#i can't replace it now it's forever gonna be there

[bookwyrminspiration]

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

-⚙️

Well based on some recent reflections I've been having: hey you're not 100% in love with that middle name you picked out, maybe think over it a little bit more instead of going "well who cares it's fine" and then legally changing your name. Because now later you've thought of something better and much more meaningful to you personally but also really don't feel like going through the process again. I understand you wanted to be able to receive your degrees with the name Quil, but also now they all have this middle name you're kinda meh on so

Oh also I'd tell them to be more cringe and weird unapologetically :)

[lilybecca1]

Wait, Bakudeku is literally considered canon in the Japanese fandom???!!! Like no joke, in Japan Bkdk being canon is actually a widely accepted thing?? Like, let me get this straight.

The manga was meant for Japanese audience mainly, so the romance would also be something that is suited for Japanese audience, not the direct and straight forward approach that non-japanese shows have when it comes to romance. And you guys remember the "Rest of our lives" scene? Well yeah, that's actually a marriage proposal in Japan. In Japan they don't say Will you marry me? Some of the most common proposal lines are literally:

“Let’s spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Having you by my side is what completes me.”

“I can't imagine my life without you in it.”

“I wish I could give you everything, but I hope that this ring is enough.”

"I will protect you forever."

Like bro what?? These are literally Bkdk coded. Like Izuku fr thought once that he can't imagine his world without Kacchan in it. And the “I wish I could give you everything, but I hope that this ring is enough.”?? Replace ring with hero suit and you get the freaking ending of the manga. And I will protect you forever is also so them like I just can't yjxnsjxjnxjdkkxkxkxkxkkdk

I know we were all waiting for Horikoshi to make Bkdk canon in some big way like at the end they're revealed to be together or some confession or some shit but we do forget sometimes that this is set in Japanese culture and in Japan things are very different. Much more subtle and way less straight forward and obvious. Most japanese husbands and wives don't even normally say I love you to each other, because they express love through different ways, like action. And that is very hard for our non-japanese brains to understand cause it's just so different over there and instead of being expressive, love in Japanese culture is more about gratitude expressed through actions and devotion. It's much more symbolic.

So then when we think back on all those Cherry Blossom official arts, well NOW it doesn't seem too far fetched to think it might mean something, does it? For us, all these little hints and symbolism are just that. Hints and symbolism. But for Japanese people? They know how to read it very well and it's common in Japan to express certain things through symbolism. Like "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" Is a full on marriage proposal line. It doesn't seem like it to us, but to them yes. Also let's not forget we literally have a scene with Deku looking out at the moon and Bakugo too 😭

So, if we look at it in a Japanese sense, and that in japaese culture, love is expressed in a more symbolic way, and through actions and devotion, then it isn't so hard to believe anymore that Bakugo and Deku are actually fully implied canon in the manga. I mean talk about devotion..Bakugo literally spent 8 YEARS to help fund that suit for Izuku. He took "actions speak louder than words" fcking seriously.

Like would it be better if Horikoshi actually made them say they were in love or made then kiss or something? Yeah, but realistically speaking that probably wasn't gonna happen either way. And the fact that the Japanese fandom, who the manga is literally meant for, is fr congratulating Bakudeku for being canon!!!! Like y'all if the japanese fandom thinks that they're canon then it's safe to say that they are. Because in a sense, Japanese people can read and understand that "language" behind those hints better than us. And if they say it's canon, then I bet my ass it is.

TOO BAD I AIN'T FCKING JAPANESE

Like seriously why is it so hard being European. We wouldn't believe something was true until the cold hard evidence was literally laid right in front of our freaking eyes.

[taeghi]

i don't want to be your roommate, i want to kiss your neck | (m) *preview*

(yes this is turning into a heeseung account, you can't stop me)

heeseung x reader | smut, fluff, angst, PWP lol | roommate + best friend's brother!heeseung

➤ summary : at first, you cursed lee hana for ditching your roomies-forever contract, but now you want to thank her for having such a great idea for her hot brother to move in as her replacement... just as long as she doesn't find out you think he's hot.

➤ includes : warning!cuddling!!!, also masturbating, unprotected sex, fingering, praise, breeding kink ;)

➤ word count : 15.7k (jesus)

taglist : ???

lee hana was the best friend you could ever ask for. 

when you met during freshman year of college you knew that you would be best friends forever. she was the missing piece that you were missing in a lot of ways. so, when she asked if you wanted to find a place to rent together you couldn’t possibly turn her down. 

you decorated the apartment you found so that it could be deemed as ‘your shared home’. parts of you both were mangled around the apartment, wherever you looked there were pieces of each other somewhere.  hana’s favourite photography works she’s taken, your ugly wool throw blankets that you insisted on having and both of your dirty dishes piling up in the sink because you both hated doing dishes. 

 though, you both lived wonderfully together. you managed to cook almost everyday regular meals that were somewhat healthy and made sure the other one was getting to class on time. you figured that you would continue to live with her for the rest of your early-mid twenties. 

until she got a boyfriend. 

don’t get it wrong, you loved jay; but you despised him for taking away your perfect roommate. 

you were worried at first when hana sat you down and told you she’d be moving out by the end of the month. her and jay had decided to take their relationship further and she agreed to move into his apartment with him. you knew that your lease wouldn’t end until the rest of the year, meaning that you would have to pay the rent for two people even though it’d be only you living here. which, you did not have the money for as a broke college student. 

“but don’t worry!” hana smiled at you from her spot on the couch when she broke the news, “i’ve found you another roommate who is just like me! so there won’t be any problems.” 

you sigh, because there are usually always problems if hana isn’t involved. meaning, you will most definitely hate your new roommate, hana’s replacement. 

“don’t sigh like that y/n!” hana smacks your shoulder, “he’s seriously a perfect mix of you and i, you’ll like him.” 

“him?!” you exclaim, shaking your head no to the fact that you will have to live with a boy. 

“y/n, just give him a chance! you haven’t even met him yet!” 

you glare at your best friend and soon-to-be-ex-roommate with displeasure at the new information she was laying on you. “but he’s a boy, hana! he’s gonna ruin our woman sanctuary here!” 

“y/n, i don’t think this has been a woman sanctuary since we’ve moved in,” 

“but it could be, if you stay living here,” 

“y/n, i already told him he could have my room, I care about him a lot.” hana juts out her lips into a pout, her pretty features contorting into begging ones as she desires your approval. 

“fine, but i want him to at least try to contain his man testosterone to one room,” you sigh, giving in to your best friend. her squeals reach your ears quickly as she leans over to pull you into a hug. 

“you’re gonna love him! you won’t even want me back as a roommate,”

“who even is he?” 

“his name’s heeseung,” 

“heeseung?” 

“yeah,” hana shrugs casually, “my brother.” 

“what?!” you exclaim at her again. you had never met her family before, both of you growing up in different states made it hard to meet each others. hana was usually private about her family, not talking much about them either way. you were aware that she had an older brother, but you would have never thought that you would come to live with him. “hana, what.” 

hana lets out her familiar roistering laugh at your shocked expression, “i told you he was just like me- and if he’s just like me then he’s just like you!” 

you pout, “we’ll see about that.”

FULL RELEASE DATE : SUNDAY : OCTOBER 29TH 2023, @ 10PM EST

[mylonelylittlestar]

My little star

Characters: Xavier Summary: random relationship headcanons with Xavier Warnings: None A/N: I've completely fallen in love with Love and Deepspace, especially with Xavier. It's truly hopeless

the type of boyfriend to get you matching pyjamas

he gets you so many that they slowly start to replace all of your own

likes to match with you even if you don't live together, so sometimes he just texts you to ask which pyjamas you're wearing so he can change into the matching one after he showered

if you ever gift him slippers, blankets, or pillows, he will keep them forever (even if it's something goofy like those big fluffy bunny slippers)

the best person to ask for good midnight snacks. He can recommend fantastic instant noodles, chips, crackers, or other snacks that are light and won't give you stomach aches late at night or negatively impact your sleep in any other way

very interested in your skincare routine (if you have one) and will try out any mask or cream that you give him

if you come up with a routine for him (a simple one, maybe, like the basic cleanser > toner > moisturizer), he will follow it diligently, dragging himself out of bed before he sleeps every day to do it because you were the one to pick those products for him and he doesn't want to waste that

he feels like it connects you to him, even if your routine is completely different and a bit more complicated

never cries during movies, no matter how sad they might be, but he does (on very rare occasions) get a bit teary-eyed

he will hold you if you cry during a movie, and he would never even think about making fun of you for it

he does secretly think that it's cute that you get so worked up about a movie

can sleep through anything. a bomb could go off in his house and he wouldn't know that it happened until he woke up

has seen every single episode of any shitty sitcom you can think of at least three times because he occasionally watches them while he sleeps

sometimes he quotes them but because he knows each of these shows so well now he always quotes the lesser known scenes and no one gets what he's talking about

you start to understand his references after a while, so sometimes he will quote some obscure scene from a super unpopular sitcom that got cancelled after one season and you're the only one laughing

secretly sneaks to the arcade sometimes to practice the claw machine game because he wants to get you the plushies you don't have yet (and to impress you)

he ends up getting dozens of repeats of plushies that you already own. he collects in a small storage room in his apartment that used to be empty

he ends up giving them away when the collection gets out of control, donating them to a children's hospital nearby

gets all shy when you find out about it, blushing bright red like a tomato (or a wasabi octopus)

knows about every single 24 hour store in the city because of his odd sleeping habits and always knows what to do no matter what time it is

you can't sleep and want to go on a date at 3:27 am? he knows a place

if someone is mean to you he will try his hardest to deescalate the situation, but he's also fully willing to fight the person if that doesn't work

I mean have you read his Anecdotes 2? He doesn't give a fuck. He'd prefer not to fight, sure, but if it's unavoidable? What is he gonna do? Not fight and defend you? Ridiculous.

The fandom has already started turning him into this soft uwu stereotype, but the thing is that that's... just not him? He's sweet and kind, yes, but that's not all he is. He's complicated! He has layers!

if he ever falls asleep during a date he would feel awful about it for days, even if you reassure him that it's fine and that you're glad that he feels safe enough around you to fall asleep

he tries to make it up to you with a different date and he falls asleep again, which starts a vicious, endless cycle

when he finally does get over his guilt it's only because you fall asleep during a date after you had a long day at work

knows when you cheat in kitty cards, but sometimes he just lets you get away with it, especially if he knows you had a stressful day at work. He hopes that the win will cheer you up

his good night kisses are forehead kisses while his good morning kisses are on top of your head if you didn't sleep over or on the cheek if you did

[sky-is-the-limit]

P: Phillip Graves x 141!F!Reader

TW: CNC (kinda?), Breeding kink (kinda?)

