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literature moodboards: tiny pretty things duology by sona charaipotra & dhonielle clayton
âI don't care about being happy. Only about being the best.â Â
#really hope tumblr doesnt screw up this format im trying something new#and trying to get back into making moodboards#booksreadmoodboards#tiny pretty things#shiny broken pieces#lindsaysmoodboards#i dont really know who or what to tag lol pls let me know!#usercossette#storyseekers#litedit#yalitedit#bookedit#novelsnet#fictionnet#usercaitlyn#chaptersnet#literatureedit
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February JOMP Day 5 - Pink Books đ
#justonemorepage#jompbpc#books#booklr#pink book covers#pink books#the princess diaries#meg cabot#the sleeping beauty#mercedes lackey#shiny broken pieces#sona charaipotra#dhonielle clayton#you wish#mandy hubbard#kisses and croissants#anne-sophie jouhanneau#mammoth#jill baguchinsky#ya books#book photography#book photo challenge#moondustbooks
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Happy birthday to me. 𼳠Yesterday was my birthday so I went out for a bit after work. Today I have been busy packing and preparing for a trip. I'm traveling today and I'm currently waiting for the first one of my two flights to board at Berlin airport.
#books#booklr#bookblogger#book photography#ya books#traveling reader#pastel books#ya contemporary#books about dance#girls who read#smart girls read#meet the reader#shiny broken pieces#tiny pretty things#birthday vibes
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mai and maple fit perfectly into a human mermaid au the way that maple is kind yet completely unattainable (she isn't supposed to be in your world)
#but she wants to be#she wants to hear about your day your week your friends your business your friends your happy experiences and your sad ones#she wants to see this new shiny perspective#and who is mai to deny her that#but at the end of the day#shes just a broken piece of metal#well fish !#i also enjoy safanaple#its a different flavor#like thats mint chip and this is chocoallte cookie dough#this wasa in drafts
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I spy the glass, the tooth, the stone, The poem, the wallet, the hooks, the bone, The razor of course to help him shave, What else can we find today? I spy the frame of gold, Black goat horns shiny and cold, Ten coins, the squid, the song, the facet, But where's the gun? He must've lost it⌠I spy eight eels, and six ducks afloat, A hand extended, a hand at throat, The wicked smile, the broken machine, The tendrils, the river, the man in between
Click keep reading for closeups and progress pictures
This piece is inspired by the album cover art of 0 by arai tasuku, illustrated by C7(HIROKO SHIINA) @c7-shiina, shown below
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TW: yandere, domestic violence, abuse, suicidal ideations, suicide attempts, accidental murder, death
gn reader
You should have never fallen in love with someone so brash, but you like seeing the good in people much to the abuse of your own. Still, rough around the edges as he was, youâd never thought heâd become such a monster.
The first time he slapped you, you were so shocked youâd ended up the one who apologizedâall the way convinced you must have deserved it. And ever since then, youâve only accumulated more bruises in areas you canât explain.
Youâre in the bathroom now. The doorâs locked, but you donât think itâll keep him out for long.
âOpen the door, babeâI didnât mean it.â
You donât even know if he has himself convinced of that or if heâs just saying it to soothe you. Either way, it doesnât change the fact that your wrist and rib are broken. Youâre so terrified you think you might end up dying from the fear alone, sitting in the bathtub just waiting for the inevitable.
You donât have a phoneâit was taken when an old boyfriend had texted. Youâd share his from then on, he saidâbetter that way so he can keep track of you. Itâs strange, but somehow, you believed it was rather romantic.Â
You were going to leave this time. It would be so simple. He was at work, and youâd just leave everything and walk right out the door. But there was an incident at the office which made him come home early only to catch you red-handed heading out the door you know youâre not supposed to open without him.
Youâd been so panicked youâd tried runningâbut there was really no chance. His arms caught you hard, and the floor he threw you back on met you even harderâhence the snapped bones.
Still, youâd managed to scramble to the bathroom with just enough time to lock it behind you.
And now you were left all out of options.
âOpen the door, weâll talk. Maybe I misunderstood.â His voice had calmed down now. Heâd been at it for a whileâhe sounded more airy, teetering on frantic, and it only served to scare you even more. âI know it can get pretty cramped in âere all alone. Maybe you were just getting some fresh air, is all?â He left the question a couple of seconds worth of breath before sending his fist into the door. âCome on, answer me!â
You were sobbing. He might actually kill you this time. God knows youâve thought he would other times with both his hands wrapped tight around your throat, stringing you up, making you lose voice for days.
You thought about itâthe razor blades in the drawer. It seemed like the only option left. Better you than him, right? Heâd make it painful. Or worse, he might not go through with it at all, and youâd be stuck living with him forever.
That really did seem worse than death, you thought, sitting on the floor while holding the shiny metal piece to your wrist. Which way was best to cut again? Right. Itâll be quick, and then itâll be over.
You donât even hear the door breaking down before heâs on you. You donât even realize youâve cut before you see the red. You donât even know whose blood it is before he gags on itâbefore it splutters from his mouth upon your face and the slice on his neck splits upon and gushes out like a waterfall all over your clothes.
He drops to the floor with a heavy thud a moment later.
The blood is so warm you donât even understand how heâs dead.
You even think about stopping the bleeding for a moment, but then it suddenly settles. And then along, shortly after, the understanding that youâd killed him.
The razor hits the bloody tiles with no soundâitâs all so thick it splats before sinking, disappearing slowly. You swallow once, but youâre throat is all but dry. Even the tears had stopped in the shock.
You spot the phone on the floor, having slid from his pocketâmoments away from drowning in the blood that seems to just continue seeping and spreading forever. Something within you grabs it before it can.
âNine-one-one. What is your emergency?â
âHi! Uhm⌠Iâve just killed my boyfriend.â
⥠BNHA â Bakugou, Kirishima, Dabi, Hawks, Enji, Aizawa ⥠JJK â Sukuna, Naoya, Toji ⥠DS â Akaza, Inosuke, Sanemi
âĄÂ FEM x M INSERT masterlist âĄÂ GN x M INSERT masterlist
#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere smut#yancore#smut#yandere my hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia#boku no hero academia smut#mha smut#yandere mha#yandere bnha#my hero smut#my hero academia smut#bnha smut#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#yandere boyfriend
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where is the satosugu merman au? đ
â.ŕłŕż*:シ GLOWING â.ŕłŕż*:シ
Merman Gojo! x Merman Geto x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Size difference + hermaphrodite!Satoru/Suguru: meaning they have a âvagina and a cockâ + Virgin!SatoSugu + Lots of plot holes tbh + Fem!Reader + smut + dom!reader + blood + typos and not proofread
Notes: tell me I cooked cmon now, I realize that this might not be some of you guys cup of tea and thatâs perfectly okay!, yk I feel like my works could be way better if I had a proofreader Iâll look for one soon, enjoy! I LOST THE LAST PART SO I CHANGED IT
Merman Gojo and Geto who were swimming dangerously close to the shore, they know they arenât allowed that close but their curiosity was killing them, theyâve found this little area that humans arenât aware of yet so they decide this is the place they decide is theirs, itâs a nice rock with some land behind it, the small piece of land is hidden behind the thick trees, they come to lay against the rock and enjoy its warm surface, and itâs a nice place to get away from everyone to enjoy the company of each other.
Merman Gojo and Geto who come to their place again and are met with a little human on their rock (you are small compared to them). Youâre huddled up in a ball facing away from them, to be honest this is their first time seeing one up so close, gojo looks at geto mentally talking about what their next move should be, it should be to go back as to not be seen but their curiosity is killing them once again, so they take a risk and slowly approach the rock.
You whip your head around to the sloshing of the water and find nothing, but something out of the corner of your eye has you looking down and finding two men looking up at you with two big eyes. Youâre very startled of course you are, you center yourself on the rock away from them. They havenât said anything which freaks you out even more and looking at them more closely you realize theyâre extremely pretty but also a little weird? Itâs their ears, theyâre flared like? Like something out of a book. You should be screaming and running away but something in you makes you grab a little broken piece of rock, and throw it at the white haired one.
âOw?!?â The snow haired one is quick the grab the place where the rock landed and soothe it, his forehead. The black haired one hisses at you and turns his attention towards his partner, also attempting to soothe him.
Ahâsorry, but you had it coming you startled meâ
They both look up at you, glares decorating their faces, but they also look offended at the mere audacity of your words and tone. You pick up another little rock and hold it in a way like you're gonna throw it, you aren't but right now you prefer to be left alone, seeing no need to converse with whatever they are. They both swim back a little and through the water you get a glimpse of their bodies. A mermaid?
Before you get the chance to see if your eyes are deceiving you they turn tail and swim deep underwater, the shininess of their tails slowly disappearing in the dark depths of the water.
The next day you're in their spot again, aren't humans supposed to be afraid of what they can't understand? So why are you here even after seeing them, Suguru had even hissed at you: that usually works against the smaller merman's and mermaids to get them to behave or go away. Such a small thing like yourself had managed to make them run away and they weren't okay with that. You even had the audacity to throw something at him? Who the hell did you think you were? Yaga has told them countless times that humans were selfish beings who constantly take and never give back. That they should stay as far away as possible but they find themselves a little curious about you in particular, they could literally kill you and leave no evidence behind should you provoke them further.
It was just going to be Satoru today, Suguru has decided he wanted nothing to do with you and insisted Sator to stay away as well, lest something bad happens to him, He had assured him that he was strong and could definitely fight if need be. Suguru thought about your build for a moment, you didn't look very fast so he trusted Satoru's word.
They both approach the rock slowly, sharp fingers gripping the boulder gently.
"It's you two again." You look visibly displeased, you make a shooing motion with your hand hoping they'll leave.
"This was our place first by the way, until you you came here, pesky little human" the black haired one says with so much spite in his voice it could kill, as well as his dark glare. "Well you weren't here to claim it when I was so...." "Not how it works" the white haired one exclaims in a matter of fact type tone.
