you.

loving you is painful, but loving you is worth it. he's fallen, and falls even more everyday.

"xavier?" did you know that every inch of his will has promptly devoted itself to you? would bend to your words without a thought and hear your every wish?

"hm?" he exerts, feeling the weight of your eyes on him.

you lean against him and the stars dim. the world falls to a hush. it's only you, it was always you—

xavier doesn't think to breathe; he listens to the sound of your heart thumping steadily in your chest, the rhythmic beat a reason to live again, to love you again. no words are needed more, not when your presence permeates across the void words cannot hope to fill.

"can i lean on you just a bit longer?"

(yes. always.)

"....as much as you want." his eyes soften, and his words are tender. "as long as you need."

he sees you smile, watches as your cheeks become full by the way your joy lights up your face, and xavier's world does too.

you're everything, xavier thinks. to the point he feels as though all the stars up in the sky shine if only to witness you.

a/n pls don't judge me for this half-baked fic and the possible in corrections of xavier lore; did i mention this was supposed to be a rafayel fic but ya girl decided to tap out

[९] 2024 © iceunhie do not copy or repost my work. do not use my work for your own use

#꒰ ✉ ꒱ 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 •°. *࿐ #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x you #love and deepspace xavier #xavier x reader #xavier love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace fic #xavier fluff #𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 ★ LOVE & DEEPSPACE . . . #uhhhhhhh so yeah..... rafayel's fic is basically blueprintef off of this drabble #anyways i actually am so fond of Xavier

[tmntforeverinmyheart]

I unironically love the mutant apocalypse, and really wish there was more content of it. I mean it paved the way for rises future that fans seem to worship. It’s unfortunate that the designs kinda sucked (looking at you leo) and how the bridge between the mutagen bomb and 50 years into the further is basically unknown. Like how did leo of all people become a cruel wasteland king? What tragic accident befell casey, april and karai for them to be nonexistent? What did raph and donnie do for 50 years? What happened to mikey to make him go crazy? So many questions left unanswered, so im gonna make content of my version of the mutant apocalypse for awhile cause i love them, it feeds my angsty soul lol

Leo retains bits and pieces of his past life. Unfortunately most of his memories have become disconnected from each other. He remembers a man or a mutant? Spikes of metal and skin, silver armour encasing his whole body, the man’s heart, pulsing with green. Green what? Leo didn’t know. He remembers colours, red, purple and orange. One radiating warmth and a fiery temper, one cold and calculating but with a softness, one filled with love and brightness. What do they mean? He thought back to the man (mutant?) how monstrous he looked. looking down at himself he could see the resemblance between the memory and his reality. The man felt most familiar, and unlike the colours was more in focus. He carried an air of superiority and held himself with pride. Leo wanted to be like him. A path has been chosen for him and he will follow it.

Note: Leo does not actually remember his name, I just wanted to make it obvious who the character was.

Tw blood

Donnie and Raph stayed together. Raph had to be his younger brothers protector, in this strange new world their ninja skills wouldn’t be enough, not in the state they were in. Donnie could barely hold his weight, the scars left behind from the flames were slowly healing, sealing up his eyes in the process. They wandered together, searching for their missing family members. Surviving on through the ever changing climate on scraps, raw meat, mutant flesh, it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was staying alive and finding their brothers.

Mikey was separated from his brothers in the aftermath of the mutagen bomb, Eventually finding his way back to the sewer. His home was in disarray. Luckily he still had one friend he could count on. Ice cream kitty practically hug-attacked mikey when he opened the freezer. Mikey stayed in his home, finishing off the food in the fridge and cupboard. There wasn’t much to do really. He played cards with kitty. Failed to meditate, and looked at old photos. 10 years passed by and eventually the fridge and freezer stopped working and he had to go searching for another safe haven to keep his friend from melting. He found a still working pizza place and hunkered down. This pattern continued for a number of years. He traveled all over New York to different grocery, ice cream and pizza stores to keep kitty alive. Mikey became sickly from eating so much outdated and even moldy food. Mikey had to resort to eating his infinite ice cream friend. He grew hair at some point, which was odd (he didn’t even know that was possible), it was curly and unkept. He would braid his hair into different shapes to pass the time. The world around him was crumbling, seeming more and more out of a sci-fi movie everyday. He stayed in his head a lot, imagining a whole new reality where he still had his family. But he couldn’t completely discount his reality, after all he had ice cream kitty.

