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xphntmhvx · 1 month
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Hazbin idea! What if during the final battle, Angel and Alastor had someone who declared their love for them like Pentious did with Cherri and and sacrificed themselves for them? (Unlike Pentious, they survive. Also, can't believe Pentious/Cherri is semi-canon!)
CONTENT. sfw ! angsty, gender-neutral reader ! that's... about it tho, aside from shy/nervous confessions, also kind of... vague confessions ? words aren't everything, ya know !
LOVE NOTES. this idea is sooo very sweet, I'm in love with it <33 ! and yes, some love for sir pentious x cherri please ! ! iwhat a love twist-
ANGEL DUST
Your confession definitely slips out in the heat of battle—a mistake really, but one you soon learn to forgive yourself for. No one really blames you anyway, almost watching Angel lose his life proves to be far more intense that you might have imaged it being.
Sure, the confession itself may have been a little rushed, but that just means it'll give you both something to talk about after the battle ended.
Now you'd both have to make it until the end.
"Angel!" you shout, your body meeting with his in a harsh collision in a last-minute attempt to push him out of the way of a nearby explosion.
You're both still a little dazed from the boom, your ears ringing and head spinning even as you reach out to find Angel in one piece.
"Are you okay?" you ask, bewildered. Your hands are still shaking as you reach out to grab his shoulders, but you're not entirely sure if its from the shock of the explosion or just the adrenaline of battle.
"Yeah I'm... I'm fine. Thanks," he says, grasping around for one of his Tommy guns before firing a few rounds at an angel just behind you.
"Guess we're even," he jokes, sending you a flirty wink.
Maybe the rush of war was finally getting to you, or perhaps the thought of losing Angel was just too much to bare as realization finally settles, but your body moves on its own.
"Angel, wait," you shout over the noise as another rumble shakes the ground. Angel turns toward you, his mouth open as if to protest your being a distraction before you grab his collar.
It all happened in a flurry, too quick to properly let the gravity of the kiss settle in, but you know you the gentle press of your lips against his was no hallucinate as you pull away from him, instantly missing the warmth he offered.
"Don't die, okay? I... I don't know what I'd do without you."
Angel doesn't say a word, his mouth opened just slightly as he tries to find the right words.
But no words come. So instead, he sends you a soft smile, his eyes telling you everything he wants to say in the moment.
"I promise ya, toots," Angel smirks, "See ya on the other side."
ALASTOR
"Alastor, wait!" you call out, watching as his shield begins to crumble around the hotel, knowing his next move is to face Adam head-on. Just as he and Charlie had planned.
"Not now, my dear," he responds over his shoulder, his eyes solely trained on his opponent now. "It's time I put an end to this little game-"
You manage to grab the end of his sleeve before he's out of reach, and his eyes soften for a moment as they meet your own. Despite his burning desire to tear something, anything, to shreds right now, he suppresses it long enough to hear you out.
"Please just... be careful, Al."
Your words surprise him, nearly as much as your tone. In all his time in Hell, and most likely his entire time alive, no one had ever spoken to him so... gently.
He could tell you were scared. Alastor would never admit it out loud, but you looked as terrified as he felt. So he played off of your fear in hopes of downplaying his own.
"Don't worry about me, dearest," he boasts, still not at all moving to pull his wrist from your grasp. "This is mere child's play. I'll have him begging for mercy in no time."
His signature smile never wavered as he spoke, but for once, that did nothing to help the unease in your gut.
You're silent for a brief moment, remembering you're still in the midst of battle before you take a small step forward.
You knew Alastor was not one for touch, but this seemed to be the best time—if not the only—to overstep this boundary of his. You press a chaste kiss to his cheek and his eyes widen, the malice held within melting away for only a second before his grin grows twice the size as determination floods his veins.
"Just come back to me, okay?" There really was nothing more you could ask of him.
You watch as a green glow begins to surround him, encasing him in a cloud of shadow and magic before disappears.
"I always do, don't I?"
(bonus points for being the only person he allows to see him hurt afterward/getting to help fix him up.)
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savannahsdeath · 8 months
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hi i love your writing SO MUCH and idk if i requested this already but… do you think we can get a brothers best friend ellie?? readers brother DOES NOT want them together but they end up fucking when he’s asleep/not home. or reader goes to ellies house and eats her out while shes on call with reader’s brother?? either one is fine i would just love to see you write it
i think you requested that but i made it likee the brother didnt care so heres a second one🤭ill post the first one too tho!!
BBF!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER
mdni please<3
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warnings: 18+!! smut, almost getting caught
writers note: im sorry its so short whateva💔
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You couldn't decide whether you like it or not.
Well, of course you did. Ellie never failed to make you feel good, her strap hitting all the right places while her hands caressed your thighs. She was rough, but not too rough. Degrading, but also praising. Basically, she was all you could ever ask for and more. What was there to hate?
But at some point, there was this little voice in your head telling you you're pathetic. Pathetic for liking this, agreeing to this and... just admiring her overall.
Because, jesus, 'she's my brother's friend. Best friend. What am I going to tell him?'
You, as the little sister, always let him insult you. Your opinion didn't matter, you gave up on trying to be important long time ago. You didn't hate him, he wasn't that bad. It was just sibling love language. He just couldn't be nice. If he knew about you and Ellie...
You were good at hiding it, though. When you first met her, you didn't believe she's really friends with your brother. Not to be mean, but you didn't thought he'll get along with someone who seems so... perfect.
'She probably has a shitty personality.'
That's how you explained their friendship. And you were terribly wrong.
After she visited your house once, she kept coming almost every day. At this point, you got used to that.
Oh, well, not exactly... There was some awkward situations, like when you exited the bathroom in only a towel wrapped around your bare skin and you saw her leaning against the handrail in the hallway. She only ruffled your hair and laughed at your embarrassment, seeing you blush and holding onto the fabric like your life depended on it. Maybe it did, actually?
It wasn't long after that before you began to wonder -'She can't be friends with my brother... can she?'- You started to notice more things - her kindness towards you, a tender touch here and there, and the way she looked at you made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So what if she was his best friend? Would he really mind?
But what if he did? What if he found out?
Suddenly that little voice in your head was screaming louder than ever, and that feeling of shame and guilt crept up on you again.
But no matter how much of the guilt you felt, and despite the small voice in your head telling you you're pathetic, it felt right. You felt accepted. Accepted by someone who was perfect in every way. The thought of telling your brother filled you with dread, but it seemed so far away. You could figure out that little problem later, right? Just for now, you could feel a rush of emotions - mostly guilt, but also a rush of lust that made you want more.
