#{ top shelf piece of shit || face }
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Amped Up (p.2)
perv!virgin!eddie munson × virgin!fem!reader
MDNI 18+ ONLY.
Word Count: ~8k
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The stickiness in Eddie's boxers began to irritate him.
He'd been sitting there for an hour, watching as you picked at random strings on his guitar. A piece of hair hung loosely as you kept your head bowed down, your eyes flicking back and forth between both of your hands.
"I'm gonna change into some comfy clothes." He broke you out of your hyperfocus. You looked at him and muttered a 'uh huh' before bowing your head again.
He quickly stood up and pulled his shirt down, walking backward toward the dresser on the other side of the room to avoid showing his front to you.
Eddie grabbed a pair of loose dnd pajama pants before he scurried into the bathroom, shutting the door a little too hard behind him.
"Fucking IDIOT." He slapped himself in the face and stared at himself in the mirror, both arms straining as he braced himself on either side of the sink.
He wants to ask you to stay the night. Figured you'd shower here, your naked body getting all wet and soapy in his tub. He'd fucking lick the soap off your tits if you let him. He'd beg on his knees to let him clean you with his tongue. He'd be a sneaky fuck and take your underwear while you're in the shower and cum on it. You wouldn't even notice, only thinking that you had a little too much discharge that day.
Maybe you would wear his boxers instead, and he wouldn't wash them afterward. He'd hold them to his face while he jerked off to your yearbook photo. Maybe he should cum in his body wash bottle. God… you'd be rubbing his cum all over your body. But then again, he lives with his uncle and wouldn't be able to buy new soap before he got home from work in the morning. There's that extra toothbrush.. he could-. Eddie, stop. He is sick and fucking twisted.
His dick was hard again. It throbbed and it hurt.
Eddie turned the shower on and stripped himself, deciding that he'd rather not clean his dick and whole groin area in the sink. His cum was everywhere, including his inner thighs.
He quickly rubbed soap all over his body and ran his fingers through his hair, lathering it up with shampoo before rinsing.
Eddie stepped out and shook his head, water sputtering everywhere, as he wrapped a towel around his waist.
"Eddie? You okay in there?" You tapped on the door a few times.
He walked over to the other side of the door, mustering up the courage to pop the question. He took a deep breath.
"Just got my shower done, hun. By the way, did you uh... wanna stay? I mean it's late and you could just continue your reading here." His voice was low, shaking anxiously.
You were quiet just for a moment, trying to decide if the 30-minute drive to the other side of town was worth it at this hour. He would have to also drive back home. You felt kind of bad making him have to take that roundtrip. Meanwhile, Eddie was biting the shit out of his thumb and tapping his foot impatiently.
"Hmm... why not, sure. Would be easier on you, right?" You shrugged and excitedly smiled before turning to go back into his room.
"-and..and! You should shower. Like, right now. The water is hot." He shoved his face in the crack of the door as he spoke, trying to catch you before you retreated back to his room.
"Erm.. okay." You tilted your head quizzically and lightly laughed.
Eddie sighed, fist bumping the air before shaking the nerves out of his hands. He quickly dressed himself and rubbed the towel through his hair.
Your head snapped over to the door as he stepped out wearing his pj shorts and a very loose plain tank top, his guitar pick necklace in full view and most of his chest tattoo standing out against his pale skin. You dropped your gaze to his pants as he reached to the top shelf of the closet right next to his bedroom door to grab you a towel. Air got caught in your throat when you realized he wasn't wearing underwear.
Eddie looked over at you, eyes widening just a bit when he realized where you were looking. He notices your thighs clench, and it makes his dick twitch. His face burned as he quickly grabbed the towel from the shelf and tossed it over to you.
"Whenever you're ready, sweetheart."
You fiddled with the threads of the towel before nodding and brushing passed him to go into the bathroom.
Eddie pursed his lips and turned to go into his room, abruptly stopping as he realized he left his clothes on the floor and not in the laundry basket. His blood ran cold and his heart hammered in his chest. With an ear pressed against the door, he listened for the shower to turn on. You didn't lock the door.
He paced back and forth right outside the bathroom door, fanning his face to try to cool off. You were staying the night. You were naked in his bathroom. He fucking came in his pants while looking at you, and those pants are on the floor in plain view for you to see. He had to get them.
But he couldn't stop thinking of all the things he could do while you slept. Could smell your hair or touch it, take pictures, jerk off to you. God, he could even cum on you if he was that sick. Maybe he was.
Eddie sat at the edge of his bed with his chin in his palm, leg bobbing up and down. He had to give you something to wear, but all his bottoms would be baggy on you. He wanted something tight, that could press right against your cunt and get stained with your juices while you watched the hot movie he had planned for tonight. He wanted to make you ache like he does.
He sighed, falling back onto the bed with his arms sprawled out and eyes closed as he willed his boner to go down. There were too many things going on in his brain right now. Fuck adhd. His eyes snapped open before he bolted to the bathroom door as he suddenly got an idea.
"Hey- y/n? I forgot my uh.. aftershave?" He cringed at himself. He didn't even shave today. Idiot. "Could I grab it real quick?" He pressed his ear to the door and held his breath.
"Sure! Doors unlocked!" You called out.
Eddie grabbed the doorknob with a shaky hand, pushing the door open and breathing in the steam that swirled in the air.
His bottoms were on the floor, right next to yours, and he thanked the gods that you couldn't see his cum stains. He lifted them up and felt the wet spot, looking down at your shorts. He licked his lips and picked them up, rubbing his cum on the inside of the crotch area of your shorts, before tossing his clothes in the laundry bin and grabbing his aftershave.
Eddie wheezed when he exited the bathroom, the adrenaline coursing through his whole body as he grinned. His dick was so hard that he swears he could feel the precum dripping down his shaft.
He rubbed a hand over his face before looking down at his hand and gasping loudly.
Eddie was holding your fucking underwear.
What the fuck was he thinking!? He began to panic, debating whether he should toss them back into the bathroom or-
No way in hell.
He looked at them, feeling the lace between his fingers and running his thumb over the wet patch on the soft crotch of your underwear. It was from when you were watching him just moments earlier, though he didn't know that.
"God fucking damn.." He licked his lips as his mouth watered, pupils blown wide as he stared at your wetness. Without a second thought, he brought them to his mouth, licking your juices. His breath shuttered at the taste, his whole body going hot and his dick throbbing. He bit down onto your panties, holding them in his mouth as his chest pounded. He clumsily pulled his dick out, rubbing his swollen head with the palm of his hand and then taking the panties from his mouth to place his cock on the wet cloth. Eddie pumped himself a few times, mixing your juices with his precum together.
"Bet you'd love to wear these panties.. all soaked with my cum. Fuck.." He hissed and leaned his head back against the wall, his hips bucking forward as he swallowed moans.
He jumped, his legs almost giving out underneath him as you turned the shower off. The sound of the curtain being pushed back causing him to literally run into his bedroom. Eddie fisted your underwear tightly before frantically looking around his room, deciding to shove them into the pockets of his pants instead.
"Uh.. Eddie? Could you grab me a shirt?" You said, voice muffled by the bathroom door.
He nodded to himself before rummaging through his dresser, pulling out a homemade Corroded Coffin shirt that was black and red tie-dye.
You were definitely going to wonder where your panties were, and he racked his brain to find a way to get them in there. He held his forehead, fidgeting nervously with the curls of his bangs before snapping his fingers and smirking.
"Here you go, sweetheart. Special shirt for the special lady." He tapped the door and stretched his arm inside as you giggled. The bundled up shirt was in his fist, while your underwear was just hanging underneath it by his pinky. He leaned his head as far as he could against the door, peeking to see you in the mirror.
Eddie almost groaned when he saw the towel tightly wrapped around you. Your tits were basically popping out, your nipples just barely covered. He let the underwear fall by unhooking his pinky just as you grabbed the shirt, not noticing it falling to the floor.
"Did you need some boxers too?"
"Uh.. no thanks, just gonna use mine." You replied.
"Well, alright." He nonchalantly said, but his jaw fucking dropped. God is on his side tonight.
He crouched down to the floor after you shut the door, taking deep breaths. He just risked your entire friendship, pulling sick shit like that. But he loved the thrill of it, and he planned to continue despite him almost dying of relief in the hallway that he didn't get caught.
Meanwhile, you were looking at your underwear with your eyebrows scrunched together. You didn't realize you got that wet while staring at the outline of Eddie's dick. You shrugged before putting your panties and shorts on.
You exited the bathroom while you dried your hair, peaking into Eddie's room to see him sitting on the floor with his box of vinyls, his fingers slowly flipping through them. He didn't acknowledge you as you sat on the edge of his his bed, legs almost touching his shoulder. He wasn't even looking for anything in particular, really, but didn't want to just be sitting on his bed daydreaming about you when you came in.
"Did you need any laundry washed?" He asked, eyes still focused on the vinyls.
"No, I just changed the shirt." You kicked your dangling feet back and forth.
You saw Eddie tense up, his hand that was thumbing through the vinyls pausing for a moment as he cleared his throat before continuing. You couldn't see, but he had looked up at the ceiling and mouthed a 'thank you' to whatever God was giving him the best night of his life.
His precum and spit was rubbing into your pussy right now. His entire face flushed at the acknowledgment, suddenly feeling his body begin to sweat.
" 'kay. So, you wanna watch a movie?" He twisted his body toward you and raised and eyebrow.
You noticed the tint of pink on his cheeks and squinted, leaning forward.
"Sure.. but, are you okay?" You placed the back of your hand on his forehead and then cheek. He was warm.
Eddie's eyes widened before he slapped your hand away and stood up.
"Psh, what're you talking about? It's hot in here." He turned away from you and huffed out a laugh.
You stared at his back and watched his shoulder muscles move as he rummaged through the many vhs tapes he owned, hands blindly moving through all the random movies.
You bit your lip as your eyes ran down the length of his body, his tank top bunched around his waist. A hot feeling spread between your thighs and you rubbed them together, swallowing down a moan as you continued to stare at him. His hair was mostly dry, the back of his shirt still wet. You could see some of his torso from how large the armholes of his tank top were, and his pj pants were tight enough to see the general shape of his ass and thighs.
"It's hot?" You asked, trying to continue your previous conversation.
Eddie shut his eyes and breathed out his nose, willing you to just drop it.
"Yeah. It is." He said flatly.
"Then take your shirt off." You immediately replied.
Eddie looked at you through the mirror that was partially in front of him where his guitar would usually be.
You weren't looking at him, instead looking at your toes as you ran them across his carpet.
"Take.. take my shirt off?"
You finally looked over at him and shook your head as you squinted your eyes.
"Yeah? You said you're hot and you're burning up. Was just a suggestion." You rolled your eyes and crawled up to the top of the bed to get comfy for the movie.
"It's alright.." He mumbled before picking out a random tape. He was supposed to play a dirty movie but chickened out. If he became putty from you looking at his dick, the movie would certainly backfire on him.
Eddie looked over at you. You'd picked up one of your books while you waited for him, knees pulled up so you can rest your book on them.
He gulped as he looked in between your thighs.
You were wearing those panties.
"y/n." He blurted, causing your eyes to meet.
"Can you help me plug in the tv?" He pointed to the area under his desk, even though he was standing way closer than you.
You, oblivious, didn't think twice before hopping of the bed and crouching down to your hands and knees, your ass in the air.
"I dont see the cord."
Eddie didn't hear you, too busy checking out your ass and the way your little shorts wedged in your pussy lips.
"Eddie? I don't see the cord." You turned to look at him.
"Oh, its there hun. Keep looking." He nudged his chin up for you to continue.
You huffed as you leaned further down.
He reached a hand into his pants and grabbed his dick. It was only half hard as he felt it grow in his hand. He licked his top lip as he moved to stand directly behind you.
"Mhm... maybe it's one of those cords to the right.'
You spread your legs a little further to support your body as you leaned to one side.
He sighed and smiled. Fuck, he'd love to rail you just like that.
Eddie pumped his dick fast, trying to get some precum onto his hand. He has been just torturing himself all night, hasn't he?
"Gonna get us some water, you just keep looking."
You waved him off as he walked into his kitchen.
Eddie pulled down his pants so his dick was out, jerking himself fast and clenching his jaw as he suppressed moans. Precum finally began to leak from his tip and he grabbed a cup, filling it with water before collecting it onto his finger and smearing it around the rim.
"God, I'm sick." He smiled mischievously.
He fisted his cock harder as he set the cup down, one hand holding his hair back as he looked down at himself.
"Bet you'd wanna drink my cum, wouldn't you baby."
"You'd lick it right up, just like a good girl. Cause that's what you are." He jaw went slack as he nodded.
"A good-" he pumped himself hard, thrusting his hips into his hand "-fucking" another thrust "girl" his knuckles were white with the grip he had on his hair.
He quickly pulled his hand away, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. He felt like a feral animal, pupils blown wide and eyes wild.
The precum dripped down his shaft and he took his whole dick this time, rubbing it on the rim of your cup.
"Eddie!" You shouted.
He fumbled with his pants as he tucked himself into the waistband before returning to his room. You stood there angrily with one hand on your hip, the other pointing to the cord which was connected to the TV.
"Dude! It wasn't even close to where you said."
He scratched the back of his neck as he looked to where you pointed.
"Sorry bout that.. Here, you haven't drank water today." He shoved the cup in front of you.