"mmm... how about we share?" You offer and continue: "we could do like days, a type of schedule." "We don't want to share with the likes of you" it's the black haired one again.
You roll your eyes and continue to pick at the rock below your feet. Satoru stares at your face and body, his hand unconsciously makes its way towards your leg, you're quick to jump back further upon the rock. Weird, his hand felt weird around your leg.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm Satoru and this is Suguru"
These encounters happen even more, Satoru and Suguru find themselves in your company everyday, they find your quick and bold personality to be interesting.
Youâve allowed them to get closer to you on the boulder, youâd even let Satoru touch your thigh, he did go the whole nine yards and grab the fat in his hands. The entire time there was an unexplained look in his eyes, something dark. Suguru still hasnât touched you yet simply because heâs still a little bit wary, you didnât hold it against him and offered that whenever he wants he could, he seemed content with that.
It was just another day of relaxing in the sun and enjoying the sounds of the waves whooshing, creating a nice atmosphere.
âWould you try getting in the water with us?â You expected to be answering Satoru but to your surprise it was Suguru who was asking, his purple golden eyes staring up at you with that same weird expression Satoru possesses when he stares at you.
âIâm not properly dressed to swimâ you answer, you turn your attention back to Satoru whoâs absolutely reveling in how your soft hands are scratching his head, you think you can hear purring coming from him.
âJust swim without theseâ Suguru says while pulling at your shorts.
âI canât exactly be nude around⌠well menâ
âWhy not? Ugh you humans and your weird customsâ
âSânot weird Suguruâ you continue and tilt your head thinking for a minute: âI could swim in my bra and underwearâ
âWhatâs that?â Suguru deadpans
You giggle, of course they wouldnât know theyâre practically nude themselves.
âIt wouldnât hurt to paddle around for a little.â You get up off the boulder, with protests from Satoru for you to keep rubbing his head and walk off somewhere they canât see you undress yourself. You come back shortly to the two adult men looking like puppies as they take in what you look like without that huge shirt you frequent. You sit on the boulder near the edge and dip your feet in: itâs warm.
Satoru is quick to grab at your waist and guide you into the water, he still holds even when youâre in the water. This feels weird and through the water you can see their pretty blue tail and purple tail, theyâre really shiny. You get to look at them even closer, what the hell are they using on their face to make it so clear, they look like models, theyâd make a fortune should they ever decide to walk on land.
Satoru pulls you to his torso and deeply inhales how you smell.
âAll humans smell like this?â He asks and you shake your head, âwe all have our own unique smell, some worse than othersâ Suguru leans in to also sniff at you, them being this close makes your stomach twist but not in fear, itâs something primal. You shift yourself out of Satoruâs grip and float freely on ur own.
âWhat are the females like, the mermaids?â
âMmm⌠theyâre pretty nice, though they tend to avoid us, as in us I mean Satoruâ Suguru answers while side eyeing Satoru who rolls his eyes.
âLet me guess itâs because of his obnoxious personality?â You also spare a glance at Satoru who in turn huffs.
âTheyâre boring, too plain for someone like meâ He puffs out his chest in an annoying manner. âRighttttâ
âAnd plus I have Suguru, Iâve no need for other companions!â Satoruâs huffs out with the brightest smile on his face and hugs him tightly, itâs hard for you to hold back the little giggle in your throat at just how much he adores him.
Satoru and Suguru have been once again getting curious about you, more curious than usual. Theyâve been asking questions about everyday human life, how you guys swim but donât have webbed feet like most sea animals, they ask about the food and youâve brought them plenty of treats, Satoru enjoys the sweet things a little too much and Suguru enjoys salty savory things.
Theyâve been touchy too, when youâve had enough of the water and want a quick break, theyâre quick to start feeling up your legs, Satoru had gone up sliding his fingers to up your thighs and without thinking he slips his finger in-between, he just barely grazed your pussy but just before he could go further you snap up and grab his wrist.
They both stop their ministrations to stare up at your face.
âNot so uhm- close Toru.ââ
âWhy? What is it? Did I hurt you?â He tenses up a little in your hold, his facial expression visibly distressed and youâre quick to shake your head aggressively.
You donât know how to explain it, they both are grown men but youâre not sure if their species has sex, well clearly since theyâre both here, they have to be reproducing somehow. But also they could be doing it in a different way, youâve read all sorts of books on the different ways animals conceive to continue their lineage.
Youâll be blunt, and if theyâre confused you can throughly explain it.
âItâs like, a sexual organ?â Gross, saying that out loud makes your body feel like itâs on fire.
Suguru is the first the burst out laughing, basically doubled over.
Satoru follows right after, tears in his eyes from just that statement alone, so they do know what it is just not on humans.
âWe know what it is, we just didnât know you humans had them as well or rather we donât go into depth about what we haveâ Suguru explains after his laughing fit while Satoru nods along.
âSo what do you guys have?â You question with a quirk of your eyebrow
Satoruâs long fingers grab and guide you back into the water.
âYou really wanna see?â The devilish smirk on his face means heâs up to no good.
âWhy do I have to see when you can just explain it?â
âItâs hard, we might use different words than you do, as well as a different languageâ Suguru quirks up, youâre a bit taken aback heâs not hitting satoru and telling him to quit teasing you.
You nod so easily, you feel a bit clouded and your cheeks feel warm. Satoruâs sharp fingers grab your wrist and guides it to the front of his tail, he lets you feel around until you discover a slit, you flit one finger inside and Satoru jumps a little, his grip on your wrist tightening down hard. It feels like you? Exactly how youâd feel when your knuckles deep in your cunt. You decide to test if itâs true, you start really slow when youâre pumping your fingers in and slightly out, he brings you into naked chest, completely smooshing your head and smothering you.
Heâs shaking and whining but itâs barely audible, youâre truly so lost as the only thing you focus on is the movement of your digits, youâd think the way him and Suguru are so close theyâd have done this before, they really do seem romantically involved but maybe you were wrong. He was just so cocky a moment ago perhaps it was a rouse to get you to touch him?
Youâre a little ticked, they think youâre dumb, think you donât know theyâve just been wanting to get touched. You wrap one of your arms around Satoruâs waist bringing his bottom even closer to you. You angle your arm downwards to find a spot, if you have a spot inside of you that pushes you over surely heâll have one too. You canât see from your position but Satorus lip is bitten red from trying to stifle the moans that are now slipping out.
His nails dig deep into your arm as a wanton moan comes from the deepest part of his throat, you press inside again and get the same reaction but a little more lewd. From then on you keep doing that over and over, and heâs a fucking mess, heâs whimpering about how weird this feels and he feels something coming.
Satoru has pleasured himself plenty of times but when he decides in this moment when itâs done by someone else it feels so much better, so much more pleasurable. Heâs so worked up and youâre so focused you donât notice how his cock has slipped out of the other slit, any attempt for you to touch that too dies on his tongue instantly.
Suguru is staring with need and a red flushed face, his body aches as he stares at Satoruâs expressions, youâre making him feel so good that he wants the same treatment.
Of course you havenât forgot about poor Suguru, his long black hair cascading around his body as he avoids eye contact like the plague. You beckon him over when you manage to pull away from Satoru just a little. He listens well just like a puppy, you guide him behind you and take his much larger hand and press it to your underwear, motioning for him to pull them off. He does with a little bit of struggle successfully get them off.
You decide you donât want prep, just want to hurry up so the poor man doesnât feel left out. Suguru understands a little bit and takes his cock out, you once again guide him to your hole. He groans as he pushes inside, easily able to. Itâs hot and he can feel you already squeezing down on him. He stills for a moment and buries his head in the crook of your neck. He canât will himself to go as fast as he wants, just like Satoru he masterbaits his fair share but it takes him a while to actually cum, but right now he can already feel that familiar feeling in his gut.
Youâve stopped your ministrations on Satoru and he doesnât like that one bit, he leans down a little and playfully takes the fat of your cheek in his mouth and lightly bites down, itâs a cute gesture of his jealousy.
You start up fingering him again, he sees that you arenât going to pay attention to his cock so he begins stroking himself in tune with your fingers, and fuck heâs so close.
âMmnh.. feelsâ so good..â he sobs out the electrical thums through his body bit by bit, until his stomach contracts abruptly and heâs cumming in his hand and tightening around yours You slide your fingers out of his slit while he rests against you open mouthed panting.
You let Suguru continue to fuck into you, whilst heâs clawing and gripping deep marks into your skin. He shakes and shakes, his cock has never felt this good, is this what all humans feel like? Or just you specifically.
âMâ gonna cum, so badlyâŚâ âneed to need to..â he repeats the mantra. He bites down on your skin, breaking the barrier just a little, revealing a little bit of blood that he laps up quickly, Satoru leans down to also taste the blood, pink tongues taking turns cleaning the wound.
It handnât occurred to you that maybe little Suguru cum inside of you wasnât a good idea. So you slowly push his cock backwards a bit and he whimpers so adorably, about to protest you start stroking him, quickly too. Heâs cumming with a choke of air.
Your head starts to clear and you realize what you had just done, basically took oneâs virginity and fingered the other one to completion, they both came but the point still stands! Youâre quick to pull yourself up onto the rock, disturbing the two males who were basking in their afterglow and cuddling deep into your skin. They look confused as to why you got out, and panty-less: you leave for a moment to retrieve your shorts and shirt from on the beach and come back to them.
âYouâre leaving?â Satoru questions quietly, you feel an arrow going right through your heart when you look at his sullen face, both of their sullen faces, clearly pouting and not wanting to let you go.
âNo Satoru, itâs just getting a little late so Iâm gonna head back home.â You wave giving them a soft smile and walk back the way you came, you donât dare look back because you can feel their stares.
You do eventually come back a week later, youâve been attempting to get your thoughts and mind to work functionally.
Satoru and Suguru arenât there like they usually would be, you still hop up on the rock hoping theyâd come, you can wait for a little.