More and more.
And she gave you more.
A quiet -'fuck'- escaped her lips as she saw your cunt throbbing against her strap. Her hands continued firmly holding you down as you didn't even bother to stay quiet. You felt so good... and so ashamed... You wanted it to stop but at the same time, you knew you'd beg for more if she would even simply slow down.
It was really your own fault.
This was the first time in ages you were left home alone, so you immediately invited Ellie over. First time you won't have to bury your face in the pillows. First time she won't have to shush you. First time you could actually do everything.
You were fighting your own thoughts, not knowing which one are the bad ones. You had no idea if you're doing the right thing. And you most definitely weren't but you were too fucked up to realize that.
Ellie chuckled, hearing your not-muffled this time sounds. "Were you always this loud? Jesus, how did we manage to keep this a secret for so long?"
The truth is, she wasn't silent herself. Fine, she wasn't a whining mess, unlike you, but still - the little 'fuck's and praises escaping her mouth weren't too quiet.
You continued squirming and whimpering about how big she is and how much it hurts, hoping it'll magically change, though you didn't really wanted it to. Or maybe you did? You weren't sure. Your mind continued the fight wether it's good or pathetic, none of the sides prevailing.
She clicked her tongue in disappointment, but her smirk told you how proud she really is. "I know, I know, so stop moving so fucking much." She said.
Her raspy, tired voice was enough to make you squirm again. You weren't used to hear it in these circumstances before, since it's obviously the first time she could speak loudly and clearly, without worrying about your brother.
"I said something, doll." Her grip on your hips hardened, almost aggressively pinning you to bed.
You heard the ring hanging near the door, meaning someone opened them. Just by footsteps you could tell it was your brother.
"Should I stop?" She asked with mock-concern and interest. You realized your answer won't change anything - maybe just the intensity of her moves, so you didn't waste your energy answering. That was a sign of your obedience and helplessness Ellie waited for. "Good girl."
She rolled you on your stomach and tangled her fingers in your hair, pressing your head into the pillow. She shoved it down with every thrust - every hit of your climax - to stop you from moaning. And of course it didn't work completely, but they faded enough to be inaudible outside the room.
She was intentionally going faster and faster. She loved playing with you, feeling the thrill of it, even though you didn't find it so amusing. You digged your nails into the tattoo on her forearm, hoping to slow her down.
"Ya know what will happen if he hears?" She didn't seem to care that your fingers were literally drawing blood from her body. "You'll handle it. Unless you want him to find out?" She whispered.
You immediately shook your head, pursing your lips and squeezing your eyes shut.
Then, your moment of focus broke as you heard knocking, on the door to your room this time.
"I'm back!" Your brother announced.
You asked him to tell you whenever he goes out or cames back, mostly so you knew if Ellie's free, since he only goes out with her. Today was the first time he went outside on his own and the poor guy had no idea she found a reason to visit your house anyway, just like he had no idea she did so even when he was home, in his room, right above yours.
The lack of response surprised him, so he knocked once more before shouting confused -'You there?'
Ellie looked down at you, daring you to answer, mouthing silent 'go on' in the most taunting voice she could.
"Yes! That's good!" Your voice was shaky and you knew he will notice.
He wasn't really caring, just curious, so he had to know everything. His first sentence sounded cute, like he really cared, but you figured out he's making fun of you as soon as you heard the other questions. "Are you crying? What, you weren't invited to some lame party? Or a boy you know for a week broke up with you?"
And what were you supposed to say? -'No, your best friend is fucking me for... probably more than an hour now, and her dick is probably bigger than yours, so I can't control my tears'
"Yeah, something lik- Oh, fuck off!" You screamed back, succeeding to pretend you're really hurt because of one of the pathetic things he accused you for.
He laughed. "Mhm- Whatever!"
The footsteps climbed up stairs and got silent. Ellie bit her bottom lip, holding back a chuckle.
"Does he really think of you so low?" Her hips slowed down again, but became more precise. "You did good, don't worry. It'll be over soon."
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navybrat817 · 9 months
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Navy, what would mafia!Bucky do if, while you’re moving in with him, he found a picture of you and your ex lost in your belongings?
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Oh, nonnie!
"What the fuck is this?"
Bucky didn't raise his voice when he asked the question. That had you trembling and you weren't exactly sure why. It wasn't like you kept any secrets from him.
But you felt your throat go dry when he held up an old photo, his steel eyes staring into yours.
One you thought you got rid of.
"I know you're not going to make me repeat myself, are you, doll?"
"That's an old photo that I thought I threw away," you said quickly. You didn't need to defend yourself though, did you? He was an ex. You were with Bucky.
"What's his name?" he asked, the photo still in hand as he took deliberate slow steps toward you.
"It's-"
He put a finger on your lips before you could finish. "Don't you dare finish that. Because by the time I'm done fucking you, you're going to forget all about him."
Lifting your chin, you decided to give him a little push.
"Prove it."
*****
Love and thanks! ❤️
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musette22 · 6 months
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https://instagram.com/stories/sebastianstanthough/3213684673385820587?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igshid=YTUzYTFiZDMwYg== Chris did mention Seb while meeting fans 🥺🥺🥺 "I love the guy" 😭
Oh would you look at that 🥺❤️ Bless this lovely lady for bringing up Seb and that cameo, honestly!! We already knew he loves Seb but it's always amazing to have it confirmed once again, isn't it? 😭✨️
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sakasakiii · 9 days
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hi!!! how long does an average panel of one of your comics take??
i love your work so much!! it got me into silmblr hehe
HI NONNIE!!! thank u sooooso much for checking in and for ur lovely ask! it means a lot to hear that my silly ol scribbles were what introduced u to the glorious landscape that is the tolkien fandom! on tumblr no less!! i hope you stay a real long time, and have a blast while you're at it 💖💖
now onto your question! that's some good food for thought uhhhh i can try to estimate?? its been a while but i shld have some rough ideas abt each that i can share! the time frame each comic/panel takes is highly dependent on WHAT kind of comic it is. i hv two kinds of comics I usually do: 1) full-length, and 2) goofy/4koma.
i have a few full-length comics laying about in my archive, but my most recent one/best example is Ghosts which was around uh.... 7 pages excluding the bonus panels! in terms of the process, i usually divide it into 5 stages:
Drafting: this is either the fastest stage OR the slowest depending entirely whether i know what im doing LMAO,, if i have a set idea for what i want to happen, i might get drafts done in a few hours, but if i flounder, it can take a few days 🤔
Lineart: relatively simple enough once i hv the draft down, so id say anything ranging from an hour to half a day if theres nothing else going on irl
Block colouring (main actors): there are DEFINITELY easier and more professional ways to do this with mass-selection and the lasso fill/bucket tool, but idk how to do that on SAI (my art program) so i colour everything by hand HAHA which makes the process longer.... half a day to a day?
