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[necrostasis]

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[suashii]

୨♡୧ SMILE FOR THE CAMERA — be a doll and give them something to remember you by while they're away.

featuring. itoshi rin, oliver aiku, shidou ryusei.

warnings. f!reader, nudes, consensual filming and photo taking, cunnilingus, blowjob, hair pulling, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart) one little bite, some overstimulation. all characters written 18+.

₊˚ପ⊹ ITOSHI RIN

rin is settling in his seat on the plane when his phone buzzes in his pocket. it’s likely a text from you, one asking for the man to call you when he has safely landed at his destination. he pulls the device out and unlocks it with that in mind but stills upon the messages app. it is a text but the contents of it are far less innocent than rin imagined.

there’s a photo of you, dressed in nothing but his favorite set of lingerie. you’re sat in front of the mirror with your legs spread apart and panties pulled to the side, giving him a pretty view of your pussy. it’s glistening with your slick and the sight alone is almost enough to make rin’s mouth water as he’s more than eager for a taste.

the previous night when his head had been tucked between your thighs, lips sucking at your clit and tongue lapping away at your cunt, suddenly feels like forever ago. he isn’t sure how long he’ll last without being able to savor the taste of you, how long he’ll be able to manage not feeling your thighs trembling against the sides of his face and the quiver of your pussy beneath his tongue. 

rin’s grip on his phone is much tighter than it had been when he first pulled it out as he stares down at your picture. there’s a thin line between him wishing you had worn the lacey lingerie before he left this morning and being grateful that you hadn’t so he wouldn’t miss his flight. though, how can he be upset with you when you took the liberty of getting all prettied up for him?

he’s about to thank you for the photo and comment on how useful it’ll be during your time apart when his eyes flit down to the message that accompanies your racy photo.

for while you’re away ♡

₊˚ପ⊹  OLIVER AIKU

“fuck, that’s it, pretty girl,” oliver coos, a low grunt following shortly after. his grasp on your hair tightens as your nose brushes his pelvis. spit dribbles down your chin and gathers at the base of his cock that’s thickening in your mouth. you moan around his length at the feel of his head prodding at the tight give of your throat. 

the vibration is all it takes to draw out oliver’s orgasm. he groans, tugging your hair to pull you off his cock before the rush of his cum shoots down your throat. warm, white ropes of his essence pool on your tongue. “don’t swallow,” he chokes out, waiting for the final wave of his climax to pass.

obediently, you keep your tongue stuck out, letting the abundance of his cum collect on your tongue. the phone in his hand that’s not holding your hair lifts as he breathes heavily, a grin pulling at the man’s lips. a flash briefly brightens the room as oliver takes a picture of you between his legs, on your knees with his seed in your mouth.

“go ahead and swallow, sweetheart,” he tells you, his thumb swiping the screen. you do as he says, happily swallowing and giving him a lazy smile aftward. he lets go of your hair to take his cock in his hand. the flash of his camera returns but for longer as he traces his tip along the curve of your lips, leaving what looks like a shiny gloss on the delicate skin.

“are you gonna miss me while i’m gone?” oliver asks, still filming.

you hum and nod. “more than anything.”

“good girl,” he quietly praises, tapping the red button to end his recording. he tosses his phone to the side before cradling your cheeks with both of his hands. “what do you say to one more round before i leave, hm?”

₊˚ପ⊹ SHIDOU RYUSEI

your cheeks burn even hotter than the rest of your warm skin as ryusei holds your chin in place so that you’re looking at the mirror settled in front of you—the one that reflects your joined bodies, shows you the lewd image of you bouncing on his cock. with his phone raised and recording the act as well, it feels as though hundreds of eyes are watching you. a tinge of embarrassment courses through you but, more than anything else, your skin prickles with arousal.

shidou’s lips ghost over the pulse of your neck, his breath raising the fine hairs on your nape. he smiles against your skin before leaving a trail of wet kisses up to your jaw. he nips at the skin there; not hard enough to be painful but just firm enough for another wave of arousal to wash over you.

the man breathes out a laugh at the moan that pushes past your lips. his hand abandons its hold on your chin, trusting that you’ll keep your eyes forward in favor of letting his fingers dance down your body until they reach your clit. his thumb rubs circles against the sensitive nub, drawing a choked gasp from you as you continue to bounce on his cock.

“listen to you,” he drawls, a grin still pulling at his lips as he meets your eye in the mirror. you aren’t sure if he means the lewd sound of your wetness, skin slapping skin, or the variety of noises he keeps pulling from you—maybe he’s referring to all of them. “you like this, don’t you?”

you’re too overwhelmed to string together a coherent reply, so you settle for a frantic nod.

“yeah?” he asks, sickeningly sweet. his lips hover over the shell of your ear, magenta eyes never leaving yours. “come for me then.”

like his words are an enchantment, you come undone around him, walls fluttering around his cock as your orgasm floods over you. you whine at the way his hips don’t let up on their thrusts. as if he can sense the question sparkling in your eyes, shidou jerks his head in the direction of his phone. “we’ve gotta get mine, too.”

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#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: blue lock #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #oliver aiku x reader #shidou x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk smut #blue lock smut #bllk imagines #blue lock imagines #bllk scenarios #blue lock scenarios #bllk x you #blue lock x you

[vampiretendencies]

jj obsessed with taking mirror pics where he holds your waist and demands to take one every. single. day so he can admire his girl!!<3

the sayings are true ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’ and ‘take a picture it’ll last longer’. because the substantial need to feel that hauntingly ethereal feeling of taking a mere photo with you filled him on a day to day basis.

he thought it was privilege, to be in the presence of such honorary beauty— and the picture enhances all of that. the divets, the scars, whatever is to only be seen by him, he gets to stare at them for hours on end. stare with disbelief that the pleasure is his to get to experience an evolving love with you. one of these days he’d get a scrap book and paste even the littlest of moments with you.

“m’ready for our picture baby,” his voice carried, adjusting his red hat in the mirror, tufts of his hair coming out of the sides of it. the sort of thing jj use to not care about until you came around. you pulled one of his shirts over your head finding him in the bathroom, whilst he placed a kiss to your temple— sloppy enough to make you not forget about, which was ultimately his goal.

“took you long enough!”

“gotta look good in em’, gonna’ be showing my kids these one day.”

and in turn, you place a kiss to his temple which regardless of how you’d done it he’d remember for eternity. he tries to grasp the feeling, hoping that this good thing will last.

you place yourself directly in front of him, phone in hand, with the mirror staring back at the two of you. instantaneously sifting his bulky arms past your waist, your body fitting into his arms like a glove— perfectly. he almost forgets about the pictures, getting lost in littering delicate kisses to your shoulder. unbeknownst to him, you captured that as well.

coming back down to earth, he somewhat aligns his head with yours, towering over you. and clenches his jaw to pose, with a voluntary flex of his muscles. he smiles sometimes during the daily mirror picture. but today he wants to let yours be the focus, as it typically was. your grin stretched so wide smile lines formed. in habit his hands, remain on your waist whilst you turn to show him the picture. he now can’t fight back the urge to wanna send the photo to everyone he’s ever known.

“look at you, baby. so pretty.” he studies you in the image, just as fascinated by you as the day he met you.

“no, j look at us.”

“still looking at you, always am.” even in a crowd, it’s you he’s after.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #outer banks #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank concepts #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank oneshot #jj maybank angst #jj maybank imagines

[slut4daviii]

character(s): g.tomioka

pt(s): 01/02

cw: cheating, cum-eating, masturbation

summary: idk but giyuus husband is cheating and giyuu is fantasying about his neighbor. one thing will lead to another and you’ll find that forgetting an anniversary will never end will for the forgetting party

a/n: hi. | minors and non-male aligning DNI

title: anniversary sex

wc: 1250+

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scandalous.

he knew his thoughts were everything but pure.

scandalous.

he knew his thoughts should only pertain to his own husband and the life they’d built together.

scandalous

but… he couldn’t. he couldn’t keep his eyes from the widow. couldn’t keep his thoughts from wandering; forming indecent images and scenarios.

his thighs pressed inwards at the situations created by his imagination. each one a different position, different pose; exploring each other’s bodies, igniting new passion into one another.

“haa— hah! [n—name]…!” he’d moan into your chest, dragging his fingers down your back in such a crude, indecent manner.

you’d groan into his neck, inhaling the fresh scent of his shower, the fruity scent still lingering from the perfume he spent seventy dollars on. just for you.

you’d press yourself deeper into him, embedding your tip into his womb. “ahh!” a high-pitched yelp. he would put his hand on your v-line, trying to stop your movements.

you’d only go harder, dismissing his mindless mumbles of “ngh!! t—too… too de—ep! s—sl—slow d..d—down!!”

he would know.

you would know.

his husband would know.

everyone would know.

that he wanted it. just how you gave it to him; slow, deep, mind-breaking stokes that left him breathless at every thrust.

“you wanted this, right? watched me from your widow. rubbing yourself to my form, hoping I’d come and sweep you away from your husband.”

he’d choke on his words, clawing at you for any sort of support. his eyes would roll backwards, an orgasm rippling between the two of you, staining your chests in a sticky white substance.

“Gi—“

you’d move your fingers to his chest, lifting his legs to his shoulders in the process. your fingers would slid along his abs, soaking up his spewed semen and bringing it to his—

“Giyuu”

—mouth, forcing him to taste his own—

“Giyuu!”

—seed. he’d moan around your fingers, the salty taste of himself pushing him over—

“GIYUU!!”

Giyuu pulled back from the sink, dropping the cup he held in his hand, shattering it.

his husband stood across the short kitchen distance with a briefcase in hand. he adjusted his tie, tugging on the fabric to adhere to his neck.

“Giyuu, where was your mind? I’ve been calling your name for five minutes.” the man chuckled

Giyuu smiled, glancing back to the window before snapping his vision back to his husband. “J…just thinking of our anniversary.”

his husband hummed, closing the buttons of his suit. “anniversary?” he chuckled, burning a hole into Giyuu’s chest. “our anniversary was two months ago.”

Giyuu glanced at the calendar on his refrigerator, looking at the heart over today’s date.

His husband followed the look, panic rushing through his body. “Uh—uhm I mean, I, I was thinking of your birthday..!”

‘my birthday was two days ago.’ he thought

Giyuu looked back to the window, no longer seeing the picture of his fantasies. ‘where’d [name] go?’

his husband came behind him, palming his ass and resting his chin on Giyuu’s shoulder, disregarding his obvious discomfort. “are you mad at me?” his husband moaned into his ear, harshly rubbing his front against Giyuu’s back.

Giyuu remained silent, earning a harsh thrust “oh, I’m sorry Giyuu, I’ve just been so busy. but, I promise, when I get back, we’ll celebrate all you want.”

“Get back? where are you going?” Giyuu asked softly, not surprised by his husband’s actions.

“I have a business meeting with Rengoku. It’ll last a week. I’m sorry!”

Giyuu nodded, moving away from the man to pick up a banana from the table. “Well, you better go now, I forgive you.”

his husband smiled, placing a quick peck on his forehead. “I swear, I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”

Giyuu nodded, undoing his apron to take a shower.

“oh! I called [name] over to fix the sink, he should be over later.”

Giyuu stopped his movements, feeling heat rush to his face. “ok, love you.”

as fast as his husband had entered the kitchen, he was gone, leaving with only a distracted “mhm.”

Giyuu continued to his room, removing the rest of his clothing to begin his showering process. he pulled a basket from under his sink labeled ‘[name]’ and continued on his way, reliving his fantasy from earlier.

he felt a smile etch its way onto his face, burning into his features

“I’ll see [name] soon…

#dom male reader #gay #seme male reader #top male reader #gay smut #demon slayer x male reader #demon slayer x top male reader #demon slayer #giyuu tomioka #giyuu x male reader

[iluvmorales]

Miles morales, Earth 1610

summary What was your first kiss like?

a/n none

Word count ??

“Miles!” You called out with a smile, picking up your pace as you ran to the boy. He had his headphones on but he could hear you even through the loud ass music.

He turned to face you with a smile, watching you with adoration. “Y/N!” He held one of his arms up allowing you to wrap yours around his torso. “What’re you doing all the way over here?” He asked, setting his arm around you.

“I just wanted to see you, plus our classes were canceled today because of the attack last night. Kinda crashed out windows and stuff.” You spoke, not really caring about what’d happened to your school.

You and miles were split up when he’d one first place in the competition, he was sent to visions academy and you were sent to riverview academy, visions academy’s biggest rival.

“Ohh, I can skip class with you if you want? It’s just Spanish anyways.” Miles offered, taking his headphones completely down and resting on his neck with his free hand.

You quickly let go of him and stood straight, fixing your now wrinkled shirt; “No don’t do that what? I was just wondering if I could wait for you in your dorm?” You beamed at him with a smile.

“Ohh yeah, it’ll be quick.” Miles nodded as he walked up the steps and opened the door letting you in first. He wouldn’t admit it of course, but he was internally freaking out.

You looked so good today and you came all this way just to see him for a couple hours? You’d be the death of him if he wasn’t taught how to keep his cool when it comes to girls by his unc.

“Okay we can’t let admin see you so come this way” Miles pulled you into a less crowded hallway, a longer route to the dorms.

“I’ll race you there” you grinned at miles, waiting for him to accept your challenge. You always had the childish spark to you when you were around miles.

“Okay, if I win you have to let me borrow your 1’s and any clothes I want for a day- “You don’t even fit my shoes! Or my clothes!” He yelled.

“True, but if you win I’ll do something you want.” Miles paused,

Something he wants?

His mind instantly flashed images of you giving him a kiss, something he’d always wanted to do but backed down everytime the tension between you two built up.

“Bet.” Was all he sad before tying his laces and standing at a line the tiled floor provided. You quickly took your position next to him before smiling at him.

“1”

“2”

“3”

And on three you both took off, darting for the dorms. Miles was obviously ahead, but you didn’t expect it. “Since when were you so- athletic?!” You yelled trying your hardest to catch up with him.

He only looked back at you, sticking out his tongue like a child. Before you both knew it, miles slammed into the door first, you running still, not being able to slow down.

“Miles!” You yelled, tripping over your own feet. He quickly caught you, sending him slamming into the door once more.

You both laughed and giggled, being in miles’ arms as you looked up with a smile. “Damn, you really won huh” you said, defeatedly.

“Yeah,..” he trailed off, eyes moving towards your lips. You caught notice of it of course, but you looked at him, slowly inching closer.

His hand moved to your lower back and another to your cheek. You closed your eyes and moved closer, closing the little distance that was between you both.

His lips on yours was like static, a feeling in your chest you’d never felt before. You pulled away, still in a little daze as you looked up at miles. You both smiled like idiots in love before the dorms door had swung open causing you both to fall back into the room.

“Miles could you not make out on the door while I’m in here” ganke hummed before stepping over you two and into the hallway.

Both of your faces were on fire, your legs between his and your chests against eachother. You quickly stood up helping miles as well.

“Miles were gonna be late hurry up!” Ganke yelled from the end of the hallway. Miles scratched the back of his head nervously;

“we can talk about it later miles, get to class” you smiled lovingly at him before walking up and giving him a peck on his cheek

“Yeah..yeah okay see you in a hour” miles smiled, stepping out the dorm. “I’m still gonna wear your clothes miles!” You yelled as he walked down the hallway.

“Lo que es mío es tuyo amor!” He turned to face you throwing his hands up while walking backwards, winking.

You just laughed before going back into the dorm, closing the door.

amor.

translation

- Lo que es mío es tuyo amor means What’s mine is yours love

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #earth 1610 #the spider verse #spiderman #miles x reader

[eimids]

Looking like a winner

Lucy Bronze x reader

ok so this might be like a one time thing or i might start writing more often.

this is my first time writing here so let’s see what this will be😋

and i definitely have not reread this🤝

warnings: smut. smut. smut.

words: 1.9k

After winning the euros, Lucy felt like she was on top of the world. Getting to win such a major tournament with her best friends felt incredible. She was proud of herself and the team, and so were you. You were proudly wearing a jersey with the name Bronze in the back. Jumping with joy when thr match finally came to an end.

