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Arguments and Cuddles-Harry Styles x reader
A/N:- Wanted to write this a few days ago, but I just couldn't get myself to write after all that has happened. Sending lots of hugs to everyone. Hope this acts a distraction to anyone who needs it right now.
Synopsis: Harry doesn't realize that you're sick when he starts an argument and takes care of you after. Some angst and fluff!
Word Count: 2k
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“y/n..” Your tall, lanky boyfriend makes grabby hands at you from the bed, snug and comfortable under the blanket. He didn’t want to fall asleep without you. You felt bad for making him wait, you really did, but you couldn’t go to bed without finishing your assignment. University has been stressing you out these days, what with two projects every week, along with other papers, studying and you even have to start filling out internship forms.
“Five more minutes, baby, I’m so sorry..”, you turn back from the desk to tell Harry who was pouting at you, hoping to win you over with cuteness, which he already has.
“It’s okay, love. I don’t mind waiting but it’s you I’m worried about. If you’re not here in my arms sleeping in the next ten minutes, no kisses for you tomorrow.”, he threatens, and smirks when you gasp. “That’s unfair!”
“You better hurry up then.”, Harry says, picking up his phone and settling back with his head on the pillow. It took you exactly seven more minutes to complete the assignment.
“I’m done! You can’t deny me kisses now.” You keep your laptop away before falling into Harry’s open arms. You sigh as your head hits the soft pillow, and you realize just how exhausted you are when you feel your heavy eyelids.
“I don’t think I ever can.”, Harry hums, chuckling as you snuggle into his chest like a little kitten seeking comfort. His arms hold you snug to his chest as his face lowers to press soft kisses to your hair and your cheeks. “I missed you.”
You know he didn’t just mean today. It’s been almost two weeks since you’ve been in this hectic schedule and you haven’t been able to see Harry as often. You’re either too tired or have lots of work to do after you get home from uni, so you haven’t been spending much time with your boyfriend.
You bring a hand up to cup his cheek, your thumb stroking over his soft skin. “I’m sorry, babe. I miss you too. I just have so much to do and-”, you sigh.
“-Hey, I understand love, know you’re working hard.”, he rubs circles onto your lower back and you almost moan at how good it feels. “I’m just worried about you. You barely sleep, barely eat during the day, step out of the house only to go to uni…”
“I do eat and sleep.”, you tell him, pecking his pink lips. “It’s gonna be hectic only for another week, the projects should be over by then.”
He hummed. “Would you be free tomorrow night? It’s Friday. Mitch and Sarah have been wanting to meet you.”
Mitch and Sarah were two of his best friends, and you’ve wanted to meet them too. Like he said, it was Friday, so you’d have time to catch up on your studies on Saturday and Sunday. Harry was just asking you, but you could see he really wanted you to go. You haven’t had a night out in a while too, so you agree.
“Okay, I’ll meet them.”
Harry cheers, making you giggle and kiss his cheek. “They’re so excited to meet you! I love you.”
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You weren’t expecting to fall sick when you got up that morning. You did feel a little less energetic, but that was normal by now, so you brushed it off. You attended your classes, and when it was around lunch time, your throat was parched even though you kept sipping on water and your eyes were getting watery.
You didn’t feel like eating, so you skipped lunch, which led to a headache and you were just feeling horrible when you got back home that day. You were relieved to be back, and you fell into bed immediately, not bothering to change. God, you hated being sick. It makes you so weak and you can’t get anything done. You take a small nap, hoping to wake up feeling better.
You had kept an alarm to wake up an hour and a half before the time Harry said he would come to pick you up for the night out, but you slept right through it. You didn’t wake up even when Harry stepped into your flat, using your other pair of keys and called out your name.
He was ten minutes late himself, and he was surprised to see that you weren’t ready yet.
“y/n?”, he says. “Babe why aren’t you ready, we should be there in twenty minutes!”
You rub your eyes, slowly coming out of sleep. “Oh…shit.”, you remember when you see Harry already standing in front of you. “I s-slept through the alarm.”
“It’s fine, I’ll tell them we’ll be a bit late. You should get ready.”, Harry said, already pulling out his phone.
You sit up, groaning as your muscles ache. Your head was throbbing, and you felt like your body was on your fire. You knew you wouldn’t make it through the night even if you tried.
“Harry? I think you should go alone, I’ll meet them some other time..”, you say softly.
Harry bites his lip. “Seriously? You’re telling me now? I asked you last night, y/n!”
“I know I’m sorry, I just-”
“-I try to be understanding but it’s not gonna work if I’m the only one putting in effort, y/n. I didn’t tell you anything, I didn’t complain about you not spending time with me, I just asked if you could go out with me for one night and you can’t.”, Harry scoffs, walking back and forth.
Your eyes well up with tears from your sickness, and Harry’s words. You get up, even though you felt like you would crumble like a sack of potatoes if you did.
“Harry, I’m sorry, I don’t-”
“-No. I don’t want to hear it, y/n. I talk to them about you all the time and they were so excited to meet you, you know? Now you want to cancel. I don’t get it, what’s going to happen if you go out for one night?” He stops to look at you.
That’s when your head spins. You feel like the whole world is turning upside down and you reach a hand out to grip something, but you only found air.
Harry was fuming, but he only then noticed that you weren’t looking too good. Your skin was pale and prickly with sweat, you were unsteady on your feet and your voice was breaking as you whimpered his name for help, “H-Harry.”
“Fuck.”, he cursed, and rushed to you, strong arms holding you before your knees gave out. You grip his sleeve as he makes you sit back down on the bed. “y/n? Baby, are you okay?”
You manage a weak hum in response. Harry’s hand cups your forehead, pressing your head back against his arm. “Jesus, you’re burning up. Why didn’t you tell me you’re sick?”
If you had the energy, you could have punched him. “Y-You didn’t give me the chance.”
“I’m an asshole.”, Harry muttered, green eyes washing over you with worry as he settles you back into bed.
“You are.”, you agree, shivering as his cold fingers brush against your forehead, stroking back some of your hair. “I really wanted to go out too, you know. I should’ve let you know earlier that I was sick but I thought I could pull through..” You winced, bringing a hand up to your head. You always get bad headaches when you’re sick.
“Shh..did you take any medicine? Should I take you to the doctor?”, Harry asks, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
“No..think I’ll be fine, just gonna sleep. You should go.”, you said softly.
“Leaving you like this alone? No. I’m gonna take care of you. I’ll call Mitch and let him know we can’t make it. We’ll do it some other time.”
“I really am sorry. I-I was just trying to finish everything during the week so I could spend the weekend with you. Didn’t mean to make you upset, Harry.”, you whisper, and Harry shakes his head, stroking away a small tear that runs down your cheek with your thumb.
“Don’t apologize, love, you did nothing wrong. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. You’re working hard to get where you want to be, and I’ll always support you. I should’ve realized you’re gonna get yourself sick.” He tsked, taking your hand and kissing your fingertips. “Do you forgive me?”
You smiled and nodded, leaning into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. “My poor baby. Are you sure you’re okay? Not dizzy right?”
“Yeah, I’m not dizzy anymore, think I just got up too fast.”, you mumble into his shoulder.
“I’ll get you some medicine and make you some soup. Then we’ll cuddle in bed for the rest of the night.”, Harry says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Tomorrow, when you’re feeling a bit better, we’re gonna make a proper schedule together, okay? I can’t have you feeling so stressed out and falling ill again.”
“Okay.”, you smile. Harry got out of bed and tucked the blanket over you. You curled up and closed your eyes. “Come back soon..”
“Promise I will.”
He found you some medicine and made you take it, then brought a cold cloth to your forehead. You flinched at the cold, and he hushed you softly, “Shh, relax sweetheart, we’ve gotta get your temperature down.” He lays the cloth across your forehead. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
After the initial cold, it did feel relaxing. You sigh and hum in agreement. You were getting drowsy again. Harry smiles and kisses your nose. “I’ll be back with your soup by the time you take a little nap.”
Harry wakes you up with a bowl of steaming hot soup after some time, and he helps you sit up, placing pillows behind your back. He slides into bed next to you, holding the tray that had the bowl of soup.
He blows on a spoonful before bringing it to your lips, other hand cupping under your chin to catch any excess that dribbles down. “I tried my best, it’s my mum’s recipe.”, he says, eyes hopeful as you swallow it down.
The hot liquid was soothing for your sore throat, and the flavors were actually very nice. He raises his eyebrows in question.
“It’s really good, thank you.”, you smile, pinching his cheek gently. A grin takes over his face as he brings up another spoon. “I can eat by myself, you know.”
“I want to feed you.”
Harry feeds you the rest of the soup while he talks to you, then goes back to the kitchen to clear everything before falling in bed with you.
“Did you eat?”, you ask, placing your head on his chest and looking up at him.
“I did, sweet girl. While making your soup.”, he says, pressing a kiss to your hair, his fingers starting to massage your scalp. He chuckles when you let out a soft groan.
“How’s your head now? Are you feeling a little better?”, he checks, his other hand running up and down your back.
“Uh huh, think your soup’s got the magic.”, you whisper, eyes already starting to flutter close. Harry laughs, nudging his nose against your cheek. “I put some magic in it, it’s called love.”
“Oh?”
“Mhm, and it’s special, only for you.”, he says, pressing feather soft kisses against the side of your face. “Gonna nurse my girl back to health in no time.”
“I love you.”, you say, your hand tucking under his side as he pulls you closer. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“No need to thank me, gonna do it for the rest of my life.”, he promises, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, y/n.”
You gasped. “What?”, he asks, worrying if you were going to throw up or something.
“You kissed me, idiot! Now you’re gonna get sick too.”
Harry laughs, taking your chin and giving you another kiss, making you slap his chest, playfully. “I’m big and strong, I don’t get sick.”
“Sure. I remember how you were being a big whiny baby last month when you had the flu.”
“Hush.”, he chuckles as you giggle, touching his forehead to yours. “Go to sleep, my giggly girl.”
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UHM... more subby ethan!! pwetty please 👉👈
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warnings: smut ofc!, subby eth, and public masturbation.
Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.
Ethan Landry x fem!reader
A/N: your wish is my command! ik it's short, i'm sorry, but i really hope you like it!
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Written: December 26th, 2024- December 27th, 2024
Published: December 27th, 2024
Summary: you tease Ethan under the blanket.
wc: 762
Ethan and I were currently at Sam’s, Tara’s, Mindy’s, and Quinn’s shared apartment. It was movie night so we were all in the living room watching “FNAF”. Chad insisted we watch it.
Me and Ethan shared a seat together, sitting on the recliner while everyone else was either on the L shaped couch, or on the floor with blankets. The room was filled with the loudness of the movie coming from the t.v. Everyone was focused on what was playing in front of them, so I took this as my chance. I slipped my hand under our shared blanket and started softly rubbing his inner thigh, Ethan didn’t think much of it so he just smiled softly.
His features looked so pretty, the light from the t.v. making me able to see his eyes and his lips. His lips were always so soft and plump, I just wanna kiss him so bad right now in front of everyone. Ethan was still focused on the moving, I moved my hand to his crotch and that’s when he looked at me. His eyes widened with fear.
“What’re you doing?!” He whispered. I looked at him and smiled innocently before I answered his question. “What’re you talking about?” Ethan rolled his eyes at my statement. He hated when I played dumb, especially to something so obvious. He brushed it off and put his focus back on the movie.
I slipped my hand under his sweats and rubbed him through his boxers as I felt his abs flex. He covered up his moan with a cough as everyone looked over at him. “You okay?” Chad asked while placing some popcorn in his mouth. “I’m fine.” Ethan hurriedly said. I smirked at him while he gave me a warning look. I didn’t care though, I wanted to tease him just like he does to me all the time.
