Me Pulling Eddie’s Fine Ass Back Up Into The Portal After He Cuts The Rope Just So He Wouldn’t Sacrifice

Me when I go to the riddler’s apartment for the first time

first thought

Steve : Rob, did you maybe .. I don’t know, Feel straight in the upside down ?

Robin : What.

Steve : You know, because everything is flipped ?

Robin : It doesn’t work like that Steve.

Steve : I don’t know, the way Eddie was staring at me.. I felt pretty gay.

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i want him.

me, seeing someone left me a comment: screaming, running around the room in circles, kicking my feet up in the air, jumping up and down, giggling to myself, squealing, wiggling, dancing around...

me, replying to someone's comment: Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

Voicemail

TW: Smut

Summary:  Trevor makes sure you won’t ignore him again.

Afficher davantage

12 and 90 from youre eddie prompt list? :)

i hope this is good! thanks for the request!

"Alright," Eddie said, sitting himself down heavily next to you. "Friday night; the movies are showing Chopping Mall, it's supposed to be wicked."

"Um, no," you replied quickly, staring down at your unfinished homework.

Eddie scoffed, and he looked at Dustin with a 'what's-up-with-her' expression, like you were an in-joke between them. "Alright," he said, leaning back and crossing his arms. "Why not?"

You tried to articulate your feelings fully before speaking. You and Eddie had been dancing around the idea of dating for a few months, ever since having shared a kiss on a drunken night after DnD, endlessly flirting and acting like a couple without the commitment, but the idea of getting tied down to someone just before leaving for college kept you from fully committing. You rejected him every time he tried to ask you on a proper date, and you could tell that he was getting tired of the chase, as much as you hated the thought that he would move on. "I just don't wanna date you," you told him. "I'm happy with things the way they are."

"Bullshit you are," Eddie chuckled. "What the hell do I have to do to get you to go out with me? Just one date, princess."

"Nothing, because it's not gonna happen," you said simply.

"One kiss?" Eddie offered. "One kiss, here and now."

"No!" you chuckled. You wanted to act as if Eddie was annoying you, but you knew that he could see through your fake annoyance.

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?" Eddie asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"You don't have the balls," you told him, narrowing your eyes jokingly. You fully knew that Eddie did in fact have the balls to do a very public declaration of love— he had done a speech to the lunchroom for less than this— but you didn't think he would actually do it.

He instantly proved you wrong. He stood up, shoving himself away from his chair, and he jumped up onto the table nimbly. "I'll do it!" he announced, and the tables closest to you turned first. "Don't think I won't!"

"Jesus, Eddie!" you hissed, and you moved to smack his leg. "Get down from there!"

"One kiss!" Eddie said loudly, extending his hand out to you. "If you, fair princess, give me one kiss, here and now, I'll never bother you about it again!"

"Shut the hell up, Munson!" someone on the other end of the lunchroom called, and someone else added, "If you weren't a freak, she'd say yes!"

"What d'ya say, princess?" Eddie asked, casting his big eyes down at you.

You sighed. "Why do you want this so bad?" you asked him, and Eddie jumped down from the table and sat back next to you, turning his chair around so he could rest his chin on the back of it.

"I just really like you," Eddie said, and his hand reached forward and gently took yours. "And I've never felt this way before about anyone. I... I think I love you, and that terrifies me, because you're about to move off to college and I'm gonna be in Hawkins for the rest of my life... It scares me to love you."

You looked at him for a few quiet moments, seeing the quiet contemplation in his chocolate-colored eyes, and you pulled him forward by his hand. You laid a quick kiss on his lips, just long enough for him to stiffen in shock, and, when you pulled away, his eyes had widened. "Chopping Mall on Friday, right?" you asked.

"Yeah," Eddie mumbled. "Holy shit. Yeah."

me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

MUST BE LOVE ON THE BRAIN (2.9k)

todoroki shouto x reader

SYNOPSIS: todoroki is the face of next month's heroes weekly cover and this time he's pretty much naked. you're not sure how you feel about that.

WARNINGS: minors dni, fem reader, marks n hickeys on shou, lots of possession from reader, a lil insecure uncomfortable reader, established relationship, sweet todoroki, unprotected sex, dom reader but not heavily more switch for them both, yn takes photos of him

A/N: heyyyyy ive had this idea for years lmao so this is my attempt. i was gonna use it for bkg but i think it sounded sweeter for shou. also imagine a calvin klein-esque shoot okay. also title from rihanna because i am obsessed with love on the brain atm.