You knew that Lucy was going to have a long night celebrating with her teammates, so you were patient. Although you were together a lot during the euros, you still didn’t really have time for each other. Well you did but not time for what the both of you really craved. Sex.

It had been almost a month since you last had sex, and you couldn’t wait anymore. Having a lot of dreams about Lucy fucking you in every possible way and Lucy teasing you with some not so innocent photos, made you a walking mess.

Many nights you let your hands wander down to your sensitive and neglected clit. Looking photos of Lucy with her muscles on display, imaging it was her hand on your body, you still weren’t able to make yourself come. Once you had Lucy’s fingers, nothing felt the same.

So after the long night Lucy finally returned home. It was around 4am when she walked through the door of your shared apartment. You were already asleep but woke up to the sounds of your wife. She was slightly drunk, but nothing too much. She wasn’t a lightweight and could drink quite a lot without getting drunk.

You sat in your bed and waited for Lucy to come through the bedroom door. It took a while but when she finally came, you were at a loss of words. Quickly you were wide awake.

Lucy standing there with nothing but her gold medal and strap on around her waist.

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer” Lucy laughed a little at your antics. Mouth open and eyes shamelessly roaming on her body.

You couldn’t muster up any words. Your brain short circuited at the sight of your absolute gorgeous wife. The medal was sitting on her oh so perfect abs. The strap between her legs was your favorite. Her hair was let down and the perfect smirk on her face did not help your situation.

“I told you that if I win, I would fuck you with this medal banging in your head. That’s exactly what i’m gonna do with you tonight.” Lucy explained while walking closer to you.

“Please, please Lucy, please I need you to fuck me, been so needy” Was all you could say. Lucy was happy with that as she manhandled you on your knees, on the ground.

“No clothes, I really like this view” Lucy said and now it was her turn to take in every detail of you. Your perfect boobs, that she loved so much. Your eyes pleading as you looked up at her.

“Suck my dick nice and wet for your pussy. I’m going to fuck you so good that you can’t walk tomorrow” Lucy said with her hoarse voice.

That was enough for you to get to action. Quickly putting your hands on Lucys thighs and your tongue on the tip of the strap. You slowly circled it before licking the sides of it. You only now realized that Lucy had a vibrator on her side of the strap. Hearing the low buzz of it made you want to work even harder on her strap. Wanting to make her feel good.

“Oh just like that. You are just a little slut who is willingly letting me fuck her at any point of the day, or in this case night. But you are the best slut I could ask for” Lucy encouraged you as you started to take the strap deeper into your mouth.

Lucy brought her hand on your hair and started guiding your movements. Finding a pace that was the most pleasurable for her. You also brought your hands at the base of the harness so the vibrations were better for her.

“Oh such a good girl, taking my cock so well. So good girl” Lucy said as you started to gag around the strap. It hit the back of your throat again and again, but you were fully enjoying it.

It didn’t take long for Lucy to come with her strap in your mouth. How could she not, when she had such a gorgeous sight. You with teary eyes taking so proudly her strap.

“Oh don’t stop y/n, you are doing so good, just keep- oh, keep going” Lucy moaned when she road her high. Legs shaking and eyes rolling. It was your favorite look on your wife.

After she calmed down a bit, she was again manhandling you to the bed. This time putting you on your hands and knees.

“You were so good to me, you deserve a nice reward, don’t you?” Lucy asked.

“Yeas please, I’ve been a good girl for you, please fuck me” You stuttered, just waiting to be filled.

Lucy didn’t wast time as she brought her fingers to your pussy and dipped them in.

“Oh you are already so wet for me baby, did sucking my strap make you wet?” Lucy asked proudly. Obviously she knew the answer to that but she wanted to hear you say it.

“Yes, I love sucking your cock. Please fuck me now” You said inpatitently.

“Oh someone is getting inpatient, well who am I to deny you” Lucy said and lined the strap to your pussy.

Slowly she started to push it in. You enjoyed the stretch of your walls, letting an ungodly moan. Lucy let you adjust for a while, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You gave a sign that you were ready. That was all that Lucy needed before pulling the cock out of you, except the tip, and slamming it back inside.

“Lucy, fuck” You screamed so loudly that you knew that you would hear from the neighbors. But you didn’t care. All you could think about was Lucy mercilessly banging you from behind.

You moaned shamelessly as you felt the medal make touch of the back of your head. You were filled with pride over your wife. You knew how important winning this was to her. And now she could put the medal in action.

Lucy was too on cloud nine as she watched her medal swinging. She was proud of herself and was happily showing it to you.

“On Lucy please, please make me come” You pleaded as you were getting closer. You just needed a bit more.

Lucy, being the perfect wife, knew exactly what you needed. She brought her fingers to your sensitive clit and started to circle it. After that it didn’t take long as you were coming hard around her cock.

“Yes, yes, Lucy you are making me feel so good please don’t stop baby” You moaned.

Lucy didn’t stop. Although she was proud of her medal, she was more proud of having you as a wife. She was the kind of woman that would do anything for you.

Not slowing down, she kept on going. Her fingers still circling your clit as you erupted for the second time. Your orgasm taking over your whole body as you shook with the power of it.

Slowing her movements you came down from your orgasm. She stayed inside you for a while. Kissing you back and whispering sweet nothings to your ears. You could feel the medal lay on your back between you and your wife.

You could’ve happily stayed in that moment forever. But Lucy had other plans. She pulled out of you slowly, not wanting any discomfort for you. Still you whined at the emptiness.

“I’m proud of you Lucia” Was the first thing you said as you found the words. You turned to your back to look at her.

Those words flipped something inside Lucy, the dominant personality was gone and some tears were brought to her eyes.

“So, so proud of you my baby” You continued. She came straddling on top of you so she could kiss you.

The kiss was passionate and needy, after a long time, she finally had you all to herself. She was a european champion and happier than ever that she could do that with you by her side.

“I love you so much, my sweet girl” Was all she said before clashing her lips back to yours.

Her hands found your boobs and she started to massage them. She loved how sensitive they were and how you started moaning in her mouth at her actions.

“Can I please fuck your tits” She asked you suddenly. It was something she had wanted to do for a while but never had the courage to ask you. But now she felt like it was the perfect moment.

You nodded enthusiastically and she shifted on top of you. She put the vibrator back on and jolted a bit at first. Then she brought the strap between your perfect breasts. So round and full. All for her to use.

The strap was still wet from your pussy, so it was easily sliding between you boobs. Lucy even brought her hands and squeezed you tits together so both of you could feel better.

When Lucy’s fingers found your nipples, you knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted you to come by her just touching your nipples. It wouldn’t be the first time, and definitely not the last.

This time Lucy was gentle. Her thrust were slow and passionate. Her fingers working on your nippels and her eyes studying every inch of your face so she could see what felt the best for you.

“Shit Lucy, do that again” You moaned as Lucy twisted your nipple in a particularly amazing way.

So she did, again and again, untill you were at the brink of your orgasm.

“Wait for me baby, I want to cum with you” Lucy musterd chasing her own orgasm.

With you bringing your hand again at the base of the harness, she was a goner.

“Oh now baby, do it. Come with me my sweet girl. I want to see you coming” Lucy moaned as the orgasm took over her body. With one more twist of your nipple you were coming with her.

It was like you were in heaven. The prettiest woman on top of you having an orgasm, your own body in fire with pleasure. It was everything you needed.

Lucy fell next to you panting. You both had a minute to calm down.

“That was probably the best we’ve ever had” You said breathlessly.

“It really was” Lucy said proudly. A smile on her face.

She turned to kiss you again. It was slow and sweet with so much love in it. Just like how she kissed you on your wedding day. It was something truly magical.

You didn’t really speak for a while. Just holding each other and enjoying the moment. It was the aftercare that both of you needed.

After some water and Lucy cleaning you up, you happily fell asleep on top of her.

“Good night my sweet girl” Lucy said before kissing your head.

After making sure you where comfortable, she fell asleep herself.

—

So yeah I haven’t written in a long time so well see if this is any good. Please give me some feedback!

#woso fanfics #woso x reader #lucy bronze #x reader #lionesses #soccer #wlw post #wlw #woso #woso community

[highladyandromeda]

Shadows of the Heart

Part 5

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: After years apart, Y/n returns to Velaris, bearing the weight of sacrifice and secrets from her past. Reunited with Rhysand and his Inner Circle, she navigates the complexities of rekindled friendships and unresolved tensions. 

WC: 3.1k

Warnings: mentions of blood, self-inflicted injury, a brief moment with unhealthy thoughts about body image (this is specifically marked with 1 star (*) at the start and 2 stars (**) at the end), unhealthy thoughts about pushing oneself too far

[Prologue], [Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3], [Part 4]

Y/n was exhausted. 

She could feel her muscles ache as she dipped deeper into the bath the house had drawn for her. The smell of tuberose and neroli drifted up from the bubbles surrounding her, the perfectly warm temperature adding to the pleasant atmosphere.

Yet she couldn’t get herself to relax a drop. Come to training, they said…it’ll be fun, they said…what liars, she thought.

Who invites an injured and recent coma patient to train, at dawn no less? Isn’t this the bloody Night Court? Y/n fumed, why do they all wake up so early now?

A glass of wine appeared by her side as if the house sensed her irritation as well. 

Sighing she picked it up, and finished it immediately, a bottle appearing once she placed the glass down. She let out a laugh, wondering if she should feel offended that the house assumed her morale was so low. As if understanding her thoughts, a bottle of whiskey appeared and disappeared next to the wine, before a series of books dropped down. Judging by the titles and bits of conversation from last night, Y/n had a feeling the house was using a…tried and tested method of comforting raging females. 

And speaking of rage, she was quickly losing the high of recusing Mor and returning to Velaris. Yes, she was exhilarated to see her family thriving, but the duties she had would quickly catch up to her. Counting down, it had been nearly 3 weeks since she disappeared from Vallahan and the magic tower must be getting frantic now. Not to mention, Demetrius, who’s sure to assign her so much work, that she’d not have a chance to leave the tower once she’d returned, or Ryder, who’s definitely praying that she’s dead in a ditch somewhere. Y/n knew she could use the investigation for the cult, the same cult she felt poisoned Mor, as her cover, but that excuse could only hold for so long. 

Ugh. Stupid Rhys and his stupid bargains. She hoped Demetrius would receive her message fast enough, the only reason she forced herself to the training ring before sunrise. Her mediation session was a chance for her to send a holo projection to Demetrius’s office. The time-consuming aspect was not bypassing the wards of the house, which she should actually speak to Rhys about strengthening, but rather condensing her…situation and what she wanted him to do, as to expel the least amount of energy. Teleportation with blood meant her magic would take a longer time to recover. Besides, the last thing she needs is someone sensing her magical signature in the tower when she's been away for so long. 

Luckily, she was able to mask her communications from the IC with her subsequent spar, which she convinced herself was necessary. It wasn’t because the moment she locked eyes with Azriel, she had this urge, this desperate desire to know what it would be like to go one-on-one with him.

No, she only offered because she knew she could last as the participant of a spar, rather than give up control for exercises or obstacles which would reveal her current weaknesses. She refused to think further on how beautifully he moved and met all her strikes, and how pretty he looked under her–No, think Vallahan, magic tower, angry masters….

Just recounting it all was giving her a headache, Y/n thought, dunking her head underneath the water. She almost wishes it could swallow her whole right there, and give her a reprieve from this. 

She came back up gasping, water sloshing onto the floor. 

*Y/n grabbed a towel, standing up and deciding that she might go too far should she stay in there any longer. She faced the mirror while drying herself off, looking closely at how prominent her collarbones were and how her ribs hit out. She looked away, trying to bury the simultaneous discomfort and pleasure she felt, the same as the morning when she changed into her leathers and needed to tighten them with her magic. 

Y/n knew that she looked unhealthy and her magic could only take her so far if she let her body fail, but a voice at the back of her mind enjoyed the visuals, a lasting validation of her struggles. With her magic usually healing her immediately, Y/n rarely got the chance to convey her struggles, always pushing forward since it seemed the pain was never there in the first place. She briefly wondered if Azriel would understand, he seemed to know that sort of darkness, of both craving and despising it. **

Feeling a bit claustrophobic, she decided to step out onto a balcony before dinner, knowing that everyone would be there after she missed lunch. Though she could already feel her appetite disappearing at the thought of facing Amren and Nesta’s piercing gazes, not to mention Mor and Rhys’s overt concern. She raised a hand to her head, trying to rub away another impending headache before halting right at the balcony entrance. 

Mother above, Y/n felt herself freeze in horror, unable to look away from the smeared and dried runes. All in blood, all in her blood. No wonder she slept for so long if she kept losing even more blood after this she thought, a cold dread settling in her bones. 

Why is it still here…The thought that Rhys might hesitate to erase them, out of fear or respect, and that Amren and Nesta might see them as a curiosity to be studied, only deepened her sense of isolation. How could they not see the horror in what those runes represented?

The world began to tilt, a disorienting spiral that made her stomach churn. The vast sky above seemed to press down on her, the air growing thick and heavy, a physical force that threatened to crush her. 

"Are you okay?" The concern in the question was palpable, but it only served to startle her further.

Cauldron boil me, Y/n thought, spinning around so quickly her knees gave way beneath her. But before she could fall, strong, calloused hands steadied her, the familiar touch of shadows wrapping around her with an almost protective embrace. She didn't need to see his face to know who it was—the shadows were a signature she'd come to recognize.

"Y/n, are you alright? You seem faint," the voice came again, soft and concerned, lifting her gently until she was forced to meet his eyes—hazel orbs filled with a depth of concern and understanding that momentarily stilled the chaos within her.

It was a connection, fragile and fleeting, but in that instant, Y/n realized she wasn't as alone as she had felt. The shadows that enveloped her, the hands that steadied her—they were a lifeline, pulling her back from the edge of her own darkness.

She swore time stopped for a moment before she felt the hands around her quiver, his gaze drifting to the runes behind before her actions caught up to her. It was then that reality snapped back into focus for Y/n, prompting her to instinctively step back and slip out of his gentle grasp.

In her quick withdrawal, an attempt to shield her sudden vulnerability, she missed the fleeting look of disappointment that crossed Azriel's features. Y/n hurriedly filled the silence that had grown between them.

"We shouldn't keep them waiting" she announced, her voice carrying a forced lightness that couldn't quite mask the disquiet lurking beneath. Her smile, tentative and fleeting, was an attempt to hide the depth of her unease from Azriel’s perceptive gaze.

Dinner was a silent affair, the burning stares and questions on Y/n waiting to reach the surface, especially after her display earlier that morning. 

Each forkful of food echoed louder than usual until Amren, with her characteristic bluntness, pierced the quiet. "Y/n, the blood magic you used before...how did you know about it? "

Cassian, unable to resist adding to the conversation, jumped in with a grin. "Yeah, the teleportation was so cool! Are you part-witch?"

Amren's sharp glance cut him short. "She's a sorceress, you oaf. Obviously, she's mastered more than a few ancient tomes."

As Nesta voiced her curiosity, "Mastering tomes? What does that mean?" Cassian overlapped with, "How did you even find Mor?" The barrage of questions seemed to only spiral from then, with several of them wanting details on her magic and her discovery of Mor. 

Amidst the several inquiries, Azriel, ever attuned to Y/n, noticed the tremble in her hands hidden under the table, a stark contrast to the calm facade she presented. His shadows stirred restlessly, a mirror to his growing concern.

Mor's complexion turned ashen as the fact dawned upon her—Y/n had ventured onto the balcony, the very place of their nightmarish ordeal. Attempts to steer the tide of questions fell on deaf ears, "Y/n, I... we didn't think..." Mor’s voice trailed off, her apologies swallowed by the growing fervor of curiosity.

Y/n took a deep breath, attempting to veil her frustration with patience, a task made increasingly difficult. They meant well, she repeated, she owed Rhys, she thought before the noise got to her. She hated being faced with curiosity and pity just as much as she hated being questioned–she had saved Mor and shown she wasn’t their enemy, wasn’t that enough?

With a huff that signaled her surrender to the inevitable, she pushed her chair back, its screech halting the interrogation, and drawing surprised glances from the table. Rising from her seat, she walked away, leaving a trail of astonishment in her wake.

