#fic: ruin me

[wheneverfeasible]

Ruin Me (part 1)

wc: 2.2k || rating: M (for now) || summary: Steve shows up on Eddie’s doorstep with an unpredictable offer. || tags: omegaverse, alpha!Eddie Munson, omega!Steve Harrington, intersex omegas (see ao3 for full tags) || posted in full on ao3

Also, special shoutout to @lexirosewrites for getting me back into omegaverse and inspiring me to write intersex omegas for the first time. If you haven’t read any of her stuff, you’re missing out!

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

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The pounding of the trailer door alost wasn’t heard over the loud crack of thunder that accompanied the lightning flash from a few moments earlier. It was pissing cats and dogs outside, or at least that’s what Uncle Wayne had called it before he left for work an hour ago, Eddie anxiously watching the red lights of his truck as his uncle disappeared into the gloom.

With a frown, his eyes casting about for any sort of potential weapon since he wasn’t expecting anyone at the trailer, Eddie softly huffed at his paranoia and carefully eased the front door open to whoever was banging on the outside. He didn’t typically do his deals out of the trailer, not wanting to bring that shit home to Wayne even though the older man knew what he got up to, but he also hadn’t caused any trouble lately (that he knew of at least), so he was at a loss for who would brave the weather at this time of night for little old him.

Maybe one of the trailer park residents needed help with their generator or something. Usually Wayne was called on for that sort of shit, no one wanting to deal with his troubled nephew, but if it was a dire situation, then it wouldn’t be the first time he’d helped out some of the other families nearby. Their power seemed perfectly fine, however, so he didn’t think a blackout was an issue. Still, it made far more sense than…

Steve Harrington.

Eddie blinked at the completely waterlogged figure standing on the front steps of the Munson trailer, the younger boy looking more akin to a wet dog than was typical as his normally bouffant hair was all but plastered to his skull under the pouring rain. Without wind, the thick droplets were coming down in a heavy sheet, nearly obscuring the sight of Harrington’s fancy car parked behind him in the dark. The weak light from the bulb next to the door cast Harrington in a waxy hue, though it easily picked up the way the guy was shivering as he wrapped his arms around himself.

Another sharp flash of light pierced the sky, causing Eddie to rear back slightly at the sudden whiteness everywhere, though he didn’t miss the way that Harrington jumped like a startled cat at the next accompanying boom of thunder. Harrington opened his mouth to say something, but Eddie could barely hear it over the pouring rain hitting the gravel and dirt outside, much less the metal of the trailer roof.

Letting out another huff, knowing he had no other option (besides slamming the door in Harrington’s face and pretending this never happened), Eddie stepped back and aside with a mocking sweep of his arm to invite the former king of Hawkins High inside. Harrington hesitated however, and Eddie was certain he’d be stenched with revulsion at entering the shabby home of the town’s resident teenage drug dealer, but the pouring rain downed every other scent out.

Baring his teeth, Eddie pointed a little more sharply inside before rolling his eyes as Harrington only widened his eyes slightly and took a step back. Whatever the fuck. Eddie didn’t need to play chicken with Harrington if all people, so he made to slam the front door again and forget this whole thing, only Harrington’s hand shot out at the last moment and prevented Eddie from completing the movement. Eddie’s hackles rose, a growl building low in his throat.

He knew he couldn’t swing on the guy if he wanted to cause trouble. Sure, Eddie was an alpha and though he never fought back when Harrington’s cronies jumped him or the other freaks, he knew he could hold his own in a fight. At least a fight against someone like Harrington, an omega whose only claim to a bit of fisticuffs was getting his ass handed to him by that Byers kid last year and more recently that new alpha in town, Hargrove. Eddie was sorry to have missed it.

However, Harrington was a, well, a Harrington. His rich daddy and socialite mommy had this whole town eating out of their hands, and the name Harrington held significant weight. Maybe not quite town royalty or whatever, but they had presence, a certain gravitas, and Eddie was trailer trash and son of a criminal. He was a Munson. For many in this godforsaken town, that translated to the lowest of the low.

So no, while Eddie probably could beat this asshole bloody if it came to that, he also couldn’t. Not if he didn’t want the cops sent after him, or possibly even cause Wayne to lose his job if the Harrington pricks wanted to be vindictive. He figured that would be a given too if it got out just who gave Harrington another black eye. He wasn’t like Byers or Hargrove; he wouldn’t have anyone the town considered noteworthy standing in his corner if Harrington wanted to press charges.

Harrington didn’t look like he wanted to cause trouble though. No, his big brown eyes were wide and anxious, and suddenly Eddie didn’t think his shivering had to do entirely with being soaked in cold rain. Which he was still in, the slight overhang of the roof at the front steps doing nothing to shield the guy from the downpour. Though Eddie couldn’t make out his words over the raucous, he could just about read the single word Harrington spoke with slightly purple-tinged lips: “Please.”

Now, Eddie wasn’t the sort of alpha to fall all over himself to please any pretty omega who batted their lashes at him. He didn’t give a shit about what society viewed traditional roles to be, for either the first or secondary genders, or the hierarchy of such things. Let girls do what they want, let omegas do what they want, and Jesus H. Christ, let boys and alphas and everyone else do what they want as well. What was between someone’s legs shouldn’t equate to their worth or anything like that.

And those alphas who postured for simpering omegas? Ridiculous. Just because he was an alpha didn’t mean he had to compete for an omega’s affections or do his best to try to knot one. He didn’t give a shit about pheromones or biology or anything else.

Yet, seeing Harrington like this, nervous and scared and pleading with those big brown eyes of his, well…Eddie was only human.

Suppressing a sigh, Eddie held the door open wide and ushered Harrington in, who cast Eddie only one last mildly alarmed look before he hunched his shoulders up and shuffled into the trailer. Trailing a veritable pool of water in his wake. Rolling his eyes with a grumble, Eddie finally shut the door, muffling the sound of the pouring rain finally. Enough to be able to actually hear Harrington without having to yell, though the drumming on the trailer roof didn’t sound like it was going to let up any time soon.

“Just…” Eddie sighed out, still not knowing why Steve Harrington was at his trailer looking like that, but like hell was he going to let the dickwad get water everywhere. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

Was it drugs? Did Harrington want drugs? Couldn’t the guy wait until Monday at school like everyone else? Though, he supposed since it was Saturday tomorrow the jerk could want some for the weekend, especially if there was a party, but this was super last minute! Eddie was definitely adding a surcharge if that’s what this was.

And really, he didn’t know what else it could be.

He didn’t bother to question how Harrington knew where he lived. It was Hawkins. Everyone knew where everyone lived. He was just thankful that the assholes at school had never tried much of anything to the trailer, though that was probably because of Wayne and the shotgun shells he left around to deter anyone dumb enough to try anything.

Snatching a towel from the hall cupboard, he turned back around to find Harrington standing in the same exact spot as he had been before. When Eddie told him not to move. He withheld a snort at that, not having expected the guy to actually listen. Even as it was, he could tell that Harrington was taking stock of his surroundings, no doubt sneering at the way peasants lived.

Though, when Eddie whistled to gain his attention and caused the other boy to turn to look at him, there was no trace of derision to be found. Harrington was still shivering though, his teeth now lightly chattering at the (only slightly) warmer temperature inside the trailer.