WC: 979 words

Summary: The Shadows captured you during the 'Alone' mission and Graves just can't resist a pretty soldier like yourself, wink wink 🫶

Phillip Graves loomed over you, his taunting words slicing through the thick haze of your mind while his breath, heavy and tainted with the scent of tobacco, fanned across your face when he leaned closer.

"What would your dear Captain say if he could see you like this, hm?" He mocked with cruel amusement.

The table creaked beneath you, protesting the relentless force of his thrusts. Each brutal stroke sent a wave of heat crashing through your body, the obscene slap of skin on skin filling the air, the sound embarrassingly loud in the otherwise silent space across the illegally occupied base.

You were unraveling, each movement making you crack further, your voice reduced to a litany of breathless whimpers and filthy swears.

Every shred of dignity you had was gone, replaced by the raw, animalistic need he had ignited in you.

You were a traitor. First to your team, then to your Captain and now to yourself. Being captured by the Shadows had been out of your control but this? This dark, twisted pleasure that you found in Graves’ midnight visits? This was your fault. Entirely.

Every time he cornered you, pressing you against the cold walls of your cell, you spat venom at him, swore that you hated him, that you didn’t want his touch. But he always laughed, a low, humiliating reminder of your position before forcing you to face the reality.

The truth that, deep down, in the wicked, most corrupted corners of your being, you wanted this. Ever since he was assigned to assist the task force with El Sin Nombre, he was all you could think about.

Graves thrusted into you again, his brutal pace driving you to the edge, making your body betray you even more as you whimpered and pleaded beneath him with fists clenching at the air, desperate for something to hold onto.

"Maybe I should record you looking like a fucking mess and send it to the asshole-" The older man threatened, his grip tightening on your jaw as he pulled out, the wet sound echoing in the room before slamming back into you, filling you completely.

Your toes curled, ankles trembling as they squeezed around his thighs, his broad, drenched in sweat chest a searing sun against your own. He was immovable, relentless, and it felt like he would go on forever, leaving you with no hope of restoring whatever was left of the person you were before that damned mission in Mexico.

"You love it when I'm using your pretty little cunt, don't you?" He sneered, thick with arrogance. "You love big, bad Commander Graves corrupting every single part of you—fucking hell, look at you.''

You couldn’t deny it, not when your body reacted to his every word, tensing up in response even as you shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks.

He pushed deeper, harder, his cock brushing against your cervix with each punishing slap. It was heaven and hell, twisted together in the only way Graves knew how to give. Too much and not enough, all at once.

All you could feel was him, every inch of him stretching you out, grazing those most sensitive spots that had you teetering on the edge of delirium.

He was so thick, each slam driving you closer and closer to the brink and your cries only seemed to spur him on, his pace quickening as he pushed with such force that the wooden surface was promised to create lines against the wall behind.

"I'm gonna ruin you, sweetheart." Graves declared, pride drowning in each syllable as his Southern drawl growed heavier with each word.

The promise in his tone made your breath hitch, your heart pounding in your chest as the implication of his words sank in and you knew he meant it, it was sharply defined in the blue fire of his gaze.

"I'm gonna cum inside you, again and again, until you're ruined for anyone else."

The very idea of it, of being marked, claimed, and consumed by him entirely, sent you into a spiral before your arms instinctively tightened around his neck, pulling him closer as if to brace yourself for what was to come.

Naturally, Graves took it as a challenge, a sign to plunge into you even further and your mind went numb, completely overtaken by the sensation and your hips began moving on their own, desperately meeting his ruthless assaults against them.

For a moment, he paused, savoring the way your body reacted to him before his hands moved to the back of your knees, lifting them to rest on his broad shoulders. The new angle had you gasping, the stretch so deep, so overwhelming, that it felt like he was splitting you in two.

Phillip didn’t hold back, he mounted you completely, his toned body towering over you as he began fucking you with a frantic, almost feral intensity.

The surface beneath you made a sound that resonated with you, a loud warning that it would break. You could feel yourself falling apart, every muscle in your body tightening as he pushed you further and further into a state of utter submission and humiliation in the filthy, cold cell.

"You're gonna carry me with you until your last fucking day." The Commander spat out with a sinister smirk, his hips snapping against yours with such precision that sent you over the edge, your body responding with a raw, uncontrollable spasm that made your vision white.

You were his, completely and utterly and there was no escaping the hold he had over you.

[the-kr8tor]

May I request an aquarium date with Hobie? thank you!

AHHHH aquarium date!! Thank you for requesting! ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF

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The aquarium stretches far and wide, brilliant blue flooding your vision, the water from above warbles the light bathing over you. A giant manta ray swims above, as if it flies overhead with its huge ‘wings’. You grab Hobie by his leather clad arm, pointing at the elegant fish.

“Look at that one! It's huge!”

“That's what she said—” Hobie clamps his mouth shut with the glare you're giving him. “I mean, he's a huge lad, love.” You smile sweetly, replacing your scowl. “Just like me, eh?” Shaking your head with a laugh, you thank the fact that you both decided to go during the weekday, when there's only a handful of people walking about. “What? It's true!” He leans towards your ear, blowing hot air to tease you further.

Instead of the annoyed reaction he expects, you quickly move your head to chase his lips. Kissing him quickly with a light smack from your lips. “Was your comment retaliation for the crocodile? I'm sorry that I pointed to that one crocodile and said that it was you.” You remember the amphibian with its spikes and slim scaly body, Hobie was properly amused but he hid his amusement with him threatening to push you towards the enclosure. (Which he would never do of course.)

He purses his lips, your cherry lip gloss still lingering on him, making his lips all sticky, yet he loves the taste of you. “Maybe I should keep makin’ comments like that,” draping his arm around your shoulders, he pulls you closer. “If my only punishment is getting your chapstick on me.”

You look at him through your eyelashes, the cool temperature of the aquarium makes your eyes dry, but it's all worth it when Hobie picks at the fallen lashes on your cold cheeks. The water above is reflected in your lovestruck eyes, he thinks he could drown in them. He chooses to drown in them.

“Are you gonna be like this until we reach the penguins?” You ask, pretending to be normal even with him looking at you like how a sailor looks at the vast ocean. With reverence and love for the deep depths that cradles them to sleep.

“‘m gonna be like this forever, love.”

You beam at him, under the sapphire shine of the water, you've never seen a much prettier sight than the one before you. He holds onto you like you're a fish out of water. You might as well be when your irises are blown out like sea shells.

Hobie sighs, not like a tired or exasperated sigh, but a longing sigh like he's only seeing you through a photograph. You loop your arms around the back of his neck to remind him you're real and you're standing right in front of him. You're definitely glad that you're the only people in the area right now.

“Good, I like you like this.”

“Flirty? Awfully in love with you?” His hands drop to your hip, warm palms holding you. You're glad that he is or you might've melted into a puddle, you'd get added to the exhibit that way.

“Nope, I mean, yeah, that's nice. I meant happy, I love it when you're happy.”

“Because you're happy, that's why. Can't have you bein’ the only happy one, eh?”

You giggle, nosing the tip of his nose. Hobie continues, before you could blatantly cause PDA. “You look like the blobfish we passed by.”

Your laugh echoes in the tunnel of marine life.

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

One of your boys

Heyy guyss, let me know if you get the song I used as inspiration for this (tease)reader x (needy)Lando and if you want to read more stories here's my masterlist :)

Lando’s POV

Everybody loves you, babe. You're funny, nice—so sweet it hurts. That’s all I can think about as I stand here in the VIP section, watching you from across the club. You're in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by your friends, laughing and moving like you're in your own world. God, I wish I was the only one who could see you like this. I bet nobody could love you the way I can.

I take another sip of my drink, my eyes locked on you. I can't stop staring. Then I hear Carlos beside me, breaking through my thoughts.

“You should talk to her, mate. If you wait too long, someone else will.”

Carlos's words hit hard. He’s right. If I keep standing here, hoping for something to happen, it’ll be too late. She could slip right through my fingers.

I put my glass down, the ice clinking as I set it on the table. This is it. No more waiting. I’m done watching you from afar. Tonight, I’m going to take my shot.

The music pulses through the floor, the bass thumping in your chest as you dance with your friends. The night feels like a blur of lights and movement, but even through the haze, you can feel it—Lando's eyes on you. It’s been like this all night, that intense gaze of his burning into your back.

But before you can turn to meet it, those eyes are replaced by a pair of familiar hands on your waist, pulling you closer as you keep moving to the rhythm.

“Haven’t you had enough of watching, Lan? Decided you wanted a taste?” you tease, still swaying to the music. You don’t need to see his face to know he’s smiling, but you can feel the way his grip tightens on your waist, holding you against him.

“Everybody wants you, baby," he murmurs against your ear, his voice low. "But I bet nobody wants you as bad as I do.” With that, he spins you around to face him, his eyes locked on yours, dark and full of something more than just desire.

You raise a brow, pulling him in closer as you drag your fingers up his chest. “And how are you gonna plead your case?” you ask, your lips grazing his neck as you speak, feeling his body tense under your touch.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes out, his hands tightening on your hips. “Say what you want, and I’ll keep it a secret. Or call me whenever you need me—I can be like one of your boys if you ever get desperate.”

You smile against his skin, enjoying the way he reacts to every teasing touch. But as the game between you two comes to an end, you finally pull back just enough to look into his eyes, your lips brushing his.

“And what if I want you to be my only boy, Lan?” you whisper, your breath mixing with his before closing the space between you, your lips finally crashing into his.

The moment her lips touch mine, everything else fades away. It's like the world goes silent, and the only thing I can hear is the rush of my heartbeat in my ears. She tastes just as sweet as she looks—like Malibu, sugary and smooth, with a bit of a kick that leaves me craving more. My hands slide up her back, pulling her even closer, and for a second, I feel like I could stay in this moment forever.

I kiss her back with everything I’ve got, like I’ve been waiting for this—hell, I have been waiting for this. Every stolen glance, every moment I caught myself staring at her when I shouldn’t have—it all led to this. And now that I finally have her in my arms, it feels even better than I imagined.

But just as quickly as it started, she pulls back, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I blink, trying to steady myself, still reeling from the taste of her on my lips. Then she smirks, that playful glint in her eyes that drives me crazy.

"Give me your phone," she says, holding her hand out.

I fumble for my phone, still dazed from the kiss, and hand it over without a second thought. She taps a few things on the screen before handing it back, her number saved, and next to it—my boy.