Azriel reacted with swift concern, following her with a worry that mirrored the concern etched on Rhys, Mor, and even Feyre and Lucien's faces, while Cassian remained behind, a shadow of guilt tinging his features.

Y/n paused for a moment at the split between the staircase and the hallway to the balcony, debating the merits of locking herself in her room. She felt she deserved the right to scream into her pillow before rejoining them. 

But the sound of footsteps behind her reminded her of the nosey nature of her friends here. If she tried to hide, there’d be no telling the lengths they’d go, she may as well just complete it now.

Upon reaching the balcony, Y/n summoned her magic, materializing a dagger in her hand. With a steady hand, she made a precise incision along her arm, her expression unflinching as crimson blossomed against her skin. She cast a fleeting glance at Azriel, her vibrant red eyes catching the light, mesmerizing him as her blood began its descent toward the magic circle below.

His shadows twitched uneasily at the sight; the others, having followed, stumbled into a collective pause, caught in a mix of awe and horror as they watched her blood reanimate the runes. Y/n commanded the runes to levitate, dripping and spinning around before she condensed them into a single, blood-diamond-like point, which then vanished within her grasp. Turning to face them with a smirk, she downplayed the gravity of her demonstration. 

"See? Not a big deal," she stated, though her casual dismissal did little to ease the tension.

Azriel, moving with a purpose, reached for her, his shadows conjuring a cloth to softly wipe the blood, still dripping from her arm, away. The gentleness of his touch left Y/n taken aback, her heart skipping a beat at the care with which he wrapped her arm, his shadows having brought bandages as well. She couldn’t remember the last time someone else had treated her wounds, especially those so insignificant, so kindly. 

Meeting his gaze, she was confused at his crossed expression, but before words could form, Mor enveloped her in an embrace, her apologies spilling out in a hurried flurry.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I should've—" Mor's voice cracked, the weight of her remorse tangible in the air between them.

"It wasn't your fault, Mor," Y/n reassured, her arms wrapping around her friend in a firm hug. "I would do it all over again for you," she whispered a vow that drew a fresh wave of tears from Mor, her embrace tightening in response.

As they finally parted, Lucien's voice cut through the momentary silence. "I must say, your control was impressive back there."

Y/n couldn't help but roll her eyes, a playful retort on her lips. "I've always been this good, Lucien. Maybe you just weren't paying attention."

His laughter echoed around them, a challenge sparking in his eyes. "Is that so? We should spar sometime then. Test out that control of yours."

Y/n pretended to be annoyed but she was grateful to him for changing the atmosphere. Lucien always knew how to put others at ease. 

"Sure if you think you can keep up. Feyre, you're welcome to join his side. He'll need all the help he can get."

Rhys chimed in with feigned indignation, "And why am I excluded? My mate should be my partner."

Y/n's laughter mingled with theirs, and her spirits momentarily lifted. "Because I've beaten you too many times, Rhys. It wouldn't be fair." She teased, earning a gasp of mock indignation from him.

Their laughter was a balm, easing the tension that had settled over the dinner.

Walking back, Y/n glanced at Lucien with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Resting her hand lightly on his shoulder, she leaned closer, her voice laden with playful intent. "Looks like we're teaming up then" she teased.

A knowing smile danced across Lucien's lips, a silent agreement forged in the span of a heartbeat. Together, they proclaimed, "We'll scatter them like leaves in a storm!" 

The statement, filled with the memory of past battles, echoed around them, their laughter a symphony of friendship and challenge.

Feyre, caught in the ripple of their amusement, couldn't help but interject with a wry smile. "Well, I guess I'm stuck with Rhys then." Her words, light and teasing, were accented with the unbreakable bond she shared with her mate, even as they prepared to face off in friendly competition.

All the while, Azriel's gaze lingered on the casual touch between Y/n and Lucien, their laughter and the seamless harmony of their declaration stirring an unfamiliar pang within him. His stare was intense and unyielding, as he watched the easy rapport they shared—a connection he found himself envying, as he stood silently on the fringes of their banter.

Azriel's desire to offer Y/n the same sense of belonging and ease was palpable, yet he chose the quiet acts that spoke volumes of his intentions. As they walked back to the dining room, he found an opportunity to express his support. With a gentle touch, he slid Y/n's chair out for her, a gesture of silent solidarity that sought to make her feel seen and valued in the way he knew best.

"Thank you," she whispered, her gratitude a soft note amidst the evening's chaos of emotions. Though her gaze briefly wandered back to Lucien, caught in a moment of quiet tension with Elain, it was Azriel's thoughtful action that anchored her.

Amren's voice drew her back. "I’m sure you created quite the spectacle, sorceress”

In response to Amren's observation, Y/n met her gaze firmly. "I don't owe anyone explanations, Amren…But out of gratitude for the welcome back," she paused, weighing her next words carefully, "I will tell you that yes, I am a sorceress. A highly ranked one, at least in Vallahan’s magic tower."

Her eyes flickered to Mor, a silent pact of trust between them. She wouldn't reveal the intricacies of their reunion—how a royal meeting had spiraled into chaos and Mor's dismissal of her warnings had nearly cost them both dearly.

"Part of my work has led me to investigate a cult revering Koschei, a dark sorcerer," Y/n continued, her voice steady despite the weight of her revelations. "It was through this that I found Mor in danger. The use of blood magic wasn't a choice made lightly. It was the only method swift and silent enough to ensure our immediate return without leaving traces of magic that could be tracked. And given Mor's poisoning, traditional portals I could open—with their elongated passage of time—weren't an option."

The table fell silent, the gravity of her words settling heavily upon them. Each member of the Inner Circle sat a little straighter, their expressions alight with a mixture of awe and deepened as she explained further about her work and magic. The dinner conversation, initially subdued, blossomed into a vibrant exchange of stories and insights.

Lucien, seizing the moment, shared his own adventures and the bond he'd formed with Vassa, expressing a hopeful desire to introduce them, perhaps as a means to unravel the curse that bound the queen.

It was then that Rhys saw an opening, his voice slicing through the conversation with a proposal for Y/n. "Y/n! This is the perfect opportunity, if you feel up to it, why don't you continue your research here?"

Before Rhys could elaborate, Mor chimed in, eager to offer the resources at their disposal. "Exactly, the House of Wind has a wealth of books that could aid in your research. I can ask the priestesses to help—"

"I can help. You." Azriel's voice, cutting through Mor's suggestion, carried an uncharacteristic nervousness. "I mean, in your research. I can help you with the research." The room fell into an unusual silence, all eyes turning to him as he attempted to clarify, "If you're conducting research, that is. I don't want to rush you, of course. You need time to recover. I'm just—uh—offering since I have experience with such investigations... not to say you need my help. I—I thought it might be... more efficient, yes..."

Azriel's voice tapered off, his gaze skirting around the table to avoid Cassian and Nesta's barely concealed smirks and Rhys's poorly disguised cough of amusement. The surprise etched on everyone else's faces spoke volumes, each one silently wondering if they had ever witnessed Azriel speak so awkwardly and at length.

"Oh, I'd appreciate the company, Azriel," Y/n finally responded, her tone warm.

"You would?" Azriel's gaze snapped to Y/n, a flicker of hope lighting his eyes, only to be momentarily dimmed by her stern look toward Rhys. "Since I'll be intruding for the foreseeable future, I might as well be productive."

"I—I wouldn't want to invade, though," Azriel hurried to add, the earnestness in his voice unmistakable.

Rhys couldn't hide a snicker, quickly masked by a sudden straightening in his chair, bouncing his right leg up. 

Azriel’s shadows whispered something about a kick, but his attention was already captured by Y/n's soft smile. "I'd welcome the help," she reassured, her simple acceptance igniting a spark of anticipation in Azriel.

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry for the delay in posting this chapter, I was traveling and then dying with studies. But the plot thickens...Are we curious about Y/n's work as a sorceress? I planned out the next scenes on my flight so I should have the next few chapters up in a faster succession.

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[MINI] PAC Reading - Message for the Lunar Eclipse in Libra 24.03.2024

Happy lunar eclipse day everyone!!!! If you enjoyed this reading please take some time to like and reblog it <3

❥Piles: 1-2-3

❥Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Calm your breath and remove all of the thoughts from your mind. When you try to focus on the reading at hand which number or image comes to mind? That is your pile

❥Pile 1

Hold your Vision

You need to stand firm in your vision because it is coming to fruition it is just taking slightly longer than expected. I know that you have been waiting for a long time but don't you feel the shift in energy? Don't you feel the change in the air and can't you taste your desire on the tip of your tongue. You are so close!

It’s time to think about the situation you are in and how you can move forward. Stop digging your heels and allow things to move - don’t be scared of change as it will be positive in the end. At a time like this the more stubborn you are with the "how" the worst it is. So be open to all of the changes coming your way.

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❥Pile 2

What do you need to release?

If you enjoy spells now is the right time to attempt one! Write down everything that you want to release in a piece of paper and burn it to release it all.

Some of you are being called to release emotional baggage that has been weighing you down since your last relationship - it’s time to let your pain go as it is not serving you anymore. This card is asking you to do some introspect work right now, to fully understand your pains and aches because only then will you be able to free yourself from it all.

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Look at the bigger picture

The devil is in the detail and right now you need to take a step back and look at the bigger picture instead of worrying about the details of the how, why, when and where.

It can be hard to control every single situation so think about what it is that you want and allow the universe to surprise you with it’s delivery. Pile 3 it is likely that you are manifesting something - most likely a healthy long-term relationship and I feel like this is something that you have been wanting for a very long time. You have put a lot of effort and time into this. In the end it’ll all be worth it I promise.

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Part 1 Part 2 ao3 (Complete)

He has strange dreams.

Sometimes they’re not so bad. Sometimes he can hear Eddie’s voice encouraging him, “Yeah, there you go. That’s it, Steve, just keep breathing.”

Sometimes Eddie sounds strange, too, like he’s laughing and crying at the same time—muttering unsteadily, “C-come on, up you go. Shit, shit, shit. You’ve gotta help me out here, Steve.”

But then he’s flying, falling through darkness, and everything turns awful.

Fire. Flames all over his skin, burning, burning, and he has to kick, strike out, get away, but someone’s pinning him down—

“Y-you’ve gotta stay still. Wheeler, Wheeler, his leg, watch his—hey, Steve, shh, shh, just stop moving, man, please.”

Make it stop make it stop stop STOP STOP—

“Shh, shh, I know, I know. Take my hand, hey, you can break it, fucking go for it, man, I don’t care.”

Please I just want it to stop please please please just let me—

“Hey, hey, hey, you can’t go to sleep right now, okay? Just a little longer, Steve, we’re getting you some help, you’ve just gotta keep your eyes—”

It’s too much too much too much, just want it to end, I want I want—

“One more minute, Steve, you hear me? I’ll count, and then—you’re gonna be all right, this time it’ll be—”

YOU’RE LYING—

One last flash of lucidity.

Eddie. Eddie’s hand in his hair, Eddie’s lips against his temple, wet with tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m s-so—God, just. Please.”

-

Another dream.

A new voice. Makes him think of summer, and butterscotch ice-cream, and laughter.

“Hi, Steve. Got a present for you, so you—you’d better, um… God, you’d find this so damn f-funny, wouldn’t you? Guess it’s more proof we’re from the same womb, huh? Ugh, gross image, Rob, thanks. Sorry. Just thought I’d say it for you.”

Don’t cry, Robin. It’s okay. Don’t cry.

-

“Eddie.”

“What? Is Buckley okay? Wheeler.”

“Yeah, she’s—she’s fine. It’s—they said—”

“Oh God.”

“—it might not work.”

A strangled, pained noise. Footsteps. A door slamming.

Where are you going? Come back. Come back.

-

Sleep. Drift. Try to wake. Sleep.

-

He dreams of fire.

Fire.

Fire.

Fire fire fire stop STOP—

Hand pressing down on his forehead, cold, cold, but he’s much too hot, he’s going to burn up, he can’t—he’s going to die, he’s dead already, it’s too much, it’s—

“Steve, Steve, just try and—hey, it’s just me, you’re okay, you’ve just gotta—oh Christ, please, Steve, just lie back. I know it’s hard, I know, I know.”

The scratch of a needle.

DANGER, GET AWAY, GET—

“Stop, stop! You’re hurting him, don’t you get it, you’re—”

-

A hand in his. Cold metal. Rings.

EddieEddieEddie

“Oh, holy shit.” Shocked laughter, breathless with relief. “That’s it, Steve, that’s it. Break my fucking fingers, dude, I dare you.”

Everything slips…

-

The fire goes out. Cold sweat. Shivering.

Lips on his temple. A kiss.

“You did it. You fucking did it, Steve, you’re amazing, you’re—that’s it, sweetheart, just breathe. Rest now. I’ve got you. Shh, I’ve got you.”

-

Sleep.

-

“Everyone’s fine, by the way. …God, it was fucking terrifying me, saying that out loud, y’know? Like I’d jinx it, or… Then I started thinking that you made a deal or something. Was the only way it made sense. Like, what are the odds that everyone else made it, and… Even me, man, thought I was a goner for… So I —I kinda pretended you’d made a trade, with God or the Devil or—I don’t know. Your life for… Wouldn’t put it past you. But that’s—that’s bullshit, okay? They… they don’t need saving anymore, Steve. They just need you.”

-

Wake.

Eyes too heavy to…

“Hey, hey, you’re good. Take it easy.”

Tongue slow. Throat scraped raw. Swallow.

Try.

“D’st’n. Dust…”

“Shh. Dustin’s just fine, Steve. Promised you, didn’t I?”

“H-hurt?”

“Nah, man. Not anymore.”

“You?”

“…Me?”

“Hurt?”

“Oh. I’m—I’m good, Steve. You sleep some more, ‘kay? You’ll feel better.”

Hand in his.

Gentle.

Safe.

Sleep.

-

Waking up properly is a slow, taxing thing. Eventually he blinks leaden eyelids open. Sees his left hand, lying limp: palm covered with gauze so only his fingers are really visible.

Footsteps, pacing the room. Back and forth, back and forth.

Eddie.

Steve wets his cracked lips and says the only thing he can.

“Dustin?”

Eddie freezes. Glances over. Lets out a shaky kind of scoff.

“He’s safe. D’you know how many times you’ve asked me that, Harrington?”

Steve tries to straighten up. Humours him.

“I dunno, twice?”

Eddie makes a noise imitating a klaxon, like Steve’s just got an answer wrong on a quiz show.

“Nope! Lost count after ten.”

Then Eddie looks at him, really looks at him, and he somehow gets even more still, as if he’s suddenly holding his breath.

“You’re—you’re back,” he says. “Can see it in your eyes. You’re really… fuck.”

He starts pacing again, his spine a rigid line of tension. Steve follows his every move, even though his eyes start to ache with the effort.

“You’re angry,” Steve says quietly.

Eddie shakes his head, breathes out a laugh through clenched teeth. “Yeah. Guess you could say that.”

He comes to an abrupt stop at the foot of the bed—a hospital bed, Steve realises, as one of Eddie’s hands grips the bottom rail, like he needs it to keep standing.

“This much,” Eddie says conversationally, and he shows his thumb and forefinger with barely any space between them.

“What?”

“That’s how close Henderson’s bite was to the femoral artery. Twenty seconds more? Hell, ten seconds? Those damn bats would’ve kept coming, and at least one of them would’ve fucking struck gold ‘cause I couldn’t fucking shield him properly in the goddamn first place, and he would’ve bled out in my arms. So yeah, Steve. I’m angry.”

“But that.” Steve frowns, hopes that he sounds understanding. Gentle. “That didn’t happen, Eddie.”

Eddie laughs again. He looks down, hair hanging so that Steve can’t see his face; he can see his knuckles on the bed frame though, turning white.

“I’m angry ‘cause you were right.” Eddie sucks in a breath, and when he raises his head, his eyes are burning. “I hate that you were right.”

“I don’t—”

“If you hadn’t done—done what you did.” Eddie falters, takes another breath. “Dustin would’ve died. I would’ve died. And I’m angry, I’m so fucking angry that that probably justifies it all for you.”

