#you all always are but pls be patient with me <333

[kentosblkgf]

Miguel O'hara W/ camgirl!gf

Cw: mentioned masturbation, heavy overstimulation, clit slapping, size kink, and consensual recording. Pls let me know if i missed anything<333.

Miguel never saw a problem with what you did for work. Being the boyfriend of a camgirl had its perks, he thought it was great that you could work from home while he was away all the time, while always finding ways to pleasure yourself. He was all about you. You were the only thing he thought about when he went to work and while he was at work, doing tough missions. Guess what he thought about? You.

Being away from you wasn’t something he enjoyed at all. Miguel had become clingy when you two first started dating. Always wanting to be around you, provided him a different level of comfort he never thought he would know. You are just so perfect for him that he couldn’t even put the words flowing through his head in a proper sentence. He was truly lovesick. Miguel would do anything for you because he adored you. Even giving you gifts for your little cam shows.

His personal favorite was the dildo that he got molded of his cock. The shape, color, and size all matched him. He loved watching you use it on yourself, it was like a little reward for when he was away from home.

He is so in love with you it is ridiculous, so when you asked him to help you film a video… why would he say no to his precious girlfriend? “Miguel please”

Whimpering was all he could hear, you trying to push back onto his fingers.

“Hush baby, be patient.”

“How can I when you’re being so mean to me?” You pout so beautifully. Miguel made you so wet, just the slightest touch to your clit and you were already dripping gallons.

You had your ass in the air right in his smug face. His fingers slapping at your clit causing you to lose your arch.

“M’not mean baby, don’t act out just because the camera is on. Be good for me.”

You were about to cum, his words just being enough. So rugged and breathy, his deep voice not helping at all.

Miguel is finally giving you what you want, rubbing tight circles on your cunt, but you were greedy and needed more than what he was giving you.

“Miguel please, more.”

You whined.

“Todo lo que haces es rogar." (All you do is beg.)

Miguel has had enough of you being a whiny annoying brat. So he’ll give you what you want like he always does, maybe that’s why you’re so spoiled now. Practically throwing a fit while he was fingers deep inside of you.

“¿Has terminado? ¿Quieres más? Te daré más.”( Are you done? You want more? I’ll give you more.)

Without pressing on further, Miguel rises to his knees pushing down on your back and pulling at your hair so that your head is risen higher.

“Look at yourself.”

Jerking your head closer to the camera that reflected the smutty scene. You both looked so good together, him pressing against you with his wide shoulders and those bleeding red eyes.

Truth be told. You couldn’t handle him at all, he was too much for you. Too big, Too thick, just too… Miguel.

But Jesus fuck did he need to hurry it up.

It’s as if Miguel could hear your thoughts because he wasted no time, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it against your cunt. You could feel how warm he was against you practically already feeling him inside you. You were never able to fully take Miguel's size without a huge amount of prepping, but you were rushing him to fuck you.

He's sliding his other hand that was not busy rubbing his cock against your cunt against your sensitive clit. Rubbing soft circles watching your reaction in the camera lens.

"You gonna take it?"

It sounded like he was mocking you, he most definitely was.

"Promise."

That promise was all he needed to hear before he slowly pushed his aching tip inside of you. It was an angry red color, leaking heaps of precum as soon as he had pushed inside.

You already felt so full, but you didn't want to let Miguel down. You promised you could take him, take all of him.

"Deeper."

Since when was his girl so demanding, you promised him you could take it, and who is he to doubt you? If you say you can then he'll give you everything he has to give. He pushes his hip forward pressing your ass to his hips. He's so deep inside of you, that you can feel him in your throat.

"Mig- oh fuck wait."

"Don't be a liar baby."

letting out small thrusts between each word. Hushing you with his words. The time felt like it slowed as you felt his thick cock dragging against your walls. Miguel was unnecessarily big, he had always been tough for you to take. It was even harder now that you had minimal prep you could feel his tip hitting deep inside of you.

Your heavy moans were echoing throughout the room combined with his breathy grunts. You were just so wet, the 'shlick' of your cunt dragging against him was the loudest thing in the room.

Miguel's hands were on your waist pushing you back against him, trying to make you take him deeper if that was even possible. His thrusts were starting to become harsher and harsher with every push and pull of your hips.

He loved to look at you like this, slutted out and stuffed with cock that was too big for you to even handle. You took him like a champ so why would he complain? That's just not what he wanted. He wanted you crying and trying to run from the onslaught of his thrusts. He wanted you shaking and crying beneath him, begging him to ease up maybe even try the slow him down yourself by placing your hands on his stomach trying to push him away.

He would get what he wanted regardless. Let me show you.

Miguel's grip on you tightens as he pulls out of you. You're already whining as you feel empty without him inside of you.

"Hush baby." His voice was so thick with want.

He's tossing you onto your back placing his hands on your thick thighs and pushing his thumbs into the little crevice behind your knee. Pushing your legs so far back your knees reach eye level on the sides of your head before you can even blink.

"Hold your legs." Fuck.

He had put you in a mating press. One of the most dangerous positions between you two. You already knew what was coming.

"Mig- hold on. let me breathe.." you whisper to him, this position always had you in tears.

"No baby, how about you hold up your end of the deal," he says as he slowly starts pushing into you again.

"Better keep that promise."

Miguel is already bottoming out inside of you before you can even respond with an attitude. His thrusts are heavy and mean just like him. Slamming and torturing the back of your thighs.

You can feel him deep inside of you, deeper than he was before. You were so tight and warm. He could feel you tightening around him. gripping onto him so tightly he can feel every pulse of your wet cunt.

"C'mon, baby."

he whispers into your ear as his hand rake along the sides of your thighs and tease your tits before resting on your throat, tightening his palm around it. Just enough to put you in a slight daze.

Your head tossed back letting out breathy moans as he kissed your neck. God, you looked so perfect like this. Taking his cock so well.

He's pushing into you roughly, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"So good.."

It sounds like you are whining.

"You're fucking me so good."

Your cunt is clenching around him so fucking tightly as if you didn't want him to pull out of you at all. Your hearing is going blank just like your vision. Seeing white dots cloud your vision as your stomach starts tightening.

He's fucking you into the bed harshly over and over again, his mind just focusing on you.

"Open your eyes."

You're trying your hardest to obey him but the way he is hitting inside of you just right is knocking the breathe out of your lungs.

You need a moment of respite to just be able to breathe.

"Mig- uh.. wait." Why should he wait when you could give him what he wanted?

"Open." His voice was loud and demanding.

His thrusts are getting deeper… Harsher with each word. Like he's trying to get you not to do what he is asking of you.

You force your eyes open, tears dripping down your face, fuck do you look so pretty to him. Your pretty pussy speaking so loudly to him. You're going to cum soon. He can feel it with the way you're gripping his arms, leaving the engravings of your fingernails on his tan skin.

His hand moves up to raise your head closer to his face, bringing you into a kiss, licking at your lower lip, tugging and pulling at it with his teeth. He's moaning heavily into your mouth.

The kiss drew you in just enough or you to cum. You're wriggling against him trying to tug your face away from his. Miguel's hand grips onto your face tighter whimpering into your mouth.

"Cum baby."

He's pleading for you to cum.

So you do. Letting go of the tight grip you had on him. Your legs straightened out, pushing against his chest. You're shaking as you gush around him, your body squeezing shut altogether. Can't do anything but let out open-mouthed silent moans as you can't find it in yourself to open your vocal cords and let out any audible noise. Fuck do you look good trying to get away from him only after one orgasm.

Maybe now is not the best time to be asking you questions as you seem to not be in the same universe as him. Miguel smacks your face lighting trying to bring you back down from an incredible high.

"Come back to me, c'mon."

He's waiting patiently still deep inside of you, keeping himself from moving.

"M'gonna move okay?"

You shakily nod your head agreeing with anything he is saying right now.

He pulls out of you slowly, trying not to disturb your moment of clarity.

"Where's your toy baby?" He's getting up and opening the drawers looking for his favorite toy of yours.

You don't answer him as you roll over and check the camera. No blinking red light.

This cannot be fucking happening… You didn't even click record.

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[cheolhub]

happy cheolhub day sar!!! 🎉🫶🏽the banner for your bday post is so cuteee i love the colors! i might be too late for the bday bash, but if i’m not can i ask for “as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more” + joshua, please? 💗

7:15 p.m. — joshua hong

prompt. “as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more.”

wc. ~1.9k

warnings. slight exhibitionism, lots of teasing, bathroom sex (bathroom belongs to cheol oops), mirror sex, needy joshua <3, reader is a menace, dirty talk, pet names [baby], unprotected sex, creampie [MINORS DNI 18+]

note. hi cherry!! thank you lots <333 i kinda… pulled this out of my ass so forgive me if you hate it lol >< as always, this was not proofread so if any of u see a mistake, pls ignore it

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there are many things you love and appreciate about joshua hong. he’s caring, for one, willing to bend over backwards just to see you smile. he also just so happens to be one of the funniest men you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and while he is a menace 99.9% of the time, you can’t imagine not having him by your side. 

and, well, you can be a bit of a menace yourself. 

if there’s one particular thing you love the most about joshua, though, it’s his ability to be completely and utterly patient in almost every situation. he’s always cool, calm, collected– for the most part– and he knows how to wait for the things he wants till the right time comes. (read: things he wants being you) 

and you wish you could say the same about yourself, but you’re not even the slightest bit patient. to you, waiting is pointless and essentially time-consuming. screw “good things come to those who wait.”

nonetheless, you love this trait of his because you thoroughly enjoy testing him and watching his patient resolve crumble with your every action. especially in public. especially at your weekly movie nights in seungcheol’s house.

“stop,” he hisses, swatting your hand away from his thigh. “i already told you, you can have whatever you want when we get home.”

a faux pout etches into your lips, you quietly whine out, “but josh… i want it now.”

“no.” he says sternly, turning back to the movie. technicolor flashes over his face as something happens on the screen. he wish he knew what the plot of this flashy movie was, but all he can think about is how you’re silently begging for his dick right next to him even though a handful of his best friends sit on the floor in front of the two of you. 

you scoot closer to him, lightly ghosting your lips against the underside of his jaw, trailing up to his ear. “please, baby… i miss your cock.” you whisper. “wanna taste. i can’t wait, been needing it all night.”

your hand presses down onto his covered cock, palming him through his shorts. you pant, breath fanning against his ear causing a shiver to run down his spine. 

you nearly salivate as you feel him harden under you, your mouth craving the weight of his cock on your tongue. it’s obvious his patience is wearing thin because his protests have stopped and he’s become much more compliant. 

“josh,” you bring your voice just above a whisper. “please, i’ll do anything to have you in my mouth right now.”

his hand wraps around your wrist, roughly pulling you away from his aching hard on. he leans in close to you, whispering, “go wait for me in the bathroom upstairs.”

you don’t think you’ve ever moved faster, nodding your head before detaching yourself from his side. you quietly step around the boys on the floor with hushed, “sorry’s” and “excuse me’s” in reply to their grumbles. 

“where’s Y/N going?” seungcheol asks, turning back to look at joshua with a raised brow. 

the lie slips out of his mouth so easily, “ah, she had to call her boss. something about a file she forgot to turn in. i’ll go check on her if she’s not back in a bit.” when seungcheol nods, turning his head back to the television screen where the other eyes are, he lets out a silent breath of relief.

a few minutes pass with joshua twiddling his thumb, cock throbbing in his pants knowing you’re waiting for him just a few steps away. he finally stands, stepping away whispering a ‘be right back’ to which seungcheol and jeonghan mumble in response, too engrossed in the stupid movie to care about what the two of you are doing anymore.

he walks up the steep flight of stairs and into the guest bathroom where you’re sitting on the wide expanse of seungcheol’s countertop, gnawing on your bottom lip and swinging your legs back and forth. your head snaps up to see your boyfriend with a stony expression striding over to you. 

“you’re such a fucking tease,” he murmurs, hands immediately finding purchase on your waist. “putting your hands all over me in someone else’s home, are you that desperate? couldn’t wait an hour till we got home?”

you nod your head, lips spreading into a cheeky grin, “i’m always desperate for you, joshie.” 

your words come across as taunting, but you are beyond desperate for him. the heat pooling in the pit of your tummy and the puddle forming in your panties tells you so. 

“menace.” he scoffs, squeezing the clothed skin beneath his large hands. 

“you’re one to talk.” you flash a toothy grin at him, hoping off the counter and onto your feet. “now, let me suck you off before they realize we’re both missing.” 

joshua hooks a hand under your arm, halting your attempt to drop to your knees. he leans in, voice low as his breath fans against your face. “as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more.”

your own breath gets caught in your throat, “josh–” you try, but you don’t get to say what you want before joshua spins you around and bends you over the counter, your heated cheek flush against the contrastingly cool quartz.

a whine bubbles in your chest when his hands pull your shorts and panties down in a single go. the chilly air hitting your pulsing heat has another sound slipping your lips, louder and clearly audible.

“shhh, you don’t want them to come up here and find you taking my cock, do you?” he mumbles, pulling his length out of his shorts and dragging the tip through your drenched folds. you gasp at the contact and he chuckles, “actually, that might be exactly what you want, huh?”