She looks up at me, eyes sparkling. "There. You're officially my boy now."

Before I can even process what’s happening, she gives me one last look, that smirk still tugging at her lips, and turns to leave. I just stand there, watching her walk away, my phone in hand, her number glowing on the screen like it’s a damn trophy.

I'm frozen in place, my mind spinning. Did that just happen? Did we just happen? My heart’s still racing, my lips still tingling, and all I can think is how I got so lucky tonight.

She’s mine now. She's got the key to my heart and I don't mind.

[youresodarkbabe]

curtains closed (a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: oral (m recieving), sub!al, reader gets called momma a lil bit (like once, maybe twice), somno, idk anymore help

word count: 1.2k

for @goblinontour my fav fetus al enjoyer !! also 2 blowjob fics in a row... something's wrong with me </3

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"i'll be a few hours, baby, 'm sorry."

alex sighed at the comment— he needed you now. you had left home at ten in the morning, while he was asleep, it was around half past twelve in the night now, he wasn't able to see you at all. he missed you, rightfully so.

"but i can't wait a few hours!" he whined, you had to stop yourself from laughing as you could hear the pout in his voice.

"i'm sure you can last, al, i have faith in you."

he, however, knew better than to trust himself.

as you spoke, he palmed himself through his sweatpants, finishing himself off in his fist after you hung up. he cleaned up after and tucked himself back into his boxers and went about his night as usual, turning on an old movie to fall asleep to, which is exactly what he did. you were enamored by the sight that greeted you when you walked into your shared bedroom, alex with one of his hands in his boxers and another in his shirt, he looked like he had been playing with his nipples— you found it cute. pathetic, yes, but torturously cute.

you'd fuck him right there if you could, it was a shame that he was asleep. all you wanted was his cock in your mouth, you craved it more than anything after such a strenuous day, and you were going to get it.

"alex, baby, 'm back." you murmur as you litter kisses all over his face and neck. he whines quietly and you feel yourself wanting him more by the second. your fingers graze against his soft cock in an attempt to wake him up, only leading to him whining again.

you nip at alex's neck as your hand slides under his shirt and finds his, replacing it and playing with his hard nipple, your kisses moving down his body. "c'mon, puppy, you said you were gonna wait up," you whisper against the skin of his lower stomach, the feeling of the trimmed hair rubbing against your nose somehow making you feel even more eager to take him down your throat. "but i'm tired, momma," his voice comes out hoarse and desperate as his back arches into you and your hands push his shirt up so you can maneuver it off of him, he helps as much as he can without drifting away from his sleep.

"d'you want me to help you feel good? 's that what you need, baby?"

he moans a soft 'yes, please' and you can't help but enjoy how his accent somehow grows stronger; partly due to his tiredness, also due to how badly he needed you.

and soon enough, he'd have what he wanted.

you slide his black boxers off and pry his hand away from his soft cock, you always loved when he was like this. he could wrap a bow around his soft cock and present it to you as a gift and you'd be grateful to him forever.

you kiss his cock softly, holding the base in your hand as you press your tongue flat against his tip, swirling it around as your hand starts to stroke him slowly, exposing the head which you take into your mouth and suck on, your eyes fluttering shut as you focus on every sound coming out of alex's mouth. one of his hands instinctively go to your head and weakly try pushing it further down, making you laugh around his cock, which sends vibrations all throughout his body, making him groan deeply, hips bucking into your mouth.

your eyes water slightly as you feel him harden in your mouth, stretching your lips and making them sting. still, you pushed through the pain and try taking as much of him down your throat as you can before pulling off and spreading all the precum that had been leaking from him all over his now half-hard cock. you kitten lick the tip again before going to lick a stripe up from the base til the tip, your tongue digging into the slit as you look up at him and see what you'd consider heaven— alex with his hair a spiky mess, lips rosy red and parted, repeating your name like a prayer, and his now half hooded eyes which showed his tiredness and his pure need. he was enjoying himself thoroughly and it boosted your ego immensely to know you gave him this much pleasure.

even in his sleep, alex was so responsive for you. every kiss, every touch, every stroke, every lick; you got a reaction out of him. whether it was his mouth falling open, his hips bucking or him moaning your name, a reaction was practically guaranteed with him. he was always so sensitive and at this point, he was used to expressing how you made him feel for you. you've turned it into a habit for him, one you've both grown to enjoy.

you leave kisses along his lower stomach as your hand strokes him, quickly moving up for a peck on the lips and then taking your time to make your way back down, practically running your face down his body and kissing as much of his neck and chest as you can, leaving marks wherever possible. by the time you're back at his cock, you decide you haven't played with him enough, so you massage the inside of his thigh with your free hand and quickly nip at the pale skin, making him yelp and his eyes flutter open as he looks down at you pleadingly.

your body settled between his thighs again, nails grazing along his skin as you finally take his cock into your mouth again. he was achingly hard for you, and so painfully close.

managing to get a hold of himself, he decides to look down at you, the second his gaze met yours, he couldn't hold back any longer.

still half asleep, alex was barely registering how loud he was as he came, filling your mouth up completely. his knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping onto the sheets and your hair, and you're positive you bruised his little waist with how hard you held onto it while trying to still him.

after swallowing as much as you could, you pull off, pressing a quick kiss to his inner thigh and get up, leaving the room to change and leaving alex alone with his desperate thoughts. you coming back wearing your (his) shirt didn't help either.

you get into bed with alex and hold him close. you two talk for a little while, you recount your day and he tells you about his and when the conversation dies out, you shut your eyes, expecting to go to sleep fairly quickly when you're disturbed by his timid voice.

"can i return the favour?", he asks as he kisses your neck softly, one of his hands slipping under the shirt to wrap around your lower back and pull you closer to him.

you contemplate this. you wouldn't mind letting him return the favour, but you were incredibly tired and craved rest.

"not right now, baby. but you can wake me up like that tomorrow if you'd like?"

alex was unable to go back to sleep for the rest of the night.

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[lohotine]

*falls through your celling again*

I know you already did jealous shadow milk BUT I OFFER YOU THIS

Yandere shadow milk pls

Could be just hcs or sthm idc I JUST LOVE TUMBLRS DIFFERENT TAKES ON IT HCJDHDJFHF

AN: Yanderes <3 and I think this is before he got sealed, but after the corruption. (ALSO MY CEILING! FIRST MY DOOR, NOW THIS-)

Also, I'm def gonna make another one of these yan fics, just wait guys ♡

Yan! Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader

Oneshot (headcanons below)

Warnings: possessiveness, Manipulation, guilt tripping, toxic relationship, mentions of murder

-Only Me-

If only you could rewind time.

Back to the time where your lover wasn't crazy. Where he didn't have this unquenchable bloodlust, and where he didn't obsess over you.

The attention was nice at first, but it's long since become suffocating.

When will he finally let you breathe again?

Probably never. You'll die before he does, so this is probably going to go on until the day of your death.

What'll happen when you die? How will he handle it?

He can barely handle you leaving him for over an hour. There's no way he can handle you leaving forever, and to a place that, for once in his life, is unreachable to him.

He may still be alive after that, but maybe he'll finally stop 'living'.

He'll just exist.

"Dove, I'm back!" Called out an enthusiastic voice.

It would seem that Shadow Milk Cookie has finally returned.

You used to rejoice to the sound of his voice.

Where has all of the joy gone?

"Welcome back," you responded.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and placed a palm on your cheek, gazing with admiration towards your features.

"Oh dove, you truely are the only good in this rotten world~" He left a kiss on your forehead before returning to admiring you silently.

It would have felt nice.

This should have felt nice.

But it didn't.

"Um, I've been thinking about something, actually.." You'd bring up nervously.

"Yes?"

"Do you think I can maybe... leave this tower? Only for a little while?"

...

A silence filled the room before Shadow Milk Cookie started to snicker.

"Oh doll, you can't be serious! Why would you ever want to leave this place?" He gave you a condescending smile, hoping to feign even the slightest bit of ignorance or innocence.

"I've just been here for a long time. That's all.." You'd say.

"Don't be silly~ If you leave, then the outside world will destroy your perfect, delicate self. And you know I can't have my dolls breaking." He just kept staring at you with that sweet, sweet smile.

"But-"

"Oh, I get it. You're just leaving because you've gotten bored of me. Is that it?" His smile faded and was replaced with an uncaring glare.

"That's not what I meant.."

"You're so selfish, you know? I give you a nice place away from all of the chaos to keep you safe, I'm constantly giving you my attention, and now you want to leave me." He let go of you and looked away, a scowl present on his face.

"I never said I wanted to leave you!"

"If you loved me, you'd stay here with me, and not put up a fight about wanting to leave."

So that's how it is...

Such a shame that he could get you to obey him so easily.

Leading you on with your own love.

"Sorry, I won't ask about it again..." you looked towards the ground, a guilt seeping into your heart, even though none of this was really your fault.

"Say you love me, and only me."

...

"I love only you."

He placed a finger under your chin and made you look up to him.

The smile he always held was back, as if it never disappeared in the first place.

"Yep! Only me!"

《☆》 Fin

Headcanons

Obsessed.

That's really the only word to describe him

Burns down towns and kills people 'in your name'.

You've hinted that you don't appreciate the actions

He never gets the hint, and if he does, he ignores them

Uses your love for him against you

Guilt trips you into agreeing with him a lot of the time

Has come home covered in blood numerous times

Acts like it's insignificant

Loves seeing you cry

He thinks it's cute, but he'll still 'comfort' you in way

Will wipe his bloodied hands on your face and whisk your tears away

Holds you close to him, even when he's the problem

Never gives you space

Sometimes you wish for the old him

You told him about it and he just laughed

Talks to everyone about you, but if they say your name, he kills them instantly

Thinks your name doesn't deserve to be spoken by people like them

If you ever died he'd probably lose it

You're his lifeline

It's... really not healthy.

[sodapopwrites]

a ballad of flame and shadow part nine

pairings - azriel x rhysands!sister reader

summary- the attack on veralris hits them hard, the journey to hybern hits them harder.

word count - 2.3k

a/n - i love when women murder. anyways bear with me guys. it's gonna get a little lighter soon. real soon. tomorrow even. this chick can't be guilty forever, especially when we know that love drives the acotar story forward.

read the rest of the series here!

They were walking the shoreline, supposedly on patrol, but she wasn’t really looking at anything but him. The salty sea breeze blowing his hair across his forehead. His eyes on alert, scanning their surroundings, because at least one of them had to be working. A smile played on her lips as she watched him. 

“Azriel?”