They do eventually show up, tufts of White and black hair peek out, you can see the gleam in their eyes when they land on you.
âFinally, finallyâ Satoru exclaims while swimming towards you and immediately attempts reaching to grab that sweet snack he loves.
Suguru pulls him back and whispers something in his ear, Satoru pulls back away from you and glares daggers at you.
âYou left us.â Suguru speaks up.
âI know, Iâm extremely sorry, I brought snacks?â A nervous smile appears on your face as you hold up both their favorite treats.
âTreats? Do we look like pets thatâll bend over and accept that terrible apology?â
Satoru is halfway on the rock as you feed him to sweet treats, his cheeks becoming chubby as he hums in content. Damn bastard suguru thinks to himself.
You rub and ruffle Satoruâs hair as he preens and purrs at the affection: heâs so damn cute.
âCmonnn Suguru.. you know you want it.â You emphasize by shaking the food. âI donât want it.â He deadpans.
âPerhaps you want another treat?â You tug your pants and panties down as they watch entranced and already wanting.
Satoru quickly grabs a hold of your thighs, you place your hand ontop of his âNot yet Toruâ he huffs in displeasure which makes you giggle lightly.
âIâll let Suguru go first k?â Satoru nods but he clearly isnât pleased heâd even share eating you out with suguru if it means heâll get to taste you. Suguru begrudgingly swims towards you and pulls you closer towards his mouth, he isnât showing it but heâs already growing hard.
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brotherâs best mate | draco malfoy
pairings - draco malfoy/readerâs | brotherâs best friend!au |
sypnosis : when your older brother's best friend finds out about your date with Diggoryâhe decides to give you a piece of his mind.
word count : 3.4k
warnings: smut, established siblings, weed, choking, pet names, minor girl fight, size kink, not proofread so sorry
authors note: the reader is 18 in high school and graduates in less than a few months!! no minors are sexual in this one-shot. draco is 19 and only one year older than the reader. this was fun to write but lowk got lazy at the end. hope you all enjoy its very smutty.
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Š elliotsblunt 2022. do not repost, modify, or translate.
You walked alongside your class mate, Ginny Weasleyâa fourth year just like you. A Gryffindor with fiery bright red hair and the personality of a lion, freckled marks littering her nose. She had been your newfound best friend, usually sticking within your own house which had been Slytherin up until recently.
Some drama that had occurred in third year, so you began to seek friendships from other houses as well. You never really cared, but your older brother insisted you hang out with your true kind. Whatever that meant.
Ginny paused as they strolled past the Great Hall. âSay, _ _âOh!â
You felt someone run into you from behind, a brute force slamming into you full force. Your knees wobbled and collapsed as your palms shielded your face, stinging as they slapped the concrete floor. Blinking with wide eyes, your eyes snapped up to meet a pair of narrowed blue eyes.
âParkinson,â Ginny called from behind you, storming past you. Your arm shot to reach for her wrist as you held her back. âChill Gin, itâs cool.â
The dark haired girl smirked, crossing her thin arms over her chest, where her tits practically spilled out. You almost gagged at the sight as Pansy chuckled,
âSorry, _ _. Didnât see ya.â
âBullshit!â
âSheâs not even worth it. Come on,â You rolled your eyes, thankful Ginny had your back in the back of your mind. Pansyâs smirk faded as you spun around, reaching out and shoving you from behind. You fell forward once again, Ginny calling out your name as she kneeled beside you. Both of you send the laughing girl a glare.
âWhat is your problem?â You hissed, standing up on your feet. âI havenâtââ
âHe broke up with me. Neville broke up with meâfor you. You fucking cunt. And now, Iâm going to beat you and that Gryffindorâs ass.â
Your brows knit together. Neville? But you hadnât spoken to him in months, ever since last year. When he had broken up with you for Pansy Parkinson.
A smirk crept onto your lips, still on the ground. Her cheeks reddened at your next words, âHuh. Isnât that ironic.â
âYou bitch,â she gritted her teeth before slapping you across the face. Your eyes widened as you smiled in shock, not believing that this whore was fighting you over a man. When you had found out that Neville, who you dated for a solid two months, decided to cheat on you with Pansy Parkinson. The new, shiny exchange student from Beauxbaton Academy. She spoke French and was the only girl to show off cleavage.
She had been the talk of most of the boys in each house for months.
Apparently, the French liked to get down and under. Real quick. Half the boys went through her by the time summer rolled around. You remember your older brother mentioning her, saying if his best friend hadnât fucked her before he graduated then he most definitely would have âtappedâ. All he had earned from you was an eye roll.
âYou crazy slag!â Ginny shouted, but before she could step inâa deep voice interrupted.
As you stood from the ground, picking up your book that you had dropped, you froze before quickly facing the voice. A warmness flourished in your chest as a familiar smirk was given to Pansy, by a blonde Slytherin that had graduated last year. Your brother, Alex , stood beside him, âParkinson. Please donât tell me your shoving my baby sis because of one of your personal wankers.â
Draco chuckled to himself, his head shaking before shoving his hands into his pockets. His hair had been combed to the side, a single strand falling over those piercing eyes of his. A black long sleeve tightened around his muscular back, a pair of black slacks to matched. You could almost smell his cologne from here.
âCan it, Waters,â she snapped at your brother, shifting her scowl into a smile when your sights landed on Draco.
âDracoâI didnât know you were back. I would have looked for you.â
âExactly why I didnât,â he replied quietly, rubbing the back of his neck before clearing his throat.
Parkinson blushed a deep red, looking away from Draco. Ginny threw her a brow. âDidnât you and Longbottom just break up?â
âLongbottom, Pans? The kid looks like a human piranhaâbless his soul,â Alex chuckled, but you shook your head.
âNo, he looks better. He got surgery.â
âNo waâ!â
âBoth of you shut up!â Pansy spat at both your brother and you, causing you all to just look at her with expecting looks. After her eyes swept back and forth across all of yours, she groaned before spinning around and stomping away. Alex tilted his head at her, âWhatâs with her?â
âNeville broke up with her for _ _,â Ginny replied, an knowing smile on her face as she nudged you. âBut she happens to fancy someone else.â
âI would be mad to if a bloke that looked like that broke upââ
âWho?â
Your eyes found Dracoâs. He was looking at you, with something new flickering in his eyes. His jaw was clenched as a soft smile played on his lips for you. Ginny nor Alex responded, waiting for you to respond.
âUrm, just some kid I met at a party.â
You were talking about Cedric Diggory. He was the golden boy of Hufflepuff, with those dreamy eyes and charming smile. Your heart soared whenever he passed you in the halls, sending you his specialty wink. You had to bite your lip to hold back a smile for the rest of the day, almost drawing blood. And last night, you had both texted non-stop.
Tonight you were supposed to meet him in Hogsmeade. Spring Break was coming up, which is why your brother had came in the first place. You always spent Spring Break with your brotherâand Draco just always happened to be with him. They were inseparable. Ever since first year.
âYou go out with him yet?â Draco asked another question, narrowing his eyes. His head tilted as he studied you.
âNo.â
âBut sheâs meant to tonight,â Ginny added, throwing an arm around you. You threw her a stare but she wasnât paying attention to you, sending heart eyes to Draco. She always a massive crush on him, and you were sure he knew. Especially when he sent her a boyish smile right now. âThank you, Weasel. Though, you donât look much like a weasel anymore.â
She tucked her hair behind her ear as Alex rolled his eyes. âGross, bro. Donât flirt with my baby sisâs friends, ight?â
Draco chuckled as you groaned, âGinnyishelpingmepackokbye,â you rushed out before grabbing your giggling friend.
You stood outside your favorite restaurant in HogsmeadeâThe Flying Dutchman. They had the best burgers in town, and youâre the one who actually proposed to come here when Cedric asked you out. Your brother, Draco, and you always came here for dinner when you rented out your hotel room. Like every Spring break. A faint smile wore on your lips at the memory as the spring breeze pressed warm kisses onto your flesh.
But as more time passed by, that smile began to fade. Cedric had been more than thirty minutes late.
Ginny texted her that about after an hour, you should call it quits. And so you kept checking your phone, tapping your glossy heel against the concrete of the sidewalk. Your heart banged on your rib cage as blood rushed to your ears. Everything was slightly muffled as embarrassment overcame you.
And when it hit nine oâclock, you began to walk to your hotel.
Anger coursed through your veins. How dare he asked you out then ghost you completely?
You pulled out your phone and sent him a few messages cursing him out before shoving it back into your purse. With glossy eyes, after about ten minutes, you had reached the hotel room you were to be having alone. Your brother and Draco would be sharing the next one over. Approaching the entrance, where green glass pillars cascaded over a tall, lavish buildingâyou hummed as the cool air conditioning welcomed you.
âWelcome,â a faux customer service voice rung in your ear. Your eyes landed on the front desk attendant, a young man. âDo you have a reservation?â
âYes. Under Waters.â
âThe single queen bed with a walk in-closet?â
You blushed, âYes.â
âPerfect. Will that be cash or credit.â
âItâs on file. I come like, every year,â you explained, and he nodded firmly before clicking his mouse a few times. He was short and chubbyâhair receding slowly from the sides. You didnât know that was possible. âHave you found it?â
âYes. It went through andâŚ.perfect. Youâre all set,â he bent over, opening a drawer and a pair of keys jingled in your ears. He pooped back up whilst kicking the drawer back closedâhanding you your card and the wifi password. âThis here is your room card for room number 67 as well as our wifi and password.â
âThanks,â you sent him a smile before making your way inside. As always, the halls were the same. A green carpet with beige walls, random paintings everywhere. It smelled of old paper inside your room, a bed with red covers and white pillows rested on the large bed. A walk-in closet, as promised, was lodged in the corner next to the bathroom.
You decided to shower, still in a sour mood about being stood up. Taking off your makeup with a cleanser, you stripped off your clothes and hopped into the shower. Craving to feel the warm water soothe your tense muscles, you moaned as it happened moments later. Digging your vanilla shampoo into your roots, you used your net to scrub off the dirt and dead skin from your body.