Until he didn’t…

During his travels, Leo met many mutants. One in particular just wouldn’t leave him alone. Their first encounter was a battle over a rotten carcass. She attacked, wrapping her long body around his lower leg, cutting off his circulation. He attacked her back, swiping at her with his claws. He remembered the man with the spikes, and manipulated the skin of his arm, forming two hard spikes, he swiped at her again. She backed off with a haunted look in her eyes. “Shredder” she said quietly, before slithering away.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt au #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt rapheal #tmnt fanart #tmnt donnatello #tmnt 2012 mutant apocalypse #Tmnt mutant apocalypse #tmnt angst #tw blood

[planefood]

Hey I made a new guy a couple days ago, I was saving him for something and hadn't posted him but I don't really have much time for anything like that rn so here he is! His name is Icarus (a name he chose himself) and hes a side/short story character in my main robot story

Many years ago he fell into a deep depression and found himself getting slight motivation everyday to keep going by the rising of the sun and its rays coming through the cracks in his curtains almost everyday. It eventually motivated him enough to get out of his depression enough to live, somewhat functionally in society again at the cost of him falling helplessly in love with the Sun itself to the point of extreme obsession. His life literally revolved around the Sun at that point forward, his happiness depending on the number of hours the Sun was out at a time (he would count) and his walls spread with pictures of the Sun he'd rip out of books and magazines. Ironically these pictures would end up sun-bleached by the amount of time he had his windows and curtains open to see the sun as much as he could.

But nothing else could make him happy, other people to him were a waste of time and he only ever spoke to them if he needed to. He knew he'd never meet anyone with the wisdom and beauty of something like the Sun so he never bothered. He only ever ate food to not be hungry than getting any enjoyment from the taste of it. But despite all this obsession he never viewed himself as the Suns lover or that the Sun was in a relationship with him, because he viewed himself as just another human that the sun had lived through countless generations of. He doesn't view himself as any better than other person or worthy of the Suns full love and attention in particular.

He dreams and fantasies about things most people would find disturbing. He wishes he could take a rocket up to the Sun and be charred by its hot embrace. He envies the generations that live far into the future when the Sun will engulf the earth. He dreams of some solar flare coming down and scorching the earth with him on it somehow.

In his mind his only path to true happiness is dying while finally being intimately connected to the Sun somehow, in the mean time he just does whatever he can to get as close to the Sun as possible.

#objectum #art #ocs #oc: Icarus #oc art #os/or

[dottcre]

SMILE FOR THE CAMERA

# track 02 of my fapbruary event || prev track || next track

contains : sub!dottore, camboy!dottore, gn!reader, maybe ooc dottore because his camboy persona is his online persona, he calls u master, voyeurism, overstimulation

Il_Dottore is live!

You clicked into the video, the familiar silhouette of a man appearing onto the screen after a few seconds of loading. As usual, he was sitting in his dimly lit room, an arm propping his head up as his eyes scanned all the thirsty messages being sent into the live chat. He was wearing a tight fitting button up shirt, as usual, with a few of the top buttons unbuttoned to expose his collarbones. By his smirk, you could tell that he knew how attractive he was, even if half his face was hidden behind that black, beak-shaped mask.

“Wow,” he hummed, staring at the screen. “There’s a lot more of you today.” And it was true. Since his last stream, his view count had doubled in numbers. “Let’s begin.”

You felt heat rise to your face as he said the phrase, leaning back in the chair as he started to unbutton his shirt. With each inch of skin being exposed, you could feel your heart beat faster. The lace of a bra surprised you, peeking out from under his shirt. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence that he was wearing lingerie. He was a tease, lithe fingers dancing on his pale flesh as you grew impatient. He seemed to read your thoughts as he undid the last button, letting it slip off his shoulders. His perfect nipples began to peak as they hit the cold air of the room, and he gasped, rubbing and rolling the nubs with his fingers. Even though he gave off a dominant air, he’d crumble when the pleasure started. He squirmed in his seat, and you knew that his erection was starting to hurt. He got off from being watched, after all.

You didn’t need to look at the chat to know that donations and tips were rolling in, and you sent one in yourself, attaching a message along with it.

So pretty, baby.

His attention was focused on the screen, and he laughed breathlessly. “You horny fucks,” he rasped. “You’re making me so hard, though.” The chat was immediately flooded with donations, messages commanding him to take his cock out, and the same shit-eating grin was on his face as he palmed himself through his pants.