Shading: THE WORST!!! definintely my least favourite bc i find it tedious due to all the details/prettification of elves that i am legally obliged to pour into this stage 😭😭 as a result, it can take days!!!
Background + Lighting + Final Rendering: similar to the previous stage haha it just depends on how much effort i wanna put into the final product looking nice. roughly a few days? it kind of meshes with stage 4 anyways haha
just for fun, i hope this process gif for page 6 can illustrate that 👇
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these are just rough estimates, bc all in all, the time it takes so finish a page is really dependent on how free I am hahaha. Also, I usually work on full-length comics like Ghost which have more than one page all at once, which means I drafted all 7 pages at once, then did the lineart for all 7 pages at once, coloured at once, shaded rendered bla bla bla 😚 iirc, i think it took me 11 days in total to finish Ghosts before the end of June last year!
For goofy/4-koma, its usually just one page with less detailed/more cartoonish/chibi character styles so it takes a day or two days at most! again, it all boils down to how free i am hehe
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YEAH SORRY THIS ENDED UP BEING AN INFO DUMP but thank you so much again for asking and letting me ramble! <3 i ended up having a lot of fun looking back on my drafts n thinking back on my processes.... theres defininitely room for improvement, but thats another worry for another day heheh 😎
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jhjluvs · 3 months
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i see you write piss related things and that’s probably my biggest kink ever i LOVE piss. jiwoong piss related hcs pls?
nonnie i love piss too you’ve come to the right place!! m just a nasty girl hnngh i can’t help it >.< this is sooo messy n probably bad oops… nonetheless hope u enjoy lovie (i might write a proper drabble or oneshot based on part of this hehe) 🫶
godddd i jus know jiwoong would just love making you hold for him :(( he loves seeing you all desperate and whiny, teary-eyed as he gives you more water to drink even when you complain s’too much, woong!! but he doesn’t care :( wants to see you piss yourself and make a mess for him he’s such a big meanie !!
it’d be even worse (or better depending on how you look at it) if he’s feeling daddy dom…. jiwoong would fuck you sooo good n rough, holding you down by the waist with his pretty hands till you’re crying on his big thick cock and shaking as you cum,, he’d keep fucking you through your orgasm even as you warn him loudly that something else is coming :( such a mean daddy he’d def tell you that he won’t let you cum unless you make a mess for him with piss,, and and he’d keep going till you’re screaming on his cock, would keep fucking you senseless till you’re letting go completely around him hes Crazy :(( his soft voice would be praising (or degrading heh) you the whole time, telling you what a messy little baby you are for daddy and how pretty you look all desperate and pathetic as you’re pissing all over his cock and making a mess for your daddy like you were told to hhhhh the sex would be so so messy and so wet but jiwoong doesn’t care just wants to see his baby girl all whiny and desperate for him :(
like i said he’d be soooo mean :( calling you a dumb slut or stupid baby if you say you can’t hold anymore… i have a feeling jiwoong would make you hold as long as you can and it’s only when you’re crying and begging for permission to piss yourself bc you can’t hold it anymore that he’d say just let go, baby, piss yourself for daddy, and he holds your waist as you fully let go for him… your undies get soaked and there’s a puddle of your piss on the floor or the bed but you don’t care!! it felt so good to make a big mess like that after all!! jiwoong would help get you off right after too methinks, as a reward for being such a good baby making a mess for him with piss, he’d stuff you full of his fingers or cock and fuck you sooo good till you’re sobbing again in his lap, crying so hard and whining about needing to cum for your daddy :(( he’d get such a power trip from it all too, knowing he’s the one that makes you piss yourself and the one that makes you cum so hard you see stars !!
ohh and if he wants to piss inside you… it’s embarrassing for him to admit it but you agree bc it sounds super hot and he’s weirdly excited,, woong fucks you so good anyways but when he’s abt to piss he’s so whiny even though he’s your dom,, just got so weak at the idea of pissing in your pretty cunt :( when he finally does piss in you jiwoong would lose his mind, keeps fucking into you the way you like bc he wants you to feel good too!! wild praise you so sweetly as he comes after and fills you up again, calls you his pretty baby or his sweet little thing even when he’s using you as his own personal fucktoy 😵‍💫😵‍💫 and and then bc he knows you just be close too he whispers you can come, angel, knowing that so much of him inside you is driving you crazy in a good way!! he’d be rough too the whole time, would have you shaking and sobbing around his length bc he just feels really good fucking into your tight little cunt :( his cum and piss would feel so good inside too, so warm and there’s so much of both it’s soo much n it’s so hot knowing jiwoong’s been inside you in more ways than one 😵‍💫😵‍💫 he makes you feel so full n bred too hhhh you’re jus his messy baby :((
and bc im Crazy sub woong would be sooo cute holding for you too omg :(( such a precious kitty for his mean mommy :( would beg and squirm under your body as you fuck yourself on his cock, pressing your hand firmly on his tummy right near his bladder,, poor baby would get sooo desperate, he’d ask so politely for you to let him piss in your cunt too what a considerate kitty!! and of course you’d let him piss inside when he begs so nicely, you might even let him fuck you too but either way he’s a whimpery moaning mess by the time he’s close enough to cumming, poor baby would piss so much too… his big cock would fill up his mommy’s pretty cunt as he lets go inside of her tight heat n make her sooo messy just like she wanted :((
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afewproblems · 9 months
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In My Heart is a Memory (And There You'll Always Be) Part One
So! Awhile back now I received an anonymous prompt - which I can't post all of (yet) since it will spoil this new WIP which has gotten away from me in terms of length (as always). Needless to say we begin with Steddie childhood friends AU and continue from there!
Thank you to the nonny who sent me this beautiful prompt, I can't wait to take you on this journey!
Steve never thought it would end this way. 
He tries desperately again to loosen the fishing line that has wrapped itself around his foot, trapping him in the frigid grey water. Steve paddles up again to take a deeper breath only to find that he's unable to fully breach the surface enough to breathe.
He gulps down a mixture of water and air, sputtering as it hits his lungs and chokes his throat. He realises, deliriously, that he might actually die here, alone in the woods at twelve years old. 