He cast her a sidelong glance and hummed his acknowledgment. She leaned towards him and took his hand in hers. His full attention turned to her now. She was blinking up at him, something in her eyes that he hadn’t seen in a while. She was happy. Amidst all of the chaos that was raging around them. All the looming threats. She let herself walk through the sand with him and she let herself enjoy it.

“When Amren cracks the book, and we deal with Hybern and the cauldron…I was thinking maybe…” 

Azriel felt it before he saw it. Something wrong. He took a step back from her. His shadows billowed around him, rushing up his arms, his neck, sliding over his ears. She watched the storm of whispers flow over his body, a knit in her brow, that happiness that had been gleaming in her eyes replaced by rampant concern. 

And then they saw it. A smear of black separated, fracturing into countless figures. Too big for birds. Far too big. And far too swift moving. The cloud of black cut through the sky right over them. Countless long limbed flying creatures. All holding soldiers in their arms. An invading host. Shooting right towards Velaris. 

She watched a blast of red shoot from somewhere in the streets, hitting the oncoming army with a wall. Cassian. They ripped through it like it was nothing. A second wall of red was raised, some of the army skirting around it and going to what they knew was the outskirts of the city. 

She was filled with sheer panic as she turned to him, his arm already outstretched to her. 

They didn’t say a word as he pulled her into his arms and shot into the sky, hurtling straight towards the fight, their blood boiling. 

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He slammed into the ground next to Cassian, she pulled out of his arms, taking one of the blades he had strapped to his body as she did. The three looked at each other for a brief moment before their eyes steeled and their jaws set. 

“Go.” 

It was all Azriel said to her before he and Cassian launched into the skies and she turned on her heel and ran into the city. 

FIND FEYRE 

Rhysand’s message was a fear filled shout through her mind. She was already on it. Slashing soldiers down one by one. A blow to the chest. A blow to the neck. One fell after the other as she raced through the streets. Trying desperately to reach Feyre Archeron. 

A thunderous boom rocked the city. Azriel and Cassian both in the skies, tearing down those winged creatures like they were nothing. Red and blue shields merged, sizzling, and slamming into the intruders in a rage of power. The two Illyrians fighting as one. 

And then she saw Rhysand rocketing through the skies, his eyes trained on the streets, desperately searching for his mate. He’d find her. She told herself as she abandoned her hunt for the girl. As she took on the hoards of soldiers ravaging the palaces. She didn’t let herself think as she killed. Not stopping for a second as she cut through the opposing force like it was butter. 

Amren held the other side of the city and she shot towards the silver eyed fae. They stood back to back. Rhysand’s sister abandoning her blade and opting to mirror the movements of Amren, who merely pointed her slender hands at the soldiers, who would fall, slam into the streets, and claw and shriek and choke. She let loose that power that Feyre had felt upon their meeting. That power that simmered under her skin. She let it loose. 

Blasts of crippling darkness, not shadow, not storm, but something dark and cold and angry as the coldest day of winter. Tendrils of that darkness consumed the oncoming enemy and devoured them whole. Leaving nothing left, but empty husks,  as it stormed past. 

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“Velaris is secure” Rhysand said, his voice tired and strained, “The wards the cauldron took out have been remade.” 

None of them had stopped to rest until now. They’d worked for hours patching up the city. Rhys leaned on the mantel in the sitting room. Feyre limp against Mor as they sat on the couch. Cassian sprawled in an armchair, face battered and healing. Amren, clothing torn, half asleep, leaning against Azriel on the couch across from Feyre. 

Azriel didn’t know where she was. He had watched as she ran from the city after the battle had ended and he knew. She was chasing any stragglers trying to escape. She never was one for survivors. In times like these, she was not one for mercy. Letting rage lead her instead. 

He continued to cast alarmed glances at Amren, even as his own wounds still bled, he couldn’t help but be spooked by Amren’s state. He wanted to get up, to chase after her, to help her hunt down the few Hybern survivors that had fled. But he didn’t. He didn’t dare disturb Amren’s rest. 

He listened as Cassian spoke of Hybern. As Amren blinked awake to volunteer to stay to protect the city. But all he could think about was where she was. Why wasn't she home yet? Worry flooding through him, over him, as his shadows curled tight around his body. 

“If Rhys must go to Hybern, then I am the only one of you who might hold the city until help arrives. Today was a surprise. A bad one. When you leave, we will be better prepared. The new wards we built today will not fall so easily.” 

Mor loosed a sigh, “So what do we do now?”

Amren simply said, “We sleep. We eat.” 

She finally entered the townhouse. Her hair matted with blood. She was covered in it. Impossible to tell whether it was hers or the soldiers she had slaughtered. The inner circle took in her appearance. Feyre looked like she’d seen a ghost. 

“I remember someone, who in her rage, tore down entire armies, alone, during the war.” 

Azriel took her in. Every blood soaked inch of her. She hadn’t looked like this since the first war with Hybern ended. Hadn’t had that look in her eye since that raging battle. That far away, death hungry, vengeful look. It was like she couldn’t see any of them. She just stood, slightly out of breath. Drops of red dripping from her onto Rhys’s carpet. He watched the stain set in and gave her a look. But she didn’t notice. She slowly took in her friends, exhausted and spread around the room. She locked eyes with Azriel and that tired but blazing fury faded from her eyes. 

“And then we retaliate” Her voice was raw with the aftermath of battle rage. 

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She didn’t speak as Azriel pushed her towards the bathtub. Didn’t speak as he ran a washcloth over her skin, washing away the dark red ichor and revealing her smooth skin, unmarred. He closed his eyes in relief. None of it her own blood save for a couple small cuts that were already healing. He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling tha tangles loose. She didn’t say a word. Her mind far away. He could feel the horror wrapping itself around her bones. He could feel her trying to push it down. What she had been before. What she had let herself turn into to protect her home…her family. 

He put two fingers under her chin and slowly raised her head. A small trickle of blood made its way from her wet hair, down her forehead, and across her face. She winced at the feeling of it. He dipped his hand in the water and brushed the bloody trail away. 

“Beautiful” 

It was the faintest whisper. 

Tears lined her waterline. Threatening to spill out, “Is the blood still there?” 

He shook his head and held her face in both hands. She whispered once more, “I can still feel it.” 

He tilted his head at her as she laid her hand over the center of her chest. 

“It’s like it’s pooling right here.” 

He pulled her out of the water, “Come on. You need sleep before tomorrow.” 

She nodded slowly. Done talking for tonight. She let him take her to bed. Let him hold her until she eased her way into sleep. 

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Cassian and Azriel handled the guards. She and Mor stayed with Feyre. Flanking the girl. She let herself go ahead of Mor and Feyre as they began to descend that dark stairwell Feyre had pointed them towards. She went with Cassian and Azriel, through the door first. 

The three stood in the round chamber. She drifted closer to Azriel. Cassian let out a low whistle. In the center of the room, atop a small dais, sat the cauldron. 

It all happened too fast. 

She couldn’t hear whatever it was that Feyre heard. Didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late. Until Feyre had started to collapse. Until Azriel had lunged for her, pulling her away from the dias. Until the footsteps were paired with Jurain. 

They were too late. 

Rhysand was there in a second, hiding the book. 

She couldn’t leave. She couldn’t get any of them out. Couldn’t get the cauldron out. They were all bound by some sort of spell. Something wicked. Something she could feel in her blood. She was too far from him. Too far from Azriel, only a couple feet away, but too far. 

She couldn’t make it to him in time. Couldn’t use her body as a shield. Couldn’t take the arrow that now pierced his chest. But she could feel it like it was her own wound. Like the blood spilling from Azriel was her own. She froze completely. That golden thread snapping. Finally, Everything he could feel was echoing through her. His eyes snapped open directly to hers. Holding onto that bond with everything he had. Holding onto that bond for dear life. 

She couldn’t hear anything but the deafening ringing in her ears. She wondered if he could hear anything. If he even knew what was happening. The arrow in his chest. He had slumped back against Cassian and Rhys. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t register anything. All she could think was, don’t leave me. Not like this. Not now. We have to have time. Please. I love you. I love you. I love you. And she tried her best, to think it loud enough for him to hear. Somehow. 

She didn’t know if he could hear it. Didn’t know if that bond. That golden thread could wind itself through his pain. Through the cloud around his mind. Through everything to find him at death's doorstep. But she prayed he could hear her. 

She was the first thing Lucien saw when he walked in. He couldn’t rip his eyes from her. The arrow in azriel’s chest, the way she clutched at her own as if she was the one who had been shot. It was like she didn’t even see him walk in. Didn’t even register the betrayal that now raged around the room. 

It wasn’t until the power exploded through the hall that she managed to come to. But she was too slow. Too distracted to protect anyone. And it was Cassian who twisted his entire body, wings flaring wide, to shield her and Azriel from the hit. From the hideous blinding white storm of power. 

It was Cassian’s scream that made her blood go cold. It was the most horrific sound she’d ever heard. Blood pooled around her, Cassian’s, Azriel’s, her own? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. She wished it was her own. The blood at the corner of Azriel’s lips. The blood in his mouth. She wished it was hers. She wished it had been her. 

Lucien watched her still. Even as Feyre’s sisters were dragged to the cauldron. He watched her grasp Azriel like he was the only thing in the world. Like she couldn’t bear to be separated from him. 

She knew she should care. Knew that she should be more shocked at Tamlin and Lucien’s betrayal. She knew she should care about Feyre’s sisters going into the cauldron against her will. But none of it mattered anymore. Nothing mattered. Not as her mate. Her mate. Was losing so much blood. Not when she had wasted hundreds of years refusing to let that bond snap into place. Wasted so many years just to have him a breath away from death, right as she finally gave in. Her mate. 

“She’s my mate” 

Lucien’s words hit her like a swift punch to the gut. Cutting the ringing in her ears. She turned around almost horrified and looked at him. He was staring at Elain. Not daring to step towards her or away from her. Just staring at the sodden girl on the floor. 

His eyes met hers. Briefly. He looked between her and Azriel’s limp form. Guilt washing over his features. Lucien realized then, what he possibly had already known. It was always Azriel. He was her mate.  

Feyre’s blinding light sent another jolt of horror through her, she once again moved to shield Azriel. But it wasn’t an attack, it was a sacrifice. One she shouldn’t have let Feyre make. But there was nothing she could do. There was never anything she could do. 

Rhysand had gone under the mountain. 

Lucien had been forced to live under a curse. 

Azriel had been shot through the chest with a poisoned arrow. 

Feyre had resigned herself to returning to Spring Court. To save her sisters. To save all of them. 