Take your pants off first, I want to see how you dressed up for me.

Dottore moaned, lifting himself off the chair for a moment to pull his pants off, covered in nothing but flimsy lingerie that hugged his body oh-so-perfectly. The head of his cock was exposed, the whole thing being too big to fit behind the small piece of fabric. “Like what you see, my dear test subjects?” Despite how odd his name for the viewers were, it seemed to work with his deep voice.

Good boy. Get onto the bed and stroke yourself.

He let out an amused sound as he read your comment, though you don’t miss the way his cock jumped. “Feeling impatient, are we?” He adjusted the angle of the camera so that it was now facing his bed as he knelt on it. “Anything you say, master.” He purred, hand working over his cock as the chat filled with thirst messages, all commenting about how hot he was, how they’d die for a fuck with him. You didn’t feel any different, starting to get hot and heavy yourself.

His strokes were teasingly slow at first, but he got impatient, hand speeding up and head thrown back as he whimpered softly. Hips pushing up into his hand, you could tell he was enjoying it. You reached for the tiny pink remote on your desk, breath baited as you pressed the “on” button.

Dottore’s reaction was immediate, gasping sharply before letting a mewl slip from his hips. The light buzzing of the prostate massager could just barely be heard, and the viewers were quick to point it out. A whiny, dragged out “oh” fell from his lips as he continued jerking himself off.

“Please let me cum… soon…” he pleaded softly, the arm propping him up on the bed failing him as the vibrations on his prostate grew stronger. “Please!” This time, it was desperate, needy. He was close, hand squeezing lightly on the base of his cock as he bit down on his bottom lip. You smiled to yourself, waiting till the last moment before pressing send on the message you’d already typed out.

Cum, Dottore.

And he did, letting it splatter all over himself and the bed as he shuddered. His relief was short-lived as he realised that the vibrations did not relent, crying out pathetically as his overstimulated cock grew hard again. “W-Wait! Too- Hnn!” His hand moved toward it hesitantly before he gave it a stroke, whimpering at the intense sensation but continuing to get himself off anyway. The lewd “schlick”s filling the room couldn’t cover his whorish sounds. He was shaking, hips pulling away before pushing into his palm again, as if conflicted about what to do. You fumbled with the

He mumbled curses under his breath, a habit that he’s always had, as his voice got higher pitched, another signal that he was getting close. His eyes remained glued to the monitor and you knew he was waiting for your command.

You know what to do.

He barely managed to catch the message amongst the hundred others, but he did, body convulsing as he dirtied himself with cum a second time. The chat room was filled with praise, some messages of disappointment, as Dottore managed a shaky smile at his webcam.

“Hope you enjoyed that, my subjects,” he tried to establish his usual air of confidence, though failing, before he ended the stream. His hastiness made you grin widely as you sat in your chair, waiting.

A few moments later, Zandik stumbled into the room you were in, and you let him fall into your lap almost grumpily. “I enjoyed today’s stream as always, love,” you teased, and he rolled his eyes.

“You’re such an ass,” he grumbled, and you ran your hand down his body, watching his muscles contract beneath your light touches.

“And you’re my pretty boy.” He rolled his eyes, but you knew that he loved the praise. “I like the new set of lingerie, by the way.” Pushing himself up. Zandik pulled you toward him, seemingly already recovered from his continuous orgasms as he gave you a handsome grin.

“Why don’t you show me how much you like it?”

#@ a thousand kisses. ares #@ dottcre’s fapbruary ! #sub dottore #dottore smut #dottore #il dottore #genshin #genshin impact #sub genshin #genshin smut #sub character #dom reader

[zee-rambles]

Hey everyone, I think I’m out of tumblr jail. Can someone tell me if this is showing up in the tags? Also, I have A THING to say.

Y’all remember this show?

Wanna know something interesting? Disney had a rule called “65 and DONE.” This meant that, no matter HOW popular, a show was only allowed 65 episodes before it it was finished and the studio moved on to another project.

Well, Kim Possible reached that 65 number, AND had a movie finale to finish it off. It was over. DONE. It had it’s popular run, at good amount of episodes, AND a large scale finale to end all things.

BUT!

Fans were NOT done.

Before facebook, before instagram, before twitter and TikTok. Fans all over the world, sent THOUSANDS OF LETTERS to Disney. So many, that DISNEY BROKE IT’S OWN RULE, to bring it back for a full FOURTH SEASON! I’m not talking 13 episodes to placate the fans. KP had a full 22 episodes.