“josh…” you pant exasperated, wiggling your ass before him. “please, just fuck me.”

joshua feels his length pulse in his hand at the breathless version of his name, brain short circuiting at how pretty it sounds on your lips. every remaining ounce of patience withers away to nothing and he’s aligning himself with your drooling hole, pushing himself inside of you. he grunts softly, lodging his bottom lip between his teeth to prevent the likes of a needy moan from exiting his mouth. 

your eyes screw shut and your mouth cracks open to let out the quietest mewl. joshua has always had a knack for gently fucking and stretching you open, but when he’s like this? at his wits end, worked up beyond belief, and undeniably needy for release? he’s near animalistic– forcing his cock into you in one go and gripping at your supple skin so tight that it leaves evidence of the action. an absolute force to be reckoned with. 

but despite joshua’s rough gestures at this very moment, he’s very glad you decided to test his patience tonight because he honestly didn’t realize how badly he needed this till he bottomed out in your slick, tight pussy. nothing beats the feeling of your cunt struggling to the shape of his cock even though he’s fucked you a thousand times. 

he throws his head back as he pulls out completely before shoving himself back into you, his tip nestling at your hilt for a few seconds.

“baby, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he says breathlessly, actively trying not to make a sound. when you clamp tightly around him, he delivers a sharp thrust into the spot that has your eyes rolling. “you’re fucking evil.” he grunts, his bruising grip on your waist unrelenting. 

your palms lay flat against the counter and you use the remainder of your strength to push yourself up to look at him in the mirror’s reflection. “you love it,” you manage to respond, albeit in a strangled voice. 

a lazy grin forms on his face, “you’re right. i fucking love it.” he agrees. he slams into you with more vigor, cock pistoning in and out of you. “i love it when you fucking test me.” he mindlessly admits. 

you bring one hand to clamp over your hand, leaving the other pressed against the counter to keep you up. you muffle the moans that grow louder with every thrust, but some of them inevitably spill out anyway.

it’s music to joshua’s ears. he’s reveling in the way you moan, uncaring of how his four friends can probably hear you just downstairs. if anything, it spurs him on. he’s savoring the way your throbbing heat wraps around him, squeezing him so tight that he might bust prematurely. he’s loving every second of this and he can’t believe he almost turned the offer enticing offer down. 

tears spring to your eyes as the fiery knot in your belly tightens. joshua groans when your pussy involuntarily flutters and he gives you a knowing look through the mirror. 

“you’re close, aren’t you, baby? gonna cum all over me, yeah?” he asks hotly, words breathy and laced with slight desperation. his pride won’t let him cum before you. 

you sob into your hand, nodding your head. “joshua.” the muffled version of his name has his cock twitching and he can’t stop the guttural groan from bubbling in his chest. 

one of his hands snakes around your body till the calloused pads of his fingers find your sensitive clit. he rubs quick, yet consistent, circles into the hardened bud till your body goes taut under his. 

“that’s it. cum for me.” he coaxes gruffly. he prays that the walls aren’t paper thin because your mewls– even while the sounds are muffled by your hand– mixed with the sound of his balls slapping against your heat are positively loud.

you soak his cock in arousal, specks of white flashing in your vision before you nearly collapse. your body goes limp as joshua continues to fervently thrust into you. 

watching you cum has him twitching wildly between your spasming walls and letting out quiet, yet keen moans and groans of pleasure. 

“gonna cum inside you and you’re gonna go back out there with all of it inside of you.” he grunts, thrusts growing more and more brutal. “gonna act like nothing happened with my cum inside your insatiable little cunt, got that?”

you nod, weakly clenching around him again and giving him a pathetic whimper. 

his thrusts grow sloppy and inconsistent before he buries himself inside of you and spills his seed with a breathy moan. he pants, keeping his cock nestled in your ruined cunt till his labored breathing returns to normal. 

after a minute or so, he pulls out of you and quickly pulls your shorts and panties back up to keep his earlier promise. he tucks himself back into his shorts and smiles at your fucked out face through the mirror.

“hope that satiated you,” he says gravelly. “next time you decide to test my patience, i won’t be so nice.” 

you offer a throaty laugh, a lazy smile tugging up your lips, “i’ll be looking forward to it.”

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[lovebugism]

the customer’s always right just gave me life, they're just so sweet AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE CUSTOMER'S ALWAYS RIGHT | heart-shaped

summary: you think you might be falling in love with eddie. eddie thinks he might be falling for you. a series of stashed away insecurities threaten to get in the way. pairing: virgin!eddie munson / f!reader word count: 10k holy moly warnings: talks of drugs, shitty boyfriends, and being a whore <3 also reader gets fingered <3 a lil bit of angst, smut 18+ mdni a/n: ah shit here we go again!! thanks for waiting so patiently for me to get over my writer's block and finally post! reading all the feedback for this series has been so nice, all of you guys are so so sweet <333 anyway, pls enjoy this installment and if you don't.. maybe don't tell me :^) happy reading ily!

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Truth be told, working the lunch rush at Enzo’s wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

It meant you got to miss out on serving all the wine snobs at dinner who send back devoured dishes like it’s their job — insistent on a refund because their food was “unsatisfactory” just to get twice the meal with half the tip.

The rich country club goers you waited on were far more docile in comparison. They arrive dressed in pastel-collared shirts and pretty athletic dresses after finishing up their tennis practices or games of golf.

They sit and talk for hours, dine on the most expensive shrimp and wine, just to leave a tip so ginormous that you have to thank them before they go. It’s a flaunt of wealth more than anything. It might’ve felt the least bit demeaning if it wasn’t going directly into your pockets.

And it would be way too lame of you to say that getting to see Eddie Munson after your shift was the only thing getting you through it at all. That sort of puppy love belonged to high schoolers who don't know any better, you know that… But screw it— knowing you were going to meet him after was the only thing getting you through this mind-numbing, foot-aching, brain-cell-losing, eight-hour shift.

The days, of which there had been four (but, then again, who’s counting?), had been excruciating without him.

You couldn’t even sleep the first night you left his trailer. You felt him everywhere — your mouth, your chest, and between your legs — still buzzing with his touch even halfway across Hawkins.

It had you swearing up and down that the Dungeon Master had some actual powers you didn’t know about. That he’d cast some sort of love spell on you after getting you to come on his thigh.

You quickly learned that Eddie Munson was the kind of boy that girls lose sleep over; the kind of boy that reduces you to your basic schoolgirl tendencies as you grin into your pillow and kick your feet in the air.

It was embarrassing, the effect he had on you.

And you so desperately wanted to blame it on whatever witchcraft the town thought the leader of Hellfire possessed. It was easier than facing the fact that you were head over heels for a stupid boy. 

You didn’t even have time to face it, really, because you were already too busy falling for him. He had you tripping all over yourself and face-planting into the petals of a thousand roses — it was pathetic.

You’d catch yourself smiling whenever you thought of him, grinning like an idiot while you rang up customers at the register — more ecstatic at the idea of Eddie than the hundred-dollar tip they’d left you. It made you giddy to think about seeing him again, enough that it distracted you from the fact that you hadn’t sat down since your shift started.

Eddie had you full of sunshine and rainbows and mirth, like something out of a damn GAP commercial. It was a particular sort of happiness you thought abandoned you a long, long time ago.

Apparently, you were wrong.

You think of Eddie, and a foreign feeling of anticipation swirls in the pit of your stomach. It almost makes you sick with childlike excitement. You didn’t know another person was capable of making someone this happy. It’s unfamiliar and daunting and euphoric and really fucking scary. 

It’s an otherworldly feeling that feels like it’s only happening to you. A secret you want to keep to yourself and shout from the rooftops at the same time. People bustle around you, keep on living their mundane lives, and spare not a glance to their lovesick waitress.

No one knows I’m falling in love right now, you find yourself thinking.

But that isn’t exactly true. Jim Hopper knows because that asshole knows everything, and notices almost immediately how strange you’re acting.

The chief of police was always a comforting sight amidst a sea of strangers, most of whom made more in a week than you could ever hope to make in a year. He's a breath of fresh air, as it were, which is strange considering the two of you spent the entirety of your high school career playing cat and mouse.

He’d catch you smoking, threaten to turn you in, and you’d beg him not to — pull out all the stops, the puppy dog eyes, the innocent schoolgirl charm, the whole damn nine to make him melt.

He’d take pity on you and let you off with a warning, as long as you promised never to do it again. And you’d lie to him, tell him it was a one-time thing, and he’d catch you a week or so later — getting high at the quarry or with your hand shoved down the pants of a man too old for you at Lover’s Lake.

And the cycle would keep on repeating for the next four agonizing years until you graduated.

Strangely, somewhere along the line, the two of you became pretty good friends.

Everyone once in a while, he’ll stop by Enzo’s during his breaks to keep you company. He never actually orders food, though, just binges on the endless free breadsticks until the buttons of his uniform threaten to pop. He'll bathe in yellow candlelight and chi-antee for an hour or more and then leave you a too big tip you always have to fight about when he goes.

Your pour the crimson colored wine he’d ordered into his rounded glass, flashing him the label before describing the vintage to him, per your boss’s demand. 

It feels foreign to be so formal in front of Hopper — because, after catching you with a mouthful of Tommy Hagan in a car back in '83, nothing makes either of you uncomfortable anymore. But sometimes it feels like your asshole manager is lurking over your shoulder every damn second of the day.

And having a job is more important than your pride, you figure.

“This is a medium-bodied, acidic tart, ruby red wine. The earthy aroma pairs nicely with the cherry and strawberry notes…” and blah, blah, blah. You’ve repeated the same couple of lines so often you’ve started to say them in your sleep.

“Well, shit, teacup. If you put that much effort into school, you coulda been valedictorian,” Jim quips with a signature dad smirk that’s half-hidden beneath his bushy mustache.

It’s not the first time he’s made that dumb joke, and it won’t be the last.

You roll your eyes more at the nickname than the backhanded compliment, because it isn’t your fault the sasquatch is six-foot-four.

“How much is this one gonna cost me?” he asks you and leans in his plush seat to reach for the wallet in his back pocket.

“Don’t worry about it, lurch. It’s on the house.”

A mischievous glint twinkles in Jim’s eye as he squints up at you. He tucks the leather back into his khakis. “Sure Enzo won’t mind?” he asks you because he hasn’t yet bothered to acknowledge that your boss wasn’t actually named Enzo. 

“Yeah, he’ll be pissed,” you confirm with a shrug. “I just don’t care.”

“Well, you’re in an unrealistically good mood after the lunch rush,” he sing-songs.

You don’t miss the suspicious lilt in his voice. Your smile is equally sarcastic and sickly sweet as you tell him: “It’s ‘cause my favorite customer is here—”

“Yeah, I don’t buy that,” he interjects with a curt shake of his head. He sits up straighter and leans his elbows on the white linen cloth of the table like he means business. “Who’s the boy?”

“What— I don’t— What are you— boy?” you sputter with a half-hearted laugh. Your stammering isn’t the least bit convincing.

“It’s a boy, right?” he monotones. “You only get all giddy and gross like this when there’s a boy.”

You hate that he knows you so well. It might’ve been sweet if it wasn’t totally infuriating.

To be fair, you did tend to wear your heart on your sleeve, even when you didn’t want to. When you were falling in love, it poured out of you like sunshine and blinded anyone who dared to look too closely.

Golden rays shoot from your fingertips, shine in the irises of your eyes, and flash from your smile — like the one tugging at the edges of your lips now.

It leaves no room to deny what he already knows: that you’re a stupid girl with a stupid crush on a stupid boy because she hasn’t learned from her stupid mistakes.

“Fine,” you concede with your sheepish gaze flitted to the ceiling. “It’s— It’s dumb. It’s a silly crush, it doesn’t mean anything.”

Hopper nods, like he’s giving you some kind of blessing. “Good for you. It’s about time you moved on from that asshole— what was his name again? Harrington?”

It makes you roll your eyes. You can’t tell if he’s actually confused or if he’s making fun of you. It would be all too like a middle-aged man to make a misogynistic joke about a girl who’s had more partners than years she’s been alive.

“Hargrove,” you correct in a monotone. Your tone is as bitter as thinking about him makes you feel.

“Him, too,” he quips.

There it is.

“It’s not even like that, okay? It’s not like anything,” you try and deflect like you aren’t beaming and trying horribly to hide it. “He… He probably doesn’t even like me like that.”

“Well, it’s about time you got over that boy, is all I’m saying. You deserve a good guy. A boy treats you right, who has actual aspirations in life, and keeps his nose clean—” he rambles as he brings the wine to his mouth to take a drink. He stops himself to ask: “What's his name again?”

You fidget ahead of him, shifting your weight on your feet awkwardly because good guy who stays out of trouble and has actual aspirations in life isn’t how most people would describe the Munson boy. Jim least of all.

He’s got a similar relationship with Eddie to the one he had with you, though there was little room for friendship between the two. It’s just an outlaw making a living on drugs and a chief trying to catch him dealing it.

“Eddie,” you answer and then clear your throat. “Uh, Eddie Munson…”

The life leaves Jim’s eyes.

There’s no amount of wine in Enzo’s cellar that could’ve prepared him for that — or you, for the twenty-minute lecture that followed.

“I have no words,” he’d scolded you like a disappointed parent but proceeded to rant for nearly half an hour after the fact, in true fatherly fashion.

Hopper knows when you’re falling in love. It’s all sunshine and rainbows and blue skies. It’s all so sweet he could gag. But there’s always another side of that coin — a dark, colder, meaner one. 