You rolled your eyes and took the cup from him before setting it down on his desk.
He eyed it, flicking his eyes between you and the cup.
You groaned as you layed back onto the bed, the wetness in your underwear making you remember how horny he made you.
You looked at him and down to his dick.
You could clearly see the outline of his hardened length, his dick tucked into his waistband.
You breathed out a hot breath, his eyes ripping from the cup and landing on yours as you kept staring.
He froze. Shit.
"Eddie, c'mon." You patted the bed beside you and bit your lip.
He shook his head from side to side dumbly.
"Why not..?" You innocently said.
"Cause I forgot my water." He mumbled, turning to exit his room.
You perked up from the bed and reached for his arm.
"Just have mine." You offered.
He shook his head again and you grumbled.
"What, you think it's poisoned or something?" You stood from the bed and grabbed the cup, drinking from the cup and pausing for a moment.
He closely watched you, his mouth slightly agape.
"What?" You licked your lips.
Eddie was frozen. He didn't move a muscle, besides his dick involuntarily. Your eyes instantly snapped down to it just as it twitched. His face got hot and you waved your hand dismissively.
"Whatever. Let's watch the movie, c'mon.. I got it ready." You slowly crawled onto the bed, your ass facing him as you arched your back, smirking as you heard him curse.
You were soaking and were positive it was seeping through your panties and shorts.
And it was. Because Eddie could confirm it.
You sat back against the pillows and motioned him over.
"I dont want to watch a movie yet" He said after a moment, noticing your hooded eyes roam his body.
"Why not?" You tilted your head.
" 'cause I want to show you somethin' on my guitar." He turned from you to grab it from his chair before climbing on the bed, sitting it on your lap.
"Again..?" You looked up at him, his face inches from yours as he leaned over to put the strap over your shoulders.
"Mhm." He replied quickly.
You gasped as he lifted it up and placed one of the sides directly between your legs.
"You okay?"
"Y- yeah.."
He moved the guitar again, eyes glued to your face as he rubbed it against your pussy.
Eddie saw the way your cheeks began to flush and how you swallowed.
"Gotta just get it in the right position.." He leaned over you again, his hair brushing against your cheek as he moved it to the side one more time.
You accidentally hummed and covered it with a cough.
"Can I have my water?" You squeaked.
He rolled his tongue in his mouth and had a smug smirk plastered on his face, nodding as he leaned over to grab it, and giving you a knowing look.
Your pussy ached for more friction and you could tell Eddie was watching as you squirmed uncomfortably.
"You sure you're okay sweetheart?" He leaned forward and brushed a small piece of hair from your face.
"Well, alriiiiiight. I wanna watch the movie now. Forgot what I wanted to show you." He dramatically shrugged and pressed play on the movie when you only gave him a confused nod. You sat there blankly for a moment.
"Fuck, it is really hot in here." He fanned his face, looking right at you. "-or maybe it's just you?" Now a cheeky smile.
You giggled and rolled your eyes at him, slapping his shoulder.
Eddie's smile dropped as he quickly licked his lips and swiftly pulled his tank top off, his tongue in his cheek as he squinted at you.
"You should be watching the movie, not me, hun."
He expected you to be flustered, but you weren't at all.
His breath caught in his throat when you shamelessly looked down at his dick and back to his eyes, laying your back against his pillows as you slowly shifted your hips up into his guitar that was still on your lap.
"Wh-wha.." His eyes studied you closely, watching as your clothed pussy rubbed into his guitar, the neck being squished between your tits.
You hummed again and didn't try to hide it this time. Eddie sat up onto his heels, his hard-on very obvious now as he watched you grind up into his guitar.
"It.. feels good." You whispered.
"Yeah, I bet it does." He replied just as quietly.
He grabbed the edge of the guitar that he came on and placed it over your pussy, lightly pushing it down. You moaned quietly and closed your eyes.
"Oh my god, sweetheart." He puffed out a breath.
"Mmm.." You continued to roll your hips as you watched him marvel at you with half hooded eyes.
"You know.." He started.
You stopped your movements and waited for him to continue.
"No, no.. keep going. Yeah, just like that.. good girl." Eddie pushed it down against you again and gave you a seductive smile as you opened your legs more.
"You know.." He said again. "I came on this guitar, right over there-" He motioned his head toward the empty seat. "- while I watched you read a couple hours ago. You're so pretty, the prettiest girl I've seen." Your body shivered at his confession, your hips moving a little faster.
"Shh, shh.. slow down. Look, baby." Eddie moved the guitar so you could see where he came and your mouth watered.
"O-oh my god.." You ran your fingers across the now rough surface where is cum stain was.
"I've done other things too." He scooted a little closer to you, legs touching and one of his hands still holding the neck of the guitar.
"w-what did you do.." Your eyes were glassy as you panted and waited for his answer. Your juices were soaking your folds.
"You really wanna know?" His voice was low and you nodded while watching his lips.
"I licked and sucked on your panties. The ones you're wearing right now." His eyes looked down as he spoke.
You gasped in shock and moved your hand toward your waistband. His jaw was set hard as he watched your fingers slide into your shorts and over your panties, chest moving up and down with each of his deep breaths. You skimmed your fingers over your clothes pussy and mewled.
"And.." He put his face closer to yours.
"I rubbed my precum all over them. Right where your soaking pussy is." Eddie looked deeply into your eyes, pupils so large his eyes looked black.
You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out, instead grabbing his hand and moving it to your core. He tossed his guitar to the other side of the bed, his fingers lightly grazing over your puffy clit, the wetness coating his fingers even through the fabric. You moved your hips up and he pressed his hand down harder, thumb rubbing circles into your sensitive bud.
"Oh, you want me to rub my precum into you?" He taunted, his body almost pressed into you now.
"u-uh.. uh huh. I do." You stammered.
Eddie lifted a hand to your face.
"I used this hand to jerk off and rub in the precum." He wiggled his fingers.
You licked your lips and eyed his long fingers.
"Can I.." You started.
He cut you off my sticking his fingers in your mouth, groaning when your tongue swirled around and your lips sucked them in.
"Fuck.. such a good girl... One more thing sweetheart."
You removed his fingers from your mouth and eyed him.
"I also put some on your cup." He carefully said, hoping it wasn't out of line.
"Oh. my. God." You gawked at him in disbelief for a few moments. He was disgusting, and it made you unbelievably feral. You wanted to jump his fucking bones.
So you did.
You roughly pushed Eddie onto his back and climbed onto him, a cheeky smile never leaving his face as you straddled him and ground down into his dick. His hands gripped onto your ass hard and making a loud slap. His moans echoed throughout his room as you rolled your hips over his dick. If he listened close enough, he could hear your pussy squelch.
"Mmmm.." You placed your hands onto his chest and arched your back, your head rolling back as you slowed down your movements.
Eddie's breathing was hard, his thighs clenching under you as he watched you moan and use him. Sweat began to collect on his face, his curls sticking to his face and a few on his lips. He never thought in a million years that the girl of his dreams would be getting off on humping his dick.
And here you are.
"E-eddie.. gonna cum.." You mewled as you picked up the pace.
He abruptly stilled your hips and you groaned in frustration.
"Not yet... want you to.. want you to cum in my mouth." He was flushed from his chest to his face as he shyly looked up at you.
His entire body was buzzing and, honestly, he mainly stopped you because he didn't want to cum. You huffed out a laugh and bit your lip, nodding your head that you understand.
"Yeah.." He nodded back, sniffling before he breathed out of his mouth in a sigh.
"If I cum in your mouth.. will you cum in mine?" You gave him a sultry look.
Eddie mumbled a few curses before scrambling to sit up and grabbing you by the back of your neck, roughly smashing his lips against yours as he used his other hand to push you harder into his cock.
You moaned into eachothers mouths, your fingers moving into his hair as he bit at your bottom lip and ran his tongue along it.
"Want you first, sweetheart." He mumbled into your mouth, your mouth muffling most of it.
"Mhm.." You nodded into the kiss as he rolled you onto your back.
Eddie's tongue explored every area of your mouth that he could, raking one of his hands up your body and smoothing over your chest. Your fingers were woven into his hair, clinging to the nape of his neck as you pulled him into you. He ripped his lips from yours to attack your neck with bites. You inhaled sharply and rolled your hips up as he continued to nip and lick as your soft skin, his groans vibrating against your throat.
“Been wanting this for so long..” He breathed into your neck, nuzzling into your damp skin that was covered in a sheen of sweat and his spit.
“Just wanna…” He huffed and mouthed at your collarbone before licking a stripe from one side to the other, his hand pulling down the neck of the shirt so he could sink his teeth into the swell of your breast.
Your breath hitched in your throat when he began to knead the pillowy flesh and buck his hips up into you. Eddie groaned against your neck and you hummed in pleasure while you held his face against your chest by his hair.
“Just wanna fucking… fill you up with my cum. Make you go a whole day with it leaking down your thighs.” He roughly rutted against you. “Wanna cover you in it..”
He began to slide down your body, placing sloppy wet kisses down your stomach and over your shorts.
Eddie kissed your clothed cunt, a needy open mouthed one, and moaned loud enough to make you jolt at the feeling of it against you. He snickered, opening his mouth to stick his tongue out, moving it over the wet patch on your shorts. The material was so thin that his spit was already seeping through and onto your folds. You whined and moved your hips up to meet his mouth, but he pulled back and roughly pushed you down with one hand. Eddie wrapped his arms around your thighs and continued his assault on your pussy with his mouth.
“Please.. take them off.” You begged, placing your hands on his forearms that were wrapped around your thighs.
“Mhm.. just cause you asked nicely.” He mumbled against you and nodded, smirking when you shivered.
Eddie hooked his fingers onto the waistband of your shorts and pulled them off, leaving your panties.
“W-wait-“
“y/n.” He gave you a stern look. You shut your mouth and pursed your lips as you frowned.
“Good girl.. fuck. You are just so good, you know that?” He huffed and shook his head with a grin, rubbing his hand over the soaking panties.
You wiggled around as he teased you, biting your tongue to not make so much noise.
“You made a mess in your panties, baby. Our juices are all mixed up in here.” He lightly slapped your pussy and looked at you through his bangs, eyes dark and brooding.
His tantalizing made you ache even more, your walls clenching around nothing. You yelped when he nibbled at your clit through your panties. His breath felt much hotter without the fabric of your shorts. He flicked his tongue over the soft thin cloth, kissed, licked more, and sucked. Your head was already spinning. Your thighs shook and you whined before he pulled away from you, lips glistening.
“Oh, were you about to cum?” He tilted his head at you. Your hands balled into fists and your teeth clenched.
“You.. you fuc-“
Eddie ripped your pretty lace panties to the side and licked a wide tongued stripe through your folds, your juices making a squelching sound against his mouth.
“O-oh mY GOD.” Your moans were pornographic, fingers fisting roughly into his hair.
He moaned against you and huffed out a laugh before swirling his tongue around. Your breathing became faster and faster.
“Baby.. please. Need to drink you up..” He breathed into you, your legs going slack in his arms and feeling numb.
Eddie’s fingers dug harshly into the meat of your thighs, his hips grinding into the mattress as you rolled your own up into his mouth. He whimpered when you said you were close, his own adrenaline kicking in even more as he was nearing the moment he could swallow your cum.
“Please.. please.. please..” He repeatedly mumbled and whined against your pussy, begging for you to give it to him.
He stuck his tongue out as far into your hole as he could and moved his pillowy lips over your clit. You lurched forward as he tongue fucked you, babbling curses as your legs shook uncontrollably, his tongue continuing to explore your insides. You swear you saw white and lost your hearing for a good moment as you cried out, climax hitting you like a freight train.
You lightly shoved his head away, heaving as you let your arms give out and flipped back onto the bed. Your body twitched from the overstimulation. His shirt you wore was clung to your body due to the thick layer of sweat on your skin, your hair all disheveled and wet. You were numb and in a daze as you stared at the ceiling and tried to catch your breath. You didn’t even feel the bed sink as Eddie moved up to you, his head leaning over yours and long curls ticking your face.
“You okay, sweet puss?” He smiled, his lips crooked and swollen, his hair a lot messier than yours.
You opened your mouth in disgust and furrowed your eyebrows, swatting his hair away from your face.
“Sweet pus-“ You sputtered.
“Yeah, cause your..” He motioned to your pussy.
“Okay- okay… I get it. Anyway, we are not done.” You waved your hands and slowly sat up, giving yourself a minute to fully collect yourself before looking him over. So. Fucking. Hot.
You moved onto your knees, his Corroded Coffin shirt draping down to your thighs and making you feel not so bare. You leaned forward and rubbed your hands on his knees, slowly working up to his pelvis. Eddie hissed when you dragged your nails across the skin of his torso to his collarbone. You placed your finger there, pushing him back lightly so he could sit up against his pillows. You caressed his chest, shoulders, and neck, feeling goosebumps spread across his skin. You kept one hand on the nape of his neck while you let the other wander down to his pants, groping his sick over the cloth of his pjs. His breath staggered hot against your ear, quiet hums coming from his throat.
Eddie turned his head to kiss you and you leaned away, shaking your head and smiling. It was your turn to torture him and he knew it, suddenly regretting his previous actions. He gulped anxiously, eyes glassy with lust.