So if this show can be OVER but still RISE From the ashes, I don’t see why ROTTMNT can’t! I know everyday the fandom feels like it’s shrinking, like more people are moving on, but impossible things have happened before.

Send me ideas on what you like to do to save Rise. Work together. Say something, draw something, make something, send something. You’re voice counts!

Save rottmnt

#rottmnt #save rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #rottmnt leo #unpause rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #nickelodeon #rise of the tmnt #kim possible #Disney #cancelled shows #bring back rottmnt #fandom

[jiminsass-istant]

IT'S NOT ABOUT THE HICKEY

This post was triggered by an anon moving around in these spaces trying to explain away the hickey/bite moment as something trivial. I will save my thoughts on the hickey for the end of this post.

First of all, to that anon- Get off your high horse. Not being a shipper doesn't make you superior. You are probably one of those cringey people cancelling queer armies on tw!tter these days. Now readers, sip your drink as you read this short think piece-

OT7 Captains in the fandom bubble:-

I really don't get the superiority complex of so called OT7s who love to live inside this cute little bubble they have created for themselves or as they call it nowadays:- " a curated tl". Cancelling people everyday and actually driving people away from the fandom. Every bio says "multis, solos, shippers dni". What are you afraid of? Little pixels? I have personally followed solo fbs of all members and boy the things I have found! They can get extreme at times, but it takes 2 minutes to fact-check their claims and draw your own conclusion.

I follow wholesome ship pages too, they are a great way to not miss out cute moments between various duos. If you are blocking them out, you'll be swept into whatever the OT7 decide the important interactions are. 🤷

Have y'all watched 'The Social Dilemma' on Netflix? I would actually want all bts fans to give it a watch. A very prominent tech figure admitted that she follows a good number of Tw!tter accounts that disagree with her to ensure that she gets to see all sides and all opinions. When you deliberately 'curate' a timeline to feed only your opinions, to make a 'safe' space that doesn't trigger you, without letting new thoughts penetrate it..THAT! That's the beginning of a cult.

Army is not a cult for defending BTS or for calling out billboard and other big authorities, but army is indeed a cult with the way they move against people within the fandom.

I said what I said.

With a curated 'OT7 captain' timeline, you start internalising things about the artists that the people you follow want to believe:-

1. All true army are OT7 and non shippers. 💫💫

Sure some of them are. But biases exist for a reason, right? If you think people don't run their bias's playlist more than the other 6, you are so deluded. Spotify wrapped'23 was a prime example. With the solo era, the rise of solo fanbases was unavoidable.

2. Your favourites are spotless, impeccable people. 💌💌💌

They are so not. They date, they make mistakes, they hurt people (like we all do). Heck, they might even offend certain groups of people, unknowingly or knowingly. Being ignorant is also a flaw.

3. Everything they say on camera is true.🙊🙊🙊

Everything they say on camera is what they want you to know. As Park Jimin of BTS, as Kim Namjoon of BTS and so on. And yes, your perception of them should be built based on their words alone, but it doesn't mean that you purposefully stay blind in a way that serves your personal projections onto the members. As Jimin once said " please take our words as they are"(Festa 2022). Read between the lines, and you get- "please do not make assumptions about us, please do not project past or future narratives onto us." No matter how much it makes BTS look like a saint, DO NOT paint them as perfect human beings just because they are your idols.

Once you get into the fandom bubble, you start rejecting all opinions that threaten to puncture that perfect bubble. In that process, you end up never getting to know about how some member promotions were horribly managed, how company delayed certain stuff, the obvious company agenda and different business strategies for different members. It's not about victimising members, but calling out the company when they make obvious mistakes. You do not see when hate against a particular member gets aggravated to the point it affects streams and sales.

And musical preference? The way the fandom just collectively decided that if you hate any song except 'ON ft Sia", you are basically an anti. I have no words.. I'll come out and say: I don't like DNA. SORRY JIMIN. Sure it's a great concert song, or maybe at a party, but it's never making it to my down-time personal playlists. Cancel me?

Top Social Artist?