After finding everything off, you wrapped a towel around your figure and opened the door to your bathroom. A scream tore from your throat at the sight of someone sitting on the corner of your bed.
â_ _. Iâm high as fuck,â Draco ran a hand through his hair, a red hue glowing from his eyes. His eyelids hung low as he smiled lazilyâflickering his gaze over to you. âAlex is passed out. He took too many edibles.â
You scoffed, âAnd I assume you were the more responsible one and maintained a decent amount of sobriety?â
âBig words, _ _. Big words for a little girl,â Draco taunted, your eyes rounding at his words. He had never seemed this laid back with you, always being the more poised and dignified out of him and your brother. Hair always slicked to the side, clothes looking tidy and clean cut. But his hair had been messy due to him running his fingers through the strands, and his black button up he had changed into had been unbuttoned halfway.
His gold chain glistened against his pale skin, your thighs clenching at the thought of it hanging in your face while heâ
âHow was the date?â He questioned, his eyes darkening. You gulped.
âHe didnât show.â
âWhat?â He rose his voice, standing up from his seat. You flinched at the intensity of his tone as his eyes narrowed. âWhat do you mean?â
âWhy do you care so much?â
âDammit, _ _,â he balled his fist, storming over to you. Your back hit the wall, clutching your towel to your body, as his palmed slammed against the wall and staid there. His scent of peppermint and marijuana, which led you to believe he had smoked instead of taking the edibles with your brother. His eyes swirled with a hidden emotion as breath fanned your lips. âWhy canât you just answer a simple question?â He scoffed,
âYou never do what youâre told.â
âAnd youâre too high,â you mumbled, placing your hands on his chest to push him back. But he caught them, âDraco.â
â_ _,â He whispered, âI canât watch you get heartbroken over these little fucking boys anymore.â
Your throat went dry. Had Draco liked you?
That didnât make any sense. He had been the most popular boy at school. Him and your brothers were the two most crushed on guys at school, Draco running through a number of girls throughout his years. He always paid attention to you, never leaving you out. âWhat? You think itâs a coincidence that every dude you have a date with bails on you?â
Your eyes widen, âYouâre the reason Cedricâ?â
âBack when I was in Hogwarts,â he continued, his boyish smirk returning to his lips. âLooks like you donât need my help in that department after all.â
He had been your brotherâs best friend, and if you didnât know any better, his high self just confessed to scaring off other guys to date you. Out of all the girls he could have had, tonight, it appeared he wanted you. And one thing about Draco Malfoyâ
He always gets what he wants.
Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as his piercing eyes bored into yours. His thumb reached out, shocking you, as it took place of your teeth. An animalistic look flashed in his eyes, âRelax, kid. It was a joke.â
âDonât call me kid.â
Draco released a chuckle, taking a step back before shaking his head. He ran a large hand the lift his pale hair again, âFuck. Youâre Alexâs little sis,â he sighed, letting out sarcastic chuckles. âIâm turned on by my best friends sister.â
His words caught you by surprise. Your lips fell open in shock, eyes bulged and skin flushed. He tugged at his strands once more before muttering fuck it, turning around and walking straight towards you. You flinched say Draco grabbed your arm, pulling you into his chest before slamming his lips against yours.
They were smooth and plump, sucking on your own as his hand flew to your cheek. At first you hadnât kissed back, in shock, but when his thumb began to rub the flesh of your faceâyou melted. Your lips fought against his as you completely surrendered to him.
His fingers found your hair, lightly tugging on the strands. A soft moan left your lips, causing him to hum, âYou like when I pull your hair, little one?â
The nickname caused a shiver to run down your spine. A pool of wetness shot down your core, a pleasurable sensation overcoming you as he continued to kiss you. His scent overcame you as he spun the two of you around, laying you on the bed before crawling above you. His lips didnât part from yours.
Pulling away, you panted as he observed you from above. Your hair had probably been a mess and completely damp. The towel wrapped around you had been the only thing separating you from the Slytherin above. His eyes were clouded with the drug, âYouâre fuckinâ breathtakin.â
You blushed. You didnât think you would ever hear him say that. Considering how much of a fan girl you used to be for him back in primary.
He dived down to close the gap between you two. âI wanna fuck you. Show you how it feels to cum around a grown dick like mine,â Draco breathlessly panted against her lips. His fingers dove to her towel, tossing to to the floor before looking down. His hair tickled her nose,
âLooks like every inch of you is perfect, _ _. Canât wait to have you fall apart on my tongue.â
âNext time. Iâwant it now,â you breathed, craving to get fucked by Draco. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he grabbed one of your tits, popping it into his mouth before swirling his tongue around the bud. His eyes crossed at the taste, âFuck, that feels so good.â
âYehBaby?â His voice was muddled by your mounds. You giggled as he founded the other one before doing the same. Your hips began to arch and he smirked,
âMy horny little one,â he teased, sitting up straight. You chewed on your lower lip, clenching your thighs as his eyes staid on yours. Unzipping his slacks, he tossed them to the side along with his trousers before hooking his arms around your thighs. You shrieked as he yanked you to the edge, grabbing his cock, âYou sure you can take it? A big dick like mine?â
You grabbed his bicep, which bulged under your hand. His arm had been twice the size of yours. Rubbing his swollen pink head against your clit, peering down at you. Your eyes widened up at him, all innocent like, pinching your nipples. His lips reached to kiss your feet before resting them both on his shoulders, âYou sure about this, _ _? Because once I start, I canât stop.â
âPlease,â you pleaded, reaching for him. He chuckled before bending down, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. His thick cock began to slid into you, making you squeak his name, âDraco! Oh myâurgh.â
His red rimmed eyes looked down at you. As he inched deeper, the more your mouth dropped. He pecked your lips before moving more fluidly, more and more spikes of pleasure adding to your tummy. You werenât a virginâevery guy youâve been with always made you do all the work. So the fact that Draco had expertly began stroking his hard cock into your gushing pussy, you noticed more moans escaping you.
The blonde grunted, working half his cock inside. And then he pushed it all the way in, making both of you cry out in unison.
And then he chuckled darkly at your blissed out expression, a wicked smile curling onto his lips as he angled himself. His hips rammed into yours, holding your knees against him, as your tits jiggled before his eyes.
Cries and pleads babbled from your mouth.
âYes! Please!â
âDracoâit feels too good.â
âMy MerlinâI canâtââ
âYeah?â He cooed, brutally snapping his hips against you. His thick head pushed into your walls, his abdomen rubbing against your puffy nub. With a tender voice, his hand flew to your throat, as he continued, âJust like that, little one? Move my hips like this?â
He gave her two harsh strokes, giving her a bruising kiss. Dracoâs hair fell over his eyes as sweat glistened over his abs. Ring clad fingers snaked to your pussy, his thumb pressing circles into your clit. It began to pulse, meaning you were going to cum, making Draco raise his brows.
âItâs so warm, _ _. You gonna come on this dick?â
âYes,â you whimpered, âYes yes yes YES YESââ
Draco chuckled, kissing your lips to silence you. You came on his dick, being completely lost in the trance of your orgasm. It felt like a million glasses had broken in your ear, earth shattering before you as euphoria paused time. Never in your life had you came that hard.
And then he pulled out, sitting against the headrest on the bed. You sent him a look, still calming down from your high, as he tapped his thigh, âCome take a ride on this dick for me, baby.â
Without time to waste, you crawled over. He smiled at you evily as he guided you, âSit with your back-good girl,â he instructed, making you face your back to his chest. He lifted your feet and stood them on his thighs, âIâm going to play with your pussy. Throw your arm around my neck and take this dick, thatâs all you have to do. Okay little one? Can you handle that?â
To answer his question, you instantly grabbed his cock before sliding down. You cried out, âAh!â
âThatâs it. Juuuuuuust like that,â he shushed, rubbing three fingers on your swollen pussy. You jerked in his hold as he nipped at your ear, âI got you, baby. I got you.â
And with that he began rapidly thrusting up into your clenching pussy. You screamed out as his fingers fastened their pace, your back arching against his chest. Your arm shook as it clung to his neck, his lips attached to your nipple. The crude licking sounds edged you closer to your high.
His hand covered your entire stomach, âSo tiny, baby. You like when I fuck this little pussy?â
Your tummy began to contract. Draco licked his fingers, tasting your juices, before rubbing them against your creaming pussy once again. Your brows rose in pleasure as a scream came from you, âIâm gonnaâahââ
âCome on,â he urged, âCome on come on come onâthere it is! Just like that, _ _. Allll over my fucking dick.â
Your body twitched as you came on top of Draco. And when he felt your tight pussy gush around him, he grabbed you by your waist, prolonging your orgasm by animalistically rutting up into you. âFuck, Iâm gonna, fuck fuck fuckââ
âWhat the fuck?â Alexâs voice screamed in the air.
#dracomalfoyblurbs#draco x y/n#draco x you#draco fanfiction#draco malfoy smut#dracosmut#smut#harrypotter smut#draco malfoy#malfoy#malfoy smut#draco x reader#Draco Pov#audraco
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one day Tim gets shot in the shoulder. The bullet goes straight through so he doesn't bother anyone about it. He hates bothering people with his injuries when there's people more in need than him. He goes home and collapses in bed, he'll deal with it tomorrow.
When he wakes up though, he finds that someone has already come and fixed him up while he was asleep. The area surrounding the bullet wound has been completely numbed too. What the fuck?
There's a flattened bullet hanging from his neck, and Tim wonders if it's the same bullet that went through him. It must be right? Why else would whoever fixed him up give it to him?
The bullet hangs on a shiny gold chain, and Tim stares at it in the mirror. Rubbing his fingers over it and coming to the conclusion it must be real gold. He'll check, just to make sure.