“Here,” he said, tossing the towel at Harrington who easily caught it, trembling and all.

“Th-thanks,” Harrington said, and he also looked genuinely grateful, using the towel to wipe off his face and then gently scrunch at his hair. It looked a mess, whatever product left in it making it look almost worse than before, clumping in sections and flat in others. He then took to carefully rubbing the towel over his body, grimacing at the sodden state of his clothing.

Eddie watched with a neutral, blank expression, crossing his arms over his chest as he finally took in Harrington’s clothing. He wasn’t wearing a jacket at all, just a burgundy Henley that clung to his form in its wet state, paired with some khaki trousers and some sort of loafer dress shoe. Minus the wet dog appearance, he was certainly far better dressed than Eddie’s own stretched and faded band shirt and holey jeans.

Then again, it wasn’t like Eddie had been expecting company that night.

More annoying than anything, however, was that Harrington’s natural scent was starting to show through. Eddie thought biological imperatives were stupid, of course, and had no qualms about sleeping with any gender or secondary gender, but he couldn’t deny that there was something about omegas that just smelled all that more…sweeter.

And Edward Munson was notorious for having a sweet tooth.

Harrington had a disgustingly (deliciously) sweet scent, though there was also something spiced to it, something almost acidic that only complemented the sweetness, enhancing it, making it all the more aggravating (appealing). Now, however…

Eddie’s nose wrinkled slightly as the sour notes of distress wafted off Harrington, a little subdued maybe as he focused on drying himself, but it was obvious something had sent him running straight to Eddie’s trailer.

Eddie took a small sniff of the air, seeking out the tell-tale signs of pre-heat. It was the only sort of thing Eddie could figure would cause Harrington to seek him out so suddenly and desperately in this weather, since it was more than just recreational drugs that he provided. The government, especially in rural Indiana, held certain beliefs about the availability of suppressants and birth control.

It wouldn’t be the first time Eddie provided an omega with such things when they couldn’t get it elsewhere. He also sold rut suppressants as well, though those were less sought after, and why would they be when so many believed it was an alpha’s god-given right to rut and take without question? Omegas, however…

Omegas were sluts if they took advantage of their heats while unmated. Can’t give them suppressants, though, because it was their duty to present to an alpha and be claimed as soon as they were of pup-bearing age. And forget about birth control. Omegas were often only seen as good for two things, and the first thing always led to the other.

It sickened Eddie more than anything, so while he had to make some sort of profit, he also frequently cut the price on the medicinal shit and hijacked the price on the recreational to cover any loss. People like Harrington, however, who could afford that shit at full price easily, well…it helped the less fortunate if he paid in full for it, didn’t it?

“Why are you here, Harrington?” Eddie finally asked after another crash of thunder, arms crossed over his chest, mentally counting his stores of whatever sort of drug the asshole could want. Percocet? Molly? A little politician’s sugar? Or did he want the omega shit after all?

Harrington looked up at that from where he was trying to dab at his socks peeking out of his shoes, straightening as He looked at Eddie with widened eyes again, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he thickly swallowed.

That sour scent started seeping out of him again, but then he shuddered slightly and took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he seemed to orient himself. The stench of distressed omega ebbed a little, and then he opened his eyes to stare directly into Eddie’s own with a confidence more befitting the traditional idea of an alpha.

“I want you to ruin me.”

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Here’s the first part (more of a preview than anything) of the long awaited fic I’ve been teasing for a while. The fic is fully completed on ao3, but will be posted in parts here on tumblr with some added commentary on the bottom.

Next part should be posted this Sunday!

If you would like to be added to the tag list or removed from it once this part is live, just let me know!

Tag List:

@derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump @amerikanskaya-krassavitsa @scoops-aboy86

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[frownyalfred]

Batfamily/Superfamily angst fic where one of the Supes (Jon? Kon?) takes off too quickly/recklessly next to one of the Batkids and accidentally ruptures their eardrum and Bruce goes on the warpath for Clark about it.

[capitanoidyll]

Sunday joins the Astral Express, and Dan Heng gets easily jealous of how close you two are.

fem!reader

Dan Heng furrowed his brow as he watched you grab onto Sunday’s hand and tug him behind you, “come on! I’ll give you a tour!”

He was only brought out of his thoughts when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t worry too much, she is just being nice to him.”

“Must she act so familiar with him though,” he fired back without even looking at Himeko who tried to comfort him the best she could.

Sighing a little, Himeko kept her small smile, “y/n probably just doesn’t want Sunday to feel alone. Before you and the others joined the Astral Express it was just her, Welt and me taking care of the Stellarons and trailblazing our own path. And she… was… always so distant. Broken almost. But then she met you and March and then Stelle joined too. And she finally started to smile again.”

Dan Heng fully turned towards Himeko then.

“All I’m saying,” she said continuing, “is that she just doesn’t want to isolate Sunday despite what has happened between all of us in Penacony.”

“And of course this is the main train car! We mainly gather up here when we’re about to warp.”

Dan Heng looked back to where you were his eyes once again training on how your hand held onto Sunday’s…, or was Sunday holding onto you. He huffed. He new is was petty, but he couldn’t stop feeling that jealousy well up inside of him as you continued to pull Sunday around.

“Hey, Dan Heng! Why so frowny?”

When you spotted him, you had immediately trotted over to him, Sunday in tow.

“I’m not frowny,” he said even as he didn’t do much to try to change his soured expression.

“Could have fooled me,” you tried to joke.

Sunday, all the while, was watching you both carefully. The weight of your palm in his hand becoming increasingly apparent as the pieces started to fall into place. You… were a bit oblivious, but he didn’t mind that. Dan Heng did though.

Well, whatever. Sunday was used to fighting for his place. So if he had to fight for your hand too, then so be it.

“Oh! Are we leaving now,” you said excitedly when PomPom’s voice broke out over the intercom to let everyone know they should prepare to warp.

Everyone else was already getting ready as you grabbed Dan Heng’s hand with your free one, “let’s all sit together!”

And even as you tugged them both along, their eyes caught one another instead. A silent rivalry formed instantaneously.

[awakenedevildays]

am I the only one who doesn't find attractive when dicks in smuts are super long? I just read a fic where the male character's dick was 11 inches (which is like 30 cm)… like- how is that even possible and how on earth am I supposed to even DEAL with something like that? do I use it as a baseball bat?

"Don't worry baby, I'll make it fit" THE HELL YOU WILL?! STAY AWAY

(I'm not trying to offend any author here, I think we all have the right to write every kink and preferences we have so don't take this too seriously, you're doing great 🩷🙏🏻)

[tagidearte-spam-sb]

The Daycare Attendant and Their Dialogue

A little ramble on some of the things I've noticed about their ways of speaking. This post ended up being predominantly about how they refer to one another. Most of this is speculation mixed in with my own views on them and their relationship, without discarding some other possible alternatives (for instance, although I do view them as two AIs that heavily rely on each other to function properly, I do not cast aside the interpretation that they are the same person).

(note: although I have played SB and Ruin, I did not play HW2 myself. All I know about that game has been through let's plays).

Sun is, obviously, the chattier of the two. Not only are his sentences longer, he speaks more of them in a row than Moon does - in fact, we only see Moon going on and on in Ruin (which we will discuss later).