This is my personal opinion. BTS having a huge presence on social media is both a boon and a curse. While it ensures that new fans are made everyday, the bts social media presence is an uncontrolled monster right now. Millions of insta, YT channels- most of them spreading a superficial image of BTS. It's for this reason, there are so many 'fans' out there who just love BTS for the few members and their visuals. I can guarantee you that they don't even know how streaming works, but they'll be sure to have an insta name like "mrs.jeon jungkook". If you made it to this part, I don't need to tell you how certain ships inducted their shippers through these very channels, spreading misinfo about the group dynamics and a completely manipulated idea of the boys, as if it's not real life, but some shitty bl drama.

While the company is obviously doing nothing about this mess, it is YOUR duty to focus on what's important as a fan and participate in projects that plan to counteract this mess. ( Of course only if you have time)

So..what does the hickey have to do with all this?

When you finally grow out of your perfect pure breed OT7 agenda, who considers this group of men a picture perfect family who can do no sin, you'll be ready to view the hickey/bite mark as a normal functioning member of the society who's in touch with reality.

Did I just write "pure breed"..

Let's say the hickey/bite does not actually mean anything intimate in a romantic sense. Sure. Even I think it was probably not an exclusively romantic thing. And this is coming from someone who ships them, but I do not see them as 2 people who are dating each other (because I don't claim to know their personal lives).

An older person biting the neck of a younger person long enough to leave a mark is NOT A NORMAL LEVEL of skinship. For friends, for family, for brothers. And this goes for Korea as well as at a global level. Not only k-jikookers but also k-armies had raised eyebrows when that happened. If you didn't raise your eyebrow at this, you need to go out more, have a social life, hang out with long term friends, idk.

But I'm sure if it was a man and a woman, you would have already declared that they are f@cking.

If you have observed jikook through the years, they have had an abnormal level of skinship that even surpasses skinship within their own group. Reminds me of the Butter photoshoot behind, where JK's hands so naturally slid under JM's crop top, like it was a usual thing. Now if one of them reacted differently or in a goofy way, I'd still brush it under the rug. But what had me scratching my head was the indifference. How close do 2 people have to be, for someone to SEARCH for familiar skin to touch?! Let's not forget how JK always touches JM's neck like a habit, massaging, holding, or just caressing, usually a little inside the collar.

Now if they were a man and a woman, you would have already declared that they are f@cking.

If you don't at the very least, acknowledge that it's an abnormally high level of skinship, and that jikook are at the very least, a highly interdependent, symbiotic, close, 2 souls-1 body entity, the closest duo in bangtan..then you are the delulu here. 🫵

I would advice such anons to stop visiting shipping spaces if you are bringing nothing to the table. (As I always say, opposing views are always welcome as long as you bring receipts and not hate). Maybe spend some time talking to real life people, couples, friends, you know?

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[sukioyakio]

Blackcat!miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

but hear me out,(fem)Clueless!reader x blackcat(engery,oh yea his hair is down instead of up,but not all the way down that it cover his eyes)!miguel O’Hara 

(This is just an Drabble of something I was thinking about,when it come to an sunshine oc x grumpy oc,so yea) 

College au 

where reader has such an orange cat vibe or energy,she clueless when it comes to love signals,but is smart at schools stuffs,she enjoys making people happy and loves to see them smile,she enjoy it,it make her feel good about herself,she really couldn’t get anger at anyone,she hates seeing anybody sad,or just down that day,if anyone needed help with homework or school stuff,she would help of course she joke around and sometimes get off topic if she had an imaginary thing on her head she would have cat ears and an tail that is always wagging whenever she talks,jokes,or laughs,she like to surprise people,while hugging them,she very much loves talking to her friends about what happened in her life,what she does in the day,or something.

while Miguel is the total opposite  of that,he enjoys he quiet time,he loves reading book about science or biography of people life,especially walking around the city,or an nature walk,Miguel doesn’t like being annoyed by people,especially when it girls who come to ask him his number or just flirting with him,he just grunts,and says something offensive or just plan out rude to them,and give them an stern expression,rolling his eyes,he just does he own thing in school,but still able maintain his grades,sometimes you would see him in an fights,but he always wins even if he looks all beat up,he will still be able to deal with it,the one thing he known is his very cold eyes with an slight pain in them if you looked harder in them but they are gorgeous to see them but,the way can make an person scares them away whenever he glares at someone,if he had an imaginary thing it would be black colored cat ears and an tail that wouldn’t even move around to people reactions,

But when  clueless!reader,see him she would always try to spook him,or surprised him,but she would always end up falling flat on the floor,

