#eckhartxreader

[grandathenaeum-scenarios]

soft touches

pairing(s): eckhart x reader

post: 31

warnings: none

w/c: 660

a/n: yiiiis i accidentally made this a regular post instead of an answer to a request and didn't realize until i was done lmaoo,, i'll reply to that request with the other prompt given -u- ANYWAY this was an old prompt from before the blog rework and i love it so much im so happy someone remembered it 🥺🥺 basically nobody knew eckhart had a s/o until reader visits him at work one day

While Eckhart gently massaged circles into your palm muscles with his two hands and spoke softly about his day, you couldn't help but glance at the spectators who so obviously gawked or stared. Hawkeye and Oz, as the more expressive chief knights, hung their jaws partly open, while the rest simply shared perplexed looks. A pause between your fiancé's words prompted you to aim your gaze back at him and nervously smile, brows slightly knit. Eckhart, picking up on your subtle movements as usual, looked up to see what had troubled you, and knowingly looked back down.

"Sorry," he muttered. "I suppose I never told them about you. I can talk to them if you'd like?"

You shook your head quickly and forced a wider smile. "No, that's alright! I don't exactly visit you during work often, so I understand their reactions." Your hand moved subconsciously over Eckhart's as reassurance, and while he didn't look very convinced, he slowly nodded and dropped the subject. The other chiefs eventually resumed about their business within the garden, but you still caught them individually observing you nonetheless.

Not once had Eckhart's hands left your body, to your surprise— restless, his hands wandered over yours, up your arms, and briefly to your sides. You knew he could be quite affectionate behind closed doors, but there hadn't been many opportunities to interact in front of other people for any other reason besides work. You hadn't expected him to be comfortable with public displays of affection, but Eckhart was always one to be full of surprises. It was a pleasant surprise, anyhow.

Eckhart spoke still, although increasingly distracted until he trailed off, focus wandering over your shoulder. Confused, you spun around to see Hawkeye calmly approaching while offering a friendly smile and wave.

Eckhart looked annoyed and seemed to be holding back an eye roll, but you returned Hawkeye's gestures. "Aye, Y/N. You know, I thought you had come to visit your old pal, Hawkeye! I must really be slipping if I didn't pick up on this," Hawkeye said with a grin, waving a hand towards you and Eckhart.

"Aw, Hawkeye, I was coming to see you next," you replied, chuckling.

"Fiancé gets first visit," Eckhart added, intertwining his fingers with yours, almost in an innocently possessive manner. Hawkeye's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but his expression turned elated at the term "fiancé".

"I see," Hawkeye said. "Well, I'll get out of you hair." After turning away, the pirate threw a playful wink at Eckhart, as if saying we're going to talk all about this later.

Eckhart hummed, dragging his fingers through the hair that framed your face, brushing it back behind your ear. You giggled at the fact he was basically demanding your attention now, but you pulled his hands down to his dismay. "I should really go, too. We both have work to do, goddess forbid Neinheart see us shirk for too long," you said, jutting your chin towards the garden entrance. Eckhart frowned, but nodded.

"Okay," he said. "See you tonight for dinner?"

"Mhm!"

You cupped one hand behind Eckhart's head to bring his lips within reach, giving him a slow head scratch in the process. While balancing on the balls of your feet slightly and softly leaning into a kiss, your other hand blindly searched for the two-faced mask that hung from his belt. Once you managed to unclip it, you parted from Eckhart and playfully placed the mask over his face, giving the mask a peck afterwards for good measure.

"Bye," you said, smiling and backing away slowly.

"Bye," he replied with a small laugh, crossing his arms. With that, you giddily grinned and turned away, headed away from the garden.

When your form finally disappeared from sight and Eckhart looked back to his colleagues, he was met with numerous stares and smirks, with Oz in particular grinning and raising her eyebrows. He sighed, mentally preparing for nosey remarks.