And there was nothing she could do. She never seemed to be able to do anything except drown in the aftermath. 

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Following this post ( X )

(1) Let him bite your neck (+++Pain | +++Love | +Lust) (2) Let him bite your thighs (++Pain | ++Love | +++Lust) (3) Say you changed your mind (Impossible)

(1) Kylar moves to undo the first few buttons of your shirt, completely exposing your neck, shoulders, and part of your chest. His eyes have a soft red tint to them as he seems to bore holes through yours, but you can't stop looking at them regardless. "T-this might hurt a little," he warns, his mouth salivating at even the mere thought of sinking his teeth into you, "but I'm gonna make you mine. Forever..." In an instant he sinks his fangs into he side of your neck where your pulse is strongest, gripping your shoulder and caressing the side of your face. Pain courses through your body as your try to refrain from pushing him away. Instead, you opt to grip at his hair and his shirt. He shudders and moans as you feel him start to suck the blood from your wound, licking and kissing your neck between gulps to try comforting you.

(2) "Y-your thighs? Oh god..." Kylar's eyes almost roll back in ecstasy as his cheeks flush at the thought. He pushes you back and lowers himself to your skirt/pants, ripping and tearing them away with excitement. Those were expensive, you might just make him buy you a replacement or two after he's done. He rubs his cheek against your thigh and grips your legs to hold them still, running his tongue along your skin and blowing cool air causing you to shiver. "You're so cute and soft, you smell so nice... I bet you are delicious..." With that, he sinks his fangs into your inner thigh. It stings and it is uncomfortable, but you think your neck being bitten would have hurt more. He starts biting at your thighs to create several puncture wounds, letting you bleed just to lap up the blood trail a moment later. You jolt as he starts to bite closer to your crotch, placing his hands over previous wounds to stop you from bleeding profusely. His mouth and cheeks are covered with your blood yet he seems to look at your with hearts in his eyes. Although you start to feel lightheaded, you feel happy to give him such a filling meal.

(3) His expression changes upon you expressing your reconsideration; his eyes start to glow a deeper red and he starts to look even more crazed than he already was. "W-what do you mean you changed your mind? You... you can't do that, you already offered yourself to me. I have permission from you now, that's how it works." He grips your shoulders and digs his nails into your skin as if to keep you from escaping. Is that what you want to do? Escape from him? You were so willing just a moment ago. "I... I can convince you! You can trust me, you will trust me." He forces you to look at his eyes. He is breathing heavily and almost crying. You feel your thoughts start to slip away...

...You can trust Kylar.

You will trust Kylar.

[innocent-artery]

Trial and Error (Part Two)

1.4k words

Summary: Your boyfriend Eddie has recently learned that you’ve been faking orgasms. He makes it his mission to make sure you don’t have to.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Eddie Munson x reader

For the sake of avoiding spoilers, extensive warnings will not be given. This story includes sexually explicit material, reader discretion advised.

Part One - Part Two

While reading, I recommend listening to dancin' 'round the kitchen in the refridgerator light, a spotify playlist by me!

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"You do realize that messing with me keeps me here longer, right?"

"I do know that." Eddie sighed, resting his chin on your shoulder to watch you brush your teeth in the mirror.

This wasn't the first time you slept over at Eddie's, even before you two started dating he used to call you over to smoke when Wayne was on the night shift.

But it was the first time you slept over since having sex with him. Since that night Eddie had made many valiant attempts since then to make you cum, but in the end he usually needed your help. He'd reminded you several times that he was perfectly okay with that. Progress is progress, you supposed.

"Whaddaya thinkin' about?" Eddie's voice snapped your attention back to reality.

You hummed. "Nuffeen," you garbled, spitting out your toothpaste foam.

"Oh, I'm sure not nothing." Eddie mused, brushing your hair out of your face.

"Mm. Well, I guess you'll just have to be left wondering then." You giggled, dodging past him to skip to his room.

"Wha-hey!" Eddie barked out a laugh, chasing after you. He just managed to get hold of your wrist before you launched onto his bed, consequently pulling him with you. His arms caught himself, but not before his torso landed on your back, knocking an 'oomph' and all the air in your lungs out of you.

"Eddie!" You exclaimed, wiggling under him to no avail.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you, effectively trapping you. "Nope. You're stuck. I guess you have to stay with me forever."

"I was gonna do that anyways, idiot, but I can't do that if I get crushed." You retorted. Eddie stilled over you, laughs subsiding into stunned silence.

"You were?" Eddie's voice was devoid of humor.

"Yup." You gasped. Eddie let out a soft oh, getting up off of you and sitting crisscross-applesauce in front of you. You mimicked his seating.

Eddie was smiling now, almost in disbelief. It saddened you, the look in his eyes.

"Forever?"

"Forever and ever, Eddie." You cupped his face, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

Eddie's fingertips ghosted over your wrists, body barely able to focus on any other sensation but your lips on his, so full of love and adoration it made him want to melt.

"I love you," Eddie breathed, kissing back gently.

"I love you too," you smiled, running your hands down to his chest.

"C'mere," Eddie murmured, tugging you onto his lap. As gently as he could, he laid you down on your back, with your legs already hooked around his waist like a koala.

Eddie began peppering kisses over your face, tickling you with his hair and his eyelashes. His fingers grazed over your sides delicately, sending electric sparks licking up and down your body. Your arms reached to circle around his neck, holding him close as his lips pressed sweet loving touches into your skin, warming your bones.

"I love you," Eddie sighed between kisses, "so much," his hands swooped over your hips, "so so much."

Any sweet response you would have given was replaced with a soft gasp as Eddie's mouth traveled lower, crawling down your figure as he went.

By the time his face was level with the ache between your thighs, your shirt had been discarded and he was tugging down your shorts and underwear in one go. Your hand was loosely threaded in his hair, shifting when he looked up at you with a glint in his eyes.

"May I?" Eddie asked, rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. You nodded, head falling back and eyes falling shut at the sensation of his kisses, calming and tantalizing at the same time.

Eddie's lips press a firm, slow kiss to the spot right above your clit, which has your hips rising up into his touch. He hums against the spot, hands pressing on your lower stomach to coax your hips back down onto the mattress.

In a matter of minutes, Eddie is pulling sweet sounds from you, soft breaths turned into small moans that grew louder and more desperate and strained as he continued. He was quite literally making out with your lips, alternating between teasing around your hole with his tongue and sucking your clit, laving his tongue over every bit of skin he could reach.

His keen ears are dutiful in seeing what movements make you get louder, watching when your brows furrow in pleasure, feeling for what makes your leg twitch.

"Yeah? Y'like that?" He hummed, and this time around you knew he wasn't saying it rhetorically, he was subtly searching for feedback.

"Yes, yes Eddie, so much," you sighed. "Need your fingers, please,"

"Yeah? Y'want my fingers honey?" Eddie brought a hand down under his chin, circling your entrance, gathering slick on his hand. You arched into his touch, letting out a sound nearly pornographic when his finger sunk into you, massaging you with a beckoning motion.

A second finger joined the first, sending inexplicable pleasure through your body.

"Good, doing so good baby," Eddie's voice was muffled, but it rang in your ears nonetheless.

But you couldn't help the fear creeping up your neck that the pleasure wasn't building. You tried to push it to the back of your mind but as the minutes passed your theory was confirmed.

You hated that there was a lump forming in your throat. You hated that there were tears pricking in your eyes.

You absolutely despised that the next moan out of you sounded more like a sob than anything.

Eddie seemed to notice, doing a double take in his surprise. He withdrew his fingers from you to let you sit up, coming up to cup your face instead. "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay."

You sunk into his embrace, his hand petting over your hair while you sniffled. It didn't escalate into real crying, but you needed a minute to let the tension in your chest loosen.

"It's okay, honey, it's okay." Eddie hushed, rubbing up and down your back. He rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs when you pulled your face out of the crook of his neck. "Do you want to stop for tonight?"

You shook your head. "I don't know if I can get there tonight, though."

Eddie gave you a soft smile. "That's okay." A stiffness in your shoulders that you didn't know you had relaxed at the simple words. "I still want to make you feel good."

You nodded, and Eddie placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose. "We can stop or do something else whenever you want sweet, just say the word."

You hummed, nodding.

"Good. Lie back for me?" Eddie didn't start crawling down until you did, not wanting to be further away from you than he could help.

His lips were more tender and sweet, if that was even possible, against your clit, fingertip tracing around your fluttering hole.

Eddie's soft praises and hums against your clit as he worked back up to two fingers flooded your brain, sending waves of warmth and pleasure and love over you.

Something about this was calmer, more content than before. You weren't afraid of not being able to orgasm, neither needing to. Just bathing the feeling Eddie was giving you without expectation or needing it to become anything, it just was. Enjoying the pleasure and love for what it was.

Your heart swelled and sighed at the thought. You hummed, watching Eddie contently, threading your hand through his hair again.

Your brows furrowed when a foreign sensation bubbled in your gut, and fire seemed to prick at the surface of your clit.

“Eddie- fuck, ohmygod-” you could barely choke out the words before heat spilled over and washed over you, covering you head to toe in ecstasy that made you cry out in bliss.

Eddie’s lips curled up into an awestruck smirk at your frantic breaths, then returned quickly to his ministrations, coaxing you through your high.

“Eds, fuck, too much-” you tugged his head away once your pleasure subsided to jolts.

“Mmm… tastes too good…” Eddie mumbled fondly, but his licks slowed. His head lay on your thigh, looking up at you with dreamy eyes.

“Feel good?” He smiled. You nodded. Perhaps his smile was contagious, perhaps you were overcome with joy already. It was probably both.

“Good.” Eddie hummed, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

“You look pretty proud, Munson.” You mused.

“That I am.” Eddie placed a firm kiss to your knee. “Might’ve just found a new addiction.”

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[hwanchaesong]

━⁠☞🍽️ Third Course: Sweet sweet dreams are made either to be the motivation to success or the cause of a shattered heart that makes you bleed until you're blue. 🥢

🎧: Olivia Rodrigo - Driver's License

wc: 813

genre & warnings: angst, lovers to exes, fluff on the flashbacks, cursing, heartbreak, implied cheating, etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The Sour Restaurant series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

"One day, we'll travel the world together and we'll stay with each other forever!"

You can't help but laugh mockingly at the memory now that you're driving around town in your newly bought car.

It was stupid, you think, but so are you when you chose not to eat at the local restaurant that you and Yunho frequently went to back when you two were still together.

You'd rather starve to death than be in places where his shadow looms over your sanity.

But come to think of it, even if he hasn't touched your vehicle, somehow, it still reminds you of him.