I now slipped my hand under his boxers, I slowly stroked him up and down. His whole body jolted as played his moan off as a cough again. “Dude, seriously, are you okay?” Chad asked again, genuinely concerned for his friend. Tara then looked at me like she was trying to figure something out but she eventually went back to focusing on the movie.
I started rubbing my thumb on his tip as I felt precum coming out. Ethan now placed his head in his hands so no one can see his face twist in pleasure. “How do you feel?” I whispered in his ear teasingly. He raised his head back up and looked at me with pleading eyes. I raised my eyebrow at him waiting for him to say something. “Please stop.” He whined. “Why should I stop?” I whispered as I squeezed his cock. Ethan’s body jolted again.
“Because we’re in front of people!” He said. He looked at me like I was crazy but he teases me all the time in public. I ignored him and kept stroking him, his precum was flowing down his cock and onto my hand. He threw his head back on the couch still trying to hold in moans. This is most the hardest thing he’s ever been through.
I slowed my pace as he brought his head back down. “When we get home..im gonna make you cum and beg all night.” My words filled with lust. I felt his dick twitch and that’s when I knew he was close. I quietly chuckled at him, poor boy was going through it right now.
“When we get home I’ll let you cum in me all night.” I seductively said. That’s when Ethan lost it, he came all over my hand. “Shit!” He loudly said. “Dude, what the fuck.” Mindy said with her hands raised. The attention was on the both of us now.
“I-I’m sorry! My hand started cramping.” Ethan stuttered. Tara just looked at me and smirk.
An hour later movie night was over, everyone was saying their goodbyes and good nights. Ethan was in the kitchen talking to Chad as Tara walked over to me. “Seriously? Jerking off your boyfriend in front of everyone?” She laughed. I started laughing with her before I spoke up.
“How the hell did you know?!” I asked with shock written all over my face. “Girl! I saw your hand moving under the blanket, and the way he was breathing? It was so obvious! I don’t know how nobody else noticed.” She explained.
“I’m sorry.” I giggled as she just shook her head at me.
“You freaky girl!” Tara teased as we both started laughing really hard.
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I should have written it here why did I write it in tags ofc I was gonna yap to high heaven.
Reblogging it so I can SS and continue my yapping-
This scene from -STRIVE-'s story's epilogue has always been so nice to me
It perfectly encapsulates both Faust and Chronus with just one sentence and feels unique to the other epilogue scenes. It feels like it was written JUST for these two.
Faust was forgiven for his sins as a serial killer (likely Doctor Baldhead. I mean, the rare fish with his bag on it is literally called "Dr. Octohead", it can't get much more obvious) and brought peace to the world with his healing. The best example of this I can think of is Leo going from calling him "the unlicensed doctor" in Faust's arcade mode, to discussing strategy in the same room as him.
As for Chronus, while he hasn't had time to do too much just yet, the seeds are already planted for his redemption. The first step was Faust choosing not to kill Chronus when they met at the end of Xrd SIGN's story. On it's own, this didn't mean much, since all Faust wanted from Chronus was answers about the Japanese colony, however, by the time we reach Faust's Revelator arcade mode, things have changed. They aren't exactly "friends", but it's clear that they're now working toward the same goal: figure out what's going on in the Japanese colony. By the end of it, however, not only si Faust actively protecting Chronus from Leo, Chronus even sits down and has tea while Faust calls Haehyun!
Also, side note, but, I find it really funny that Chronus just slides across the screen when they run away from Leo, I have no idea why they didn't just speed up his walking animation.
Back to the main topic, in my opinion, it's this tiny bit of forgiveness that pushes Chronus to do more than he has to. Sure, he could just sit in the Japanese colony all day, but he doesn't, he goes out on his own to save Asuka from Absolute Defense: Felion (btw, I am 100% certain that Chronus invented that technique and no one can convince me otherwise). This action, of course, helps bring peace to the world of GG, as Asuka was VITAL to stopping the revival of Justice in Revelator.
TL;DR: Chronus for -STRIVE-, Chronus cool, line from -STRIVE- epilogue cool
#when i finally watched strice i thought the end credits were gonna go hard (they still did. i love sol's speech)#it's just Oh! Wow they perfectly lined up that part of his speech with my two beloveds and nothing else sjdbsj#If I had to choose 'a favourite scene' of Faust it might be this one Because of all that it implies#LIKE AAAAA#He was so cold to him in Sign. When Chronus said Faust could kill him Faust basically went#“If you wanna kill yourself do it later. i got questions.”#without any regard for the man's. mental state.#i don't think Faust knew that Chronus was an Apostle. And I don't know if he knows how long this all took.#Faust that was the man's whole last 200~ years. life's work. he just lost in front of his eyes. that his colleague extended his life-#for him to be the one to go to Asuka to ask him to save humanity#Like Faust's behaviour towards Chronus is completely warranted considering Everything. Especially Faust because the whole. Child murder.#But also Ouch! For Chronus.#anywya. the way they're walking in the desert now compared to how they walked in Faust's Rev Arcade mode?#like ofc it's partially because of Faust's whole thing with Delilah. But he seems so relaxed. Comfortable with his company.#<- guy that cant read body language for shit dont. take this without salt#BUT ALSO ADDED WITH THE FACT THAT THIS LINE HAPPENS WITH THEM??? LIKE OHHH FAUST YOU KIND MAN. FAUST IS SO GREAT FOR THIS WORLD.#I'm so sure Humanity as a whole is still 🤨 not trusting abt Chronus at all.#he's not like Asuka he can't go to G4 to start having government trust him because of Tome and then do a radio show#he's still gonna be viewed very poorly by the public. he don't got Chaos as an excuse like Ariels did either. he's gonna have a journey.#while everyone that was just about to be under his thumb are gonna start hating on the guy.#We know by this point Faust is kinda pardoned by the government to do his doctor stuff illegally. Ram in Faust's arcade mode.#but I feel like the government and law are gonna take much more convincing when it comes to War Criminal That Tried To Take Over The World-#Like A Month Or Two Ago Chronus#And if Chronus is still (highly likely) to be chased by law FAUST IS STILL STICKING BY HIM WILLINGLY#i love this scene because they're not just together for 'end of the world business' anymore.#if it was only professional they would have parted ways. but No! They're still Together!! They've bonded in some form!!#<- which I'm really glad for Chronus' sake because he lost all his friends/polycule/whatever Conclave was to each other-#in the span of LIKE THREE MONTHS#and I'm sure he isnt like full on enemies with Asuka. just opposing ideologies that he respects.#like Light and L type of Ooh this guy Gets Me but there isn't any true hatred. just that the world is at stake and they have diff answers.
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sleepover at the sturniolos
* it’s 3am and you can’t sleep, so you go into chris’s room to see if he’s awake, you were having a sleepover with nick . chris was sleeping but you accidentally woke him up while opening the door.
* warning * > smut, inappropriate language, r18+
* not proof read & unfinished so might a part 2 :) *
“hm?” he mumbles as his eyes are still half closed
“hi, sorry. i thought u might’ve already been awake” i say quietly so i don’t wake him up fully so he can go back to bed
“ y/n?, what u want?..” he mumbles half annoyed for waking him up”
“oh i just couldn’t sleep and i wanted to see if u were awake but i’ll go” as i walk away a bit embarrassed since ive always had a lil crush on chris but he sounded like he didn’t want me in his room
“where u going? im awake now, come sit down.” he said with a slight yawn as he rubs his eyes
a let out a little chuckle “you know, you’ve always looked cute when you do that”
“hey .. im tryin to be annoyed at you right now” he says looking at you with a sleepy glare
“you’re funny” i say sarcastically as i hit his arm playfully
"yeah yeah whatever ... you still didn't tell me what you wanted to wake me up at 3am for.?" he said with a huff as he sat up
“oh um.. i just wanted to talk to you, thats all” i say nervously as my cheeks start to red up
"couldn't even wait for the morning to do it?" he said with a yawn as he stretched out his arms
i catch myself staring at his arms while he stretched them
“hey? y/n? im up here?” chris said confused
“oh yeah, sorry.. um what were you saying?” i said while getting caught off guard
“were u just checking me out?” chris asked as he started to grin
“no what? what are you talking about?” as i look all around the room not even being able to make eye contact with him
“its okay if u were, i get it all the time” chris said all confidentiality
i roll my eyes and i still deny it even tho i definitely was, i mean look at him. hes beautiful.
chris keeps eyeing me with his bright blue eyes as all im wearing is a lacy white bralette and white matching shorts that barely cover anything
chris then asks “are u cold? come move here instead of sitting at the end of the bed”
i look at him and smile as a make my way up on his bed, crawling on my hands and knees as i go to sit down my ass gently brushes again his leg as he put his hands on my waist to make sure im comfortable
“warmer yeah? under the blanket. i don’t even know how you’re only wearing that” chris says as hes still eyeing up and down you’re body and face
i still can’t make eye contact with him. i let out a giggle “yeah its warmer now”
“hey, y/n. look at me for a second” chris says gently
i go to look up at him
he gently moves the hair that was in my face and tucks it behind my ear and he moves his hand down to caress my face
“you’re a beautiful girl you know, i don’t think ive ever told you that” chris says
my face goes all red “really” i say all nervously
“of course y/n, why would i lie?” chris says with a grin on his face
as i lean in closer i say “you know i’ve always liked yo-“
he cuts you off by putting his thumb on ur lip while speaking
“i know y/n. why else would you have come into my room? im smarter than you think” chris says
chris leans into me to kiss me
i pull back quickly “are u sure? we can’t tell anyone about this?” i say nervously cause i don’t want my bestfriend to know that im about to get with his brother.
“duh, i know that, you think I ^want^ the guys to find out and endlessly tease us for it?” he says as he goes to lean back in
“chris wait, what are we gonna do if they find out? i don’t want everyone to hate me”
“y/n, no one could ever hate you but i will beat their asses, and then they’ll likely tease us relentlessly and make kissy face and other hand gestures for the next 5 years” chris says jokingly
i laugh a little a bit but i look up at him again as he’s staring into my eyes “just shutup and kiss me already then” i say quietly
he rolled his eyes and chuckled “you’re so demanding..” he mumbled as he leaned down and kissed you gently
as we start to makeout he grabs my face with one hand and the other hand places on my waist to pull me up onto his lap.
i pull away for a second to make sure that we arent rushing this “are we going to fast with this?”
he stopped and looked at you, a look of concern on his face at your concern “i- i don’t know… are we? i just don’t want you to feel pressured at all..” chris says
“i don’t feel pressured at all, i just want you. i just wanted to make sure you’re okay with this” i say nervously
he smiled at you softly “and I want you too, god you’ve got no idea how long i’ve wanted you but just.. are you sure you want to keep going? i just want to make sure you’re completely comfortable with this” chris says as he looks at you directly into his eyes
“yes i want you to keep going”
chris face lightens up with a grin as he begins to move your underwear to the side and starts to rub against your clit. “y/n, i didn’t know you get this wet”
“its super embarrassing” i say as i look down at him
“no what, its hot” chris says as he begins to kiss your neck gently and rub against your clit again
“fuckk you make me feel so good chris” i say while moaning
he chuckled softly at how wrecked you’re sounding, he continues rubbing his hand over you, his eyes looking over your body as you sit on top of him “and im only just starting” chris says
i start to grind against him as he still has his fingers on my clit and i start to moan his name louder
he smiles and continues rubbing against you, watching lovingly as you continue to moan his name, god he could never tire of how wrecked you sound right now “god, if you keep saying my name like that you’re gonna kill me y/n”
i grab his face to makeout with him aggressively
he groaned as you did, and his hands roamed your body, pulling you closer to him as his tongue explored your mouth, his fingers gently digging into your hips as he pushed his body against yours
i start to kiss his neck, marking my way down to his waist
he groaned and tilted his head to the side to let you kiss his neck, one of his hands moving to rake through your hair, his breathing getting a little heavier as your lips went farther down his body
“let me make you feel good chris, its your turn now” i say seductively while giving him the fuck me eyes and im down near his waist band
he chuckled and nodded his head “be my guest, go for it baby, im not stopping you” chris says sarcastically
i go to pull down his sweats and his underwear as his hard cock whips out i start to stroke it while looking up at him and he has his hands lifting up my hair
he groans as you do, tilting his head back a little before he leans his head back to look down at you, his eyes half lidded as he looks at you with a slight smirk “mm.. you sure you don’t just want me to make you feel good y/n?”