[grandathenaeum-scenarios]

eckhart or hawkeye cuddle hcs ?? ouo

cuddle h/cs

pairing(s): eckhart, hawkeye x reader

post: 28

warnings: none

w/c: 402

a/n: eckhart AND hawkeye hcs ahaa

eckhart

— Eckhart likes to press your back against his chest as much as possible without making you uncomfortable, as if he were afraid you would slip away if he didn't hold on

— He enjoys cuddling or showing affection in public with your permission. He's proud to say that he's undeniably your's

— He likes to be the big spoon and curl his lanky form around you with his arms around your waist, but enjoys the occasional indulgence of being the little spoon with his nose nestled in your neck, your fingernails dragging delicately up and down the back of his head

— This boy falls asleep within minutes if he's comfortable and embracing you. He'll wake up startled in an hour or two, and profusely apologize for weighing you down for so long. You giggle and dismiss him, saying that you didn't mind at all, and actually found it touching that he could be so relaxed around you

— He's a nibbler, so expect very soft bites on your neck, shoulder, shell of your ear, etc. He's always tempted to leave marks, but doesn't want to do anything that could hurt you, even if you insist on it

hawkeye

— Hawkeye always asks if you're in the mood to cuddle, in case you're busy or just not in a cuddling mindset. He's very mindful and observant of your mental state and tries to act accordingly to your subtle behaviors

— He'll carry you in his arms or give you bear hugs to spoil you, but his favorite position is definitely being the little spoon. Nothing beats the way you trace shapes on his back and then wrap your arms around his chest, pulling yourself closer against him moreso than pulling him against you

— He enjoys cuddle conversations. He'll ask about your day, or week, or what you want to do over the weekend. He asks of your dreams and aspirations and your past— anything that helps him get to know you better, and encourage you to have an outlet for your thoughts

— Hawkeye will idly run his hands over whatever part of you is convenient as you speak, like your forearm, wrist, and the lines of your palm. He likes to feel your scars, veins, bumps, moles, the curves of your bones or whatever else is adorning your skin, and memorize every inch of your body

[grandathenaeum-scenarios]

little talks, pt. 2

pairing(s): eckhart x reader

post: 17

warnings: none

w/c: 857

a/n: here is little talks ft. more talking and defining the relationship :^) MAYBE pt. 3 where he makes things public

You let out a sigh of exhaustion as you rolled onto your belly, letting your arms and neck fall limp over the side of the bed. The door to the bathroom creaked and snapped as Eckhart casually whipped it open, revealing his freshly showered state. You felt your cheeks warm up when you looked up, since he was only wearing black sweatpants and no shirt. And the way his black hair spiked up every which way after he quickly rubbed it with his towel— it was a lot to take in, so you coyly looked back down.

"And so, we end up here once more," he said, throwing his back next to you on the mattress. He looked at the ceiling for a moment, before turning his head towards you with that devilish, charming smile.

"As promised," you replied, turning onto your side to look at him. He did the same and rested his head on his arm, causing the muscles in his tricep to stretch and define themselves.

"So, what do we talk about this time?"

You paused in thought, before shrugging. "I 'dunno. I don't think we did a whole lot of talking last time, but we sure do have our entire pasts, presents and futures to talk about, I suppose."

He hummed in agreement. "I would love to get to know your past, present and future, if that's alright with you," he said. You were a little surprised, and you had guessed it was obvious by the way Eckhart chuckled at your expression. "I mean, isn't that usual thing couples do?"

"What?!"

Guilt immediately struck you after Eckhart arched an eyebrow at your response. And then it hit you— he liked you, liked you, which was something you hadn't expected in a million years.

"Ah— that... that's not what I meant, I swear. I'm totally down for that, I just never expected that you would... feel the same way, I guess?" You sheepishly rubbed your neck, stuttering through your words. You couldn't even begin to imagine what the color of your face was after it grew so warm. Eckhart simply smiled at your bashfulness.

"Commanders can't have feelings?" he said teasingly.

"No— I mean, that's not—"

"Oh, the commander of night walkers can't have feelings," he decided.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek and looked up and around, hesitantly nodding. "Yeah, I guess that was the thought process. But— and this is probably over sharing way too much— but I've been in love with you since, uh, forever ago. And I thought this was, like, a friends with benefits type deal, so it's a relief to say the least."

"Yeah," he said, laughing. "That was totally over sharing. I like it. Keep going."

You shook your head, adamantly. "Nuh-uh, sir. It's your turn to over share. Give some and take some."

Eckhart grit his teeth and inhaled, hissing, and grimaced. But then his head tilted back and forth in thought, and you couldn't help but lean forward in interest. "Okay, I got one. Those muffins Hawkeye baked for you on your first day here? I ate them all. The guilt has been unbearable."