Both of them use a lot of repetitions when speaking. From their infamous "clean up, clean up" line, to Sun's panicked "you like glitter glue? I have glitter glue!" and "light's on! Light's on! Keep the generators on!", to Moon's "hidey hide, hide away" and "bad children must be punished. Bad children must be found", "knock knock", etc. One of the first things Eclipse says is also a repetition ("warning, warning"). They appear to occasionally rhyme their words too, or at the very least use similar sounds in their sentences. This is a robot that works with young children, so it's not surprising.

On that same vein, their main insult to misbehaving children (and employees... or at least Cassie's dad) is also a repetition: "naughty, naughty" (which turns into "naughty boy" for Gregory), "rulebreaker, rulebreaker", and "bad kid, bad kid". In fact, it appears they repeat words more often when they're mad/stressed (Sun's no no nos, Moon freaking out in Ruin). Taking into account they get mad pretty easily when things don't go their way, it's not surprising we hear it so often, but it's neat.

Although both of them speak in an almost song like manner, with Sun's run on sentences flowing well between one another, Moon is the one where this is more evident due to how much shorter his lines are.

Moon is also the one who speaks in a more childish manner. Not only are his phrases shorter, he doesn't articulate them as much as Sun does, and seems to prefer shorter words and sounds, especially giggles. This makes Sun appear more developed. Key word being appear.

Sun tends to speak as if he's entertaining a crowd, doing his best to keep the attention on himself while trying to keep it fun. This is most evident in his level explanation parts in HW2, but it's also clear in SB. In Ruin, this is absent for... obvious reasons.

Both of them are somehow direct in their way of giving orders/saying what they want to do. When they can't be direct, they find workaround truths in order to conceal what they truly want to say, while keeping the main order clear (such as Sun saying the player will hurt their eyes if they work in the dark and ordering them to keep the lights on, rather than saying Moon will kill them so keep that room bright. Direct, but nicer).

Not at all important to FNAF speech lore but I think it's funny: Sun says the infamous Vanny line during the daycare intro section. "Are you having fun yet? (Are ya, are ya?)". 0.5 seconds after Gregory just stands there, which coincidentally is what Vanny does 0.5 seconds after Gregory gets into a vent (numbers exaggerated). I don't know. I just think it's funny. Replaying the daycare section after hearing Vanny yapping that line non stop gave me flashbacks.

The way they refer to each other and the pronouns they use are an entire thing, so let me separate it in two parts.

So that this post doesn't become scrolling hell on the tags, I'll keep it below the read more line:

Sun

Sun is the one who refers to himself the most. He frequently uses "I" or "me" when talking about himself, and does it way more often than Moon. Examples of this are "I have glitter glue!", "I'm stuck in a nap", "it really speaks to me", "I feel dumber just looking at it" - you get the point by now. The reason I'm going hard on this point is to contrast his way of speaking to Moon's.

When it comes to him referring to Moon, we only ever hear it twice. In HW2 he says "He'll wake up if the lights go out!". In Ruin, he says "Not me, the other me!". Besides those two voice lines, he merely alludes to Moon without ever mentioning him by name or by pronouns (such as when he says he'll turn the lights off himself, implying he'll let Moon deal with you, or when he says you can't work in the dark and instead of saying the real reason as to why, he cuts himself and goes "You'll- hurt your eyes if you work in the dark").

This is interesting for two reasons: one, we only see him directly mention his counterpart when he's in a ruined state (the HW2 voice line comes from the mask off section, when they're broken down. At least I think so); two, he simultaneously views Moon as separate from himself ("he'll wake up") and as a part of himself/another side of himself ("the other me"). You can take that as them really being the same "person", or as a reflection of their complicated body sharing situation. Take it as you will.

As far as referring to himself and Moon at the same time, he only does it in Ruin when he states "We need to be whole".

Moon

The way Moon structures his sentences means that he seldomly actually refers to himself directly. For instance, he doesn't say "I will find you" or "I will punish you", putting himself as the subject of the sentence. Instead, he puts others as the subject, wording it as "Bad children must be found" and "Bad children must be punished". This is consistent across all of his voice lines except one... Well, technically two.

To get it out of the way: there's a deleted voice line where he says "I'm putting you in time out", a line he and Sun share and which worked the same way the clean up one does - them saying the same thing, a push towards them being the same person ordeal.

The only in-game time he refers to himself directly is in Ruin. This line is also the only time he refers to both himself and Sun as a duo. This line is also the longest line of dialogue Moon has.

"(groaning noises) Naughty! Naughty! Make it stop! The light makes us hurt! Grind Grind! Grinding gears inside my head! We can't move. Error! Error!"

This line, much like Sun's, is interesting for various reasons. Even though Sun is no longer with him (being stuck in the VR world and separate from Moon, shown by how Moon can't move because the lights are on but his body can't shift into Sun, so he's completely stuck), he first refers to himself as a "us" - adding Sun into the mix. Then he refers to himself alone, "my head" instead of "ours", before going right back to a plural.

We can assume one of three things here: one, Moon refers to himself as a we more often, adding Sun into the mix, a complete opposite of his counterpart who typically speaks in singulars; or two, Sun is not as absent as he appears and in that moment he is in fact with Moon, just stuck on the passenger sit, hurting alongside him; or three, this is merely an effect of this being in the Ruin DLC where the whole point of the daycare section is to fuse Sun and Moon into the Eclipse, so the writers decided to bring the point home further. If you have more options, feel free to add them.

Side note: This voiceline also shows Moon's speaking patterns pretty well. Putting "the light" as the subject instead of "we/I", the rhyming, the repetition, the clipped sentences compared to Sun's endless ones, the noises, the scratchiness, the vague childlike mannerism... All ending with "we can't move", way more straight to the point, said right before he freezes up, which deviates from the "other subject first then me" rule due to the pain tearing through him at the moment.

Moon does not call Sun "the other me" or anything similar in any of the games. He never refers to Sun as if he too was Sun. However, we can assume his view on their situation probably mirrors Sun's - being in the same body and all -, so take it as you will.

And as for Moon referring to Sun as a separate individual... He does not refer to him as a "he". Instead, he actually mentions his counterpart by name, saying "No more Sun". Meaning he's the only one of the the two that has canonically used his other side's name. I think it's interesting how the least chatty one is the one actually calling the other by name and not the other way around. And yes, you can say it's a way of speaking and he's referring to the concept of the sun rather than saying his name, but taking into consideration Sun never utters the word moon, I'd say it's still quite a big thing.

In my headcanon land, due to the happenings at the Pizzaplex, Sun is probably too embarrassed and mortified to even mention Moon. Moon, on the other hand, has no reason to have such troubles besides hating Sun for (in his perspective) keeping him locked in a prison of light. So for me, it makes sense we never see Sun saying Moon's name, and it makes it more impactful when he actually acknowledges Moon as the other me rather than a he.

Eclipse

I lied there's three parts.

Eclipse has very few voice lines. The only one that matters here is "We need to clean this place up before we can open in the morning." This is pretty straight to the point: Eclipse, unlike Sun and Moon, doesn't use an "I". They immediately speak in the plural. They do not view themselves as just Eclipse, but rather as both Sun and Moon combined, at the same time.

