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c0smoshit · 8 months

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Hi, I'm also a whore for some blonde guys. Mind finishing that Twilight Princess Link x reader one or do one where TP Link or Time Link realizes he wants to marry female reader?

At ur service sweetie ;)

Closer ࣪.⋆ ♡

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Twilight/fem!reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!, p in v, hickies, sticky stomach ;)

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I kind of mixed both of your prompts so I didn't have to choose🤧

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 1069

⋆ ࣪. part I / part II ࣪.⋆

The warmth of the creasing sun enveloped your arms, trailling further until it met your wrapped and still wobbly legs.

Turning around, your eyes were met with the beautiful sight of your boyfriend resting peacefully by your side. His warm arm held your waist, quite hard despite being asleep, while his breath fanned your neck.

This was supposed to be a peaceful and calm morning, the young hues of the sunlight entering through your window as the air fanned lightly too.

But your mind couldn't help but remember why your legs felt like jelly in the first place, face burning up as you recalled the so pleasant night you had had.

It wasn't fair, it never was.

The fact that he managed to sleep without any visible soreness on his legs or even his neck meanwhile you woke up stumbling around the room made you jealous.

"Link..."

His hair trickled your neck, almost kissing softly your skin.

"Link"

Calloused hands keeping you secured into his bare chest, almost digging deep into your tender stomach.

"Link!"

Heart to heart, your perky nipples rubbed up and down his toned chest, finally letting you move freely on top of him after a tedious and deep skin to skin contact.

Your sweet gasps for air and those cute moans fueled him into moving your hips with his own palms.

He wanted to keep a stedy pace at first, letting you rub yourself into his lap as he rested deep inside. His hand softly caressed your breasts, smiling like the wolf he truly was when he managed to turn your nipples harder under his fingertips.

But the way you chanted some "please"'s or "link"'s into his long ear made the tiny drop of self control he had left pour into his guts, getting lost in a madness of red.

He forced you up and down, up and down your mind started to feel dizzy, getting lost in the inminent wave of pleasure you had neglected yourself to feel before.

"So tight-"

This time it washed over you like a tsunami, faster and harder than before. You didn't know how he found out another new way to make your toes curl but you were too blissed out to care.

"There you go, let it all out sweetheart"

His honeyed words made you squeal even louder, head falling into his shoulder as he let you slow down your movements, still keeping him deep.

His hands rubbed your back, circles you'd never get used to, wanting them to feel them over your goosebumps inside your skin again and again.

Your legs shaked against his own ones, multiplying your horniness once again when you felt how really hard he was underneath you.

Panting and cheeks tinted with a deep crimson colour in front of you, you stared at the stinging sensation on your neck, a huge red bite adorning it.

Too lost in pleasure you didn't even notice.

But before you could make a comment about it, his lips enveloped yours like an animal. Drowning down your short yelp as he suddenly flipped both of you over, pushing you down into the mattress.

His leaking hard-on filled your warmth, noticing how needy he was after you came down from your high.

He started moving again, slowly, god what kind of human lasts that long?!

His hands caged your head, forearms resting right beside your warm body on the mattress. Your hands, on the other side, held tightly his back trying not to slip out of his grasp thanks to his powerful thrusts.

But that question lasted just a few seconds inside your head as he started ramming himself against you like he was in heat. His tongue soaked up your reddened skin, tasting the salty but thin layer of sweat.

He loved licking you, smelling you. God he always went crazy when he smelled your arousal meters away from your home, mouth quickly enveloping your needy cunt as soon as he came back home.

He couldn't deny his animal instincts after all, could he?

"Cmon baby-, cum for me"

He pushed you over and over againt against the pillows, the creaking sound of the bed now mixing up with your beautiful moans.

He wanted to last longer, but you had discovered the key to his ( not so hidden ) lock. Your trembling form begging him to cum, watching as your head fell back into the bed, ecstasic.

He adored watching you fall appart, always managing to make him reach his climax prematurely.

"I'm cumming-"

His grunt almost wasn't heard by you but the action that came after them surely did.

His sweaty skin revealed into the pale moonlight, head slightly tilted downwards as he bit his lip, trying to surpress tiny gasps as he stroked himself viciously on top of you.

Your eyes lowered down until they met his toned abdomen, god you wanted to lick off all the mess you had made on top of him. However, your thoughts faded out as thick white ropes enveloped your stomach, a long sigh escaping his lips as he still held your thighs open for him.

He was always so pretty when he came, flushed face and eyes tightly closed. Always letting out the sultriest grunts, peeking out to see how he soaked you with his seed.

You couldn't see his eyes under his dark blonde bangs, but you surely knew he was staring at the piece of art he had painted on top of you.

Your head fell down into the mattress, finally breathing out as you walls spasmed around nothing, trying to calm themselves down.

You giggled as he fell on top of you, noticeably not caring about getting his body dirtier than it actually was when he felt your sticky skin.

His heavy body pressed against your naked form, on a normal day you would've pried him off you but right now you wanted to be as close as possible. He was just so cute, always getting sleepy and clingy right after he climaxed.

And you would always hold him, no matter how deeply you wanted to shower, how sticky and hot you felt.

You wanted to crawl deep inside his skin at this point.

You both rested peacefully, your eyes closed shut as your shaking arms and legs enveloped his middle part. Peace that was disturbed by his own groggy voice.

"I wanna marry you someday"

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wwinterwitch · 2 years

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OURS - STEDDIE X FEM!READER

summary: steve and eddie remind you who you belong to

relationship: steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson

word count: 4.9K

warnings/what to expect: SMUT (+18 MDNI I MEAN IT!!), jealous!steddie, possessive!stedie, dom!steddie, sub!bratty!reader, brat taming, sub/dom dynamics, pet names, slight degradation, established poly relationship, threesome (f/m/m), masturbation, teasing, kissing, semi-public sex (sex in eddie’s van in the middle of the woods), lots of dirty talk, brief dry humping, mentions of spit, masturbation with rings, orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), blow jobs, hand jobs, very brief tits/nipple play, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cum swallowing, biting, rough sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), brief cum play(kinda?), choking, spanking, hair-pulling.

a/n: I have nothing to say in my defense for this one (this was requested)

a reblog and/or comment on my posts really help me out as a content creator so thank you in advance if you take the time to do either!

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Everyone in Hawkins High was celebrating that night because the basketball team had finally won the championship. After years of never winning, tonight you finally bring the cup home. Crowds of people were cheering the team outside the school, different groups hanging out in the parking lot as they all celebrated the recent triumph.

Eddie walked out of the school, looking around at all the people celebrating, which let him know they had won. Honestly, he didn't really care about basketball. He tried to watch the game since you and Steve invited him, but gave up shortly after it began, choosing to go plan his new campaign for the Hellfire Club instead.

He was quick to spot Steve with Nancy and Robin, all of them standing by his van. He joined the group, noticing you were missing. When he asked about you, Robin pointed behind her, the group turning to look at you as you chatted with your usual group of friends.

Steve and Eddie exchanged a look almost immediately when they noticed that guy standing next to you. The one that's always trying to hit on you despite you clearly seeing him as a friend. Even when you say it's nothing, that they’re just overreacting, it’s easy to see right through him. They know exactly what he's trying to do every time he’s around you.

Their blood was boiling the second they saw him leaning closer to you, muttering something before you laughed at whatever he was saying, lightly pushing him away in a playful manner. He didn't give up there, putting a hand at your lower back as he leaned yet again to say something else.

You never thought anything of it, because the two of you have been friends since you were little and he's always been this way with you. Maybe he was flirting, but you never saw it that way. And of course you never flirted back. You’re already in a relationship with Steve and Eddie and you love being with them, clearly not interested in whatever moves your friend might or might not make.

Of course, your boyfriends didn't look at the situation that way. They've seen the way he looks at you and how he's always trailing behind you trying to get you to notice he's interested beyond a friendship. And they usually get overprotective of you whenever he's around, not wanting him to get anywhere near you if they can help it.

Eddie had enough of him touching you, making his way towards your friend group. As soon as you noticed him, you greeted him with a smile and he didn't return it. He was much too preoccupied staring at your friend to notice you.

"We're leaving," was all he said, never once taking his eyes off the guy standing next to you. Your friend seemed to realize what was going on inside Eddie's head because he quickly took his hand away from you.

"Okay, I'll be there in a second," you replied, looking back at him with confusion when he didn't move from your side. "Uh...I'll see you guys tomorrow!" you quickly said, realizing you couldn't say your goodbyes to each of your friends with a hug like you always tend to do, quickly waving at them before the two of you walked back to Eddie's van. "Is something wrong?"

"Told you not to talk to that guy."

"I thought we already had this conversation, Eddie. He's just a friend."

"Well, that's not what he thinks. He's clearly hitting on you."

"He is not!"

You were completely ignored as you joined the rest of the group. Steve looked as pissed as Eddie, so you didn't even try to say something to him.

"We're going back to Robin's house to hang out, if you guys want to join," you heard Nancy offering when you two arrived, noticing the two guys acting a little weird already.

"I'm kinda tired, actually," Eddie replied fairly quickly.

Steve turned to look at him for a second before looking back at Nancy. "Yeah, me too."

Robin and Nancy looked at you now, waiting for your answer. "No way I'm third wheeling all by myself!" you joked..

"You're not going to...okay, maybe that's true," Nancy admitted, a light shade of pink adorning her cheeks. The sight made Robin smirk.

"See you weirdos tomorrow!" Robin said goodbye, both girls walking off to Nancy's car.

As soon as the girls left, Eddie got in the driver's seat of his van without saying a word. You knew they were angry about your friend, and when your boyfriends get upset with you...things don't usually go so well after. More often than not, you'll end up getting punished for it, both Eddie and Steve roughly fucking you until they felt like you learned your lesson.