“just stop talking” i say as i place my tongue onto his cock and start to lick it up and down while stroking it
he chuckled again as he did as you told him, though his breath did hitch as you continued to stroke him, his hands gripping at your shoulders to help keep himself upright, his eyes looking over your body as you knelt down in front
i crawl my way back up to him to kiss him gently
he moans against your lips as you kiss him, both of his hands going to your hips, gripping and holding them firmly as he pulls you flush against him* “mm.. you’re going to kill me y/n” chris struggles to say as he can’t keep his lips of you to talk
i pull back and say sarcastically “you’re kidding right? you’re going to kill me christopherrr”
he chuckled as he pulled your hips down onto his waist “is that so “y/n?” chris says as he chuckles to kiss your neck again
i let out a moan saying “fuckk chris”
he chuckled as he heard the moan, and gripped your ass a bit tighter as you did “mm.. god i love when you make that sound” chris says
i go to kiss him and bite his lip while hes craving his tongue into mine
he groaned again as you bit his lip, and he gave your ass a firm squeeze as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, exploring it with his tongue
i pull away “chris..” i say innocently
he hummed against your lips, as he pulled away a bit so he could look up at you, his eyes looking over your face while his hands continued to wander and grope your body “yeah?” he asks
“should we be doing this?” i say
he chuckled a bit, and he smiled at you softly as he caressed your face “are you getting second thoughts?” he asks gently
“no chris, never. but i just don’t want u to see me differently” i say while carving my nails and looking down onto his chest
he stopped for a moment, and cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him “y/n” why the hell would i see you any differently. you’re one of the best perfect people i’ve ever met before and the nicest and prettiest girl i think i’ve met since moving to la. i don’t want you to ever think that okay?”
are u sure? cause ive always liked you and i just don’t wanna be another hookup for you” i say nervously
he smiled and gently pulled you against his chest, holding you closely as he kissed your forehead gently by “y/n i promise you, you’re definitely more than just another hookup. you’re much, so much better than that. i promise you” chris says as he lifts up his pinky to pinky promise u
i start smiling as i look up at him and look into his eyes
he smiles at you gently, keeping you against his chest as he brings one of his hands up to caress your cheek, his thumb gently tracing your bottom lip “there’s that pretty smile” he says as he leans in to kiss you on the lips gently
#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#chris sturniolo smut#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo smut
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Eating habits*
pairing: theo x fem!reader (preferred house)
genre: fluff x smut
tw: body dysmorphia, eating disorder, swearing, sex, my english
word cunt: 1656
summary: theo notices that you aren’t eating lately, wearing oversized clothes and being sad, so he decides to go to your dorm after the curfew
a/n: so i decided to write this little oneshot to comfort myself about my body. i hope you’ll gonna enjoy it. tysm @sunkissedscribbles for the help<3
other works
dividers by @adornedwithlight
Today at dinner Theo only has eyes for you, what you don’t notice. He sees that you’re just playing with your chicken and mashed potatoes. After a while you stand up, wish goodnight to everyone then go back to your dorm. You quickly take a shower, but stop in front of the mirror, checking yourself out. You’re squeezing your belly, thighs, and arm thinking how fat still you are. After a sigh, you put on your pyjamas - an oversized t-shirt and panties. You curl up under the blanket, waiting to fall asleep.
But, someone starts knocking on the door. Without your permission, they enter the room.
“Y/N? Are you awake?” you immediately recognize the voice and turn to him.
“I am, but what are you doing here?” you look at the clock. “Theo it’s almost midnight,” you shake your head in disbelief. He shuts the door behind him and sits down on your bed, next to you.
“Why didn’t you eat at dinner? You’ve only been eating at lunch, I noticed it. What’s the matter?” he asks gently, looking into your eyes. The only light in the room is the moon peeping through the window, which is perfectly enough to see his worried expression.
“Everything’s okay. No need to worry,” you force a smile onto your lips.
“Y/N, I’m not stupid! It’s obvious, that something has been off lately. Tell me, Y/N! Please!” he almost begs.
“It’s… Nothing, really,” you pull the blanket up to cover your legs and stomach.
“For Merlin’s sake,” he puts a hand on your face, caressing it with his thumb. “You’re my best friend, you can tell me anything cara mia,” this fucking nickname again. He can’t imagine how you feel when he calls you this. As your heart is beating more rapidly, his touch sends shivers down your spine.
You have had a crush on him since fifth year. You always see him with prettier and prettier girls and hear about who he had shagged. With time you became more insecure about your body and started skipping breakfast first and, lately dinner too. You lost some weight, but not enough for your liking. You feel like you’re not enough for him or for anyone else. You have always been the fat, funny friend, who’s unloveable and who no one wants - at least you thought you were - you can’t imagine how your best friend can be insecure with that skinny and muscular body she has, but you understand how she feels. But still… The question is on your mind every moment - why? She’s smart and gorgeous, the boys are head over heels for her. She can play the acoustic and the electric guitar, the piano, she can paint, she writes poems and songs. You want to be like her, but you just can’t. Your body doesn’t let you.
“I hate looking in the mirror but I can't stop doing it,” you say quietly, avoiding eye contact. “I feel like a cow with my fat stomach, thighs and arms. My double chin is not adding beauty to the picture either,” you shut your eyes, breathing heavily. “I feel unloveable, I’m not enough. I’m not enough for you, for our friends,” tears start running down your cheeks.
“Cara mia, you’re beautiful. The most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen in my life,” he wipes your tears away, holding your face in his hands. “And what do you mean by 'you’re not enough for me, and for our friends'?”
“Feels like they look at me differently because I’m not…” he patiently waits for you to continue “I’m not skinny. I’m not muscular either, just fat and maybe funny?” you whisper and finally you look into his eyes.
Theo’s eyes are full of tears and as he closes them, tears are running down his cheeks too. Just like on yours.
“Y/N… I’ve never thought you were feeling like this. But what did you mean by not being enough for me?” he caresses your face.
“You are always with gorgeous girls, shagging them and… I just know I never gonna be like them. I won’t be someone who you are going to like, to want, to love,” you whisper the last few words.
“Y-you love me?” he asks, gobsmacked.
“I love you, Theo. For more than a year now,” you take a deep breath.
“Y/N, first; those girls can never compare to you in my eyes, second; you are the most beautiful, gorgeous girl inside and outside I’ve ever seen, and third; I love you too, cara mia,” he kisses your forehead. You just sit there with your jaw dropped and he can see the surprise in your eyes. “Ah and before I forget, every time I see you, my pants are too tight for me,” a half smile appears on his lips.
Without thinking, you grab the back of his neck and press your lips to his. His lips are so sweet and soft. Your tongues are crashing, then dancing in sync with each other passionately. Theo’s hands push the blanket off you, then start roaming all over your body, slipping under your t-shirt and touching you with pure desire and lust. As his hand approach your breast, immediately clip your nipple between his thumb and index fingers. You moan into the kiss, and Theo has already taken off his shirt and unzipped his pants.
“You aren't wearing underwear, amore. I know you were waiting for me,” he whispers in your ear, kissing and sucking your soft skin from your neck to your collarbone.
Theo takes off your t-shirt and a groan escapes from his mouth as he’s admiring your body. You try to cover your chest with your arms, but he pins both of your hands against your head. He leans onto your nipple and bites it gently, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin of yours. You’re moaning, panting and you feel like some kind of instrument. He's playing on you, and you give him the sounds he wants to hear.
“You’re so perfect, Y/N. I love hearing your voice, I want to make you scream my name. And you will,” he grins and starts going lower, giving kisses every centimetre of your stomach, then he finally arrives between your thighs. “I would like to die between your legs, I would let you choke me with your thighs while my face is buried in your pussy. I would die with happiness,” he murmurs while licking your inner thighs.
You’re shaking as he disappears between your legs and when you first feel his warm tongue teasing your clit, the air stuck in your lungs then comes out with a loud moan. You grab his hair and push his face more into your pussy. Without any warning, two fingers join his tongue and you feel like you’re in heaven.
“Theo!” you almost scream his name as he pushes you closer to the edge.
“Not yet, amore,” he smiles and pulls his fingers out of you. You groan in disappointment. “Look how impatient you are,” he smirks, reaches out for his jeans to take out a condom from his pocket, and gets rid of his pants.
Your lips part in shock as you look at his ‘little’ friend. Man, his dick is big.
“The rumours are true as I see,” you blush and check him out.
“All yours,” he rolls the condom on his penis and positions himself between your legs. “Fuck, I forgot to ask, are you a virgin?” his eyes darken when you don't answer, he hides his face in your neck. “I’m going to be slow and gentle… at first,” he groans as he slowly enters.
You feel the pressure, the pain but he kisses your lips, neck and breasts to make you feel better. When you get used to his size, you lift your hips, to give him permission. He slowly starts moving and you moan when he picks up the pace. The sounds of your bodies connecting give you two euphoria.
“For Merlin’s sake, you’re so perfect, so tight, so hot,” he pants on your lips and kisses you deeply and slowly, and he slows down too. “I want to make love with you, cara mia. We can fuck whenever we want,” he whispers with a smirk and kisses your forehead. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Theo,” the orgasm starts to build in your body and you’re clawing his back.
“Me too, amore. I’m close too,” he whispers and gently bites your neck. You only need him to thrust into you one last time and the orgasm hits you from nowhere, while you’re moaning his name. He groans your name too while your bodies are shaking in the intense pleasure. He rolls off you and quickly throws away the used condom.
“Come here,” he pulls you close to himself and you lean your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“I hope you did it because you love me and not because you’re sorry for me,” you swallow while anxiety climbs up to your throat.
“Cara mia, I love you. If I have to tell you every day, I will. You deserve nothing less than the maximum,” he caresses your hair and gives a kiss into it. “You’re incredible, the perfect woman is next to me. I hope you'll never leave me,” he says quietly, not breaking the intimate moment.
“I love you, Theo. And I'd never do so,” You sigh and snuggle to him, covering yourselves with your blanket. “Sleep with me, please,” you ask him.
“I didn't plan to leave anytime soon,” he chuckles and starts tracing circles on your arm with his finger.
You sigh with relief and his closeness, his smell and the heat coming from his body make you fall asleep faster than you thought.
“Sweet dreams, cara mia,” that’s the last thing you hear before you pass out in his arms.
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Can you do some dark Dean Winchester smut? With an age gap, daddy kink, and virgin reader?
A/n: I can only try, this is my first smut pls don't make fun, plus I dunno how to do the writing color change thingy, cringe ahh title name (plus: this is fictional, I know it's fucked up but honestly I've been through shit like this, and if you don't like it, don't read it, there are multiple fics like this, I'm just doing what people want okay?)
Parings: dean Winchester x fem! Virgin!sub! Reader (I can do a male version if it's not supposed to be fem)
Warnings: age gap (dean is 29 reader is 18, daddy kink, dean forcing reader to call him daddy/dean calling himself daddy, non-con, pain for the reader, forced oral (m!rec), tit palming/slapping, slight choking, kissing, swearing, obviously Dom!dean and sub!fem! Reader, nipple play (for like a second), crying, blood (slightly yk since she's a virgin)
"Please, don't...daddy."