As for the DCA being two AIs or one... in Ruin, Sun thanks Cassie after Eclipse is activated. It's left ambiguous. You can say Sun speaking afterwards proves they're not one and the same, "with the Sun and Moon AIs still running separately somehow", or you can assume Eclipse existing doesn't mean Sun and Moon can't keep doing their thing under safe mode, albeit in a less chaotic manner, allowing Sun's voice to come through but not making him any less Moon - he is Moon, he is Sun, and they are complicated yet very simple.

I believe in whichever version is more convenient at any given time, with a preference for "two codependent AIs" given what the games show us. Although, going by everything I collected here, the only theory I believe to just not be supported by canon at all is the one with Eclipse as a separate thing all together. Eclipse refers to themselves as a "we', not an "I". Eclipse activates when you make Sun and Moon "whole". It canonically makes no sense for Eclipse to be a third thing. (Please remember this is a post about what's in the games, the canon of FNAF. AUs and fandom or whatever, you do you).

That's it. Hope you enjoyed my rambling. Uh artblog unpaid promotion @tagidearte thank you for making it this far.

[kendyzzlewp]

Long Ass Break

art donaldson drabble

pairing: art donaldson x fem!reader

tags: fluff, domestic, married life, husband!art donaldson, tennisplayer!reader, tournament, coach!patrick

word count: 629

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Art was worried.

He watched as you ran off the court, your hand over your mouth as you tried for the life of you not to puke all over the clay court. Your opponent stood there frustrated, arms crossed over her chest, a scowl evident on her face.

Minutes passed and the murmuring of the crownd began to get louder due to your absence. Art looked around, his left hand scratching his head, a gold wedding band reflecting in the sun. No sign of you yet.

He was worried. He warned you about this happening, the pros and cons about playing in the tournament. You were stubborn, determined to power through because you’ve encountered worse. This was a piece of cake. Being your husband, he supported you but mostly, he just wanted to avoid your bad side.

Art glanced at the door you disappeared behind, his leg shaking in anticipation. You still hadn’t returned. The umpire was about to call the game. You were going to lose by default after being close to winning the whole goddamned tournament.

Fuck it, he thought and stood up to go through that fucking door. His heart racing as he pushed people from your team, muttering excuse me and thank you or whatever the fuck they needed to hear.

He reached the closed bathroom door, leaning closer to hear your retching as your stomach rebelled against you. His knuckles knocked on the bathroom door, as a courtesy and then pushed the door open.

Inside the bathroom, you were hunched over the toilet, clearly in distress. Art's heart clenched at the sight. He quickly kneeled down beside you, placing a gentle hand on your back.

"Hey sweetheart," he said softly, trying to offer some comfort. "Are you okay? What's going on?"

You looked up, tears in your eyes, and managed to croak out, "You were right,” you admitted. “I need a break.”

Art's heart sank as he saw you so distressed and vulnerable. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his comforting embrace. You felt a little better, the nausea still lingered around your throat but the urge was gone.

“You need to rest,” he whispered into your hair, sound muffled. “It’s starting to take a toll on you.

You sighed, tired, sweaty and defeated. “I know. Just take me home.”

Patrick burst through the door, concern and disappointment etched all over his place. “What the fuck is going on? Why aren’t you playing?”

You rolled your eyes as Art helped you stand up on your shaky legs. “I need a break Pat,” you said, leaning on your husband for support. “I need a long ass break.”

“A break?” He asked, crossing his arms in disbelief. “When have you ever taken a break?”

“Fuck off, Patrick,” Art grumbled at his best friend, turned your coach. “She needs a fucking break.”

Patrick scoffed, the sound making Art’s grip tighten around you. “How long is this break supposed to be?”

“9 months.”

Patrick's eyes widened in shock as the weight of your words sank in. He looked from you to Art, realization dawned on him. You shifted uncomfortably, wanting to just go home and sleep for the rest of the year.

"You're pregnant?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and understanding.

You nodded, leaning more heavily on Art for support. "Yes, I am."

Patrick's expression softened, his initial frustration melting away as he realized the gravity of the situation. "I... I had no idea.”

“Now you do,” Art rolled his eyes, his own concern for you evident but the annoyance toward Patrick even more prominent. "I just need to take her home before she throws up all over you.”

Patrick stepped aside, offering you a supportive smile. "Congratulations, you fuckers. Take all the time you need. We'll handle the tournament."

[pastelshroomsbasement]

This kind of QiJiu fic is so special to me, ITS FUNNY AS HEELLLL

from https://archiveofourown.org/works/62298721?view_adult=true

When Is A Monster Not A Monster? by ParueCake (MiraEyeteeth) in AO3

[prahacat]

when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process

[kugisakiss]

as promised, the spy x fam parody AU

I had some fun thinking about this like 2 years ago and only made a couple of sketches at the time.. but then I started cleaning them up last month and before I knew it, it spiraled out of control to become this monstrosity. I can't help it, as you can all tell by now, I love coming up with scenarios to get all my little guys interacting with each other

some details i didn't put in:

the Kudou parents are absent like in the show

whatever is happening on Haibara's end is probably super messed up but I haven't thought of any of the details

Akai gets fancy tech stuff, like the voice changer, from Agasa. Agasa comes to help babysit Conan sometimes and he gives him all his little gadgets. Akai hasn't said anything about it but figures he could use it considering the amount of crime he comes across

the facility shinichi was in is like in the original story, it exists to research esp to create super soldiers which is why he knows everything he knows

Conan regularly eavesdrops on Akai and Rei's top secret phone calls which is how he learns their real names. He can't help it, he has really good hearing

Conan and Subaru have different last names because Conan thinks "Okiya" is lame and wants to keep the one he made up on the spot. Their story is that when Subaru and Conan's mother (Edogawa Fumiyo) married, they both kept their own last names and Conan was given Edogawa when he was born. They've kept it this way to "remember Conan's dead mother"

[ivysprophecy]

Am I Okay? Masterlist

summary: y/n moves to the outerbanks thanful for a fresh start away from a very heavy past. once she gets there she falls into this diverse crowd of kooks, pogues, and everything in between. north carolina may be the south but she shows them what texan looks like. shockingly, rafe takes interest in his sisters friend. someone so drastically different from him. girl next door. what ever will he do?

authors note: im gonna be honest a LOT of this fic is gonna be self serving. i know its not gonna be everyones cup of tea but i started making it for my friends and i and its really grown so i decided to post. there will be a lot of names you wont recoginze and with that being said its got quite the back story so i will be posting a sort of 'key' if that makes sense.

throughout this fic i will be touching on some sensitive subjects such as physical abuse, drug addiction, drug rehab, being drugged, ptsd, sexual assault and more as we go on. this is something thats going to affect you please continue at your own risk.

some other notes will be that this is not show accurate entirely, as i said this was VERY self serving and very, fanon, if you will. the pogues and kooks get along, no to little topper or kelce mentions.

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[wheneverfeasible]

Ruin Me (part 3)

wc: 4k || rating: E || story summary: Steve shows up on Eddie’s doorstep with an offer he can’t refuse || chapter summary: Eddie lays out ground rules and tells Steve exactly how he’s going to ruin him. || tags: omegaverse, alpha!Eddie Munson, omega!Steve Harrington, intersex omegas, explicit content (see ao3 for full tags) || posted in full on ao3

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Previously…

“Pick up your money, Harrington,” he repeated, more slowly this time, stopping the other boy before he could move away. “Because I’m not a prostitute, but I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart. I’ll give you my knot and ruin you so good.”