You got in the back of the van, sitting on the mattress that was at the back of the vehicle. It wasn't weird for the three of you to lay there for hours, so eventually you all decided to put a mattress there with blankets and pillows. That way you could be more comfortable whenever you hang out there.

"Are we going to talk about this?" you finally decided to say something as Steve is getting inside the van too.

"There's better ways to solve this than talking, sweetheart," Steve replied, his tone calmed but with a hint of warning hidden beneath that serenity.

"This isn't fair. It's not my fault you don't like my friends!"

"We like your friends. It's that asshole we can't stand."

"Still sounds like a “you” problem," you insisted. "I don't think I deserve to be punished this time."

"The more you talk back the worst it gets for you, baby," Eddie replies this time, looking at you through the rear-view mirror, grinning at you before focusing back on the road. You didn't say anything after that, wanting them to think they won.

Truth is, you love to tease your boys. That might get you in trouble afterwards, but you just love breaking every rule they tell you, defying their authority to see their reaction.

After a few minutes in silence, you finally lean forward so your head could poke to the front part of the van. "And what exactly are you going to do to me?" you asked in a sweet, innocent voice, knowing whatever it was it’d be far from innocent.

"You'll see when we get home," Eddie replied.

"But I want to know now."

"Always have to be such a brat," Steve commented. The tone he used let you know you're succeeding at pissing them off.

"Fine, if you don't want to tell me..." you started, leaning back once again, making sure to sit in the middle of the mattress so it could be easier for them to look at you through the rear-view mirror. You smirked when you noticed both of his curious looks on you, slowly spreading your legs. "...I'll have to use my imagination."

You licked the tip of your pointer, middle and ring finger before slowly reaching down, your hand sneaking down your skirt and inside your panties as you began touching yourself.

Neither of the two guys witnessing what you were doing through that tiny mirror said a thing. You noticed Steve fixing the fit of his jeans, which encouraged you to continue the show.

All you could think about is Eddie’s body pressed behind yours, tightly gripping your neck as he whispers praises in your ear while Steve is between your legs, his tongue exploring your pussy. The scenario was encouraging you to rub your clit with your fingers. A moan left your mouth involuntarily, your hips rocking back and forth to create more friction as your head leaned back.

You had to stop what you were doing to hold onto the side of the van when Eddie abruptly turned when he wasn't supposed to. The road got bumpy, giving you the impression you weren't on the pavement anymore. When he abruptly stopped, you looked around and saw nothing but trees. Did he just drove the van to the middle of the fucking woods?

Before you could ask what was going on, Eddie turned the engine off and got out of the van, rapidly making his way to the back. You turned around to meet him and the second he opened the back doors, he leaned over you and captured your lips in a needy and heated kiss. His tongue traces your lower lip and you immediately part them, your tongues meeting and exploring each other's mouths shortly after.

He's leaning down on the mattress, one arm holding his weight over you, his other hand grabbing one of yours and guiding it down to his crotch, making you feel his growing erection. "Feel what you did with that little show of yours?"

You bite your lip as you palm him on top of his clothes, already wishing to feel him without the jeans and boxers, his breath accelerating just enough as you continue to touch him. Eddie kisses you again just as fiercely as before, fully pressing to you now that both of your hands moved to his hair. Another moan leaves your mouth when you feel him rock his hips down, rubbing himself against you. He repeated that action a few more times, your hips meeting his halfway.

You felt a weight next to you, realizing Steve has joined the two of you. Eddie pulled back from your kiss, smirking up at Steve before moving aside so he could make out with you instead.

"We're gonna fuck you so hard, it'll make you remember who you belong to," Eddie says while you and Steve continue to kiss, your pussy throbbing when you heard that.

Eddie got on his knees and moved closer to the entrance of the back of the van, getting rid of your skirt. Before you spread your legs for him, you kicked your shoes off without caring where they landed.

He looked up to the two of you making out before he focused on his hand, spitting on the rings he was wearing on one of them. You had to pull back from the kiss with Steve when you felt the rings rubbing up and down your clothed pussy.

"That feels good," you sigh, looking down at the rings moving against you.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked, smirking. "Be a good girl for us and masturbate with my rings," he instructed, stopping his movements so it could be you the one moving instead. You immediately obey, your hips rocking up and down as you begin rubbing against his ringed fingers, your moans increasing in volume.

Steve got rid of your shirt before leaning closer to you, beginning to kiss your neck and collarbone. He bites your skin right under your ear, making the speed of your hips increase just enough.

He hummed against your neck, noticing your moans getting louder and louder. "You make the prettiest sounds, sweetheart. Do you want to cum all over Eddie's rings?"

"Yes," you barely reply, your hips moving faster than ever at this point, feeling your orgasm approaching. "Fuck, I'm close...so close..."

When Eddie heard that, he moved his hand away and left you moving against nothing. You sighed in annoyance for what he just did, forcing you to touch yourself instead. He quickly grabbed your wrist and moved your hand away. "You're not allowed to do that."

"Well, you can't just leave me like that!" you argued.

"That's what you get when you talk to guys we told you to stay away from," Steve said this time.

You scoffed. "Maybe those guys would've made me cum by now."

"Oh, you and your smart mouth," Eddie mutters sarcastically, clearly not enjoying your last comment. He didn't give you time to come up with a reply before he got rid of your panties, throwing them to the side before grabbing both of your legs, dragging you to the edge of the van as he got on his knees on the floor.

You sat up, tugging at his hair when his tongue made contact with your core, expertly licking up and down your folds. He then focused on your clit, the tip of his tongue moving in fast circles before his mouth sucked on it, looking up at you to see your reaction. Your legs were resting on each of his shoulders, your fingers tangled in his hair in an attempt to keep it away from his face as he continued to eat you out.

Steve was on his knees next to you watching the show. You noticed he unbuckled his belt before unzipping his pants and dragging them along with his boxers down to his knees, his already fully erect cock appearing before you.

One of your hands moved away from Eddie's hair to grab Steve by the base of his dick to begin jerking him off while Eddie continued devouring your pussy. Steve let out a low grunt when you first touched him, leaning forward to remove your bra and leaving you completely naked before them.

One of Steve's hands grabbed one of your tits, slowly massaging it before he pinched your nipple with his fingers, making you arch your back in response as you continued to move your hand up and down his dick.

He stopped what he was doing to roughly grab your face to force you to look at him. "You sure love to talk back, don't you?" he started, moving closer to you. "How about we put your mouth to a much better use, yeah?"

You nodded immediately after his question, opening your mouth for him, allowing him to thrust in and out of your mouth at whatever pace he wanted. You kept looking up at him as you gladly accepted him. "Fuck," he mutters, grabbing a fist-full of your hair.

He began thrusting faster in and out of your mouth as you struggled to take the entirety of him in, the intensity of his thrusts and the fact that he repeatedly touched the back of your throat makes you tear up a little.

Your moans increase around him when you feel two of Eddie's fingers entering you, curling upwards inside of you, his thumb continuing the work his tongue was previously doing on your clit.

"Look at you," he comments in a mocking manner. "Such a pretty mess already with Steve's cock in your mouth and my fingers inside of you." You whimper when he increases the speed of his fingers, beginning to finger you at an impossibly fast pace. "Cum for us, baby."

His words alone would be enough to make you cum right there and then, so the fact that he was fingering you that hard and Steve continued to thrust inside your mouth made you quickly reach your first orgasm, your cries muffled almost entirely by Steve's cock.

Eddie barely gave you any time to recover, putting his fingers out of you so his tongue could explore you again, licking and sucking all your juices while you continued to moan around Steve. His mouth sucks on your clit insistently, forbidding you from relaxing as you feel your second orgasm rapidly approaching.

Your legs attempted to shut close, but he used his hands to spread them again to continue what he was doing. It didn't take long for his actions to make you come again, your entire body spasming from overstimulation.

You had to move away from both of them so they could give you a break, unable to continue because you were too sensitive from having two orgasms in a row with barely any time between each of them. You laid back on the mattress, legs shut in hopes that would help to calm you down faster, panting with your eyes closed.

Steve leaned closer to you, his thumb gently tracing your bottom lip. "We're not done with you yet, princess. How about you show Eddie some love, hmm? Show him what that mouth of yours can do."

You opened your eyes right after Steve planted a quick kiss on your lips, watching him move away from you to help Eddie get undressed. While he removed his jacket and shirt off, Eddie began slowly stroking him. Steve would leave sloppy kisses all over the other guy's neck, his hips moving in sync with his hand.

Feeling relatively better already, you joined the two guys by crawling towards them, quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, both his jeans and boxers dropping to his knees. Your mouth watered at the sight of both of his fully erect cocks right in front of you.

You leaned back against one of the walls of the van, both of them following your movements. You sat down, their dicks leveling with your head. You smiled up at both of them before licking one of your hands to once again jerk Steve off, same time as your tongue licked a single strap from the base to the tip of Eddie's dick.

The sounds coming from the two of them let you know you were doing a good job, continuing to stroke Steve while you repeatedly licked Eddie's dick, not fully putting him inside your mouth yet, deciding to tease him a little bit first.

You did the gesture of finally putting him inside your mouth, watching him get ready to feel your hot mouth all around him, but before you could do so you smiled at him once again, leaving a kiss at his tip.

He clearly wasn't happy about that. "You're a such a fucking tease," he mutters, grabbing your hair to guide you closer to him again.

"Can't help it," you reply. "You look so hot like this, all bothered."

"Looks like you haven't learned your lesson yet," Steve says this time.

"I didn't do anything wrong," was your answer to that.

"You sure about that, brat?" he insisted, making you smirk at the little nickname he used.

"Very."

"Fucking shut up," Eddie hissed, pulling at your hair and practically forcing himself inside your mouth. Your smile didn't fade as you accepted him in, sticking your tongue out and opening wider for him.

You stick your tongue back inside your mouth to start bobbing your head around him, making sure to please Steve with your hand as well. After your mouth worked on Eddie for a few minutes you switched, having Steve inside your mouth now while your hand stoke Eddie.