*gif isn't mine I got it from Pinterest*
*readers pov*
Me and dean have been friends for awhile now, he thinks I'm stupid, that I don't know about all the staring or lingering touches when he's fixing up my wounds, I hate the looks, I remember when it all changed, when he changed
*flashback*
I smile as I walk into my house with jo, I jump as everyone shouts surprise at me,my dad, bobby singer walks up to me "wow kid, the big 18, do you feel older yet." He smiles warmly and I smile "uh, yeah I guess." I giggle, dean makes a backhanded joke about me finally being legal,
Sam rolls his eyes "dude, your almost thirty, stop being so gross, you knew her when she was in pigtails." Dean grumbles and hands me a present, telling me to open it later when nobody's around and his hand lingers on my shoulder,
That night I open the gift dean gave me, a fucking vibrator, in the shape of a rose and a photo of him, gripping his clothed hard cock, I quickly throw it under my bed along with the vibrator and I pretend nothing ever happened.
*end of flashback*
I walk into the motel room, I look at dean who's binging through channels on the tv "where's Sam?." I sit down next to him, "gone to get food." I nod and I continue to watch the tv, dean lands on a horror movie,
My eyes wander to the hand he placed on my thigh, I don't move it nor I say anything and I get back to watching the shit gore on the tv, "you know sweetheart, sammy's gonna be gone for a while." He says in his usual flirty tone, his hand sliding more up, I push his hand back down, "so what if he's going to be gone." I say feigning my clueless tone, bile rises in my throat as I feel his eyes move down from my face to my tits, "means we could find other things to do then this shitty ass movie." He grips my thigh tighter, borderlining on pain "d-dean what the fuc-" I'm cut off by his lips on mine,
I try to push him away and get up but he pins me down and he tsk's "no, your not going anywhere, I've waited to fucking long for you, I'm not letting you go now." He smirks and starts to undo and push down his jeans "as much as I want your cunt, I'm gonna use your mouth first."
He manhandles me so I'm on my knees, tears sting my cheeks and he smiles condescendingly, "oh baby, you started this, this is your fault, parading in your short shorts and your tight shirts, wearing no bra thinking I won't notice." He says, gripping my hair with one hand and palming my tits and thumbing at my nipples with the other, against my mind praying for this to stop, my body reacts, my nipples getting hard and my cunt getting wet, he smirks at me, pushing down his jeans, leaving himself in his boxers, the imprint of his dick visible,
He stops palming at my breasts and pulls his boxers down, his hard cock slaps against his stomach, leaking pre-cum at the angry red tip, "open up for daddy." He smirks but I don't, I keep my mouth shut and he gets visibly annoyed, he grips my hair tighter and then his other hand closes my nose, "c'mon baby, you gotta breathe soon." He says in a condescending tone,
I try my hardest but I finally open my mouth to breath, he quickly shoves his cock down my throat, I gag and spit forms around my lips and his length, he lets go of my nose and I try to breathe but its hard, "you know, this all could of been avoided if you didn't play fucking coy with me.", he says as he practically skull fuck's me, gripping my face and hair, thrusting his hips roughly,
After about 5 minutes he finally pulls away, I take a deep breath of air,tears streaming down my face, he roughly pulls me up against him, his cock against my clothed stomach, he pushes me down and sits in between my legs, trying to push my shirt up but I twist and I turn to get away, "c'mon babygirl, the less you resist, the less it'll hurt your little virgin pussy." I whimper at those words,
After what felt like forever of struggling, he finally gets my clothes off of me, leaving me in my panties, "lace...it's like you asked for me to fuck you.", I cry at those words "c'mon baby tell me how much you want this, tell daddy how much you want his big cock to stretch you open." He grins sadistically, I stay silent and dean doesn't like that, I feel his hand strike my left breast, "say it!." He shouts in my face, I whimper and I finally speak with a scared tone, "i-i want d-daddy's big cock to stretch me open." He smirks, "that's a girl.",
"please don't...daddy."
That's all I can say hoping that will please him but before I know it he thrusts into me, pain shoots through my whole body and I start to cry again "awe, baby don't cry, daddy's got you." He says as he fuck's me faster, taking away the one thing I thought I could control, but I can't, I'm helpless as he takes it from me, I feel liquid down at my pussy and I look down, I notice the crimson liquid leak down my cunt,
"I fucking knew you would bleed, don't worry sweetheart, it won't hurt that much anymore.", he says as he fuck's me harder, it hurts, no pleasure from it, I beg for him to stop, I cry to god that it'll be over soon and before I know it, I feel him pull out and his cum spurt on my tits and stomach, I feel dirty as dean kisses me before he flops down beside me and cuddles me, like he didn't just destroy me, exhaustion takes over me, before I slip into sleep I hear dean mutter something and I fall asleep.
*the end*
(a/n: my first smut, I hope it was good, if there is any mistakes or anything you didn't like please tell me, I'm sorry it's so short, I wrote this at 1am.)
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Can Anybody See Me? Part 11
This one is a bit angsty. Steve has a panic attack, so if that bothers you, you can skip it. It’s just a soft interlude with Eddie and Steve. And of course a bit recreational drug use. Also every school needs an urban legend or ghost story.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
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Steve loved drama and the play. He did not love his pottery class. The teacher Mr Lovett had taken an instant dislike to the fact that Steve had joined his class half way through the first semester and therefore missed all the fundamentals.
And worse Mrs Hall refused to let him change it at the start of the new semester. So he was stuck in a class he knew nothing about, where the teacher hated him, the other students ignored him, and he was pretty sure he was failing.
“Look,” Steve told Mrs Hall. “I just want to know if I fail pottery if I’m still going to graduate. That’s it and then I will be out of your hair until graduation. I swear it.”
Mrs Hall sighed and went looking through her file on him, clicking her tongue as she thumbed through his transcripts.
“If pass all your other classes and get above a C+ in drama, you should still graduate,” she said after several minutes of cold silence.
Steve sighed in relief. Those involved with the play were given automatic passing grades, so as long he did the other assignments, he was on track to graduate.
“Thank you, Mrs Hall.”
He stood up and began to walk to the door when she called out to him.
“Mr Harrington,” Mrs Hall said, “I know boys will do whatever they want, but please stay away from Edmond Munson. That boy and his little cult of Satanic worshiping D&D lovers will only cause you further ostracization of your peers.”
Steve blinked. “I beg your pardon, ma’am, but before Eddie took me under his wing, I was friendless and alone”
Mrs Hall tutted. “Better to be friendless and alone than to be caught up in a cult.”
He frowned in confusion and hurt. “Are you going to tell my parents?”
“I should,” she sneered. “But I could get into a lot of trouble if I do, so I will stay out of it. You only have a few more months of school anyway. But know that I will keep my eyes on you.” She wagged her finger at him and then shooed him away.
Steve ran to the bathroom and slammed the stall door shut. He forced himself to breathe like Eddie taught him, but he couldn’t get his breath under control. He heard someone enter and start pissing.
Steve tried to keep quiet but his breathing made it hard. There was the sound of running water and suddenly he couldn’t hear anything else. It was like water rushing around his head. He let out a strangled cry, thinking that whoever was out there had gone.
But he was wrong.
“Hey, is there someone in here?” Eddie asked.
Steve let out another sob but this time in relief.
“Steve?” Eddie whispered.
He tried to get a word out, but all that came was wordless gurgling.
“Shit!”
Steve could hear Eddie run out the door and the relief he felt crumbled to dust. He started sobbing and couldn’t stop.
“Steve?” Eddie’s voice came again. “Hey, sweetheart, can you open the door for me?”
Steve struggled for a moment or two before he managed to get the door latch free for the door swing open. He stumbled out, right into Eddie’s arms.
Eddie managed to keep them upright but barely. “Holy shit, are you okay?”
Steve shook his head.
“Hey, hey,” Eddie cooed. “I’ve gotcha, big boy.” He led them over them to sit on the floor.
“Aren’t you worried someone’s gonna come in?” Steve asked after a moment of just sitting in silence.
“Nah!” Eddie said with a grin. “I put out the ‘Out of Order’ sign. We’ll be good for a while.”
Steve frowned for a moment. “So that’s where you ran off to.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow and then the other shot up to join it. “Did you think that I ran out on you?”
Steve curled in on himself. “Everyone else does.”
“Except your kids,” Eddie pointed out. “And except me. Okay?” He put his arm around him and drew him close. “You want to talk about what happened just now?”
“I had my meeting with Mrs Hall,” Steve mumbled.
“Yeah?” Eddie said. “She let you out of pottery?”
Steve shook his head. “She still refuses. I think she’s in cahoots with Mr Lovett to my senior year as miserable as possible.”
Eddie tucked Steve’s head under his chin. “That’s just bullshit, sweetheart. I’m sorry this year has been so bad for you.”
Steve was quiet for a moment. He raised his head to look Eddie in the eye. “And then she had the gall to suggest that being friends with you was worse than being alone.”
Eddie’s eyes went wide. “She did what?”
Steve nodded. “If it didn’t mean detention and the possibility of not being able to graduate on time, I would have told her fuck off.”
Eddie kissed the top of Steve’s head. “I am a bad influence on you, you know.”
Steve chuckled. “Don’t care. I think you and your friends were the first people to like me for me instead of the Harrington name.”
Eddie grinned. “What the matter, Stevie? Don’t like being a Harrington?”
He shook his head. “Hell no, I’d change if I could.”
“How about Munson?” Eddie teased.
Steve laughed out right. “I think you skipped twelve steps there. At least buy me dinner first.”
Eddie blushed as Steve lowered his head on his shoulder and sighed.
“I should get back to class,” he murmured, “but I don’t think I can face other people right now.”
“So don’t,” Eddie said, standing up. He pulled Steve to his feet. “Come on, you and I are playing hooky!”
“Eddie!” Steve laughed, but let him pull him along.
They got out to Eddie’s van, breathless and giggling.
“Where to?” Steve asked as he yanked open the passenger side door.
Eddie just grinned. “I know just the place.”
They started driving and Steve could feel the weight of the world lift from his shoulders the farther they got from the high school.
“Thanks for the assist, Eds,” he said softly. “It’s nice knowing people care.”
Eddie shook his head. “Don’t thank me for being a decent human being, man. It’s embarrassing.”
Steve laughed. “Still a nice feeling.”
They drove the rest of the way in silence. They got out to Lover’s Lake and to a nice boat house.
“I know the owner,” Eddie said. “So sometimes I like to come out here and think. Just look at the water and let it take away all my troubles.”
Steve sat there and listened to the wind on the water.
Eddie pulled out a pack of cigarettes from somewhere. “You smoke?”
Steve nodded and took one off of him.
Eddie patted his coat and pants, cigarette dangling from his lips. “Shit. I think I left my lighter out in the van.”
Steve dug into his pocket and pulled out his Zippo. He lit Eddie’s cigarette first and then his own.
“Thanks, man,” Eddie said.
Steve shrugged. “Not a problem. You provided the smoke, I provided the light.”
Eddie huffed out a laugh. “Fair enough.”
They sat there in comfortable silence for a while.
“You know, it’s forced conformity that made Mrs Hall who she is,” Eddie said.
“What’s that?” Steve asked.
“You must have missed some of my table rants, then.”
Steve shook his head. “I try not stare at pretty boys when they’re drawing attention to themselves. It makes the whole not straight thing a little more obvious. Especially since that was something I knew wasn’t what straight boys did.”
Eddie leaned into his space. “You think I’m pretty, Harrington?”
Steve fobbed him off with his elbow. “You know you are, man. You don’t need me to say it.”
“Joke’s on you, pretty boy,” Eddie cooed. “Flattery works on me.”
Steve blushed and ducked his head. “Duly noted.”
Eddie cackled.
After they finished their cigarettes, Eddie went digging around the boat house.
“Ah ha!” he said triumphantly, holding up a bag of weed. “You partake, Stevie?”
Steve rolled his eyes. “I have been to a Tommy H party at least once or twice in my life.”
“Ahhh...” Eddie sighed happily. “One of my best customers.”
Steve giggled. “You got any papers to roll or are we just going to light it on fire and try to get high on the fumes?”