Because sometimes boys are cruel, sometimes you really are in over your head, and sometimes relationships don’t work out. And when things go bad, they go rotten, and he has to deal with the storm cloud you become after the fact.

Taking care of you becomes his part-time job, and his check-ins become endless as he makes sure you don’t fall back into your old ways — using and getting used.

And truth be told, you don’t have the best track record with men, and Hopper tries to tell you all this, but it doesn’t get through.

Because you have a good feeling about this. About Eddie.

Fuck all the rest.

Today marks your thirteenth meeting with Eddie.

For such an unlucky number, it’s got you squirming from all the butterflies fluttering in your belly with an excitement more innocent than you’re used to. Like standing in the queue for a rollercoaster in a childlike mixture of apprehension and animation, somehow both frightened and enraptured for what’s to come.

And you’re absolutely bouncing with it. Smiling to yourself in the car with the radio turned all the way up and the windows all the way down, thrumming your fingers on the steering wheel as you belt the lyrics to “Super Trouper” with a beam that could make the sunshine cower. 

It’s all completely and utterly perfect until you become suddenly aware of how unearthly happy you are.

Then it hits you like a ton of bricks and you shrink into yourself because… maybe you shouldn’t feel this way. The last time you saw Eddie, he came in his jeans and you got off on his thigh — there was never any room for daydreaming and pining and puppy love-ing, not when you so quickly gave yourself away.

The thought of Eddie not nearly being as happy to see you is what hurts the most. How he had you once and now you’re back to just being the customer he sees once a week.

What if he doesn’t give you weed for free anymore? Fuck that — what if you’re not his favorite? 

And maybe it’s just you, maybe you’re the problem. Maybe you should be passed the point of giddy excitement, maybe it’s uncool, maybe you’re wearing your heart on your sleeve and it’s leaving the door open for too much hurt. Maybe Hopper was right.

But you’re happy, at least for right now, and you don’t get the chance to be too often.

Most days, you’re just an accessory — a pretty pebble someone finds on the ground and spends a couple of seconds ogling at before leaving and never thinking about again.

You deserve the chance to be held, don’t you? You should get to be praised and coddled and worshipped like the pretty girls do.

And Eddie makes you feel held. 

So you’ll stick around until he gets bored of you, until you stop being so fun for him. You’ll take the moments of happiness as they’re spoon-fed to you and taste them, really taste them, until you’re starving again. You’ll stay full of this pure puppy love you have for Eddie until it’s time for you to go. 

Because, for now, you’re happy. And isn’t that what matters most?

You don’t know it, but Eddie’s caught in a similar dilemma.

He waits for you at the bench you meet him at every week, like you’ve done for months now, but he’s filled with an unfamiliar gaiety as he anticipates your arrival.

He’s so goddamn excited to see you that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. It borders on a slight uneasiness that makes him sick to his stomach.

Eddie never gets nervous around customers. Not once, not ever.

He’s dealt to weirdos who live on the wrong side of the track, preppy douchebags that shove him into lockers at school, and pretty cheerleaders who pretend he doesn’t exist outside of dealing.

He’s seen it all, really. But you’re the one that’s got him bouncing his knee something fierce beneath the table and tapping his fingers against the rotted top of it while his heart races a million miles a minute.

He’s frightened of being too overeager. He’s scared that you’ll come here, all cool and collected about all of it, and he’ll be the freak show acting like a pretty girl’s never given him an ounce of attention before. They haven’t, but he’d rather not project that sort of disposition. Not to you, at least.

He guesses, more than anything, he’s just afraid of scaring you away.

So Eddie tries to keep the smile on his face hidden — not knowing that it’s your favorite part about him. He tries to be as stoic as possible. He wants to be this cool and mysterious and sexy guy he thinks you want, having no idea that you’d already fallen in love with him before he even realized he needed to be those things for you. 

He’s just about able to wash away his grin when he sees you emerge from the woods and into the small clearing where the lone picnic table lives. 

The pinky plaid skirt you wear rustles against your legs with the breeze, the pleated edges brushing against the skin of your thighs. You pair it with a white piece of Beatles merch that clings to your torso — and fuck he hates the Beatles, but you’re the prettiest thing his cynical eyes have ever seen.

He’s beaming at you before he even realizes it. And by the time he does, he doesn’t feel like the idiot he thought he would.

You’re both sporting matching grins, trying to hide them and failing miserably. His is pursed softly to the side and yours is pulled between your teeth.

You look like the rays of sunlight filtering through the trees, Eddie thinks to himself. 

His eyes must be the golden of them, you conclude.

When you settle on the bench in front of him, you tuck your skirt neatly beneath you and focus on smoothing out than fabric rather than meet the boy’s gaze. You sport a meek smile and a pair of fidgeting hands that ache to touch him.

“Hi,” you greet sheepishly.

He sees your face scrunch in embarrassment at how shy you sound, and the way you almost reach out for his hand but stop yourself just as quickly. He wishes you wouldn’t. He wishes you knew how perfect you were, even when you weren’t totally graceful.

“Hi,” he repeats with a mocking, but no less loving grin, tilting his head towards his shoulder. “How’s it going?”

“Oh, you know… overworked and underpaid,” you shrug. “Just the usual.”

You’re grateful for the small talk. It leaves little room for the awkwardness swimming in your belly. He doesn’t immediately mention what happened the last time you saw him, like people often do when they want to do it all over again. But he isn’t in a hurry to give you your weed so you’ll leave him alone either. That's what people usually do when they want nothing to do with you anymore.

It’s almost like it never happened. 

Or rather, like it did, and he isn’t treating it like a spectacle.

It’s refreshing.

“Boss giving you a hard time?”

“Oh, always. I’m pretty sure that’s what he gets paid to do, actually.”

“Right,” he breathes out a laugh.

Silence hangs in the air for a moment, just a blink of a second, but it’s noticeable. The sudden quiet floats on the cool breeze that ruffles Eddie’s wild hair and sends a shiver down your spine. 

In a split-second decision, you decide not to deprive yourself of the urge to touch him. Partly to distract from the stillness, but mostly because the ache had reached a fever pitch.

You’re so enthralled by his hands resting upon the old wood — the veins that decorate the back of them like the roots of a tree, the way his fingers thrum to a beat only he can hear, and the rings that wrap around them.

“Is this new?” you wonder aloud. You take his wrist in one hand and trace the glinting silver on his pointer finger with the other. It’s the bony fingers of a skeleton curved to form a heart. He’s taped the sides to make it fit better. It didn’t belong to him before now. 

Eddie watches, pleasantly surprised, as you dote on him. 

Your eyes glitter golden beneath an early setting sun. They dance with amusement as your fingertip traces his heart-shaped ring. He smiles to himself and wonders how often you’re looking at his hands to notice he’s got a new ring on.

“Oh, yeah,” he shrugs. He plays it cool, like his heart isn’t thrumming like a hummingbird in his chest at your touch. “Got it a couple days ago at the thrift store outside of town. It was a whole seventy-five cents.”

“I like it. It’s cute.”

“Cute?” he repeats with a scrunched nose and blushing face.

It makes you giggle. “Yeah. You can be cute and badass at the same time, you know?”

“I didn’t know those were mutually exclusive.”

“They weren’t. Not until you came into the world, Eddie Munson.”

He feels cold when you drag your hand away. The kind, almost teasing grin you flash his way warms him all over again. He’s still trying to get used to being so loved on.

You can see the way he gets lost in you for a moment. His cinnamon-tinted gaze, made golden in the sunlight, glazes over as his head gets stranded in the clouds.

The only reason you notice it is because it happens to you. Eddie makes it so terribly easy to float in the deep galaxy of his eyes. Your heart swells to know that it’s happening to him now. Happening to him because he’s looking at you.

You didn’t know you were the kind of girl people could get lost in.

Eddie clears his throat and shakes his head, mostly to himself, but enough to jostle the soft curls that frame his face and sit above his eyes.

“Well, I’m honored, sweetheart,” he grins his signature grin, the bright and cocky one, though he’s too shy to make it reach his eyes now. He busies himself and his restless fingers by rifling through the product sitting in the tin box at his side — baggies full of green nuggets and white powdery pills. 

“So, uh, what’s on the menu this week? The usual?”

“I’ve still got my stash from last week,” you confess. “Haven’t really had the time to smoke it yet.”

His eyes flit up to yours again. “…Yeah?” is all he can think to say to you because internally he’s buzzing — you didn’t even need weed, he thinks to himself, you just wanted to see him.

You only shrug. “I’ve just been, like, crazy busy this week.”

Eddie nods understandingly, but can’t help but to joke: “Is that why you haven’t called?”

Because, fuck, if the past couple of days without talking to you haven’t been complete and total agony. He knows it’s a little too brash and brave of him to wonder why you went AWOL when he hasn’t exactly made an effort to seek you out either. 

Not for lack of wanting to, though. He’d like to put that on record.

“Well, I didn’t call because I don’t have your number,” you retort with a smile that toes the line between cunning and timidity. “So, you can’t really blame me for that.”

He huffs dramatically. “Guess not.”

“It’s probably for the best. If I could call you, I’d never leave you alone.”

“Bold of you to assume I’d want you to,” he dismisses your negative talk with ease.

You warm with his words and duck your gaze on instinct. You keep your eyes on your hands while you fidget with your fingers, wishing that they were his instead. “Just don’t want to bother you or whatever, you know?”

“You could never bother me.”

“Promise?” you ask him. Your smile is playful, but your words are sincere.

Eddie’s is much of the same. “Cross my heart.”

“How about this — I give you my number and you just call whenever you’re free,” you offer, more confident at the boy’s admission and glowing with it. “‘Cause, you know, Wayne probably wouldn’t appreciate me clogging up the phone line very much.”

“He wouldn’t notice… Or care,” he tells you and pulls out an old pen from his tin box. His sparkling deep brown eyes stay locked on you as you rise from your side of the bench and round the table to sit next to him.

You’re obviously not as nervous as he’d been at the trailer all those nights ago, when he had to practically be beckoned over to realize you wanted him beside you.

You sit opposite him, with your knees pointed away from the bench. You get to be closer to him this way. Your thigh presses against his as you twist towards him, your chest mere inches from his arm, your mouth even closer.

You write a series of numbers on his forearm that Eddie can’t make out because he’s too busy looking at you. He admires the frown between your brows as you struggle to get the ink to write and the way your lips purse to the side in concentration.

“Wayne would actually be pretty stoked I was talking to a girl—” he jokes with a laugh though he’s quick to cut himself off like he’d said something he wasn’t supposed to.

His admission was supposed to be funny, something the rest of Hellfire would’ve laughed at because they know him. But you don’t, and he doesn’t really want you to. You’ve already got this idea of him in your head. He lives in agony that he won’t be able to live up to it.

He’ll just have to fake it, he concludes. Fake it until he doesn’t recognize himself anymore.

Fortunately enough for him, you don’t read into his words too much.

“He wants you to settle down, huh?” you joke back, half-distracted as you doodle a heart onto his skin.

“Wants me to move out, more like.”

“I’m sure he’d appreciate the bed.”

Eddie scoffs. “Yeah, right. That old geezer’s practically in love with his Laz-E-Boy.”

He watches with glimmering eyes as you laugh. Then he’s smiling because you’re smiling. He isn’t sure how else he’s supposed to look at you. How could anyone possibly look at you and not hold so much love in their eyes?

You haven’t yet let go of his arm, he notices, as you cradle his wrist in your grasp and swipe your thumb over the blotchy blue veins there. Your gaze is pointed down to where you hold him. There’s a distant grin on your face as you admire such a minute piece of him.

He wants so badly to kiss you.

He could. All he’d have to do, really, is move his head a couple inches and he’d brush the apple of your cheek. The skin would warm against his lips until he ducked down to kiss you for real. 

And he feels just bold enough to ask you, but not quite enough to say the words out loud. Instead, they sit impatiently on the edge of his tongue while he waits for the right moment to say them. The wind blows, and it passes.

“It wouldn’t be totally crazy if I kissed you right now, would it?” you ask him first, looking at him through your lashes like you’re scared he might reject you.

He glows pink, momentarily stunned that you beat him to the punch, then worried that you might’ve read his mind. He plays it cool with a shrug and a shake of his head. “No… Not unless it’s totally crazy how bad I want you to kiss me right now.”

You don’t waste any time. You gravitate towards him like you were made to do it and he meets you easily halfway.

When your lips lock, it feels like a routine. Kissing you is like a cup of coffee and the morning paper and a rocking chair on a front porch — something he could do forever and ever and not get bored of.

You kiss him so soft, more gentle than anyone’s ever been with him, but your tongue swipes into his open mouth, and it’s dirty. 

Eddie still isn’t sure how a person could touch him the way you do. You’re all sweet, like you’re frightened you might break him, but you aren’t scared to kiss him like he’s yours.

As good as it feels to have him against you this way, the position you’re in isn’t any less awkward. Your upper-half is still twisted to face him and he has to lean slightly over to touch you completely.

He explores the cavern of your mouth with a more confident tongue than you remember him having while ten ringed fingers press into your ribs. 

Eddie can feel your mouth contort in a smile. He thinks it’s because he’s tickling you, but you’re just in love and totally giddy with it.

The wooden edge of the bench digs into your spine. The ache distracts you from feeling him the way you want to — the way you need to — so you make a split-second decision to rise from your seat and rest your bottom on the table.

Your lips click wetly, almost out of protest, when they part.