Harrington’s eyes widened at Eddie’s words, his breath shuddering, and in the space of the quietude between them as they stared at each other, another peal of thunder shook the walls of the trailer.

Eddie licked his lips, a small thrill going through him at the way Harrington’s eyes followed the movement, and quirked his lips up into a smile.

“C’mon, Harrington. Let’s get you out of those wet things, shall we?”

“Steve.”

Eddie blinked. “What.”

“Steve. If we’re doing this, call me ‘Steve,’ Eddie,” Harrington said pointedly. “I’m not going to fuck someone who calls me by my last name in bed,” he complained with another little nose wrinkle of annoyance.

Eddie tried not to find it cute.

“Steve, then,” he snorted, and he hoped it didn’t sound fond. He was going for annoyed, put upon, anything other than soft. “C’mon, Steve. I’m curious about this magic pussy I’ve heard so much about.”

Harri—Steve flushed at that, rolling his eyes again, but let Eddie tug at his arm to lead him back towards the single bedroom. “You know, you’re not as cute as you think you are,” he muttered, causing Eddie to grin.

“You know I’m adorable,” he teased, flashing his pearly whites over his shoulder at the other boy, causing H—Steve to look away quickly as though embarrassed. He tightened his fingers around Eddie’s when he slid his hand from Steve’s wrist to his palm, trying to portray a confidence he didn’t really know if he was feeling at the moment.

This was Steve Harrington he was leading to his bedroom. To have sex. To fuck his no doubt tight little virgin cunt and knot him and absolutely ruin him for any alpha wanting to take his alleged purity.

Eddie didn’t really care much for the whole concept of ‘virginity’ of course, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he got a little thrill at the thought of taking Harrington’s. Steve’s. Whatever.

Following Eddie into his bedroom, Steve didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was looking around and taking everything in. Well, everything except the bed. He very studiously avoided looking at that, which Eddie thought was amusing. He was about to be splayed out on it, legs spread and pussy filled, just like he asked for. Or, rather, demanded.

“You on birth control, pretty boy?” Eddie asked, letting go of Steve’s hand to shut the door behind them. They might be alone in the trailer, but one could never be too careful. “I’ve got the morning-after pill if you need it too.”

Steve's flush deepened. “I…no, I’m not,” he mumbled. “I’ve never needed it, and my parents would never agree to put me on it. Said it encourages deviant behavior.”

Eddie grinned, moving to take the towel still draped over Steve’s shoulder and tossing it beside the bed. They could use it later for cleanup. “Well, sweetheart, if you ever need some, you know where to get it now. Since I’m about to be balls deep inside you, I’ll even give you a discount,” he winked.

Steve rolled his eyes with another small grimace. “Are you always this vulgar?”

“Depends on who you ask.” Eddie’s eyes skimmed over Steve’s body. He could feel the flare of interest igniting in his gut now that the decision to do this had been made. “Now take your clothes off, precious, and tell me your limits.”

Steve had started to comply, seemingly eager enough to pull his damp clothing off, but he paused for a moment with a frown, shirt halfway off. “Limits? Why would I have limits? I gave you permission for whatever.”

Eddie tried not to frown at that. He didn’t like wherever Steve’s thoughts were going, and it just made him even more glad he hadn’t sent the dude off to some other alpha who wouldn’t care about anything beyond getting their dick wet. Instead, he shook his head and shucked off his own shirt, stripping the rest of his clothing easily.

Steve’s eyebrows shot up, his eyes taking in all of the exposed skin Eddie was now displaying, moving lower and lower until his gaze snagged on Eddie’s cock. His eyes widened.

Eddie was a little smug, he could admit that. He knew he didn’t have much of an ass to speak of, but he had a slightly bigger than average sized alpha dick, and most importantly of all, he knew how to use it.

It was still mostly flaccid at the moment, his mind still coming to terms with his body on the fact that he was about to pop Steve Harrington’s cherry, but it was still a sight to behold.

Eddie carefully removed the rings from his fingers and set them on his dresser before spitting in the palm of his hand, leaning back against his dresser as he took himself lazily in hand. He used the other to gesture vaguely at Steve.

“Go on, sweetheart. Finish undressing. Let me look at what’s mine for the night,” he grinned.

Steve swallowed, his flush moving down his chest, something Eddie only knew as Steve revealed more of it to his watchful gaze. His eyes never strayed from where Eddie was stroking himself off, working himself to full stiffness as he watched Steve undress.

He might have felt self-conscious, being so exposed in front of Steve’s Adonis-like physique, but the look in Harrington’s eyes as he gazed at Eddie wasn’t disgust. Far from it, in fact.

Stepping out of his squelching shoes, Steve’s pants and socks joined the pile on the floor, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark navy blue underwear. More butch than Eddie was expecting, he could be honest about that, having half expected something lacy and skimpy beneath.

Steve’s thumbs hooked under the waistband of his underwear, hesitating only a brief moment more, and then those too joined the clothes on the ground, and…oh.

Eddie felt a vague flare of annoyance. Of course Steve would be beautiful here too. His cocklette was a little bigger than Eddie had expected at first, and to his everlasting surprise, it was already hard.

Now that his rain-soiled clothing was stripped from him, Eddie could take in the more unadulterated scent of the other boy, his mouth beginning to pool with saliva at the heady scent of not just aroused omega, but aroused Steve.

Steve was into what he saw, his little cocklet twitching ever so slightly as his gaze followed the slow movement of Eddie’s hand on his own dick. Interesting. Not at all expected, but thoroughly appreciated. He’d been a little worried that Steve’s preferences would make it harder for him to enjoy tonight’s activities, but it seemed that worry was in vain.

“Get on the bed, sweetness. On your back. And spread your legs for me. I wanna see all of you,” Eddie ordered, though he kept his tone more neutral. While a part of him would have quite enjoyed something a little firmer, he needed to get the important thing taken care of first.

Steve once more hesitated only a moment, wavering slightly and then he was obeying once more, moving to settle back against Eddie’s pillow and spreading his legs wide. Though there was a bit of shininess to Steve’s labia, his cocklet had wilted some, Steve’s eyes screwed shut and his fingers curled into the sheets beneath him.

Eddie released his own dick to move to stand before the bed, watching the way Steve’s muscles twitched as he tensed up. He let out a small snort. “Look at you, trembling already. You really are a virgin, aren’t you?”

Steve’s eyes shot open with annoyance, just as Eddie had predicted they would. “I’m not a liar!” he huffed. “Can you just hurry up and get this over with?” he added with a snap.

Smirking, Eddie shrugged one shoulder. “Oh sweetheart, I’m going to take my time with you. If I’m going to ruin you, I’m going to make certain I ruin you for every alpha after me. By the time I’m done with you, I’m going to have you drenched in your own slick, your pussy red from being stretched for hours, and your muscles putty in my bed. But only after you tell me your limits.”

That delicious flush was taking over Steve again, his flagging cocklet twitching once more with renewed interest, before confusion suffused Steve’s expression. “But…I don’t understand,” he frowned.

Eddie quirked a brow, letting his gaze linger on Steve’s cocklet and pussy just beneath it, before raising his gaze to Steve’s own. “What don’t you understand?”