Both guys were looking down at you as you worked on both of them at the same time, watching you twirl your tongue around them, your cheeks hollowing just enough as you suck them off, your thumb teasing their tip and your available hand occasionally massaging their balls to stimulate them ever further. Their constant stare and increasing moans encouraged you to continue to please them.

"Does my mouth feel good?" you asked, looking up at Eddie when you noticed his hips thrusting faster.

"You feel incredible, sweetheart."

"You want to cum inside my mouth? Or maybe you'd prefer to cum all over my face?"

"Fucking hell. Where do you want it?"

"In my mouth."

"Yeah? Beg for it," he snapped, feeling his orgasm approaching with each thrust.

"Please, come in my mouth," you say sweetly, before putting him inside your mouth again, letting him go just to add, "Give it to me, Eddie. Please."

At your request, Eddie increased his speed at the time you bobbed your head faster, focusing on trying not to gag around him every time he hit the back of your throat. You kept your eyes glued to him, silently pleading for him to release his load inside of you.

It took just a few seconds more before he reached his orgasm, hot strings of cum being shot inside your mouth as you quickly began to swallow everything he gave you, not wanting to waste a single drop.

"See what you get when you're a good girl? You get rewarded," Steve praised, helping you clean the saliva away from the corner of your mouth and your chin.

You were quick to capture his finger with your mouth, smiling when you noticed he liked that gesture, slightly shaking his head. "Can't seem to get enough, huh?"

"Nope. I want more," you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck as you begin leaving kisses all across his jawline. "I want you to fuck me, Steve."

"Want me to make you forget about all those other guys with my cock?" he mutters, leaning his head back to give you more room to kiss whenever you want.

"Yes," you moan against the skin of his neck. "Please, Steve. I need you."

"Yeah?" he grunts, one of his hands moving down you play with your clit, making you spread your legs further.

"Need you so bad, baby," you complied, knowing they love when you use your words without them having to order you to do so.

"Come here," he instructed, leaning back and motioning for you to sit on his lap.

You quickly did as told, positioning yourself on top of him, your body slowly lowering until the tip of his dick was rubbing against you. The two of you let out a moan in sync at the sensation.

"Move," he ordered. "Please yourself, just like that..." he groaned, watching you slowly rock your hips, only the tip of him rubbing up and down your folds. "Fuck, that so hot."

Eddie moved to be behind you, both of his hands cupping your tits. You leaned against his chest, moving your head to the side to face him. "You want Steve to fuck the living shit out you, princess?"

"Please," was all you could say.

Eddie smiled approvingly of your plea. "Good girl."

Steve grabbed your hips as you sank further down, his dick slowly stretching you out so ridiculously good you couldn't hold back your moans. When you fully sat down, you took a time to just feel how deep he was, filling you up completely, almost feeling him at the very pit of your stomach. But then your hips moved up before going down again, each movement going faster and faster. Steve groaned, his fingers digging at each side of you as he also contributed to you riding him faster.

Eddie continued to play with your tits, his mouth devouring your neck. He bit down on your skin as he pinched both of your nipples, the sensation making you lean your head back, exposing more of your neck. Taking that in his advantage, one of his hands moved up to grab your neck, softly squeezing.

You gasped at the sensation of him squeezing your neck, even when it was the lightest pressure. "Tighter," you say.

"Since when do you give the orders around here?" he asked, leaning closer to your ear as he said that, gently biting your earlobe.

You huffed, mentally cursing at him for doing this to you. "Please...tighter."

"See? Not that hard," he teased, but complied with your request as he applied more pressure to your neck.

You whimper when you feel his grip tightening, the gesture making the sensation of Steve's dick going in and out of you a hundred times better. Eddie noticed you were getting more aroused, gripping your neck even tighter. "How does Steve feel, princess? Is he fucking you good?" he mutters against your neck, but you were so lost into it that you couldn't find words to reply.

"Still thinking of talking to that jackass?" Steve asks this time. You were barely able to shake your head no. "All you needed was a little cock to remember who you belong to?"

"Never...forgot..." you were barely able to say, too lost in pleasure to care about elaborating an actual sentence.

Eddie's grip loosened up a little so you could get more air. "Say it. Say who this pretty pussy belongs to."

"Yours and Steve's."

"Louder."

"Ah, fuck- yours and Steve's!"

You yelp when Steve smacks your ass as you continue to ride him, his thrusts meeting you halfway. At the speed you two were going while having Eddie tightly gripping your neck, you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

Wanting to please them further, you said, "I'm yours- only yours! Always. Just yours." That earned you another smack in your ass from Steve and a trail of Eddie's kisses along your jaw.

"Shit, shit, shit," you heard Steve muttering underneath you, letting you know he was also close to cum. Finding enough strength, you move even faster as the loudest moan yet escapes your lips, your third orgasm spreading across your entire body in waves of pleasure. Steve moans at the sensation of you squeezing him even tighter as you reach your climax. "I'm gonna cum too," he warned you, expecting you would stand up so he could finish.

"Do it, I want you to cum inside me," you replied, continuing to ride him so he could cum too. Your comment was what officially drove him over the edge, his thrusts slowing as he spills his load inside of you.

When you two recovered from your orgasm, Eddie let go of your neck as you stood up, feeling a string of cum falling down your leg. You quickly cleaned it, doing an effort to put some of it back, the rest cleaning it off your fingers with your tongue. Steve put his boxers back on and got off the van to start getting dressed.

A smirk appears on your face when you feel Eddie running two fingers up your thigh as well, licking them clean before leaning forward to kiss you. The kiss was messy and heated, feeling his once again erect cock pressed against your leg as he slowly began rubbing himself against you. He moans into the kiss when you tug at his hair, fully pressing your bodies together.

He leaned forward, giving you the hint that he wanted you to lean on your back. You did, him positioning on top of you while the two of you continued to kiss. He only pulled away from you to smirk at you as he grabbed one of your legs to put in on his shoulder, the position making you spread even wider.

You were impatiently waiting for him to enter you, leaning your head back against the pillows when he finally filled you in one quick thrust, your whimper muffled against the pillow. He continued his movements in and out of you, the filthy sounds coming from the mixture of yours and Steve's cum each time Eddie moved and both of your desperate moans were the only thing audible along with the creaking of the van due to the speed you two were going at it. Same sounds the van made back when you were riding Steve.

"I could never get enough of this pretty pussy of yours," he mutters, his messy and sweaty hair sticking everywhere around his neck and face. "So good. And all mine and Steve's."

"Yes, yes! All yours," you say, panting. Whatever could help you to make him go as fast as he possibly could.

"Keep saying it. Fucking scream it for the whole world to hear that your ours."

"I'm yours! I'm all yours!" you screamed, gripping the pillow next to you as tears begin falling down your cheeks when you feel your next orgasm rapidly forming at the pit of your stomach. "Fuck, Eddie, I'm gonna cum!"

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your fingers tightly grip the pillow, crying out Eddie's name as you cum again, tears still falling down your cheeks because your body just couldn't handle the amount of pleasure. It was all too much. You were unable to hold the tears back after four orgasms and such a rough fuck like the one these two just gave you.

Eddie moves down to kiss you as he cums too, biting your lower lip to hold back his moans and grunts. He moves your leg off his shoulder, you quickly wrapping both around his hips, wanting to keep him inside of you as the two of you recover.

You helped move his hair away from his face as he continued panting, a smile adorning his face as he looked down at you before kissing you again, ringed fingers resting at the side of your neck as he gave his final thrusts before pulling out of you.

"What a show," Steve commented, standing outside the van as he watched the two of you. "Almost got undressed again to join."

"You should next time," Eddie replied, also starting to get undressed again.

"Fuck, I don't think I can even walk," you say, still sitting inside the van, feeling extremely tired after being roughly fucked by both of them. The cold breeze from the night hits your hot and sweaty body, sending shivers down your spine now that you didn’t have Steve and Eddie next to you, missing the heart of their bodies already.

"That was kinda the point," you get as a reply from Steve. "You had a lesson to learn, remember?"

You roll your eyes at the last comment, copying Eddie as you also begin putting your clothes back on. "I'm gonna need a shower when we get to your place."

"Already thinking of round two?" Eddie asks with a smirk, handing you his shirt, putting only his jacket on. "So you can clean yourself. I can wash it later, it's fine."

You appreciated the gesture, because you really didn't have anything else to clean the mess you were leaving on the blanket beneath you, desperately needing something to wipe the inside of your thighs with. "Thanks."

There was a brief pause before Steve spoke, "so about round two..."

"Don't you think making me cum four times is enough?" you asked in disbelief. Noticing the look on both of their faces, you let out a sigh before adding, "Fine. I'll think about it."

"That's why we love you so much," Eddie grinned, moving towards you to kiss your cheek, walking back to the front of the van to get in the driver's seat again, starting the engine as he waited for Steve to get on the passenger seat, all of you ready to finally head over to Eddie's trailer.

#steddie x reader #steddie x reader smut #eddie munson x reader x steve harrington #fem!reader #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #steddie x fem!reader #stranger things #steddie x reader fic #eddie munson fic #steve harrington fic #stranger things fic #stranger things smut #smut

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gorjee-art · 19 days

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It happened slowly, yet steady. At first, it was memories and words that seemed to escape the lamb. Their thoughts ever circling softly, around their duty. Jokes and laughs became fewer. Joy and merriment seemed to disappear. It wasn't until they stopped to recognise their own name that they felt haunted by something ominous. A ceaseless pull towards ruin. A temple once divine laid barren and wasted. A single promise made... now forgotten. Nothing could have prepared them for the feeling of their own body becoming their tomb. Like a drop of water will hollow out a rock. It was a slow... yet stedy process. All the while, the one who waits... could just watch. A face who once inspired, frozen cold. Into a mask. Words that could sway your heart, now gibberish. Out of order. Their memories, once great comfort to one's mind... now a painful reminder of what has been lost.