You use the palms of your hands to lift you and prop your sneakers on the bench seat when you sit down again. You wait patiently for Eddie to accommodate you, to rise and keep kissing you the way he was just kissing you. 

He does. Eventually.

He just needed a few moments to gather himself when your new position flashes him the faintest glimpse of your panties — all black and dotted with little red hearts that have started to fade with time.

His eyes widen and he everts his gaze immediately. His cheeks and the tip of his nose go red, like he’d been caught looking at something he wasn’t supposed to be looking at. It’s sort of stupid. You were getting off on his thigh some days ago, and now you’re kissing him like you mean to swallow him whole, surely you wouldn’t mind him peeking.

If he were someone totally different, he might’ve spread your legs, dug his fingers into the fat of your thighs, and put his mouth on you like he wanted to do three nights ago — like he’s been wanting to do for ages.

But he doesn’t.

He just sits there, for what feels like forever, feeling like a total idiot.

But if you notice his hesitancy, you don’t show it. You just cup his warm cheeks in your hands and drag him up to you. Eddie isn’t enough of a dumbass to reject your affections.

He happily melts into your touch once more while the both of you maneuver like a bunch of lovesick teenagers around the bench — rather than just part momentarily to move more efficiently.

You round the table so you’re propped on the outside of it and Eddie’s no longer confined in the seat. If making out and multitasking was an olympic sport, you and Eddie would take the gold, no doubt.

It’s hopelessly high school, the way you make out like teenagers in some clearing, known only to Eddie’s most loyal customers and a golden orange sky. 

It feels rebellious and raunchy, like you’ve just snuck out of Mr. Kaminsky’s lecture on chemical bonds to fuck under the bleachers. You kiss each other and it feels like you’re doing something so much more than yourselves.

Eddie touches you and you feel like a kid again. Everything’s just new experiences and stomachs full of butterflies — heartache is virtually nonexistent. 

As far as you’re concerned, you’ve never been kissed before now. 

You had no idea someone could hold so much love in their mouth and then kiss you with it. You’re so used to tongue and teeth and spit, not these slow and sweet pecks that feel like white clouds and summer rain.

Every now and then, Eddie will slot his kiss-bitten bottom lip between the plush of your swollen mouth. And he’ll just stay there, for several long moments, just to feel you. His ringed fingers rise to cradle your jaw to keep you against him. His nose knocks against the bridge of yours and his heavy breaths fan against your cupid’s bow.

You’re not sure why he does this, why he chooses to be so soft with you when he knows he could have you however he wants. You’re a kitten purring against his chest now, all pliable and willing for him, but he just likes how still and soft you are like this.

You let him kiss you the way he likes. You notice he takes acute infatuation with your bottom lip, biting softly and pulling at the skin until it’s a plump pink thing for him to suck into his mouth.

Every swipe of his tongue against yours is experimental and methodical. He finds what makes you exhale the heaviest moans and keeps doing that until you’re a puddle of a woman in his hands.

Oh, god. His hands.

It’s almost unfair how kind they are. 

One keeps a steady, warm hold on your cheek. He can feel the way you start to soften as you lean more and more into his touch. The other has fallen to your thigh. His fingertips settle beneath the skirt you picked out specifically for him, but don’t move any further than that.

He just likes the feel of you, it seems, as he pets the softness of your skin. Occasionally, he’ll squeeze and marvel at the feeling of your thigh in his grasp and the way it makes you moan against him. The feeling of his silver rings against you makes chill bumps erupt on your skin.

You’re unsure if he knows the effect he has on you. Surely, he must, you figure — just days ago you were falling apart on his thigh and here you are now, willing to do it all over again. 

He touches you like he knows. Like he takes pleasure in teasing you until you’re all but begging for more. And you’re not the least bit ashamed to do it, either. His touch, his hand down your panties, it isn’t a want — it’s a need.

You take Eddie’s wrist in your impatient hand, moving his palm further and further beneath your skirt until it’s pressed against the dampening cotton of your underwear. “Touch me, Eds,” you plead against his mouth, already breathless.

The boy tenses.

It’s a dream come true in the most literal sense, to feel you like this. You cling to his consciousness wherever he goes. You’ve spent so many nights plaguing his dreams that they’ve started to feel like nightmares. He’d wake up in the middle of the night, achingly hard and shuddering with cold sweats at the mere thought that he’d never get to have you the way he always dreamt of having you. 

But it’s here now, lying beneath a heart-patterned cloth, and he doesn’t know what to do with it. 

He’s not scared of you exactly, just of everything else. 

His hand has never gotten anyone off but himself. He’s scared that he won’t make you feel good, or worse, that he’ll hurt you — he’s scared of himself. He’s terrified of losing you and you’re not even his. 

It’s everything else that frightens him, but not you. Not when you’ve got your legs spread out before him and begging him to touch you. Not when you act like you want to be his.

Rather than deprive himself of the dream of you, Eddie decides to hook his pointer finger around the hem of your panties and slide them to the side.

With your pussy concealed by the pleated skirt you wear, he’s forced to work blindly while he touches you. He doesn’t mind, though. He takes the opportunity to feel you as it’s presented to him on a silver platter — the softness of your lips, the trimmed mound of hair above them, the slick coating your warmed skin.

You feel like silk and velvet. A material that’s far too expensive to touch. It makes him feel like he’s ruining you in some way.

Eddie’s open-mouthed, heavy breaths fan against your lips, all nicotine and mint gum. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of him — billowing across your jaw, pressed between your thighs, fingers treating your pussy like it’s a piece of delicate art.

“More,” you beg in a dream-coated sigh and spread yourself further for him. You’ve got one hand twisted in his leather jacket and the other flipping up the skirt of your dress, putting yourself on display for him — a piece of delicate art indeed.

You’re laid out before him, all at once, bare and glistening with need. 

He’s seen plenty of vaginas in his time, usually photographed in a centerfold of a magazine or half-blurry through a botched VHS tape. But, for obvious reasons, you’re quite different. 

You’re beautiful. The kind of beauty that men would’ve fallen on their swords for a time ago, the kind you’re lucky to see in a lifetime. That’s a bit what it feels like to look at you. He looks at you, and he sees a cotton candy sunset over mountains that touch the clouds or clear blue waters that go on for infinity.

Even like this, with your pussy on display for him — in a moment that’s supposed to be dirty — it’s a serene sort of beautiful. You need to be hung up in a museum, Eddie thinks to himself, in the Louvre or some shit — because a freak show from the middle of nowhere shouldn’t get to just have you like this.

He slots his middle finger between your lips, for once not overthinking when the urge to feel you takes over. You soak his appendage with ease, the slick only adding to your softness. He dips down to the dimple of your opening and rises to the peak of your swelling clit. He notices how it makes you twitch against him. 

It feels like being you’re touched for the first time. Unfolded and cherished like some sort of expensive gift. You’re not used to this sort of tenderness. No one’s taken things this slow with you before. The way he’s making you feel good is for him just as much as it is for you. It’s unfamiliarly blissful to be handled with so much care.

Eddie watches with heavy and attentive eyes as your head tips back, like you’re starting to drown in your own pleasure and unbothered to keep yourself afloat. Your contented sighs and gentle tremors spur him forward. Those subtle praises almost equal the pleas that spill from your kissed mouth. 

It makes him stop worrying about how to do all this without being totally obvious that he’s never done any of it before.

Everything he knows, he’s gotten from poorly produced porn. He doesn’t want to treat you like that. Like you’re some toy or plaything or a game to be won. He wants to take things slow and treat you right because it’s becoming more and more obvious to him that no one’s ever done that for you.

He’ll be your first, if you’ll be his.

He finds himself grateful for how responsive you are. He doesn’t need to know everything there is to know about sex or ask you for direction like an idiot because your pussy tells him what to do. 

You tremble every time the pad of his finger swipes against your clit. He can feel you clench around nothing every time he dips towards your opening, as if in a silent plea. You tell him what you like without saying anything, but rather by drenching him in clear-coated honey.

His eyes have trouble flitting away from your pleasure-ridden face and down to where he coaxes you open. His finger glistens with your wetness. Beneath a setting sun, it looks like the sparkling rays over an ocean.

“Fuck,” he huffs, almost moaning. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Sorry…” you mutter meekly.

“What?” Eddie finds himself laughing softly, brows furrowing in confusion at your sudden embarrassment. That’s not the response he was expecting. “Why are you apologizing?”

Your skin burns hot at his question — no longer warmed from pleasure, but out of pure self-consciousness. It’s a conversation you’re used to now, but it hasn’t gotten any easier. With his finger still caught in your drenched pussy, you find it suddenly hard to meet his gaze and instead peer at him through your lashes.

“I don’t know,” you murmur. “Some guys think it’s gross… And messy—”

“Screw ‘em,” he blurts. His brown eyes twinkle with a newfound confidence, not one of the unabashed metalhead drug dealer, but one of a boy whose head over heels for a girl who doesn’t know what it means to be truly cared for. “It’s sexy,” he assures you.

A shy smile hints at the corners of your lips, innocently comforted by the promise and pleased by the compliment. “Really?”

“I promise, sweetheart,” he tells you with a wholehearted nod. He means it more than anything he’s ever said. “Cross my goddamn heart.”

He leans in to press his lips against yours then, just because it feels right to, and you graciously accept his affection. 

Eddie’s kisses come in innocent, loving pecks that are far too sweet in comparison to the way he’s making you feel. His finger traces the slick gathering at your opening, not having to force his way in because your pussy is more than wanting.

Both of you let out low moans when he’s finally inside of you. He doesn’t stop until the silver of his ring is pressed into the outside of your pussy.

You’re wrapped around him like velvet, warm and tight velvet that won’t let him go. He works hard to find a steady rhythm that you like and watches your every reaction intently.

You’ve got your lip dragged between your teeth, biting so hard that the fragile skin has started to blanch. Your eyes have fluttered slowly shut with a frown forming between your brows in a vague concentration as you focus on your own pleasure.

You seem to like it most when he’s crooking his finger rather than thrusting them inside of you. At least, that’s what he assumes, as he reaches a much softer spot within you that makes you jolt against him.

Your hand darts to his wrist, not to tug him away or pull him any closer, just to tether yourself to him.

“Can you— fuck—” you sputter when the palm of his hand bumps against your clit. “Can you add another finger? Please?”

You’re all whiny and breathy like you’re begging him, like there’s any chance he might deny you. Eddie’s not exactly in the business of saying no to you. 

He slides his ring finger in with his middle. He marvels at how snugly they fit inside you and how the sticky nectar coats his skin. Your wetness has gathered around his silver rings, including the one with the skeleton hand you were complimenting earlier.

He doesn’t ever want to wash them again... Not that he ever did in the first place, but he makes a vow not to start now.

Eddie doesn’t know it, but this is the part where you usually get embarrassed. Sometimes you think you’re too sensitive, too responsive. You’ve found that there’s a threshold between being sexy and being needy that most guys tend to enjoy. But, for you, it's a finicky thing and you find yourself crossing it before you realize it.

You moan too loud, talk too much, whine too often. Nearly everyone you’ve ever been with has said so in some way or another — mostly in gentle approaches that are observations more than anything. But some boys aren’t so nice. They say that you get too turned on, the wetness coating your pussy is evidence of that, and they tell you that’s it’s gross.

But here, now, with Eddie, there’s little room for embarrassment.

He tells you that you’re pretty, swears up and down that the way your slick trickles down his fingers is sexy. And for the first time in your life, you find yourself actually believing someone who tells you that.

You let him pry you open with slow and meticulous touches. You can feel his bent fingers deep inside you, exploring the slick velvet of your walls, and rubbing at the spot that makes you keen. It’s got your back arching and thighs trembling by his waist, toes curling inside your sneakers while you keep a tight grip on his wrist.

“Rub my clit, Eds,” you plead breathlessly with your eyes shut tight. You’re about to come, you can feel the tightening coil in the pit of your belly, you just need a little bit more. “Please, Eddie— please, touch my clit—”

He’s hasty in his attempts to comply to your request. He barely lets the words leave your mouth before he presses the pad of his thumb just above the hood of your clit. And it doesn’t feel bad per se, it actually feels pretty damn good, it’s just not where you need him most.

It’s not the first time a guy’s had trouble finding your clit and you figure it won’t be the last, so you opt guide him with a helping hand. You maneuver his thumb until it’s pressed snuggly against your swollen button. 

Eddie watches attentively as it makes you whine. You arch your back, pressing yourself further against him, as a moan rises from the depths of your chest and spills out of your mouth. You pull him somehow closer by the lapel of his jacket. 

He takes every unspoken criticism to heart, along with every one of your wordless praises. His acute attention to what you like the most — how his thumb on your clit makes you clench around him, how you moan every time he rubs against that foreign spongy spot inside of you, and how he keeps on doing that because he can tell that you like it — sends you to an otherworldly place pleasure.

It’s different from guys that are just good from experience. Most do the same old shit that gets their girl off because they know they’ll get off in the end, too.

Eddie’s attentiveness is unfamiliar and spellbinding, all-consuming and unavoidable. A pleasure you’re both chasing and wanting to run away from out of fear it might be too much.

“Is this okay?” he whispers to you, breath fanning across your cheek.

You nod wordlessly in reply, with your lip caught between your teeth as you fight to bite back the cry building in your throat. It’s hard to when he’s so intently hitting every spot that makes you dizzy. The moan that inevitably spills from your mouth sounds wet, like you might really start to cry.