“I…” Steve let out a small annoyed huff, though it was obvious the annoyance was more aimed at himself than anything. “You just need to knot me. You don’t need to…do all that other stuff,” he mumbled as he glanced away.

“Stevie, baby,” Eddie purred, causing Steve’s gaze to shoot back towards him. “You said I get to do whatever I want. And I want to take you apart, sweetness. Slowly, and repeatedly. After all, I have to make certain I ruin you. A quick dicking isn’t going to do that nearly well enough.”

Wide brown eyes stared back at him, the unmistakable scent of aroused omega filling the air once more. Eddie licked his lips almost as though he could taste it, feeling that thrill again as Steve’s gaze once more locked in on the movement.

“Now…limits, Steve. Tell me your limits. Then I’ll reward you.”

Though he still looked confused, and entirely out of his depth, Steve’s fingers were no longer curled quite so tightly in Eddie’s sheets. “I-I…I don’t know,” he mumbled, embarrassed and ashamed. “I’ve never…I’ve only ever…” He trailed off, though Eddie could guess how that sentence ended. I’ve only ever taken care of someone else before.

And it was high time to change that.

“How about this then, sweetheart. If I do something you don’t like, no matter what it is, you can either tap anywhere on my body three times and I’ll stop, or squeeze me three times. You can also tell me with words, either pick a word of your own or you can use the traffic light system.

“‘Red’ for stop, where we stop everything and I check in on you, offering aftercare and easing you back to feeling safe. ‘Yellow’ for slow down, check in, you’re still enjoying it but it’s getting a bit much for you and you’re approaching your limit. ‘Green’ for enthusiastic consent, you’re enjoying it and want to keep going. Got it?”

Steve blinked, a confused furrow to his brow, but his lips worked soundlessly over the information he was just given. He carefully, cautiously, moved to prop himself up on his elbows to stare at Eddie.

“I don’t get it,” he murmured, and Eddie was about to find another way to explain it to make it more understandable, when Steve continued. “I told you that you could do whatever you wanted to me, to use me, and you…want to make certain I enjoy it too?”

Eddie froze, mouth partially open for a simpler explanation, realizing with mounting horror that that wasn’t what Steve was confused about. Surely he didn’t expect Eddie to…what…pump and dump without any care to what his bed partner was enjoying, or if they even enjoyed it at all? That he’d simply take and break and use without wanting to bring his partner pleasure.

The want to be offended rose in him again, but there was no malice in Steve’s confusion; he was simply genuinely uncertain about what he had even demanded of Eddie.

“If I do what you want me to do, fuck you and knot you, without you being aroused and interested, I could greatly harm you, Steve. The whole point of this is to escape an alpha who does that.”

“Well, yeah, but…” Steve shifted uncomfortably on the bed. “It’d just be the once. And it’s not like you like me or anything. I trust you won’t hurt me too much, but…the idea of making me hurt, of getting, I don’t know, some sort of payback against rich jocks doesn’t interest you?”

Eddie snorted at the way Steve tilted his head like a fucking dog. It shouldn’t be as adorable as it was, Steve naked and spread out like that on Eddie’s bed. “Oh, making you hurt would be a great honor of mine, Harrington. But I only like consensual hurt.”

“Steve,” Steve snapped in correction, before frowning. “Consensual hurt?”

Eddie grinned then, finally placing a knee to the mattress as he climbed on top of the bed, enjoying the way Steve’s eyes widened slightly, tracking his movements.

“Holding you so tightly you bruise, carrying my mark with you long past the time we part. Maybe my fingerprints, maybe my teeth. Fucking you so hard you still feel me tomorrow, or the next day. Maybe longer. Just enough so that when you feel the ache, it makes you wet for me again. Maybe a little light spanking if you’re really naughty.”

Making Steve flush was quickly becoming Eddie’s new favorite thing. He smirked, slowly reaching out to press a palm to Steve’s ankle, sliding it up his shin to just over the cress of his knee as he inched his way closer to the other boy. Steve’s muscles were tense beneath him. In fact, he scarcely seemed to breathe.

“Besides the fact that I would never do that, why would I need to get payback against you, sweetheart? You’ve never personally caused me trouble. If anything, I should be thanking you for the bountiful feast before me,” he murmured, sliding his hand up next to Steve’s thigh, feeling as much as hearing Steve’s stuttering breath.

He moved in closer, sliding his thumb to rub small circles over Steve’s inner thigh. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby boy, I promise. Do I have your permission?”

Steve gave a very jerky nod, causing Eddie to tut. “I need your verbal consent, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I know you asked for this, but I need to hear you say you want this. That you want to have sex with me, with your words.”

Steve stared at Eddie, pupils blown wide from both the low lighting in the room and his obvious arousal. He wet his lips, and the once cold skin was now all but burning beneath Eddie’s palm. “Yes,” he whimpered. “Yes, please.” Steve swallowed thickly. “Mark me.”

Eddie grinned, basking in the permission. He couldn’t deny that he was interested, not with Steve looking as good as he did on his bed like this. For him. Yeah, it was a bit of an ego stroke, okay? Having Steve Harrington wet for him, desiring him, the scent of his arousal washing away any of the earlier sour distress.

More than that, however, was the fact that Steve trusted him. They didn’t know each other from Adam, and yet here Steve was, baring himself for Eddie and telling him that he trusted him with this ploy of his. Steve wasn’t just popping his cherry here; he was irreversibly ruining his reputation and whatever social status he had once held.

Steve Harrington wasn’t anything like how Eddie had assumed him to be. He was a bitch, sure, but there was something in his gaze that spoke of something other too, something…fragile. Something lost, and god if Eddie wasn’t one to find little lost sheepies and protect them from the wolves.

He had thought once that Steve was a wolf, and maybe part of him was. Maybe part of him was a sheep too though too. Or maybe Steve was just…Steve.

It didn’t matter. Not right now. No, Eddie wasn’t going to start waxing poetic about some guy he didn’t even like, not when he could have his fun and make Steve remember this night for years to come.

Eddie pushed everything else out of mind, pushed away why they were doing this, focusing instead only on the fact that he had a naked, wet, wanting Steve Harrington in his bed and he was going to do his damned best at giving Steve the night of his life.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty,” he breathed, hating it was true. Everyone knew it was true. No, Steve wasn’t some ethereal beauty or anything, yet something about him drew everyone in, whether they wanted to be or not. Hell, it had even drawn Hargrove in, which Eddie had appreciated for a moment because it kept Hargrove from taunting any of the freaks and geeks at school.

Of course, then Steve had returned to school with a busted face and Hargrove in an even worse mood than before, which was when the latter did start up his harassment of others he deemed lesser. Which was just about everyone. He steered clear of Steve for the most part after that though, which was a relief.

Hold up.

A relief?

Christ, apparently all Steve had to do was bat his pretty brown eyes and flash his pink wet pussy for Eddie to fall all over himself about the dude. For his alpha to want to protect this exposed omega before him. That was annoying.

Yet, as Steve stared up at him with widened eyes and a flush staining his cheeks and sliding down his chest, Eddie couldn’t find it in himself to be too annoyed at the moment. For a guy who no doubt got complimented frequently, Steve was acting like no one had ever called him ‘pretty’ before.

“Now, what’s your color, baby boy?” Eddie murmured, scooting closer between Steve’s legs which parted even more for him naturally. Christ. He let his hand slide fully to Steve’s thigh then, his thumb lightly caressing the inner skin as Steve’s muscles jumped at his ministrations.