He also needs to investigate who the fuck has gold and expensive pain relief to waste on him. Why they did it. And how the hell they knew Tim was not only injured, when he told absolutely no one, but also found the bullet used on him.
What the fuck.
But this keeps happening, and Tim continues to be confused. He gets injured badly and tells no one, and the next day he's patched up and gifted gold.
Thing is, he can't really tell anyone without admitting he's been hiding his injuries. He can't stand to see Dick's worried expression, or listen to Bruce's disappointed lecture. There's more important things to worry about in Gotham.
He breaks his hand on patrol and when he wakes up the next morning it's been bandaged and put in a splint. Fuck. That was his dominant hand too!
His other hand feels heavy and when he brings it up to examine it as well, his fingers are adorned in various rings of gold.
A deep cut into his flesh and he passes out on his own floor, only to wake up in bed with perfect stitches and a burning sensation coming from his ears. He looks in the mirror groggily too see he's been completely wiped down off the coagulated blood that was surely clinging to his skin before his mystery nurse came to visit.
Not only is he clean and completely patched up, but there's gold hanging from his ears. Both ears are double pierced with perfect hoops of gold threaded through all four new punctures, well- 2 new punctures and 2 re-punctured.
His ears burn. It stings. But the earnings look so pretty, he looks really nice with them.
He smiles.
Then, his mug breaks. His favorite mug. And it's the cherry on top of a horrible, exhausting week. He'd been so stressed and overwhelmed and all he wanted was something to drink! Why did everything have to go wrong? Why did Bruce have to yell at him for doing what he knew he needed to do!? It wasn't fair... and everything just came crashing down all at once.
Tim crumples to the floor and begins to sob uncontrollably, cradling the broken pieces of his mug in shaking hands.
He wakes up in his bed.
It's odd, because he doesn't remember taking himself to bed last night. He's pretty sure he cried himself to sleep on his less-than-clean kitchen floor.
But he's used to this by now. Passing out somewhere and ending up tucked into bed by some mysterious being that Tim still hasn't managed to figure out.
It's nice.
It's really nice actually. It's comforting to know something is caring for him and keeping him safe and he doesn't have to embarrass himself by asking for it.
Except... the space in the bed next to him is warm. That's-
That hasn't happened before....
When he pads into the kitchen it's been cleaned, top to bottom. And his mug is waiting for him on the counter.
Except it's not broken anymore.
There is his favorite mug, whole again and full of steaming tea. Tim scrunches his nose at that, he'd much prefer coffee. But the aroma is nice, soothing, and he carefully picks it up to run his fingers over the lines of gold that glue the shattered pieces together.
Kintsugi.
And then it hits him.
The hair on his neck stands up, a small shiver running through him.
Someone's been treating Tim as their personal art project. Someone's trying to mend him with gold, trying to piece all that's left of him back together like he's fractured pottery.
He doesn't know how he feels about that...
A conflicting mix of dread and warmth settling heavy in his gut, bordering on the edge of uncomfortable and pleasant fullness.
But it's not like he has the words to describe the odd sensation. ..But he likes it.
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This is one of the greatest things ever. Walk around every single version of the U.S.S. Enterprise in photorealistic 3D in your browser, from the Roddenberry Archive. On a phone you just see wraparound 3D pics. On a PC or laptop you get the full 3D interactive experience. They NEED to make this VR compatible, it'll be beyond words.
There are more Enterprises here than Tumblr will allow me photos of, and more will likely be added.
Here's the TOS Enterprise, which appears in several incarnations ("The Cage", "Where No Man Has Gone Before" and TOS proper as well as TAS with the second turbolift!), has the correct original graphics and is perfect.
This is the bridge from the unmade Star Trek: Phase II series (whose pilot episode "In Thy Image" was rewritten to become Star Trek: The Motion Picture), with it's legendary big comfy command sofa seat and tactical display bubble!
The Motion Picture, such an accurate recreation that there's even a very faint flicker on the rear-projection animated screens as seen in the movie.
Enterprise NX-01, looking exactly as it did in "Broken Bow"
Recognise this? It's the briefing room of Discovery season 2's version of the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701. Although at the front of the saucer on the "real" ship, here it's off the second bridge door which may well be where the set was IRL.
I wasn't expecting modern Trek to be represented equally as the originals in this project, but it is. This is the Enterprise from Strange New Worlds, with Pike's Ready Room located just off the bridge.
Star Trek V: The Final Frontier. My favourite version of the classic bridge, as a kid I drew all these control panels and stuck them on my bedroom walls. And now I can look around and look at them all close-up! They've even replicated the noticable TVs stuffed into the panels for the more complex animated screens.
The Enterprise-C bridge from "Yesterday's Enterprise". This one has always fascinated me, being a low-budget TV set (formerly the Enterprise-D battle bridge, originally built from the rain-damaged TMP set's back wall and redressed endlessly though TNG) representing TNG's immediate predecessor. In the episode they mostly shoot the back wall and imply the consoles make a huge circle, but here you can see the set's real dimensions and the weirdness of the classic movie helm/nav console in front of the TNG con/ops panels. I love it.
You know how much I love the Kelvin movies, so seeing this was amazing. For some reason the consoles don't have their screens lit (hopefully this'll be fixed soon), but you can see the saucer under the window and it's shiny and amazing.
The last thing I expected was the U.S.S. Titan-A/Enterprise-G bridge, but it's here. And the lights are on.
Other bridges available to explore which I'm out of pictures to show: The Enterprise-D (of course), Enterprise XCV-330 (the ringship, based on concept art for the unmade non-Trek series "Starship"), the Planet of the Titans U.S.S. Enterprise (again, based on concept art for a cool multi-levelled set) and the "launch" U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701 (based on the very first piece of TOS bridge set concept art), the Enterprise-E, the Enterprise-F (seen on viewscreen for all of 2 minutes in Picard) and the U.S.S. Voyager NCC-74656!
Take a bow lads, you've done good. Now just add VR support!
That link again.
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Sentimental
Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader
Author's note: Writing feels so good!!! I'm so happy to be writing again :)
Summary: Jason holds onto things that make him emotional. That doesnât make him emotional.
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Jason Todd would never call himself emotional.
He prefers the term sentimental. Sentimental is what surrounds the items in his trinket box. Thereâs not many items inside âsome personal information mostly. A death certificate, a watch, and more recently items from you. A scrunchie, a broken keychain, and notes.
He had noticed the bracelets, gold and silver trinkets decorating your arm, then something not as shiny, the weird black ribbon scrunchie. The scrunchie you never gave it to him.
He watched as you pushed your hair back, your hands guiding the elastic weaving through your hair, sitting on top of your head.
What was left was the red indent on your wrist. You seemed to pay no attention to it, but he did not like the idea of something leaving a mark on you. Red and indented. The angry mark kept being shown, often closed off by your other bracelets.
âDoes this hurt?â He asked you later at night wondering how it hadnât gone down since the afternoon.Â
âNo, I get these all the time.â You say, carefully gauging his reaction.
âBut I donât like the impression it leaves you with.â He scowled, rubbing his thumb along the indent.Â
Impressed by the mark it did leaveâHe took the scrunchie the next day, wearing it for a total of five hours. He had come back to the apartment you two shared, showing you the indent of his own. Now he keeps your scrunchie on his arm, willing to hold it for you. You never really take it back though, you just let him hold onto it. Seeing how he fidgets and snaps it on his own. He doesnât give it back either.
Sentimental over the keychain you bought him for the key to your apartment. A big step in your relationship, where he had been earning your trust, giving you space, waiting for you to take the next step â you just wanted some peace of mind from him entering through the balcony window.
It had been a small joke between you guys about how you wish you had a pocket sized âhimâ so you could tell him at any moment anything that happened during your work day.
It prompted the idea to make him into a Lego.
You carefully selected the top, bottom, and head, and even added a red cap on top as an inside joke for his mask.
Jason could hardly respond. It leaves him tongue tied at the little figurine placed in his hand. Your smile beaming at him, then, expressionless when he doesnât say anything.Â
âYou donât like it?â You pout, hoping you didnât cause offense.
He stares back at you intensely, suddenly breathless.
âI love it.â
He does wish he were more careful with it. After falling from a two story building, he had landed on it causing the little figurine to crack into multiple pieces. He would have taken a dislocated shoulder over the broken keychain.
âYou fell on it?â you ask, seeing it cracked in multiple pieces in your hands.
âThe guy snuck up on me and kicked me off the ledge.â
âAnd you fell ⌠on it? Didnât that hurt?â You peer up from your hands concerned heâs not fused with any other Lego pieces on his leg.
He tries to glue it back together, seeing the irony in himself in the Lego pieces. It frustrates him, he places it in a bag and puts it away in the box. He just starts to keep the key around his neck. The next day he gets surprised by the different figurine.
âDonât land on this one ok?â You smile up at him.
Sentimental over every note youâve ever written himâ which causes his small box to overflow with colors of
âIâll be back with dinnerâ
âwent to the marketâÂ
âIce cream in the freezer!â
And all the âI love youâs see you laterâ
Scribbled in your writing on blue, white, pink, and yellow scraps of paper, post-its, and notepads.Â
What seemed like a small note was a reminder to him that someone does come back for him.Â
Someone is there for him.
So no, Jason Todd isnât emotional. Heâs just sentimental.