“Fuck,” you wail when your stomach tenses. His fingers, deep in the confines of your pussy and rubbing at your clit, are relentless. Pleasure’s biting at your ankles now and you have no way to stop it from swallowing you whole. “Feels so good, Eds—”

Your mouth hangs open as you drop your head down to watch him work you open.

His ringed fingers are coated with you, a sheen of honey that drips down his fingers and onto the silver wrapped around them. You’re hopelessly spread open for him, your pussy blooming like a flower at the promise of springtime for the boy, and then tightening around him to keep him trapped inside you.

It’s dirty, like a lewd piece of art that you can’t help but gawk out.

You fight to keep your heavy eyes open. You want to watch what he’s doing to you, but it’s a harder feat than you could’ve ever imagined. Pleasure rises so violently in you. You’re frightened you might burst entirely.

“I’m gonna come,” you whimper. It’s a warning to you but for him, it’s a promise. Your head tilts back again, face scrunched in a gentle sort of horror, like you’re scared at how good you feel. “Please don’t stop. Oh my god, Eds— Please don’t stop. Please, please, please—”

Eddie presses a gentle kiss to the buzzing skin of your cheek. He whispers his slurred promises there, too. “I’m not gonna stop, sweetheart. Not gonna stop until you want me to, ‘kay? Not until you’re pushing me away. Wanna make you come so many times you can’t take it—”

You clenched around him at his words. His fingers, trapped in your velvet, struggle to move within you as you tighten. The thumb on your clit works you through your orgasm.

Your mouth hangs open in a silent moan while your hand grips his wrist something fierce. Pleasure builds and builds and builds, striking you like lightning so suddenly, and reducing you to a shuddering mess on the picnic table in front of him.

“There you go,” Eddie whispers in your ear through his own trembling breaths. “Yeah, keep going for me— keep coming.”

You comply.

You don’t have much of a choice in the matter, anyway.

Your orgasm runs over you like a dozen fucking freight trains. You’re caught in your own riptide of pleasure, drowning in it with no way of getting out. With no choice but to endure it, you whine and writhe against him while his hand stays trapped between your trembling thighs. It forces you to feel all of it until you can’t take it anymore. Just like he promised.

The pleasure passes. The vice-like grip your pussy had on his fingers lessens. The high fades. But Eddie keeps going. You don’t feel much of it at first, still pleasantly numb and buzzing, then you realize how sensitive you are.

He crooks his fingers faster, rubbing against the swollen spot inside you, while the pad of his thumb presses steadily against your clit.

You’re sloppy and wet and still gushing from the fading orgasm. A second one wouldn’t be too hard to reach, not with Eddie touching you the way he is just now, but you’re scared that it might be too much.

The I can barely see, we need to lay down a towel, hold me while I float into subspace sort of too much.

“Mm-mm,” you hum softly in protest, twitching against him while you squeeze his wrist. You feel his fingers still within you.

A lazy smile plays on your lips as you tilt your face towards an orange sun, all fucked out and beautiful. Eddie could stare at you for ages and find something new to love.

“No more. I need… Need a break.”

You shudder when his fingers drag slowly out of you, trying hard not to jostle you too much. The pads of them have started to prune slightly. His ring and middle finger stick together with a mixture of your come, he separates them to watch your honey stretch and break apart. 

He doesn’t know what to do with them. If he should wipe them on his jeans, or if that would be too barbaric of him. If he should stick them in his mouth to finally get a taste of you, or if you might think that’s too much.

You beat him to the punch, just like you always do, as you grab him by the wrist and bring his fingers to your mouth. Your eyes are still half-closed as you run your tongue over his skin, sucking at them like they were his cock — god, he wishes it were his cock.

He watches you with his own heavy gaze and an agape plump pink mouth, stunned at how you could do something so sexy without thinking. He has no idea how you manage to find ways to become more beautiful just when he thinks you’ve run out.

When you pull off of him, you do it all slow, like you’re teasing him. A soft, wet pop sounds when your lips leave his fingers. You smile like a fucking minx at him when you do.

“Was that— Was that good for you?” Eddie asks you with a nervous, doe-eyed chocolate button gaze. You’re unsure how he could make you feel so good and then worry that it still wasn’t enough.

“It was perfect, Eds,” you promise, then joke: “If you don’t believe me… believe the wet spot you made me leave on this fucking table.”

It makes both of you laugh like a pair of lovesick idiots. 

Your hands rise to his jaws, fingers getting lost in his wild curls as you drag him to you again.

He keeps a pair of steady hands on your hips as you lick hungrily into his mouth, kissing him like you haven’t gotten tired of kissing him yet. And when you part, you leave one, two, three more pecks against his lips.

“So… This is what you came out here for, huh?” Eddie jokes with his signature stupid grin that you want to kiss all over again. “You didn’t even want the weed, you just wanted to use me. I’m wounded, sweetheart. Truly.”

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “Came out here to see you… This part was just a bonus.”

He happily accepts the kiss you give him, though he tenses against you when your hands travel from his jaw and to his chest, trickling down his torso like drops of rain until they rest on his belt. 

“Something tells me you don’t mind either way,” you murmur against him when your palm settles against his hard cock trapped in his tight jeans.

He can hardly hear you, though, too trapped in his own head. 

He can’t fuck you out here, not like this.

Maybe it’s too stereotypical for a virgin, but he wants his first time with you to be on a real bed and not some bench that threatens you with splinters. He wants to wine and dine you, and treat you right like he’s supposed to, not fuck you in the middle of nowhere like you’re a plaything he can do whatever he wants with.

But he doesn’t know how to tell you all this, so he parts from you with a wet click and shakes his head. “You don’t— You don’t have to—”

“I want to, Eds,” you assure him. “I promise.”

“I can’t… I mean, I guess, I’m not really…” he stammers out. He has no idea what to say to you, totally at a loss of how to turn you down. The way you clutch his covered dick, make his toes curl in his sneakers and his brain go all stupid, doesn’t exactly help either.

“What?” you tease with a light-hearted chuckle as you squeeze his rock-solid cock through the denim. “Not really hard?”

“No, it’s just…” he breathes out a laugh, or rather tries to.

He watches with wide and frightened eyes as you work at his belt buckle, struggling to unfasten it without his assistance. There’s a tug-of-war playing in his brain right now, because he wants you — he wants you so bad — but not like this.

Not when he hasn’t been completely honest with you.

It’s not fair to either of you. 

Least of all when he has to turn you away without explaining why.

“I don’t think we— we really shouldn’t,” he tries to let you down easy, but to you it just sounds like he’s being coy, playing with you so you’ll beg to suck his cock. And you keep on going because you’re not totally above that. “No, really. I can’t— seriously, stop. We need to stop.”

The sudden firmness in his voice makes you still. Eddie’s never talked to you like that before. The stern, foreign words he spits at you tells you that he’s serious.

You jerk away from him like he’s burned you.

Embarrassment sets fire to your face.

“Sorry. I just— I thought that— I just wanted to return the favor,” you stammer out in an apology, frightened you’ve crossed a line with him.

No one’s ever turned down a blowjob from you before. Most times, that’s all guys want.

“No, yeah, I know,” Eddie nods understandingly when he sees how you’ve started to shrink into yourself. He steps back from you and tucks his belt back through the loop of his jeans “I just… I— I have more customers coming… And everything, so…”

“Right.”

“Yeah. And I don’t really, you know— I don’t want them to see…” he trails off with a shrug because that’s easier than saying, I don’t want them to see you sucking my dick. No one deserves to see you like that. That’s for my eyes only.

It would’ve been something short of a compliment had he said it out loud. You would’ve blushed with a shy, cheeky smile — “For your eyes only, huh?” you would’ve teased like you weren’t enlightened by the prospect of belonging to him and him only.

But because he doesn’t say that, you take on a whole other meaning to his words. I don’t want them to see me with the town whore, you can imagine him thinking. I might be the freak, but being associated with the slut would be a whole new low. 

Maybe it’s irrational thinking, but it wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened to you. The fear has turned into a full-blown phobia.

You’ve made a boogeyman out of the clothes in your closet because you’re so frightened of him leaving you. And he doesn’t even fucking belong to you.

“Right,” you echo with a nod. “Okay.”

You find it suddenly hard to meet his gaze as you slip off the bench, sliding your panties back into place before pulling your skirt down again.

You’re so deep in your own head, wallowing in your woe, that when Eddie leans down to kiss you, you jerk away from on instinct. Like your body’s telling you not to play with fire, something that’s destined to burn you.

Because Eddie can’t ever belong to you. In some ways, you can’t really belong to him either, not when you’ve belonged to half of Hawkins.

But your wordless rejection sends a shock to his heart, a bolt of blue that pierces the beating organ. Your denial feels like heartbreak and you can see the anguish coat his features. He looks at you look a wounded puppy, glassy eyes going wide and thick brows frowning softly as he wonders what he did so wrong.

You kiss him anyway, if only to tell him that he didn’t do anything wrong — that it’s all you and your stupid brain that won’t let you enjoy a good thing while you’ve got it. It’s the briefest little peck, a brush of your lips against his, and it has his mouth tingling anyway.

“I’ll call you later?” he says to you, though it comes out as more of a question than he intended it to.

You shrug with pursed lips, then try your best to smile. “Whatever you want.”

Eddie watches you walk away and feels like an idiot to let you go. 

He can tell that he’s upset you. You’ve had too many shitty experiences with guys not to be weary of another, and he knows that.

But he also knows he’s a total fucking coward — he’s always ran away from things, never towards something. Because that shit? — That shit was fucking scary, even for a so-called devil-worshipping freak.

But he finds himself hurrying towards you anyway.

His raggedy sneakers practically float on air as something short of muscle memory carries him towards you before you can get too far away.

And when he reaches you, he takes you by the arm, spins you and pulls you towards him. You barely get the chance to blink before he presses his mouth against yours.

He cradles you by the neck, resting large palms on either side of it, as he slots his lips against yours. And he does that thing where he just rests his kiss there, just feels you. 

Eddie notices when you relax against him. You sigh against his cupid’s bow, your hands fall to his waist, and you melt totally into him. Your lips untangle slowly and tingle when he parts from you. You know you’ll be feeling him there all night… there and everywhere else.

“I’m gonna call you later,” he tells you, voice confident and unwavering.

He hopes you understand what he really means by them — whatever you want, you’d said when you saw how unsure he was. And now he’s telling you what he wants, not to make some stupid phone call, but that he wants you.

He can tell you get the hint when you smile at him. It looks like the pinky-orange sunset that bathes you in warm-colored hues. 

You nod. “I’ll be waiting.”

have any more virgin!eddie thoughts? or just thoughts about my writing/requests in general? leave them here if you want! ꒰◍ᐡᐤᐡ◍꒱

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[crazystargirl]

Hiii!! Ur blog is amazing! I saw you wanted requests so!

Could u write smth abt f!reader x Ethan Landry where the reader is kind of like a rockstar gf? And she’s very flirty with him but has an attitude with everyone lol. And Ethan just being shy when the reader flirts with him but always has her back and if necessary drags her out of arguments/fights.. established relationship pls,I hope u enjoy writing this if u decide to :)<333

musician!ethan x rockstar!reader hc  ♥︎

pairing ♥︎ - musician!ethan landry x rockstar!reader, ethan landry x fem!reader

word count ♥︎ - 0.5k !

a/n ♥︎ - kae, thank you for being such a sweet person and being so patient for me to finish your request, i honestly took forever to write this bc i had no idea how to write this so i made it into headcanons. i hope you enjoy it !!! ( p.s. i looked up what a rockstar gf was and just didn't really like the idea of it so i kind of changed up it up and added my own lil thing )

↳ first of all, both you and ethan are musicians

↳ you're pretty reckless so people were shocked when they found out that ethan, a shy musician, was dating you, a rockstar

↳ also ethan probably plays the acoustic guitar while you play the electric one

↳ you guys met at one of your performances that chad dragged ethan to

  🎸 "dude i can't go tonight! i have homework!"

  🎸 "fuck homework dude, you need to loosen up for once"

↳ you immediately noticed ethan out of the large crowd since there aren't many people like him at your performances

↳ you realize that ethan is the musician you go to watch perform sometimes to take your mind off of school

↳ you guys ended up talking back stage later and he asked you out

↳ he took you on a little picnic and the rest is history

↳ you guys had been dating for a few months and ethan very quickly picked up on all your bad habits

↳ for one your room was always messy so he always cleaned it up while you were class

  🎸 "eth! you don't need to clean up my room everytime it gets messy!"

  🎸 "but love if i dont you're literally going to have a landfill in here

↳ he takes you with him most days so you can watch him rehearse his stuff

↳ you usually just sit there watching on one of the trunks ( you made it VERY clear early on that you wanted to sit on a trunk and not the chair )

↳ sometimes he'll let you join in or just do your own thing

↳ you like flirting with ethan a lot since it makes him all flustered

↳ his love language is giving you little gifts and sometimes writing songs for you

↳ since you're stubborn as fuck he usually finds you arguing with people

↳ and him being the sweet, shy boyfriend, he has to drag you out of fights or arguments 

  🎸 "baby you cannot keep arguing with people!"

  🎸 "but he said you weren't a good musician so i had to argue in your defense!"

↳ ethan's asked you before why you're like that with others and not with him

  🎸 "because you're my boyfriend and i love you, are you complaining?"