Your art inspired me to a little writing and how I can't help to think of the agonising process of slowly losing yourself and for those around them. Kinda like dementia.

'Round the bedside, the soft velvet sinks where Narinder sits, head in hands lost in thought beside their leader. Laying bedridden, a haunting gaze sits glued on Lamb's face as they stare up at their tent, their crimson eyes tracing the golden trinkets and ornaments hanging adorned up above as if it was the night sky, clinking as they bumped into each other, twinkling as it reflects the soft glow of the sunlight peaking from tattered cloth. Many followers had come to peek at the tent to no avail, as the loyal disciple's cold tired stare told them everything that was needed to be known. The heat of the summer sun, the nauseating incense stained on everything, along the buzzing cicadas outside this blasted tent, were nagging at Narinder. What was meant to be a moment of solace, of peace, became an unbearable assault on his senses. He could feel his heart knocking at his ribs, pounding with the further progression of stress, with his wandering, wavering, mind. He felt as though he was going mad.

He pulled at his face, claws digging into his cheeks lightly parting heavy lids from his bloodshot eyes. Turning slowly to look at the lamb, only to quickly regret this choice, he choked a shivering groan and returned to his original position, eyes shut tight. Years. Thousands of years, of work, and knowledge of what was forbidden was required, knowledge that mortals could only dream of having, that they killed for. In the silent pits of the underworld, where the sands of time are eternal, he bided his time, to think, to learn, and observe the world that sat above him out of reach. With all this time...he still had no idea of what to do in this situation. No plan. Not a single clue. Of what was happening to someone he deems as a dear friend. He couldn't even stomach looking at them, grief was a feeling long forgotten in those years of solitude, and thinking of himself above such futile emotions was quickly proven wrong.

The noise of summer, the stench of blessings, the heat clawing at his skin...All too loud. Rising from the lavish silk beds, he desperately tried to calm his racing mind, clinging to his chest to slow his breathing. His eyes wide, full of madness and cindering rage, boiling beneath the surface. He became desperate for some fresh air, wiping the sweat from his face, disgusted once he felt the horrid matted and damp fur on his neck, his hand grasping at the entryway outside. Only for his prickled fur to rise, he hissed at the blasted bells as they clattered at the response of the harsh tug at the cloth. It was so loud, everything was so horribly loud, the noise could wake the dead, and then-

There was a laugh.

Narinder froze still. The sounds of nature became hushed. He blinks, and tries once more...to look at his leader. To see a smile and a face being buried in pillows, attempting to muffle an unknown sound. "Ita etiam, ego te slishu..."

"Lamb...?" He whispered to himself in a desperate plea, but there was no response. At least. Not to him. "Allo te," Lamb yawned in playful annoyance.

Gobsmacked, Narinder observed Lamb speaking in a dead language. It was soft but strained as if they just woke up from a gorgeous sleep. They rubbed their eyes, and lent out their hand, twiddling their fingers as if beckoning someone. Despite Narinder not understanding a single word of their gibberish, it was obvious that Lamb was cooing at an invisible creature. "Te vu stika? Mrow tü destrüir a te ura? Naglia sillabla..." They began lazily petting the air, clicking with their mouth. Narinder could somewhat understand what they were saying...something about...a silly animal? Disturbing their peace...? Or is it hour? His mind couldn't be trusted at this moment, but he knew what it was. The tongue of the lambs, it was ancient but it lived on in very few who conversed with the people. The culture was dying alongside the newborn god, but to see a glimpse of what can be considered a memory. Ached.

Lamb pulled their sheets aside and stood from their bed, stretching their arms, bones crackling. "No...What are you doing?" he hissed, "You're ill! Stop!"

But his pleas were ignored with furthering gibberish. "Uschia looh tge fas, Amir...Ego malavair gulae tuae spolia..." Lamb chuckled softly, reaching out for their precious shepherd's crook. "Tge qvai pensas habere prandium.? Uovs?" the crook's bells jingle softly as if a warm greeting. Lamb lightly bats the wooden crook against their temple, gently attempting to wake themselves up for the "morning". Narinder shook his head in disbelief, hoarsely whispering "Please" and "Lie down" in a hellish loop as Lamb began singing, clumsily opening the "door" with no knob, passing through the cloth and into the village. Haunted by the image, his claws shook, he saw what might be the last of the lamb's understanding. Staring into nothing, he felt his chest tighten hearing the hushed horrified gasps of the followers outside. He didn't know the language, but he knew that song, the song that every lamb knew, and sang in their tongue before their deaths.

"Oh the Joy, We dance our lives till Spring." "Oh the Joy, The roads are gone, but I've stayed." " There is no Morning Star, There is no Morning Star." " Lo, a burning light appears, Hope is burning bright and near." "I work my day, to feed and pray." "Sleep the night, I dream of love." "Oh, my mountains and valleys." "Protect this land from harm."

They've sung it straight from the heart.

...followers were inspired.

#I fell in love with this mini fic and I wanted to add onto it #I wanted to make a comic at first but...maybe next time #ascension of mercy - cotl au

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 1 year

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Teeth

Part 2!

Masterlist

Werepanther!Billy Russo x Female reader.

Warnings: Smut, Anxiety, two dumbasses doing the dumbass dance.

He's hunting.

Like he always does.

It starts with the scent, sweet and decadent, calling out to him. He's weak to his baser needs, desperate for a taste.

The front door shuts behind him, the scent stronger here, pulling him forward on an invisible leash, one he cannot hope to resist.

It's dark, moonlight streams through the gaps in the curtains, he wants the moon to watch him hunt, watch him devour his prey.

He takes a deep breath, parts his lips. He can almost taste it.

Past the kitchen, turning right, down the hall.

He passes other rooms, ripe with the same scent, an office, bathroom, studio, and yet he does not get distracted, does not slow his stedy pace.

He knows what he wants.

He knows where to look.

At the door to the bedroom he takes a quick breath, confirming the right location, before opening the door.

Strawberries.

Sweet and tart, it fills the air, beats like a pulse, saying his name in a language only he can understand.

He makes a low hum of approval.

It wakes her.

A light sleeper, the anxiety of her past experiences makes her alert to him faster. Her mouth parts in a quiet gasp when she sees him, sitting up to observe him clearly.

He cocks his head, studying her fright, the beast inside of him demanding him to protect. To keep her safe from anything... everything that would wish to harm her.

He stalks toward her, he stops at the edge of the bed.

The smell of saccharine fruit makes him dizzy with need.

He reaches, moves slowly so that he doesn't frighten her, pulling the thin white sheet away from her.

She lets him take it, lets him toss it aside, the air between them is filled with so much unsaid words, but he is in no speaking mood.

She pulls her knees to her chest, eyes wide in fear, he looks down, her cunt glistening with arousal.

Surely, she wouldn't mind if he had a taste?

How could he resist?

He presses both palms flat to the bed, her eyes are so vulnerable. The beast inside of him is pleased, satisfied by his mate so openly exposed to him.

For him.

He crawls toward her, every aspect of his predatory nature on high alert. Her body tenses, but she doesn't move. Her fear and her arousal makes him ache, a near painful throb between his legs, seeking his own release.

He drops his head, intent on a peace offering, thinking only of easing her fears as his nose brushes her thigh.

A hitch of her breath, a delicious reaction that he craves, before he's licking over her wet slit.

The taste of her cunt on his tongue makes him moan, he licks her softly at first, he wants her at ease, he wants her to enjoy.

He wants to please.

She gasps, and he takes the opportunity to delve deeper, tongue gently exploring until it grazes her sensitive bundle of nerves. She shudders in bliss.

The beast inside of him purrs, his eyes squeeze shut, his face pressing deeper between her thighs.

She's soft, supple, delicious, femininity in his hands, evidence of her pleasure on his tongue.

He licks at her, his mind calming, pleased at finding what he was looking for, simply appreciating her at this point.

Her breathing is faster, her hands clenched on either side of her. He draws her tight, like a bow on the brink of snapping.

If he could feel her orgasm, he would be able to die a happy man. He wonders briefly what else she is capable of, when just the taste of her cunt can tame the predator inside of him.

She whines, and she gasps, and she cries, she's so close, so deliciously close to peak and it's all because of him, and just a few more swipes of his tongue would make her fall apart-

The buzzing of his phone wakes him.

The anger that tears through him is visceral, potent, he cannot resist grabbing his pillow and throwing it at full force across the room.

It hits the wall with a 'thud,' louder than normal.

He watches the pillow slide to the floor, can almost imagine the look of betrayal on its inanimate face.

The beast is irritable as he reaches for his phone.

"What?" Is all he says as he answers.

Katerina, who has grown used to his venomous tone, barely bats an eye.

"Sir, calling to inform you that a team has been dispatched to the Harvey residence. You told me you wanted to know."

Billy huffs, checks the time, two a.m.

"Let team leader know I'll be on site in ten."

"Are you sure? Sir-"

He doesn't respond, ending the call.

He sits up, takes a deep breath, moves to his bedroom window.

There's a small apartment building built beside his townhouse, three floors high.

On the second floor, the curtains are drawn tight, where other patrons on this side of New York hold no distress for leaving their curtains partially open. He even knows that the woman on the first floor does it on purpose, shows off in an attempt to draw his attention, and yet he's still drawn to the second floor.

To you.

He takes a deep breath, making sure there's no sharp sounds of distress, before he turns away, looking for his tactical gear in an attempt to get ready.

William Russo didn't like you one bit.

Though you'd been hired to give him a consult, and he'd chosen your company despite the last few bad reviews, you knew that in the back of your head, your presence was barely tolerated.

You tried to be as sunny as possible, leave no room for him to speak to you the way you'd overheard him speaking to some of his employees.

Sure, they had made easy mistakes, but to err was human, right?

It made you anxious, everyone at your company was on edge, hoping that this job would be an end to the bad streak that had been plaguing you.