Eddie laughed. He tossed Steve the bag and continued to dig around some more. He pulled out another prize with a “Eureka!”
He shows the bong to Steve with a feral grin.
“Yeah, okay,” Steve said a startled laugh. “That works.”
They passed it back and forth, slowly getting high.
“So what’s forced conformity?” Steve asked after a few minutes.
Eddie hummed and then said, “Oh. It’s this theory I have. Parents, teachers, school counselors trying to force kids into specific boxes. Skinny, scrably kid? Must be a nerd and likes science. Only the kid hates science and math. Maybe he likes art and music. Something that schools are always trying to get rid of by the way. When there are budget cuts, those are always, always the first to be axed.
“Music is also something that is hotly contested. Don’t talk about sex or drugs or even feeling sad, really. Stay in the correct societal lines. No jazz or rock or metal. Just country or pop. Even though those two genres would be nothing without the jazz or blues. Black people’s music...”
Eddie continued to rant as Steve watched him wave his hands around in obvious enthusiasm.
“Does that make sense?” he said after a long time.
Steve who had been mildly buzzed throughout the whole thing nodded. “I think so. And I think...” he frowned. He looked up at Eddie with shining eyes and quivering lip. “I don’t know what I am. Sexually, I mean.”
Eddie sat up. “You don’t have to decide anything right now. You clearly are attracted to men. Does that mean that you aren’t attracted to women? Not necessarily. Like Marty likes both, but he prefers men. Uh...another person I know. They don’t go here obviously. But they prefer women. But every once in a while, they find a man that lights up their world and they go for it.” He huffed out a laugh. “Despite what the name suggests, bisexuality isn’t 50/50.”
Steve frowned. “Huh. Okay. That gives more to think about.”
Eddie shook his head. “You’re still in high school, dude. You have your whole life to figure this out.”
Steve’s answering smile was effervescent. “Thanks, Eds. For all of this today. I just needed to get out of my head for awhile.”
Eddie gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze. “Any time, Stevie.” He stood up and dusted himself off. “Come on, I should get you back to the school to pick up your car.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah, otherwise the auto-body club will strip it for parts and leave it on concrete blocks by morning.”
Eddie laughed. “Yeah, let’s go with that.”
“It’s true!” Steve protested as he got up to follow him.
“It’s really not,” Eddie said. “It’s an urban legend.”
“Come on...” Steve said.
Eddie just shook his head and led them back to civilization.
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Chapter 16: BEACH EPISODE WOOOO
(Authors note to self: Needs more fanservice)
As a way of thanking everyone for coming back to the guild and forgiving him, he had set up a beach day for all of them, where they could visit the coast and play in the sand a bit for some quality bonding time. This excited Rogue immensely, he could barely sleep the night before at the idea of Sting practically being naked and covered in ocean water. Oh yeah and the fun stuff too. When the next morning arrived, Rogue shot out of the bed and began preparing. He got his backpack and packed it with: Sun cream, a book about dragons, fresh, another book about dragons, 2 pairs of swimming trunks, etc.
BZZT! His flipfiorne vibrated from a message in the newly formed Sabertooth club groupchat. Several more vibrations followed.
Sting: “Does 2pm suit every1?”
Yukino: “Totes, can my bf come? 😊”
Sting: “K. @Minerva, I got a 6 pack 4 u like u asked”
Minerva: “Gud, won’t come otherwise”
Rogue decided to make his own contribution.
Rogue: “Who’s gonna mind da car’s while we play :P?”
Sting: “Doug can mind ur catto (thumbs up emoji)”
Rogue: “Ok… :3”
Rogue really didn’t trust Doug, not with how fresh had been acting lately. It felt as though once every few days Rogue would catch Fresh with a can of beer pretending to act drunk, while staring at Rogue and grinning, just like Doug does, it worried him. But that didn’t matter, today was for him and Sting to have some fun. His phone vibrated and he was very surprised to see Lilac was online for once.
Lilac: “2pm suits me”
Everyone gave their own shocked reactions to her presence, it didn’t affect Rogue quite as much though since he had joined for the least amount of time, so he turned his phone off and put it in his backpack. He waited for 3 hours before finally leaving since he got ready really early. When he arrived at the beach he headed to a public bathroom and got out of his clothes and slipping on both pairs of swimming trunks (you never know what might happen).
He stepped out to see everyone was having fun, Fresh had somehow escaped his backpack and was making sandcastles with Doug and Minerva. Sting was setting up a volleyball net with help from who he assumed was Lilac. Off to the side was Sorano, Yukino and her boyfriend, all on a blanket. Yukino’s boyfriend was sat behind her putting some sun cream on. Rogue was a tad confused, he always thought that Sorano absolutely hated Yukino’s boyfriend, he decided before he talked to Sting he’d warm up a bit by investigating whatever was going on, so he headed over and sat down on the remaining space of the blanket.
“Hi Rogue!” Yukino greeted Rogue cheerily
“Hey” Sorano said, smiling slightly
“I thought you hated yukino’s boyfriend, did something change?” Rogue asks Sorano, she frowns slightly and begins to explain, “After breaking up with Sting I wondered for quite a while why the relationship couldn’t be like Yukino’s, eventually I realised that maybe they were just perfect for eachother, and anyone who can make Yukino this happy is good in my books. No matter how annoyingly loud they are.”
The two lovers blush slightly at Soranos words but focus on talking to eachother. Rogue nods along, “Wow…” he wonders what it would be like if it were he and rogue in Yukino and her boyfriend’s place, he would get to feel Sting’s muscular body under his hands. He shook his head and left his day-dreaming state, standing up, “Well, have fun I guess…”
He headed over to Sting who was playing beach volleyball with Lilac now. After their current game, Sting looked over to Rogue and grinned, waving, “Hey Rogue! Glad you could make it! Now that everyone’s here, we can start the beach volleyball tournament!” So everyone gathered round to sort themselves into teams. Then Minerva piped up, “Sting, since you’re the sports nerd out of us you need a bad teammate to balance it out.” Sting thought for a moment then nodded in agreement, putting his strong, firm, large hands on Rogue’s shoulder. “I’ll team up with Rogue since he doesn’t do many sports.”
Rogue blushed like the red dragons in the books he left in his backpack. Did Sting really say he thought Rogue was worthy of being THE legendary Sting’s teammate in beach volleyball, one of the most competitive games of all time? Was Rogue truly a worthy adversary to the legendary Sting Eucliffe? Could he do him proud? His thoughts were interrupted by Lilac speaking, “Hey wait, where’s Yukino and her boyfriend?”
Sorano shrugged with a smile on her face, “They went off on their own to explore the sand dunes on their own, cant blame them, last time Yukino played beach volley ball it didn’t go so well for her face.”
“Fair enough” Sting responded as he began to put the others into teams. Lilac and Sorano would be in a team together, and since Doug and Fresh were both cats, they would both be on a team with the incredibly drunk Minerva.
And so, the games began. First it was Lilac and Sorano up against Rogue and Sting. Rogue made sure to keep a good distance from Sting so he didn’t faint mid game. Sting started off by serving and Lilac returned it with little difficulty. Sting followed by hitting it towards sorano who didn’t react in time, getting Sting and Rogue the point. The games continued until it was 4-4, Sting had been carrying the team but Lilac and Sorano played well too. Rogue had yet to touch the ball. Until it hit him square in the face. During a crucial moment, sorano hit the ball towards Rogue to catch him off guard and did, but when the ball collided with his face it was launched in the air, giving Sting a chance to Spike it and get them the victory. Rogue lay on the floor in surprise as Fresh came over.
“Well done Rogue! Ribbit!” They said. Rogue smiled and reached his hand up, stroking the back of the cats head before standing up and moving away as Fresh, doug and Minerva got on to play against Sorano and Lilac. Meanwhile Rogue sat in the sand, chatting with Sting.
“That was really good what you did there Rogue, totally came in clutch at the last second. High five!” Sting said, holding up his hand for Rogue. Unfortunately, Rogue hadn’t been paying attention, he was too busy gazing into Sting’s majestic eyes, it made him wonder, what was Sting doing? Was his hand up because he wanted them to hold hands? Was this some cool popular kid romance thing that he didn’t know of yet? Reluctantly, he reached his hand over and put it up against Sting’s, simply holding it there. Sting began to look a tad confused and pulled his hand away after a few sweet, memorable seconds. Rogue blushed to himself and looked down in the sand. Then there was a sudden cheering and Rogue looked to see sting grabbing hold of the two cats, hugging them tightly… too tightly. Fresh looked like they were struggling to breath, beneath that smile Rogue could sense fear, he assumed at least.
Rogue took no time jumping into action, he didn’t see Sting anymore, he just saw red. He shot up and charged at sting, bashing into him at full force, knocking the two cats out of his arms in surprise (though not really out of pain since Rogue wasn’t all that physically strong. Sting turned suddenly and exclaimed, “Dude, what the hell?!” but Rogue had already wound up a full force punch to his face. Unfortunately for Rogue, Sting had already locked in and caught his fist in midair, still rather surprised at the sudden anger. In reality, being around Sting for so long while he was shirtless had a big effect on Rogue, it was messing with his mind, he was practically drunk with nervousness and it turned quickly into rage over the smallest things. Sting reluctantly defended himself, throwing a punch of his own, which Rogue managed to block.
The fighting continued and continued, now they were charged at eachother, like a dragon ball scrimmage, when Doug, the quick thinker, pulled down both of their swimming trunks. He knew that it would be the one way to distract them, showing off their masculine bodies to the world in an act of pure fanservice. Well, sting’s, since Rogue was wearing 2 pairs of swimming trunks, but he was frozen in place, stunned by Sting’s body now fully revealed, I wont go into detail at what he was staring at and what it made him imagine. Sting was embarrassed, blushing a lot as he covered up, “Doug! I told you to stop doing that!”
Doug responded coolly, “Kid, sometimes you gotta do whats right, no matter who stops you” he says, while Fresh looked in awe at Dougs confidence. Doug then walked over to the stunned Rogue and leapt up, pulling his second pair of swimming trunks down as he fell. Rogue yelped and moaned and blushed, looking down at himself, then at rogue, they were both naked, and everyone was laughing, and then Rogue fainted.
He woke up, surrounded by the cats, Sting, Sorano and Lilac. But he only saw sting, it made him feel something, activated something in it he thought he was over. So he reached out and put his hand on Sting’s face and said “…bap…” To Rogue’s surprise, Sting himself blushed, THE sting eucliffe. Rogue no longer remembered what just happened but he was happy, he felt good. “What happened?” Rogue finally asked, taking his hand away reluctantly.
The others looked at eachother then back at Rogue, Sting decided to speak first, “A monster got one of your cats and you fought it off singlehandedly, you got hurt in the process…” Rogue was surprised, he had never killed a monster before, so this was all very new to him. Sting interrupted his thoughts, “We should get packed up now, it’s nearly 6pm.” Rogue nodded and blushed, just barely standing with Sting’s strong arms to help him.
Once they were all packed up, they headed out of the beach, surprised to see Yukino and her boyfriend. They had ice creams. Sting decided to ask with a grin, “What have you two lovebirds been up to?”
Yukino looked to her boyfriend then back to the other Saber tooths, “Oh, just stuff. Exploring the beaches, chatting, then afterwards we got ice cream to… get back our lost energy.” Her boyfriend nodded and everyone else seemed to accept that reason. Not long after, everyone headed home, with Rogue looking back on all that happened with a blush on his cheeks. He would never forget this.
#fairy tail#rogue cheney#sting eucliffe#yukino aguria#fanfiction#doug#fresh#minerva fairy tail#sorano agria#other character appearence? :O#gonna be honest im considering ending the fanfic off soon im losing motivation at a rapid rate#but will sting and rogue end up together?#who knows
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would i be able to request the same fic as the daryl tofa one but with jason??
where reader and jason are in a secret relationship? but the reader is an Ace understudy?
thank you so much!!!