Steve sighs. “Justifies what?” he asks, though he suspects he already knows.

“That a world without you is any way fucking acceptable.”

Steve resists the urge to sigh again. “Eddie,” he says, tries to sound as matter-of-fact as he can without being a dick about it. “Look, man, I know you’re new to the whole—everything—but sometimes, things happen. People can get hurt, and—”

“No,” Eddie says. “No, you don’t get to do that. Don’t play that card. Yeah, I know I’m a fucking newborn to the whole alternate dimension shtick, but hey, the one thing I can say about myself is that I catch on pretty fucking quick.” He points at Steve, sharp and accusatory. “And I know if anyone else tried to pull the shit that y-you just—you would’ve stopped it in a heartbeat. I know you would have. So. Why?”

For a moment, Steve has to look away. He has the horrible feeling, suddenly, that Eddie’s eyes can see right through him. “Why what?”

“Why are you so determined that it has to be you?”

Steve swallows. He doesn’t know how to put it into words; doesn’t know how to say that his mind has played every scenario on a loop throughout the very worst of nights. That the thought of anyone else dying turns his world into static, the horror far too much to process. That, in comparison, the fear of his own death seems small. Trivial.

So instead, he looks Eddie right in the eye, because the guy deserves that, at least.

“Anyone else wasn’t an option,” Steve gets out.

He means for it to sound strong, determined, but he doesn’t think he succeeds, because Eddie’s eyebrows furrow like he can hear the fear in the words.

“And if—if it had to come down to it,” Steve continues, “I’d rather it—I’d—Dustin, he. He would’ve had you, and—”

Eddie laughs yet again, and it’s tipping into something hysterical. He presses the heel of his palms against his eyes. “You barely know me.”

“I know enough,” Steve returns.

Eddie drops his hands. “I’ve barely known Dustin a year, man! And what am I even—I’m just the leader of his glorified fucking after-school club, I’m not—”

“Eddie, come on. You know you’re more than that.”

So much more.

But Eddie is shaking his head again. “Don’t you get it?” he says faintly. “Don’t you get how irreplaceable you are? Dustin, he—when I left him with the girls, he kept crying out for you. He was in pain, he was scared, and he wanted you. Yeah, he might think I’m the cool weirdo at high school, fucking whatever, but you—you’re his family.”

Steve abruptly finds a spot in the ceiling, blinks back the stinging in his eyes. “You gonna—” He clears his throat. “You gonna sit down?”

Eddie answers by scraping a chair along the floor until he throws himself into it, knees almost touching the side of Steve’s bed.

“I really hate blood, you know?” Eddie says, after a long silence. “Like, there was a biology lesson where… it was a dissection, the teacher was demonstrating, she’d barely made a cut with that scalpel thingy and I just…” He claps his hands together. “Fainted dead away. It was so embarrassing. Was almost glad when the Satan rumours started, at least it was a distraction from…”

A pause. Eddie leans forward.

“But with you… when we got you—in the ambulance, and—I watched everything. I didn’t look away, not for a second. Not for one fucking second.”

Steve exhales. “Why?”

“So I could say they didn’t just call it. That they tried, at least. That they fucking fought for you. ‘Cause that’s what we all were doing, we—we weren’t letting you go just like that. You shoulda seen Wheeler, man, thought she was gonna murder the docs with just one look. And Buckley, she—” A flicker of emotion passes across Eddie’s face. “You know you two have the same blood type?”

“Oh,” Steve breathes, then thinks it’s no wonder he survived, with Robin’s strength now flowing in his veins.

“Even that was touch-and-go for a while.” Eddie rubs a hand down his face, looks thoroughly exhausted. “Like, Dustin was feverish for a bit, and they reckon I’d already puked it up, but you—there were some white-coats who knew about… and they thought. That. That there was so much venom in you from those bats that you’d… your body would reject Robin’s blood.” He bows his head. “For a while, I thought… I thought…”

Steve puts all his effort into lifting his hand. Manages to reach the top of Eddie’s head, fingers curling weakly into his hair.

“Eddie, I’m—I’m sorry.”

It’s not enough; he knows it’s not enough. But it’s all he has.

Eddie gently removes Steve’s hand. Uncurls Steve’s fingers, like he’s seeing them for the very first time.

“This one was the worst,” he whispers. “Throughout all of it.” He stares down at the palm covered in gauze, and his eyes fill with tears. “Because when you—when you brought out the knife, that’s. That’s when I knew for sure. What you were gonna—” His voice breaks.

Steve doesn’t know how to make this better. Thinks that he’d settle for making Eddie smile. That would be worth something. Everything.

“I meant it, y’know. Wasn’t just the blood loss talking.”

Eddie sniffs. “Meant what?”

“That you’re beautiful.” Eddie chuckles. One tear falls down his cheek. He doesn’t wipe it away. “Nah. When you said that, I was like oh, you’re really out of it, huh?”

“Don’t think that was it.” Steve gathers the last of his bravery. “Think I just—didn’t wanna die with it going unsaid.”

Eddie makes a noise, a pained mixture of a gasp, sob and laugh.

“I thought you were… beautiful, t-too,” he says through uneven, stuttering breaths.

Steve makes a face of distaste to get him to laugh again; it works, except for the fact that he also starts to sob even more.

“Yeah, bet I was a pretty picture.”

“Steve. I mean it. You—you were looking down at Dustin, I saw you, and I just. You looked so… so fucking devoted, you were glowing with it. I think.” His voice turns tearful again. “I think I knew even then. I just remember—remember thinking oh God, he—he loves so damn much that he’s gonna die for it.”

He puts a hand over his eyes. Weeps.

Steve’s heart shatters.

“But I didn’t,” he murmurs. “Eddie, hey. I didn’t. I’m still here.”

He lifts his hand again, reaches for him. Very clumsily touches his cheek, until Eddie jerks back with a muttered, “I’m gonna get your bandages wet.”

“Guess I’ll just have to kiss you instead,” Steve replies—and ordinarily that level of boldness might have shocked him, but fuck it; he’s been through enough that the nerves barely register. Can only really feel a sudden wave of exhaustion, anyway.

Eddie snorts—seems to be so taken aback that he stops crying. “Was that a fucking line? In a hospital bed, no less? You have zero shame, Steve Harrington.”

Steve smiles, suppressing a yawn. “Did it work?”

Eddie smiles back. Tears still shine on his face. He pauses, then says, “One,” lifting up a finger like he’s haggling. “Then I’d better go tell someone you woke up.”

“Deal.”

And Steve is quickly becoming too tired to do much in the way of responding, so that the whole thing ends up being just a brief press of lips against one another. Even then, it’s the best. Because Eddie’s lips are warm, and all Steve can taste is the salt of his tears. No blood.

Eddie draws back just a little, gives one last lingering peck. Then he moves away.

Steve’s eyes are delayed in opening; when he manages it, he sees Eddie giving him a tender smile.

“Oh, it was a goodnight kiss, I see,” Eddie teases.

“Mm-hmm.”

Eddie leans forward again, this time to kiss Steve’s forehead. It makes Steve’s eyes close instinctively, and then he can’t seem to open them again.

Eddie chuckles. Sighs. “You’re fading, sweetheart. Gonna go fetch a doctor, then I’ll be right back. Promise.”

“Mm. Trust you.”

Trust you with everything.

He hears Eddie standing up, pushing the chair aside—everything muffled, but softly so. Not frightening. Not anymore.

As Steve drifts off, his last thought is that Eddie had been right; he would’ve died for love.

But now…

Now he’d like to try living for it.

#the universes in which steve is self-sacrificing are never ending #steddie fic #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve and robin #steve and dustin #eddie and dustin #eddie and nancy

[amity206]

analysis of The Two Embers

I gotta go to sleep but first y’all get this

these two images are almost certainly an old Golden Wasteland. It’s interesting to see that the shipwreck already seems to have been abandoned, and that there’s not much left in the Crab Fields anymore besides the pipes and walls. This can’t be too close to the Fall, as the sky is clear and the water is clean. Also love the manatee.

the first image is probably closer to the Fall - maybe during the storm, as we see lightning and red skies. The child looks older here, if this is the same child - their hair is longer and they look taller. So maybe over the course of the show we’ll watch them grow up as the Kingdom falls?

these shots are probably from the Hidden Forest - I can sort of see a crab and trees? Possibly a reference to older teasers where they went through the Hidden Forest

These shoes look like the sewer system of Golden Wasteland? Earlier we saw concept art for a scene that looked like this. Maybe the child is going exploring?

Interesting shot here, maybe this is a darkstone?

Unsure what’s happening here? The tall figure seems to be bidding them farewell but I can’t place the location, maybe this is as they travel the Kingdom?

Oooh Eden city!! The glow within the building could be the Shattering Diamond pre-shattering?

KRILL!!! We’re gonna see krill!! Hopefully we get some clues on their creation

And magic! Over a book? Perhaps a demonstration, a ceremony, or a lesson? In previous animation teasers we’ve seen that spirits can control light so maybe that’s what’s going on here?

And in the last one we’ve got corrupted parent spirit with darkstone growing on their arm? It’ll be interesting to see the effects of darkstone here now that it’s confirmed that it can corrupt spirits

I hope we get to see the Elders omg

What if… we get a season based off the events of the animation…

#sky cotl #sky cotl lore #woooo!!!!

[floydstruly]

i know it’s been too long.

synopsis: it’s cold, much too cold for a student from Royal Sword Academy—so Floyd figures out a solution that benefits the both of you.

cw. nothing! Yay! It’s just pure fluff >__< not proof read though also! No use of y/n or any mention of name I hate using that so umm not really warning free but still! Whatever!

note. someone give me a request or talk to me in my inbox I’m so bored

pairing: floyd x gn!reader

Winter break is just a week away but even so, it is needlessly gloomy today, clouds shroud the tops of the school and the rain falls down relentlessly, the class is all but silent as your teacher forces you to sit down, lecturing you on the past monarchies–princes, princesses, kings, queens.

You're sure if Floyd was attending Royal Sword Academy with you, he’d be bored half to death. You jot a couple notes down with your ink pen, in the corner of your page is a doodle of what is your best attempt at an eel–or more like Floyd.

Oh, that’s right. You sit up straighter and shudder at the sound of his name in your mind, you promised that you would go and see him during winter break. The thought of going to Night Raven College by yourself, with no entourage or teachers or friends terrifies you.

You think of all the eyes that will follow you around the halls and rude remarks you will receive–it scares you enough to listen to the professor. You immerse yourself in the lecture, trying to keep your mind away from all the possible things that could happen over the break.

Maybe it’ll be worth it if you get to be with your boyfriend, but still, hopefully winter break doesn’t come soon.

No one is around.

You can hear little woodland creatures chittering and the echoes of laughter amidst the snow. The plants are covered in a thin, fragile layer of frost–once green, but now, all wilted and lifeless from the relentless weather. The snowfall flutters down in a serene, peaceful way; like powder, covering the once barren rival campus in a pure white.

Along with the winter season comes the cold, crisp air that continuously nips at you, your skin red with what is reminiscent of blush. You should’ve worn a layer more–you feel as though you will freeze over the longer you spend outside.

You can’t help but admire the spectacle, although it may not be anything special, it reminds you of your home, which doesn’t seem so far away anymore. As you reluctantly trek through the snow and towards the college, it crunches down under your weight.

A cold breeze passes by as you walk, you shiver, burying your face into the scarf Floyd gifted you not so long ago. It craves itself with the image of an eel, wrapping around your neck and comforting your loneliness with what is reminiscent of him. You take a breath in, it still smells like him, sort of like fresh river water.

It’s hard to remember the last time you’ve seen him.

“Shrimpy!” A shrill, excited voice calls out to you when you poke your head into the Monstro Lounge curiously.

That’s right, it’s been at least four months since you’ve last heard that voice in person. Knowing the contempt that Night Raven students have for the ‘pissy and pauper’, you’ve never once tried to venture too far outside of Royal Sword Academy, let alone think about it with the exception of school events.

That’s what you look forward to most–because those are the only times you see Floyd, really.

You can feel a couple watchful eyes on you and your uniform as white as snow, completely untarnished and the face of perfection. You adjust your clothes under the weight of their gaze nervously, you’re starting to think that maybe you shouldn’t have come to spend the holiday with Floyd.

“See? Told yah this was a good idea, they like you already!” You’re not sure that ‘like’ was the right word, maybe something more akin to disdain or loathing. He smiles and waves his hand to beckon to follow him, his rows of pearly, sharp teeth only add to your unease.

You oblige, allowing yourself to be whisked away by merman.

The heart of the fireplace beats against the two of you, slowly chasing away the remains of the harsh winter cold. Floyd is sprawled against the velvety couch in the VIP lounge, his head rested soundly on your lap. You sit stiffly in place and push his hair aside to allow yourself to admire his features more closely.

You’re all alone again, but it feels much more welcoming now.

His fingers find their way under your eel-like scarf, you shudder at the touch of his skin against yours–fingertips pressing against your ever increasing pulse. It’s a foreign, his hands are cool. But you don’t try to swat his hand away, instead, you sigh and press the palm of his closer to your neck.

“You cold?” He asks, shifting his body, sitting up and pushing the scarf away from your neck. You nod quietly in response, underneath the soft, woolly fabric, he manages to make you grin for a moment–melting the confines of your enclosed heart.

He unravels the scarf and tosses it on the dirty floor, exposing your neck to the open air–it doesn’t help at all, but you can’t help but laugh. It takes a moment and comes out gradually, first, as a snicker, then into a giggle, and lastly, into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, “did I help?”

“No,” you shake your head, your smile finally reaches your eyes, “can I have my scarf back? That just made me colder.”

“You don’t need that stupid thing, you have me.” He buries his head into your neck in place of the scarf, his arms around your waist in a constrictive embrace. It doesn’t help either, he is cold blooded after all. You can feel his teeth nip at your skin, just as the air did outside not so long ago. But it’s much more pleasant.

“Stupid?” you ask as you return the hug, “you gave that to me.”

“You have the real Floyd right here! You can have it back after winter break, just pay attention to me for now, I missed you lots.”

For some odd reason, it feels a lot warmer now.

“Yeah, don’t worry, you’ll be seeing me more often.”

Maybe, you can ignore all the hate filled stares if it means just a moment longer with Floyd.

“I missed you too.”

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech x y/n #floyd leech x yuu

[novacqnes]

omg could u write an au fic where both ellie and the fem!reader are detectives working on a case but like uhm, they’re also- married 🤭 and in one scenario they are undercover in a club and the reader has to act flirty with the bad guy and so ofc ellie is jealous…… that means yes. jealous s e x. uhm. please. i just- want to imagine ellie in a suit LMAO

poison // ellie williams

warning: angst, smut, jealousy, top!ellie, squirting, fingering, strap on usage (fem receiving), mentions of crime (prostitution, human trafficking, drugs)

pairing: ellie williams x fem reader

a/n: …..this is pure genius. i haven’t been able to stop thinking about this ask since you’ve sent it in. i definitely need to delve into detective ellie fics for my own peace of mind. also i don’t usually put a wc in requested fics but this one is kinda lengthy so keep that in mind—

ellie saw red. thick crimson splotches crept into the corners of her vision making it nearly impossible to see— let alone think clearly. green eyes narrowed into the sight on the opposite side of the bar. there, a man and a woman sat playfully bantering back and forth. their words were drowned out by the obnoxiously loud music, but the image was enough for ellie to get the picture. 

to most he was known as philip grant, a pompous ass responsible for running one of the largest prostitution and drug rings in the country. the man was balding, pale, and stocky— he couldn’t have been over 5’2, yet his arrogance preceded him. ellie observed silently. his lips, cracked and brittle, pressed into a menacing grin as he fixated on the woman before him. 

jealousy stirred inside ellie the longer she watched the woman— her wife flirt with grant. the long touches, dramatic laughter, and seductive eyes made her stomach turn, yet there was nothing she could do besides watch. any sort of interference would blow your cover, jeopardizing the lives of everyone in the club— including you. thus ellie opted for bitter jealousy, submerging herself in it as she did her best to trust you. after all, you needed to find some way to nail him or he’d walk free once again.