You'd almost been swapped out for someone more experienced, until Mister Russo had challenged the idea.

"If you don't trust her work capabilities then why is she on your team?" He'd challenged the night of the dinner where you'd first met.

Your boss had looked almost pale, insisting that you were capable of completing the consultation up to mark.

The comment had made you fight a smile, fully aware that your boss had only invited you along to answer technical questions, and hadn't actually planned for you to take the lead on the project.

William's insistence had ended up giving you the task, whether intentional, or unintentional, you still weren't sure.

Truthfully, he was a difficult man to get a read on. He didn't laugh, barely gave more than a tight smile, and did not engage in small talk at all.

You'd tried to get him to open up, to speak to you, but you'd gotten nowhere, and eventually you'd given up, content to work in silence then, if he would not converse.

You'd spent the last few weeks like that, in this quiet agony, feeling carefully watched everytime he was in the room.

Was he waiting for you to make a mistake?

You weren't going to, you woke up every morning at five to triple check your work, on edge with all the pressure coming at you from all sides.

The panther was the only thing keeping you calm.

After your initial bout of fear, after the shock of hearing bones snapping had worn off, you'd found that reminders of it put you at ease.

When you'd found the tiny gold pendant, nestled into the dark corners of the antique shop, you knew you had to have it.

So today, you'd happily worn it for the first time, trying to complete your job before he gets here, so that you could be out of his hair and away from his uncomfortable stoicism faster.

You were currently under his desk, tracing wires and making notes of the general conditions of things. Your job was to make an assessment of his current IT setup and consult on something more efficient, something that would match the levels of security he required for running his company.

It wasn't too bad currently, but you'd definitely seen improvements that would help strengthen security in the long run.

One of his local IT guys had been accompanying you, but he'd thankfully stepped away and gave you the space to work.

You hum quietly to yourself under his desk, crammed into the little space, trying to confirm model and serial numbers.

"Find what you're looking for?" A voice asks.

You jump so hard that you hit your head against the bottom of the desk.

Pain blooms at the back of your head and you let out a hurt sigh.

"Are you alright?" He asks, no hint of concern in his tone.

"Yeah," you say a little sadly, rubbing the back of your head, embarrassed that he'd startled you.

What did you expect? You were in his office after all, of course he'd come in eventually.

You crawl out slowly, one hand holding on to the book with all of your notes in it.

You rise to your feet, smoothing out your clothes, your sensible shirt tucked into jeans for easy motion paired with a mild formal look.

You smile up at him, touching the back of your head gently to check how much it hurts.

He's got his eyes on you, his face solemn as usual.

"How is it going?" He asks, referring to the job.

"Really well, I'm almost done with my data collection." You reply casually.

"And no problems from my men?" He asks.

Besides the occasional misogyny?

"They're fine." You answer, a little terse, smiling up at him.

He blinks.

"What is it?"

Your eyes widen.

"What's what?"

He folds his arms, leaning against his desk. He looks across the room, to the floor length windows.

"Have they been disrespectful?" He asks, not looking at you.

You watch him closely, heart squeezing at his casual dominance. He probably doesn't even know that he's doing it, a sharp spike of arousal goes through you. You watch him take a deep breath.

"Do you really want to know? Do you think you would take me seriously if I gave you an honest answer?"

His eyes flit to you.

"Have I ever given you a reason to think I wouldn't take you seriously?"

"Not yet." You say ominously, a twitch at the corner of your mouth when he raises his eyebrows at you.

You suck in a breath, looking away.

"I'm used to it, condescension. It's... irritating. I will say, that your employees could definitely use a refresher course on equality in the workplace."

"Noted."

You turn to look up at him, giving him a shy smile.

He probably wouldn't take you seriously, anyway.

"Okay," you say happily, "That's everything. My team will send a proposal within the week, and you'll be able to review."

William nods, the traces of a smile forming at the corner of his lips. Very delectable, dangerously kissable lips.

"Thank you for all your assistance."

You nod, nervously bringing your hand up to touch your necklace before dropping your hand. It draws his attention.

"No problem, have a nice day." You say eagerly, turning on your heel and getting out of there.

You only sigh with relief when you're in the elevator.

He made you feel so on edge, you think you were shaking from the stress of being in the same room as him, desperate to impress him, trying your hardest not to mess this up for the company.

It was stressful how easy it was to talk to him. Ugh why did you mention the equality thing? He probably thought you were trying to tell him how to run his company.

Fucking shit.

Anyways, thankfully, you were done with him, and you didn't have to see him again.

She was wearing a symbol of the predator around her neck.

The beast had almost consumed him when he finally noticed. He'd had to grip the desk tightly, fighting the urge to chase, to take, to claim.

You were his, and he knew it, and it had made him happy to see, that on some base level, you knew it too.

He could smell the paranoia coming off of you in waves, and though he wanted to ease your troubles, to soothe your mind from the past traumas, he knew this was not something to be rushed into.

No matter how many times he got lost in dreams of you.

A/N: I'm just playing around on this fine Wednesday morning.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #werepanther!billy russo #monster!billy russo #werepanther #werepanther billy russo #monster!billy #monster!billyrusso #ben barnes #billy russo x female reader #my writings #the punisher #billy russo smut

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Maybe you can do Snow White for the fairytale thing where the hunter reader is walking in a forest and trips on one of the dwarfs and accidentally kisses Snow White which makes Snow White think they are their true love

The forest was a mystical place.

Anyone with functioning eyes and a boundary with reality would agree. As the sole human resident of the land, you have bore witness to a plentiful share of oddities, but nothing could ever prepare you for what was to come the day after. Mermaids and winged creatures. Giants and fairy folk no bigger than your palm. You developed a tolerance to these beings, but all paled in comparison to the utter headache you gained that fateful day.

The day had begun with you scouring the forest floor for stray branches. A good source of kindling for fires, and keeping out trespassers with varying warning signs and contraptions. With your eyes in the dirt, the events unfolding around you go unnoticed until its too late. Twisted, gnarled trees with hides the color of burnt lumber shooting upright and flourish with a radiant, pinkish glow. The sudden abundant growth of flowers and wildlife. Two harrowing signs of what you were soon to come across.

You start to realize as a squirrel runs by your foot. Narrowly avoiding stepping on the rodent's tail by a hard, you watch the rodent carry the flower in its mouth up a tree and drop down onto a glass container in the middle of the field. It drops the plant over the slumbering face in the coffin and joins the rest of the animals in mourning for the lost soul. As literal tears fall from their eyes you step back - looking for an exit that's already gone. You were not prepared for this.

Every now and again there existed those who didn't heed the warnings. A young woman on her way to her grandmother's. Children abandoned by their parents and taken in by a witch. The forest centered around these individuals and made their lives something out of a picture book. You've experienced this before and they're nothing short of living through a nightmare. You can't return home until their stories are over and sometimes that can take up to years. You never age, but you feel every waking moment to this day.

Who knows how long this time will take? The time isn't a major factor, but you rather not waste a second in this hell. If you wanted to leave on your own accord, you had to do things yourself.

You walk over to the coffin. A young person rests within. Their skin is as pale as fresh snow, rose kissed cheeks the only drop of color to their frozen face. They wear commoner clothing, but the crown tucked into their hair and necklace around their neck tell a different tale. There's a strange lump in their throat, flexing with every minor breath they take. Their lips hang open with the ragged draw of air they suck in, airways clearly blocked.

The forest animals tear into the safety of the trees as you toss your axe aside and shove the lid off the coffin. You drag the unconscious figure onto the forest floor and bend them forward, patting their back with pressured blows that increase in force as they spit and wheeze. When that doesn't work, you get behind and wrap your arms around their chest - thrusting upwards with your forearms. The blockage flies out with the fourth push, the stranger limp in your arms as their breathing controls to a stedy flow. Their eyes flutter open with the most doe like expressions as a faint smile creeps onto their face.

"My love?..."

You shove them off you and try to stand, but they ground you to the floor with surprising strength. Their cold hands grip at your face, moving stray strands of hair and wiping at the dirt that coated your skin. It's never been more clear to you how callused your hands have grown until their porcelain flesh comes into contact with your own.

"I knew you'd come for me... As the apple's curse took hold I didn't fear for a single moment because I knew you'd be there."

You shove their hands away as they ghost over a scar beneath your right eye. "Listen, I'm glad you're okay, but I'm not your lover."

"Oh, but you are! My family always told me true love's kiss is the only-"

"I didn't kiss you. You were choking on something and I got it out. This should be over soon so I should be going."

You try to get up again - this time their nails stop you.

"It may not have been a kiss, but there still is a contention between us. I feel it. It was fate that led you to me... Don't throw our chance at true happiness away."

"I told you- I'm not interested!" In an attempt to distance yourself from their claws, you reach for your weapon that was no longer in the vicinity. A short man with pointy ears wields your axe instead. The tool is bigger than his whole body, but he handles it well with the help of another. There's about seven of them in total. When they notice your puzzled stare, they point it at you.

"What are you doing with our Snow?"

"I'm not doing a thing. I'm trying to get home."

The formerly unconscious individual deem as Snow pins you in a chokehold to their chest. "Everyone! My spouse has found me. Like the stories go, true love's embrace has healed me. With their aid I will be able to return home and take the throne from my step mother, and we will bring a new era of peace to all."

The dwarfs break out in cheer which you quickly shoot down. "I am not who you think I am. I'm sure your real prince or... princess is on their way as we speak."

Snow gasps. "Oh no. I think the curse has been transferred over to them! We must return home as soon as possible and get them rested. I fear they might hurt themselves if they are unbound..."

The dwarfs pick up on their message with ease. The near dozen creatures work together to tie you by your wrists and ankles. Their sheer number and Snow's arm around your neck makes it an easier task. As more fuel to the fire, they kiss you when you are completely unable to defend yourself - giggling as thei cohorts pick you up.