He whimpered when you latched your lips onto his neck and sucked hungrily, the hand that was on his cock beginning to palm him harder. You messily kiss up to his jawline and across to the other side, the stubble a clear indicator that he lied about needing the aftershave. You smirked as you pulled back, looking at his hazy puppy dog eyes.
“Aftershave, huh?”
Eddie chewed on the inside of his lip and shrugged, looking away from you. “Can I.. uh” His eyes roamed his room. “Can I get a kiss?”
He looked up at you when you didn’t respond, his lips turning into a frown.
“Oh my god.. why do you have to look.. fuck.” You huffed before pressing your lips onto his, his arms leaving your sides almost immediately and holding you close.
You pulled away from him to kiss down his neck and chest, pushing your ass up as you licked down his body, resting your cheek against his clothed cock and looking up at him with doe eyes.
Eddie’s nostrils flared as he sharply inhaled, his chest rising when you nuzzled into his swollen head and kissed it.
“Awe.. got some precum already.” You licked at the cloth and gripped his shaft as you mouthed at his tip, salty fluid seeping onto your lips.
“H-holy.. fucking shit-“ He crossed his arms behind his head and leaned it back, his upper body going slack while his legs tensed underneath you. He looked at you through half hooded eyes, his pupils blown wide as you sloppily mouthed at his cock, and panted out praises.
You sat back on your heels and moved beside him. Eddie looked at you quizzically.
You pulled his guitar across the bed and placed it between your legs, quiet moans coming out as you rubbed your hips up into it.
Eddie palmed himself and groaned, licking his lips while he looked at where your pussy was meeting the edge of his guitar. He could see your slick smearing against the surface.
“Lick it.” He said, nodding his chin down toward the guitar. “Where my cum is, lick it.”
You nodded and wrapped your hand around its neck, moving your hand up and down slowly in a jerking off motion before laying it flat on the bed and licking where your hands just were- just like you did on his cock.
Eddie’s legs squirmed, spreading wider as he shoved his hands past his waistband and lightly pumped himself, thumb smearing his precum around his tip.
“Gonna jerk off while I watch you, hun.. keep going.” He sighed and bit down on his lip as his eyes stayed trained on your body. Your back was arched and ass in the air, shirt barely covering your skin.
He groaned with his jaw clenched when you licked down the neck and to his cum stain, licking around in circles. His breath was erratic as he stroked faster, eyes trailing over to your half empty glass of water.
He grabbed it with a shaky hand and reached it out to you.
“This too..” He quietly muttered, almost embarrassingly, as he continued to jerk off.
You smirked and grabbed the glass, finishing it off with one big swig before swirling your tongue around the rum and tasting his cum, moaning.
“O-oh my.. f-fucking hell” His whole body stretched out and he slid down the pillows, only half sitting up now. He let his head slack to the side, closing his eyes as he fucked up into his fist.
“Wanna- ahhmmm” Eddie whimpered and gasped for air as he was approaching his orgasm.
“Wanna fuck your throat darlin'… please, please. Need to cum in you.” He sputtered quickly, reaching for you with one hand while he jerked off with the other, his fingers only able to graze your arm.
“Oh.. is pretty body desperate now?” You tilted your head mockingly as he pouted and nodded, scooting up to him and leaning to place your hands on his thighs. You kneaded into his flesh and slid them up to his dick.
You pulled his waistband down and bit your lip, eyes widening when his dick popped out.
“God.. Eddie.” You gasped, hungrily dipping your head down and messily kissing his tip, one of his hands suddenly flying into your hair as he stuttered.
Your lips were all wet and sticky with his precum. He looked down at you, mouth slightly agape as his breath faltered.
Eddie grabbed his dick and pushed the tip harder against your lips, smearing it around like he was putting on lipstick for you.
“I could cum in your lipgloss, huh?” He whispered loud enough for you to hear.
“Look so pretty with it on, baby. Could taste me all day while in school..” He mumbled as he swiped the tip of his cock back and forth against your bottom lip.
You hummed and nodded, sticking your tongue out to lick the fluid off your lip and moaning at the taste. He laughed in pleasure like a mad man.
“Woah-ho-ho… ahh- you're so fucking perfect. My fucking sweetheart, just look at you. Jesus H CHRIST.” He grinned as you flattened your tongue, slapping his cock against it, and lifted his lips up to push it deeper into your mouth.
You closed your lips and gently sucked, your tongue working in slow circles around his swollen leaking head. Saliva began to dribble down his shaft and onto his fingers, coating his big rings and making them shine as he jerked himself into your mouth.
You moved his hand and pushed your head down more, his cock going further into your mouth until it met the back of your throat.
He moaned, head hitting against the wall as his pelvis flexed and his fist tightened in your hair.
“Shit shit shit… you can do it, Princess. Just hold it.” He encouraged you as you gagged and garbled. He knew you were inexperienced. But so was he.
You bobbed your head a few times before pulling away and gasping for air, tears rolling down your cheeks.
Eddie smiled proudly at you, humming as he wiped the tears and pushing you roughly back down.
“Mmm.. took me so well. C’mon, do it again. Proud of you, baby.” He slowly pressed your head down once he was in your mouth again, humming as you wiggled your tongue.
You sucked and licked as deep as you could without gagging for a couple minutes before taking him deeper, craving more praises from him. You held a deep breath as you moved your head back and forth to shove his cock into your throat.
He was about to say something but stopped, only stutters and loud pants pushing past his lips.
Eddie’s fist pulled your head back just a little before pushing it down again, repeating the movements a few times before beginning to fuck your throat. His flushed face was covered in a sheen of sweat, droplets rolling down his temples and into his hair.
As much as you wanted to open your eyes, you couldn’t. You were too focused on taking him as deep as he was pushing you, and flattening your tongue against his shaft. He fucked your throat as he whimpered and breathed erratically, fist shaking in your hair as he got closer to cumming. You moaned around him and gagged.
He pulled a hand up to his face and covered his eyes, scrunching them together as he struggled to hold in his orgasm. You’d only been sucking him off for not even ten minutes and he was already going to bust. He was embarrassed, to say the least. You noticed that he was silent for a moment and pulled off of him, sputtering and gasping as you finally were able to take in air.
"Eddie.." You looked at him with lust filled eyes, wrapping your hand around his cock and stroking him, fingers tightly gripping.
"Where do you wanna cum?" You asked, pushing your face closer to his.
"Here?-" You pointed to your mouth, sticking your tongue out. "- or here?" Then to your pussy.
Eddie looked like he was drunk, his eyes half closed and mouth lazily hanging open.
"I… I wanna fill you up everywhere, baby.." He softly said, sighing in pleasure as you jerked him faster.
"Ahhhh shit… fuck.. Mm, just like that-" He pulled you in for a kiss, licking into your mouth and groaning.
"Your…mouth. You're g-gonna swa- SHIT…" He mewled when you bent down and took his entire length into your mouth, sucking hard and bobbing your head, gargling saliva at the back of your throat as you drooled messily all over his dick.
"I can't.. mmmm- shit. I'm gonna cum."
"Uhhhhuh.. that's g-good. That feels a… w-wow.. amazing. Fuck.. FUCK"
His jaw dropped, eyebrows furrowing as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth, filthy slurping sounds filling his bedroom. You felt his dick harden even more, knowing he was very close. You hummed and moaned, hollowing your mouth a bit and making the lewd sounds louder.
"You're s-so beautiful, so good..taking me so good.. gonna fill you-..mmmm "
"g-gonna feed you my c..-cuhhm- oh shit oh shit Jesus fucking-" A guttural moan bubbled in his throat before it filled the room, incoherent babbling spilling from his lips as he road out his high. His hot cum spilled over your tongue and you immediately swallowed it as it continued to flow into your mouth. His window was open, and you suddenly heard the dog across the way starting to bark.
You sat up and coughed, not used to blow jobs at all, and swallowed a few times to clear your cum filled throat. It was a lot.
Eddie stared at you, his tired dark brown eyes glossed over and unmoving. You looked back and felt a blush creep onto your cheeks. The high had faded, and you were suddenly all too aware that you just had a very intense session of foreplay with your best friend. You were both inexperienced, so this whole thing was kind of intimate to you. You couldn't speak for him, though, and it made your stomach twist with anxiety.
You looked down to his softening cock, pulling his waistband up to cover it. He hissed at the contact, still sensitive from the intense orgasm.
"S-sorry.." You pulled your hands back to your lap.
"No, sweetheart, c'mere.." He held a limp arm out, motioning for you to lay with him.
Eddie's lips pulled into a grin that widened the closer you got to him. He rubbed your arm soothingly when you laid your body against his, propping yourself up on one arm and playing with his hair with the other.
"Pretty girl.." He muttered, lifting a hand and holding your cheek, rubbing his thumb on your cheekbone.
You scrunched your nose and looked away. His gaze was so heavy.
"That was craaazy." He chuckled, rubbing a hand over his face and sighing as he turned his head to look at the ceiling.
You hummed and nodded in agreement, still feeling self conscious. Eddie's eyes flicked over to you when you didn't say anything after a while, eyebrows pinching in concern.
"Hey.. what's up?" He pulled you in with both of his arms so that your chest was pressed into his, your head laying against his tattoo.
"Don't want anything to be weird for us… you know." You mumbled, finger poking at the random freckles on his chest.
He huffed at a laugh and looked at you like you were stupid, pushing hair from your face and pressing into your forehead with his finger.
"Wow. You're dumb. Like, more than me." He blew a raspberry and shook his head, a wide smile returning to his face as he looked at you lovingly.
You smiled and hid your face. It's Eddie.. of course he wouldn't let this ruin your friendship. You couldn't let your nerves take over. You felt dumb, as he said, for even allowing yourself to think so.
Eddie took a deep breath and sat up with you in his arms. He cradled you and bowed his head down, hair curtaining around both of your faces as he rubbed his nose against yours, pecking your lips a couple times before pulling away. You moved off of him before he rolled off the bed. He stretched and groaned, twisting his body around and rolling his shoulders before squinting at the clock on his dresser. His eyes widened.
"Shit! It's 1am!" He put a hand to his head and looked at you in shock. "We were at it for almost 2 fucking hours!?"
You giggled and shrugged, holding a pillow tight to your chest.
"We have to sleep.. got school in the morning and still need to swing by your place in the morning for clothes.." He walked to the edge of his bed to fix the pillows, head still shaking in disbelief at the time.
Eddie gave you a glass of water and a clean towel so you could clean yourself off, slapping your ass before you slid into the bathroom. He prepared his stuff for the following morning and shut off the TV.
Once you were both tucked into his bed he set his morning alarm and stole a few glances at you. You were in deep thought as you looked at the posters on his walls, head resting against his pillows. He wanted to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle his face into your neck. Instead, he turned off the light and silently laid beside you.
"Sweetheart…" He whispered, toes wiggling against your foot.
"Hm?"
He was silent for a moment.
". . . I'm hungry."
"Eddie. Go to sleep." You groaned and laughed into the pillow.
He dramatically whined and kicked his feet before turning on his side. It was silent for about twenty minutes and you were sure he was asleep, until he silently scooted himself backwards so you were pressed into his back. You smiled to yourself, warmth spreading inside your chest. You leaned your head into his shoulder blade and fell asleep shortly after.
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[ read part one w/ price here ! ]
reader who would rather skydive without a parachute than have their self sufficiency questioned vs cod men [ 2 / ? ]
könig assumed that when you invited him to bake with you, it was going to be a cute little activity for the two of you to do. a simple afternoon in your kitchen, making some baked goods to enjoy later.
he could not be more fucking wrong. you bake up a storm, leaving trails of flour, baking soda, sugar and whatever other substances you've used in your wake. you also seem to be eyeballing every single measurement. it's chaos. he's never seen a more disorganized process of making red velvet cupcakes.
the worst part is, könig can't seem to understand why he's even there.
"hey can you pass me th— nevermind, i got it." you say, standing on the tips of your toes to reach a bag of chocolate chips which was just a little too high. he's just a whole 6'10 ft of useless, standing in your kitchen, and getting in the way.
so instead of waiting for instructions, he choses to make himself helpful by attempting to clean as you bake. it works smoothly for the most part. he wipes up any milk you've spilt on the counter, places a batter covered spoon in the sink to be washed later (not before taking a little taste of course... and mess be damned, you're good at baking even if the sample he got was raw), and moves the bowls you don't quite need yet out of the way.
everything is going fine. you're talking to him like this is the most calming activity on earth and he's replying with little hums of acknowledgement and nods as he swiftly tries to get a little more batter from the whisk you've just stopped using.
"hey— no. you're gonna get sick. there's raw egg in there." you chide, just as he's about to sneak a lick. he wonders how you even noticed, considering you seem to be using 110% of your concentration on filling up the cupcake liners with just enough batter for each cupcake to be roughly the same size, which happens to be the only semblance of consistency you've had this entire baking session.
"i'm not going to die because of a little batter." he counters, amused by your concern. he can't help but chuckle.
you snort, rolling your eyes. "famous last words of an impatient man."
eventually, your baking frenzy subsides. the red velvet cupcakes are cooled after being pulled fresh out of the oven, you've made an insanely good homemade cream cheese icing to go on top (which you begrudgingly allow him one taste of. one.), and it's time to decorate. you've piped on most of the icing already, but the unsatisfied stare you give your baked goods allows him to piece together it isn't over yet.