“i see him, it’s the last table to your right,” ellie whispered, adjusting the buttons of her coat. the two of you sat at a table just a few feet away, dressed to blend in with the elite to attend the club. she wore a jet-black suit that conformed to her body perfectly. yet your focus was pulled in the opposite direction.

 “el, we’ve got to get something from him tonight.”

“i know.” her breath hitched, pressure mounted onto both of your shoulders as time crept by with no true plan. by midnight philip grant would still be a free man and the possibility of changing that was growing scarce. you needed to act fast and without a call to action, ellie was without choices. she reached for her gun, sliding it into her jacket as she rose from her seat.

immediately you hopped up blocking her path, “what the hell are you doing?”

“…..i’m gonna go talk to him?” ellie muttered, her cheeks burning bright pink. shooting the man was not an option. the arrest needed to be swift and quick— which meant no guns nor endangering customers. you swiped the pistol from ellie’s hands, discreetly placing it in your bag. 

you pulled her back towards the table, “you can’t just walk up to him. the moment he sees you coming he’s gonna run— and it’ll be months till we get an opportunity like this again.”

“so what’s your idea?” she sighed, her hands thrown up in defeat. carefully your eyes lingered on the man for just a moment. dozens of girls swarmed, some from the club, others had come with him. they hung on grant’s every word— so much so that if he asked them to jump off a cliff they’d do it in heartbeat. 

“i’ll go.”

“you’ve gotta be kidding me,” ellie sputtered, her eyes doubling in size. 

“listen to me, philip grant is an asshole— a chauvinistic pig that gets off on exploiting women. all i need to do is stroke his ego a bit and he’ll start talking.”

you were right, and ellie knew it but she didn’t like it. she loathed this part of the job. the side that seemingly blurred the lines between reality and fiction. it required you to play a character, and put on a persona in exchange for just a sliver of information. it was something you were good at, yet ellie still detested it. 

“i can do this, alright? i promise if things start to go south i’ll signal and we’ll send the cops in— now tell me, how do i look?” despite your adamance ellie was more than hesitant. yet the plan was already in motion, and there was no time to stand in the way of it.  

“beautiful,” she whispered, allowing the pit deep inside of her to fester. you shot your wife a quick grin, placing a soft on your face before adjusting your dress. then you whipped out a dark red lipstick that was sure to captivate grant’s attention. 

in one large breath, you sauntered over to the opposite side of the room. as you approached the man a sly grin took hold of your lips. plastering itself there the more he eyed you up and down. his gaze felt like venom. your stomach churned with nausea as it intensified, sending a cold chill through your bones. nevertheless you took the seat in front of him, outstretching your hand.

“mr grant, right? i’m elora.” 

philip grant was an asshole, in every sense of the word. simply seeing you with him was enough to evoke more than jealousy from ellie. she couldn’t hear anything over the loudspeakers so she had to rely on sight, which seemed to worsen her regret. she despised the way he looked at you— as if you were prey, something to be conquered. and you had no choice but to play into it. 

she watched as your arms wrapped around his, pulling him closer to your body. in a matter of minutes, you’d manage to blend in with his women seamlessly, cooing at the man’s words. ellie’s felt nauseated as you doted on the man, pushing the boundary in order to draw more information. she was sure that if she stood by any longer she’d vomit. 

desperately she sought out a sign— anything to signal that she could arrest grant but nothing came. the music ruined any possibility of eavesdropping so she had to opt for visuals and they only made her even more jealous. she fiddled with the silver band on finger, her gaze narrowing on grant’s hand. it trailed from her pocket and to your arm as he slipped you a paper, leaning in dangerously close to whisper.

ellie wanted to gag, his lips nearly brushed your ear. although it was small compared to what she’d witnessed it was enough for her to radio in the cops surrounding the small bar. within a matter of seconds, she stormed over to the two of you, whipping out her handcuffs. 

“wait el—“ but your protests fell on deaf ears. at that moment dozens of officers swarmed the building, closing in. philip tried to push past yet ellie’s hand sent him crashing back down. his face turned beet red and ellie towered over him, more powerful than you’d ever seen her. 

“philip grant you are under arrest for 18 counts of human sex trafficking and the murders of rose and ruby daniels,” she said sternly, locking the metal around his wrists. bewildered, his eyes found yours as if to plead for help yet he was baffled by the lack of surprise on your face. 

“elora? y-you know her? lying bitch you set me up,” he spat, malice laced in each word. he opened his mouth to continue yet you count register a thing. instead, your focus found its way back to ellie. you watched as she passed grant along to the cops, the solemn glare in her eyes remaining. this was a win for both of you, but it was quickly overshadowed by the looming tension that hung over your heads. 

“what’d you find out?” her words were short and she refused to spare you a glance for more than a moment at a time. 

“he told me where he keeps the rest of the girls.” you slipped a sheet of paper into her palm. in it was a full outline of grant’s businesses which was guaranteed to work against him in court. despite uncovering the piece of evidence that would bury him, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of annoyance radiating from ellie.

“what?” she asked, growing restless under your prying eyes.

“i told you to wait,” you faltered, “he was gonna tell me about murders before—“

“we got what we came for, y/n. i wasn’t going to sit back and watch you flirt with him all night.” the last thing you wanted to do was fight— especially not about philip grant. yet ellie wasn’t in a position to reason with you. she saw what she wanted too— and that was you flirting with someone that wasn’t her. 

“listen i’m gonna leave this in evidence… just meet me in the car.�� with that ellie turned sharply on her heel not even allowing you the chance to respond. still, you did your best to remain cheerful, making a mental note to apologize once you got home. hopefully, the events of the night would be long forgotten for both of your sakes. 

however, this was the opposite of what happened— the car ride back home was dreadful. ellie hardly even looked your way. vivid details of the ordeal seemed to haunt her. the shameless image of you fawning over grant seared its way into her memory and it only upset her even more. it felt like a wall was being built between the two of you and you had no way of tearing it down. unfortunately, when you got home it was no different.

ellie stormed into the apartment ahead, leaving you trailing behind. she made her way into the bedroom and the anger was detectable even from the kitchen. 

“you hungry? i could make something or we could order in?” you called, only to be greeted by the distinct sounds of silence.

you tried a second time yet all of your attempts amounted to nothing. exasperated, you followed pervading noise all the way towards the room down the hall. there ellie sat on a large bed— the place the two of you shared your most intimate moments. on most days it acted as a safe haven but now it seemed more treacherous than ever. 

the air was thick, presumably from the budding tension that only seemed to stir as you approached your wife. her green eyes buzzed with a certain type of poison— jealousy.

“please don’t tell me you’re giving me the silent treatment because of philip grant,” you muttered, shifting under her fierce gaze. it ignited something inside of you that was utterly unfamiliar. it was ardent passion in a way that you’d never experienced. 

she rose from the mattress, stepping towards you until she was just a few inches away. the heat was palpable and it took shape right in between the two of you, blending in with the jealousy that oozed from ellie.

“you know what i hate most about this job?” she whispered, her voice light and delicate like a feather. you hadn’t realized it then but you were just barely touching the wall. and you feared if ellie stepped any closer you’d be right against it. 

“seeing you with other people.” 

you began, “but it doesn’t mean anything—

“did you see the way he looked at you? hm?” she moved towards you, gradually sealing the distance between your bodies. the cold surface of the wall pressed up against your back, offering you little comfort as ellie spoke. her words were pointed and direct, you could almost make out the hurt behind them but it was overshadowed by a more intense feeling. 

“he wanted to fuck you. jesus y/n….the guy was practically frothing at the mouth the entire time and i had to sit there and watch it.” ellie seethed. she placed each of her arms on the opposite of your body, caging you in as her body stood firm against you. thus with every movement, no matter how minuscule you were able to feel the muscles that lay under ellie’s heavy suit. each one molding against you just perfectly.

“can’t really blame 'em’ though, right?” ellie leaned into your ear, pressing her body against yours with much more fervor. she left soft kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck when you felt something prod at your thigh. you bit back a gasp, jerking against the wall as you looked down. 

“you’re just so beautiful….” she cooed, a sharp tinge glimmering in her eyes. her words were gentle although her body told an entirely different story— and you would soon experience the magnitude of it. she hooked her calloused hands under your chin pulling you into a heated kiss. your hands roamed her body stopping at her crotch where you felt a strong bulge. immediately you went to unzip her pants but quickly stopped by ellie herself. 

“n-no— not yet. get on the bed.” 

you followed her orders without complaint. you took your spot on the bed as ellie watched, slowly peeling from her clothes. you followed suit stripping down to nothing but your underwear. once again, you reached for her yet she remained planted in her spot, desire burning in her eyes. you ached to have her near you— to have ellie inside of you.

“i need you ellie— please,” you whined, slowly soaking the thin piece of cloth over your core. 

“yeah?” 

dazed from anticipation you nodded mumbling incoherently. your hands trailed to your pussy, circling over the soft flesh as your wife hovered over you blinded by intense jealousy. she wanted nothing more than to see you beg. more as a reminder to herself than to you. no matter what happened during a case— you were hers and the simple sight of you pleading was enough to confirm that. 

“where do you need me?” ellie teased, running her fingertips along the side of your thigh. she brought her index finger to your underwear, sliding it underneath.

“in—inside me.” you shivered at the cold contact, gripping the sheets as she continued. one worked on your clit, teasing the nub as one more made its way into your cunt. ellie couldn’t help but moan at the feeling— your walls clamped around her digits desperately as she curved them. pressing up into the spongy tissue that was your g-spot. 

“o—oh shit…..”

you pressed your eyes closed relishing in the warmth that spread across your entire lower body. thick beads of sweat formed on your skin the more it persisted. ellie’s hand was slick with your fluids but it wasn’t enough. she picked up the pace drawing intense pleas from your lips that replicated music— yet she wanted to do more.

“tell me what you want, y/n.” her tone was so assertive and it made your head spin. you opened your eyes, forcing yourself to look back. frenzied short hairs clung to the side of her face and her cheeks were flushed, it all read of sweet determination. like she had something to prove. 

“i want you to f-fuck me— with it,” you purred, your hands traveling back to the now-exposed dildo that sat in between her legs. ellie leaned down to kiss you once more before removing her fingers from your heart and bringing them to your lips. in one swift motion, ellie moved her body on top of yours, situating herself comfortably in between your legs. she kissed down your chest, cupping her hands over your toys as she brought each one to her mouth, feverishly sucking. 

she sat up, teasingly running the silicone over your pussy coating the tip. the sensation caused you to jerk back, sending a smirk to ellie’s plush lips. after moments she moved forward, filling you to the hilt.

“is this what you wanted?”

“yes—yes it’s fucking perfect el,” you cried, hot tears welling in the corners of your eyes. she pursued a relentless pace, slamming her hips against. the rapid movement spread the pleasure all throughout your body, leaving you nearly speechless. 

strings of obscenities filled ellie’s ears as she sunk into you with each merciless stroke. your legs shook from the impact, desperately wrapping against her. the bed rocked along with the two of you, crashing into the wall as ellie fucked you.

you clasped onto her face, cupping it in your palms as you brought her face down. she pressed her forehead against yours, her pants mixing with moans and the filthy sounds of your pussy. 

“don’t stop, fuck me ha—“ your whines became caught in your throat as ellie pulled out, gently moving you into your stomach. she moved behind you, taking her place as she continued the fervent pace— this time with much more aggression. 

your cheeks rubbed harshly against the fabric of the blanket. you weren’t given much time to adjust to the next position before that same pit pleasure took shape inside of you. and it strengthened with each taunting thrust of ellie’s hips. 

she knew you were close, she could practically feel it in the way your body writhed underneath her. thus her movements had much more vigor and purpose behind them. she needed to bring you to unravel and she was going to be the one to do it. thus ellie placed a firm hand by your head to stabilize herself. using her free one to toy with your sensitive clit. 

“close aren’t you?” she hummed. 

“….please let me come” your voice grew weary and your body stiff. streams of pleasure rippled through your body and in a matter of seconds your vision was distorted by black spots. the sweet poisonous pit in your stomach unraveled, drawing deep loud moans from your lips. 

ellie moved from your body. watching in awe as you soaked the white sheets beneath you, drenching them in fluids. shockwaves tore through your body beautifully leaving you a mess on the bed you shared with your wife. she left soft kisses all over your face and neck, slowly easing from your high. 

“so beautiful…..”

as your vision cleared you gazed up at ellie, who hovered over you. the fierceness in her gaze was long gone, replaced with concern as she looked back at you.

neither of you said anything about the ordeal, in fact, you’d almost forgotten about it. instead, you were struck with fatigue. dozing off as ellie doted on you. she removed the wet sheets from the bed, replacing them with new comfortable ones for you to sleep on.

she took her spot snug behind you, burying her face into the crevice of your neck as she basked in your warmth. she adored these moments. especially the intimate one’s where she was able to see aspects of you that only she’d have the pleasure of experiencing. and it was all the reassurance she needed. 

#the last of us #tlou #the last of us 2 #tlou2 #ellie willams #ellie williams x fem reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut #ellie williams angst #the last of us x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams fanfic #requests

[euphoricfilter]

i would like to share this smut fic idea that’s been rotting my brain for days now

(cw: smut, dom! jimin, sub! reader, both wearing skirts while they fuck and a little bit of spanking, use of a dildo. mild talks of body image)🕺

likely to be titled: ‘the feminine pact’

this is half a product of a tiktok i saw and half part of the conversation that was brought up last week… maybe two weeks ago about how femininity and dominance can coexist within the same sphere

and a mildly self indulgent fic to heal my weird mindset when it comes to clothes and how undeserving i feel of actual nice things or ways i present myself

☆ jimin and you who have been in a long term relationship, both know you’re each other’s lasts and neither have any plans to break it off as you are both very much obsessed with one another and hold too much love for the other to even think of someone else in more than a platonic sense

☆ i’m thinking maybe you stumbles across a pretty little dress or skirt, something super feminine and so far out of what you would normally wear. and maybe jimin notices you’ve been looking at it for a little longer than you usually would and asks why you don’t buy it

☆ you’d shake your head and tell him it wasn’t really for you (and jimin would pick up on the double meaning). you’ve both talked about self image and self depreciation before so he knows it’s more than just not thinking it’ll fit your body— you feels undeserving.

☆ and so, as the best boyfriend he is, jimin would obviously order it for you. but he wouldn’t stop there; he’d buy one for himself too!!

☆ and maybe you would cry, a little overwhelmed, scared, worried even. but so very much in love with jimin and how much of a sweetheart he is that you don’t know what else to do but cry and cling onto him with a blubbery thank you tumbling off your lips between hiccups

☆ jimin wouldn’t have been oblivious to talk of his own frowned upon femininity. not exactly the perfect man, too lithe and too pretty. probably having grown up in a household that held ‘typical’ masculinity above everything. and so, his own personal growth would play a part in the story too!! as he discovers that it’s okay to be a mid-point. that being a ‘good stereotypical’ man isn’t the be-all-end-all and that actually accepting femininity as a part of himself makes him feel more comfortable in his own skin

☆ and hence forth the femininity pact!

☆ you’d probably both talk about it again because communication is important for the both of you! how when you wears skirts or dresses you feel strange in her own skin. and jimin talking about his own little fantasies of just, not being restrained to what has been expected of him and exploring a part of him he hadn’t felt comfortable to explore before

☆ and then comes the conversation of how you’d even approach this. starting off small. glittery pink eye shadow and hours spent watching make up tutorials from youtube, streamed on the tv so you can really take in what is being said

☆ learning how to do eyeliner, with you sat on the counter in the bathroom as jimin leans closer to the mirror. and maybe he learns how to do it a little faster, less chunky, maybe even learning how to do it with eye shadow. and then each morning, he does his own and then yours

☆ once the dysmorphia becomes somewhat more bearable with the make up, still a new feeling for the both of you. then would come the clothes. probably one of the biggest challenges

☆ both of them starting with cute tops, an easy start but still a little daunting. jimin would make sure you’re always matching, always changing before you do and then helping you into your clothes. kissing each insecurity he knows you have before helping with your buttons or zipping up a skirt

☆ and of course, jimin would find you utterly beautiful. it’s not that he hadn’t seen you as anything but before. but this, this was something new.