"Don't worry, my love. True love's kiss will make you all better. No matter how many it takes."

#Huntsman reader #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere fantasy #yandere drabble #yandere x darling

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anxious-witch · 5 months

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Uh. I have no excuse for this one, it's partially inspired by that bojere painting ajd partially by me watching The Pieces Series on tiktok.

Weird time/reality travel, bojere, blood, temporary character death(kind of)

Bojan stared at painting, willing himself to make sense of the shapes and colors he was seeing. To see anything, but achingly familiar painting.

No. It couldn't be him. It couldn't be Jere.

He stared at year written under the painting. 1932.

-.. --- / -.-- --- ..- / .-. . -- . -- -... . .-. ..--..

A brush tapping on the table as he chewed om his lip. The painting was almost finished. It was just missing something. Something like-

"Are you painting again?" Jere said, leaning his head on his shoulder, "Oh! It's the one where you dream of me, huh?"

Bojan laughed, putting the brush aside and turning around, smiling at him.

"I am always dreaming of you."

Jere cupped his cheek, soft smile on his face.

"You are so funny. My Joker man."

.--. .-.. . .- ... . / .-. . -- . -- -... . .-.

Bojan stumbled a step, swaying on his feet. Strong hands stedied him.

"Whi, Jokerman! Easy."

He stared at Jere's eyes. Shokingly, electricly blue. Blue like-

-.. --- -. .----. - / ..-. --- .-. --. . - / -- .

-blue like the sky. Bojan was not going to let this piece of the sky dull out and dye. He would not.

"Just hang on a bit longer. If I can get you to Nace, he can heal-"

"Bojan," Jere said quietly.

Too quietly. He sounded too tired, too hopeless. Like he was giving up.

"It's the end of the line. We both knew it was coming."

"No!"

Bojan felt as if he was ripping his heart out of his chest. The villain stood dead few meters away and it meant nothing? What was the point if he didn't have Jere with him after?

"The prophecy-"

"Fuck the prophecy! I am not letting you go."

A thought came to mind, equally beautiful and horrfying.

"The artifact," Bojan whispered, looking at the body of a villain. The one still clutched in his hand.

The one with the ability to travel time and dimensions.

"Bojan-" Jere tried to interrupt, but he choked instead coughing blood.

Fear siezed Bojan's chest and he breathed out harshly.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I can't lose you."

Then he went to retrieve the artifact. It resembled a clock, except it also had years and to the side, numbers of what Bojan could only assume were dimensions. Currently, they were at number 2.

He turned the clock back.

.-. . -- . -- -... . .-. / .... --- .-- / .-- . / --. --- - / .... . .-. .

"Bojan!"

Bojan took in a lungful of air, feeling as if he was submerged underwater. He was shaking and Jere was holding him, his eyes wide and worried.

"What happened?"

Jere shook his head.

"I don't know. You almost collapsed and then you started shaking."

He remember the hallucination so clearly. It felt so real. Jere's blood was sticky and smelled of cooper. Power underneath his skin was drumming, he could almost feel echo of it.

"I don't know either," he said, "Can we just please go home?"

Jere furrowed his brows. He scanned his face, as if trying to gauge something on his face.

In the end, he just nodded.

Bojan kept his arm around him, almost afraid that if he let go, Jere would disappear. As they made their way out of the museum, Bojan shivered and put his hand in his coat pocket.

There, his hand closed around an object, shaped like a clock. A completely different shiver went through him.

"Alright?" Jere asked again, still looking worried.

Bojan forced a smile.

"Yeah. As long as you are here with me."

As much as he tried not to even think about cold, smooth metal under his fingertips, part of him knew that if he looked at it, number would have shifted to number 1.

.-. . -- . -- -... . .-. .. -. --. / .... . .-.. .--. ... / ..- ... / -. --- - / .-. . .--. . .- - / - .... . / ... .- -- . / -- .. ... - .- -.- . ...

#my writing #bojan cvjetićanin #käärijä #joker out #fanfic #kinda??#this one doesn't make much sense but eh. had to get it out of my system I guess

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 5 months

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I was tagged by @medusapelagia - thx honey! 💖

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@steddiebang | (You got me) in the palm of your hand, with art by @xgumiho and @peachypurr

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Upcoming projects

✨️ Finishing Possession (around March/April if everything goes as planned)

✨️ Two fics for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang - coming in March

✨️ @house-of-the-moving-image and I are planning on expanding one of our collabs from the Stedie holiday drabbles into a fully-blown fic and art project. We're currently screaming at each other on discord about it further developing the concept. We're both so incredibly in love with the idea and having heaps of fun bouncing it around, I'm looking forward to it so much!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Rules and tags under the cut

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Tagging: @penny00dreadful @rainbow-nerdss @rozzieroos @sourw0lfs @wormdebut

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie brainrot #steddie fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #fic writing review 2023 #tag games

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finntheehumaneater · 1 month

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(Honorary) WIP weekend

tagged by he lovely @zombiethingy

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

WIPs:

I owe you a black eye and two kisses [steddie]

These dirt roads are empty, the ones we paved ourselves [steddie]

radio star [stedie/rovickie]

the husbands (try to) go shopping [steddie]

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Snippet from these dirt roads are empty, the ones we paved ourselves:

“Don’t need you to, I’ll just miss it,” The girl sobbed into the boy’s shoulder as he swayed her back and forth. It felt too personal for Steve to be witnessing, and he wanted to try and quietly slip into the theater room, but he was afraid that if he moved he would ruin their moment.

“You won’t miss it, I’ll watch her,” The boy murmured, pulling away and nodding slightly. “She likes me, it’ll be fun.”

“But she’s little,” the girl tried to protest, her voice weak and shaky.

“I know she’s little, hun, I was there when you had her,” the boy pointed out softly, smiling as he took her hands in his. His skin was white where her fingers were gripping it. “I’m like—basically her dad, I’ll watch her for you…”

The girl hesitated, before shrugging and looking down. She glanced over at Steve, her cheeks flushed as she shrank into herself slightly, looking down.

“You go back in and tell Jeff I’ll be there in a minute,” the boy said to her, kissing her forehead and gently pushing her in the direction of the theater room door. “I’m gonna say hi to our friend, here.”

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Tags um….@randombibitch + anyone else you wants to do it!!

#Tag games #I need to write send me asks :D

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pokemon-ash-aus · 1 year

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False Twins AU! After news spread that some unknown mythical Pokemons had been spotted in the region of Kanto (that being Ash and Indigo) were there ever big groups of trainers who teamrd up with the objective to find and battle/catch it?

Like, it's known the Pokemons were recently seen at place x, and without warning on a "random" day there's sort of a raid of trainers there searching for them idk

(some of them could be payed by team rocket in secret who knows)

Just an idea i had

Ndndj i had a thought and i lost it (Answering old questions) but now i remember again!

Raid trainers are usually high end trainers that track and battle dangerous pokemon.

And then you have myth hunters.

A gaggle of trainers (usually 3-4) run around the world on whispers of mythical pokemon.

And then they hear one in Kanto.

"Its get claws and sharp fangs."

"Its eyes are so red, it must be the devil!!"

"I heard it can short out an entires town's power!"

"Its Pink!"

"Its Black!"

"Its White!"

"If you hear its call, run."

And its so exciting for the Myth hunters. They run and run and talk and talk until they can pinpoint it down to two, possible locations.

One of them is in the buttfuck nowhere of Viridian forest.

The other is in some place called pallet town, and they only know the name because the professor is there.

Pounding hearts and sweaty palms, they make it to pallet town first, its easier to mark it off the spot

But no- they spot it.

A black figure roaming about, tall and lanky with a bright pink tail dragging in the dirt.

One of the Hunters reels back, pokeball stedy in her hands and she hucks it.

"OW!"

They startle, watching the pokeball hit the floor with a dull thud. The red encasing the pokemon for just a brief second.

They never go in.

The figure turns around, a tall tan skinned man with black stubble lacing his chin, looking angry as the hoodie of his suit drapes across his forhead.

Instantly his face goes blank, rolling his eyes.

"The Myth hunters are here again, turn down the festival!"

Theres groans and the hunter jerk around to see several figures, black, white, pink, all sadly take off their hoods.

"Damn tourists," One older woman scowls. "Cant let kids have fun."

"Who the fuck even spread that rumor?"

"Morons that's who."

"What?" One of the hunters hissed, eyes darting wildly before they jerk back as an old gentleman walks towards them.

A familiar old man.

"Good afternoon young trainers." Professor Oak smiles, in a godawful pink suit and two bulgy eyes resting atop his hoodie. "It seems their is another misunderstanding."

"Wha-?"

"It's a festival for upcoming trainers moron." A girl, probably no older than 8 scowls. "The adults dress up like mythical creatures and tells stories and adventures to all new trainers and children in the town. Can't believe idiots can't tell the difference between a pokemon and a human. "

Faces turned beat red, and the professor laughs.

"So sorry," he waved. "Our festival is ruined every day this past 3 months. Everyone is so upset we can't enjoy ourselves anymore."

"Right." The hunter who chuckled the pokeball stuttered, standing ramrod straight before gripping the two hunters closest to her. "So sorry about interuppting, we'll take our leave."

Slowly, the myths die out.

"Its a town having fun."

"Its a furry convention."

"Its a new festival!"

"Its just adults having one last hurrah with their kids before they're trainers."

In the town, three dangerously strong pokemon cackle in delight.

#Short fic #Just a lil drabble really lol

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chaosandsuns · 2 years

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Show me what you got

Layla in ep 6... Oof

Pairing: layla x reader

Tags: oral sex (f receiving), based on that one shot of layla looking down at mk in episode 6.

Layla stood above you, smirking down at your form as you laid down on the floor after your sparring match. "Dont worry, im sure youll beat me next time" she said with a wink.

"this is the only match I never win in" you groan as you get back up to your feet with her extended arm, suddenly very close to her face.