"i think these need sprinkles." you murmur after a moment. your eyes glance around and eventually land on possibly the highest shelf in the kitchen. where the sprinkles just so happen to be. he tries to supress laughter when he sees the disbelief on your face. "motherfu—"
"i will get it." könig interrupts, stepping towards the shelf. you step in front of him, blocking him from getting there, hauling a chair with you.
"nope. won't need to. 'm innovative." he watches you set up the chair and get ready to climb up— only to gently grab your forearm and tug you back.
"famous last words of a stupid person." he scoffs, echoing your words from earlier.
you shoot him an exasperated look as you wriggle out of his grasp.
"c'mon, i do this like, what— all the time? hasn't killed me yet." you say, pointing at the shelf. "it's not that high. i'll just climb up to reach it."
"or you could swallow your pride and allow me to get it."
"and what fun would that be?"
he sighs at your response, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he mutters something to himself. probably in german. not like you could hear. you were too busy staring up at the shelf and getting the chair set up.
on one hand, könig wants to help to prevent you from potentially falling and eating shit, but on the other, he knows you well enough to understand there's no stopping you. so instead, he settles for a compromise.
könig moves the chair out of the way.
"i said, i'm getting it by myself. i kinda need the chair for that." you huff, glancing back at him, only to watch as he lowers himself, arms wrapping around your legs. "hey wh—"
before you can process, you're hoisted up into the air with a startling ease.
"alright," he isn't even trying to hide his smirk as he lifts you up, high enough to reach the shelf, "you can get it."
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heyy! can i req one with hotch where reader cuts herself on broken glass and hotch frets over her bc i just had that happen to me and BOY am i not feeling good 😀👍 ily tyy!!
love u! ty for requesting ♡
cw injury
The mistake is always, always, trying to catch what you've dropped. You flinch down as the fragments of a glass cooking dish jump up and spread out across the kitchen floor —a gasp of pain, a hurting heat.
"Ah," you hiss, turning your hand as blood drips down your wrist. "Shit."
You rush away from the mess to the sink and turn the cold water on high. Your hand burns as you push it under the spray, and the water gains a weak orange tinge as it drains.
"Did something break?" Hotch calls.
You tip your head back, watching him approach from the hall. "I cut my hand."
His expression changes from chagrined to concerned. "Oh, wow," he says, skirting around the circle of glass, "did you throw it?"
"It slipped putting it back on the top shelf."
Hotch brushes some glass aside with his shoe and stands behind you, taking your hand in his to pull from under the water. "How do I know you didn't break it so I'll stop asking you to do the dishes?"
"Very funny. Oh…"
"Two cuts," he worries, stretching your hand open carefully to point them out. A thin one stretches up through the top of your hand and up to your index finger. The second is worse to look at just below it. "Hey, it's fine."
You turn your face away from the sight and incidentally into his. "Ew, I don't want to see." You peek at it.
Hotch laughs and encourages your hand back under the faucet's running water. "Don't look at it, honey. I'll take care of it."
He has to walk a long circle around the shards to the cabinet where you keep odd things. He seems both alert and calm as he grabs the first aid kit and returns, clicking it open on the counter and setting out a couple of things. "I'll put a butterfly stitch on the deeper one," he suggests, sliding into the box with his fingertip. "And a bandage, I think. It's not the most convenient place to have cut yourself, honey."
"That's what I was aiming for," you mumble, wincing at the feeling of your hand as it numbs with the cold water, "convenience."
He hums, a warm sound, and presses his thumb to the crook of your elbow briefly. "Let's dry you off."
He dries your hand with care. The deeper cut continues bleeding, and so he holds a piece of gauze to it firmly and apologises with a much softer tone for the pain it causes. He checks intermittently to see if it's stopped, unafraid to press himself right up to your side, his breath fanning against your neck the only sound beside the drip of the tap and your own shallower breaths.
He applies the butterfly stitch, trims the little wing so it doesn't irritate the second cut, and leans down to kiss your wrist.
"What's that for?" you ask.
"Healing properties."
You laugh. "Really, Hotch?"
He ignores your question, covering the weepy cut with a square of gauze and wrapping your hand in a spool of bandaging and tucking the end into your wrist.
"It's overkill," he admits, taking you by the shoulders to kiss your cheek. He lingers there for a comforting second before pulling away. "How do you feel?"
"Fine. It's stinging like crazy."
"I'll clean this glass and make it up to you."
"It's not your fault."
"That's not what I said."
Hotch makes you a coffee somewhere between vacuuming and sweeping. You sip at it, watching in affection as he wipes a wad of damp paper towels. You don't need to do that, you'd said, frowning as your love sunk down onto his knees. You like to walk around without your shoes on, he'd said, of course I need to.
It wasn't his responsibility. Your hand hurts but doesn't hinder. You could've cleaned it all yourself, there was no need for all the fuss, and still he did it without a second thought. He throws the paper towels away and washed his hands, damp fingers pressed to your neck as he leans down to kiss you. "Be careful of the wet floor, honey," he says, a hand trailing down your arm to the beginning of the bandage. "How's it feeling now? Still hurting?"
You kiss your silly, overprotective sweetheart before you can think better of it. "It's okay. Thank you," you say in the slim gap of your lips.
"It's nothing," he says, squeezing your wrist gently. "You're very welcome."
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Ellie x reader where they take nudes of each other on a Polaroid camera they found on a patrol and completely forget about them until someone finds them🫣😭
May or may not have written a whole ass one shot because this got me so inspired lol. Thank you for requesting this; Enjoy anon xx
Warnings: Sexual overtones and some sexual stuff sorta but not really, swearing, & use of marijuana.
Word Count: 2.5k
Anytime you and your girlfriend Ellie were put on a patrol route together, you could feel the giddiness exploding between both of you.
On a usual day where one of you had the day off and the other was out on work duties, the one at home would be sitting around, bored, and attempting to busy themselves until their girlfriend returned safe and sound. But today was one of those lucky days where you both were needed on the patrol route.
The start of patrol was pretty chill as both of you alternated between sifting through withered buildings and riding along on your horses, allowing time to appreciate the scenery of the area around in the downtime you had.
"Hey, let's check out that building with the camera sign," Ellie spoke as she rode on her horse directly next to you, pointing her finger in the direction of a storefront sized building.
You peered in the direction she was pointing at before looking back at her with an accepting shrug, "I'm down if you are."
The both of you guided your horses over in the direction of the building before leaving the animals to stand side by side, just a few feet from the broken glass door that went into the, what you assumed to be, old camera store.
"Check this shit out", Ellie said with excitement in her tone as her bright eyes marveled at the colorful, peeled wallpaper and exposed brick in a building that had to have been the ideal modern storefront before all of the infected shit happened.
You squealed as you quickly walked over to a massive bookshelf set on a wall. Several scrap pieces of cardboard and glass littered the shelf, but what your eye had been after was the books that were some how still set on the shelf as if the world hadn't completely shifted since they were first placed on the shelf.
You picked one of the books up, shoving off the layers upon layers of dust and debris that had gathered over the years, until you could make out the title on the cover, 'Camera's Throughout the Years'.
"Shit, look at this babe!"
You glanced over your shoulder to Ellie who was holding what appeared to be an oblong, square shaped, object.
Immediately, you walked over to her as she stared at this object that nearly looked futuristic to the both of you.
" What is it?", you said, tracing your finger along the thing in question.
"Hell if I know," Ellie shrugged, pressing all of the buttons on the mystery item in hopes that it would somehow start talking or moving or..doing whatever the hell its purpose was.
"Let me see if its in this book".
Quickly, you removed the cover of the book and flipped through the pages, scanning the table of contents in search of info, until you came across a diagrammed image of what appeared to be the very thing set in Ellie's hands.
"El, I think I've got it!"
Ellie was quick to move the camera away from her face and look down at the book you held in the palms of your hands.
"Looks like it's something called a Polaroid Camera." Your eyes were still scanning the book as quickly as you could as your fingers followed along with the typed words on the page.
"I think if you press the button over..here on the right..," your eyes were fixated on the object in Ellie's hand and she couldn't help but admire the way your eyes were squinted in concentration as your tongue slightly peaked out between your parted lips.
"...and just lift up on this part...it should open up."
It took you a couple tries, but eventually the top part began to move upwards until it was sitting straight up, exposing a fully intact Polaroid Camera.
"Holy shit dude!", Ellie exclaimed, eyes wild and smile never ending as she examined everything (and I mean everything) about the cameras exterior.
You rattled off the instructions on how to use it as Ellie continued to marvel at the object.
"Looks like we need films in order to use it El," you said with disappointment in your voice, "...unless."
Ellie could tell the wheels in your brain were turning as you looked the camera up, down, side to side; quickly, she handed it over to you.
"Holy shit, there's still film in this thing."
"You've got to be shitting me?!"
"Look!" You exclaimed, showing Ellie the little box of film that was still snugged inside of the square shaped compartment at the very bottom of the camera.
"Should we...test it out?"
"Oh most definitely", you replied to Ellie as you pulled the camera up to your face and looked through it's small view finder.
"Smile for me El."
Immediately, Ellie pulled up her hand to cover her face from the camera, "No fucking way."
You pouted, but continued to follow Ellie with the camera persistently, "Please El."
"What's in it for me?" Ellie smirked, bringing her hand down in order to cross both of her arms in front of her body, just below her chest.
You removed your eye from its focus on the viewfinder and lowered the camera down away from your face with an annoyed, yet amused grin.
"Oh god."
"What?"
"You know what Ellie."
Ellie walked over to you until her feet were planted on the cracked wood floor with the tips of both of your shoes touching. "Enlighten me then."
Smugly, you moved your face ever so slightly towards Ellie, which didn't go unnoticed by her. "You're never fair with your little games."
"What games", Ellie shrugged, fully playing the part of an innocent victim (which she wasn't).
"Mmmm okay."
"Okay," Ellie mimicked, trying to match your tone.
You weren't one to back down from a challenge to one up your stubborn girlfriend and now wasn't any different.
"You really wanna go there?" You moved your body forward, making Ellie nearly fall backwards from your gentle, yet sturdy nudge as she stood directly in front of you.
"Go where?"
"Shut up Ellie," you continued your nudging, but this time you didn't stop. The both of you continued on with Ellie walking backwards and you walking forwards directly into her.
"Make me."
Ellie watched as, the moment the words left her mouth, your innocent eyes seemed to cloud with devilish intention.
Gently, you placed your free hand on top of Ellies and guided until it was landing on your clothed chest; Ellie's pulse instantly began to quicken as her mind and emotions shifted from playful to aroused.
FLASH!
A strong beam of white light over took the dimly lit store as the sound of the film being spat out of the camera took over the only sound in the store, that is until Ellie let out a "What the fuck!"
You backed away from your girlfriend with a playful smile as you moved the camera away from your face and shook the film in your hand; again, doing just as the book advised.
"Babe cmon on," Ellie protested, trying to grab the film out of your hand.
"El, don't you want to see what your face looks like when you grab my boob?"
"No actually, I'd rather just see your boob."
You playfully scoffed, "Maybe you will if you stop being so difficult."
At that, Ellie stopped attempting to grab the photo in your hand, "You better be for real."
You shook your head, "You're ridiculous, you know that,"
Ellie's soft yet playful smile made you crack a genuine smile as you reached out for her hand, intertwining the tip of both of your fingers.
"Awww Ellie", immediately you cradled the photo to your chest with your free hand.
It only took a quick look, but the photo was preciously adorned with Ellie and an awestruck look on her face that made her features seem so soft and relaxed.
Ellie rolled her eyes, still wearing a smile that let you know she was appreciating your admiration for her looks, "Yeah yeah."
"You look so cute dude. I'm going to put this up in my place."
Ellie couldn't help her smile now, not even bothering to attempt to cover it up as you clutched it to your chest with two hands now, gleaming right back at her.
"I guess, it's time for your end of the deal now," you spoke slowly, raising the camera up and out to hand over to Ellie.
"What do you mean?", she questioned.
You smirked, moving your arms out of your shirt until it was lifted up & over your head.
"Wha-what are yo-you.."
Before Ellie could finish her stuttering sentence, your shirt was being discarded onto the ground, leaving you standing in your dusted jeans and grey sports bra.
Your hand out stretched to Ellie, beckoning her to come closer to you, which she happily accepted.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ellie said as she now stood just a bout a foot or so in front of you.
"Helping you get your picture." Suddenly your hands were slowly reaching for the bottom hem of the only fabric that was covering your chest.
"Babe."
"Hmm?", you hummed, lifting the fabric off of your top half until it was discarded alongside your shirt, leaving your chest naked, much to Ellies pleasure.
"Holy Shit." Ellie admired quietly, her eyes naturally raking over your chest and then back up to your eyes. "Are you asking me to take a picture of..you know," Ellie motioned her hand in the general area of where your tits were.
The mix of nervousness and astonishment in Ellie's voice was something you wished you could recored to play on repeat for those days when she was out on patrol without you.
As you stared at your girlfriend, giving her a smile, she didn't think twice about lifting the camera up to her face.
"All you do is put your eye in that little Hole right there and press the red button on the side," you explained, but if Ellie was being honest, she was only half able to comprehend any of your words. She was much too preoccupied with the way your tits were naked for her to devour with her eyes..and now to capture and have for..whenever the occasion arose.
As Ellie peered through the viewfinder, her cheeks reddened as you shifted your shoulders back, making your tits that much more pronounced and ready for her to bring her lips to.