Steve swallowed thickly, wide gaze still on Eddie, though his brows puckered a little in confusion again, though they quickly smoothed out in understanding. He drew his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze skirting down to wear Eddie’s cock bobbed in the air between them, before quickly looking back up into Eddie’s eyes with a brighter flush to his face.

“G-green,” he stammered, clearly nervous, but the rush of aroused omega scent spoke of the truth behind his words. He hesitated a moment with an almost wry smile to his lips. “And…maybe a little yellow,” he hesitantly admitted as he looked away again.

Which…probably shouldn’t make Eddie as happy as it did. But it did make him happy to have Steve admit his reservations, to be truthful about how he was feeling, and about what they were about to do.

“Good boy,” Eddie murmured, causing Steve to start and return his gaze to him with a small part of his lips in surprise. He tried to offer a reassuring smile, as weird as such a thing was to offer to Steve Harrington of all people. The guy everyone wanted. The guy currently naked in Eddie’s bed. Shit.

Clearing his throat, Eddie didn’t remove his thumb from where it was softly stroking over Steve’s quivering thigh, but he didn’t push forward for more yet either. “I’ll tell you what I’m planning to do, sweetheart. And then you can tell me if you want that.”

He waited for Steve to give him a small nod before continuing. “I’m going to slide my fingers to your pretty little cunt, and I’m going to rub you softly so you get used to my touch. Only then, when I know you want it as much as I do, am I going to slide my fingers inside you.”

“Eddie,” Steve whined—and damn if Eddie didn’t like the sound of that—pressing himself back further against the sad and limp pillow on his bed braced against the wall.

“Then,” Eddie continued, encouraged by Steve’s obvious enjoyment at that thought. “Just one at first, sweetheart, don’t worry. Your little virgin pussy can’t handle all of me without being loosened up first. I bet you’re so tight, so beautifully untouched. I can’t wait to ruin you, precious.”

Eddie slid his gaze down to the thatch of hair that was obviously as groomed as the rest of Steve, his pink and shiny folds evident through it and making Eddie salivate for a taste. He brought his free hand back to his own dick to squeeze as he settled back on his haunches, looking his fill.

“First one finger, then two. Then I’m going to put three fingers inside you, sweetness. I’m going to stretch you wide for me so you can take my big, thick, alpha cock. But first…”

Eddie lifted his gaze to meet Steve’s with a wicked grin. “Before you get to have my cock, I’m going to slip my tongue inside you and taste just how sweet you really are, baby. You want that?”

Steve’s eyes fell shut as he arched back slightly, sliding his feet to press against the bed, effectively spreading his legs wider while also chasing Eddie’s hand on his thigh to slide down further to land at the junction where thigh met hip.

“Fuck, Eddie, yes. I’m green, asshole, I’m so green,” he panted. “Fucking touch me already before I find an alpha who isn’t just all talk.”

That brought a growl rumbling out of Eddie, and he released his dick to lean forward and grab Steve’s jaws between his fingers. “Oh trust me, sweetness,” he said as he leaned in close, letting his other thumb brush into the hair surrounding Steve’s most sensitive bits, skating just along the edge of Steve’s pussy. “I’m going to make you eat your words.”

Though Steve had flinched slightly at the fast grip to his jaw, he stared up at Eddie now with no hint of fear, only challenge and smug satisfaction, his breath brushing against Eddie’s lips. “Yeah? Gonna make me eat something else, Munson?” he lightly jeered. “And here I thought you were the one promising to eat something.”

He didn’t know who moved first. All Eddie knew was that within the space of one moment and the next, his and Steve’s lips were on one another, a needing gasping breath escaping Steve as Eddie wasted no time shoving his tongue into Steve’s mouth as he braced himself above the other boy.

True to his words, he slid his other hand further in, finally pressing his guitar calloused fingers against the slick heat of Steve’s folds.

Steve moaned at the sensation, arching against Eddie as Eddie started rubbing his fingers against him, the slick ease of it revealing just how turned on Steve already was with Eddie’s promises.

Eddie, for his part, had to swallow back a groan at how sweet the air was smelling at the moment now, how fucking good Steve felt even just against his fingers like this as he began producing more slick. His fingers moved easily over Steve, sliding up occasionally to glide over Steve’s cocklet, causing the omega to release another wave of arousal.

Steve was not a passive participant, however. No, almost immediately his arms had wrapped around Eddie’s shoulders and back, holding the alpha close as he lifted his hips to try to rock against the fingers touching him. Though he let Eddie invade his mouth with his tongue, his own was just as active sliding against Eddie’s, moving with him in encouragement.

A needy whine left the omega, one leg leaving the bed to wrap over Eddie’s.

“Eddie, please,” Steve whimpered when Eddie finally had to pull his mouth away, though the alpha couldn’t leave fully, trailing lips and teeth and tongue over Steve’s jaw and neck. “Please, alpha, need you inside me…”

And if that wasn’t just the sweetest sound.

“You feel so good, omega,” Eddie whispered with a pant against Steve’s skin, feeling how his own tip was beginning to bead with desire for the boy beneath him. “Gonna knot you up so good. Gonna ruin you for anyone else again ever.”

“Prove it,” Steve growled. “Stop being such a pussy and put your fingers inside me already.”

Who was Eddie to argue with that?

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Author Commentary:

You know, I feel like I’m back on my FFNet grind doing this, but hey, whatever.

Aaaaanyways…

First off, let me say that I have officially listed this fic as part of a series, Ruined and Redeemed. Once Ruin Me is completed here on tumblr, I’m going to begin working on a companion fic that takes place the immediate morning after, told in Steve’s POV. How exciting. Other smaller fics set in the same universe may also entice me. I already have an idea for at least one or two.

This was honestly an important part for me in my writing because it deals with matters of consent. I am pretty chill with certain aspects of dub-con, such as omega heats or sex pollen, but it is still very important to me for there to be a clear line drawn as well. Eddie likewise needs that line to never be crossed, needing fully verbal consent.

Which is, of course, absolutely foreign to Steve. He gets consent, of course. And absolutely follows it himself, but he doesn’t quite get it in connection to himself in this moment. In his mind, he’s giving a disgraced alpha absolute control over him and, from everything he knows about alphas, he’s expecting Eddie to take advantage of that and him.

As well, he knows that Eddie doesn’t like him, knows of his reputation in school, and knows that he used to be a jerk. Maybe not quite like Tommy or Billy, but he did and said things he wasn’t proud of and fully believes that Eddie would get revenge on him because all the alphas he interacts with definitely would.

The fact that Eddie is still gentle with him (in his own way) and fully wants Steve’s consent and enjoyment in sex is definitely one of the things that makes Steve want. He’s heartbroken by Nancy, even though he’s acknowledged that they weren’t good for each other and she has feelings for Jonathan instead, so he is definitely a little emotionally fragile as well and just as emotionally needy.

Eddie giving him clear details on what he’s going to do to him, therefore, being open and honest with him about something he’s nervous about…yeah, it definitely helps him see Eddie differently. And it also makes him horny lmao.