This is why his mother had forbidden him from swimming in the lake, especially by himself; she had told him a million times not to go down there alone. 
Steve slips under again, watching as the last few bubbles of air fly towards the surface above him, his vision begins to tunnel as he belatedly wishes he had thought to tell someone that he was going to lovers lake that afternoon. 
Two strong hands suddenly appear on both sides of him, grasping Steve by the arms, hauling him out of the water. 
"Shit, he's caught on something, Ed, hand me my knife, hurry," a gruff voice says as Steve is dragged into a boat, he sputters and coughs, gasping for air as his lungs burn and seize.
"Is he okay?" another younger voice says anxiously. 
Steve opens his eyes just enough to find a wide pair of brown eyes staring back at him, a boy with a mop of curly hair sits beside Steve, he chews his lip nervously as the older man works on cutting away the tangle of old fishing line that had caught Steve earlier.
"This is why we always take our lines with us instead of leavin' em in the lake," the older man huffs as he severs the last knot holding Steve's leg, "he should be okay, you're lucky we were here kid".
All Steve can do is nod, his chest and throat still sore from his near drowning.
The other boy, Ed, inches closer but doesn't touch him, he looks around the boat with raised hands as though looking for some way to help.
"I think we're done fishing for today," the old man huffs, if he's anxious his voice doesn't show it, but Steve can see the worry in his dark eyes. 
"Give him your coat Ed, let's bring our catch home to warm up".
The words seem to jumpstart the other boy as he hurriedly shrugs off his jean jacket and draps it clumsily over Steve's shoulders.
"You got a name kid?" the man asks gently before his expression finally shifts to one of panic, "aw hell, we gotta warm you up, you ain't even shivering". 
"His lips are blue," Ed blurts out, his brow pinched with worry, "Wayne--"
"I see it, sit with him would ya, I'll get the engine going again," Wayne grunts out as he switches places with Eddie. The boat tips slightly as they move making Steve hiss as cold water tips over the side and onto his legs. 
"My name's Eddie," the teen yells over the roar of the engine motor as it jumps to life; he sits down on the bench across from him, "what's your name?"
"S-Steve," he manages to get out between chattering teeth, his body finally beginning to shake in an attempt to warm itself back up.
"Don't worry," Eddie murmurs sagely, "we'll take care of you, right Uncle Wayne?"
Wayne nods with a tight smile as he begins to steer the boat back to shore.
"I don't need the hospital," Steve grumbles from the back seat of the pickup truck, eliciting an exaggerated eye roll from Wayne in the rearview mirror.
Heat blasts from the vents as soon as they pull away from the dirt side road by the docks and Steve is finally starting to warm up. Wayne had helped him step his shaking limbs into his discarded clothing they found on docks, but his damp swim shorts had soaked through his jeans, leaving a small persistent shiver running through him.
"We ain't leaving it to chance kid," Wayne grouses at him, "you inhaled a lot of lake water back there and I've spent enough time in a boat to know you need to be checked out by a professional".
Steve pouts in the back seat next to Eddie who looks between Steve and his uncle with a sharp furrow between his brow.
"Couldn't we take him to our place Wayne, we can look after him there," Eddie says with a toothy grin, he winks at Steve before catching Wayne's unimpressed glare in the rearview mirror.
"No, hospital first," he grumbles but the words are without heat and if the fond smile is anything to go by, Wayne seems more exasperated than angry.
Which is good. 
Steve can't begin to picture how angry his own dad will be when he gets home. 
Maybe enough for the belt again.
He shivers again and feels a bony shoulder connect lightly with his own; Steve looks up to find Eddie staring again, this time with a shy smile.
"You good," Eddie asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice, "sorry 'bout him".
He holds up one hand to block Wayne's vision of Eddie's face and points towards his uncle into the palm of his hand, "the old man’s stubborn sometimes".
The absurdity startles a wild giggle out of Steve that Eddie soon matches.
Wayne keeps driving, his eyes travelling between the road and the rearview mirror at the two boys giggling in the backseat. Wayne shakes his head and smiles slightly as they pull onto Main Street.
"Are you at Hawkins Middle? I don't know if I've seen you there before," Eddie asks abruptly, interrupting the laughter.
"I'm going to the highschool next year which is kind of cool," Eddie continues, not waiting for Steve to answer which is almost a relief given the strange exhaustion settling in Steve’s bones the longer they sit there. 
"I heard from one of the other older kids at the tra--the park that there are a ton of clubs to join and even one for Dungeons and Dragons --you heard of it?"
Steve shakes his head, "is that like a board game or something?" 
Eddie barks out a laugh and launches into an explanation, the words tumbling out at a mile a minute to the point that Steve isn't sure what he's even talking about anymore.
"And you use your character traits to help decide what to do, then the roll you get from your dice determines if you are successful or not!" 
Steve frowns slightly, it doesn't sound like any board games he's ever heard of but it has dice, what else could it be? 
"It's hard to explain without like showing you the books," Eddie admits, picking at a stray thread from the hole in his jeans, "I'll show you later at school, maybe?" 
Steve can count on one hand the number of times he's actually been invited to hang out or play with another kid over the years that wasn't orchestrated by his mother.
He's not much for board games, but if that's what Eddie's inviting him to play, who is Steve to say no? 
"Do you get to fight Dragons? Like a knight?" Steve asks quietly, his throat still sore from earlier. He laughs when Eddie nods so excitedly his whole body practically vibrates before jumping into a new explanation of the different characters people could play.
Steve spends the whole time listening with a wide grin on his face. He doesn't think he's ever met someone who talks so much, but Eddie has so much to say and he wants to tell Steve of all people. 
He's too tired to add anything himself, the adrenalin from earlier seems to flow out of him, sinking into the back seat.
"Do you have Newson for English?" Eddie asks as they enter the hospital and Wayne takes them to the counter, he speaks with the nurse at the Emergency Room intake desk in a hushed voice, letting Steve and Eddie continue their conversation.
Steve shakes his head, feeling suddenly warm, much too warm and tired.
"Maybe we have the same lunch period, I want to show you the players handbook on Monday," Eddie practically vibrates beside him with excitement, "you can sit at my table and…Steve?" 
Eddie suddenly sounds so far away, Steve struggles to stay upright and sways heavily into the other boy's side. 
"Steve?!"
There's a commotion around him, people yelling and touching him suddenly, but he doesn't want that. He's so warm, it's hard to think, his vision begins to tunnel again.
The last thing he sees as a pair of gentle hands lay him down is Eddie worried brown eyes staring into his own as his world goes dark.