Ellies pointer finger held down the shutter as the familiar noise of the film ejecting itself echoed through the store.
"It'll take a second for it to-"
Ellie interrupted you by quickly placing the camera and it's fresh film onto the nearby shelf and pining your back against the red brick accent wall, surely leaving slight scratches along your bare back.
You gleamed up at her as you wrapped your arms around her neck; it didn't take long for her lips to come into contact with yours in a harsh kiss that was dripping in longing.
Ellie let out a chuckle as her lips removed themselves from yours, "Maybe we should take this along so we could..take some more."
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A Week Later
"Shut the fuck up Jesse," Ellie nudged her friend with her shoulder as the alcohol in his body made him giggle like a school child next to her.
Ellie and her friend in tow were crunching their way through the snow covered roads as they got closer and closer to the front door of her house after a night out of catching up.
Ellies hand twisted on the doorknob as she flicked on a lamp and stabbed her knife into a nearby table.
"Let me find my weed real quick then we can smoke up."
Jesse nodded, removing both his boots & coat before flopping down on Ellie's couch.
Jesse had been to your home many times before, probably having it subconsciously memorized if you had quizzed him on all the contents of your home...but something caught his eye this time that seemed out of place.
As Ellie went to her bathroom, grabbing the small tin that held potent smelling greenery, Jesse's curiosity got the better of him.
Peaking out from underneath one of Ellie's sketchbooks was the corner of...something..an object that Jesse couldn't fully make out. Looking around quickly, Jesse sneakily thumbed the corner of the object, sliding it out from underneath the leather bound book, until...it was revealed.
His cheeks grew red at the polaroid of you and your naked chest staring back at him, making him forcefully tuck it back underneath the sketchbook.
"Two pre-rolled joints coming up," with every word, Ellie's voice came closer and closer until she was in full view and plopping down on the couch next to her sheepish looking friend.
"Here", Ellie's long fingers pinched the edge of the joint as she passed it over to Jesse, but he didn't take it right away.
"Jess?"
"Hmm? Oh, sorry", Jesse's eyes must've been deer in the headlights worthy as Ellie scanned him with a furrowed brow.
"You good?"
"Yeah. Fine."
"You don't seem fine," Ellie chuckled as she held the lighter up to the white stick in her mouth until it was smoking at the end.
Jesse took the lighter Ellie held out to him, lighting his joint with a look of disassociation still evident on his face.
"Dude, what's up with you?", Ellie questioned as she exhaled.
Jesse gulped after taking the first hit and breathing the smoke out through his nose and mouth.
"You uh..you may want to try to hide this better."
Ellie looked confused at her best friend, "Hide what?"
The substance was beginning to relax Jesse more as he felt the weight on his shoulders soften and his once mortified eyes beginning to fall more closed than usual.
He chuckled, moving his eyes down to Ellie's sketchbook, doing his best to give her the hint without him having to actually say that he found her girlfriends nudes.
"What the hell are you on Jesse", Ellie chuckled, deeply inhaling and eyeing her friend.
Jesse sighed before bringing his hand down to Ellie's sketchbook, tapping his finger against the corner of the polaroid picture that had been revealed to his eyes just minutes ago.
Suddenly, Ellie's squinted pupils grew wider than ever as she came around to what he was talking about.
"Shit," she said, grabbing her sketchbook quickly, but forgetting that the intimate photo that Jesse found wasn't the only one set underneath the journal.
Jesse's eyes subconsciously dragged over to the..not so safe for work images of you, Ellie, and one of Ellie's hand wrapped around what he assumed to be her girlfriends neck.
"Fucking hell Ellie!" Jesse covered his eyes quickly as if somehow that would magically erase the images that were sure to burn into your mind for the foreseeable future.
"Damn it-Fuck, fuck fuck," Ellie swore as she grabbed the remainder of the images, placing them completely hidden under her sketchbook that was now on her bedside table.
"I-I'm so sorry Jesse."
But Jesse was much too fucked up by now to be able to be bothered by the accident, all his mind thought to do was begin laugh vigorously as his hand vibrated as it rested on top of his abdomen.
"Hey, fuck off," Ellie said as she began to lose the embarrassment as she playfully taunted her friend before once again sitting down next to him on the couch.
"I see why you date her," Jesse quipped, his laughter still spilling out to the point where it was difficult for him to get even one word out.
Ellie wasn't sure if it was the weed beginning to do it's job, the situation that had just happen, or a good combination of both, but she too began laughing hysterically and playfully hit Jesse's shoulder.
"Erase that shit from your brain dude."
"Oh don't worry," Jesse nodded through red rimmed eyes, "I'm going to try to."
#Ellie williams#Ellie williams x reader#Ellie fic#tlou#tlou2#the last of us#the last of us part 2#Ellie the last of us#Ellie williams smut#kinda?#my writing
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It's Better On Top
i relate cause this was me a few months ago.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 5.3K
Warnings: small smut scene, overprotective brothers and a small spiral of panic
Summary: you've always wanted to sleep on the top bunk of a bunk bed, it was sacrier than you thought and you need your boyfriend to help you get down
There was a child-like wonder to Peter’s room.
The wall’s were a muted tone, chosen by whichever maintenance man who hated the idea of color. To make up for the lack of personality he’s added his own. Posters from being a tween till now, you could make out the older ones by the wrinkles in the edges. Pictures from all ages bounced around the room, ones with May, Ned and you. You always liked to fawn over his childhood ones, he looked so small and loving. He’d gladly follow you in the back of the van to see your new puppy, a favorite is one where he’s perched on May’s shoulders so happy to be up high.
Awards and certificates of his genius covered any empty spots, only small peeks of the bland wall poked through. He had trinkets all around, figurines and collectables. He kept his prized ones on a shelf where he dusted once a week, the others floated on shelves, windowsills, or his desk. And the legos, he had sets everywhere, he hated breaking them apart after. It wasn’t about maintaining a pretty thing, it was about appreciating his frustration, concentration, and pride.
He can do hard things because they turn out beautiful in the end.
You caught the loose pieces, tucked in a plastic tub under his bed.
His bed. Your favorite part of his room, he had something you’ve always wanted before. You begged your parents for years but they never delivered, you never had friends with one either. They just looked so fun, a permanent sleepover. Something to open the room, more space to play. When you first came over to his house you stood in awe, he had one. It was too soon to ask, and you waited until the moment striked.
Tonight was the night you would finally fulfill your childhood dreams and sleep on the top bunk of a bunk bed.
“Question.”
Peter looked up from his desk for a moment, his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth slunk back in. He answered your words with a raised eyebrow, he grunted looking at his suit sewing up the shoulder.
“Can I sleep on the top bunk tonight?”
His eyes flickered up to the top, then back to his suit.
“Why do you wanna do that? I sleep on the bottom bunk, you know.” He tugged the thread tightly.
You do know, you’ve never been on top though. It felt like a summer camp, as you imagine. You’ve never been to one, you wonder if Peter has. To sleep in the same room as Peter, arm lengths away, to have him softly snoring underneath you as you count the stress fractures on his ceiling sounded blissful.
“I’ve never slept on a bunk bed.”
Peter looks at you and grins, “You sleep on it with me.”
You roll your eyes, “Yeah but I’ve never had the sleepover bunk bed experience.”
He drops his hands for a moment, “You never told me that, we could’ve done that ages ago baby.”
You perk up, “So tonight?”
Peter smiles softly, “I don’t know the last time the sheets were washed, I’ll set it up for you and I promise next time you can.”
You bounce up and down on his bed, you can’t help yourself. You’re just so excited, you leap up to cross the room to press kisses to his face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He laughed as he lightly pushed you off him, “If I had known it would make you this happy I would’ve had you up there a million times by now.”
You squeeze at him before clasping your hands, “It’s gonna be so fun, Petey. It’ll be like summer camp!”
He raised an eyebrow, “Does that make me your counselor?”
You ran your index finger down his chest and lowered your voice, “Shit sexy, you could be my camp director.”
He matched your energy, “I’ll direct your camp.”
You tried to bite back a smile, right before you broke it he sucked a breath through his teeth.
“That was bad.”
“It was.”
“Swing and a miss.”
“If you’re on my mound you won’t be missing.”
Peter fake gagged, “You’re just as bad as me, get away you’re radiating bad flirting vibes and it’s affecting me.”
You gasp and smack his shoulder, “Take it back! I’m not a bad flirt!”
He nods and puts on a dumb voice, “Okay.”
You cross your arms and narrow your eyes, Peter takes in your movements and gasps.
“Don’t you dare.”
“I will if you don’t take it back.”
“It’s not my fault you’re radiating bad flirting vibes.”
“That’s it, you have two seconds or the legislation is being enacted.”
Peter holds his breath and winces, he’s not breaking. Neither are you.
“I tried being reasonable, Parker. You’ve lost kissing privileges until you repent for your sins against hot, excellent flirter girlfriends.”
He holds a fist in the air and cries out, “Noooooo!”
“That doesn’t sound like an apology to me, me and my lonely lips are going back to your bed, where they will stay until I get a heartfelt apology.”
Peter pulled at the thread on his needle with his teeth snapping it. He tossed his suit on his desk and pulled at your arm as you walked away from him, spinning you around he pulled you into his lap and kissed you repeatedly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Each apology wrapped with a kiss. You giggled and kicked your feet and you pushed at his jaw but he insisted on kissing your jaw and neck.
“Okay, okay! Sins repented!”
“Did I do enough hail mary’s, my priest?” A wet kiss placed at your jawline.
“What kind of roleplay is this?” Peter jumped slightly, May was leaning in the doorway.
“I had to repent for my sins, May. I was just making sure I was in the clear.”
“He said I had bad flirting vibes, May. The boy had to be punished.”
May ran one index finger over the over in a ‘shame’ motion, “Shame.”
Peter groaned, “I repented! The priest gives me the pass, go back to Jeopardy, May.”
May raised her hands, “Alright, children of god. Dinner in an hour.”
She turned slowly as she walked away, “No more sinning under my roof, Peter. You’re on thin ice as is.”
He turned to whisper to you, “Did she just tell me I was going to hell?”
You nodded quickly and matched his tone, “Yeah baby, she did.”
Peter scoffed and looked at his suit with a sigh, “And just when a guy thinks he’s won enough good karma he’s tossed back in the hole.”
“I bet it's lonely down there.”
“And cold.”
“I picture rain.”
“Yeah, but it’s only on me so I can’t escape it.”
“Like one of those cartoons with the clouds above their head?”
“Exactly.”
“Damn. Well, I’ll send a postcard from heaven.”
“That is literally so toxic, get off of me.”
You threw your head back laughing as Peter lightly pushed at your thighs.
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You couldn’t help the wicked grin that crossed your face, Peter Parker was many things but number one on the list is best boyfriend ever.
He had sent you a picture of the top bunk, it was taken from the ladder. A new set of sheets and your favorite throw blanket you kept on the couch was tucked in the corners of the bed. His childhood teddy bear was tucked in the railing against the wall, a small paper he wrote on was taped to the wall, you couldn’t read it over the phone.
‘Guess who’s gonna have the best sleepover of their life.’ Was the text sent with it, you couldn’t help but send one back of your cheesy grin. ‘Did I ever mention how much I love you?’
‘Once or twice, it doesn't hurt to hear it again.’
‘I love my handsome, thoughtful boyfriend.’
He sent a questioning emoji, ‘You have another boyfriend?’
‘It’s amazing how you can be lovely and toxic at the same time.’
‘Like a fuckin mirror babe.’
You grunted at the phone with narrowed eyes.
‘Be safe tonight, don’t die pls.’
‘I have a very important sleepover and my girlfriend is losing her bunk bed virginity, (twice) so I can’t die, the gods have spoken it into existence.’
‘Just for that comment, I lied. I wasn’t a virgin.’
‘Trust me, you were.’
You sent a grumpy face, ‘I’ll see you tonight, I love you.’
‘Love you too, baby.’
You could hardly count the minutes down until Peter got back from patrol and sent you the come over text, as silly as it was it felt like it was healing your inner childhood. Not to mention, unknown to you, Peter totally leaned into it and was committed to give you the best sleepover ever, snacks and drinks and take out and movies and everything you could want at a sleepover was carefully planned.
Staring at your dresser you contemplated showing up in pajamas or bringing a bag, you figured you should bring some real clothes just in case but you were committed to wearing one of his shirts with some pajama shorts, ones he would say were delicious on you. They were too short for you to bravely wear them on the bus so you begged your brother to take you, it only cost you twenty bucks, he let you off easy.
You knew he was busy swinging and you always hated the idea of sending him a text while he was possibly in the middle of kicking someone's ass and throwing him off, however, this was life or death.
‘Are we eating at yours or should I eat here?’
‘I planned on chinese, I should be home in an hour or two.’
"Sounds yummy, let me know when you’re on the way home, it only cost me a twenty to get a ride.’
‘Highway robbery, man up and strap some webshooters to those wrists.’
‘I’d die and you would be happy.’
‘Cash in on that life insurance.’
‘I knew you were with me for my money.’
‘And dat ass.’
‘I’m taking a shower.’
“Ooh, take a picture.’
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You resorted to painting your toenails and watch a quick murder mystery video on youtube while you waited for Peter to call, the waiting was always the hardest part, you were selfish and wanted him when you wanted him, you just had to remind yourself it’s just like he has a normal job but with better flexibility.