Authors Note: yes ofc anon! guys I hate school-i do NOT wanna go anymore😤
Loving in Secret
Jason Schmidt x fem!reader
You and Jason had always had an unspoken connection—one that started in the quiet moments between rehearsals, the stolen glances, the way your conversations felt easier with him than with anyone else. But neither of you could let anyone else in on it.
As Ace's understudy in The Outsiders musical, you were part of a rare dynamic within the gang. The role was important to you, but it also meant you were constantly under pressure. There were expectations for you to fit into this tough, confident mold that Ace wore with ease, and Jason had always been there, quietly supportive, but never making a move. That was, until one night after rehearsal…
It was the end of a long week, and everyone had gone home except for you and Jason. You’d stayed behind in the rehearsal hall, running over Ace’s line (s), your script spread out in front of you on the floor. Your mind was scattered, thinking about the pressure you felt to perform well as an understudy while also being part of the gang and, of course, trying to keep your secret relationship from the others.
Jason appeared in the doorway, glancing around the empty room before stepping in. “Still here?” His voice was soft, with that hint of concern you’d grown so used to hearing.
“Yeah,” you muttered, not looking up. “Just… trying to get everything right.”
Jason’s eyes softened. He knew how much the role meant to you, how much everything meant. You’d talked about it before—how Ace’s role was a balancing act of strength and vulnerability, how you sometimes felt like you didn’t fit in. He stepped closer, sitting next to you on the floor, close enough that his shoulder brushed against yours.
“I think you’ve got it,” he said quietly, glancing down at your script. “You’re gonna be great as Ace, just like you always are.”
You smiled faintly, finally meeting his gaze. The warmth of his expression made the weight on your shoulders lighten, but only slightly. You couldn’t deny the growing tension between you two—it had been building for months, both of you trying to keep your feelings hidden.
“You always say that,” you said with a small laugh, trying to brush off the emotion that had been stirring inside you.
He smirked, but there was something different in his eyes. “Well, it’s true.” Then his gaze dropped to your lips. “You’re… incredible. Don’t forget that.”
Your heart skipped. For a moment, everything around you felt distant. The rehearsals, the expectations, the pressures of being Ace’s understudy—they all melted away, leaving only Jason, his face inches from yours. You couldn’t help it. Without thinking, you leaned in, your lips meeting his softly at first, but it was enough to ignite something you’d both been holding back.
The kiss deepened, your breath mingling with his as the world around you felt like it vanished entirely. You’d dreamed of moments like this, but now that they were here, you couldn’t stop. But even in this moment, you knew there were rules you both had to follow. This had to remain a secret.
When you finally pulled away, breathless, you rested your forehead against his, your heart racing. “Jason… we can’t… we have to keep this quiet.”
His thumb gently traced your cheek. “I know,” he whispered, a hint of sadness in his voice. “I just… I want everyone to know how amazing you are. Not just as Ace, but… as you.”
You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. “I don’t want themto find out. I don’t want to mess things up. I’m already walking this line with Ace’s role.”
Jason nodded, understanding. “We’ll keep it quiet. But I can’t pretend I don’t care about you.”
“I care about you too,” you whispered back.
For a moment, there was just the sound of your hearts beating in sync, a silent agreement to keep your love secret, but to cherish it in the quiet moments, the stolen kisses, and the shared glances when no one was watching.
The rehearsal hall became your safe place, where you could both forget about the world for a while. As the days passed, your secret relationship became a little more complicated. You had to keep your focus on your time as Ace, knowing the pressure on you would only grow. But Jason was always there, quietly supporting you, never pushing for more than you were ready to give.
And in the midst of the chaos of being a greaser, of learning the lines, of navigating the expectations placed on you, there was Jason. A constant, steady presence in your life, your secret, your love. No one else could know—not yet—but the connection between you two was undeniable, and it was something you’d hold onto, no matter what.
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Author's Note: hola chicas y chicos!
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Sooo glad you are backkkk!!! Sooo excited!!! I'm looking for Lestappen ficss lessgooooo!!
I'm glad to be back! Since I've been gone for so long and you'd like lestappen, I'm gonna use this ask to remind everyone of the two lestappen d/s AUs that we have so that others can share any thoughts they might have :))
Firstly, as a reminder, the D/S AU is an AU where everyone in the world is either a dom, sub or switch. Subs need to enter subspace a certain amount of times or else they'll start feeling terrible. We often discuss this AU with the idea that teams have hired team Doms to handle their submisisves, but not always. So with that in mind, here's the two lestappen D/S AUs (also, feel free to send in thoughts about any of the other drivers and riders too?):
LESTAPPEN TEAMMATE D/S AU:
In this AU, reader starts out as max's collared dom and his team dom while Charles has a team dom at Ferrari who Charles's hates becasue his dom punishes him for driving badly and punishes him for venting about Ferrari becasue he's not supposed to say bad things about them. Basically, Charles's team dom is under Ferrari's thumb and never actually tries to support Charles, only Ferrari.
Max sees this. He relates to how Charles is feeling because his old dom who was chosen by his dad was exactly like that. So, Max starts telling you about this until eventually you tell Max to invite Charles to spend some time with the two of you.
And Charles just... he LOVES being with you and max. He gets so much love and support from you and gentle guidance even though you don't actually dom.
Eventually Max convinces Charles to leave Ferrari and then you have two subs.
LESTAPPEN D/S AU:
In this AU, reader is a professional dom who works in Monaco and both Max and Charles are sub clients who pay for scenes. They discover each other totally by accident, one of them arrives when the other one is leaving and they realise they both have the same professional dom.
At first they just ignore this, but during a triple weekend when Charles was just desperately missing you, he goes to Max because he knows that Max will understand. No one else seems to get it when he feels them how badly he misses his professional dom, because he's not supposed to be attached to you. He knows Max will get it because max has experienced being dommed by you.
Pretty soon they start spending a lot of time together and bonding over how much they both love scening with you (also how much they both love you but both are too scared to admit that). They start coming early and staying late when they know they have back to back scenes with you, and pretty soon you're scening with them both together.
Eventually you give up all your other clients and exclusively scene with Max and Charles. They take you with to every race weekend and soon it becomes romantic and you've got two collared subs.
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Can you do headcanons for little Martin Blackwood?
Age Regressor Martin Blackwood Headcanons!
martin is Baby
he is Tiney
such a tiny baby and everyone loves him
martin learns that he regresses when hes still a teenager, but he keeps that secret all the way to his time in the archives. he knows when hes about to slip, and he finds a way to excuse himself and go be alone
he hates being alone, and he wants someone to take care of him, but he can't dare ask someone to do that. it just isn't fair! martin's always the one to take care of others, so they shouldn't have to worry about him!! but he needs the love and affection so badly...
sasha and tim already take care of jon, so it doesn't take them very long to figure out Something Tiney is happening with martin. he chews constantly, be it pens or his fingers or his shirt collar, doesn't matter. he goes quiet for long stretches of time. he gets this far away look in his eyes, and this sweet look about him when he does, but he always snaps out of it and looks surprised when he does
sasha and tim start experimenting, just to see if their suspicions are correct. they'll get his tea for him, they'll give him praise on his notes, they'll play disney songs on the stereo, and a few times tim even got him some stickers just to see what he'd do
(martin covered his desk in stickers)
after a while, sasha and tim are positive that they've got another regressor on their hands. they ask him about it, and at first martin denies it like crazy. but he does give in and explain yes, he regresses, but they super don't need to worry about him!! hes okay on his own!!!
they invite him over to hang out one evening (after explaining to jon, who is now a bit pouty and grumpy that his cgs are gonna make him share. the horror) and the four of them have dinner, hang out and watch tv, until martin gets sleepy
the thing with martin is when he gets sleepy, he starts feeling tiny. so he gets shy, and he tries to make himself as small as possible in the corner of the sofa. sasha notices, and she coaxes him out of the corner for cuddles. this squarely lands him in the 'fully regressed' category, and martin ends up with his thumb in his mouth, rubbing his eyes, and sleepily watching cartoons
it takes several times for martin to start really getting comfy with the idea of regressing with others, but once hes comfy he becomes the most spoiled baby
martin already has toys and things that he likes, like a taggy blankie, a crinkle book, a rattle, and a rubber chewy giraffe. he also has a stuffed highland cow named brownie who he HAS to have in order to sleep (brownie goes everywhere with him!!) and he has a plain cream colored paci
with tim and sasha, martin learns all the cutest things that make him feel even littler than anything he could do alone. tim holds his hand up and down stairs, across the street, or in stores so he doesnt get lost (he does this with jon too). sasha plays games like patty cake and peekaboo, and she reads lots of stories with him
martin is a fussy eater when hes small. when hes big, he'll eat just about anything, and he'll try anything once if it smells nice. but when hes small, food can be overwhelming, so he really likes simple things. lots of buttered noodles, plain chicken nuggets, and apple sauce pouches. apple sauce pouches are a life saver, really, he loves them so much
he also really likes getting bottles, and he likes when one of his cgs gives him his bottle. it makes him feel positively tiny, and it makes him feel very very safe and loved (esp warm vanilla milk!)
since he tends to lose his words, martin knows some baby sign language. it helps make sure his needs are being met, and the praise his cgs give him for asking for things makes him so happy
he doesnt like loud noises, so storms and things scare him very badly. he'll hide under covers until tim comes to rescue him
tim is dada, and sasha is mama (of course)
when hes big enough, martin likes to help them however he can. he'll dust the furniture, sweep the floors, or mix batter for baking to feel helpful. sasha and tim will praise him for a job well done, and he gets rewards like milkshakes or a new toy
loves loves loves warm baths. he loves bath bombs more than bubbles, especially pretty glittery ones with swirly colors. he has bath crayons and duckies and a little boat, and bath time is just so relaxing for him
charlie and lola >>>>>
he doesnt like high energy shows or movies, he likes nice and calm cartoons
i feel like he collects sylvanian families. and he has a playhouse for them. he takes such good care of them and has never lost a piece for any of them
this boy has an Aesthetic, and if he could ever figure out how to make sure he could surround himself in only his aesthetic, he would be the happiest baby on the planet
i've been reading lotsa lil martin recently so hes on my mIND thank u for this ask sgksgmafjagn hope u enjoy 🤲
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hii!! may i request a prompt from your winter prompt list?🥺 i would like number 4 but i cant decide between my comfort men Soap and Gaz.. so i guess whoever you feel like would suit it more?🥰 ((also, let me tell you, i would have requested the found family trope in any other year, but it seems like this christmas is going to be the first one in my life when my dad is not deadass drunk, but as sober as a man can be, and there's peace in my family and everyone is actually looking forward to spending time together!! i am so incredibly happy!!))
Family Matters
author's note: i got your update so i figured i’d mix the two prompts you mentioned, think of this as my christmas gift to you 💜 please enjoy!!
cw: vague familial conflicts, intoxication and drinking, anxiety, fluffy stuff
word count: 1300+
John “Soap” MacTavish / GN!Reader
Your phone clatters to the granite kitchen countertop, your hand coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose. You mutter a few curse words under your breath and yank the closest barstool out to sit in it, its wooden legs scraping harshly against the floor. You press your forehead into your palms. Seems like the Christmas party was going to be a no-go this year.
“Everything alright, bonnie?” Johnny walks into the kitchen and stands at the counter across from you, tilting his head. You don’t bother to look at him when you shake your head solemnly. He takes your hand in his and squeezes it gently, a small frown on his face. He rounds the counter and wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Was it your family?” You nod.
He stands holding you for a couple minutes, just letting you rest your head on his shoulder and process. You had warned him that things might happen like this; everyone in your family had been walking on eggshells for a month or so at this point, and it hadn’t been much better than that for even longer.