☆ and so, he’d fuck you with the both of you wearing skirts.

☆ glittery eye shadow clinging to the pads of his fingers that leave a shimmery path of pretty love down your body as he pulls your shirt over your tits

☆ his eyeliner a little smudged— print of your lipstick painting his cheeks, maybe dark red, or a blush pink.

☆ maybe he’d fuck you on the bathroom counter, make up and skincare clattering to the floor as he thrusts up into you. silk pyjamas pulled over your thighs and jimin’s pooling at his ankles, calling you pretty and perfect and so utterly his— he wants to stuff you full of his cum until it’s dripping down your thighs and you’re a total mess with zero thoughts except him.

☆ and maybe the days you needed that little push, swallowed by your own self deprecating thoughts and ugly emotions that made you feel shitty. jimin wouldn’t have it. tugging a skirt up your hips and then laying you over his thighs, deft fingers coming down to slap your ass until tears cling to your waterline and slick soaked the crotch of your frilly panties

☆ and maybe he gets a little carried away while the two of you are out. dragging you into the bathroom, kissing you until your lips are smudged and sticky with lipgloss that he re-applies after fingering you. your pretty glittery nails digging into his shoulders and raking down his back

☆ and being the little menace that he is. he’d buy you a glittery pink dildo. all cute and fun until he makes you bounce on it in front of him. his cock straining under the dress he’s wearing.

☆ and you’re not allowed his cock until you’ve made yourself all pretty and messy for him. pretty pussy a little puffy and used before he slides between your walls and claims you as his all over again. making sure you lick his cock clean of your juices and stuffing his fingers back into your cunt so his seed doesn’t spill out of you.

☆ just jimin fucking you in a skirt and the both of you being pretty people that learn to love yourselves and pretty things

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #bts #jimin x reader #jimin fic #bts jimin #jimin smut #jimin #jimin imagine #jimin x you #jimin fluff #jimin fanfic

[foreverisntenough]

- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This story will contain fluff, suggestion, smut love bombing, little sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really…

Note: I was planning on keeping this just for myself so please be nice. I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Chapter 8 - ‘You’re Mine’

Marcel watched Trent rub his eyes sitting in the airport lounge. He looked so distressed that it confused his brother. He had a good holiday but wasn’t mad about getting back to his own bed, not understanding Trent’s dismay. He didn’t particularly want to ask, still annoyed about the snub last night but he did anyway.

“Bro, what’s up?” Marcel asked pretty disingenuously but he did care.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. All good mate.” Trent pushed the inquiry away.

“Marc, obviously it’s the loss of his unlimited supply he’s had for the past few days.” One of the other boys quipped alluding to the amount of sex Trent and you were having. The comment struck a nerve.

“Aye, shut the fuck up. Don’t talk about her again bro. I’m fucking serious.” Trent snapped, causing all the boys to quiet down. Tyler stood up and moved toward Trent sitting down next him placing his hand on his shoulder.

“Yo bro, sorry, just bants,” his friend spoke before Tyler could.

“You good Trenski?” Tyler said quietly more to him then to the group. “It’ll be fine. Keep your head down, focus in on the season starting, if it’s meant to be you guys will work something out later.”

“That’s not what I want at all. I don’t want later.” Trent sighed although seeing your name light up across his phone, a slight smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“… and you want?” Marcel chimed in inquiring.

“Her. Her all day.” Trent confessed but was getting overwhelmed by the attention on him now. He stood up walking away from the group with his hand rubbing his face the other opening your message. His brothers knew him well enough to know it was better to leave him be for a little. Trent was always stubborn but sensitive too although they hadn’t really seen him get so worked up over someone else before.

You took a selfie of your face pressed into the bouquet left by Trent, your face was tear stained, cheeks flushed full with a soft smile. You could see your naked shoulders rolled into the flowers, your arm holding the phone outstretched showing your legs wrapped around the arrangement your spine curled leaning into it. You liked the vulnerability of the photo but didn’t think too much about it as Trent had already seen every inch of you. You sent a text with the photo to him thoughtlessly

“Missing you baby 😘 Thank you again sweet boy”

The message had Trent’s heart beating out of his chest. The image of you in a towel, almost naked, made his cock twitch. He could almost hear your voice singing the word ‘baby’ in his head which ultimately just made him sad.

He boarded the private plane and tucked into his seat, headphones on, ignoring the boys who were being particularly rowdy. Marcel decided to check on Trent seeing that his little sulk was going on longer than he was used to.

“Bro, give her a call. Just try to relax, if you want her.. show her that. You’ll work it out if you actually give it a go and don’t just dwell on it.” His words were actually quite true which surprised Trent but he didn’t have the energy to give his brother shit about it.

“Yeah, yeah, mate. I’m gonna get this to work.” Trent said with more confidence than he actually had.

Your phone buzzed once you had arrived back in your apartment. The sun beamed through the window illuminating the flowers you had brought home, his sweater wrapped you up perfectly as you sat tucked on your couch.

“Hello..” you answered apprehensively but with a big grin.

“You okay, baby?” Trent asked you but you could hear that he was sad.

“Trying but little better hearing from you. I’m pretty cozy right now though, thank you for ‘leaving’ your jumper for me.. you did leave it on purpose right?” to him, you were incredibly endearing. He giggled at your words and your innocence.

The boys on the plane quieted down listening to Trent laugh for the first time all day.

“I did. Thought you’d like to have it.” He cooed with a big smile plastered across his face.

“It’s embarrassing how much I miss you already. Are you sure you’re 100% set on this whole football career?” You joked a little.

“Yeah” he giggled some more. “Pretty set on it, it’s my job after all.”

“Alright, alright. Fine, I guess I’ll have to come see you at work then.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Trent couldn’t pull the grin off his face as he kept talking to you. He stayed on the phone with you for a while before he told you he had to go because he didn’t want the call to drop during the flight, leaving you without a proper goodbye.

By the time they landed back in England the plane had completely gone quiet. The boys all passed out, begrudgingly having to wake up now to get off. Once on the tarmac the boys yawned saying their goodbyes surrounded by a barrage of Rimowa luggage and the Louis Vuitton duffle bag you lusted after when you first saw it in Trent’s hotel room. Trent, Tyler, and Marcel all got into a car to head to their family home to see their mum first, a ride that was particularly quiet compared to the brothers normal volume. They dragged their feet into the house. Marcel beelined to the couch slouching down into it. In typical boy fashion, the three boys had failed to tell their mum, Dianne, exactly what time they would be returning.

“Oh my god, my babies!” Dianne yelled seeing Marcel appear on the couch, leaving the kitchen, she ran over to him squeezing his face. “My youngest baby” she cooed.

“Mum…enough,” Marcel groaned trying to pull her hands from him.

“Coming from America mum, not back from war.” Tyler smiled walking over to her giving her a proper hug and kiss.

“And you… hello sweetheart” Dianne pushed at Trent who wasn’t really in the mood.

“He’s being a bitch today,” Marcel quipped, only to catch a light tap to the back of his head from his mum.

“Why so moody hun?”

“Yeah, just tired, don't know.” Trent ignored the obvious reason, giving his mum a tight hug before leaving to go to the kitchen, grabbing a water before sitting at the island.

“He’s upset he had to leave his girlfriend.” Tyler exposed him.

“…girlfriend?” Dianne was confused but wanted to stay calm in an effort to get as much information out of them as possible.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Trent yelled, overhearing from the kitchen.

“You wish she was.” Marcel chimed in again. The conversation fizzled out though with no one really having the energy to further it, the boys now splitting up going in separate directions throughout the house. Although Dianne was still hooked on the limited information about a possible girlfriend.

Trent sat at the island counter slumped over his phone, resting his face on his hand, swiping through photos. He sighed zooming in on little details seeing your smile lines, his hands on your waist, little freckles placed on your bare shoulders, your lips pressed to his skin. Pictures of you in bed had him fantasizing about being back there with you but when the pictures got a little steamier, erotic almost, he had to swipe out of the application to compose himself, he was in his mum’s kitchen after all.

“Going to tell me her name?” Dianne asked entering the kitchen, her hand coming to rub her son's back.

“Y/N” Trent sighed again. Pulling up a more innocent photo of you to show his mom. Trent became obsessed with taking pictures of you over your days together. He thought you were so beautiful without even trying. He had so many pictures of you asleep on his chest or wrapped in a towel in the bathroom, some incredibly more lude, and some much more sweet.

“She’s very pretty, Trent.” His mum confirmed.

“Yeah, I know. She’s perfect, the thing is she has no idea how beautiful she is and she’s so smart..” he began rambling about the intricacies of you. His mum just smiled listening patiently.

“You must really like her” she cooed “so she’s your girlfriend?” Asking what she really wanted to know.

“No, no, I mean…” he paused. “She’s mine, like she’s not but we’re… I don’t know.” Trent struggled to explain.

“Hmm okay. But you like her? And she knows this?” Dianne kept talking, trying to wrap her head around the situation.

“Yeah, yeah she definitely knows. I’m gonna have her come visit after the preseason.” Trent informed her.

“Oh… is she not from here?” She asked, causing him to laugh, thinking that would’ve been obvious or have already come up somehow.

“Nah, she’s American.” He said smiling at another picture of you.

“I don’t mind that” His mum smiled as she had American roots. “If you're happy, I’m happy sweetheart but don’t lose sight of priorities, alright?” Dianne wanted to make sure nothing was going to disturb his focus on the fast approaching football season.

Trent collapsed onto his bed in a huff after a long day of traveling. When he mustered up the strength to shower he stood in front of his bathroom mirror pulling his shirt over his head to see little love bites, light bruises from where your lips had been the night before. His hand brushed over the spots. He silently moaned at the thought of your lips back on his skin. The thought of you in bed paired with the fact that he wasn’t going to have that for weeks had his cock growing hard painfully. He turned to get into the shower in an attempt to clear his head. The water stung his skin. When he rubbed his hands over where he could reach on his back he felt the markings from your nails. He smiled a little at the memory of what caused you to scratch down him, his cock only getting harder.

Trent looked down at his cock beginning to leak pre-cum. He missed you a lot and liked you a lot but god, physically you drove him mad. He felt bad but he needed to release; the thought of you had him burning up. He placed one of his hands against the cold shower tiles, his other dominant hand began stroking his cock to the thought of you. For some reason the image of you on your knees in the bar’s maintenance closet was the one scenario that came flooding back to him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect baby. Taking me so well.” He moaned out, his eyes closed remembering you with his cock in your mouth. He could imagine your beautiful face tear stained bobbing up and down his length. He wanted to hear the sounds of you sucking him off so bad, feel the vibrations of your moans on his cock. God, this was going to be a long few weeks, his hand pumping himself faster until he released. His cum leaked, his chest heaving, your name on his lips. “Fuck..” he groaned.

Trent laid in his bed alone. He missed the smell of your perfume, seeing your clothes littered in the hotel room, he missed a strange place that you had managed to make feel like home. A few days passed and you spoke a lot but both were tentative to dive into conversations you were dying to have when you called him one night.

“Are you busy baby?” You asked needily. You missed Trent a lot. The days were getting incredibly long and your distance felt further than ever.

“Never for you, beautiful. You okay?.” He asked sweetly, genuinely wanting to hear how you were. Lucky for Trent he was often preoccupied with work outs most of the day but at night he was so lonely without you. He hadn’t even left for preseason yet, the time apart was just dragging on forever.

“I miss you…” you said quietly, a little ashamed at just how much you did.

“I know, sweet girl. Miss you so much.” He cooed back. He was being cute but it wasn’t exactly the mood you were in.

“T… I really miss you baby.” You sighed, practically moaning. You just couldn’t hold it together anymore.

“God, your voice is my favorite sound.” He was quick to reply with words that had your heart aching. You giggled trying to push away how sad you were, only making room for your desperation to bubble over uncontrollably.

“I miss your voice in my ear” you told him before he groaned at your suggestive comment.

“Yeah, you miss me telling you how sexy you are? What a good girl you are f’me?” He was practically growling. You sank down in your bed, rustling under the duvet. Trent leaned against his headboard trying to compose himself to some degree because the thought of you had the blood rushing to his cock.

“T, I miss being close to you.” You complained.

“Me too, baby. Miss your body so much. Do me a favor, yeah?” You smiled, praying you and he were going to be okay at this. You just needed to hear his voice coach you through an orgasm again so you could finally breathe during the day.

“Whatever you want.” You assured him you would do anything for him.

“Can you touch yourself for me?” He asked so innocently.

Your hand slipped into your sweats, your fingers running through your dripping wet folds.

“T, I’m so fucking wet. I miss you so much.” You moaned

“Yeah?” Trent couldn’t not smile. He liked knowing he could have you like this even across an ocean through the phone.

“Baby…” you paused, “can I see you?” You asked cautiously. Your phone buzzed with an incoming FaceTime call before you even heard a verbal response.

“Lemme see that pretty pussy,” he said without hesitation, his voice laced with lust. You had discarded your sweats and leaned back propping your phone up for him to see you spread your legs some more, your fingers tracing through your folds gathering your slick.

“Fuck… suck on your fingers like it’s my cock baby.” He commanded you and you happily obliged, slowly dragging your fingers up your body pulling your shirt up with your fingers showing more and more to him. You sucked on your fingers being incredibly messy, spit pooling in the corners of your mouth, showing him as you licked your fingers like you would if it was him, drawing your tongue up around and down them.

“Do you miss having your cock sucked?” you asked boldly, pulling your fingers from your mouth. Trent knew he missed you but hearing your words made him completely fall apart. The thought of you had him impossibly hard.

“Yeah, baby, miss your mouth so much.” He said his hands sliding down to stroke his cock. He could barely talk because he was lost watching your fingers grazing back over your body down to your soaking wet core. Trent begged you to slide your wet fingers in and out of your body.

“Fuck T, I miss you... I-fuck.. I need you.” you whined at the feeling of your quick pace dreaming it could be him.

“Need you baby, want to feel your pussy on my cock again.” He moaned laced with desire. You talked to him like he was with you making you feel good like he had many times. Your mind was clouded by how badly you wanted him in the room with you, his lips on your skin. You were pathetically begging for him but he honestly was no better. There really was no shame, you both missed this.

“Be a good girl and cum f’me” he was barely able to grunt out the words completely enamored by the noises you were making that he missed so much.

“Fuck, fuck..fu- fuck..” you couldn’t hold it anymore, white hot pleasure surged though you as Trent watched you squirm.

“That’s it baby, feels so fu-fucking good” he shuddered. “Shit baby, I’m gonna cum too.” He said before he released onto his stomach, breathing incredibly hard, eyes shut.

“I miss you so much, I miss this so much.” You panted out.

“Me too baby. I don’t want to say too much or have you think it’s just some sort of post cum sentiment but I like this, I’m not sure what you think this is but whatever it is I really really like it. I like you so much. You’re mine, beautiful.” He admitted wholeheartedly, vulnerable, in stark contrast to his lustful words moments ago.

“Really?” You questioned despite hearing the sincerity in his voice. You rolled over in your bed, your face leaned against your pillow, laying your phone across from you the same, holding so it felt like he was on that pillow next to you.

“Yeah, really baby.” He cooed confirming.

“I wish you were here so I could kiss you, T” you said sweetly. You two were so enraptured in the other you failed to notice how much time had passed since you began the call.

“I want to kiss you so bad sweet girl.”

“Oh fuck.. it’s late here, it must be so so late for you T. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care, I missed your face. Wanted to hear your voice and definitely missed hearing you moan” he said giggling a little. You two talked for way too long after going back and forth gushing over the other, missing each other tremendously.

Nights continued like this, early evening for you, late for him, you stayed glued to your phones talking. Whenever you could you’d sneak a cheeky photo to send. You wanted to make sure he didn’t forget about you and he sure as hell wasn’t going to regardless. Trent practically drooled at his phone at the provocative photos and videos you sent to keep him attached. In the wake of the sexts and phone calls, you two were simultaneously falling more and more for each other, learning little things about everything. This wasn’t some athlete you met and slept with anymore, this was your Trent.