It didn’t make it easier, you still wanted Peter more than the city deserved Spider-Man. You would never tell him that.
You steady your hand as you applied the second coat, you took the shower first and wouldn’t be able to wash away the color that went out of line.
Your phone lit up with a picture of Peter, he was rubbing at his eye with a soft grin, caught before a yawn. It was the morning of a sleepover and you caught him before he made you breakfast and smothered you in kisses between May’s wandering eyes.
“Hello lover.” You drawled out the words like you weren’t waiting for his call.
“Hey trouble.” His voice was as smooth as aged scotch on the rocks
You heard him breathe in quickly as the air wooshed by him, he was heading home you assume.
“I’m gonna stop and get us dinner, head over in ten, okay baby?”
“Get me soup too, please!”
“Got it. Wait, should I get your brother something?”
“Are you trying to wine and dine my sibling?” You giggle into the phone.
“I’m trying to make him like me.”
“Crab rangoons are a start.”
“He’s gonna be my bitch in five years, just you wait.”
“Playing the long game are you?”
“You know, if you want to slip how good of a boyfriend I am for fulfilling your childhood dream on that car ride I wouldn’t object.”
“Petey, honey. He doesn’t give a shit about my childhood dreams.”
“Siblings are brutal. Thank god I’m an only child.”
“I’ll get him to come inside, you can bro hug or whatever and give him his rangoons and he’s guaranteed gonna tell me you’re cool later in private.”
“You’re the bestest, see you soon, trouble.”
“Love youuuuu.”
The second you hung up you nearly kicked the door in at your brother's room and told him he had five minutes before he had to tote you across town, per agreement.
Minutes later you were riding in silence as he blasted a new playlist, you would never admit it but you found some good songs from him. At a red light he rested his hand on his gear shift, picking at his bottom lip he tried subtle conversation.
“Are you gonna need a ride home tomorrow or will the kid take care of it?”
“If you don’t feel like picking me up then Peter, my boyfriend, will take me home.” Then follow up with, “Or maybe stay another night.”
He shakes his head quickly, “I’ll pick you up, just text me when.”
“He’s coming on the trip this year, you have to be nice. He’s nice, he’s good to me.” You say his name softly, he’s told you before that it’s just him fearing for your heartbreak, something Peter could cause and he would have to watch you heal from that. He knows how true heartbreak feels and he would never want you to feel that too, he thought he was dying.
He accelerated at the green light.
“I don’t hate the kid, I just don’t like him.”
You sigh, “You can call him by his name, you won’t summon him I promise.”
“He’s nice, I’ll throw you that bone.”
“Just nice?”
“He seems to treat you alright, rare to have a freakishly chivalrous guy this day in age.”
“I’m telling Peter you said that, he’s so anxious about you hating him. He is so desperate for your approval it’s kinda sad.”
“Don’t! Intimidation is the only thing I have over him.”
You know he jokes about messing Peter up if he dares dump you but you know it’s all talk.
“You really think Peter’s gonna dump me?”
“Between the two of you? Yeah. You could never do it.”
You snort, “He said the exact same about himself.”
Your brother just hums and turns the music back up, there was no need to ask for directions, he’s been on this route hundreds of times in the past almost year.
When he pulled to the curb you made a puppy dog face, “will you please come up? I have something you need to bring home and I don’t want to have to go up and down twice.”
He pulled his eyebrows in, “You can’t bring it home tomorrow?”
Shit.
“No, mom needs it now. I forgot to ask Peter to bring it over earlier.”
“What is it?”
“C’mon, please! It’ll take five minutes.”
He stared at you before groaning and throwing his seat belt off, ripping the key from the ignition. Without waiting on you he opened his door and started walking to the entrance making you scramble to escape the seat and power walking to catch up.
You walked in on him mass spamming the elevator button as if it would make it come faster, “what floor is the kid on again?”
“Peter.” you enunciated, “Lives on floor seven.”
“Right.”
He knocked, no, pounded on the door. Peter swung the door open fast, half worried you were desperate to get in but rather met with your brother's face. He quickly reset himself and smiled before opening the door for you to enter, Peter held out his hand for a shake with a nod of his name.
Your brother shook his hand firmly, “Pecker.”
“Peter!” you corrected, loudly.
Peter waved it off, “close enough.” Then made his way to you leaning in for a quick kiss, “Hi, trouble.” You couldn’t help the smile. “Hi, handsome.” He gave you a squeezing hug and mumbled in your ear as he softly swayed you, “I missed you,”
Your brother let out a gag, “alright what did you need me to bring home, this place reeks of Parker.”
“Ah! I got you these,” he hopped into the kitchen to grab the small take away box. “Crab rangoons.” Peter nodded at the container as he handed it out, your brother took it wearily, “I don’t normally accept bribes but this one slides, that’s-“ he made eye contact with you, “very nice of you.”
You nodded your head and couldn’t help the growing grin, then he realized your game and gave a nod at Peter then turned to leave he pointed at you, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”
“Oh you don’t have to, I can bring her home.”
Your brother looked over his shoulder at him, then repeated himself “I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”
When the door shut loudly Peter looked at you with an excited face, “that went well, right? He only referred to me as a penis once!” You smiled before grabbing at his shoulders moving him to the couch and straddling him, Peter rested his palms on your thighs lightly tapping them, his eyebrows raised waiting for you to talk.
“He didn’t want me to tell you this but because I love you, and I’m starting to feel extreme pity for you-“
“Thanks, baby.” A squeeze.
“-Welcome, he told me in the car that he thinks you’re nice and you treat me freakishly well, so in his words, “I don’t hate the kid, I just don’t like him.””
“At this rate he may even tolerate me by the time we go on vacation.”
You squeeze his shoulders and place a chaste kiss to his mouth, “The rangoons just put you at not complaining if you come over for dinner level.”
Peter threw his head back, “Let’s goooooo.”
You let out a small sigh, he tried so hard. “It’s not personal Pete, he just doesn’t want you to hurt me and not that he would admit it, I think a part of him doesn’t want to like you because if we were to ever split he would miss you too.”
He pulls a dumb face, “okay but has he considered we won’t break up, like ever?”
You shrug, “Yeah, about that..”
Peter rolls his eyes and flips you to pin you to the couch, “you stop it, woman. I am going to wine, dine and bed you before banishing you from mine tonight.”
“Don’t wanna make the bed rock from up top?”
“And have my head whack the ceiling a million times? No.”
“I could be on top.”
“And have you whack your head on the ceiling? Absolutely not.”
“You’re such a gentleman, do you have any objections to making the couch rock?”
Peter dropped his jaw and scoffed, he looked over your face looking for your bluff, you weren’t kidding. He supported himself with one hand as the other slipped under his— your shirt, “You know May uses this couch.”
You nod as you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him in, “I know.”
He groans when you grind against him, “It would be dirty of us, we shouldn’t.”
You look in his eyes as he watches you pull up slightly pulling your shirt off, he glances at your chest before looking back at you. “We shouldn’t,” you agree with him as you shuffle your pajama shorts down your thighs, Peter lets out a room quieting gasp when you pull him from his pants.
“Fuck you’re eager.”
You lean up to place a kiss below his ear, “I’m just showing how much I missed you.”
He let out another curse when you rolled your hips into his, “You’re dirty, so so dirty.” ————————-
Peter had woken you up from the couch around one in the morning, he had let you sleep through the last half of the movie you had started. And you were sleepy until he woke you up and started to push you towards his room and seeing his bedside lamp light up the room woke you up more.
Rubbing at your eye you speak through a yawn, Peter still understands.
“Course you can still sleep up top.”
He pulls down his own sheet and shakes his own yawn, you start to climb up the ladder and notice the higher you got the shakier your knees became, then you slightly duck because you’re closer to the ceiling than you estimated.
With a slight turn over your shoulder your tongue melts in your mouth, it’s higher up than what you thought. And sure, you’re not a kid and it’s just a bunk bed but it feels like all rational thinking went out the window, it was high up and you can’t help but think about the fall down.
“Help?”
Peter looked at you with a tilted head and his hands on his hips, he was about to ask ‘help with what?’ but rather used his detective skills and nodded his head. He crossed the room and followed you up the ladder, as he followed up you were able to comfortably sit on the top bunk.
You crossed your legs with a small smile, like you didn’t just panic and ask for him to follow you up in case you somehow fell backwards. Peter’s eyebrows rise to ask if everything's okay, you open your arms for him to follow you down on the bed, you close him in with a tight hug.
“I love you.”
He laughs and places a kiss on your neck, “I love you too baby.”
“Okay, I’m ready. Tuck me in and call it a night, dad.”
Peter watched you shuffle under your blanket with a grunt at the title, he leaned over you to tuck in the sides so you were snuggled in. He pushed some hair out of your face and pressed a soft, longing kiss to your mouth.
“Goodnight, trouble.”
You bit your lip to suppress a grin, only a whisper left your mouth, “night.”
Only lasting five minutes of silence in the dark room, which was your preference by the way, Peter didn’t mind if a light was on but you claimed you couldn’t sleep in the light.
“It makes my eyelids see through, Peter.”
“You’re so dramatic.”
You called out to Peter.
“Pst, Peter.”
He has a stage whisper, “yeah?”
“Have you ever been to summer camp?”
He shuffles in bed, you think he’s pulling the blanket up.
“I’m poor.”
“I’ve never been either.”
“Notice you didn’t say you’re poor too?”
“Money is a mindset, Peter.”
“Sounds like you’re poor.”
A sigh, “I am.”
You hear him roll over, your own bed shakes with his jostle, you grip your sheets. Your slight edge sparked Peter’s senses.
“You okay up there?”
You wouldn’t object if he begged you to come sleep with him, but you were going to see out this childhood dream.
“Yeah. I miss you.”
He snorts, “Reach your hand down.”
You follow his instructions and wiggle your arm through the side bars, his hand encases your own. For a moment everything settles and you almost ask for him to come join you, but you’re terrified of the bed shaking.
“Couldn’t be further from you if I tried.”
“Will you do this all night?”
“And risk a frozen shoulder for you?” He shoots out, then adds, “Of course I would.”
“Aw, you’re such a good friend!”
His hand squeezes yours, “what kind of a friend?”
You giggle, “the bestest!”
“Wrong B word, dear.”
You gasp, “ I don’t think you’re a bitch, Peter!”
He groans, “That’s it, fend for yourself. Goodnight, traitor.”
Peter’s hand drops from yours and he turns towards the wall, you whine when he pulls away from you. “Fine then, goodnight, Parker.”
You hear him mumble to himself and grin while you let sleep take over.
——————————
Your phone said it was four twenty three in the morning.
You wonder when Peter will wake up, if he would rise when the sun did or, more likely, sleep until you wake him up when you get too bored of entertaining yourself like you usually do.
You have to pee, bad.
You got as far as one step on the ladder then felt yourself slightly sway, you tried to find the next step but were too scared to extend your foot all the way to reach it.
You tried looking back and cursed yourself for sleeping in the pitch black tonight, you were in limbo between sending it and hopping down and crawling back up and waving a white flag.
Deciding you were a grown badass you forced yourself to take the next step and nearly slipped, Peter’s foot was resting right between the steps and his blanket made the step slick. You nearly fell backwards, in a rush you climbed back up and checked the time to see if you could wait it out.
You were able to wait for ten minutes, then a cramp hit and all you can think about is the toilet ten steps away.
Calling quits you realize your only hope was Peter, and he was dead asleep judging by his snores. Nevertheless, you start to plead.
“Peter?” A whisper.
“Peter.” A little louder.
He snores loudly at that one.
“Peter!” A whisper shout.
He’s not answering.
He’s not answering, and he’s not awake, and you can’t get down, and you have to pee and you were the one that wanted this.
You blink back tears, why do you want to cry?
“Peter!” You spoke in a regular but quiet voice.
He stays silent, you start to chant his name over and over, he doesn’t respond.
On the fourth call your tears break through, you sigh heavily. Tears dripped down your chin into your hands, you called out one more time, begging.
“Peter, please.”
You sniffle, then let out a breath of fresh air.
“Baby?” It’s raspy and spoken through a sharp inhale, he feels like cold water has been dumped on him.
He stares at the slats above him like he has x-ray vision to see through them to you.
“Peter! I can’t- I don’t know how- I have to-“ You start to breath heavy, your eyes flooding with panic and embarrassment, and you really fucking have to pee.
Peter untangled himself to stand up, he pulled down a leg of his boxer briefs that had risen with his tossing and turning.
“What’s wrong?”
You gasp for air, you feel the bed shake when he pulls at the ladder to pull himself up. You wrap your hands around your head, “I wanna get down, I wanna get down!”
You repeat the words over and over until you feel hands over your own, the bed dips where Peter has his knees on either side of you. He wraps you tight in his arms, “It’s okay, you’re okay. We can get you down, it’s okay.” You wind your arms around his, tucking yourself in your neck to start to cry.
Peter’s heart hurts, you’re scared.
“You’re safe. I’m here, okay?”
He feels your warm breath wash over his chest, you try and calm yourself down, it’s not as scary when Peter has you surrounded.
“I couldn’t get down and you wouldn’t wake up.”
Peter frowns between your studders, he hates that you were calling out for him and he didn’t hear it.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m here now, okay? Wanna get down?”
You nod into his neck, “I have to pee so bad.”
Peter breathed through a smile and kissed the top of your head, “okay, let’s go pee.” He pulled himself away and started to go down the ladder, you watched him with wide eyes trying to memorize his steps so you could match.