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The first thing Steve realises when he wakes up, is that he's in a hospital bed.
The second is that he's alone.
The steady beat of the heart rate monitor almost lulls him back to sleep but he fights to stay awake. 
Steve peers around the room, spotting his mothers coat and purse on the chair in the corner. 
Shit. 
This is what he was hoping to avoid, his parents finding out he deliberately disobeyed their rules and landed himself in the hospital. 
Steve tries to sit up but the movement pulls at the strange tubing around his face and the IV in his arm. He hisses at the tug of the needle and flops back down against the flat pillow behind his head.
The heart rate monitor ticks up slightly at the movement, seemingly calling out to the nurses at the station outside.
As if on cue, a nurse steps into the room, followed by his mother. 
Diane Harrington always looked put together. Pearls, heels, never a hair out of place.
Today however, Diane's pale wane face stares at Steve in stony silence. No makeup, her hair sits flat against her head. A fine tremor runs over her clenched hands but she smooths down the front of her shirt to hide it.
"Looks like someone's awake," the nurse says with a kind smile. 
She picks up the chart at the edge of the bed as his mother walks around to the chair that has been pulled up closest to Steve's side. She doesn't sit.
The nurse is around his mom’s age, maybe a little older if the laugh lines around her mouth are any indication. Her blond hair is streaked with grey as well and pinned back to let the small white hat sit properly on top. Her light brown eyes trace over the page of his chart and a slight crease begins to form between them as she frowns slightly.
"What is it?" Diane says, the words come out smoothly; Steve tries to make eye contact with her, to see just how mad she is about this, how mad his dad will be when they get home, but she ignores his gaze.
"The doctor will be in shortly, he'll explain," she says apologetically before placing the chart back down at the edge of the bed.
"Steven," the nurse says softly as she walks towards him, on the side opposite his mother, "my name is Claudia, and myself and Doctor Sattler will be taking care of you today".
Steve nods, suddenly shy as Claudia reaches into the pocket of her white apron and shows Steve a long black tube with a shiny metal circle at one end, the other is split down the middle into two angled sections at the other end.
"Steven, this is a Stethoscope, I'm going to use it to listen to your heart and your lungs, so I'm going to need you to sit up, can you do that for me?" 
He nods and begins to shift, slowly this time to avoid jostling the IV this time. 
"Steven," Diane says sharply from her place beside the bed, she still isn't looking at him, "you need to answer when you're asked a question."
"Sorry," he mumbles, abashed at his mother's words.
Claudia's frown returns as her eyes dart between Steve and Diane, but she remains silent and simply places the stethoscope into her ears.
"This will be a little cold," Claudia warns as she lifts up his shirt to place the metal against his back, "okay, you're going to give me a big deep breath," she instructs softly, giving him a smile.
Steve breathes in, it's not painful, but there's an awful pressure in his chest that makes him wince, the strange whistling sound his breath makes also doesn't help.  
Claudia must notice because she tuts and tells him she just needs a few more breaths from him.
She moves the metal from his back to his chest and asks him to take two more deep breaths for her, on the last one his chest spasms and his throat constricts just enough to make him begin to cough horribly. 
Steve doubles over, uncaring this time of the pull on the IV, he can't seem to catch his breath this time.
Steve registers his mother and Claudia trying to speak to him and a gentle hand on his back rubbing in a soothing circle but all Steve can think is, I can't breathe, as he coughs up a glob of frothy pink liquid into the sheets covering his legs.
The steady beep of the heart rate monitor begins to increase to a constant frantic pulse, I can’t breathe, he wants to scream but his throat constricts around the words, it feels as though an elephant has sat itself in the middle of his chest as he registers something being pressed to his mouth and nose.
"Try to take a deep breath, one mississippi, two mississippi, that's it sweetheart," Claudia pats his back gently and keeps a steady hold of the mask over his face.
The pressure in his chest slowly begins to relent as he follows Claudia’s direction, one mississippi, two mississippi, in and out. The constant puff of air around his nose and mouth seems to finally be helping.
"You're going to give us even more grey hair before we discharge you huh kiddo," a new voice rumbles from the door.
Steve looks up wearily at a man in a white coat with horn rimmed glasses staring down at him. There is a kind smile on his face, much like the one Wayne had when he helped Steve exit their truck earlier that day. 
Was it still Saturday? Steve looks around again for the window, he could have sworn it was still light out.
"What are you giving him?" Diane whispers above Steve, she hazards a brief glance at him before looking back at the doctor who lifts a syringe to pump something into the IV tubing, but Steve isn’t paying attention, he’s trying to find the clock he had seen earlier on the far wall.
"Just something to help him breathe a little easier, that's all," the man says gently as he takes Steve's chart from the end of the bed where Claudia had left it.
"BP is a little low," Claudia murmurs, she lets go of the mask and lays Steve back down onto the bed, smoothing his hair back lightly as she leaves his bedside.
"Steven, my name is Dr. Sattler, I heard you had an interesting morning today?" 
Dr. Sattler gives Steve and his mother a warm smile as he places the chart back down on the bed, he eyes the machines at the bedside for a moment before taking Steve’s wrist gently in his hand and lifting the face of his watch up to meet his eyes.
He nods and lays Steve’s hand back down onto the bed, above the covers. 
Suddenly a bright light is shining into Steve's eyes, he winces slightly as it moves quickly, “Steven, can you tell me if you hit your head at all when you were in the lake today?” 
Steve tries to think back to the lake. He remembers getting his foot caught in the discarded fishing line, the feeling of water running down the back of his throat, filling his nose; the way the light began to fade as he sank down--
“Steven?” Dr. Sattler prompts again, his brow creases in the barest of frowns.
Steve swallows once and shakes his head as a shrill beeping noise fills the room, everyone flinches, whirling around to the machines before Steve's mother snatches her purse from the nearby chair and rips the buzzing pager out to turn it off.
She glares at the message, "I need to make a call, I'll be back". 
Dr. Sattler frowns but steps aside to allow Diane to sweep out of the room.
"Well Steven-"
"Can you call me Steve?" He asks, the words so quiet that Dr. Sattler and Claudia both tilt towards him to hear.
The doctor reaches for the chart again, his eyes flick to Claudia once before landing back on Steve with a small patient smile.
"Of course, Steve," he says deliberately before clearing his throat, "I'll wait for your mother to come back to go over our plan for you okay?" 