Who knew that trust and love, the two beautiful pillars of a relationship, could be so haunted and frightening once they were broken beyond repair.

"Y/N, stop crying over him." your friend, Karina, sighs in discontentment at your neverending drama over your ex.

She continues rubbing your back in a comforting manner, continuing her little motivational speech, "Believe me when I say that he's not worth it. There is someone out there that can love you as much as you love them."

"B-but.." you sniffle, knowing that she is right but you are in your in-denial stage, and you are unstoppable when it comes to delusions, "it's different. He's different!"

You chuckle at your foolish, younger self. Truly, he is different because he gave you a new kind of trauma that you'll probably carry for the rest of your life.

You stop at a red light, and an all too familiar sensation of dread and longing fills your body.

You remembered how you two would sing your hearts out to Ed Sheeran's love songs during your spontaneous late night drives. Gossiping on the trunk of his car while you eat take-outs. Laughing at the compulsory dad jokes competition when the traffic is so heavy you have no choice but to entertain yourselves. Writing your initials together on the dusty surface of his white car.

You shook your head, god, when are you gonna move on?

You can be in-denial all you want, but you can never deny the effect he has on you. Still, you have to strengthen yourself because you will inevitably see him in the reunion you're about to attend.

And that is not long for now because when you pull up and park in the hotel, a place where your former uni classmates decided to hold the reunion, the familiar white car flashes bright in your peripheral.

You exited the car and examined the building, not too shabby. As you were about to enter the hotel, a voice out of nowhere jumpscared you.

"You know how to drive now?"

You turn around, meeting the guy that you have been reminiscing about a while ago.

"I do," you smile, trying hard to hide your ascending bitterness, "got my license a few weeks ago."

He returns the smile, his eyes flicking awkwardly, "Congratulations.. and it's nice seeing you again, Y/N."

"You too, Yunho. How's life?" you asked, making small talk to be polite.

"It has been good so far." he answered, scratching the back of his neck, like he's contemplating something. Then, when he opens his mouth to speak, he halts when a girl clings to his arm.

The girl that easily replaced you. Oh, how much it repulses you to see them still together after what they have done.

Good to know that they are living guilt-free and happy, huh.

"Yunho! I'm done freshening up. Let's go." she says, her high-pitched voice annoys you. The cute way she's talking sounded forced and it almost made you cringe.

If Yunho was awkward before, he's now terrible. He struggles for a while, so you decided to help him out.

"Is she your girlfriend?" you inquired, the other female acknowledging your presence when Yunho nodded and introduced the two of you.

"Ah yeah. Y/N, this is Yeri, my partner. And Yeri, this is Y/N, my.." he trails off, and you grab his girlfriend's outstretched arms for a handshake.

"I'm his old friend." you smile, throwing a fleeting but knowing glance in Yunho's direction before bidding them a quick goodbye.

You don't think you'll last a few more seconds of alone time with them. It makes you feel like you're a ticking time bomb.

"Well then, I shall excuse myself and go. I'll see you two in there." you waved them a hand, hastily removing yourself in such a trifling scene, not giving them a chance to reply.

Not having the opportunity to catch Yunho's longing gaze on you.

Surely, you still love him, but you are tired of the bluish sentiments you're harboring. Maybe in another life, you'll be able to fulfill your promises to each other.

But for now, whenever you're in your car, imagining yourself driving back to him is more than enough for you.

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[moonlightdreamzz]

kill bill

part one

you return back to korea one year after you and hyunjin broke up, only to find out he has replaced you. how could he replace you?

→ g: all of it. the pain, the sexy, the happiness. angstsmutfluff! <3

🎧 ➤ kill bill by sza

warning! you’re a heartbroken bitter ex girlfriend here, although for a valid reason. party environment! mentions of (w**d) and alcohol, language, and infidelity!

I'm so mature, I'm so mature

I'm so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men

I don't want none, I just want you

If I can't have you, no one should

it felt so, so good to scream these lyrics from the pit of your stomach. you imagine anyone that could hear you and felix passionately singing alongside sza had many questions, the first being; who hurt you? but, as always neither of you care in this moment. the two of you have finally finished cleaning up the dorm in preparation for changbin’s surprise birthday party; the only thing left to do now was decorate and get ready.

you have no idea where the rest of the members are, but who are you to ask questions? knowing your friend, he didn’t trust them to get the job done in time. they could be so damn silly sometimes, taking forever to do the simplest tasks. it was adorable watching their sad attempts to hold all their jokes and playful tendencies within. they failed every time.

felix, who is clearly exhausted from your early morning grind can’t help but to back into the wall and slide down to the wooden floors. he takes a deep breath before blowing upwards, causing the hair covering his forehead to lift ever so slightly.

“someone’s tired.” you chuckle, deciding to lay on the couch over the cold wood. you are so tempted to beg felix for a quick nap, but you know he’s gonna ridicule you for it if you do—in a friendly way of course. he has been talking about this party and how perfect it has to be for what felt like forever. you know deep down his real reasoning for being so prompt was because of who’s birthday it is.

“how can I truly be tired though, y/n?” his aussie accent is thick as he confesses his shame to you, “you came all the way here, landed early as hell in the morning with jet lag, and here you are cleaning with me. i need to get up.” just like that, felix has risen again and stretches his arms out before moving to start taking the decorations out the box.

he was always too hard on himself. “lix,” you coo, walking towards him and placing your hand on his shoulder gently, “getting rest is vital. even if for thirty minutes, why don’t you relax for a little bit? at least close your eyes?”

you can tell he’s considering it by the way his eyes look straight ahead into nothingness, but just as quick as the thought comes, it goes. he inhales deeply before continuing to take things from the huge brown box.

“i promise I’ll rest after this is all over. i just…i don’t want anything to mess up on my end.”

so, they really were all the same huh? those words trigger what feels like a thousand memories into your mind— all of someone you know you will have to see tonight. you were certain he has spoken that exact sentence to you on multiple occasions when you expressed how worried you were about his physical and mental health. you still have no idea what you’re going to say when the two of you eventually bump into each-other at this party.

you’re fidgeting now, and felix’s heart feels as if it wants to jump out of him for the day, but not because he was in love with you or anything. no, felix was incredibly guilty. he knows you’re thinking about his bandmate. you were always so…dazed when he was on your mind.

all day there has been this weird silence in the air between you and felix, which was abnormal to say the least. before you moved back home, you were two peas in a pod. your conversations could last for hours if you let it. all of the boys, but especially felix told you that they loved how free they felt around you. they loved how normal they felt in your presence. you didn’t know why it was such a bad thing, but apparently it was a sin here to have some fun.

the minutes keep passing by and felix has yet to utter a word to you. have things really changed this drastically since you left? was he angry at you for leaving? did you not check up on him enough?

“felix i—

“hyunjin has a new girlfriend!” he spits out as if there was a pistol on his scalp. the balloon he was blowing up flies from the machine, squealing as it tries to find a place to land. if there was a metaphor to describe what those words just did to you, it was that. you felt like a lifeless balloon. the tension in the room is so thick you feel like your throat is about to start closing on you.

your clear vision is now red, so much so, that you were certain your tears would be the same color if you weren’t fighting for your life to hold them in your tear ducts. you hate that even after a year, exactly a year by the way, that he still has so much control over your emotions.

“who?” are the only words you can manage.

felix thought that confessing to you would make him feel better, but as he watches you clearly refraining yourself from having a mental breakdown, he feels a thousand times worse. maybe he should have listened to changbin and chris when they told him to just let you see it. no—he was right. if you were going to hate him, he would rather you be able to say he warned you instead of you finding out from seeing hyunjin waltz in here with his new woman.

“some girl. she’s not famous, and I have no idea where he met her. i’m sorry, y/n. i know you’ve been going to therapy and everything and I just—I never wanted to trigger you. it’s still not an excuse I just—

“lix,” you finally breathe after what felt like days, even though it had only been a minute or two. “i’m not angry with you. how could I be?”

“because i’m your friend.”

“you’re his friend too.” is all you can muster. you know a look of defeat was prominent on your features, but you can’t fake it right now. it wasn’t worth it. you’re trying to push it down, but the rage is burning in the pit of your stomach. you looked so sane to the naked eye. upset? sure. pissed? maybe? but you were way more than those two emotions. you were heartbroken and livid all over again; a woman scorned. all you can hear in your mind right now is the last thing hyunjin uttered to you.

i will never be able to replace you. i need you to breathe. i love you. i’m so sorry. i’m sorry I failed you when I promised I never would.

you heard it in your dreams and nightmares what felt like every night. his voice cracked so clearly on the phone that night. he usually tried to be tough for you, pretending as if nothing could get to him, but not this time. he was so hysterical.

you believed him. you didn’t want to, but he was sobbing. or maybe your ego was big as fuck, and the thought of hyunjin unable to move on from you fed into your fantasy of him suffering without you. you hated that you felt this way, but it doesn’t matter now. it was all a lie.

“y/n.” you hear felix trying to snap you back to reality.

there’s a million things you want to say. you want to see her. you want to ask felix if hyunjin is as happy as he was with you. but you figure you’d save those questions for when he had to see you tonight. if he moved on genuinely, fine. but he was going to have to say it to your face.

“I’m cool.” you smile as if you hadn’t heard the news. you begin ripping the plastic off the decorations you assumed went on the wall based on their shape. you can feel felix’s doe eyes burn holes into you, but you learned a long time ago how to ignore that.

“you sure?” he questions in disbelief.

“positive. i just needed a minute to digest it. I’m good.”

the song you and felix had been shouting the lyrics to has replayed, neither you or Felix knowing the lyrics sza was singing beautifully would foreshadow what was to come later tonight.

I did it all for love

I did all of this on no drugs

I did all of this sober

Don't you know I did it all for us?

fit pics; a necessity when going to any function, but especially when you want your ex to feel sick to their stomach.

yes, you are that girl that makes your friends take your pictures over and over again—hating them all. no, you are not ashamed. this was jisung’s fifth round of taking pics of you, and you are trying so hard to hold in your laughter at his frustration. he’s looking at you, and you know he hasn’t blinked or breathed—already knowing that you’re going to tell him you don’t like the twenty new pictures he’s placed in your camera roll.

“if you don’t like these, i don’t know what to tell you. you look mad good. stop acting like that.”