#jason todd#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd headcanon#jason todd x you#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#red hood#red hood x you
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this is quite vague, sorry, but would you please write more for coworker James? maybe him and r are sneaking around to kiss or they go out or Sirius and Remus find out. Idk whatever you feel like!!
you and James at the end of a secret date | ty for requesting! fem
You kissed James because you had to. Youâve never felt that pull before, but heâd been sitting there on the step next to you, close enough to see the freckles on his nose and count them, andâ well, itâs hard to explain. But you kissed him.Â
So far, itâs working in your favour.Â
âItâs fine,â James says, breathless where heâs kissing your neck.Â
âNo, I think I broke it,â you say, squirming away from him to see the lamp where itâs fallen. âShit.â
James had been kissing you on his sofa and your arm had a mind of its own, moving backward, whacking the body of the lamp where it had been living innocently on the side table. Now itâs in five separate pieces on the floor, but James doesnât care.Â
âIâm sorry,â you say.Â
âIâm not.â
You laugh, a little lost in the way heâs touching you. James isnât being too much, despite your legs spread around his hips to let him kiss you and the slip of your stomach thatâs exposed itself. Heâs kissing you hard, yes, but he isnât grabbing anything too sensitive. He isnât initiating, just kissing.Â
âNo, âcosâ âcos Iâve broken it, I have, Iâll have to buy you another one. Itâs from IKEA, right? Itâsââ
âItâs from IKEA,â James affirms, lifting his face from your neck to meet your eyes. His lips are pink from kissing, the tip of his nose ruddied. âI can get another one any hour of the day. Can you stop worrying?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
James laughs and holds your cheek. âNo, I guess you canât. And I was getting ahead of myself, wasnât I?â He turns his hand, stroking your under eye with a careful fingernail. âItâs getting late. I should drive you home.âÂ
Youâre crestfallen, then. âIs it?âÂ
He checks his watch. âSâalmost eleven.âÂ
You have work tomorrow. Youâll have to wake at 6AM. But you donât want to leave, donât want James to get off of you, donât want to go back to the office where youâre still pretending to hate him.Â
Not very well, mind you, but pretending all the same.Â
Youâre distracted from your melancholy by the marvel of him above you. His hair seems darker than ever today, black and shiny and nice to touch, a tad mussed from your hands. You smooth down each wanton curl and get a good look at his eyes. His lashes⌠it leaves you breathless again, how long they are, how beautiful he seems.Â
Youâre dating, sort of. Not together. You canât stay the night, you havenât fucked, and he doesnât seem to want to yet. Itâs still early days.
You arenât sure if youâd let him fuck you here, but he hasnât tried. Youâd thought the neck kissing was a precursor, felt heat blooming in your chest and somewhere lower as he held your nape. You can imagine it easily from this position, blood rushing to warm your chest, a tizzied kiss of it to match Jamesâ blush. Heâd touch you, and youâd let him. Heâd push your shirt the rest of the way up and see you clearly.Â
âJamesâŚâ you say softly.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âCan I ask you something?âÂ
He strokes your cheek. Your skin stretches gently under his touch, your eye squinting closed. âWhat sort of something?â he whispers.Â
You wanna ask why he wonât fuck you. It would make sense âisnât that what rivalry is, heated competition with poorly hidden sexual tension? Is that what you and James had?
âIâve been thinking about something.â
âWhat sort of something?â he repeats with a laugh.Â
âI donât want to say it out loud.âÂ
James lets your head rest against the armrest and pillow smushed behind the top of it. He leans down to kiss you, a pulling thing you canât help following. âThen donât say it,â he murmurs, his nose dragging up your cheek as your lips part lazily. âMaybe I can guess.âÂ
âI donât think youâll be able to.âÂ
âYou never have any faith in me.âÂ
You have much more in him as of late. James has yet to let you down. You kissed him and itâs like he refuses to be cruel about it, never letting you worry, eager in his reciprocation. Things are still confusing between you because youâre avoiding a conversation youâre too afraid to start, lest he want something casual. Instead, youâve let him drag you deeper into his caging. It will hurt twice as much to ask now.Â
âItâs stupid,â you say. âNever mind.âÂ
âItâs not stupid.âÂ
âNo, it was.â You scratch his scalp as you know he adores. âItâs eleven. You can kiss me for at least another half an hour.âÂ
If he hears the hopefulness in your voice he ignores it. âAre you sure? I donât wanna keep you up.âÂ
âWell, only if you want to.âÂ
âI always want to kiss you, you vexing woman,â he murmurs, shivers lining your arms and spine as his lips part against your cheek. He kisses downwards, sloven, half moon kisses, lightest scratch of his teeth on your neck. âIs it too immature if I leave a mark?â he asks.Â
Immature? You have no idea. âI donât mind what you do, just not above the collar, please.âÂ
You grow still as he tugs at the neckline of your shirt to expose your chest. It isnât what you meant, and youâre not about to correct him.Â
âTell me if IâŚâ He looks up at you, smiling nicely. âJust tell me if I take it too far,â he says. âOkay?âÂ
He plants a kiss over your heart. You hate thinking that he can feel it, hammering, betraying your deep feelings. âOkay,â you breathe.
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bones and all au // rafe cameron x reader
summary : â you're so handsome when I'm all over your mouth. â strangers by ethel cain.
warnings : if you were not comfortable with the movie by luca guadagnino, don't read this !! mature plot. a lot lot lot of blood. sick and gore attitude. cannibalism used as a form of love. strangers/ode to eaters by ethel cain muse. smut. pomegranate used as a metaphor of cannibalism. jealousy. mentions of organs and anatomy. some b&a refs but you can read it without watching the movie. violence. minors DNI. +18.
author's note : crdits to @starfxkrreloaded for this au. you can reach for her ode to eaters au which is very insane ! please, i know this is very twisted but don't send hate or be mean in the comments. if you dont want to read something like that, it's your right and i respect it, just scroll. to the rest, hope you will enjoy. it's my first time writing something like that so i'm kinda nervous. and by the way, the movie is very beautiful, taylor russell was incredible in this. i highly recommend you.
you lived in an old house in the midwest, the southern gothic type with an empty fridge, broken stairs, carcasses of eaten animals in the garden, a tv too old to be turned on, a radio player too damaged to be listened to , a completely dirty kitchen with dishes full of dishes in the sink, and nasty dirts on the floor. there was also that damn lamp that flickered and came on every other time, that icy water that froze your bones, that cold tiles that creaked under your feets. the windows were rarely open but when they were, the shutters slammed against the wind, your underwear hung over the radiator. but you really liked this place, in fact, it was the only place you could call home without wanting to collapse in tears.
you had your headphones on in that empty quiet space, and a probably dead singer in your ears living through your swaying body. you found this pomegranate on the table while searching. it was intact, still shiny and full of good things.
you didn't need a knife when you had a hungry beast inside you to cut the fruit with your teeths. you had dug your molars inside the seeds, directly into the fresh and virgin skin, opened the eviscerate flesh, tearing away everything you can with your mouth, the still delicious juice ready to feed your thirst and starved your hunger.
you smelled the fruity and juicy scent through your nose, splitted open the pomegranate, discovering the clean and clear inner bones, a pretty red color, even more oozing and sublime than your blood, a perfect complexion reminiscent of the sanguinary meat of your anatomy. your tongue and teeth were sunk in, completely buried in the dripping morsel. your face and cheeks were full of it, shining onto your dirty and sticky fingers. the juice burst, squeezed in your hands as you devoured this fruit, the liquid of which flowed, dripping down your neck and chest, slipping toward your tummy like an unstoppable river.
you were bad as a demon, but nothing stopped you. you bit and bit like a mad dog into the flesh of the fruit like a piece of meat, extracting with your molars everything that you could recover and stuck in your throat.
the more you ate, the more the fruit bled. but you heard nothing, no lamentations. nothing could stop you from eating, from the rage beating. it was sickly, obscene and depraved.
you looked like such an innocent thing, but inside you, there was nothing like that. and you couldn't fool anyone with your tears and your regrets, because you didn't have any.
you had dropped the pomegranate on the ground, there was nothing left except a broken corpse. you had consumed everything from the flesh to the bones, from the skin to every part.
your dress was stained. you stank of pomegranate as much as sin. there was nothing good in you, and above all, there were too many people in you.
rafe had come home in the night while you were waiting in the armchair in the living room, with this juice stuck to your body. you hadn't moved. for some reason you were faithful to your partner. maybe because he scared you, or because you understood that without him you couldn't survive.
he had thrown the key in the table and came before you.
he came toward you in the same state you had seen him for the first time, covered in blood and with glowing blue dilated eyes. you knew that he had eaten, that he had devoured someone because he was not like you. rafe was worse. he understood that nature was to kill but beyond that, it was something he was trying to teach you as your mentor. that we should not regret giving in to impulses, that if we did not listen to them, they would end up killing us.
that we were originally monsters, and that we had to deal with it. you didn't know if he was telling the truth, if he was right. but he was taller than you. you found a maturity in him that fascinated you, that forced you to listen to him.
he had taken off his shirt, and you looked up at his face. he smelled of blood, that strong, metallic smell that you could sniff from several meters away but especially his because you knew him by heart.
âjesus, donât look at me like that. you wanted to stay at home, i didn't force you to. â
âit was a girl. what was she like? did you like it ? â
you didn't know if it was jealousy, or curiosity. you just knew you didn't like knowing he was with some girls even if it wasn't going to last.
with a smirk but at the same time terribly cold face, he answered you. "if you're that jealous, use that energy and mouth to taste it. maybe, you will have some answers. â
you got up from the chair to join him. you didn't want to share him, even though you knew there was only you in his life. you knew it because since you knew him, he had never talked about his family, nor contacted relatives in the payphone. then, he rarely spoke about his private life. he often made fun of you, because it was more your type of thing to open up about personal moments. you never knew if he was really listening to you but he stayed until the end of your speech.
eagerly, you kissed him, that girlâs blood sliding against your lips, your mouth capturing rafeâs in a kiss, as your cheeks crushed against his bloody face. â mine, mine.�� you whispered, pushing your tongue against his. â clean that blood, babe. i can't be yours if she's still here. â he had slipped his hands under your skirt, pressing the flesh of your ass. he had a ring on, the cold metal playing against your skin. you could smell it, just like what he had eaten before coming home.
he sat on the probably moldy and torn couch in your living room, you were almost his height now that you were sitting on top of him. you were hungry, as much for him as for sex. he made you feel so many things, or it was this jealousy, this thirst within you that made you so hungry. you werenât really sure.
you took one of his fingers still covered in blood, the recent taste of raw flesh now in your cavity. he had pushed his thumb deeper in your mouth, making you suck the pulp properly. the liquid bleeding against your tongue, as his flesh quickly brushed your cavity, your drooling lips curved around him. he pushed it in until he felt your throat.
he was playing with fire, he was playing with you, because he knew you could bite him at any moment but he had also conditioned you not to.