"oh really? Why is that?" She smirks and leans a bit closer to your face.

"because I get distracted by your beauty" you say and drop your eyes to the floor. "Kind of hard to focus on a fight when all you want to do is pin someone to a wall and kiss them senseless, wouldnt you think?" You look back up at her, eyes firey as you challenge her with your gaze to make the first move.

"oh yeah? show me what you got" She says and leans closer, nose to nose and head a bit tilted, allowing you to close the gap if you just moved a bit closer.

You smile and grab the back of her neck with your left arm, pulling her into you with a bruising kiss, other hand on her hips pulling you both closer to each other's body.

Before you know it, you pin her against a wall and start marking her neck as she sweetly moans your name in your ear burying her hands in your head trying to pull you impossibly closer to her neck. You slowly trail kisses down her chest and to her belly through the thin workout shirt she's wearing, lifting it a bit to lick at her abs. Looking up at her she has her head down, eyes half closed as she stares intensely at you, breathing heavily.

"may I?" You ask as you toy with the waistband of her leggings and underware. "You better" she huffs, carding her hand through your hair and pulling a bit. Groaning at the mix of pain and pleasure, you pull down both pants and underware off her at once, throwing them over your shoulder as you stare at her dripping core.

"I did that?" You ask, smirking up at her. "Yeah, and you better finish it too while you are at it" she smiles down at you, breathing a bit easier and pupils blown at seeing you between her thighs so close to where she wants, no, needs you desperately.

You slowly drag your tongue through her folds, hearing her broken gasp from above you and the slight tightening of her hand in your hair, pulling you closer to her, urging you to stop teasing.

And stop teasing you do, flattening your tongue as you press it against her clit and lick with the whole length of it over her, humming lightly at her sweet but tangy taste. She releases a shaky breath from above you, indicating her enjoyment, so you start moving your tongue in tight little circles arount her clit as she moans your name, breathlessly.

"can I- I want to taste you more, is that okay?" You ask, and as she nods frantically you push your tongue against her slit and inside her, moaning deeply at her musky scent as your nose bumps against her clit. She moans deeply from above you, and as you look up you see her head all the way back against the wall, chest heaving with heavy breaths at your ministrations against her. You start to pump your tongue inside her and she thighs shake slightly as your nose bumps more and more against her clit with every push of your tongue. You lift your hand from her thigh where you were stedying her and push a finger against her folds, just working around the rim of her entrance slowly with the pad of your finger as you feel her pussy quiver around your tongue, you push your finger alongside your tongue and moan deep alongside her as you feel her start to drip all over your tongue more, your moans sending vibrations through her core that make her thighs shake around your mouth and contract slightly around you, cutting off your air supply and increasing your pleasure by a tenfold. You lift one of her thighs agaisnt your shoulder and start to move quickly, trying to dive your tongue deeper and deeper inside her, wanting to taste more and more. She pushes her heel against the middle of your back and urges your head closer to her with her hands as you moan against her more and more, intoxicated on her sweet taste and high on her musky scent.

You increase the pressure of your tongue against her walls and curl your finger just so and suddenly she is cumming all over your tongue and face with a hoarse and surprised shout of your name.

You hold her up with your hands as her legs start to give out under her and keep your ministrations until she mewls weakly and pulls at your head, overstimulated.

You make one last pass throgh her folds, lapping up the last of her juices on your tongue and hum as you sit back on your knees, looking up at her.

She smirks down at you, "we should do that more often, dont you think?" She asks, eyes twinkling.

You smile dumbly up at her, blown away by her beauty looking down at hour and nod frantically; "yeah, we definetly should".

#moon knight #layla moon knight #moon knight smut #layla el faouly x reader #layla el faouly smut #chaos rambles but smut

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fictionalmenjusthitdifferent · 1 year

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Cherry Wine

Elrond X Reader fanfic

Sitting on the roof of one of the Rinvendell buildings much snuggle. I highly suggest listening to Hosier's song cherry wine to set the mood 😌

(h/c) = hair color

(Y/N) = your name

The moon shone down on the roofs of Rivendell, and many, many stars kindled in the birth of the world by Elbreth.

The breeze was chill, not even the hoot of an owl was heard, and the whole city was asleep, except for two, their souls bound by fate.

Atop the shimmering roof they sat, close together.

" It is a beautiful night, melleth nîn. "

Elrond said softly, his cheek resting against your (h/c) hair.

" Yes, it is... "

You replied, your voice barely above a whisper, it seemed if you spoke any louder it would shatter the silent magic of this moment.

It was just the two of you, no prying eyes no chatter of nobles.

Just you and Elrond, you could bask in his presence. The serenity was something you didn't often find in Rivendell high society.

An empty bottle of wine sat beside you, time had long since been lost track of. Nither of you knew how may hours had passed on this peaceful roof top.

You pulles Elrond back to lay against the cool metal, putting your head on his chest to hear his stedy heart beat .

You looked up, he smiled softly, the starlight dancing in his grey eyes.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on your cheek.

" I wish this could last forever... "

He breathes, your faces mere inches apart, he smelled of wine and spice .

You gently press your lips to his, he melts against your touch, eyes fluttering closed.

You press your forehead against his for a brief moment after you par, before tucking your face into his neck.

He inhaled your soothing scent, this, this is what he lived for, quiet moments of tranquility with you.

He knew that come what may, he was your and you were his.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

" I love you, ( Y/N ) "

Elrond murmured in your ear, you felt the heat rise to your cheeks dispite the chill air around you, no matter how long you spent, theose three words in his rich qunyan accent never ceased to make you blush.

" I love you to Elrond... "

He pulled you closer, his arms about your waist.

The stars shone down fondly on the sleeping pair, even as the darkness gave way to dawn, painting the sky with rosy pink and orange, the sun spreading it's rays and banishing the darkness.

This was your love, moments of peace and solitude, quiet love, and gentle.

And so it was and remained, to the end of thir days.

~The end~

{ This is for a lovely mutual of mine @ladylittlepage 💕 I hope you enjoy it ❤️

I revised this several times to get it to suit my liking lol, I hope you like it!! Sorry it's kinda short. }

- Alex ❤️❤️

#elrond #elrond half elven #elrond peredhel #lord elrond #elrond x you #elrond x reader

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pullakori · 10 months

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Febuwhump 2023

Day 15. Self sacrifice

TW: Attempted murder

Also, a/b/o

The celebrations had been going well. There had not been any bigger problems and the joy and the festive mood from the people of Genosha had been washing through Charles the whole day and there was no way to feel blue because of that. But even more than that, king Erik's genuine smile at him in the mids of their dance had made his heart soar with newfound hope.

Their marriage, arranged as it was, had been an upgrade from Charles' life that far, which while luxarious as an only omega son of a noble family, had been cold and lonely. In Genosha, he had been able to make friends and he was seen more than just a pawn, that was used to seek more power and status.

But it had been clear from the start, that king Erik had not been pleased with the arrangement. The marriage had been strictly political, they hadn't even met each other before the wedding. Charles could clearly remember Erik's eyes that day, distant and cold. He hadn't dared to let his telepathy to even brush against the alpha's mind, he would rather live in ignorance than knowing that his husband despised him.

It had been months since that day and while at the beginning any kind of genuine connection seemed impossible, Charles did't lose hope. And slowly, tentavely, they both had lowered their defences and learned more about each other. And for Erik to smile at Charles so easily today, it seemed that they had come much further than they had even realized.

They were just rerturning to the palace where another crowd of people was waiting for them. The day had been long and Charles' mental shields were somewhat battered, but when his surroundings were this posotive, it didn't bother him much. Their carrige came to a halt and Erik jumped off, before turning to offer his hand for Charles to take. The telepath smiled and took the king's hand, but as he did, he felt a sudden surge of affection that wasn't his own. It was Erik's.

The feeling took him by such a surprise, that he almost fell to the ground as he stepped down from the carrige. Luckily, Erik was there to catch him, his mind alarmed and eyes wide.

"Charles, are you alright?" He asked as his arms stedied the smaller man.

"Yes, yes I'm quite alright. Just lost my footing there for a moment." Charles reassured and laughed off his embarrasment. Erik looked at him for a second longer, doubt creasing his brow, but eventually, he nodded, letting go of Charles. The omega missed the touch as soon as it was gone, but shook it off and walked beside Erik towards the castle.

The crowd was in high spirits and Charles let his power to have a bit more breathing room, soaking all of it in. Happiness, joy and excitement washed over him and made his smile widen. He waved at a small group of children just when he felt something sinister with his telepathy. A one voice that didn't belong. He searched for that mind in the crowd, which wasn't too difficult as it stood out so clearly.

He realised three things about the person who owned that mind. One, he wasn't in the crowd, but in the roof. Two, he was there to kill Erik. Three, he was just about to pull the trigger of his crossbow.

Charles didn't think, he just moved, stepping in front of Erik and just as he saw the king's face turn confused, even annoyed, he felt the pain bloom in his shoulder. He watched as Erik's eyes widened in horror and felt strong arms come to support him while the pain forced him to bend his body. Erik might have said his name, but there were too much screaming and the pain made it hard to think.

"Arrest him!" That he heard, Erik's order booming in his ears. "And get McCoy!"

It registered to Charles only when their surroundings became more dimmer, that they had moved inside the palace. Erik was pulling him along, their footsteps echoing on the stone floor along with their bodyguards'. There was a turmoil under the surface of Erik's mind, but he was solely focused on his goal, to get Charles to Hank's work chamber. He might have said something to Charles, but the other man felt like all energy was being sucked out of his body.

His legs gave up and the last thing he heard was Erik calling his name.

...

"Charles!" Erik felt how panic tried to grip his mind as his consort sagged in his arms, almost falling to the ground, if not for the alpha's hold on him. He managed to keep his mind clear though, his goal simple. Get Charles to the doctor.