You let out a shuddering sigh and pull away, looking up at him with a sad, frustrated look on your face. He caresses your cheek with a gentle touch and gives you a comforting smile, his thumb grazing over your cheekbone. “How about this,” he starts, catching your attention. “Let me take you out with the boys and then we come back to watch some bad Christmas movies? The Hallmark ones that everyone hates.”
You smile back at him, the suggestion warming your heart. You had only met his teammates once or twice before when they came by to pick him up for various post-mission celebrations, but they were always kind and respectful. It couldn’t be too bad an idea to come along, right?
“Okay, that sounds nice.” You giggle when he leans down and gives you a big, exaggerated kiss, pulling you close against him. “Go get dressed then, I’ll wait for you down here.” He lets you go on your way, his bright smile still painting his face as he watches you go.
You and Johnny were the first ones to make it to their preferred bar. He has his arms around your waist while you sit in the booth in the far corner of the open space. You told him that you sitting on his lap was inappropriate in public, but he just shot back with, “It’s too dark back here for anyone to see us anyway, bonnie!”
He rests his head on your shoulder, peppering the side of your face and neck with kisses, your face heating up under his ministrations. “They’re gonna get here any minute now, John, stop it—” He shuts you up by turning your face to the side to give you a kiss on the lips, your complaint dying in the back of your throat. All you can do is huff when he pulls away, that silly grin on his face, making you roll your eyes.
“We interrupting something, Johnny?” A rugged voice calls over to you two, your face somehow heating up more from being caught. You shoot Johnny a pointed glare, but he’s got his attention on the man who just walked in on you. “Not at all, L.T., not at all,” he replies. You figure that must be Ghost, if the skull-painted balaclava was any giveaway.
You peek past him and see a shorter man, but he was no less broad and imposing. He stands next to the table while Ghost scoots into the booth seat across from you and Johnny and crosses his arms with a smile on his face. “Is this the one you’re always going on and on about?” He asks Johnny, chuckling when he spots the Scotsman's face turning a bit pink. “Aye, sir.” He clears his throat, trying to hide his bashful look from you as he introduces you.
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He gives you a firm, professional handshake before sitting down next to Ghost. It’s around that time that another man, who you learned ws Gaz, approached and gave Johnny a jovial greeting before scooting into the booth seat next to him. He had a faded blue baseball cap on and a very pretty smile on his face, a smile that almost topped Johnny’s.
After a little light ribbing between the two of them, Ghost passes you the drink menu and you order yourself some of the spiked eggnog garnished with a bit of cinnamon and nutmeg and Johnny follows your choice. It’s ridiculously tasty, and you end up having another round within twenty minutes of the first. And then another round, and another.
By the time everyone calls it a night, you’re honestly wondering if you and Johnny are going to make it home, especially with him clinging onto you at every possible opportunity. Even worse than usual. Ghost suggests taking you two home; Johnny disagrees but you welcome the idea, so you end up in the backseat of his car.
You look down at your lap as you sit. Johnny’s hand was resting on your thigh loosely as he drifted in and out of sleep. Tonight was fun. The most fun you’ve had over the holidays for a while. But that didn’t lock out the troubled thoughts that were playing at the edges of your mind. You sigh softly. All of that could wait for tonight when you’re staring at the ceiling, though.
You pull the bedsheets up over yourself and listen to Johnny doing whatever he was doing in the bathroom to prepare for bed. Your mind drifts off to thoughts of your family and what they might’ve been up to without your presence. It made you sad to think about; it seemed like it was always you causing problems. It felt like, if you would just suck it up, maybe things would be fine with you and your family.
You look at Johnny when he emerges from the bathroom and watch him climb into bed. “What’s wrong, dove?” he mumbles into your chest once he lays down, his face pressed into your side. You look down at him and shake your head. “It’s nothing, baby, don’t worry.”
He huffs. “That’s not the answer of someone that doesn’t have anything bothering ‘em.” He peeks up at you with those pretty baby blues that were practically glowing under the moonlight filtering in through the window. You frown. He knows what his puppy-dog eyes do to you. The bastard.
You run a hand through his frazzled mohawk, looking away from him. “I was just thinking about tonight.” He stays silent, a wordless encouragement for you to continue. “It was great. I kinda forgot how that felt.” You smile wistfully, your words hushed.
You don’t realize that you’re tearing up until Johnny’s hand comes up to your cheek, gently caressing it and causing a tear to fall down your face. He pulls you closer and kisses your cheek, holding you tight. “I’ll take you out with us anytime.” He rolls you so you’re laying on top of him, his lips pressing kiss after kiss on your head.
“No, it’s okay,” you frown before muttering under your breath, “I’d probably just weigh everything down anyway.” That got his attention immediately. He sits up, looking at you with something like offense on his features.
“Don’t you say that, bonnie! You are not a burden, never say that.” His voice is stern in a way that catches you off-guard. It isn’t rare for him to get worked up defending you, but this is the first you’ve been on the other end of it. You’ve never been defended from, well… yourself.
You blink, staring at him befuddled for a few moments, but you eventually feel yourself tear up again, a wobbly smile quirking up your lips. “Okay… okay.” You laugh, and he laughs in return, tackling you in a hug and kissing you all over your cheeks, and forehead, and shoulders, and lips. Maybe next year won’t be so bad.
𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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Worship in the Bedroom
Prompt: Body Worship Ralvez | Explicit
Luke leads his partner to their bedroom when they get home, kneeling on the floor in front of him and untying his shoes as Spencer sits on the edge of their bed. “Luke, you don’t have to do this–” “Cariño, you make it seem like taking care of you is hard work,” The older man speaks softly, one hand taking Spencer’s, thumb rubbing his knuckles, while the other rests on his partner’s thigh. “But this—loving you—is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
- or, sometimes spencer doesn't like his body, but luke loves it enough for both of them
There are some days where Spencer can’t help but hate his body.
It isn’t only about his weight, his odd, gangly limbs and lanky frame have plenty of ways to betray him besides making the genius fixate on the bits of healthy fat he’s been gaining recently—he’s uncoordinated and clumsy, his joints ache from a lifetime of injuries on his over-stressed body, and his brain seems to be working against him half the time—but there’s always something.
He’s gotten used to it by now, exchanging his usual, well-fitting outfits for ones a size bigger to hide his figure and holding his tongue at work, eagerly awaiting when he could go home and hide in bed under a mountain of blankets for the rest of the night; they had just become part of his routine.
At least, until he started dating Luke.
He didn’t have to tell Luke about his bad days, or when they happened, or how to deal with them; somehow he just knew.
The older agent doesn’t say anything as they get ready in the morning, silently sliding his partner’s meds across the counter with a piece of toast and his coffee, and kissing his head before going to pack a few extra fidget toys and a few other tools Spencer typically only uses to self-regulate in the privacy of their apartment in his work bag.
Luke doesn’t walk on eggshells around him, doesn’t baby him, or ask him how he’s doing every five minutes, giving Spencer some distance while occasionally shooting him a glance across the bullpen, grinning at him if the genius isn’t buried in his work until it’s time for them to leave.
“We’re gonna head out,” He announces with an air of authority that keeps the rest of the team from questioning their early—or rather, on time—departure, gently tapping his partner’s desk to get his attention after Spencer donned his noise-canceling headphones after lunch, grabbing his satchel as the younger brunette silently collects himself. “Goodnight everyone.”
They leave following a crowd of soft goodbyes from their coworkers, silent until they get to Luke’s car.
“Hungry?” He asks, adjusting the volume of the radio until the old songs his partner likes listening to as they drive are merely background noises.
“No.” Spencer answers simply, fidgeting with his fingers as his boyfriend pulls out of the lot, knowing his answer is enough for Luke.
“I’ll make you something light.” Luke nods, the unspoken implication that he has to eat something while also understanding how Spencer’s feeling hangs in the air between them as the two agents lapse into silence for the rest of the ride.
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FOX TALES: LUFFY comfort + angst
fox tales
"I Am Not the Sun" by Maude Latour
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this is my place of worship,
coming here with you at night
i am not the sun
i am not the sun
i am not the sun
(oh my god, oh my god)
(you're everything i ever wanted)
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Luffy and you are tumbled together in bed, messy sheets and blankets wrapped around your tangled limbs. The ship rocks in harbor waves, gently lulling you both to sleep. Luffy murmurs, and you snuggle closer to him. One hand is thrown around his waist, while your head rests on his rubber chest. He's breathing heavy. You lift your head, "What's up?"
Surprised, you see tears running down his face. "A-am I–," he starts, then sniffles as he bites his lip, "Am I a good captain?"
He meets your gaze with big, gray eyes and your stomach drops. "Of course," you say, and throw your arms around his neck. You bury his face in your chest, and he sniffles wetly into your flesh. You tighten your grip around him. "You're an amazing captain, Luffy," you burrow your nose into his hair, and sniff. He smells like cinnamon, and sweat. You kiss the top of his head. "You notice everything about your crew," you say, and he tightens his arms around you, "Your crew is always in the forefront of your mind, no matter what anyone else thinks. You're so smart, Luffy. You're so affectionate, too. Everyone knows you love them."
"R-really?" he sniffs, and smiles up at you. Saltwater streaks down his face, and you bend to plant messy kisses on both his cheeks.
"Yes," you say, making sure to meet his gaze. Your foreheads press together. "No one else cares as much as you do. The decisions you make, the hard calls you have to make, you're always choosing the best path for us. You're messy, and an animal," you giggle, "But that's what we love about you." You place a hand on his cheek, wiping away the wetness with the pad of your thumb. His scar folds under your touch. "That's what I love about you, Luffy." You swallow, heat blooming in your chest, "I love you, Luffy. You're kind, and smart, and so funny," you giggle, and he does too. He hides his face in your chest again, and you hold him tight.
"Th-thanks, Kit," he says, muffled against your chest. "I'm just–," he starts, and stops. You pet his hair, softly. Crow feathers, you think.
His hands tighten in your tank top. "I'm afraid of being alone," he sniffles, and his chest heaves with sobs. You hold him tighter. Nothing in the world would separate you, now.
"You'll never be alone again," you say, repeating what he had said to you, all those months ago when he convinced you to join his ship. You would never regret that decision for as long as you live. You promised him.
"No matter what," you hold him even tighter against you, wrapping your legs around him in bed. You wanted to plant your love inside him like a seed, wanted to watch it blossom and grow. Wanted to see sunflowers sprout out of his hair. You bury your nose in his hair, and inhale. "I'll make sure you never have to be alone again," you say into his scalp, "I promise."
"Ace promised too," he mutters, bitter, and you let him heave heavy, ugly sobs into your chest. You didn't know your boyfriend and captain had lost so much so early, had had to grieve so young. Had learned that the adults in his life hated him, no matter what, that he hadn't been wanted anywhere. You hadn't grown up as a normal human, had sprung into earth as a messy teenager with a half-spirit body and feral fox instincts. Had had to steal and lie and cheat your way through survival, until he came into your life. Tumbling through the portal world head over heels and screaming. Just like you.
"I love you, Luffy," you say, tightening your arms around him even more. You wanted to press him into your body like wax, wanted the imprint of his fossil to be etched into your bones. "I'm gonna die someday. I'm sorry," you say, "I'm sorry if I die before you do–,"
"No," he shakes his head against your chest, "No, don't say that–,"
"It's the truth," you huff, "And I'm fucking terrified of dying. I've never had to do it before."
He huffs out a laugh, and so do you. The ship rocks, and lantern light flickers around the room. You flick your tails around him, rustling soft like feathers as you use them like a blanket. Like snow leopards, Chopper had told you. You were an arctic fox, after all.
"But I'll come back to fucking haunt you," You say, gently letting go of your captain's head so you can sit up. You push yourself back against the headboard. Luffy slowly untangles himself from your limbs, too, and sits up with you. His hair is messy, more like twigs and bracken, now, and he sniffs as he wipes his eyes. His cheeks are puffy, but he's smiling again.