"Are you," he whispers, "am I going to need a shot?" Claudia tuts this time, coming around to the side of the bed to brush his hair away from his forehead, "you were so brave for your IV," she says brightly, "if you need another I'll hold your hand, how does that sound?" Steve blushes as his little face scrunches into a grimace. He knows he wasn't awake when they gave him the IV.
After a beat, he shakes his head, "It's okay, I'm not a baby". Claudia purses her lips and pats his hand gently, "I don't like needles either, sometimes I need someone to hold my hand, no shame in it, okay?"
Steve chews on that thought for a moment, rolling it around in his head, why would adults be scared of anything?
His dad had made it perfectly clear over the years what real men were like, and being afraid of things never once made the list.
Steve looks up at the nurse and meets her kind eyes, a softer brown than he'd ever seen before with fine lines in the corners creased into a smile.
"I'd hold your hand, Miss Claudia," Steve agrees eventually.
She smiles at him and pats his hand again before stepping away.
"I'll go find your mother, there's only one payphone on this floor so she can't be far," she asserts to Steve before making her way to the door. She whispers something to Dr. Sattler on her way out before disappearing through the door.
"While nurse Henderson tracks down your mother, I'll see if radiology has your scans ready, sit tight kiddo”.
Steve nods as the doctor tries for a small reassuring smile but the effect is lost in the tightness around his eyes. Dr. Sattler pushes open the door which swings back and forth as he disappears into the hallway, leaving Steve to lay back against the flat pillows and scratchy hospital sheets, with only the steady sound of the monitors and the clock on the wall to keep him company.  
A new wave of exhaustion sweeps over him suddenly, now that he’s alone. 
He wishes Eddie had managed to convince his uncle to let them just go back to their place, he would have been okay if they had just stayed in the truck - he probably wouldn’t have passed out if they had just gone to Eddie’s house.
Steve glares at the ceiling at the unfairness of it all, a small part of him knows that it’s for the best that Dr. Sattler and Miss Claudia are looking after him now, but what will his dad say about the hospital bills, or the bed rest?
He’s not sure how much time has passed. It’s been harder to keep track of here without a proper clock in the room but the sun has moved, carving long shadows in his room in between the copper evening light. He must have drifted off at some point since his mother has suddenly returned as well as Dr, Sattler. 
Miss Claudia is nowhere to be found and Steve finds himself feeling rather bereft at her absence. 
Diane Harrington stands beside his bed, her hands wrapped so tightly around the strap of her purse that her manicured nails dig into the palms of her hands and her knuckles have been stained white.  
Dr. Sattler stands in front of a large box affixed to the wall, it’s lit up with two translucent black and white images on it that the doctor keeps pointing to different areas of the strange lumpy white images while he talks.
“To put it simply, Mrs. Harrington, it’s not good”.
Oh.
Steve feels as though the bed beneath him has dropped away while Doctor Sattler continues speaking. 
Steve had aspirated a lot of water into his lungs while in the lake and was already in the beginning stages of pneumonia because of it. So Steve would need to stay on his course of antibiotics and oxygen for at least a week to let his lungs heal and rest as much as possible. 
Diane’s expression does not shift during the conversation, remaining artfully neutral the entire visit. She nods and asks questions about Steve’s medication and when he would be allowed to come home.
A flicker of something crosses her face when Dr. Sattler mentions the inhaler Steve would likely need to carry with him at all times.
“For how long?” she asks sharply as Dr. Sattler flips through Steve’s chart once more.
He hums and purses his lips, “honestly, it depends, he could need it for a few months, he could need it for the rest of his life,” he shakes his head and sets down the chart, “we need to see how his lungs look after the inflammation goes down to really be sure”.
“What does that mean?” Steve blurts out, drawing their gaze towards him. 
Steve bristles slightly as Diane shoots him the barest of glares. He’s the one in the hospital bed, he can’t even ask questions about what will happen to him?
“The tissue in the lungs is very sensitive and delicate,” Dr. Sattler continues, his words come out slowly as though he is carefully sifting through to choose the best ones, “so, what that means is you may need medication to help your lungs function properly”.
“Steven’s father was hoping for him to join the varsity swim team in the next few years,” Diane says wearily, the first hint of emotion finally seeping into her voice as she sinks into the chair holding her purse. 
Steve winces. 
It’s no secret that his father’s goal for Steve, his…expectation, is for his son to follow his example to the letter. 
Varsity swimming --perhaps even basketball if he takes after his father’s lithe frame of six foot two. Get into college on an athletics scholarship, graduate with a business degree to eventually take over the family business --not that Richard has ever once explained just exactly what he does for a living. 
Steve would then marry a nice girl, one he'll meet at college since Hawkins won't have any girls good enough for the Harringtons, and eventually pump out two grandkids for Diane to fawn over.
This was the plan for Steve’s life, there was no room for error.
“Mrs. Harrington, there’s no reason to think he won’t be able to do these things--”
But the words fall flat as Steve’s mother gets up from her chair and stalks out of the room, leaving a wake of disappointment and silence behind her. 
A lump begins to form in Steve’s throat and he tries to blink away the harsh sting in his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t have gone to the lake that morning, he’d been told so many times never to go by himself, not when the Harringtons had their own beautiful inground pool installed just three summers ago. 
Dr. Sattler breathes out a long weighty sigh and lifts a hand to scratch at a missed patch of stubble on his chin.
He looks between the closed door and back at Steve, seeming to make a decision.
"Okay son," Doctor Sattler sighs, "you're going to hear things over the years about what you will or won't be able to do".
Steve lifts his hand up to wipe at his eyes as discreetly as he can with the doctor at the edge of his bed and nods.
"This does not need to define you, there are plenty of athletes out there with lung conditions and I would encourage you to keep active, it might actually benefit you to do so". 
Steve manages to hold back a scoff just barely and nods, dropping his gaze to his feet beneath the blankets.
"I'm not saying you need to go out and run a marathon," Doctor Sattler says dryly at the incredulous expression on his face.
"But you will need to keep them strong and exercise will help with that, so if you like swimming, keep swimming, okay kid?"
He pauses again and adds, "no smoking while you're at it". 
Steve's mouth drops open in protest, he's never smoked, well, not a full cigarette at least.
One of the neighbour kids, Tommy, had smuggled cigarettes out of his dad’s pants pocket and taken them to school for everyone to try. Steve had nearly thrown up at the taste and the feel of acrid smoke filling his nose and mouth.Tommy had laughed so hard about Steve spitting into the grass outside the baseball dugout and proceeded to tell everyone he could find. 
Steve still associated the taste of cigarettes with Tommy's laugh, the sound turning his stomach just as easily now.