“i’ve got a surprise for you.”

the words sounded strange coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth. odd. todoroki shouto wasn’t one for surprises. he didn’t like when people did them to him, as shown when midoriya set up a surprise birthday for him a few years back and he just stared blankly at everyone. he said to you later that night that he didn’t see the point of all the effort to be secretive when it would have been easier if he just knew. so surprises weren’t todoroki’s thing which by default meant he never really thought to do them with you. if he saw jewellery on patrol and thought of you, he’d buy it and give it to you when he’d see you next. same with musical and concert tickets so they were never technically surprises, just very thoughtful gifts.

but this being called a surprise (in his own words!) meant that he kept a secret from you for some time. went off and did something without telling you, to then one day tell you all in hopes of making you happy.

you rolled over in bed to face todoroki, a frown deep set on your features. it was the early morning, the first coherent sentence after his first mumbled, “good morning,” into your neck.

“you, todoroki shouto, have a surprise for me?” you ask and you feel his arms tighten around you. 

you tilt your head up to meet his bicoloured pupils and you notice a little bit of insecurity waft behind them. his bottom lip juts out, a perfect pink because he has to be gorgeous even in the morning. his usual middle parting, separating his red and white locks is off centre but it only gives him a model off duty look rather than just waking up.

“yes, i do. is that really a surprise in itself?” 

you nod, pressing a kiss to his closed mouth, “surprises aren’t really your thing.”

“it can be ours though. or yours,” he replies, pecking your forehead. it’s another new thing he does (along with surprises apparently), pecking your forehead.

you shrug, giving him a sly smile, “depends on how this one goes.”

todoroki’s comment gets cut off when the doorbell to his apartment sounds, even his phone going off to alert him someone’s at the door. he lets you roll out his arms to grab his phone and go into the intercom app, “you can leave the package there, i’ll come get it now.” 

you stare at the hero with a hum as he slides out of bed in his tight black underwear, long lean body with a hand brushing through his hair. he stretches his arms to the ceiling like a cat, a moan rumbling from his lips. then he stares you down for a moment, yawning and squeezing your foot at the end of the bed. “this is for you.”

todoroki returns with a small smile, holding a medium sized brown box to his chest. you sit up slightly, a strap to your tank top falling down. 

“what is it?” you ask, impatience pumping through you at being so close to whatever it is.

“patience babygirl,” he chuckles, climbing back into bed and giving it to you on top of the covers. he scratches his head, sinking back under the duvet, “now open it.”

you pick at the tape, before pulling the brown tape cleanly off, “can i just say how i have no clue what this is right now? none.” 

todoroki says nothing, studying your reaction when you bend open the flaps and finally pull out the item. 

you’re stunned to silence. the smile on your face dropping and he’s finding it difficult to read you.

in your hands are the first five copies of todoroki’s cover for next month's Heroes Weekly issue. he’s been on it before, a few times but all fully clothed. in this future copy, he’s laying only in tight white underwear, on top of bright white sheets, looking sexier than ever. looking exactly like he does beside you. purposely ruffled hair, so obviously close to his morning hair you’re wondering if the hair and makeup team have been looking through your windows. he’s got a smoulder, staring down the camera like the devil himself, tempting you to get into bed with him.

his body is impeccable, with long limbs, bread rolls for muscles and broad lean shoulders. a few scars litter his body which only feeds into the whole pro-hero sexiness with one large hand sprawled across his chest and another propping up his head, making his bicep bulge.

your shouto, now for the world to see.

“i can’t tell what you’re thinking?” 

honestly, you don’t know what you’re thinking either. it’s a sexy image, he’s a beautiful man, so gorgeous and you’re partly thinking to frame one of the copies and blowing up the picture to get as a poster. another side of you is literally thinking of blowing up every printed image of your boyfriend like this because you share so much of him all the time, you want how he looks in the morning to be just for you. you trace your finger over the bold lettering at the front, ‘THE REAL SHOUTO’.

“you look great shou. i’m assuming you’ve got a whole spread,” you say, void of any emotion as you flick to the page of his interview and more photos of him laying back in a bed and even one of him brushing his teeth in an old fashioned bathroom. 

he takes the box from your lap of the spare magazines and shoves it to the ground. he goes to take the copy out of your hands but you hold it to your chest, “wait, i’m not done!”