You two were completely attached to the other and yet, no one really knew about your closely intertwined relationship. You both were quiet, reserved, respectful of one another not wanting to push boundaries bringing other people in. You liked being his and you didn’t want to do anything to risk that so you kept your relationship with Trent to yourself. Trent took care of you. He called when he said he would, he texted with you as much as he could, he sent you gifts and flowers often, you were definitely together, neither of you had any interest in seeing anyone else but being far apart made asking or putting a label on things a little awkward.

It was late again. You two lost in each other's eyes talking about how much you missed being together.

“It's a long flight tomorrow, I can just sleep on the plane, baby. I’ll wanna stay up with you.” Trent said, yawning a little.

“T, go to sleep, please.” You cooed trying to get him to go to bed after talking with you for hours.

“Just keep talking to me, I want to hear your voice. I like it. If I fall asleep, I fall asleep.” You giggled a little at how cute he was but you decided to tease a little.

“Erm, no… If I’m talking I’d like it if you were actually listening!” You poked back at the sleepy boy on your screen.

“I am listening! I’m always listening to you, beautiful.” He tried to rectify something he didn’t really need to, you were kidding, but he was so tired he didn’t catch on. “Just wish you were here in my arms.” He cooed eyes half closed snuggling further into his bed imagining your warm skin on his, your scent, the feeling of the skimpy silk pajamas you were currently wearing.

“Goodnight babyyy.” You sang trying to hang up to get him to sleep.

“Wait, wait , wait…” he perked up some. “Do you know how beautiful I think you are?” He tried to sweet talk you into staying on the phone.

“I do” you giggled. “I read it today in the note that came with the flowers… again.” You made fun of him. The same way you were adamant to keep Trent hooked with explicit photos, he was sending you everything from flowers to luxury gifts to your morning Starbucks. His persistence had filled your apartment with little reminders of him. Deliveries appearing at an unbelievable cadence. Neither of you needed to do anything to maintain the other’s interest or hold fascination but it was a fun way to connect when you were far apart.

“I think you’re beautiful too but you're also awfully tired T so..” you kissed towards him on the screen exaggerating a ‘mwah’ sound “ goodnight baby.”

“Goodnight baby” he cooed “I l-lo..I’ll, yeah I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He hung up letting out a sigh of frustration. This wasn’t the first time Trent felt himself almost slip. Just like the night before he flew home from New York, Trent knew exactly how he felt about you but was terrified and the distance was not helping or giving him a good way to tell you. He was flying out of England tomorrow for preseason meaning your time apart was coming slowly but surely to an end. In lieu of that he needed to find a way to ask you to come and visit him officially now.

Weeks had passed when you were laying in your bed on a Friday night. You weren't big on nights out before but staying in consistently to talk with Trent or just cuddling up to your pillow missing him had become your new norm. Your friends had started to get a bit worried. They knew you were seeing someone, it was obvious, but they didn’t really have a lot of details as you tried to keep things hush. Although your emotional distance had them interested, they were more so curious if they should be genuinely concerned. Unannounced, your best friend came to your apartment to check in on you. The knock at your door caught you off guard. You slumped off your unmade bed, the blue light of the tv that was casting Sky Sports in hope of catching a glimpse at your Trent was the only thing illuminating the room.

“Ermmm… you okay? Where have you been, lady?” Your friend stepped past you into the apartment turning on a light.

“I’m here, just keeping to myself, don't know.” You shrugged. Your apartment was now filled with flowers and gifts from him.

“So this man…” she paused until you looked at her.

“What man?” You tried to play dumb poorly.

“You’re just buying yourself all these flowers now?”

“No, no. It’s... ” you started to laugh. It was funny. You weren’t sure what had gotten into you. You just missed Trent and it resulted in you hiding out a little. You both jumped when the phone on your apartment wall rang from the front desk downstairs telling you a delivery was coming up. The irony of a gift arriving from Trent right now was just icing on the cake for your friend giving her the perfect opportunity to pry.

Two packages and another bouquet came. You smiled at how sweet he was, you didn’t particularly care what was even in the boxes, he was always thinking of you and that’s what mattered but your friend was eager to know what was sent.

“Go on! I need to know” she just about yelled. You both sat on your carpet cross legged after you put the new flowers on the table. You opened the first box which contained another box but a black one with a white camellia flower you recognized. You pulled it out slowly, smugly just awaiting your friend's response.

“What the fuck!” She was actually yelling now.

“Stop! Let me open it” you laughed.

“What the fuck is happening! Who is sending you Chanel? Did you order from like a DH Gate site?” Still yelling with a ridiculous smile. She knew you would never do that and this was obviously a gift, from the man she knew nothing about, but she was just giving you a hard time as she normally did.

You opened the box and undid the tissue paper painfully slow for her, picking up a dust bag before removing a silver metallic Chanel 22 handbag. Your friend audibly gasped as your hand grazed over the shiny calfskin. Neither of you were strangers to designer items, shopping being a favorite hobby of yours but again… to receive this from a man was different. A card was sat in the box and she grabbed it quickly before you could even try.

‘Swear days are getting longer but the wait is getting shorter. See you so soon, baby xx T’

“T! T! Whose T?!?” She gently pushed at you.

“Okay, okay… he’s my… I don’t know what he is exactly, he’s just mine I guess.” You said honestly.

“Yours? Is this like a sugar baby thing?” You just laughed at her audacious question.

“Sort of…” her face dropped immediately. “I’m kidding!!! Obviously not, he just does well for himself I guess.” You were giving her nothing but crumbs.

“Well, what’s he do?” She said almost salivating at the bag now in her hands.

“Can I just open my other package in peace please?” You said ignoring her eagerness.

“Yeah! Please” she motioned toward the next box. “Then you’ll tell me more...”

“Sure” you said not really anticipating having to share too much. When you opened the package you were surprised to find a blank white box inside so you opened it a bit more hesitantly not sure what he had sent, praying it was nothing overtly sexual you’d have to explain. When you got it open there was just a familiar red jersey.

“Huh?” Your friend cut in. You pulled the shirt out of the box revealing the front to you and inadvertently showing her Trent’s double barrelled last name plastered on the back.

“Alexander-Arnold? So he knows you have a crush on someone else... good.” She joked. Most everyone close to you knew you had a little crush on him but it was superficial at best. Another note that had been tucked into the package fell as the shirt unfolded when you picked it up.

‘Flights booked. Meet me at Anfield, beautiful. Can’t wait to see you there. xx TAA #66”

He teased you signing it like he would an autograph, it was cute, funny, and ultimately a little sexy. You were caught in a daze. You held the little card flat enough for her to be able to make out what was written

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Your friend screamed snatching the note for closer inspection.

“Oh fuck..” you snapped bank to your reality. “Yeah, well.. I’ve been…”

“Fucking a soccer player!?” The word ‘soccer’ made you cringe but also laugh.

“We’ve just been talking!” You completely downplayed your situation.

“Did you DM him? How did this happen?” Your friend needed more information immediately and to be fair you hadn’t really gotten the opportunity to squeal about this all with anyone yet so you divulged.

“No, no we met here actually, I stayed with him for like a week at his hotel and… I don’t know, we really hit it off, I really like him. I think he likes me. I don’t feel like myself without him now. I guess that’s why I’ve been hiding out.”

“Yeah I would hide out too if a man that looked like that was on the other end of the phone, sending me Chanel.”

“It’s not a bad situation!” You joked. “I mean I miss him so much, it makes me sick but..”

“But? But he’s flying you out to see him!” Your friend was amazing at always seeing the positives.

“You’re right…” you paused when your phone vibrated, glancing down at it to see an unrelated text from Trent.

“Is that him? Oh my fucking god. This is wild.” She leaned over trying to see your phone. “ ‘Wah, no guys are into me’ … ‘I’m just not the type of look guys want’ …you're ridiculous, you know that?” She mocked things you had said recently complaining about men.

“Yeah, it’s him.” You said with a childish giddy grin on your face.

“Of course you pull a fucking famous athlete… only you.” She teased some more. You were objectively attractive, always turning heads but your confidence wasn’t great so when men paid attention often your confusion always made your friends laugh.

“Let me see your phone.” She said grabbing at it, opening your camera roll.

“Wait! Wait!” You protested knowing there were some particularly spicy pictures from your time together and lately… your time apart.

“Oh my god, shut up! He’s so hot, holy fuck.” She said zooming in on a picture of you two in the mirror after a shower back in the hotel.

“Stop! Wait, you can’t just ravage through my photos. Give him some privacy!” You tried to reason with her.

“Tell him to stop sending you pics of his dick then!” She teased not actually tapping on any of the clearly more explicit images.

“No!” You laughed. “I like them, they’re for me.” You said not needing a photo to picture his naked body you had come to know well right this second.

•

Thank you for continuing reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think or if you have any thoughts/ questions! 🤍

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[sxnnimoon]

Seungmin x Reader

Baby has needs, what better way to get your needs met than your hot boy toy?

18+, MINORS DNFI

Stress relief comes in many different shapes, forms and ways. Yours just so happened to be your boy toys cock. What a perfect way to get through it. Better yet? The man was obsessed with you. Would do anything you asked.

It was one of those nights where you wanted to play and you knew exactly where to start.

Your texts started out innocent at first, you knew what made him weak.

“Think wisely now pup,” his voice low and enticing.

You bit your lip imaging how frustrated he must be right now, cock hard as a rock, hands coming up to run through his hair as he let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Keep this act up and it’ll be the last thing you do.” His voice cutting off, the message had ended.

You needed him. Craved him even. You knew he was out with the members but you didn’t care. You were Ridding yourself of the shirt covering your naked form, you rid yourself of the shirt covering your naked form. The cool air hitting your hot skin caused you to gasp. Hitting record, you trailed a hand down your breasts, fingers finding your folds. Letting out whine as you danced along your clit. Ending the video you pressed send. Were you being a brat? 1000% , but you couldn’t wait for what he’d release on you. Getting him worked up was what you lived for.

Looking at your phone, you took notice at the three dots appear and then disappeared. Only to reappear seconds after. You got him. A picture finally popped up. His hand holding onto his very much noticeable and no doubt sensitive bulge. Minutes felt like hours, you grew impatient and nearly took care of yourself until you heard him.

“Where the fuck are you?!” His tone filled with lust and annoyance.

The door creaked as he finally made his way into the room. The vision of you spread out, naked waiting for him was so much better in person. He let out a groan. Your eyes fell on his figure, his cock needing to be released.

He catches your gaze.

“I hate you.” He says, moving closer. “You need to be stopped.”

“That’s mean.” You pout.

“I’ll show you mean.” He grabs your chin with force. “Maybe then you’ll actually behave.”

You smirked, “I’d like to see you try.”

He titled his head as if to say, "Is that a challenge?”

Crawling toward his now seated figure, your hands ran along his thighs, gently brushing against him. Cock was the only thing on your mind and you were gonna get your fix.

“You want it?” He raised a brow.

You bit your lip, nodding your head.

“Then work for it.” He squeezed his cock.

His cold tone could easily make you cum on the spot. Your hands moved quickly to free his cock. Once free, you moaned at the sight. Pre-cum beading at the tip causes your mouth to water.

“Look at you pet, so filled with need over my cock.” His hand caressing your hair.

Not waiting for approval your mind takes over. Licking up his shaft, you feel him shudder at the sensation. Keeping the game up, you teased him. Kissing the tip, a lick here and there, a quick suck of the tip is what threw him over the edge.

“You wanna play?” Annoyance evident. “Fine, let’s play.”

Grabbing you face he pushed his cock passed your lips before fucking your face.

“You just couldn’t wait could you?” He spoke through gritted teeth. “You’re nothing but a cock starved slut.”

His thrusts began to slow. You knew he was close just by the change in moans. Letting you up for air, you gasped. Throat raw, you could still feel him.

“I’m not cumming in your mouth,” he stood up, causing you to stumble backwards. “All fours. Bed. NOW.”

You sat there fucked out not registering what he was saying.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.. hurry your ass pet or I’m walking out that door.” That was hot and you were soaked. Your pussy needed to be filled and you couldn’t wait any longer. As you got into position all he could do was stare. You looked so small and breedable in his eyes. He needed to fill you up. Running a finger down your folds, he bit his lip.

“You’re soaked pup,” he brought his finger to his lip. “All for me?”

Your whine soon turned into a squeal.

“I asked you a question,” hand caressing where it previously hit. “You better answer when spoken to.”

“All for y-” he pushed his way in with no warning. “FUCK SEUNGIE” you cried out.

He showed no mercy. His thrusts were fast and hard. The stretch was absolutely delicious, you were seeing stars.

“Fuck. Fuck. Right there baby.” You moaned.

“Take it,” he grunted. “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me pup.”

“So fucking good puppy.” He threw his head back in pleasure.

Each time he spoke your pussy clench, each praise drew you closer to the edge. You started fucking him back, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. The gesture earned you multiple ass slaps.

You whimpered.

“Patience pet, you’ll get the release you need.” He cooed, “just behave.”

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[eddiemunsonw]

Your presence is a gift

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After announcing your engagement to your boyfriend at Steve's birthday party, Eddie quite literally vanishes from your life. Just yours, though. You miss him terribly and when you run into him again two years later yet again at Steve's birthday party, you ask him for clarity.

CW/Disclaimer: A bit of angst with a happy ending I suppose?

Author's note: This fic came to life after seeing a silly text. I've put the image at the end. :)

Words: 4209

Time flies when you’re having fun, right? That’s what they say. Well, time also flies when you’re not having fun. Unless you’re in an excruciatingly painful disaster, then it’ll feel like you can feel every second painfully ticking by. For you, it felt like a combination of both. 

Every day, he was on your mind. Eddie Munson. Someone you used to consider one of your closest friends. Up until two years ago, you used to hang out several days a week, a little less once you got a boyfriend but you never thought it would change this drastically. To think you hadn’t seen his face in so long felt impossible to you. 

The last time you had seen him had been at Steve’s birthday party two years ago. Since you were sitting on the same stool you sat back then, you couldn’t help but think of him. Honestly, the whole environment reminded you of him. After all, you spent many nights with him, Steve and others here. Playing games, watching movies, talking until the sun came peeking through the trees again. You watched absentmindedly as Steve busied himself with entertaining his guests, occasionally glancing at you with mild concern. You told him you were fine, he just didn’t buy it. Oh well.

You knew it had been quick when you announced your engagement, you had only been dating Trent for about… four months? But he went down on one knee and you were always bad at saying no. Trent insisted on sharing it at Steve’s birthday party. You didn’t exactly want to take the attention away from Steve, but Trent… Well, sometimes it was just easier to agree than not to. Steve had been shocked, but happy for you. Eddie had been… Eddie. And yet he had been nothing like him at all. From being the life of the party he had gone instantly silent, gazing into his glass that he never ended up finishing. He congratulated you eventually, after asking you if you loved him, Trent. And you told him yes. Because who would marry someone who they didn’t love, right? Right.

The year after that, Eddie hadn’t attended Steve’s birthday. Supposedly he was sick but you knew he was simply avoiding you. Steve’s face never held many secrets from you and you could tell that the reason he gave you wasn’t a real one. Your husband had been sitting next to you, indifferent to it all. He frankly found it a little annoying that you were still so hung up over Eddie no longer being your… friend? Was that what it was? It felt like you had lost much more than a friend. 

And that was that. No sign of Eddie since. He canceled on your get togethers, even the group ones, always claimed he was busy with the band which, for some time, seemed like a valid reason considering they were doing pretty well nowadays. However, all of that belief went out the window when you discovered that he did in fact still meet up with his friends. With Steve. Just not with you. Steve didn’t want to meddle, told you that you two should probably talk but Eddie made it impossible. Even when Steve tried to create an ‘accidental run-in’ between you two, Eddie figured it out before you even could arrive and had already bolted. 

You forced yourself to accept that Eddie, for whatever reason, had decided he didn’t want to see you anymore. Maybe he needed time… or something. You couldn’t fathom why, not even when Trent exclaimed that ‘that weirdo’ had probably been waiting to get into your pants and when he realized he couldn’t, he had no more interest in being your ‘friend’. That remark had probably resulted in the biggest fight between you and Trent. Things had felt different after. Though looking back on it, things had never felt good in the first place. It had all just felt… expected and how it should be.