You looked up and noticed how close you were to the ceiling, your throat felt like it closed up. You could feel how shaky your knees were even looking at the space to go down, you figured you would wet the bed tonight.
“I’m right here, trouble. I won’t let you fall, I promise.”
You shake your head, “I can’t. I tried and I can’t.”
Peter hums and looks around the room, he can’t carry you down. The physics wouldn’t allow him too, his only option was catching you.
“Can you sit on the railing for me, baby?”
You reached out a hand to wiggle it, it seemed sturdy.
“Okay.”
You white knuckled the banister when it creaked under your weight, “Peter, get me down, please get me down. I’m gonna freak out.”
“I need you to trust me, sweetheart. Just drop.”
You hold on tighter, your voice squeaks. “Drop?!”
“I gotta catch you, I can’t carry you down, baby.”
You look over to the window, the moon was lighting up one side of the room, you can barely make out his figure on the side of the bed.
“Can you see me?”
He lets out a small laugh, “Yes, baby, I can see you.”
You buffer and hold up a hand, “How many fingers am I holding up?” The other hand has a vice grip to steady you.
“Four.”
You whine, “I’m scared.”
Peter’s heart hurts again.
“I know you are, I promise I’ll catch you, okay?”
“Okay.” You don’t sound very confident.
“I’m gonna let go.”
“I’m ready.”
You loosen your grip then immediately double down.
“Okay, I’m gonna drop now.”
“Got it.”
You stay there for another second.
“Baby, you gotta let go.”
“Be honest, will you be mad if I wet the bed?”
“No, but how are you gonna get down after that?”
You breathe in deeply, “I’m gonna actually do it, you promise you’ll catch me?”
“I promise.”
You loosen your hold to push off, “I’m about to let go.”
“I’m right here.”
You hold your breath and push off as hard as you could, your hair breezes and your body feels weightless for just a moment. Then you’re caught, hands wrap around your back and thighs, you feel yourself bounce in his hold then level out.
“Caught you.” Peter’s voice is a whisper in your ear, you kick your legs to be let down. You immediately turn to wrap him in a hug, “thank you, I love you.” Then push him back to sprint to the bathroom.
When you come back in he’s back in bed, his blanket open for you to join. You couldn’t help but feel like a little kid, but it was dark and high up and to be fair you couldn’t see where you were going.
Sliding next to him his eyes open, “the first time I was on top bunk I was like, seven and I had a nightmare and I couldn’t get down and was screaming so loud May woke up and had to come rescue me.”
“I didn’t realize I'd feel so trapped up there.”
He hums, “It does feel like that, huh?”
“You were my hero tonight, you’re good at that. Maybe you should look into a job doing that.”
“I may have to look into it, I’m tired of being New York City’s Spider-Menace.” Then decides to add, “I’m sorry you were scared and needed me and I wasn’t waking up. You must’ve been petrified.”
“I don’t think I’m ever gonna go up there again.”
He laughs, “that’s okay.”
You roll over to stick your face against his arm. “Sorry I woke you up.”
“Your tears were coming through the slats, it was chinese water torture.” You open your mouth to bite at him, he grunts. “I’ll let you get away with that, you had a scary night.”
“Remember earlier when we were talking about B words?”
Peter hums, he’s falling back asleep. He never used to fall asleep so fast until he met you, having you tucked into his side always made him sleep soundly.
“You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
He opens his arm to pull you into him, “you make it easy.”
#peter parker x reader#peter parker angst#peter parker blurb#peter parker fluff#tasm!peter one shot#tasm!peter x reader#tasm!peter x you#tasm fic#peter parker fic#my writing
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Theory, Mattheo is good at tinkering with things. That man can fix your car (the tank top with the grease on his biceps look), makes little models or art pieces for you and his friends (while holding a nail between his teeth/wearing a tool belt), hang a shelf for you (and rail YOU against the wall).
now that you mention it, yes, absolutely. the man likes getting his hands dirty in more ways than one. also, he’s definitely good with his hands. i’m here for the aesthetic
but not only would he just genuinely like working on little projects, he wants so badly to feel needed and make people proud of him (he has daddy issues fr). i think he shows love partially by acts of service, so to him that’s like fixing stuff for you or punching a guy in the face bc he was an ass to you. just some thoughts
feel free to send more in, i love shit like this
#mattheo riddle#slytherin boys#mattheo x you#mattheo riddle x male reader#mattheo riddle x reader#headcanon#harry potter
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Top Shelf pt. 7
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.
A/N: a short chapter but it’ll get better 🫶🏻
Warnings: my writing, language, suggestive shit
Jenna Ortega x reader
“I’m going to kill you,” you watch Lyle’s eye twitch a few times as he stares at you from the other half of your bed. “And then I’m going to kill myself so I can beat you in hell.”
You groan out, picking up your pillow and shoving it onto your face. “I’m sorry!”
“No you’re not! You got your kiss!” He says yanking the pillow off your face. “You couldn’t even tell me before so I could at least be excited to hear about it!”
“It just happened!” You groan out kicking your legs and rolling onto your front, already regretting telling him about your first kiss with Jenna. So much for bestfriends. “You guys were asleep so I brought her out onto the fire escape so we could talk, I didn’t expect to kiss her! Or for her to kiss me back!”
“Pathetic!” He yells out as he begins hitting you with the pillow. “Expect the unexpected! I could have told you that you both wanted to kiss each other!” He hits you one more time harshly as he says the last words, glaring down toward.
“Ow!” You say, hitting his arm as he settles down.
“And then what?” He demands, eyes wide as he hugs the pillow.
“We talked for a bit then she left.” You mumble, playing with your hoodie strings with a small pout on your face.
You couldn’t say you weren’t expecting more to happen, anything at all. You didn’t care as long as it didn’t make the whole situation awkward. God, you didn’t want to make it awkward. Maybe you shouldn’t have kissed her, then you wouldn’t have to worry about it.
You just hoped things would stay the same with some exceptions of course. Like the kiss, oh you definitely wanted to kiss her again.
“That’s it?” He asks, disgust written all over his face as he speaks. “Are you hiding some details from me? Thats not all that could have happened?”
“What do you mean that’s it? You want me to fuck her on my fire escape!?” You ask, sitting up quickly to stare wide eyed at the man.
“No! It’s too early for that!” He rolls his eyes and throws your pillow off to the side. You groan loudly as you let yourself fall back onto the bed, hands dragging down your face as you feel it beat up.
“Oh, calm down.” He rolls his eyes again and waves his hand toward you. “Don’t act as if I haven’t told you about all my sex stories.”
You glare at him through your fingers but he isn’t exactly fazed, he seems more amused by it all. Great not only are you embarrassed, he’s making fun of you while you are.
“I don’t want you to fuck her, yet,” he mutters the last part in hopes you wouldn’t hear but you hear it loud and clear, feeling your cheeks warm up. You roll onto your side so he can see your face as you glare at him.
“But I do want you to talk to her.” He says as he begins fixing pieces of your hair that are sticking to your forehead and on places they should be.
“See what the feels are.” You cringe at his words, nose scrunching up as you stare at him through your side eye view.
“Tell her your feelings, I’m sure she’ll tell you yours.” He says getting out of your bed and walking toward the bathroom.
You lay there for a moment, thinking about how it would come out to be. She could reciprocate your feelings and all could go well or she could just tell you it was an accident and she was just drunk, which was doubtful but still possible as you all were drinking before hand. You definitely liked the first one better.
“What if she doesn’t have ‘the feels’.” You say, making a hand gesture as you lay on your stomach to look up at him as he starts getting undressed.
“Yeah, she definitely kissed you cause she doesn’t like you back.” He says, a snort coming out after as he looks back at you with a smirk.
You narrow your eyes at him before speaking after a moment of silence. “What if I don’t like her?” You rest your chin in both of your hands as you watch him finish getting undressed leaving him in his boxer — well, yours you let him borrow for the not.
“Don’t bullshit me.” His face is blank when he says still but there’s still a glare on it as you roll onto your back to let him finish getting undressed.
You smile as you do so, he was — for once — right. But that didn’t make you any less nervous about doing any confessing.
“And then, once I’m proven right, you can ask her out on a date. A real one not that shit you two have been doing.” He calls out from inside the shower and you huff out as you grab your phone.
You tap the back of case as you stare at your message screen with Jenna. There were so many text — more than you’d like to admit as you’ve been texting for the last few months — and even more where you’d both text back to back.
It was embarrassing at first when your friends would catch glimpses of your message thread that never seemed to end but now it only made you smile.
You just stare at it before just deciding to send the message to get it over with.
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You had gotten a response way to quick. You didn’t have time to process before the message bubble popped up, it was as if she were in the same predicament as you. You began to wonder if she too was degraded by a friend.
So, here you sat, music blaring in your ears on the subway going halfway across the city to see her as a man in his baggy spider man costume tries to give you a lap dance from the stanchions in front of your seat.
A sight to see as you lean more into your seat watching the man try to flip on the pole.
As soon as the bell rings your up on your feet and off the train before he can do anything else. You make your way up the stairs and maneuver your way around the large crowd and into the bustling Manhattan.
The snow was completely melted — well, almost. —which left mushy puddles and dirty streets and side walks, it didn’t help that the large chunks that were left looked like boulders as they sat frozen solid until it was warm enough to melt. The sign of the end of winter in New York, one no one who lived there enjoyed.
You let out a loud huff as you check the location one more time before setting off toward her hotel. You knew exactly where it was, coming often to do various things in the big city.
You’re quick to move past people and the angry traffic as they lay on their horns on the particularly busy day and time. You didn’t let that stop you from getting to where your supposed to, Jay walking when needed and ignoring people when they yell things and flick you off.
And soon enough your in front of the large hotel, standing not too far the doorman stands watching you closely too see if you’ll walk toward the doors or not.
You check your phone one more time just in case.
You
So I just.. walk in?
You text before looking back up at the hotel.
Jenna
Yeah, they should just let you in I called before hand
You
I don’t know, this guy looks like he’ll fight me if I get to close.
You look back up toward the doorman who continues to eye you.
Jenna
Would you like me to come down?
Jenna
I could even hold your hand if you’re really scared.
You
Haha, no I’ll just come up shaking in my boots.
Jenna
The offer is still open if you get too scared
You press your lips together before looking back up toward the doorman who narrows his eyes at you.
You narrow them right back as you move toward the door, keeping eye contact even after he opens the door and you move to go inside.
Once you enter you’re only met with the beautiful entrance and reception. Mostly old people lingering around speaking to one another while people in suits signed in or out.
Fancy. You thought as your eyes landed on the elevator. You make a bee line for it, letting the few people inside go out first before entering yourself along side an older couple who seemed to be having a bit of an argument.
“I just don’t see the problem.” The man rolled his eyes as the elevator dinged causing the woman to snap her head toward him.
“You don’t see the problem?” She asked exasperated. “You we’re sitting there with me while flirting with that waitress.” She says sharply and you press into the corner of the elevator, watching the numbers go up with anew found eagerness.
“No I wasn’t.” He rolls his eyes once again.
“Yes, you were!”
“We’re not doing this here.” He says as his eyes travel to you causing you to simply send him a glance as you look around as if nothing were happening.
“We’ll do this we I say we this!” She yells and as soon as that bell dings and the door opens, you’re out before it could go any farther.
You walk down the long hallway scanning the doors carefully. One side having B’s and the other having A’s. Jenna’s was 654B.
As you continue down the hall you can’t help but feel more and more nervous about how the talk will go.
You count down the doors until you reach 654B, seeing the number only making your heart race faster.
You take a moment to just stand there and contain yourself, breathing in and out slowly as you just stand and stare. If anyone were to see you they’d think you’re crazy and call security.
The door finally opens and you’re met with Jenna, face bare of any makeup baggy sweatshirt that almost hits her knees with a pair of shorts just hitting under it.
Her smile grows instantly at the sight of you, dimples that came whenever she would fitting perfectly with her freckled face.
The nervousness only made your heart beat faster at the sight.
“Hey.” She says, and a shy smile forms on your face as you look down at her.
“Hey.” You say back as she moves aside and opens the door a little more for you to enter.
The actress' hotel room is spacious and luxurious, with tall windows overlooking the city. The furniture is modern and sleek, and there's a faint scent of vanilla in the air.
Fits her just nice.
“Glad you could make it, was wondering if I was the only one who made it to this exclusive meeting.” She says with a teasing smile that makes your heart skip a beat before it starts up again, beating much faster than before.
Teasing was a good sign though. Right?
“It’s definitely a step up from my apartment.” You say as you look around the small seating area, her things litter around the room, not in a messy way though. It just seemed like she was staying her for a few months.
“Don’t let this celebrity glamour intimidate you, we’re still two people having a normal conversation.” She says it so effortlessly as if it didn’t bother her. As if she had this entire thing calculated in her head and was ready to talk about it.
She leads you toward the couch, it was white leather. You thought? It was slick like leather and it was pretty damn white. It was a miracle she hadn’t stained the thing yet.
“I guess we can get straight to the point and talk about the elephant in the room.” You say after taking a seat not too far away from her on the couch.
“Right down to it, huh?” She sighs out but nods none the less. Perhaps she didn’t have everything calculated.
Her leg bounces a little as she takes a moment to think of what to say, biting her lip lightly as she zoned out for a moment.