So, he picked the omega up into his arms and carried him the rest of the way. Armando opened the door for them and Erik moved to the room, gently laying Charles down on the patient bed, on his stomach, as the arrow was still stuck on his upper back. The arrow that had been meant for Erik, completely devoid of any metal.

He looked at the other man now, his skin had become pale and his clothes were stained with blood. Erik knew he should try to pull the arrow out and take Charles' jacket, vest and shirt off of him, but his worry of doing something wrong and causing more damage was too great. It felt strange, to feel this unsure of his own actions.

Fortunately, doctor McCoy arrived soon. Erik noticed that he had taken off his shoes, most likely to run faster. The doctor didn't waste any time, rolling his sleeves up and moving to stand beside the bed.

"Did the arrow go completely through?" He asked as he moved.

"No." Erik answered immediately.

"I'll need to push the arrow out in that case. Hold his upper body up for me." Erik did as he was told, appreciating that the doctor didn't bother with formalities.

McCoy pushed the arrow until it went through, then broke it and pulled it out completely from the other side. He put the pieces away on a table before starting to remove the clothes on Charles' upper body.

"I need water and a washing cloth." Hank told and Armando moved to get those.

With nothing else to do, Erik checked the arrow. It was expertly made, its tip was made of stone instead of metal. Erik's power was widely known, so that didn't come as a surprise. The fletching was red and black, that might mean something, like colours of an assassin or a guild, but not nessessarely.

"Oh no..." McCoy's voice made Erik's stomach drop and he turned around to look at the doctor and his husband, who had been turned to lie on his back.

"What?" Erik demanded, stepping closer. "What is it?"

"Poison." The one word made the blood freeze inside Erik's body. No... No it couldn't be. But when he looked at the wound that McCoy had been cleaning from the blood, the veins under the skin around it had turned darker.

Charles was going to die...

No! No, there had to be something they could do.

"Do you know what kind of poison?" Maybe there was a cure. And if McCoy didn't have it, then Erik would go search for it himself.

"I have an idea, but to know for sure I'll need few drops of alpha blood." The doctor informed them and Armando stepped forward, about to offer his own, but Erik alrwady summoned his knife to his hand and pricked his finger with it.

This made the doctor look out of his depth for the first time he had stepped into the room, but he recovered quickly and snatched a small cup from a shelf and let Erik's blood drip into it. No more than five drops, until Hank deemed it enough. He moved to get some of the tainted blood from Charles and added that to the cup too. Next, he stirred the mix by shaking the cup gently, until he poured it on to a small plate. Or more accurately, dropped it on to a plate, as the blood now resembled some kind of budding.

Erik didn't know what he should feel after seeing that, but the doctor's sigh of relief told him enough. Charles would be okay.

"Do not worry, your highness, lord Charles will be fine as long as the wound is taken care of and kept clean." McCoy assured him and started working on the wound, cleaning it and then stitching it.

"What was it?" Erik questioned, wondering about the poison.

"Convallaria majalis. Its poison is extraordinary, as it is deadly for alphas, but for betas and omegas, it only causes mild symptoms like fever and weakness." The beta explained, but then looked at Charles' face with a frown. "The dosage might have been quite high, if it is the reason why the lord fainted." He thought aloud and only after Armando coughed and made him to look at him and Erik, did he shook his head and hurried to continue. "But I'm confident that he will make a full recover."

Erik wasn't going to believe it before he saw Charles awake and smiling again, but for now, he held onto the hope that it was possible.

#historical au #fantasy au #a/b/o #charles whump #febuwhump 2023 #cherik #charles xavier

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skippers-stuff · 1 year

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Coming out

Pairing: bi Eddie Munson x bi afab! Reader

Summary: Eddie decided to come out to you, and your response made him dropp everything.

Warnings: mention of sexually loaded activities (clothed privet areas touching), concussion, visit to school nurse, head bang, coming out, bi couple, stedie mentioned, emotions and stuff...

A/n: I wrote this a while ago, got inspired by a tiktok vid I can't find anymore. I wanted to post this earlier but tumblr is shit hard to use (for me lol, I'm old [not really]). I'm clearly new to this so I'm thankful for every feedback i get!

You burst through the cafeteria door with panic in your eyes. You are desperately searching for a way out of the situation you throw yourself into. With your loud entrance, now everyone was looking at you like you were gonna you went mad, but you couldn't care less. Not when he was after you. You run to your table, grab Dustin's shoulders and look at him with puppy eyes.

"Dustin, dear, my great friend, you need to help me. Please." You beg the younger boy.

"Oh, no, what did you do this time?" He asks you with an annoyed look.

"I may or may not have fucked up just a tiny tiny little bit... " you wanted to continue your speech about how you managed to get yourself in trouble once again, but then his fluffy hair appeared in the door.

"Shit" you hiss and go back to your running business.

Just a normal day in Hawkins High. You pissed off your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, just like you usually do maybe like 3 or 4 times a week, and now, you're running for your life. Of course, he would never hurt you, not on purpose at least, you knew that, but he had his ways of getting back at you.

You run to the bench in the forest area, behind the school, where Eddie usually does his cartel businesses. At that point, you were out of breath and your legs felt weak. You could not make any more steps. So you decided to lay down on the top of the table. Not in the grass obviously, since you didn't want any bugs in your hair. Not long after, your boyfriend was hovering above you with a stupid smirk on his face.

"Got you now doll" he smirks and pins, your hands above your head.

"Okay, yeah, you got me. Good job Eds." You say while trying to catch your breath. "I need to visit the gym more often."

"Mhm, you know what else you should do, angel? Well, I don't know maybe stop talking shit about your boyfriend?" He asks.

Well, yes. About the whole situation. You may or may not have talked to Eddie about how he and Harrington would make a cute couple and mentioned here and there that you can see in his eyes that he just wants to kiss him sometimes. Like quite literally, that was the only topic you talked about today. You started it to annoy him. Altho it was true. You did see some sparkles in his eyes whenever he saw Steve. You've suspected for quite a while now, that your boyfriend was not really what other people would call straight. You didn't want to push him about that, his sexuality, but your jealousy took over you this time. He should not look at anybody else the way he's only allowed to look at you.

"And now tell me, princess, where and when did that little idea of your come to your head? Did you bump you bump it?"

"No, I just saw what I saw, considered and concluded. You don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to catch the evidence." You say smirking right back at his stupid but oh so beautiful face. He spreads your legs with his hands, stands between them and pulls you closer to him, so your crotch meets his. Then he grabs the neck of your shirt and pulls you up by it.

"And why do you seem so sure about that? Why would I be interested in a guy?" He asks in a lower voice.

"Come on Eds, the little starring at Steve moments, the handkerchief, yes I know about that too, you just scream the answer, my friend," you say smiling.

"Let's just say you are right, for the following scenario, and I do like... Other than women, no, not Steve, just in general... How would you feel about that? Your boyfriend being attracted to... Boys?" He asks still holding you but now a bit nervous. You just keep smiling at him. It's like a huge moment. He finally admitted to you his attraction to other genders. I mean, yeah, you may have forced it, but you wanted him to be true to himself around you.

"Well, I would think that is super extra cool since my boyfriend's girlfriend is attracted to girls as well." You smile, making your confession to your love.

Eddie's world just stops right there. I mean, how could it not? He just found out that his girlfriend not only accepted his so-called abnormality but somehow shares it with him. That he is not alone. At that moment he didn't feel awful about himself, and about his feelings, he just felt like it was a normal thing. He fell even more in love with you at that moment if it was possible. He didn't care about Steve or anyone else on the planet because at that moment, Eddie Munson was sure he wanted to marry you as soon as possible. His whole body weakened for a minute. Only a minute. But it was enough for your shirt to slip through his fingers. He saw the whole thing in slow motion in front of him. Your shirt slips, and then the boom, when your head hit the wooden table. His eyes go wild as he tries to catch you.

You feel incredible pain in your head while you chant every swearword you knew. You try to stand up, but one, you feel dizzy and you just can't and two, Eddie is on top of you. Repeating how sorry he was between the "shit" s that left his mouth. You push him off of you and he helps you to stand up.

"You okay princess? Shit. I am really really sorry, I didn't mean to drop you" he put his arm around your body and tries to help you stand properly.

"My head fucking hurt, get me to the nurse," you say with your eyes closed, trying to make your way to the said person with Eddie's help. You can only take two steps before you put your boyfriend to the side and throw up.

"Oh fucking shit it's not looking good, is it? Shit, I'm so fucking sorry." He picks you up and as fast as he can get you to the nursery.

The nurse gives you some painkillers and tells you that you have a minor whiplash so she sends you home. Since non of your parents can pick you up, Eddie decides to ditch school and take you home instead. He lays you down on his bed, and makes everything comfortable for you, just hopping around you like a maid. The only problem is that you don't want to be near him. He just dropped you after coming out to him, literally.

"Eddie, could you just leave please?" You whine.

"I am sorry but I'm afraid I can't do that, princess." He says as he climbs in next to you. "I really hate what I did back there, and I'm trying to get my perfect girlfriend whatever she wants to show her how amazing she is and how much I love her, hoping that she'll forgive me and marry me someday, even tho I dropped her when she came out to me. I hope you know I didn't do that because of what you said, I mean I did. I didn't expect it and well, god, you are perfect and you made me believe that after all, I might be normal. I mean I hated myself for so many years whenever I felt something towards a boy and you just took it so carelesly and easily."

"Eddie Munson, you are faaaar away from normal, my dear. And that's what I love you for. Because who the fuck wants to be boring and normal when they can be you? Or be with you. You are the colour in my life, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. I love you. And I will marry you someday in the future, but not now, now I need peace and quiet." You say as you close your eyes, only to open them a moment after to glance at your boyfriend who is silently admiring you "and maybe my boyfriend... Shirtless." As you say those last words, Eddie is quick to take off his shirt and pulls you on his chest. He keeps petting your hair as you slowly fall asleep to the heartbeat of the one you love the most.

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