  🎸 "nononono i was just curious baby"

↳ sometimes you're like a little kid and to calm you down he gets you ice cream and the worst part? it works

↳ unfortunately this isn't the only time you'll act like a kid, if you're at one of ethan's performances and you're bored because your phone is dead, he'll give you his and it will shut you up

↳ sometimes he'll let you sit on his lap when you rehearse

↳ after performances he'll take you to go get food and then you guys will watch a movie together at his place

↳ when you guys are both on break, ethan will take you out on cute little dates

↳ sometimes when you're bored out of your mind, he'll teach you how to play the acoustic guitar 

  🎸 "eth this is too hard"

  🎸 "baby you cannot give up that easily otherwise you'll never learn"

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a/n ♥︎ - this is kinda short, i apologize, but if you want there to be a pt. 2 or a lil drabble for this, just send me an ask :)

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#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry fluff #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x you #jack champion fluff #fluff #scream 6 ethan

[hitomisuzuya]

Good day Suzu hope you had a great day and drink lots of water! Time for my (almost) daily request! And pls do finish up everyone elses request before u get to mine (I dont mind waiting Suzu💌) This one is kinda detailed so heads up: Argument between fem reader and Wanderer breaking out about something reader thinks was affecting their relationship negatively and wanderer simply jusy doesnt understand. Things get a lil heated and reader just storms out of the house needing some time to cool off. But imagine reader finally getting back at midnight persay and seeing wanderer sitting on the edge of the bed (in the dark) looking out at the window waiting for reader to come back. The both ended up apologizing and made out <333 probably reader is on top this time andnpraising and reasurring wanderer bc for sure that man was so afraid you'll leave his ass like the resy but no, youre fucking him good tonight 😄😄

a/n: There you are, dear ❤️ I love this ask, especially how you worded it. Coming right up for you. I hope you enjoy. Excuse me will I snatch this up to answer. I found my second wind because I am happy that the weekly wrestling show I watch is starting. (Yes, I know it may seem unladylike for a girl to watch wrestling but I love it. My mom had it on all the time while I was growing up😌)

It's slightly smutty at the end, but nothing too detailed.

Wanderer x fem!reader. Making up with the Wanderer after a heated argument.

"What is your problem!" An argument with Wanderer was beginning to get heated and fast. "I don't understand what you are so pissed about! Enlighten me!"

"Of course don't understand!" You snapped, yanking your jacket off the hook on the door. "You've been taking so many walks by yourself lately! You clearly don't want me around!"

He grabbed your wrist when you turned to leave. "Don't walk away from me!"

"Let go of me!" You yanked your wrist to free it from his grasp. "I just..I just need some time to myself. I'm going to see Nahida!" He actually flinched when you slammed the door behind you. "That's not time to yourself, idiot!"

It was well into the night when you returned. Nahida has calmed you down, reminding you to be patient with Wanderer. He was still learning a lot of new things, and he could get easily overwhelmed when he didn't understand something. You felt guilty about storming off.

Wanderer was sitting in the dark, staring out the window. When he turned his head to look at you, you had to cock your head to hear him when he spoke, his voice almost at a whisper when he spoke. "You came back..why don't you just ask to come with me? I always want you by my side."

A few tears welled in your eyes as you walked up to him. "Shit, now you are crying." There was something else in his eyes, something that was not there often if ever. It was fear. He'd honestly thought you weren't coming back. It was the one thing he feared the most.

Wanderer wrapped his arms around you when you straddled him. You rested your forehead against his. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone for so long."

"I'm sorry too," he replied. Remember moments like these. It was hard for the Wanderer to say he was sorry. You kissed him gently. "I would never leave you," you said before he pressed a hand on the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. Your touch was the only he thing he wanted most right now.

Wanderer seized the opportunity to push his tongue into you mouth. You moaned, beginning to grind down against him. You stroked his cheek in reassurance. His breathing was starting to speed up the more his tongue explored your mouth, curling around yours in a way that made you shiver.

You were the one thing that he always wanted the most, especially your love and affection. "I love it when we make out like this," you said against his mouth.

You pulled away, but only for a moment to flash him a mischievous smile. "Don't worry, Wanderer. I'm going to fuck you good tonight." That made him chuckle softly as he flung you gently onto the bed, crawling on top of you to resume making out with you. He was more than eager to get having make up sex with you.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #wanderer #wanderer smut #wanderer x reader #genshin fluff #wanderer x you #wanderer x y/n #fem!reader

[aeth-supremacy]

Aether you say? I have soooo many ideas- I write for ghost too <3 aether is my bae tho

1. Aether with sick reader

2. Aether with reader with ptsd or childhood/religious trauma

3. Aether comforting reader on period

4. Ghoul reader letting their guard down after being summoned and accidentally falling sleep in his lap <333333

5. Ghoul reader newly summoned and always missing but actually in the garden

6. (Platonic) aether with younger teen reader going through teen stuff and it’s just fluffy dad vibes

I have some smutty ideas- I kinda specialize in that but fluff is so amazing! Ily <33

- lovely ice ghoul anon 🌬️

Thank you so much for these!! Ilyt! I have some spicy smutty Aether on the way, hopefully up this weekend, but here’s some more sweetheart Aeth while the reader is on their period :) <3 I’ll get to the other ones soon, but I have sooo many unfinished projects rn!

Aether - Comfort and Chamomile 

Word Count: 950

Pairing: Aether x Reader

Summary: Aether surprises you with some sweet comfort as you deal with your time of the month.

Warnings: None! All fluffy.

Notes: I know everyone’s period experience can be different but I used mine as reference lol. I hope you guys enjoy! More is to come very soon, pls be patient with me and excuse how short this lil story is <333

As you sat in the bay window of your shared bedroom with Aether, you lazily turned the pages of the book in your hands. You were curled up, a blanket over your pajama-pant-ridden legs, and many pillows cushioning below and behind you. You read some poetry, hoping it would ignite something in your mind and spark inspiration or something to make you feel better. You groaned as you slammed the book shut. Your stomach was killing you, your back ached, your chest was sore… you just couldn't catch a break. You felt horrible, you had been so drained and lightheaded these last few days that you could swear you were bothering Aether. However, just as you would expect from a sweetheart like him, he treated you spectacularly without a second thought and was never bothered by your condition. 

You looked out the window for a moment, admiring how the sun beamed down onto the leaves and waters of the chapel garden. If you weren't in such a pained state, you were sure you’d be tending to it by now. Unbeknownst to you, Aether had also just gotten out of practice and was on the way back to you. He knocked on the door gently before entering so he wouldn't scare you, then he pushed his way in carefully and greeted you with a smile. He walked over to your comfy spot in the window as you looked at him with adoration.

“Hello, amica mea. I brought you something!” He held up his hands, revealing a mug with steaming tea. He smiled excitedly as he handed it off to you, warning you of the heat. “I made it just minutes ago, be careful.” He spoke softly. 

“Oh, Aeth- thank you, honey. What is this?” You were flattered that he went out of his way to stop in the kitchen and make tea for you, but you knew he would do so much more. He kneeled down to your level, placing a hand on your arm as he looked into your eyes. 

“It’s chamomile tea! It should help with your stomach, your breakouts, and your anxieties. I looked up a good tea for all your symptoms while in the library and that was my conclusion. I hope you like it.” He waited for you to try it, his hand rubbing up and down on your arm in a soothing motion.

You brought the mug to your lips, gently blowing on the tea as you took a sip. You paused for a moment as you took in the taste. “Mmm- that’s not bad at all!” You looked over to Aether, who had the biggest smile on his adorable, maskless face. “Thank you so much, Aeth.” You motioned for him to come closer, and you placed a kiss on his lips as a thank-you. 

“What were you reading?” He questioned as he noticed the book in your lap. 

“Oh, just some poetry. Ya know, to take my mind off of things just a bit.” You explained and used your free hand to place the book in his hands. He examined the cover and flipped through a few pages before looking around the room. 

“Would you like me to possibly read you some? I’d love to… if it would make you happy.” Aether gestured for you to get up and walk over to your shared bed. 

“My dear, you are far too sweet to me… but I would love that.” As soon as you were done speaking, Aether took the tea from your hands and held out his arm for you to grab onto in case you were to stumble from your lightheadedness. He walked you slowly to the bed, being aware of your pains as you went. He placed your tea on your bedside table and tossed the book onto his side of the bed.

“C’mere,” He held out his arms to you. “I haven't hugged you yet, pretty girl.” Your heart warmed as you leaned into his hug, letting his big arms cage you in his safety. You warned him to be gentle and not squeeze you, and he happily obliged. He was happy to be loving on you at all, as he always was. He let you go with a kiss to the forehead and a helping hand under the covers. He got in beside you, letting you cuddle into him as he opened up your book.

Aether reading to you was the sweetest thing. He read softly, pointing out when a certain line reminded him of you. He held you softly with his free arm around your waist. When you wanted another drink, he allowed you to lean away and take a sip before he continued. He was patient, and caring, and oh so warm. As your amount of tea began to dwindle, you noticed how heavy your eyelids began to feel. You started to drift, cuddled into Aether’s chest and feeling the rumble of his voice as he read. He continued to hold you, his big warm hand rubbing your aching back. He looked down at you once he noticed your lack of motion and felt the absence of discomfort in your mood. 

“Awww-” He whispered. “My sweet beauty. Sleep well, you deserve it.” He closed your book and placed it on his nightstand. He leaned into your cuddles, embracing the physical touch that you both loved so much. He wrapped both arms around you, bringing you further into his chest. He would do anything for you. He would take a lecture from Imperator for missing practice or dinner, he would make every tea, read every book, anything. He loves you. And that was all that mattered in that moment.

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Stsg anon back at it again with a new idea for you to eat!!! poly, teen!stsg where they both develop a crush on reader who’s quiet, who’s timid, who keeps to themselves. Not as strong as either of them and not as popular. They two are best friends and they certainly won’t fall apart over a crush, so they talk it out and decide they’re both perfectly fine with arranging some sort of polyamory (if you return their feelings, of course. That was something suguru pointed out btw 😭)

(…which they both convince themselves is totally just for the sake of maintaining their friendship, just for the sake of both of them getting to date you, totally not also because there’s some romantic tension between them that they aren’t ready to face yet.)

But they have such different ideas on how to go about courting you and they bicker (lightheartedly) about it all the time. Suguru who thinks that they should go about it gently, kindly, who thinks they should take it slow. Who’s so thoughtful, who recognises that being flirted with by two very attractive and popular guys could be overwhelming, especially for someone shy and introverted. Who’s charming because he’s gentle, because he brings you food when you mentioned you were in a rush and forgot to make your own, who’s just so kind and always seems to offer you a spot with him and satoru when he spots you alone in your classroom at lunch. Who gives the softest smiles and gently taps your shoulder to get your attention, who’s big hands gently brush against your own when he hands you a worksheet.

But Satoru is eager. Confident, exceedingly so. Who, when he wants something, he gets it. He’s the Satoru Gojo for the love of god, he knows he’s everybody’s dream man, so he sees no reason in waiting or being slow- who, not for the first time in his life, needs suguru to calm him down and force him to be rational and not freak you out. He’s the embodiment of a lovesick puppy. Who showers you in gifts even if you aren’t dating yet, because he just can’t resist ! Who brings you flowers he remembers you said you liked, who writes witty and flirty notes and chucks them at your head (gently) in class when the teacher isn’t looking, who’s always slinging an arm around your shoulder, flicking your forehead, ruffling your hair. Who grins and winks at you in such a satoru way, who excitedly grabs your hand and interlinks your fingers when he wants to bring you somewhere, who has to physically hold himself back from squealing and giggling like a schoolgirl when he catches you glancing or blushing at either of them.

Both of them who make sure nobody gives you shit, who are with you constantly, always making sure you’re okay and not upset about anything, who help you to become a little more self confident and extroverted (around them at least), and who don’t mind it when it’s one of those days where you’d prefer to just be your normal self, to read and be alone (alone from everyone but them of course, god forbid the clingy bfs go a second without you..)

Giggles so hard…. They’re such cutie pies <3333 this might be a little bit too long but I just needed to share this thought augh I’m such a sucker for them and how they respond and think about things differently yet are still each others ride or dies :3 !!

HELP MEEEEEEE THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER I COLLAPSED 😭😭😭 stsg anon u need to write a fic this concept makes me so weak

i know i already said it but u r just FEEDING me atp….. i lovelovelove reading these SO much pls never worry about them being too long!!! u could drop a whole essay into my askbox n i wouldnt mind at all <333 i adoreee poly stsg and ur thoughts on them !!

AND THIS CONCEPT …. hhhh :( so sweet. it gives me insane shoujo manga vibes anon !! just all heart fluttering n giddy. theyre cutiepies its true <33

and ofc i agree so much!!! sugu being the more gentle one, patient, considerate… (he’s soooo <33) while gojo is just so eager to see u smile and laugh and blush he LIVES off ur reactions……. him being his lil lovesick puppydog self and sugu trying to keep him in check LMAO thats so so cute!! squealing n giggling while sugu rolls his eyes (fondly) (lovingly) (in adoration) (i just feel like he’s so whipped for both of u… he thrives off ur joy </3)

(ALSOOOOO ANON….. the romantic tension between stsg…… i agree so so much. i think they just dont really have a word for what they feel for each other yet, but once they do… maybe there would be an adjustment period where they’re just figuring themselves/each other out but !! i think it’d be short. they just care for each other so much yknow??)