“you’re lucky I’m pleased.” you smirk, pushing him playfully, “this is the least you can do for the many years you’ve spent trolling my ass, or have you forgotten?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he smirks back. his eyes attempt prove his innocence, but they fail and he can’t help but to push you back to play it off.

the music can be heard from outside of the dorms, and you have no idea how they are pulling this off tonight, but you never ask questions; you simply follow suit. you didn’t intend on missing the surprise, but jisung called you frantically saying that he was going to be late and that he would owe you if you pulled up alongside him. truth be told, you pretended that you were fine with being late because you loved him oh-so much, but in reality you wanted to make an entrance.

you wanted hyunijn to pace back and forth as his new girl got ready—heart practically beating out of his chest at the thought of having to see you. you knew he would arrive in preparation to say surprise! to his bandmate, subtly searching for you everywhere. obviously, you aren’t there, but he won’t know whether you are just in the bathroom, late, or not coming at all.

the time will continue to pass—but still no sign of you. his girl is there, so he won’t express his interest about your whereabouts out loud, but he will text felix wondering where you are. she’s coming, is all felix is going to respond, already receiving the text from you that you were running late to ride with jisung, but not wanting to spill your beans to your ex, regardless of the fact that he was hyunjin’s friend too.

you know his anxiety is going up and down right now. he’s probably not paying ole’ girl any attention because hyunjin knows. he fucking knows that any second now you will walk into that dorm and he’ll have to recall his last words to you. he’ll also have to see how damn fine you look tonight from head to toe. he’ll think of every single late night he tried to replace your body, but couldn’t. you love changbin so much, but he was crazier than you when it came to his lovers. he will understand. you also know he’s probably ten shots in by now, so if he was upset with you, the alcohol had drowned it away.

“come on.” jisung instructs. you’re surprised he’s not snapping in your face like everyone else does when you daze out. it had rained earlier, so the weather is perfect—not cold, but not hot. you and hyunjin love this kind of weather. if the two of you were still together, you’d probably be outside whispering sweet nothings to each-other while smoking a blunt and embracing the relaxing breeze that blew through the city.

you follow your friend, taking his hand that was extended out to you. he knows you too well. your anxiety was beginning to build up from the pit of your stomach. it always makes you feel sick and dizzy and you want to turn around and run off, but you can’t. your feet have began to hurt too—your boots although fashionable, never being the move when you were going to be standing for a long time.

“these are some of the trainees that’ll be in the next group.” jisung spills as you approach the entrance. you can’t tell whether they want to be here or not, but you can’t lie, this is adorable.

they greet the both of you respectfully—you, only because you were with their hyung, and the two of you step in promptly. immediately the smell of marijuana clouds your senses, and you can’t help but let out a cough. the music was so loud that you know you will likely have a headache in the morning, but it was worth it. there are people everywhere and they’re all doing the same thing; smoking, taking shots, and trying to find their person for the night.

“look who it is, finally.” a drunk changbin stumbles your way, immediately embracing you and picking you up. he reeks of everything in this room, including women, but you expect nothing less from the man of the hour. he looks nice—a typical all black fit from him. he continues to slur things to you that you can’t understand, but you know it’s something along the lines of “i’m so happy to see you.” and “don’t think you’re running from these shots.”

jisung doesn’t understand what he’s saying either, and the two of you make eye contact before he pats changbin’s back to put you back down in the ground.

“happy birthday!” the two of you yell in unison. ah, you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. he was always so sweet to you, and in this moment as you and jisung congratulate him on another year of life, you heart is warm seeing the genuine smile on his face.

“thank you, love.” he slurs once more. “you know, you were always my favorite. my favorite girlfriend that is. smart, gorgeous, and actually fun.” the music seems as if it’s gotten even louder, but you hear him loud and clear.

now you’re the one smiling. “thank you. i got you a lot of gifts, but the rest of them I need you to open sober. here’s one you can have now.” you see jisung’s panic as you hand his bandmate a little bottle of hennessy. you know the second either you two walk away or changbin does, that he’s going to cuss you out for not telling him you brought a gift. “from me and jisung.” you add with a potent smirk on your face. you see him exhale beside you, and here you are again holding in your damn laugh.

“now y/n…you know you have to take a shot with me, right? thank…thank you.” all of a sudden there’s a hand on changbin’s shoulder, and she’s pulling him back towards where the bedrooms are. you make your false promises knowing he won’t even remember you’re here soon.

“you owe me two, han jisung.” you twirl to face him now.

“yeah, whatever. look, as always I’ll look out for you, but I can’t lie it’s time for me to put some shots in my body and find me something to lick on…for later.”

“ew! you’re like…fifteen.”

“i’m literally twenty-two?” he blinks repeatedly.

“whatever. i’m going to the bathroom.”

and you’re off. you see a couple of familiar faces on what should be a short journey to the restroom, but isn’t due to how crowded the this place is. your heart is racing, fearing that you’ll say excuse me to someone, and they’ll turn around just for it to be hyunjin. you planned this out so well in your head, just to be shaking in your boots now…literally. your feet hurt even more then they did ten minutes ago.

you finally make it to the restroom after what feels like forever. you’re afraid to even go in there, terrified about who you may see partaking in adults activities and not wanting to argue with someone who was hogging the room just because they hate parties. you hate those kind of people.

you knock—nothing. you knock again—nothing. you can barely stand now because you genuinely have to pee, and maybe there is someone in there, and they are responding— you just can’t hear them, but fuck it. you open the door quickly, closing it just as fast so a creep doesn’t try to slide in here with you. you’re about to run to the toilet when you notice someone very familiar sitting on the floor with his face buried in his hands. no fucking way. no way.

he looks up at you, his eyes irritated at first from being intruded on. he probably did say someone was in here. but the second he sees you, his eyes widen. it’s as if he’s seen a ghost.

“y/n…y/n?”

you haven’t heard him say your name in a year. you haven’t heard his voice. you don’t know how you’re still standing considering the fact that you’re having a stare down with the love of your life. you know your eyes are softening as you continue to make eye contact with him. he’s still so…beautiful. how was it possible that he has become even more attractive, even with his eyes slightly red. had he been crying?

snap out of it, y/n!

just as quick as all of the memories begin to run through your head, you turn the movie off, pulling down your shorts and panties. “move, hyunjin.” is all you say, quickly sitting down on the toilet and emptying your bladder. he scoots ever so slightly, eyes still burning holes into you even as you pee loudly and your eyes look straight forward now.

this isn’t happening right now, is it?

authors note: part two coming soon…🤝🏽 I wanted to make this one big story but I said … that’s going to take too long to finish hehe. i hope you guys liked this.

© 2023 moonlightdreamzz. no one has permission to steal my work in any way, shape, or form.

[the-winter-spider]

My Forever pt 2 | S. Harrington

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Angst, maybe swearing?

A/N: Not proof read or edited.

Masterlist

Part One

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“She ran?”

“Yeah, she looked out of it. I know she and Eddie smoke weed, but this wasn’t like that…” Max trailed off, she was finding it hard to describe what she saw.

“Wait, wait. Y/N and Eddie?” Dustin stood up, moving in front of Max.

“Out of everything I just said, that’s what concerns you? Really, Dustin?” Max rolled her eyes.

He paused. “It’s just Eddie’s one of my best friends, and he’s never talked about her before.”

Max shrugged. “They’re always sitting together, smoking weed at midnight at the bench by our trailers.”

“Why is she at the trailer park at midnight?”

“Because she lives there? What's with the 20 questions? She’s your friend too! Shouldn’t you know all this, especially with Steve’s obsession with her?”

Dustin shrugged. “They don’t talk anymore. Something happened.” He grabbed his backpack. “She’s a touchy subject for him.”

Max stood up. “Where are we going?”

“To Family Video”

—

“Holy shit” Robin’s eyes widened at the sight on the TV

“We have a situation” Dustin’s voice boomed as he pushed open the front door to Family Video, Max trailing behind him

“A bigger situation than a Hawkins teen getting murdered” Robin pointed towards the TV

Max and Dustin gave each other a knowing look

“What? What was the look for?” Steve questioned

“It's about that”

“What did you do?” Robin moved towards the counter

“Tell them, i'm going to set up shop”

And she did, she told them about Eddie arriving with Chrissy instead of his usual routine of smoking weed with y/n, Steve's eyes widened at that, and his heart almost beat out of his chest when she told him about y/n once again just running away, that wasnt like you. You were never run to one away from anything let alone someone you loved and he knew you loved Max.

“Why was she in the trailer park?” Robins eyebrows furrowed

Max rolled her eyes “You guys are shitty friends, she lives there, right beside Eddie”

“Max” Dustin warned

“How could you guys not know that, especially you” Her eyes darted to Steve “Aren't you two like in love” her hands placed on her hips

“Okay enough of that, Y/n doesn’t talk to us anymore, after Starcourt she just went a-whol” Robin groaned “You think she had something to do with this?”

“Absolutely not” Steve was quick to come to your defence

“We can't rule it out Steve, she's not the same y/n she was last year”

Max shook her head “She wasn't with Eddie when he left, he wouldn’t have left her behind if she was, they're like this” Max crossed her fingers.

Steve felt his heart break, knowing you replaced him with Eddie before the two of you even got a chance, like he meant nothing to you.

“She went up to the trailer after he left, she almost fell down his steps and she just collapsed to the ground. When I went outside to check on her she looked like she was going to say something but i'll never forget the look in her eyes… she was scared, like terrified and she just shook her head and ran”

“I think if we can find Eddie we can find…”

The bell above the door jingled, cutting Dustin off, all eyes darted to the door. The last person any of them expected walked through.

You

–

You felt like you were being chased. Something was following you, stalking you but you couldn't see it, it wasn't here, in your world. It was creeping up on you from the upside down. You didn't know how but you knew at this point anything was possible.

But you wanted to doubt it, you didn't wanna believe it because then that means Hopper died for nothing, Billy sacrificed himself for nothing. Because the gate had to be closed, right? That didn't mean that the upside down still wasn't there though, you knew it was always gonna be there lurking beneath, within Hawkins.

You didn't know what to do. Didn't know where to go, you most certainly were under no circumstances going back to the trailer park, it was daytime now, it had to be early afternoon that place surely would be crawling with cops by now, you spent all night hiding out at Skull Rock, part of you hoping for some reason hoped Steve would show up that he would sense you were here and he would come be your night and shining armour.

That you would feel his arms wrap around you, it would feel like a home you could have had, one you almost did but you set it on fire before it finished being built. You shook your head because it was for the best, you never deserved him.

But you wanted to find Eddie, you needed to because he would do the same for you. You knew one place he would be but half way there you could feel it.

Sense it, whatever it was, the hairs on your neck stood up and then you picked up the pace, each leaf crumbling under your heavy steps, each twig snapping making you hug yourself tighter till, your foot got caught on a log sending you tumbling down a hill.