Steve shakes his head under the doctor's unimpressed gaze, "I-I dont--"
Doctor Sattler raises his eyebrow and cuts Steve off with a sweep of his hand, "sure son, just make sure you don't continue, especially because your lungs are still growing and we want to capitalize on that as much as possible".
The doctor pats Steve's shoulder awkwardly, letting his heavy hand rest briefly before he turns away towards the door once more. 
"Anyway, I have a feeling you'll be getting a few more lectures in the future so that's enough out of me, you best settle in kiddo, you'll be here for at least a week".
Steve nods tiredly, he can hear his dad's voice in his head now, 'this is the stupidest thing you've ever done Steven--'
"Get some rest, no sense worrying about it now," Doctor Sattler says as he slips out into the hallway without a knowing furrowed brow.
And with that Steve is alone once more. 
The light outside his window is beginning to fade into the horizon; he wonders belatedly if Eddie will look for him on Monday.
Steve rolls over, ignoring the new sting behind his eyes and the heaviness in his lungs as he wonders how he can miss someone he just met this much.
Part Two Now Up!
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lovedazai · 4 months
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if uve ever sent me an ask on anon i love u w my whole heart
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awesomefringey · 3 months
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https://x.com/catfishseven/status/1740138861441777929?s=46&t=X4NasoqjAwytpOOr431OOw
Well hello there perfect product placement… 😏
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In reference to the Harry documentary.
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shiganshinaslut · 1 year
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I support your depraved thoughts, especially when it comes to Grelle, for I too want to please her. <3 I want her to bite my neck with her sharp teeth and lick up the blood, then shove her cock into my pussy, dick me down until I can't see straight, then wherever she wants idc, I just want her to feel satisfied after domming me and marking me as her's hhhhhhh...
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OMG MY FIRST ASK..nonnie I love u <3 I’m giving you the fattest smooch for this one because you’re SO RIGHT. I have a sensitive neck so the thought of her biting it with her pretty sharp teeth makes me dizzy :( it would sting but she’d kiss it right after to soothe the pain although I wouldn’t mind it. I think she’s very possessive so she’d definitely take her time marking you, leaving pretty red and purple spots from your neck down to your collarbones and chest <3
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chrollohearttags · 3 months
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Hi Cherry🍒, I hope this is not too personal to ask , but what do you do outside of writing? Like career wise, or are you in college or taking up a trade? Just curious 🥹
hi my love!! 🫶🏾 you’re totally fine. so when I’m not on here acting the fool, I work nights for a security company doing tech stuff and sometimes HR duties (my first degree is management so yk). As of Tuesday, I’ll be starting my masters program in criminal justice 🥹 (I’m so excited but y’all pray for me please! 🙏🏾) and outside of alll of that, I run a small business and occasionally do some content creating tings although that’s been a lil much to handle as of late with my bum knee so it’s been on pause.
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itoshi-s · 1 year
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zari!! What do you think abt anterograde amnesiac reader who kept on calling her (ex) boyfriend sae bc she still thinks that they’re happily together???
Sae, most of the time, doesn’t entertain her calls bc he is too busy with football (and the timezone’s fcked), but when he does, he makes sure to tell her that they’re not together anymore. That’s bc he believes that he already have zero feelings for the reader—after all, he chose his career over their relationship, leaving her behind to pine for him (that strong attachment was the reason why he was the first person she looked for after waking up from her coma).
But why is her number still saved in his contacts? Why did he get so jealous when he saw reader talking to a guy that’s not him when he passed by the cafe they frequently visited before? Why does it seem like after arriving in japan, he wanted to extend his vacation and properly talk to her and explain…things (he actually has no clue what to say to her)?
So love ur works!!! Thank you in advance for reading my ask and i hope you have a great day ❤️
P.S. this brainrot is inspired by this song hihi https://open.spotify.com/track/4twllsTUoTAFxiVeq3bNjq?si=Z0sYiE9hRZaICD0Q24bvrA
:((((((((((((((( SOBBING AS I TYPE THIS please this is so bittersweet. sae, who thinks he's finally gotten over your breakup, continues w his career and has his full attention on his practice and games again. that's until he gets the first text - he thinks it's by accident at first - but then a few more messages flood in and he thinks someone's just playing a prank on him. it must be. cause first of all, why are you texting him and asking where he's at, if he can come over and bring you some spare clothes and necessities? secondly, what do you mean you're at the hospital? what happened? it's only natural the news worry him, you've been so close for years - and he's not a monster, of course he's going to see you and check in on you. but the second he arrives to the hospital and sees your face light up at the sight of him, head bandaged and frail hand reaching out for his as you tell him that i missed you, where've you been?.. :( he's starting to regret checking the notifs in the first place. if he hadn't, he wouldn't have to deal with breaking your heart all over again.
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savannahsdeath · 8 months
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As a lil ellie request, would u mind writing smth about reader being mad at ellie bc she was a little reckless on patrol and got hurt, so she dosnt let ellie touch her while she rides her? <33
this is my first request and i absolutely love it so how could i say no 🤭
ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER
mdni please<3
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summary: ellie was reckless during her usual patrol so you decided to give her a lesson
warnings: 18+!! smut, strap (r!receiving), wound, mean!reader, begging
writers note: i actually love this idea sm?? also dear anon sorry if its not something you expected but its just how i imagine that:3
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You were waiting for your girlfriend to come back from patrol, just like every day. Except today she took her fucking time.
The sun has already set, so instead of waiting in the couch, as usual, you decided to go to your bedroom. You knew you won't fall asleep, not until she comes back. You needed to see she's safe if you want to sleep peacefully.
The door's opened.
You heard her entering the living room, surprised you're not there.
"Babe?" She frowned.
You quickly ran up to her. You were already mad she came home so late but after seeing her you were truly pissed of.
Her jeans were rolled up, exposing her leg covered in messy-bloody bandages.
"What the fuck happened?" You almost yelled, kneeling in front of her and unwrapping it.
"I might get bit." She said with a shrug, like it's a normal thing. "They almost killed Jesse, so I covered him. Ya know, he's not the immune one."
You went to the bathroom to get fresh bandages and alcohol to clean the wound. The bit was small, it (whatever 'it' was) probably barely touched her. You quickly started patching her up.
"So what, just because you're immune makes you think you can risk your life?" You chuckled mockingly.
Her leg stung from the alcohol and it took all of her efforts to not groan out in pain.