âso, how is it? â
ânothing tastes better than you.â you simply replied. â right ? nothing can be as good as me. â he said in a mocking tone.
he had undone the strap of your dress, revealing one of your tits which he had taken in his palm before taking it in his mouth. your nipple was pressed between his teeth, your skin trapped in his hand as he sucked on your piece of flesh, pinching it only ever so gently in his mouth. he still had remnants of blood, slipping between your body and his tongue.
there was something sensual between this slow sucking, fast suction of the tongue around your throbbing nipple, your spiraling stomach against the void, the movement of his adam's apple in his throat while he tasted every beads of your boobs. rafe was good at it.
he pressed your tits, grabbed them tightly and firmly against his palm, nibbling the tip, caressing the pulp, kissing the flesh. and maybe if he had bitten into it, you would have cum instantly.
his hand was on you, covering your body in blood and sweat, tracing your figure with his soiled and bloody fingers like a canva, letting them run over your skin like a paintbrush.
he was hidden by your sucked breasts. and you wanted him full. you had started to grind against him, even with your underwear separating you from him and his piece of jeans, you managed to be completely soaked on him. your hips moved in motion, lifting delicately like a porcelain doll too afraid of getting hurt.
you were no worse than him, and he was no worse than you. you were both terrible people. there was no hierarchy among people like you.
but the first time you saw him, in that shirt full of blood, with that mouth so red and that oozing dripping neck.
it was dark, but you knew very clearly what he had done, and perfectly well who he had eaten. you had observed it and you had not seen a monster. you weren't afraid.
he wasn't mean and monstruous, just indifferent.
"if you want to eat, that man is still over there." he said simply, not trying to hide or deny what you were seeing.
and you liked it. you instantly liked it.
â you're the one who interests me.â
âyou know the drill, we donât eat each other.â
âi mean, will you let me come with you?â
"listen to me carefully, i don't have the face of a babysitter, nor the skills to do so. get by, you may be a minor but if you're old enough to do what you do when mom and dad have their backs turned, i swear, you can get through this on your own. â
âiâm an adult.â you cut him off.
âyour age was a nice excuse for me to tell you that iâm not interested. i bet you're an adult. â
you had followed him when he approached his pickup. "i wouldn't bother you. but i need help. i mean, this is new to me. i don't do this often while you seem to be experienced. i want.. .i want to be like you, not to be afraid of that.â
âwhat makes you think iâm the right person for this?â
âyou may not necessarily be the right person, but youâre the one I want.â
âyou know, i already have a lot of problems, i donât need a burden on all of them.â
âplease. i wonât be one. you have my word.â
"you really don't give me a choice. come up crybaby, but if you bother me, i won't hesitate to abandon you, no matter where."
you nodded. it was going back, but in the meantime, you had traveled to many states of america, and probably left a pile of corpses on your way. even though it hadnât been easy, he had taught you how to drive.
one cold summer night, in the darkness of a tent in the middle of nowhere, you hadn't managed to sleep. but when you opened your eyes, rafe wasn't sleeping either.
âyou should sleep, youâre the one driving tomorrow. â
âyou want to know who my first victim was? "
"i guess even if i don't care, you're going to tell me. so go ahead. knock me out, tell me something your little lips haven't told me yet. and donât say victim, you're much an innocent thing than a killer. but donât worry, i'm about to raise you very well. â
his hands had gripped your hips to position you above him. âbut for now, tell me about your boring story, maybe it will help me sleep.â
you had told him a lot of your past. the first time you had eaten someone, the babysitter your father had hired who had ended up torn apart on the floor and another part in your mouth. oh it really wasn't beautiful. and this time, in the summer camp where a boy had mysteriously disappeared because you had devoured him in the woods. and that friend at school whose finger you swallowed. it was stronger than you. you needed to eat.
and rafe was the only one to understand it.
the most intimate moments in a relationship should be sex, but for the two of you it was different. it was when you ate together, when you both had blood around your mouth, that you could taste his, and he could taste yours. when there was this connection between you.
he was a different eater from you, he was bestial and cold, sinking his teeth straight into the flesh, tearing off the parts of the body one by one. his bites were mean and cruel. the way, his teeths pulled the organs, the ribcage. you watched him, his hungry raging mouth embracing the darkness of his needs, ripping all the raw meat out roughly. oh the blood, it leaked into every corner of his pretty and bloody lips that you wanted to kiss so badly, to feel the liquid and flesh filling and consuming the space of your throat and your tongue as your body swallowed everything he gave you. oh how much, rafe loved to feed you directly in the mouth, letting you suck the flowing red wet all around his jaw, and down his neck to the cool grass. he was beautiful. insanely handsome. but also, so scary.
his skin was covered in a red, metallic coat. his eyes were consumed with pleasure, while devouring the body of your victim.
he was very different from you, who was more delicate in your movements, or rather clumsy. your bites were messy, your touches lighter, even with the blood all over you.
but it was in those moments that the sex was the best afterwards. when his tongue, still red and famished with blood, circulated over the skin of your stomach, leaving a reddish river against your flesh.
and it went even further than that, when he found himself lost between your legs, his warmth muscle completely buried inside you, lapping your soaked folds, licking you like a starving man, his mouth pressed around your sloppy wet cunt. your juices dripping against his open wided mouth and jaw, the throbbing of your clit against his nose, the way your beating pussy smeared the blood across his lips and cheeks every time he entered and devoured your delicious slick.
since you didn't eat each other, it was your only way to feed him, to make him taste you. you didn't know if he loved your taste but in any case his tongue always came back to find you, to fuck that cunt, lodging itself between your soggy walls.
he forced you to keep your thighs apart, one hand resting on your bruised tummy which contracted every time you felt him on your core.
your legs shaking around his shoulders, the way his bloody mouth nibbled on your clit. you moaned in the middle of this abandoned place. you could shout as loud as you wanted, no one would come, no one would hear you.
you loved feeling his large hands on your bruised skin, especially after eating, because they were dirty and sloppy. you let your tongue clean the blood stuck to his fingers, the drops falling into your mouth.
it was strange how love can be perceived for everyone. ever since you were a child, you have been unable to show affection without hurting people. when you loved someone, it was tragic because you had this need to devour and consume them, to make them a part of you, to make them live within you.
but for rafe, it was different.
you were total opposites. and even though you lived together, you wondered if he felt things for you. if he had ever been in love.
because you liked to think that the way he kept you around, the way he let you stay with him at night, the way he always came home, and was open to doing all these things with you, that was his way to show you that you mattered to him. you even wondered if he came back every night because he couldn't let go of you. yet, at the beginning of your relationship, he wouldn't have hesitated.
here, in this rickety house, you didn't pay rent. it belonged to one of your victims. you always did that, you killed people, and robbed them of their belongings. you took their money, clothes and possessions. you were stealing the lives of these people. at first you felt guilty but now you feel nothing. it was life.
âi love you. â you told him, as you straddled him on your shared bed, your fists curled in the pieces of sheets. âi really love you, rafe.â you were moaning and feverish, every inch of his thick cock buried in your core, hitting your spot.
while you were bouncing on him, your ass slapped against his muscular thighs. he grabbed your breasts moving over his face, as his dick was ruining you, each of his thrusts destroying your canal. you were as tight as the first time he fucked you in the back of the pickup. he gripped your ass, pinching the flesh.
he wrapped his hand around your throat before losing his face in your neck, his mouth kissing that immaculate part of your body. he placed kisses, before lightly sinking his teeths into your skin, nibbling and sucking on this skin offered to him, while you continued to take him just below him. âyea, you love me. â with a hard stroke further into you. âstill fucking tied to me. â
and he wasn't wrong, you were so glued to him, completely submissive. he was inside you, filling you completely, every part of his length stuck to your walls, parting your pussy lips, your moans muffled above his head as your arms wrapped around his back. you were desperate and whimpering, the wet sounds of your repeated moans echoing around the room.
you could feel the twitch of his stomach against your skin, the perfect harmony of your two bodies in sync, he speared you violently with his fat cock, let you hear his grunts and heavy breathing against your neck, coming straight from his throat.
you were sweaty and noisy, like one of his victims, but most of all, you were his, his hands all over your body like a prize. every touch was possessive, your head tilted back, and his mouth melted onto your jaw. he fucked you roughly, making you bounce on him and cry.
his blue eyes shone in the darkness of the room. they were on you, in a perfect focus.
âdo you love me? " you asked him, your body going through trembling spasms, your skin covering his. you were desperate and suffocating. your breaths were rapid and frantic.
he moved your head with his hand on your throat, his gaze flickering above your collarbones. you felt like you were pretty with the importance his pupils gave you.
you wondered if he had ever wanted to eat you alive, because after all, even if you were an eater, you were still easy prey.
and maybe even sometimes you fantasized about what he could do, because you wouldn't have minded seeing him dug his teeth into your flesh like meat, seeing him consume you one by one, your bones getting sucked, your blood spurting against his tooth.
you would have loved to sacrifice your body to feed him, to be that pomegranate to him, to see him smile through your organs, to see his belly swell because you were in a thousand pieces inside.
you would have loved for him to eat you alive, because you knew rafe would have done it out of love.
â don't leave me or i will eat you. â you said to him, his hands brushing your hair like a lover. â every part of you. like you taught me. â
â bones and all ? â
â bones and all, my love. â
and he smiled, fucking smiled all over your kisses, his lips covered yours.