“you’re not being honest with me.”

for the first time since you’ve held the magazine, you look to your right to the man himself. you feel a hand on your heart tighten and twist. you don’t want to share him with the world.

“what? you look really good. your new workout routine is so good, makes you look really good and—,”

“you’ve said good three times. i don’t think you think it’s good,” todoroki bites, pulling the magazine out of your hands and trying to look at the images through your eyes. does he look bad? is this trying too hard? all his friends have done covers like this, showing even more skin and some sweaty and dirty. does he look stupid?

your eyes widen at the insecurity swimming behind his pupils. you speak truthfully, turning to face him with a hand on his cheek,  “no shou, you really do look gorgeous. trust me. i think we should frame one for my bedroom.”

“mhm?” he’s not convinced.

“uh-huh. you look like after we have sex in the morning. i love it.” 

your words are soft, full of thought and underlying meaning. your eyes are wide and shiny, focused back on the cover and todoroki is still really confused.

todoroki frowns, “so why are you being so… quiet and…frowny? you get more excited when i post an instagram of me slightly smiling.”

you glance away from your lover, your hand sliding off his cheek. “everyone sees you slightly smiling,” you mumble but it’s not enough because todoroki lays on his back and pulls you on top of him. 

you straddle his waist as he grips your chin so you can’t look away. “and? talk to me.” he orders, pulling you close to his face, his lips brushing yours. 

you groan aloud, placing your hands on his bare shoulders. “it’s so embarrassing shou. but i promise i like the photos. a lot.”

he nods but he doesn’t let go, “tell me now baby.”

“you look like how you look when we have sex in the morning.”

“you said that already.”

you sigh, you point a finger between your body and his, “when we have sex together.”

“you are the only one i have sex with,” a smile pokes at his cheek but it quickly drops when you huff.

“you’re not listening, shou.”

“because you’re not explaining yourself.”

you know better than to assume todoroki will laugh or make fun of you. he is such a listener, but with you repeating the same thing, he’s finding it hard to read between the lines. a hand rests on your bare hip, his finger playing with the elastic of your underwear.

“everybody is going to see you, how i see you,” you whisper, shutting your eyes so you don’t have to look at him, “i like having you to myself. now all your fangirls are going to know. it’s even the title! the real shouto! only i should know that!”

you don’t notice your chest heaving or your fingers curling into fists. when you do open your eyes again, todoroki is in deep thought.

“i didn’t see it like that,” he glances at the cover beside him, then back to you. he picks it up before throwing it back down, “you know this isn’t really me, right? the real me is me with you. i even spoke about you in the article, how i love you and i’m doing the shoot as a surprise for you. the photos are for you.”

“i do really love the photos,” he rubs his thumb across your cheek to soothe you but you’re hot and embarrassed, “i know i’m being stupid but i’ll get over it.”

he shakes his head, locks of red and white falling over his eyes, “you’re not being stupid. i get it but this isn’t how i look after sex. i’m sweaty and tired and completely in love with you.”

you smile, shaking your head, “you’re so cute.”

he matches your smile, “i thought i was good. really good.”

you pinch his nipple, “i also said gorgeous. very sexy.”

you’re still shy and todoroki can barely recognise you. he’s not used to you thinking before you speak and wanting to disappear. he sneaks a hand up your camisole, “if you want me to tell them not to publish it i will. we can take new photos.”

you shake your head, “no it’s okay. if you’re really talking about me in the interview, everyone will know you’re mine. they can look but not touch.”

you bite down on your lip when todoroki grins slowly at you. he’s always been a fan of possession, a reason why he practically dedicated the cover and shoot to you. you are the real him, everything about him is you. 

“show me, baby girl. show me how i’m yours,” he slurs tilting his head up for a kiss. you give it to him like you’d give him anything he asks for, a sweet kiss on his lips which so easily becomes a make out.

you become one, your tongue brushing against his, your fingers in his mussed hair. you lick around his mouth and he lets you take control, though his hands feel you up, one on your ass and another on your back to press you to him.

you pull away, brushing the spit connecting you both with your thumb and todoroki moans aloud. he tilts his hips so you can feel him hard on your ass. “i love you,” he murmurs, lips pouting for another kiss.

“i love you too, shou,” you whisper ducking down to suck on a spot on his neck. large hands roam your body, squeezing as you nibble down on his skin. you want to bruise him, mark him so everybody knows he’s yours.

you hear him gasp at the pain, “oh baby,” but he only eggs you on. 