“There he is,this time I going to spook him”she says in her mind as she make an proud gesture,and playful smile as she lunges at Miguel,to only fall flat on the ground

“why do you even bother trying,it not going to work on me”miguel say in an harsh yet stern tone of voice,as he scoffs at her actions,as reader rise her thumb up to him as her head is still in the ground,as she gets up,to see Miguel isn’t there anymore,and spot him walking down the hallway,as she runs toward him with an beaming smile,and walks slowly behind his back to his neck is revealed 

she blows some air on his reveal neck,to see his change reaction from stern and grumpy,to annoyed and confused expression,as she walks next to him,as miguel look at her face with an irritated expression,to only see her smile,as she starts to laugh,

“hahahaha!,p-pfft,hahhhhah,omg,y-you look like an kid getting yelled out at and being very confused at what you did,hahahaha,you should have seen your expressions”she was laughing between her words as she couldn’t stop laughing nor smiling at him,her arua was an bight eager and playfulness glow ,while Miguel aura was dark and gloomy,cover everything in his shadows,as Miguel looked at her with an unreadable expression,

As she sudden began to stop laughing,and look at Miguel eyes,as he turns his head away from her and starts walking again,as he scoffs,as he mumbles some things that reader couldn’t hear 

when Miguel was there,seeing her laugh,something about her laughter and seeing her smile made him feels Some what good in the inside,he thought while seeing her laugh,”what an fucking dork,…a…cute dork”to only realize what he just said in his mind,and shake it off as him loosing his mind from the stress of being in school having to deal with shit,

But he was loosing his mind was an everyday occurrence,when he was with her,sometimes wanted put wax on her mouth to keep her quiet before he would do something that isn’t very gentleman like,but never really knew that he had an soft spot for an bight eager kitten 

I guess it was time for the dark gato to finally have someone bring him to the light

If y’all want an more of this,idk write in the comments,or like it,idk 😭😭😔😓

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[dailyanarchistposts]

A.1.5 Where does anarchism come from?

Where does anarchism come from? We can do no better than quote The Organisational Platform of the Libertarian Communists produced by participants of the Makhnovist movement in the Russian Revolution (see Section A.5.4). They point out that:

“The class struggle created by the enslavement of workers and their aspirations to liberty gave birth, in the oppression, to the idea of anarchism: the idea of the total negation of a social system based on the principles of classes and the State, and its replacement by a free non-statist society of workers under self-management. “So anarchism does not derive from the abstract reflections of an intellectual or a philosopher, but from the direct struggle of workers against capitalism, from the needs and necessities of the workers, from their aspirations to liberty and equality, aspirations which become particularly alive in the best heroic period of the life and struggle of the working masses. “The outstanding anarchist thinkers, Bakunin, Kropotkin and others, did not invent the idea of anarchism, but, having discovered it in the masses, simply helped by the strength of their thought and knowledge to specify and spread it.” [pp. 15–16]

Like the anarchist movement in general, the Makhnovists were a mass movement of working class people resisting the forces of authority, both Red (Communist) and White (Tsarist/Capitalist) in the Ukraine from 1917 to 1921. As Peter Marshall notes “anarchism … has traditionally found its chief supporters amongst workers and peasants.” [Demanding the Impossible, p. 652]

Anarchism was created in, and by, the struggle of the oppressed for freedom. For Kropotkin, for example, “Anarchism … originated in everyday struggles” and “the Anarchist movement was renewed each time it received an impression from some great practical lesson: it derived its origin from the teachings of life itself.” [Evolution and Environment, p. 58 and p. 57] For Proudhon, “the proof” of his mutualist ideas lay in the “current practice, revolutionary practice” of “those labour associations … which have spontaneously … been formed in Paris and Lyon … [show that the] organisation of credit and organisation of labour amount to one and the same.” [No Gods, No Masters, vol. 1, pp. 59–60] Indeed, as one historian argues, there was “close similarity between the associational ideal of Proudhon … and the program of the Lyon Mutualists” and that there was “a remarkable convergence [between the ideas], and it is likely that Proudhon was able to articulate his positive program more coherently because of the example of the silk workers of Lyon. The socialist ideal that he championed was already being realised, to a certain extent, by such workers.” [K. Steven Vincent, Pierre-Joseph Proudhon and the Rise of French Republican Socialism, p. 164]