"I'm sure it has been," you said, rolling your eyes. "And I knew that. Everybody knew that. I'm surprised you even remembered it happened, anyway."

"Most of the situations I've been through involving you were pretty memorable, believe it or not."

The room fell awkwardly silent for a moment, and you could tell Eckhart had wanted to say something else, but hesitated. His hand quickly moved to scratch the back of his neck as a small, wistful smile grew across his lips. You considered changing the subject, but ultimately decided to give him however much time he needed.

"I love my mom a lot. She was really pretty. I don't look like her at all," he said, before taking a moment to pause and think. "She was so gentle and kind, I don't know how she ended up with my dad. My dad would tell me that I was too soft, like her, and he tried to change me. For a while, I thought he succeeded, but then I met Cygnus and the others, and you, too. You all bring out the soft side, I think, even if it's not noticeable."

You empathetically knit your brows together, and shifted closer to Eckhart, nudging his hand with yours by the knuckles. By his sad tone, and the past tense usage, you had guessed that his mom passed away somehow, but you wouldn't pry if he wasn't ready. Eckhart sighed, but smiled, and extended his fingers to brush against your hand. He didn't continue.

"I don't have much to over share about the present, or the future, but I hope it all involves a whole lot more of you," you said, with your smile growing into a grin by the end of your sentence. Eckhart grinned widely as well, and curled his fingers into your hand, working his way between your fingers to clasp your hands together.

"I would like that," he said.

[grandathenaeum-scenarios]

little talks, pt. 1

pairing(s): eckhart x reader

post: 07

warnings: kissing

w/c: 518

a/n: sry to bother u but pls send in rqs 🥺👉👈

With Eckhart's deep breath, the gap between your chest and his grew tighter, before a raspy sigh escaped his throat during exhale. Your legs subconsciously wrapped closer to his torso, which he responded to by pressing you against him harder, as if determined to never be apart from you again. He lightly groaned in pleasure while your fingernails dragged across his back, sides and arms, giving special attention to each of the numerous raised, silvery scars that adorned his skin. Decorations that proved his experience and the battles he had faced.

You paused and leaned back from the crook of the neck you had buried into, and stabilized yourself with Eckhart's shoulders. His hazel eyes were sharp and analytical, narrowed into the gaze that all too many people found intimidating. He was still guarded, you could tell, despite the intimate circumstances.

You let your hands fall from Eckhart's shoulders as your spine bowed backwards, and your arms reached behind you. His grip only tightened around your waist, unwilling to let you slip away further, but you had already achieved what you intended as your fists balled up handfuls of blanket, pulling them around your form and Eckhart's. He blinked, content with simply watching, as long as you didn't stray too far.

"Something tells me you'd rather not be doing this," you said, tilting your head. Eckhart hummed, moving his hands up and down your waist and hips.

"I do," he decided. "I just haven't done something like this with anyone else. I'll get used to it." You chuckled in response, bringing the back of your hand up to stroke his jawline.

"Implying that you would like for this to continue happening?"

"I see no reason to complain, if a pretty girl like you ends up in my bed every once in a while," he said, trailing kisses across your clavicle. It was your turn to sigh pleasantly, drinking in the feeling of his light touches. Curiosity ate at your mind however, and you thought of the photo Eckhart had carried before you piqued his interest.

"What about that girl you used to carry a picture of?"

Eckhart froze, and you wondered if you had crossed a line. Just before you considered telling him to forget about it, he spoke. "It was rather one-sided. I threw that out a while ago, you know, so it's really not worth worrying about."

"I'm not worried, just curious," you laughed, taking Eckhart's cheeks into your hands, allowing the blanket to fall around your hips, and shifting your legs until you could rise up on your knees, hovering above Eckhart slightly. His chin lifted to keep his face parallel from yours. His expression began to soften, and his unintentional glare less piercing. The corners of your lips curved upwards as your grip on Eckhart's face grew firmer, and you leaned down, carefully placing your lips against his. Your hands fell to the tops of his shoulders as his muscles and tendons melted, slowly releasing the pent up tension and nerves. As the kiss continued, it was clear that he had become putty in your hands.