Despite everything, despite Trent’s obvious annoyance, you still sent Eddie a wedding invite. You missed him, you missed your friend more than you thought you could ever miss him. Sometimes, when you had a little too much to drink, you wondered whether there had been more. What if Eddie in fact did have… a desire to get into your pants. What if it wasn’t just a sexual desire. What if Eddie…

It never went much further than that. Eddie being in love with you was such a foreign concept to your brain that you couldn’t even entertain the thought. Not after dealing with your one-sided feelings for him for years. Not after seeing him kiss and take home whoever he felt like over and over and never once looking in your direction. Surely he would have considered you an option if it had been like that.

So, you had invited your friend. Asked Steve whether Eddie had brought it up with him or not. To which Steve responded that Eddie no longer wanted to talk about you. Yet you couldn’t help but hold on to hope. 

It drove Trent insane when you insisted on adding banana flavored ice cream to the dessert options. He told you no one liked banana ice cream because it was rank and that it didn’t even taste like banana. Of course, he figured out who in your social circle did like it. Trent had gotten angry about a lot of trivial things and somehow Eddie was often wedged into the subject. If you were honest, you hadn’t really known Trent all that well before you said yes to his proposal. It was as if the moment he knew he had you, he slowly started to change or rather, be more himself.

Eddie never came to the wedding. No one ordered banana ice cream for dessert.

“Y/N, refill?” Steve interrupted your thoughts. You blinked and quickly propped a smile on your face before meeting his gaze.

“Oh, yes, thank you,” you handed your glass to him and moments later he handed it back to you containing an orange-red liquid. You gazed at it for a moment before addressing him. “Sex on the beach?”

Steve smirked. “That’s the one.” His hand squeezed your shoulder kindly before he joined the others again. He knew it was futile to ask if you wanted to join them, knew you sometimes preferred to just listen along from a distance far enough where you wouldn’t be expected to engage. 

You never could have expected that about an hour later, you would be sharing the balcony space with no other than Eddie Munson. In silence. You went there for some fresh air, he went there to pollute it with his smoke filled exhales. Neither of you acknowledged the other. When you heard the door open you hadn’t even turned around. You had been there a while, so lost in thought that you barely registered it. It hadn’t even occurred to you that he was at the party, that’s how long you had been there. You had never seen him arrive.

However, you didn’t even have to look as much in his direction to know it was him. It was the mix of Old Spice, cigarettes and mint and something entirely Eddie that gave it away. A combination of scents that had quickly become your favorite when you first started to hang out with him. You felt it when he rested his arms on the railing just like you were. You wondered if his heartbeat felt as deafening to him as yours did to you. He could have said something. After everything that you tried, it felt painful to be ignored like that even when you were right next to him. As you were working up the courage to say something, your brain decided to take a plunge into your memory and skip all the polite small talk, instead going for the one thing that had been bothering you for a long time now.

“Why didn’t you come to the wedding?”

Eddie took the slowest drag of his cigarette mankind had ever taken, sighed and lazily inspected the ashes while he flicked them off into the wind. You still weren’t looking at him when he shrugged indifferently.

“Your invitation wasn’t really an invitation.”

An overwhelming surge of emotions clutched and clawed at your chest, begging to be let in or let out, it was hard to tell. You had missed his voice so much. It took you a moment to realize that what he said made no sense at all.

“What do you mean?” Slowly, you dared to look in his direction from the corner of your eye. He was still focused on his cigarette, watching it burn.

“Well,” Eddie started to cite it perfectly, as if he had just held your invite two seconds ago and it was still at the forefront of his mind. “Your presence itself is a gift. We don’t want you to bring any gifts to the wedding.”

For a moment you could only stare at him. Surely he didn’t mean…

“You can’t be serious.”

Eddie’s eyes followed the railing until they landed on your hands and the sublest frown etched into his forehead when he couldn’t spot a wedding ring, or any ring for that matter, on your fingers. Perhaps you were scared of losing it or something. Where was Trent anyway?

“It said I am a gift and to not bring gifts. It’s simple math.”

The indifference in his voice ignites a burning frustration in you. How could he act so casually about this when you had in fact cried (of course not in the presence of Trent) over his absence? How could he act like your years of friendship meant nothing to him, from one day to the other? Eddie, who always fantasized out loud about how you’d still get drunk enough together to think dancing on rooftops was a good idea at the age of 85.

“Everyone got that invitation and they were there,” you gritted out.

Another shrug.

“I’m sorry about that. Maybe they didn’t get it.”

“No, you didn’t get it,” you retorted, your frustration becoming more difficult to contain and be limited to just your thoughts.

“No, Y/N, you didn’t get it. You still don’t,” he mumbled.

You didn’t get it?! Your body was fully turned to him now and Eddie still refused to look at you. It drove you insane.

“Then please, explain to me why you ditched one of your best friends at her wedding after refusing to meet up with her anymore out of the fucking blue?”

“Oh you really don’t think there was something specific that went down that could have possibly caused all of this?” Eddie bit back, his eyes finally meeting yours. You were a little taken aback by the blazing fire they held, though. The hurt within them. As if all of this had somehow been your fault.

“Am I supposed to believe that you were so opposed to the idea of me being happy that you decided you no longer wanted to be anywhere near me, ever again? Is that it? Was it the engagement?”

“Yes. I couldn’t bear watching you throw away the life you had to get with some selfish prick that couldn’t even be bothered to see if you were okay when you tripped because ‘you should watch where you walk’. Who was so fucking different from you he kept wanting to change you, push you into boxes you weren’t. So yes when I heard you were willingly getting into that boat with him forever, I stepped back. What of it?”

He stood facing you directly now, arms crossed tightly over his chest, stance wide. His nostrils flared as he breathed out heavily, eyes wide as saucers as he tried to contain what seemed to be anger, built up frustration.

“Which life?! The one where I just had to miserably watch how everyone around me got settled and slowly slipped into a domestic-white-pickett-fence-with-two-children kind of life?”

“You had us! You had me!” Eddie unknowingly raised his voice, his hands pushed tightly against his chest to stop them from shaking.

“I had friends, yes! Such a crime for me to want something more, huh? Don’t get me wrong, Eddie, but it was only a matter of time before one of those bimbos you hooked up with after gigs became a long-term partner. I’m sure you’ve…” You vaguely gestured at him, his hands, something, because surely he had a great girlfriend by now. Someone that fit him like you never would.

Eddie shook his head vigorously, his wild hair following the movement. He revealed his hands, pointing at his empty ring finger.

“See? Nothing. I’m not like you. I don’t just settle for whoever.” 

You scoffed and revealed your hands.

“No you’re not like me indeed. I got divorced. Guess you win again, congrats.”

For the first time, his hostility faded a little. It was almost as if he wanted to approach you but instead he crossed his arms again, not meeting your eyes.

“Sorry about that, I guess. I didn’t know. Steve never told me.”

“Steve told me you didn’t want to talk about me, so. Not surprised that he didn’t.”

Eddie groaned impatiently, his hands flying up to his hair to run through as he looked inside, where he spotted Steve quickly turning his head away. Fucker.

“He knows why I didn’t want to talk about you though. He should have, I could have— But now instead I’ve been— Fuck!”

“You’re… not making a lot of sense right now, bud,” you remarked dryly.

Another groan, though a bit more whiny.

“Don’t fucking— I’m not your bud alright?”

You rolled your eyes, fed up with him by now. It was as if he had taken four knives to stab you simultaneously with, twisting them occasionally.

“You’re right. You’re nothing to me, apparently. As you wish.”

Both of you were so lost in your own world that you didn’t even notice how Steve had closed off the view to the balcony doors by drawing the curtains to prevent anyone else from coming up. Neither had you noticed that he had in fact locked the doors as well.

“You’re a real bitch, you know that?” Eddie seethed through his teeth, taking a small step closer towards you with his eyes blazing. It was the last straw you needed after this agonizing build up of two years. You had had enough. 

“Oh I’m a bitch?! You literally gave me the cold fucking shoulder from one day to the next, ignored all my calls, all my messages, you literally pretended like I didn’t fucking exist, Eddie! Why would you do something like that, knowing how much it would hurt me? Call me a bitch all you want, but you’re heartless.”

“I’ve been fucking heartless since the goddamn day you stole it, Y/N.”

What? Stunned, you looked up at him to witness the panic that flared up in his eyes and he quickly made a beeline towards the balcony doors.

“Eddie, wait—” 

Eddie shook his head and tried to pry the door open with all his might. He was desperate to get away from you as far as possible.

“Why the fuck can’t I— Steve. Steve! Open the goddamn thing now!”

It didn’t take long for Steve to appear when Eddie started banging loudly on the window. He pulled the curtains around his head, making it look like it was floating amidst the black curtains and promptly shook his head.

“No. Fix it, Munson. Until then, enjoy your stay on the balcony,” Steve told him through the window, right before disappearing again.

“Fuck!”

He kicked against a heavy plant pot for good measure, causing him to swear some more before he meekly faced you again. You had quietly been following the whole ordeal and were still struggling to find the words to respond to any of it.

“So… What was that about me stealing your heart?” you asked softly and you had half the mind to be amused by the expression Eddie had on his face. There was no world where you wouldn’t find him and his panicky expressions at least slightly adorable.

“It sounds even more ridiculous when you say it,” Eddie sighed, slumping down against the door until he sat on the floor.

“Since when?”

“Since forever, man. How could I not?” He gestured at you as if he hated to admit it, arm dropping back down a little too harsh causing him to curse softly.

“How?”

“What do you mean how? It just happens, and I’m not gonna apologize for how I feel about y—”

“No, I mean,” you interrupted him, “you were always… You never gave me the idea that you even considered me that way.” 

Eddie frowned and rested his head against the door as he let go of a long sigh.

“I literally said you were like Arwen to me. And that Aragorn was my favorite.” His pout was a little childlike, as if it had been something that had bothered him for years on end. In fact, it had. You groaned in disbelief.

“I hadn’t read it by then! You wouldn’t tell me why you thought I was like Arwen and told me to just read the book. Which I never did because I was always hanging with you doing other stuff in my free time. And once I did have the time, you were always hooking up with random girls so I didn’t really feel like it anymore.”

“Why would you not want to read Lord of the Rings because I was making out with random chicks?” he asked, clear confusion on his face. He almost looked a little insulted.

“Because I was jealous, you idiot! I wasn’t gonna read a thick book that I was going to read for you when you were busy exploring other people’s throats.”

“I’m afraid I’m not following, Y/N, what do you mean you were jealous? You always shot me those god awful finger guns with a huge grin whenever I went backstage with one of them.” 

“Oh, was I supposed to pull them back by their hair and say something like ‘He’s mine, you bimbo!’ and stick my tongue down your throat instead?” you asked him with a dead panned expression, causing him to chuckle unexpectedly.

“Uh, yeah?! That’s exactly how I imagined it would go, but instead you were all supportive and nice about it so I figured you didn’t give two shits. I even tried two on one night and… nothing! Not even a jealous eyebrow twitch that I know you can do, the way you do when someone gets the best part of a cake with the extra chocolates on it. I was desperate, Y/N.”

You debated sitting across from him but figured the door would be more comfortable against your back, so instead you hesitantly sat down next to him. Eddie didn’t seem to mind, to your relief.

“Ever thought of just… I don’t know, walking up to me and saying you liked me or something?” you asked with a quip of your brow and a soft smile.

“Uh, right back at you.” Eddie rolled his eyes, though he wore the hint of a smile on his face.

“No but, seriously. You kissed random girls during your shows. All you had to do was pick me instead, no?”

Eddie shook his head.

“With them it didn’t matter. With you… if you rejected me, you’d break my heart.”

The silence settled between you again. Heavy, yet not uncomfortable. Eddie exhaled slowly, his shoulder touching yours so light you could have imagined it.

“And then suddenly you introduced Trent to us. I thought, this prick isn’t gonna last a month. You and him? Nah, not in a million years. But then he did. And another, and another, and another. And then… you were engaged. I was convinced it was all just a horrible nightmare. An awful trick played on me. But I just had to accept that I was some random side character in your life and that I had wasted my chance to become anything more.”

He played with the frayed ends of one of the holes in his jeans and exhaled shakily, his fingers trembling slightly. 

“It’s why I asked if you loved him, you know? I thought… maybe. But you said yes, so I had to back away. I wasn’t going to act fair towards you if I didn’t. I— I was a mess, ask Steve. He got fed up with me so many times but he- he’s a good one, y’know. Of course you know. So yeah, I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. The only reason I’m even here is because Steve promised that you weren’t gonna come. And then suddenly…”

“Here I was,” you finished for him. He nodded.

“There you were.” A sigh, a shy glance in your direction. “As beautiful as ever, if not more. I was so shocked to see you that I forgot to leave.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you told him softly. “I hope you never will.”

You reached for his trembling fingers and covered them with your own, slowly pushing them apart. Eddie swallowed audibly, his eyes flicking from your hands to your face.

“I’ve missed you,” he confessed in a whisper, his eyes wide and sincere. His thumb softly caressed your pinky.

“I’ve missed you too.” A beat of silence. “I put banana ice cream on the menu, you know.”

Eddie turned his head and smiled in disbelief. “You did?”

“Mhm,” you chuckled softly. “No one ordered.”

“What a waste. I would’ve eaten it all.”

You shared a smile and rested your heads against one another.

“Sorry I wasn’t there,” he said eventually. You shrugged. 

“It’s fine, you didn’t miss anything anyway. Apart from the ice cream, of course.”

“You looked beautiful. Steve has— I’m sure you know but, he had the photo of you and him framed. He wanted to put it up but wanted to wait until he had more things to put up so he could arrange it all at once. But I guess… it’s a bit weird now.”

Steve. Always such a sweetheart.

“I didn’t know, actually. But yeah, a little weird I guess.” 

You both listened to the music coming from inside, your fingers gently drumming along. Eddie’s head too, you noticed vaguely as he moved against your head. At least, that’s what you assumed until you felt his lips on your cheek. You could feel he was holding onto his breath, waiting for your reaction. Hesitantly, he kissed your cheek again, his trembling lips giving away how nervous he was. You turned your head slowly. His breath hitched a little when your lips brushed his, unsure whether to move away or not. Gently, you added the lightest pressure onto his lips with your own and pressed them together into a kiss. You didn’t care that his fingers squished yours a little painfully as he tightly grasped his knee in response. He leaned back shakily, just enough to break apart only so he could press your lips together again. Sweeter, more intentional, more mutual. He shifted slightly, his leg resting on your crossed legged ones a little as his other hand came up to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss he had desired to give you for years. Your lips danced together without a fight for dominance, instead it was all about unity, in the perfect alignment of your faces together. The softest giggle escaped his lips when his nose bumped into yours as you changed angles. He gasped when your fingers threaded into his hair.

The both of you were so lost in the kiss that you didn’t notice Steve peeking through the curtains, needing a moment to discover you were in fact making out against the door. You didn’t notice him closing them again either, however…

“YES!! FINALLY!”

Eddie bumped his head against the door in shock and you quickly broke apart, but only after gazing into each other’s eyes lazily with the dopiest smiles on your faces.

“Was that Steve?” you asked.

“Sure was. Steve!” Eddie knocked on the door before getting up and extending his hand to help you as well. Steve was quick to show up in front of the balcony doors again and removed the curtains before opening them.

“Shit, you saw me didn’t you?” Steve asked guiltily, bummed that he interrupted your moment. Eddie snorted and shook his head.

“No dude, it was your high pitched scream that gave us a near heart attack.” 

“Oh. Well. I’m glad you guys uh… made up. Sorry for locking you out, but I had to do something. You can come back in now.”

As Steve stepped aside, Eddie chuckled and reached for the black curtains to pull them back closed again.

“Thank you, but uhm, maybe later? We’ve got some catching up to do.” 

Eddie grinned down at you as he closed the balcony doors again and wasted no second to wrap his arms around your waist. You beamed up at him, eyes sparkling with delight.

“Where were we, sweetheart?”

Here's the image I mentioned earlier. Funny how a whole short fic can come out of it, right? :)

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