â then, what are you waiting for ? sunk those teeths in me. scared for what, babe ? nothing that you have not tasted before.â
#i swear i'm not on drugs#rafe x reader#rafe cameron concepts#rafe cameron prompt#cannibalism as a metaphor for love#bones and all#strangers ethel cain#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe cameron smut#ethel cain#rafe cameron fanfiction#obx fanfic#obx smut#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x y/n#tw blood#cannibalism as a form of love#luca guadagnino#cannibalistic#x reader#fanfiction#rafe cameron au#obx au#tw violence#southern goth aesthetic#ode to eaters
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I believe in Redeemable Gortash because I believe in my heart that he is a fucking awful Banite in act 3. He's throwing every principle of his out the godsdamned window for Durge. He's being lenient for them in ways he never would be with anyone else, and he is watching himself do it.
And by the time we square up against him â if we even do, because he never would have broken our alliance on his own (huh. sure Bane would be proud of that) â his eyes are glowing gold, and instead of Bane iconography over his heart, there is only a shiny piece of white metal with a radiant design emblazoned on it.
Gortash gives up on Bane before he gives up on Durge. This is my truth.
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#durgetash#enver gortash#dark urge#goretash#gortash#bg3 dark urge#bg3 spoilers#durge
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hurt/comfort | mentions of anxiety and trauma | crossposted to twitter
"what's that?" eddie murmurs into the quiet darkness of their bedroom.
dread piles into steve's stomach. he wants to tug his sleeve over his hands so eddie can't see the writing on his palm anymore. wants to hide the pen marks by holding onto his hips instead.
"it's nothing," he whispers back, attaching his lips to the underside of eddie's jaw. he knows his boyfriend melts at the kisses he puts there. knows it will distract him from asking any more prying questions.
the ink is smudged, hardly legible anymore after a day at work. between washing his hands and shuffling papers and rubbing subconsciously at his palm when that certain type of anxiety knots into his gut, the pen marks from earlier are halfway to disappearing until he starts it all over again the next morning.
steve can't help it. he thought that moving in with eddie, having his support, would make it easier to cope with it all. thought that having someone else to help hold him accountable was the answer.
yet here he is, writing a list on his hand every morning, just to help him remember simple things.
he turns on the coffee pot in the morning, makes a note of it on his palm, crosses it out when he turns the pot off and tells himself over and over that it's actually off and he's not imagining it.
he locks the door and writes "LOCKED" in all caps so he doesn't come home halfway through the day to check and make sure it's actually locked.
he brushes his teeth, he feeds the dog, he puts his wallet in his briefcase, he closes the refrigerator door after breakfast and writes reminder after reminder on his palm in sticky black ink.
it helps, really it does, when steve's mind starts to wander in a boring meeting and he gets that hot rush of guilt of forgetting something burning through his veins. he'll look at his hand under the table and scan over the notes, find what's looking for, and try to breathe.
he'll read it over and over, the crossed out "coffee pot" or the "wallet in bag" or the "fed duke", until he feels like it sinks in, blinking back into real time to focus.
it's some strange mix of anxiety and lack of control and head trauma, robin thinks.
steve can't talk to a lot of people about it, embarrassed that he can't remember doing simple fucking tasks, but robin gets it. gets him. robin lets him swing his legs into her lap and pulls his hand up to her face so she can inspect the notes from the day to piece them all together.
it was her idea in the first place to write on his hand. she had suggested paper first but that was too easy to lose especially if he couldn't remember setting it down. she traces over the ink and lets him vent about feeling like a failure or stupid or some type of broken, reminding him gently that none of them got out hawkins without scars.
but steve hasn't let eddie see that yet, too afraid of breaking whatever they've made together, too afraid of scaring him off with his cracked brain and clenched jaw. too afraid of being built so wrong that he'll look like a once shiny penny covered in rust-colored problems.
so he digs his fingers into his palm, nails slicing into flesh & ink, and presses his lips fiercely into eddie's jaw to stop him from spilling any secrets. lets his tongue sneak out as an apology for not showing him his jagged edges. lets his teeth bite against the words he wants to say.
"baby," eddie whispers, his gentle callused hands trailing over steve's arms to settle on his clenched fist. he shakes his head against eddie's chin, bites at his neck again, ignores the way the love of his fucking life is trying to peel his fingers open to see it. see him.
steve feels raw, a live wire, one second away from snapping into sparks of electricity. he shakes his hand free and curls it around the small of eddie's back, tugging him closer, hiding his shame.
"it's nothing," he repeats, voice shaky and rough against eddie's skin.
if he just slots his leg right, if he just presses into eddie right, if he just tips his head and rolls his hips and plays his cards right, he can avoid all of this all together. he can take eddie's mind away from the writing on his hand and convince them both everything is okay.
but it's not that easy, it never is, because there fingers wrapping around his wrist at an awkward angle to pull his hand back and heat flares up in his cheeks. eddie's going to see, going to ask, going to figure out that steve is broken beyond repair and it's all thanks to one too many blows to the head & one too many times of fucking up & one too many times of leaving the goddamn door unlocked.
"i just-" he bites out, trying and failing to pull his arm out from eddie's grasp. maybe some part of him wants to come clean and get the inevitable over and done with. "-they're just some notes okay?"
and now eddie's looking between him and his palm with those eyes that hold love and the pity that he hates, so he blinks away, jolts to get his arm free again. he doesn't want pity, he doesn't want puppy dog eyes, he doesn't want the reminder that he can't-
but then there's lips pressing oh so gently to the hand he rubbed raw earlier when he could have sworn he didn't triple check that he paid the water bill. there's the flutter of eyelashes against his fingertips as eddie trails kisses over the thing that makes him feel less than.
steve doesn't fight to pull his arm back anymore. his shoulders drop, his muscles relax, and that ball of dread in the pit of his stomach eases away into something that feels more like acceptance.
"that's smart," eddie mutters against his palm. "to help you remember?"
and just like that, it isn't secret anymore. just like that eddie's peeled back the layers of bravado and nonchalance and seen steve for the mess he is.
he kisses the notes like it's the easiest thing to do and maybe for eddie it is. maybe taking a piece of steve's hurt is what they found each other for. maybe eddie was made to understand every inch of steve from the inside out like the way a vine instinctually knows to follow the sun.
steve resettles his face in eddie's neck, nods and breathes him in so he has him deep in his lungs. "it was robin's idea."
"she's smart too, then." eddie hums and drops steve's hand gently, letting it wind back around him so he can tangle his in steve's hair. "does it help?"
"yep," steve mumbles.
"how have i never noticed you scribbling on your hand everyday?" eddie asks with his lips pressed into the crown of steve's head.
"i didn't want you to see. i'm pretty good at hiding."
he can feel when eddie takes in a deep breath. feel when his chest expands and collapses before whispering "start adding 'eddie loves me' on there."
steve shakes his head with a small grin, his heart beat slowing from an anxious jack-rabbiting speed to something more eddie paced. "i never need a reminder of that one."
#this headcanon is brought to you by my own head trauma and anxiety causing me to forget literally everything!!!#zoom in on the 4 photos i took of my curling iron this morning to prove it was off#steddie#my writing#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie drabble#steddie ficlet#steddie hurt/comfort
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grow where you're planted
written for âstuffâ | wc: 483 | rated: teen & up | tags: modern AU, no upside down, landscaper steve harrington, homeowner eddie munson, eddie munson & gareth friendship, confident!steve harrington, flirting, different first meeting @steddiemicrofic
âWhat is all that stuff?â Eddie mutters under his breath.
Heâs alone in his shiny new shotgun house with no one around to hear his question but he asks it anyway because seriouslyâ what is all that stuff? How much mulch does one Indianapolis front yard need?
A lot, apparently.
He keeps watching through the glass window in the front door as they slice open bags and pull plants gently from their pots. One of the landscapers, a lean guy whoâs worked up a sweat with toned shoulders and moles that cascade from the side of his neck, runs his fingers through his hair. Dirt sticks to his temple as he bends down to plant something with yellow flowers beside the mailbox and Eddie wants to lick him clean.
âJesus Christ,â he whispers to himself, yanking his phone from his back pocket.
Eddie: landscaper is too hot help Gareth: you brought this on yourself Eddie: thereâs a guy in the shortest basketball shorts iâve ever seen. like, 80s pin-up short. iâm in over my head Gareth: then go talk to him? Eddie: good idea, lets get all the bad ideas out now Gareth: iâm serious! Eddie: i pre-paid online for a reason, i canât even look him in the fucking eye
Eddie looks up from his phone, intent to watch Shorts Guy from a distance only to find himself face to face with Shorts Guy through the offending glass window.
âFuck!â He blurts, dropping his phone in the process. Please donât be broken, he thinks as he tries to discreetly slide it aside with his foot and opens the door.
âHey! Sorry to scare you. Weâre all set,â Shorts Guy says with a smirk as he glances up and down from Eddieâs phone to his warm, flushed cheeks.
âCool! Awesome!â His voice is about an octave too highâ he clears his throat. âLooks great!â
âThanks! If youâre satisfied with the work, leave us a good review. Goes a long way. And uhâŚâ Shorts Guy does that thing with his hair again and Eddie might actually be sweating more than him now. âMaybe you can give me a call if youâre extra satisfied? And if your phoneâs not broken.â
Shorts Guy nods to Eddie's discarded phone and what the fuck is happening right now? Eddie blinks and then shakes his head, grabbing his phone to find it blissfully still intact.
âAll in one piece,â he says, turning the phone around toward Shorts Guy as if he needed to prove it. âIâdâ yeah! Totally. Iâd love to. Yâknow, since itâs not broken and all that.â
Shorts Guy takes Eddieâs phone from his outstretched hand and saves his number as Steve. He texts Steve immediately, exchanging numbers and names before Steveâs even left the driveway.
Eddie: hey, itâs Eddie. extra satisfied. free this Saturday?
Gareth is never going to let him hear the end of this.
doubling up with a microfic and a gift for @starrystevie! happy birthday, bee!! here's some confident, sweaty landscaper!steve harrington for you! <3 I've been thinking about it for days and couldn't stop myself. love you!! have the best day!!
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