“and another, so everyone knows you belong to me,” you say, ducking down to mark another hickey on his neck. he stretches his neck like a purring kitten to give you more space and you’re not in control when you begin to hump his chest, begging for some friction.

when you finally pull away, your eyes become half-lidded at your work. “so pretty, shou,” you pout, two red splotches on his neck. then you eye his pectoral, right on the spot above his heart. or should you say your heart since he’s always saying it is.

you smooth a thumb across the skin before stuffing a hand in his boxers and pulling out his cock. his hips jolt and you laugh, “you’re needy, aren’t you?”

“fuck… yeah, i am. for you, always,” todoroki whimpers and you feel your stomach warm, your lower half fluttering.

you begin to pump him in your fist, your thumb rubbing the wet head of his cock. he hums, pleasure radiating through his body and he grunts when you take your teeth to his chest, working on a hickey on his heart.

you pull away with a twinkle in your eye, clearly proud of his markings and bruisings. he’s definitely not going to be able to hide the ones on his throat with his hero suit on. you shuffle up to rub your clothed clit over his cock and todoroki bends his knees to position himself firmly on his bed.

you lay a kiss on his chest, all the littered pink and red marks. “say you’re mine shou.” you brush your fingers over him and your boyfriend rumbles over your touch. you squeeze around his head, hand tight and warm and you feel his body vibrate.

“i’m all yours,” todoroki moans and when you kiss his chest you reply with the same three words.

“can i take a photo of you?” you run both hands down his chest, your back arched as you stimulate yourself.

todoroki is putty in your hands, looking up at you like you put stars in the sky. his lips are parted and he already feels like he’s been fucked even though he hasn’t been inside of you yet. he loves being owned by you, heck this magazine was him making it clear that he is and you letting him know that it’s something you think about makes his heart pound heavy in his chest.

“of course, love,” he stretches to get your phone before he even finishes speaking.

you snatch the device, switching to the camera app and taking photos similar to the ones in the magazine. different angle, sitting on top of him but these ones are so much more realistic, especially when you pull your panties to the side and slip him inside you.

you snap photos of his eyes shut, pupils rolling back and his tensed abs as he flicks his hips up for some friction. you think he’s beautiful, “so beautiful shou. you’re so sexy. you look like mine.”

he bites down on his lower lip, a rough growl rumbling from him. “mother… fucker,” he grunts and with one last photo, you throw your phone to the side to focus on him inside you.

you grind down back on him, thighs burning as you bounce and meet every one of his thrusts. “you take me so well baby. you’re perfect for me,” he trembles and you know he’s close because his fingers squeeze your ass cheeks to hold you in place. 

without any warning, he flips you around onto your back. you gasp when your head hits the pillow and moan when he hits a completely different spot.

“oh fuck, oh fuck shou,” he rubs clockwise circles on your clit, his hair damp on his forehead.

“what do you need baby? talk to me,” he moves his hips faster and your mouth falls open in pleasure.

“a kiss, want you to kiss me when we—,” your arms circle around his neck and he sinks his tongue into your mouth to soak up all your moans.

together you reach the peak, your back arching under the weight of his body, thighs clenched around his waist and clinging onto him. todoroki groans down your throat, stamina insane as he keeps his thrusts steady throughout his orgasm. he separates from the kiss to breathe, resting his forehead against yours as he spills into you.

you’re both wet and warm, the movement of him inside you loud. 

“oh fuck,” he trembles, slowly letting his body weight down to lay on top of you.

together you both breathe, collecting yourselves before you have to clean up.

“only you would think a collection of photos of you would be a gift for me,” you giggle and todoroki flicks his head up to glare at you.

“i would love to get a book of photos of you like that,” he mumbles softly. 

“don’t get me wrong it is a gift. i want a poster of the front cover. framed signed too,” he rolls his eyes but he doesn’t disagree. he’ll definitely make it happen for you.

he reaches up on his forearms, caging you in to talk to you, “you sure you still don’t feel weird about it?”

you brush your hand over his throat, then down the mark on his chest, “no, you know you’re mine. that’s enough for me.” he kisses you softly and you grin, “also i think there's something sexy about everyone seeing you but only i really get to see the real you and you do choose me every day.”

he nods, a smile springing on his face, “and i will forever.”