It was almost more frustrating that she was so nonchalant about it. Like, you knew she didn't care about herself, she rarely ever did, but her putting herself in harm's way because she's the immune-whatever was just annoying. You wanted to yell at her and drag her into the house and never let her out again, but you also didn't want to sound like a controlling jerk.
"Aww, are you worried about me?" Ellie smirked. You rolled your eyes at her response to your concern. She always liked to push your buttons, and this was only one of times she does it.
You finished cleaning and patching up the small bite on her leg, and the wound looked almost healed. You went back to the bathroom to to throw away the used bandages.
You leaned over the sink, splashing some water in your face and gathering your thoughts.
Maybe you overreacted?
Suddenly, when you looked at the mirror, you saw Ellie standing behind you with her hands wrapped around your waist. Her breath tickled the side of your face as she pressed herself against you.
You felt the bulge in her pants and your eyes widened. There's no way she was wearing it at the patrol, but then again, when did she manage to put it on?
"I can make it up to you." She whispered.
You couldn't completely give in. She deserved a lesson and you doing whatever she wants would have the opposite effect. Still, you couldn't resist her now, could you?
Before you could push her away, she kissed you. Her lips were so possessive, like she's intentionally making you as breathless as possible, so you won't manage to speak - you won't manage to say no. The truth is, you didn't want to say no. Not to her.
She was slowly pushing you towards your bedroom, which was (luckily) opposite the bathroom.
She pulled away to let you catch your breath only when you were sitting on her lap, not able to move because of her strong grip.
After she unbuckled her belt, she lied down as you sat on top of her. She gave you one of those 'you know what to do' looks.
And that was the moment your bratty attitude came back, as you remembered how reckless your girlfriend really is. Of course you craved her strap, but you wanted to somehow make her regret her stupid antics, so you decided to take it your way.
She was the type of person that needed to touch you. Going on a walk? - Her hand is either on your waist, back pocket of your jeans or tangled with yours. And while you're fucking she had to hold you. Even though just the sight of you is enough to make her go insane, she could never keep her hands away from you.
This time wasn't an exception but you wanted it to be.
You spared yourself all the little games and you started riding her instantly. Gripping her hips for balance, rolling your eyes back and moaning her name.
For her, you looked like the most precious thing in the world right at this moment. She just loved seeing you fuck yourself dumb on her cock.
Her hands started desperatly touching your body, as if to make sure this isn't a hallucination. But you quickly pulled them away.
She had no idea what your point was, she narrowed her eyes and frowned. Suddenly she smirked as she remembered your previous 'argument'.
"Don't tell me you're still mad." She chuckled breathlessly.
Usually you'd try to be as quiet as possible, embarrased by how Ellie can make you feel. This day you were anything but quiet, hoping to make her mad.
"I may be." You moaned out.
She closed her eyes, loudly exhaling, as she seemed to think about something.
She tried touching you a few more times, not successfully. You were holding back a laugh at her confusion.
"Don't be like that, I know you love my touch. Just let me... It would be a win-win situation." She tilted her head, staring at you taking the whole strap without her help. At this point, what you did was cruel.
"Are you seriously so mad at me for this little bite that you're going to make me just helplessly watch?" She continued, her each word sounded more and more exaggerated.
"What, can't stand it?" You said mockingly, continuing to whimper.
"Of course I can't fucking stand it!" She covered her face with her hands as looking at you made it worse and she wasn't able to just look away. Her hips were thrusting, just a little, as she hoped you won't notice.
You couldn't hold back your laugh any longer. She was really losing her mind, or at least pretending to. You couldn't tell. But it sure was funny to watch her squirm.
Your smirk grew with each response, knowing her patience was wearing thin and she would soon be begging for you. She was clearly pissed at the situation, but she wanted to play it cool at first. However, that facade melted with your each mocking response.
"Just let me touch you." She whispered, her voice becoming more needy and frustrated. "I need this."
"You know what I need?" You grinned in between your groans. "An responsible girlfriend who doesn't think her immunity is an excuse for... everything."
She scoffed, but she didn't care about the answer. She just needed you. The frustration was building up to the point where she wouldn't be able to take it soon. Her hands started pulling at your shirt as if she wanted to discretely show you she wants it off of you. She had gone mad, and you loved every moment of it.
"Please, I can't take it anymore." She moaned, her voice breaking every word with a new breath.
"There she is, starting to beg." You laughed as you pushed her hands away again, gentler this time.
Of course you didn't feel as good as you did when Ellie was helping you - there's just something about the way she guides your hips on top of her. But you had to keep your cool this time.
Her hands kept reaching for you, but you kept pulling them away. She was frustrated, and her voice was getting angrier.
"Stop playing hard to get."
It was clear she had almost reached her limit. She didn't care about anything anymore, she just wanted you.
You whimpered and teased her some more, which drove her completely mad. She was at her limit and couldn't handle it any longer.
"Please... please... please." She begged desperately, pulling at your shirt. "I'm going crazy, I need you..."
The sound of her voice broke you. You couldn't help but stop and start giggling to yourself, amused by the desperation in her tone.
But you didn't dare push the game any longer.
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navybrat817 · 9 months
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My lovely Navy, what would florist Bucky do if a customer tries to flirt with his Petal?
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So we've seen what our florist would do if someone grabbed you and he wasn't too happy. But someone flirting with you? Most likely harmless flirting?
Bucky gets why the guys is enchanted. You radiate kindness and warmth and beauty. He almost feels bad when you try to give him signals that you aren't interested. Politely, of course. That's one of the things he loves about his Petal.
So, yeah. He gets why the guy is trying. And he's confident that you aren't interested.
Still, he steps in.
He tries not to look cocky when he steps up beside you to lightly press a kiss to your temple. This isn't about claiming you. It's just a way to give him hint to stop as he slips an arm around your waist. He doesn't need to put the guy in his place since he backs off. And you don't have to feel bad for shutting him down.
Bucky just feels lucky to have you by his side.
*****
Love and thanks. ❤️
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musette22 · 1 year
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https://twitter.com/hourlyseb/status/1612912988691767312?t=lHq-HJIqN6V3JKpBcvV0Nw&s=19 Sebastian being a little too loud but what's new 😭😂
Ummm, oh my god??? How have I never seen this bit?? Sebastian 😭
"By making out with men on set" - omg... And I feel like there's a tiiiiiuny pause before the 'on set', which I think is very significant 👀😂 I love him!! 💖💖
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mollywog · 4 days
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Completely in love with your executioner fake marriage everlark au!
NONNY!
Notes like this make me want to open the doc and work on it 🙊
🥰Thank you for the love 🤗
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