AND AND them being so protective <///3 u know the way to my heart. and understanding too!! we’ve talked abt this before anon but they really ARE such a great duo bc gojo is always there if u feel more extroverted and outgoing but on days when u just want to be silent and cozy sugu is waiting on the couch w blankets and tea <333 and them being so clingy LMAOO it’s so true…. on days when u want to be ALONE alone sugu has to literally pry gojo away from u w his bare hands 😭😭😭 n then he just waits outside the door like a dog. and sugu starts getting headaches bc he has this itch to tend to ur needs but he knows he shouldn’t disturb u PHDHDHS codependent losers <333

i loovveeee imagining them in more fluffy scenarios like this it makes me so happy wahhh… its what they deserve!!! i LIVE for ur thoughts anon tysm for the meal as always <333

#theyre our lovelies always and forever <333 #war criminals to the world silly babygirls to us frfr #poly stsg x their lil quiet introvert reader ohh im melting T_T they would be sooo protective its insane #wishing u a super nice day anon !! 🌻🌻🌱 #ask tag ✩ #stsg anon !! ✩

[marsbar17]

Hello! I was wondering if maybe I can old get some sfw/nsfw hcs for mirage x wriath? If you haven’t don’t them already pls ;-;

Of course! Everytime I see this ship I think about the early days of apex back when I was like 13 hdjdhsjka

Also I just like an hour ago I got another anon ask for this ship so this worked out pffff

Anyways I hope you like this, I put my heart and soul into it :)

Mirage x Wraith Headcannons :)

Contains: NSFW further below

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《SFW》

• Two bisexuals in love <333

• We all know Wraith holds the reins in this relationship, ain't no way she's letting Mirage boss her around

• Just like in my Mirage x Reader headcanons, Mirage is like a lost puppy looking for affection

• Wraith is the type of person to go up to the fast food workers and tell them that Mirage asked for no pickles pffff

• Wraith is Mirages scary dog privilege, anyone who fucks with him gets a kunai to the throat

• Mirage gets invited to game night with Wraith, Wattson, and Crypto

• He feels very betrayed that they made a weekly hangout without him, and they let him win uno to make him feel better

• I feel like Wraith would have a stutter due to the amount of voices in her head, it's hard to talk while a bunch of other people are also talking in your head

• Mirage is patient and comforting with Wraith's stutter, he knows well enough how embarrassing it can feel to stumble over your words constantly

• Mirage is a great cook, he likes to make fancy-ish dinners for Wraith and he sets the table with like candles and wine and shit and he comes out like "I have your filet mignon with cranberry sauce, ma'am"

• In terms of dates, they probably stay home a lot, but occasionally Mirage will drag Wraith out to the paradise lounge or to a small coffee shop

• Wraith adopts a cat and Mirage pretends he doesn't like the cat but then Wraith finds him baby talking the cat and falls even more in love with him

• I feel like Wraith would lovingly bully Mirage with nicknames, she probably calls him dumbass, idiot, or just Elliot or El, maybe the occasional hun

• Mirage calls Wraith baby, babe, darling, Renee, or Ren

• Mirages love languages are physical affection and quality time

• Wraiths love languages are the same

《NSFW》

• Wraith pegs him, no questions asked

• They probably switch top and bottom depending on the day and on the mood, but Wraith is always in control IM SORRY I LITERALLY CANT IMAGINE THAT MAN BEING DOMINANT

• Mirage has an oral fixation and loves having his mouth put to use, Wraith gets piercings on her nipples and her clit just so he has more to play with

• Wraith, on the other hand, isn't as into giving oral. I feel like she wouldn't enjoy the feeling of sucking dick, she'll suck on the tip and kiss all along the length, she'll even suck on the balls, but she doesn't like going too far with it

• Mirage is perfectly fine with this, plus Wraiths hands are enough to drive him crazy

• Wraith doesn't want to be vulnerable in public but she will tease the hell out of Mirage and jerk him off in public spots during the games because she knows he loves it

• Wraith leaves as many hickeys as she can all over Mirage so everyone knows he belongs to her

• Their favorite positions are riding and doggy (Mirage receiving)

• Wraith calls Mirage puppy, good boy, and whore

• Mirage calls Wraith ma'am, baby, mommy, and maybe mistress

• For the most part, even during rougher and kinkier sex, their actually very loving and intimate. Theirs lots of soft kisses and touches, comforting words, and communication

• Aftercare always consists of cuddles and talking about likes, dislikes, anything and everything

• Mirage likes to give Wraith back massages afterwards once he's got the energy back, she doesn't ask him to, he just does because he wants to

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Have a good day!

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[sungbeam]

*clears throat & puts on my mic* why hello my fellow fiery elmo BEAM SOHN!!!

my favourite fic of yours:

two months - if the reason ain’t obvious enough 🤪 patiently waiting for you to read the house tour in ✨detail✨ (inserts the meme i sent you on dc)

best ship you’ve written for:

ain’t no romeo - everything abt hyunjae’s relationship with yn in this was so cute i was giggling throughout the whole fic like 🥹🥹🥹 they are the funniest and sweetest duo imo

a fic i haven’t read from you but i will soon!!:

剪刀石头布 - ofc i love my junjun so i’ll def get to this one day!! and your svt fics that you take pride in ofc 💕

what i like most abt your writing:

ummm literally everything???? gurl you’re my 妹妹 and yet this 姐姐 literally looks up to you like???? the way you’re able to convey your stories in your own unique ways/the way you describe the flow of the plot/your word of choice is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

a fic im excited for you updating/posting:

liu series - obviously duh. and we know which season im most excited abt 😌😌😌

crimes of passion - hey alexa play passion fruit but change it to “oooh gimme that crimes of passion!!!”

a fic of yours i reread:

gurl ive reread so many of your fics from time to time but the most recent one would be party people!!

if i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else:

all the time??? lol ive pretty much dumped your fics to so many of my moots at this point like “YOU HAVE TO READ THIS ISTG”

a fic I didn't expect to like so much:

simple gifts - hear me out. this was literally the very first chanhee fic i read since coming back at the start of the year and i was???? BRUH THIS IS PURE PERFECTION LIKE LITERALLY FROM THE START TILL THE END 🫠 and it has then marked a special place for chanhee in my heart (i know i dont talk abt him often but i swear he’s there)

a question i have about one/more on your fics:

well not specifically for a fic but rather a general question. when will you bless your jie with more sangyeon content 🥰 (lmao i joke but then at the same time not really 🤡)

anyways, me decides to be nice today cs its a happy friday so yes i wuv you forever my boo i hope this made your day 😘💕

*gives u an immense side eye*....... but thank you jie for your ask skfndknfjd :')))) you've always been one of the most supportive people ever of my writing and you're always so enthusiastic abt it all and i appreciate it so much 💖

pls i didn't realize u would like two months that much when i wrote it 😭😭 i felt so off my game writing that, i didn't know if any of the stuff would hit, but ig it did skfnkenfkf HELP WAIT I didn't know u liked hj and yn in ain't no romeo so much !!!! that's so cool for me to hear :'))

thank you again and again and again for hyping me up all the time too 😔💖 i love hearing ur thoughts abt the fic, as always, and i just trust ur judgment a lot :') and i hope u like 剪刀石头布 !! that one was soooo much fun to write, and there was so few xiaohenyang fics at that time 😔😔😔

OMG WAIT i didn't know u read simple gifts 😭😭😭 she holds such a special place in my heart omg i didn't KNOW U READ IT AHHHHHHHY it's one of my favorite things on this blog and im so warm, tytyty<333 (u have to be patient w the sangyeon content õ_ó)

anyways, i love you thank you 爱你多多 💖

#sungbeam strikes again #moot ❧ #ally ❄️ #ask games !!

[lovelyangelxxx]

hii i’m so sorry

i’m so so sorry i haven’t been posting in such a long time. i’ve been so tired lately and i wanted to j take a break! summer is ending and school is starting soon, but i’ll def get to all of those who have requested, so dw!!

thank you sm for being understanding <3. i’m making slow progress, so pls be patient w me😓 and thank you for all the support it’s always encouraging🦭🦭

<333

#headcannons #paralive x reader #paralive #anime x reader #ive been procrastinating #so sorry omg #love #smh my head #welp #bleach #twisted wonderland #twst #tokrev #one piece #op #oppenheimer #BARBIE #go watch barbie

[kitten4sannie]

crying. i shed many tears when i finished a knight's tale. IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL OK LISTEN mc's devotion to rosanna THAT'S TRUE LOVE RIGHT THERE THEY'VE ALWAYS LOVED EACH OTHER THEY'RE LITERALLY MEANT TO BE my pansexual heart 😭😭 i would die for them. pls. AND DRAGON HWA.. he is perfect. ethereal. magnificent. he is literally everything. i love me a good protector of a poly relationship;; the love that he has for both rosanna and mc is so amazing. AND WHEN THEY BOTH REASSURED MC WHEN SHE FELT LIKE SHE DIDN'T BELONG... I SOBBED MY EYES OUT!!!! THEY ARE SO IN LOVE!!!!

OK BUT THE SPICY SCENES BRO,, i'm literally crumbling apart HWA'S TAUNTING AND TEASINGGG but also it's so clear that he just loves mc and wants to treat his pup so good. THAT MAN IS JUST AS DESPERATE FOR MC AS MC IS FOR HIM (don't even get me started on the tail play. i have never read such amazing use of a tail like that before pls do it again I BEG);; AND THE SCENE WITH MC AND ROSANNA dude i was blushing the whole time. the 'lovers' first time together' is one of my fav things to read AND IT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN AND THE BALANCE BETWEEN SOFT AND HOT WAS SO JWDHFJFJENDNV!!!!!

pls. where can i find a dragon hwa and rosanna. they are so loving and devoted. that's all i want in life I'LL DO ANYTHING

–vamp anonnie, literally a puddle ;-;

vamp anonnie once i figure out a way to transfer all my hugs and kisses to you it’s going to be all overrrrr !!!

you have no idea how hard i was smiling and kicking my feet while reading your ask like i looked insane prob and did i read it like three times over ??? yes 👍🏼will i search for it again later on when i wanna get free serotonin also yes 👍🏼 okay but the fact that it touched you enough to make you cry … has me …. like on the floor rn. i’m not okayyyy. i struggled sm with that fic like it almost drove me insane bc of what i wanted to get across through it and taking in your reaction ,, like i must’ve gotten the job done :”” it’s the way the mc and Rosanna had been waiting patiently all that time to be together 😭😭😭 and seonghwa being the catalyst for mc to realize that she has enough to offer even when she’s just there as herself and not a knight likeeee ;-; FHE REASSURANCE PART HAD ME READY TO EAT MY LAPTOP YOU DONT EVEN KNOWWW 🥺 IM SO GLAD THE SPICY SCENES HITTT and yesss hwa was a little menace but was so giving at the same time hngggghh but esp with the tail bc i was lowkey worried people would think that’s weird but i’d be more than happy to write about that concept again <333 eeeeeee i’m so glad you loved their bathtub scene :”” it was my fave too it was just so soft and loving ahhhhhhh ;-; no same where they at??? but ahh thank you so much for your feedback my love you really have no idea how much it fuels me and reminds me that i actually have something to offer all of you so thank you again i love you ❤️

#ask #my vamp anon ❣️

[seospicybin]

Okay no but like how is Glass so good ㅠㅠ i always get so excited when i see you posted a new fic cause i know it's gonna be great, and Glass was no exception 🤗

But let me just say, i NEED part 2 omg- like it could get a bit angsty cause y/n isn't ready for a new relationship yet after her asshole ex cheated on her. Oh and also she needs to expose jisung telling him she knew he was watching her all this time x))

Anyways I hope you find more ideas to write part 2, but if you don't it's okay too ! I fall in love with everything you write anyways ^^

Sending lots of love from France <333

No but I really doubted the ending a lot but it was also what excites me to write it. I wrote the ending first and the rest after which is not what I usually do.

I know everyone been asking for part 2 and I've been thinking on some ideas. Thank you to everyone manifesting it and yes, I'll do part 2 of Glass!

Pls not that it's going to take times so please be patient with me and keep looking forward to it! Thank you for the ideas, I'll take them into considerations 😊

Sending much much love back to France, bisou chaton 😘💕

F.

#spicy mail #glass part 2 is a go

[bewitchingivy]

Feedback:

Hello! How are you doing? Thank you so very for the reading! I really appreciate it and I can't express how happy I am rn! The reading was so beautiful and insightful. And pls excuse my poor English lol

For the first impression. that was actually so freaking cute!!! Like a little bit sad but adorable 😂💕 I know it takes a lot of guts to approach people and stuff, so i feel him lol. (And tbh I was always fan of this kind of relationship dynamic ngl 😂)

And I LOVE THIS SONG SO FREAKING MUCH!!! It was my jam back then.

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Okkk but first let's talk about your music tastes?! Like I listened to the song and now I am obsessed n I have it on repeat, it's totally my vibe!!! And the lyrics are 🤌💖. For the reading I actually love this pretty cute date, just walking around n talking ✨. houses? Hmmm I'm really getting curious now lol.

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Actually, if my memory serves me correctly, this was also mentioned with one of the reading I previously got. And because I've been there and know how it feels, I hope everything gets better for him and anyone else who is going through this. Thank you for sharing this with me and sending your love; I appreciate it! And I wish you nothing but love and happiness as well.