"Yeah?" He asks, leaning sideways against the headboard. The scar on his chest glows scarlet under the lamplight. You reach out to touch it, and you feel his chest flutter under your fingertips.
"Yeah," you say, "I promise."
He leans forward, and kisses you.
"You better," he grins, and presses his lips to yours, hard. He tastes like saltwater. Your hands flutter around his chest as he deepens the kiss. His hands are on your face, rough and warm and gentle. He always minds his strength, around you.
Unless it suits him, of course.
Like now, when he wraps one arm around your waist, and makes quick work of tumbling you both back into bed, this time with you under him, his knee sliding between your legs. Your breath hitches in your chest, and he grins.
"Ready for me?" He asks, devilishly, and you nod.
Always.
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Find the Word Game
I was tagged by @i-can-even-burn-salad - thanks for the tag!
My words are: hurt, help, mercy, and voice
And I'm gonna tag, if you want to, @authoralexharvey, @clairelsonao3, @kjscottwrites, @mariahwritesstuff and an open tag.
Your words are: noise, power, under, and choice
I'm using Caught in the Basilisk's Gaze for this one, since it's coming out on Feb 29th! Plus, it takes place in the Court of Mercy (mostly), so that makes word #3 ezpz haha
Heads up, there's some mildly NSFW text under there~
Hurt
Fae didn't carry scars unless they were made by iron or had healed without magic, and he had them everywhere. His ouroboros tattoo was on top of a circular scar that wrapped around his wrist, as if someone had bound him with steel wire.
"What did this to you?" I asked, horror tingeing the words. "Who did this to you?"
Vaduin turned his wrist for me, letting me examine the ring of scar tissue that ran around it. "I told you. It was after the retaking of Norsandios," he said, calm and quiet. "The Stag Army… or part of it, at least. Humans, I presume, since the debts died with them, one at a time." He sighed, then wrapped his arm around me and tugged me up against his warm side.
I let him do it, laying my head against his shoulder and wrapping my hands around his strong forearm. "That's… awful," I said, anger and horror making my skin feel cold. There wasn't even anyone to be mad at anymore. Eighty years was a long time. All the people who'd hurt him were dead.
How did a person even deal with that? Outliving everyone who hurt you, and having to remember them forever?
Help
"While a little trepidation when being faced with my cocks is flattering, I have no interest in having sex with a woman who's shaking in terror at the thought." His warm thumbs ran in slow circles against my palms, a soothing touch. "If you're afraid of me or horrified by having sex with me, I'd rather try… being blindfolded," he said, shuddering underneath me.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I tried to relax. "It would be better if we didn't have to worry about me getting paralyzed."
"If this isn't an option, we can work with the others," he said, still circling his thumbs. "I thought—" Vaduin stopped, then sighed and said, "You seemed to appreciate how we woke up. I thought that perhaps this would be easier than needing to be wary of me, and that you might… enjoy it. I wouldn't have offered it if I thought it would be a grim undertaking for you."
I tilted my head back, my panic slipping away. "It's not… it's not grim," I said, not wanting him to feel like I hated the idea. It made me nervous as hell to contemplate fucking a man I barely knew, let alone one with two dicks, but I didn't hate the idea of having sex with him. "This is definitely the best option. It's just… a lot, all at once."
He made a thoughtful sound. "Why don't you lie down?" he suggested. "Let me taste you. My venom might help, an orgasm certainly will, and you can fantasize about whatever you like instead of having to remember that it's me."
Mercy
"He killed his paramour for gelding him," I blurted out. All three pairs of eyes turned towards me; gray, black, and sea green. "It was, what, a year and a half ago? Right around when all Raven bondservants had to start carrying ID cards. There was even a whole tavern song about it. Something something, 'Mercy's wife took a knife / Cut the end right off his fife / Poor old Omahice lost his dice / But the missus lost her life'." I looked between all three of their horrified expressions, feeling more awkward by the second. "Did you not… get that one… out here?"
Vaduin looked like he was going to be sick. Ayre and Lilly didn't look much better.
"I, uh, have a good memory for words," I said, pouring myself some more tea so I could have an excuse not to meet people's eyes. The steam condensed on my fingers, making them momentarily warm before damply chill. "That's probably not what's killing him, though. Or why. Forget I said anything."
Voice
Vaduin never looked away from my face, moving with me, leading me through it and back down with slow circles of his fingers. He followed me back down to the bed, his hand cupping the back of my head as he lay me down on the pillow.
A smile touched his mouth as he brushed my hair out of my face. "I fear we've made something of a mess. Do you think the healers will mind?"
I laughed, tipping my head back and closing my eyes, the afterglow of orgasm warming me. "You made the mess," I said, my broad smile lighting my face. "I'm only co-located with it."
Vaduin's low chuckle joined mine. The laughter seemed to sweep away all the anxiety of the past weeks, everything returning to the way it should be with his musical voice in my ears.
"As the one who had her hand wrapped around one cock and her pussy around the other, might I suggest that you're equally culpable?" he said, rubbing his nose against mine. "Open those lush emerald eyes of yours again. Let me enjoy the spoils of war."
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I would love to hear about how the DE speaks to your experiences with psychosis!
DE seems to be an attempt to represent thinking through game/story mechanics, and I really appreciate that it doesn’t seem to just represent “normal” thought but also neurodivergent or dysfunctional thoughts. Made me feel seen, so I’d love to hear how it made you feel, if it’s something you’d want to share!
Ah, thanks for the ask! I hope my tags on your post didn't seem rude; reading back I was so worried they did <3 You made an absolutely wonderful post; I wouldn't have reblogged it if I didn't love it. I'm ADHD too, and it's so great to see a character we can relate with and to see how positive reinforcement from a person like Kim can really make a difference.
Excuse me while I ramble a bit! This is stuff I want to post about all the time but I worry people will hate it, so questions like this really make me happy because it gives me an excuse x)
One of the reasons I adore this game more than any other is that it's both breathtakingly sad as well as absolutely hysterical, and humor is how I've started approached my issues of mental illness in the past. Now, that way is not for everyone; some people don't want any sort of laughter at it, and that's completely valid and makes perfect sense, but humor is just how I've been able to adjust to memories of really bad times in my life without completely hating myself. For me, the game does a really good job of making a hard subject funny without making it seem like we're laughing AT Harry, if that makes sense, even if we think some of his antics are hilarious. I also love love love that that humor is also tackling the, mmm, less "romantic" (?I'm not sure that's the word I want to use for this...maybe "palatable"?) issues that can come with severe mental illness. Like if I remember right, there's a nonstandard ending where Harry can end up living under a bridge and throwing his own shit at people who pass by, pff.
For me it was a surprise to come into this fandom and find that not everyone sees what he's going through as being psychosis (same with ADHD; he absolutely has that, at least to me). I've seen a couple people -- I think it was on Reddit -- argue that what Harry experiences is not psychosis and is just a manifestation of his thought processes and impulsive behavior, and for me that is just...wild xD (and I know I'm preaching to the choir here, but it's fun to discuss, I think?)
But here's the deal for me: if someone sticks their thumb up their ass in public because their friend dared them to and they think it will be funny, that's impulsive behavior. If someone sticks their thumb up their ass in public because a voice in their head told them it would make them a better detective, that's a delusion.
So what does that have to do with me? Well, for me, I have a rare diagnosis of OCD with psychotic features, and (gonna put the rest of this under a cut in case it's triggering for people to read about psychotic episodes)
mine, before being involuntarily (but needed at the time) hospitalized twice and properly medicated, tended to be things like...I would think my limbs were detaching themselves from my body, or one time I wouldn't open my eyes for literally almost two days because I thought all sharp-cornered objects would cut them. Hallucinations would involve seeing what I thought was my skin being pulled as my limbs detached and occasional auditory hallucinations of crowds in my head (where I'd then think they were trying to tell me something Important and drive myself crazy sitting and listening to unreal crowd burble noises), but none of the stuff fiction likes to show because it's easier to depict (never had voices in my head telling me to do stuff or saw a super clear hallucination of a person or monster unless you count sleep paralysis. There were occasional shadows and vague faces that move in walls which I still get when I'm extra tired, but the only times I ever thought those things were real was when my brain was telling me I was receiving otherworldly messages.) There were other things, too, behavioral stuff I'd rather not talk about because it's still so shameful for me.
I thankfully respond really well to medication, which is especially good since OCD with psychosis is notoriously hard to treat since the types of drugs for OCD vs. psychosis seem to do the exact opposite things and block one another.
Anyway, back to DE. This is a bit...shallow, but it was extremely refreshing to play a game where the main character is at least as big of a disaster as me, if not worse xD;. I FEEL SO SEEN, haha, and not only that, but it's a protagonist in an extremely popular game, and fans like him anyway??? That's fantastic. I never thought I'd see the day.
Now, why does he have psychosis -- as in what diagnosis? I'm not sure, but I don't think it'd be OCD with psychotic features like me (even if he potentially has OCD, which I'll discuss in a moment.) I'd say he probably has bipolar 1 and/or (since not unusual to be comorbid), schizophrenia, though I lean more toward bipolar 1 even though the game itself says the word "schizophrenia" out loud a couple times. (To be clear, I'm not a mental health professional, but I don't think the writers of DE are, either. I would also like to say that if anyone reading this is schizophrenic and feel that Harry is as well, your opinion is way more valid than my own and I'd love to hear from you.)
I lean toward bipolar 1 because of the obvious -- he's gone through both manic and depressive stages in the past and does so in the game with a ton of delusional thinking combined with (short-lived or skin-deep) inflated sense of self (Superstar Cop, Honor Cop, etc.) It's also well known that folks with bipolar tend to self medicate. It's less well known that bipolar often has psychotic features as well.
As for an argument for schizophrenia, I'd point toward Apocalypse Cop, that paranoid delusion (??? mmaaaaybe, haha,) about the world ending (I really only know about paranoid schizophrenia; I don't know much about the other types, so it's entirely possible Harry has one of those instead,) as well as his lack of awareness about hygiene, though that could maybe be explained by his amnesia and the fact he was on a days-long bender before the game started. The reason I'm a little bit hesitant toward it is because Harry seems too aware of his own problems and the fact that he is not experiencing life the way most other people do, (he actually questions Kim at the beginning if Kim also hears voices,) and the couple people I met in the hospital that had schizophrenia were (when still adjusting to medications or had yet to find something that would work for them,) really unable to have that kind of self-awareness.
As for the OCD, I'm not as sure of that for him like I am with ADHD and either his bipolar and/or schizophrenia, but I think there's some pretty good arguments to be made. To me, Harry's constant harping on things that no one else thinks is interesting or important is a factor of his ADHD but can *feel* like OCD, but more so when he is stuck in verbal loops, which could definitely actually be OCD rather than, say, brain damage, since he seems to be aware that he's doing it. Some of the more bullying Skills also feel SO much like OCD, the ones telling him to do things that are nonsensical and that he doesn't actually seem to want to do feels like -- just for one of my many, many non-hallucinatory, fully OCD moments in my life -- when I just had to put a lit match in my mouth because if I didn't, *everyone I love would die,* pff. (Spoiler alert: it burns and it tastes weird.) Actually, I'm just now realizing why Authority may have been one of my least favorite Skills, as funny as its situations could get (ICE COP HAT FUCK SHOW?!??!?)
Anyway, I'm sorry for such a long answer to your question, @linisiane, but it made me so happy you asked! I really appreciate your question. This game is so good for making most people with any kind of neurodivergence feel good. I think it might be the most important fictional thing (for my own well-being) I've ever found. There's so much you can say about it. In fact, I know I've forgotten some stuff I wanted to talk about, but oh well! I can always add or something later if I feel like it. If anyone has any questions about this, you're very free to ask me. I'm also super excited to start talking to more people in the DE fandom; I have yet to convince any of my friends to play it for more than ten minutes.
I love y'all so much! I mean it. This fandom is great.
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