Your clothes were ripped and torn, a throbbing coming from your head no doubt bleeding from a rock on the way down. You groaned standing up but when you did, everything was different. It was dark when mere seconds ago the spring sun was shining above you.

“Wha..” you mumbled to yourself, spinning in circles “No no no…”

“Y/N”

You turned around finding the voice, something was lurking in the distance, you backed into a tree, your body was shaking, squeezing your eyes shut.

“It's almost time, almost time to join me, join us”

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, keeping your hands flat against the tree to steady yourself, you waited.

And waited for something, anything to happen and when whatever you were anticipating never came you opened your eyes and you were back.

You didn't waste a second before running to the one place you knew you could find help.

Family Video

—

The bell above the door jingled as you burst into Family Video. Everyone turned to face you, their expressions a mix of surprise and concern.

“Y/n?” Robin’s voice was gentle, her eyes filled with worry.

You looked past everyone, your eyes staring right into Robins, you were out of breath, panting your voice barley above a whisper “Did you mean it? W-what you said earlier?”

Robin frantically shook her head up and down “Yes of course, were always going to be here for you, trauma bond and all” She gave you a soft smile

If Steve thought his heart was beating hard before he was in for a reality check because all he could hear was the thumping of his heart.

You nodded frantically, looking over your shoulder. Steve watched your hand shakily wipe away the stray tears rolling down your face “Okay”

“Okay” Robin nodded

“Y/n?” You jumped at the sound of Max's voice coming from beside you, almost taking down the shelf of VHS beside you.

“Woah hey” Steve finally stepped forward “You’re okay, okay?”

When your eyes met his, it was like he was falling in love with you all over again but at the same time he wasn't sure how much more his heart could take seeing you like this. He swore he would always protect you and he wasn't going to fail you this time.

“Okay” You nodded, your lip trembling. You didn't believe him, you somehow knew it wasn't going to work out this time, not for you at least but you were going to do everything in your power to make sure it did for him.

“You wanna tell us what happened?” Robin asked gently

“We should get her cleaned up first” Max added, all of them really taking in your appearance. Your hair was messy like it hadnt been brushed in 48 hours, you had a rip at your shoulder, your pants had holes in both knees, blood seeping through, a cut on your cheek, accompanied by dark circles under your eyes and eyes that looked like they saw something no one ever should.

Steve didn’t hesitate flipping the sign from ‘open’ to ‘close’ grabbing his keys, opening the door “My house, lets go” He spoke to everyone.

—

Steve pushed the front door open, ushering everybody in, motioning for y/n to go in first, walking closely at her heels, afraid she would suddenly run off, something he seemed to expect from her at this point.

Everyone took a seat in various places around the living room whilst Steve took your hand in his leading you up the stairs and into his bathroom. He ushered you to sit on the closed toilet seat as he searched in cupboards and drawers for any medical supplies, when he found the rubbing alcohol he walked over to you, kneeling on the floor at your feet. Your leg was bouncing up and down as you mindlessly picked the skin at your nails.

“Hey” Steve spoke softly, placing his hand cautiously on your knee to stop the bouncing, your eyes zeroed in on him “I need you to stay still okay?”

You nodded, trying to steady your breathing. Steve gently took your hand in his, pulling it away from your nails.

“This might sting a bit,” he warned, pouring a small amount of rubbing alcohol onto a cotton pad. He dabbed it on the cuts and scrapes on your arms, his touch gentle yet firm. You winced, but stayed still, focusing on his steady presence.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Steve asked, his voice low and calming.

You took a deep breath, your voice shaky. “It’s… it’s hard to explain. Something was chasing me, but I couldn’t see it. It felt like it was coming from the Upside Down.”

Steve’s hand paused for a moment before he continued cleaning your wounds. “The Upside Down? Are you sure?”

You nodded frantically. “I don’t know how, but I know it’s there. It’s like… like the gate never really closed. It’s still lurking, and I could feel it.” Tears welled up in your eyes. “I don’t know what to do, Steve.”

Steve’s heart ached seeing you so scared. He finished bandaging your arm and stood up, pulling you into a tight embrace. “We’ll figure it out. You’re not alone in this. We’ll find Eddie and get to the bottom of this, okay?”

You nodded against his chest, the warmth of his embrace providing a small comfort amidst the fear and confusion. For the first time in what felt like ages, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, things could get better.

—

Steve's house was quiet as everyone settled in. You sat on the couch, a blanket wrapped around you, trying to steady your trembling hands. The warmth of the blanket and the familiar surroundings brought a small measure of comfort, but your mind was still racing.

Robin handed you a cup of water, her eyes full of concern. "Take your time, Y/n. We're here."

You took a deep breath, the cold cup of water, soothing your dry throat “I... I think the gate might be open again," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "Something's wrong. I can feel it. I saw it."

Dustin's eyes widened. "Are you sure? I mean, it could be PTSD or something."

You shook your head. "No, Dustin. I know it sounds crazy, but I was in the Upside Down for a moment. I saw it, felt it."

Steve sat down beside you, his hand gently squeezing yours. "We believe you, Y/n. We just need to figure out what to do next."

Max looked thoughtful. "If the gate is open, we need to find Eddie. He might know something.” She paused “I told you whatever he was running from, scared the living shit out of him”

Dustin nodded. "Yeah, and we need to get the gang back together. We can't handle this alone."

Robin glanced at Steve. "You think we should call Nancy and Lucas?"

Steve nodded, walking towards his phone.

Dustin piped up "We should try Will too”

—

By evening, everyone had gathered at Steve's house. Nancy and Lucas had joined everyone. The living room was packed, the air heavy with a sense of urgency.

Nancy was the first to speak. "Okay, let's lay out what we know. Y/n thinks the gate might be open again. We need to confirm that and find Eddie."

Steve nodded. "We need to be careful. If the gate is open, who knows what might come through this time."

Nancy looked at you, her eyes kind but serious. "Y/n, can you show us where you were when you felt the Upside Down?"

You nodded, feeling a surge of determination. "Yes, I can. It was near Skull Rock."

Steve stood up, his expression resolute. "Then that's where we start. Let's move."

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d5 a9 for yj core four please?

“Help me,” Tim instructs, beckoning Cassie over to the mats, then amends–“Actually, no, help Kon. Keep his knees up for me. Maybe sit on his face, give him something to do with himself.” 

“Fuck,” Kon mutters, his face blazingly red. Cassie's too busy trying to reboot her brain to really say anything herself. 

“Mrgh,” is about the best she manages. 

“Can't he just, like, fly them up or whatever? TTK ‘em?” Bart asks, peering curiously over Tim's shoulder and down at Kon's already-spread thighs where he's laid out in front of the two of them, suit stripped off but still in his boots and gloves and jacket and all his belts and straps. That was also Tim's idea, along with what he wants Cassie to “help” Kon keep his knees up for. 

“I don't really think he's going to have the concentration,” Tim replies simply, and picks up the shiny, polished metal plug he has very clear intentions for. It's . . . not small. That's just how Cassie's gonna describe it right now. 

“Ohmygod,” Kon mumbles, and half-lifts his hands like he's about to cover his furiously blushing face. Cassie does have her Robin-issued orders, though, and they all agreed Tim was gonna be the one facilitating the scene tonight, so she moves forward to straddle it before he can. Kon makes a fervently appreciative but also fervently strangled noise and grabs onto her thighs instead. 

She leans forward down his body and grabs his thighs, hooking her hands behind his knees to pull them up as she settles herself down cunt-to-mouth with him. She’s the obvious choice to do this, given their comparative strength levels and the fact Tim and Bart literally couldn’t keep Kon from accidentally jerking out of their respective grips, but something about pulling a guy’s legs up for something like this is, well . . . 

Listen, Cassie is very much a person who considers literally any form of gender-based power plays to be ridiculous bullshit, but she isn’t gonna pretend she doesn’t have any thoughts about that kind of thing in the bedroom, alright? Or–well, training room, today, but that’s besides the point here. 

She is not immune to the effects of being the one making a man built like a brick factory spread his legs for the express purpose of taking a very, very big toy, that’s all. 

“Does it vibrate or anything?” she asks a little breathlessly as she glances down at the plug Tim’s still idly turning in his hand, because Kon's already kissing her cunt wet and eager and digging his fingers into her thighs. 

He is also, maybe, not immune to this situation. 

So that’s a thought to be thinking, definitely.

“What's it matter?” Bart asks, and taps the base of the plug with buzzing fingers and a smug grin. “I do.” 

“I don't really think standard human-oriented vibrators would keep up with a Kryptonian libido as well as a speedster could,” Tim muses conversationally, and Kon groans against Cassie’s lips and then licks in deep between them. She huffs, and rolls her hips a little; grinds down just a bit tighter against his mouth. “And Bart doesn't run out of batteries as easy as those do either.” 

“. . . so does that mean I get to prep him?” Bart asks speculatively, his eyes gleaming at the idea, and Kon chokes on another rough little groan. Cassie hisses through her teeth and reflexively tugs his knees up higher, pulling his thighs farther apart as she does to give Tim and Bart both an unobstructed view of and unobstructed access to everything Kon's got. 

“Sure, if you want,” Tim says mildly. “I just want to see how long he can wear it before he starts begging for Cassie to give him the strap again. That was fun to watch last time. Definitely worth having to replace the bed.” 

Cassie glances down at the plug again and bites her lip, but . . . 

“None of mine are anywhere near that big,” she reminds him, and Tim smiles back at her. 

“Actually you've got a bigger one now,” he informs her casually. “Took forever to get enough promethium for it, but it's definitely not human-oriented.” 

“Oh my god,” Kon groans again, the words muffled into Cassie's cunt while she's too busy burning alive to figure out any coherent words of her own. A shudder goes up his thighs under her hands, and her first instinct is to dig her fingers in and make him spread them even wider, enough that he definitely feels the stretch.

Kon whines.

“Oh,” Cassie croaks, and feels her cunt drip into his mouth.

“Grifing hell,” Bart mutters feelingly as he snatches up the lube with already-buzzing fingers and pops the lid too fast to track. Tim's eyes gleam as bright as the polished metal of the plug he's holding, or maybe as bright as that metal will gleam once it's all slicked-up and ready to make Kon beg for her to fuck him.

Or maybe as bright as promethium slicked up just the same way.

Probably none of them are immune to this situation, yeah, Cassie reflects, and exhales a little rougher.

"Color?" Tim checks reflexively, glancing down between Kon's trembling, held-open thighs with an appreciative heat in the back of his eyes, and Cassie doesn't know if a single one of them has ever said "green" so fast in their lives.