And, by the way, I adore JVKE! He's one of my favorites. His voice? Just angelic 💖

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This is absolutely adorable! This two was also mentioned in my previous readings! This is exactly how I am! I'm the type of person who try to provides you with comfort and a place to call home.

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OMG!!! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO'S LOVE LANGUAGE IS WORDS OF AFFIRMATION! I'm the type of person who treasures love letters more than luxuries. 😭💗

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YESSSS!!! Actually, my natal chart predicts that I will meet someone far from home! And I keep seeing the number 333! So this is definitely one of my signs.

Again Thank you so much for taking the time and energy to do my reading and to patient with me! I'm grateful n thankful for this! And I'm so happy you liked my reading 💕

wishing you all the best.

Take care <3

Hey, fam!! Thank you so much for sending me feedback, I really, really appreciate it! And I'm sorry this took me long to reply to it :") I'm really happy to hear that my reading made you so happy, and that you loved it! And your English is totally just fine! I've had fun reading your feedback <3 Nightingale by Demi Lovato was my jam back then too!! 😭😭 And I'm totally glad to hear that you liked the songs! 🖤🖤🖤🖤 people who compliment music tastes are >>>> heheh 🖤 I love JVKE too! I couldn't agree more that his voice is angelic <3 Man, I am really pleased that the reading gave you confirmations about previois readings you've had, I wish you all the best with your future person!! 💚💚💚 You take care as well!

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[inkykeiji]

hi clari! how do you think dabi would like to be comforted? we know this man has a baggage of traumas and i was quite curious. i think you'd end up picking up signs he's not okay, and try talk to him about it or distract him like making a movie night or convicing him to cuddle, because he wouldn't go to you for help, probably. he's just closed about emotions, so he copes by bottling up.

oh god anon u really out here tryna HURT ME HUH okay okay you’d definitely have to work up to it n he’d become more open as he becomes more comfortable to accept your comfort. once he realizes how NICE skinship with u is he starts seeking it out more, tho. UHHHHH fair warning this drabble turned into a lil bit of angst???? it was supposed to be sweet n cute butttttttt that’s just not how it turned out lmfao

TW: one mention of cum, uuuh some angst, it’s still kinda cute in an angsty way i guess??? idk dabi’s a closet Sad Boi™️ to me

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Something’s wrong, off—it has to be, because he isn’t acting right—you can see it in his walk, in the way he’s dragging his feet more than normal, boots scraping against the dusty hardwood; feel it in his eyes, navy darker than the depths of space itself, consuming everything their gaze lands on, sucking all of it in until there’s nothing left like voracious black holes; hear it in his voice, in the clipped tone he rarely ever uses with you.

At first, he resists. He doesn’t need your help, he spits, before you’re even done stuttering through your sentence, he doesn’t want it. There’s nothing wrong, leave him alone. So you back off, you give him space—maybe it was just a one-time thing, maybe he really is fine and you misread the signals.

But then it happens again, and he’s acting the exact same way, but worse. His shoulders are tense, back rigid, permanent scowl etched into his face with a glare that could kill on sight.

“You can’t do anything fucking right, can you?” he snaps at you for nearly nothing, almost no reason at all as you pass him in the moonlight illuminated hall, shoulder accidentally knocking against his as you keep timid eyes on your fuzzy slippers, sharp voice slicing through the air, slashing straight through your flesh, your heart.

But his harsh words don’t deter you, a soft rush of air escaping your parted lips in a gasp, wide eyes finding his. You don’t apologize. You don’t patronize, either, gaze full of sympathy but void of pity, staring at him in that steadfast, impenitent way that is so uniquely you, soft but never fearful, even though your voice quivers a little when you offer to watch a movie with him, ignoring his outburst entirely.

It’s what he loves and hates most about you.

It starts slow, as most things do with him. It starts with just sitting beside him and watching one of his favourite films, close enough that your thighs are pressed against one another, but not touching otherwise. And for a while, that’s enough for him. He’s quiet about it, doesn’t say anything when he walks into your tiny, shared living room and just throws on whatever he wants to before sitting down next to you, side pressed up tightly against yours.

And that’s okay, really, if that’s all he needs to feel better. You’re happy to help in any capacity, and giddiness bubbles in your chest at the thought. All you want is for him to feel better, for his face to relax again, for his vibrant eyes to become lidded and carefree, for his lips to quirk back up into that trademark smirk.

But eventually, as most things are with him, it isn’t enough.

Dabi’s greedy. He knows he is, latches onto you like a parasite the moment he realizes you make him feel better, even if he doesn’t know how or why. He doesn’t care, isn’t interested in finding out the reasons, isn’t ready to find out the reasons. Instead, he just takes, and takes, and takes, and you’re happy to give—eager to provide him with whatever he needs, anything to ease the torment on his face, even if it’s only for a few hours.

He feels like he can breathe again with you, when he’s around you, basking in your presence, ravenous eyes drinking in your light, your kindness, your very aura itself, breathing it in and letting it fill his lungs, heat his chest, flood his entire body with a warmth he’s never felt before. It’s new, it’s terrifying, it’s addicting.

It all progresses quickly, from old movies on that ratty couch to being trapped beneath his body on your bed, after he realizes how good it feels—how nice it is to have your hands in his hair, on his chest, on his thighs, down his pants; how nice it feels to have your lips pressed against his, little tongue battling his, inhaling your sweet breath and the pretty little sounds he manages to pull from you.

You don’t know what it is, this thing that’s hurting him so much, that’s tearing him up inside more and more frequently, that has him whimpering against you in the dead of night after he’s filled you with cum, little huffs of shuddering breath exhaled against your clammy skin as you silently coax him through it with tender touches and gentle kisses, but you decide that it’s none of your business either way. He’ll tell you when he’s ready to. For now, all you can do—the best thing for you to do—is to be there for him, to provide him with the quiet, unobtrusive love he so desperately craves, even if he isn’t exactly ready to admit it to himself yet. One day, he will. And when he does, he’ll thank you, too.

#dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #dabi #todoroki touya #dabi angst #dabi smut #except it isn’t really????? just like HINTED at #dabi drabble #HELLO friends i have about ten ask drabbles saved in my drafts rn #i plan on working through them very slowly #you all always are but pls be patient with me <333 #THANK U FOR THIS ANON!!!! #i hope ur doing well n staying hydrated n getting lots of rest!! <333 #sweet anon 🥺 #clari gets mail

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

arii i've been thinking... in a no curses au, what would suguru's job be? they only thing i can see him as rn is a nurse (thank you kenny) 🌖

🌖 ANON…… i’m so happy you asked >:3 i have a couple different ideas but !! pls lemme know which one you think fits him best…..

1/ teacher

self-explanatory <33 it just makes sense!! he has such a passion for teaching and his students love him 🥺🥺 sugu is just…. such a chill teacher. but also so good at what he does. the kind of teacher who makes you dread exam week but he’s an expert at making his students more invested in the topics so it usually ends up well!! and he 100% gossips with them during lunch breaks….. i just love him he’s so good 😭😭

oh and!! personally i see him being a literature teacher or a history teacher :3 probably both… sometimes steps in as a gym teacher too. he has range !!

2/ lawyer

this one also feels so Right…… suguru as a character has such a passion for defending the weak. so i firmly believe that he’d be a defense attorney <333 and he makes it a point to always believe in his clients’ innocence. phoenix wright style. he would probably be a lot more stressed from this kind of profession but as long as we’re in a no curses au he should be fine….

also just. the idea of him carrying a briefcase, drinking from an expensive to-go cup of cappuccino…. hair slicked back and tied up into a ponytail…… wearing a suit and glasses 😵‍💫😵‍💫 yeah. objectively the sexiest sugu of them all i think

3/ doctor

needed to add this one too bc while i also love and adore nurse kenny (<33333 the actual loml btw) i just feel like sugu would make such a good doctor :0 and again, this one ties back to his whole thing abt wanting to protect and nurture. it’s just natural to him!!! he smells fresh and minty and he’s so kind to everyone he speaks to. so reassuring. probably has heavy eyebags but they’re hidden under many layers of makeup.. sometimes he works so hard that a colleague will have to physically drag him out of the hospital LMAO.

i just think he’s so, so kind. especially with a patient who’s heavily injured or suffering from an illness…. he just has such a soothing, quiet voice and he tells you everything will be alright :(( and he means it too!! he tries his absolute best for every patient. sob…. we really don’t deserve him………

4/ barista

HEAR ME OUT. this one is entirely self-indulgent okay…. but like…… just the thought of him working in a quaint little café or bakery . makes me insane. IMAGINE…. stepping into a cute café just to see him smiling at you from the counter. and he takes your order and chats with you while making your drink. just so polite n sweet :((( unfortunately he’s cursed w the most obvious customer service smile and voice LMAOO but when you become a regular he starts to sound a lot more genuine!!

i just think he belongs . behind the counter. in a café…….. it makes sense to me . especially for a uni au sugu. he loves making drinks and he’s so good at it too. always smells lightly of chai. and wears cozy sweaters. i need him bad

#I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY 🌖 ANON #tysm for asking hehe #i loveeeee thinking abt sugu in a no curses au #would love to hear more abt your thoughts on this too!!! :0 #doc!sugu is kinda rotting in my brain rn i think #i need to be his patient….. #WHO SAID THAT #ask tag ✩ #🌖 anon !! ✩

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Creterion . Cassiopeia - SAGAU

a/n: I tried writing something longer but I only managed to do one and a half pages. Also tried writing dialogues but idfk how that went. If anyone has any critique pls just say so I think I need it. Also I'm trying to sort out my blog, it's so messy so I'm gonna focus on that first but my inbox will still be open.

Warnings: hints of kidnapping, hints of yandere (let me know if there’s anything I should add here)

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Any form of interaction toward the post is appreciated <333

This is a series but it can be read as a stand alone

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It’s weird waking up in an unfamiliar place when you’re so sure you slept in your room the night before. It’s also pretty weird that the room seems to be filled with luxuries. The weirdest part were the people surrounding you, as if watching your every breath. Doesn’t help the fact that said people were just supposed to be fictional characters of the game you play.

You pinched yourself making sure that you aren’t dreaming. This action caused them to be alert. “Be careful, your grace, you mustn't hurt yourself.” thoughts of this whole thing being a dream or a prank was thrown out of the window when you heard Zhongli’s voice. “What’s happening? Why am I here?” After you bombarded them with questions the Vaga Mundo and the Chief Alchemist proceed to usher everyone out of the room. They knew this would happen and were fully prepared for your questions or whatever reaction you may have.

The information spilling from their lips was too much for you. It’s hard to believe that this whole world was real and it was created just for you. “We thought that you being here would finally fulfill this world’s purpose” Albedo told you while they were explaining. This doesn't make sense. Why was it made for you? Didn’t Mihoyo create the game? There’s so many questions you wanted to ask but you figured you needed some time to process everything first. “Your grace we know that this is too much. We beg your forgiveness for this abrupt setting, so if you have any more questions feel free to ask any of us.” Zhongli finished the explanation.

Zhongli and Albedo patiently waited for you to think things through a bit. “I need some time to think about this whole thing. Please take care of me while I’m doing so.” It wasn’t like you had anything going on for you in your original world anyway so you decided to give it a try. Plus the blonde mentioned that he also brought some of your things when he ‘came to take you home’. You definitely need to go through that bag later to make sure Albedo brought the right chargers for the right gadgets.

“Of course, your safety and comfort will always be our priority”

Living in Teyvat is fun. Your days are mostly filled with leisure, they surprisingly let you do what you want. Of course there are some boundaries and conditions like you need someone to escort you and whatnot but you understand.

Trees are swaying, the wind is gentle, birds are singing, Teyvat is just so happy. At first you thought you were imagining things, or that you were getting used to things. After all, everything is so much more different when you see it with your own eyes compared to when you were looking at the world through a screen. The anemo archon and a wandering bard confirmed your suspicions though, Teyvat is indeed happy. All of that was because of you, because you are finally home safe and sound in their care. The world just can’t stop rejoicing.

Despite everything though, it’s hard getting used to some of the things in your new life, Like how many people are asking for your attention, just a mere glance from you will make their whole week. The riches they lavish and bathe you in is also shocking. “This is nothing, we just want to give you what you deserve, which is the best of the best!” Paimon reassures you when you ask while Traveler makes a side comment about how Paimon didn’t contribute anything.

Acolytes, that’s what they refer to the people who are in direct contact with you. You found out about this when you were ‘adventuring’, a very kind way to describe fish blasting, in the outskirts of Mondstadt with Klee.

You’d admit that your so-called acolytes can be overbearing at times, especially some of the archons. Sure they let you do almost everything you want, but it always has conditions that you have to meet. They also take care of everything, like literally everything. The things they do makes you feel incompetent and infantilized sometimes but you try to understand them. You get where they are coming from and they really do have your best interest in mind but sometimes you just miss doing some of the things you do back home without restraints.

Overall you find it fun. You still haven’t given them your final verdict but it’s fine. You can just Albedo to take you back if ever you want to go back home. Right?

#sagau #genshin sagau #genshin venti #zhongli #genshin albedo #albedo #paimon #genshin lumine #genshin aether #genshin cult au #cult genshin #self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin fluff #cult au #Creterion . Sagau