Which was a really fun thing to write. I loved the idea of Steve both being a slut and being a virgin. He happily takes care of his partners, but he can’t do much for himself because of his parents’ strict traditionalist beliefs. They’re definitely the sort to like, check to make certain a hymen is still intact or something, taking Steve for regular checkups to make certain he hasn’t been defiled.

They fill him with heat suppressants even though it can, at least in my version of things, be harmful if used overly much. It can almost make a heat, once had, more extreme and painful if the omega doesn’t have an alpha to knot them, resulting in something similar to rejection or isolation sickness that can make the omega incredibly ill. Suppressing for too long can also affect fertility, though that is something not as widely known in the 80s.

In this particular part, Steve is thus being treated as an active participant for the first time, with Eddie behaving unlike any other alpha he’s ever known. Especially one who should hate him, or so he believes. At the very least, they’re absolute strangers. In his mind, Eddie as an alpha shouldn’t care so much about how an omega feels or thinks.

Similarly, Eddie is realizing that his preconceived notions of who Steve Harrington is are absolutely wrong. Instead, he discovers that Steve is someone who needs to be put first for once, someone who needs to be cared for. While Eddie isn’t quite yet accepting of his own changing feelings for the other boy, the shift is definitely there.

I am a full believer that Eddie and Steve would bicker during sex and positive emotional moments. Steve calls Eddie “asshole” all the time but it becomes something as affectionate as Eddie’s use of “sweetheart” or any other endearment. They snipe and tease and argue in a way that is very much like foreplay to them.

Also, Eddie’s use of “precious” is 100% him making a Gollum reference that he knows Steve won’t get. It’s almost as mocking as Steve’s “asshole” and fake fighting will 100% be part of their love language.

Next part will consist of the actual smut. I’ll try to get it out sooner and also there be only maybe two parts left; the smut part and the aftercare/resolution part. Hopefully. Fingers crossed!

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Just Like That

♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: While you two were supposed to be repairing Sam’s boat, you end up giving Bucky head instead.

♡ Warnings: SMUT, blowjobs, deepthroating/face fucking, slight praise kink, literally no plot just filth

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+

He couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into your lips, the way your tongue ran on the underside of his dick— tracing the bulging vein.

“Doll… oh my… fuckkk.” He moaned out, his flesh hand tangling their fingers into your hair.

You hummed, sending vibrations into his dick. The action had him gripping your hair tight, the slight pain from your scalp shooting straight to your core. The throb had you whining around his length.

“Making me feel s’ good baby.” He praised breathlessly, easing his grip on your hair— petting it down soothingly.

You flattened your palms on his thighs, pushing forward until the head of his cock bumped the back of your throat.

His hips bucked instinctively, almost crying out at the way your throat was squeezing him. He grabbed the doorway of the boat, the wood splintering in his metal grip.

You pulled all the way off of him, before swallowing his entire length again— gagging as his head hit deeper in the back of your throat.

“S’ fucking good baby…” He whimpered, his head tilted back in ecstasy.

You snuck a hand down, playing with his balls, letting your other hand pump his length. You glanced up at him— spit leaking from your lips. You watched with lust filled eyes as he panted and whined.

“James… you’re so hard,” You purred, his head snapping down at you, “Bet you’re close, huh?”

He let out a pathetic whine as you squeezed his balls—his face contorted in pain.

“Words baby.” You demanded, leaning forward to swirl your tongue around his head.

His hips twitched slightly, the sensation of your tongue massaging around his tip heavenly. He let out a deep moan, feeling your tongue lick over his slit.

“S’ close doll— just like that.” He praised, letting his fingers comb through your hair.

There was something about you kneeling before him, eyes glossed over with lust, as the tears trailed down your cheeks— that made him absolutely feral. The position was so submissive, yet you held all the power. He was melting at your touch— his body putty at your hands.

You pumped his achingly hard length, giving his tip kitten licks. With your free hand caressing his thigh, you could feel the muscle twitch under your palm.

“Gonna cum James?” You asked hoarsely, his hazed over eyes meeting with yours.

You captured his length again, deepthroating him until your nose was buried into the hairs at the base of his cock. You gagged again, the convulsion from your throat making him growl in pleasure.

“Oh… that— keep doing that baby fuck…” He begged, his hips having a mind of their own, rocking into your face.

You whined around him, trying to breathe through your nose as he began to fuck your throat.

You reached around, grabbing handfuls of his ass— kneading the flesh. The action only made his thrusts deeper, his moans needier.

His thrusts were harsher, his needs a priority and if he had to use your face to chase his high— so be it. You on the other hand, we’re dripping. Your pussy was throbbing, him manhandling you making your entire body tingle— ache with desire.

He was nearly crying, his pants mixed with whines, getting impossibly close to the edge. You whimpered around him, his sounds only edging you on.

“Fuck baby… yes— you’re fucking mine,” He growled, his length growing impossibly harder at the image of you crying around him, “All mine.”

Your nails dug into the skin on his ass, your face drenched in tears, salvia leaking out of your mouth and down your chin. You gagged again, spurring him on further, his thrusts quicker. He grabbed your head, fucking your face with such force and suddenly he was pushing impossibly deeper in your throat, your jaw aching.

With an animalistic groan, he was spilling his seed down your throat. His breathing slowing, the waves of euphoria flowing throughout him. He stayed like that for a moment, relishing the feel of your throat around him.

At last, he released his death grip on your head. Slipping his cock from your throat with a hiss, his head sensitive. You gasped, panting in attempts to fill your lungs with the needed air.

With hooded eyes, Bucky gazed down at you with pleasure hazed eyes. His cock twitched at your flushed face, the tears tracks mixing with your spit— and his cum that had snuck out. Your eyes were slightly bloodshot, but as you gazed up at him— you were looking at him with such desire. You looked as if you were just getting started, and you wanted to devour him again.

“Such a good girl.” He whispered, voice hoarse.

He cradled your face, caressing your clammy cheek. He gently pulled you up, helping support your swaying state. You leaned into his palm, holding his gaze with adoration.

“I love you James.” You spoke into his palm, placing a kiss on his rough skin.

“I love you more baby.” He told you, wrapping his metal arm around your lower back, pulling you flush to him. “Now, let me return the favor.”

[pepart]

"Once a brother, always a brother, no matter the distance, no matter the differences, no matter the issue."

[regulusrules]

There’s something about the finale that I can’t just gatekeep inside mbarbyc and need to scream over with you guys. This right here

Arthur's in soo much pain here, right? He was stabbed in his fucking chest, holding onto Merlin for dear mercy. But do you notice how Arthur immediately asks Merlin not “where are we?” or “how did we get here?” or even “what happened to the battle that I just spent countless hours trying to win for my beloved kingdom?”.. but instead:

“Where have you been?”

Which translates in Arthur Pendragon’s love language to: Oh Merlin, I feared I would die without seeing you once more. I feared I only hurt you last we spoke. I looked and looked everywhere for your face, hoping I’d be strengthened with your presence, hoping I would find the armour you enclose over my heart. Oh, Merlin, why did you leave me?

Because let’s be honest, did Arthur care about Camlann? Yes. Did he care about his men? Yes. But did he care miles more about Merlin to the point that he was the person on the forefront of Arthur’s mind? The source of his relief and subsequent misery? Yes.

And I swear to you guys, in my eyes, nothing hurt this man about the magic reveal more than thinking that Merlin didn’t love him just as much as he did.

[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….