Thus anarchism comes from the fight for liberty and our desires to lead a fully human life, one in which we have time to live, to love and to play. It was not created by a few people divorced from life, in ivory towers looking down upon society and making judgements upon it based on their notions of what is right and wrong. Rather, it was a product of working class struggle and resistance to authority, oppression and exploitation. As Albert Meltzer put it:

“There were never theoreticians of Anarchism as such, though it produced a number of theoreticians who discussed aspects of its philosophy. Anarchism has remained a creed that has been worked out in action rather than as the putting into practice of an intellectual idea. Very often, a bourgeois writer comes along and writes down what has already been worked out in practice by workers and peasants; he [or she] is attributed by bourgeois historians as being a leader, and by successive bourgeois writers (citing the bourgeois historians) as being one more case that proves the working class relies on bourgeois leadership.” [Anarchism: Arguments for and against, p. 18]

In Kropotkin’s eyes, “Anarchism had its origins in the same creative, constructive activity of the masses which has worked out in times past all the social institutions of mankind — and in the revolts … against the representatives of force, external to these social institutions, who had laid their hands on these institutions and used them for their own advantage.” More recently, “Anarchy was brought forth by the same critical and revolutionary protest which gave birth to Socialism in general.” Anarchism, unlike other forms of socialism, “lifted its sacrilegious arm, not only against Capitalism, but also against these pillars of Capitalism: Law, Authority, and the State.” All anarchist writers did was to “work out a general expression of [anarchism’s] principles, and the theoretical and scientific basis of its teachings” derived from the experiences of working class people in struggle as well as analysing the evolutionary tendencies of society in general. [Op. Cit., p. 19 and p. 57]

However, anarchistic tendencies and organisations in society have existed long before Proudhon put pen to paper in 1840 and declared himself an anarchist. While anarchism, as a specific political theory, was born with the rise of capitalism (Anarchism “emerged at the end of the eighteenth century …[and] took up the dual challenge of overthrowing both Capital and the State.” [Peter Marshall, Op. Cit., p. 4]) anarchist writers have analysed history for libertarian tendencies. Kropotkin argued, for example, that “from all times there have been Anarchists and Statists.” [Op. Cit., p. 16] In Mutual Aid (and elsewhere) Kropotkin analysed the libertarian aspects of previous societies and noted those that successfully implemented (to some degree) anarchist organisation or aspects of anarchism. He recognised this tendency of actual examples of anarchistic ideas to predate the creation of the “official” anarchist movement and argued that:

“From the remotest, stone-age antiquity, men [and women] have realised the evils that resulted from letting some of them acquire personal authority… Consequently they developed in the primitive clan, the village community, the medieval guild … and finally in the free medieval city, such institutions as enabled them to resist the encroachments upon their life and fortunes both of those strangers who conquered them, and those clansmen of their own who endeavoured to establish their personal authority.” [Anarchism, pp. 158–9]

Kropotkin placed the struggle of working class people (from which modern anarchism sprung) on par with these older forms of popular organisation. He argued that “the labour combinations… were an outcome of the same popular resistance to the growing power of the few — the capitalists in this case” as were the clan, the village community and so on, as were “the strikingly independent, freely federated activity of the ‘Sections’ of Paris and all great cities and many small ‘Communes’ during the French Revolution” in 1793. [Op. Cit., p. 159]

Thus, while anarchism as a political theory is an expression of working class struggle and self-activity against capitalism and the modern state, the ideas of anarchism have continually expressed themselves in action throughout human existence. Many indigenous peoples in North America and elsewhere, for example, practised anarchism for thousands of years before anarchism as a specific political theory existed. Similarly, anarchistic tendencies and organisations have existed in every major revolution — the New England Town Meetings during the American Revolution, the Parisian ‘Sections’ during the French Revolution, the workers’ councils and factory committees during the Russian Revolution to name just a few examples (see Murray Bookchin’s The Third Revolution for details). This is to be expected if anarchism is, as we argue, a product of resistance to authority then any society with authorities will provoke resistance to them and generate anarchistic tendencies (and, of course, any societies without authorities cannot help but being anarchistic).

In other words, anarchism is an expression of the struggle against oppression and exploitation, a generalisation of working people’s experiences and analyses of what is wrong with the current system and an expression of our hopes and dreams for a better future. This struggle existed before it was called anarchism, but the historic anarchist movement (i.e. groups of people calling their ideas anarchism and aiming for an anarchist society) is essentially a product of working class struggle against capitalism and the state, against oppression and exploitation, and for a free society of free and equal individuals.

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