“I didn’t know you could be so nervous.” You smirk lightly as you lean back into the couch as if you weren’t having a heart attack in your seat as of this moment. A little light teasing should ease it and make the conversation easier.
“I didn’t know you could be such a smart ass.” She hits you back almost instantly coming out of her zoned out state, a smirk of her own as you nod slowly, narrowing your eyes at her.
This was the Jenna you were so used to. Confident and quick with her words. It was very charming.
“Touché.” You reply as you wait for her to speak or come up with something on your own without sounding to weird.
She breaks the silence with a sigh. "Okay, let's cut to the chase. What are we doing here?" she asks, trying to keep her voice soft and casual, despite the nervous pit in her stomach.
You take a deep breath, summoning your courage. "Well, I've kind of been wondering the same thing," you begin, your voice trembling slightly. "I mean, I'm not exactly a celebrity, and I'm sure you have other people you could be dating."
The actress rolls her eyes playfully. "Oh, please. Don't sell yourself short. Sure, I may be famous, but that doesn't make me any better than you."
You manage out a small smile. "Thanks. But still, I'm not sure what you could see in me."
Jenna leans forward slightly, placing a hand on your knee, the simple action making your heart jump into your throat. "What I see is someone kind, intelligent, and genuinely funny. And that's more than enough for me."
Your cheeks turn red, but your smile grows wider. "That’s pretty sweet, especially after being berating my Lyle all morning."
The actress chuckles, the thought of the younger man making her smile. "Just calling it like I see it. But seriously, what do you think about all of this?" she asks, gesturing between the two of you.
You take another deep breath before speaking. "Well, truth be told, I've been crushing on you for a while now. And when we kissed last night... it was… amazing."
The actress smiles softly. "I felt the same way."
Your heart skips a beat at her words once again. "So, what does that mean for us?”
The actress takes a moment to think. "It means we can take it slow and see where this goes. I don't want to rush into anything, but I do like spending time with you, we can still be together just taking things slow."
You nod slowly, a small smile on your face as her mini ramble. "I agree. Let's see where this takes us."
It wasn’t a bad idea. Seeing as you two finally got your feelings out
As you think the actress suddenly remembers an important detail. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you something," she says, looking at you with a serious expression. "I'm actually leaving the city in a week.”
Your heart sinks at the news. You had been hoping that the friendship between them could blossom into something more, but now it seemed like it was all about to be cut short. "I see," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "Where are you going?”
"Back home," the actress explains. "I’ve been doing a lot of stuff here lately and I think it’s time for me to go back to do some other stuff as well.."
You nod slowly, knowing that you can't ask her to just stay with you rather than go home and do her career. But you also know that it's going to be hard saying goodbye after spending so much time together.
"I understand," you say after a moment. "I'm just glad we got to meet each other while you were here."
"Well, I actually have one last thing to tell you," Jenna says, giving you a small smile. "I was invited to the Met Gala next week."
Your eyes widen in surprise. "The Met Gala? Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously," she replies, a proud smile on her face that gives you a warm feeling in your chest. "And I was wondering if you'd come, even as a viewer or something. Then come to the after party with me if you can."
Your is speechless for a moment. You had never imagined that they would have the chance to attend such an exclusive event, let alone with someone as famous as Jenna. Hell, you never even thought you’d meet Jenna.
"Of course, I'd love to," you say finally, trying to hide your excitement. "Thank you so much for inviting me."
"You're welcome," Jenna says with a large smile. "It'll be a night to remember, that's for sure."
You nod in agreement, already thinking about how it would go. You feel like your life is about to take a very exciting turn with Jenna.
You really can't believe your luck. You’ve never wanted to really attend such a big event, but to get to go with one of Hollywood's biggest stars must have been something straight out of a movie.
"I can't believe you’ve got me going to the after party," you say, still trying to process the information.
"I know, it's crazy," the woman replied with a smile. "But I promise you, it's going to be a night you'll never forget."
The bookstore owner nods, excited but also a little nervous. You’ve never attended an event like this before, and you don't want to make a fool of yourself.
"Actually, I have one more thing to tell you," Jenna says, a twinkle in her eye. "And it has to do with our outfits."
You raise an eyebrow, confused. "Our outfits? What do you mean?"
"Well, I've been thinking about what we should wear to the Met Gala," Jenna explains. "And I think I have an idea, I’ll have to speak to my fashion designer but you’re going to have to trust me on this.”
You narrow your eyes at her, slightly concerned with the mischievous look on her face but let it go.
"Well, I'm open to anything," you say cautiously.
"Great!" the actress says, a knowing smile spreading across her face. "I'll leave the rest a surprise, but trust me, it's going to be perfect."
#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega#top shelf#wednesday addams#tara carpenter#vada cavell#scream#scream 6#jenna ortega fanfic#lorraine day#jenna ortega x you#jenna ortega x fem!reader
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what if instead of dbf joel it's ex-boyfriends dad joel 🤭 his son cheats on reader and reader goes to his house to confront him but it's just joel there and one thing leads to another... 🤭
A/N: This one is kinda filthy and Joel is a smidge of a perv, so keep that in mind.
CW: SMUT (18+), choking, cheating, age gap, roughness, hatesex, dirty talk, pet names, perv!joel, you get the point.
You slammed your car door shut and stormed up the driveway at your boyfriend's house, ready to give him a piece of your mind about him cheating on you. If he thought for one second you’d just accept him cheating on you and then breaking up with you, he was sadly mistaken. Your hand curled into a fist ready to pound on the door when it suddenly opened, Mr. Miller staring at you in the face. “Hey, sweetheart. He ain’t home at the moment, is there somethin’ you needed?” his tone sounded innocent, he must not know. “Do you know what your piece of shit son did to me? Did you fucking raise him to think cheating was smarter than breaking up with someone because that’s a fucking shame if you did.” Your misdirected anger took him by surprise, he pushed the screen door open slowly as he took in every word you said, nodding his head.
“No, sweetheart, I didn't teach him that. That’s pretty terrible you’d even ask if I raised him to think that way. What was your plan for comin’ here lil lady, hm? Were you gonna yell at him, make him feel bad for hurting you, make him apologize?” Your eyes looked down at the wooden porch as you thought about it for a few seconds, not having a clear answer for him. “I don’t know Mr.Miller, I just wanted to ask him why. Why did he do it?” you shrugged your shoulders before he pulled you into a hug. He rested his chin on your head and sighed deeply. “Sounds like you could use a drink, yeah?”
Joel walked you inside, his hand pressed against your lower back as he walked you into the kitchen you were in about a thousand times before. He grabbed a bottle of tequila off the top shelf in the cabinet and poured you a shot. “How’d you find out he cheated on ya if you don’t mind me askin’?” He nudged the glass towards you and closed the bottle as he awaited your answer. As you downed the drink, your face scrunched slightly at the burning sensation, “someone sent me a fuckin picture of him kissing a girl, his hands were all over her. So like any rational person I sent it to him and asked what the fuck was he doing with his tongue down her throat.” You stared down into the empty glass and you could feel your blood starting to boil again. “You never found out who sent the photo? You didn’t bother to text them back asking who it was or anythin like that?” He pressed for answers and it started to fire you up. “No, but what if I call the number? Then I can hear their voice to see if it’s familiar.” Reaching into your back pocket to pull out your phone, you found the text from the random number and clicked CALL before Joel could respond. It started ringing in your ear when all of a sudden there was a faint ring coming from Joel's pocket.
The look of pure shock plastered on your face as a smirk grew on his face, he tossed his still ringing phone on the island counter in between you two. “What..the fuck Mr.Miller? Why would you do that to me? I thought you respected me more than that bullshit text!” You shouted and shot up from the chair, making your way to him fast. He stood straight and braced himself for whatever you were thinking about doing, and your palms collided with his chest as you shoved him backwards. “I do darlin, you would’ve never believed me if I told you. You had to see for yourself that you need a man and not a boy.” His hands reached out for your waist and you pushed him away again. This wasn’t real, there’s no way he’s hinting at this right now.
“He’s your son for fucks sake! What are you trying to do right now, sleep with me? I hate you. I fucking hate you” you snarled through gritted teeth and continue to shove him when his arms wrapped around you tightly. Your voice got quieter as he engulfed you, shushing you softly. “You hate me sweet girl? Is that it, hm? If you hate me so much why did I catch you in my doorway when I was jerkin off the other night? I saw those gorgeous eyes just for a split second in the crack of my door before I came and all I could think about was cummin’ all over those gorgeous tits of yours.” Your face got hot and your mouth went dry, embarrassed he caught you watching. He reached down below your ass and lifted up, sitting you on the counter. You parted your legs to let him stand between them, his hand instantly sliding up your thigh and under your skirt. “You’re fucking sick, you know that?” you muttered, your heart feeling like it’s going to beat out of your chest and your panties growing with wetness. His thumb grazed over your aching clit, your panties dulling the relief. “Tell me more about how much you hate me, pretty baby” Joel muttered in the crook of your neck as his hand pulled your panties to the side and his fingers danced along your folds slowly before he found your sensitive bud to circle around. Your head tilted back as a whimper escaped your lips, your nails digging into his shoulder as he applied pressure and speed against your clit. “I fucking hate you so goddamn much, you don’t deserve me like this” you muled out and bucked your hips a little. His soft lips met yours as he drank in your moans. God damn was he good with his fingers. You meant that though, maybe under different circumstances he’d deserve you half naked wrapped around his fingers but not like this, not with how he handled the situation.
“How do I deserve you baby doll? Do I deserve you bent over this countertop with my cock buried inside that sweet little pussy? Or do I deserve you sitting on my face, riding my tongue until you cum on me?” You wanted it all. You wanted him no matter how angry you were at him. You’d fantasized about him since you caught him jacking off to your photo that night and maybe some small part of you was glad he noticed you in the doorway. “Shut the hell up and keep going, Joel. Fuck that’s so damn good” your hips rocked faster against him as he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing firmly. “Yeah I bet you hate how good I make you feel don’t you, bunny? You hate the way I’ve got that sweet pussy dripping wet and all I’ve done is show you the attention you deserve. S’okay, you can hate me for that.” His lips met yours again, deep slow kisses exchanged while his fingers moved faster, becoming more and more covered with your sweet slick. “I’ll tell you one thing princess, your wet little pussy doesn’t hate me. So wet and excited for me, just aching to cum from me rubbing your clit. Bet you touch yourself thinking of me and you hate that, don’t ya? C’mon angel, use your voice you had no problem using earlier.” he encouraged while he squeezed your throat tighter. He sent your head in the clouds so you nodded in agreement, your body shaking as your orgasm was due fairly soon.
Your moans filled the kitchen as you squeezed your eyes shut, the pressure on your clit becoming too much. “Joel I’m gonna cum p-please don’t stop” you begged between moans and you were practically grinding against his hand by now. He loved seeing how worked up you got, how much you were using him to get off. “Yeah baby, jus’ like that. Show me how much you hate me by cummin’ all over my fingers so you can watch me lick it up.” Joel pressed sloppy kisses on your slightly swollen lips as he moved faster on your clit and your grip on his shoulder tightened as you came undone all over his hand. You tried to clamp your legs shut but he refused you of that pleasure. “I fuckin- hate you so much” you breathlessly said as you rode your high out until your clit no longer thumped with excitement. Your eyes finally opened as he took his fingers up to his face, his eyes on yours the whole time as he shoved his fingers in his mouth teasingly. “I don’t think you hate me that much, princess.”
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JAMIE TARTT | and i don't even like you that much. wait, i do. f*ck.
PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 5.8k
SUMMARY: jamie is actually a board game nerd and starts spending more time with one of the employees of a local shop.
WARNINGS: language
A/N: this idea came to me as someone asked me if i wanted to buy another volume of a board game we had HAHA if you can figure out what game i'm referring to in this story, hmu! alsooo i want to apologize for the length i swear i didn't mean for it to get that long, but still, i hope you all enjoy! title is from the song 'apple cider' by beabadoobee!
It was another slow morning in the store, given that most of your frequent customers were forced to be in school at this time. You ended up continuing one of the readings for your class during your shift. Despite a wave of drowsiness hitting you the moment you opened the book, it was still better having free time to be tired than the afternoon rush when 13-year-old boys came in to get another booster pack of Magic: The Gathering cards.
You were practically setting all these children up for a gambling addiction the way they'd spend 20 pounds trying to get one of those shiny ones in their deck. You never bothered to learn the names really, because that wasn't part of your job description. When it came to those kinds of things, those boys probably knew more than you did.
When it came to board games though, that was your area of expertise. It was partly one of the reasons you applied to work here while you were finishing up your Master's, — and also because of how generous the owner was with your salary, — so you always loved helping people out for their board game nights. You didn't have regulars that would come in often, but here and there, there would be a person you recognize from before asking about another game.
You don't know how much time had passed, but after deciding that your brain could no longer take reading the word cognitive multiple times in a sentence, you end up shutting the book and resting your head on the counter.
Soon after though, you hear the bell at the top of the door ring, causing you to jolt up. You only catch a glimpse of the guy walking towards you before he drops his head, his cap completely blocking his face, and a loose black hoodie covering his frame.
For a second, you get worried that the store was about to get robbed but the man finally stops in front of you and speaks, in a thick Mancunian accent. "Do you have any suggestions for board games? Like for family and stuff,"
You swear you've heard his voice before. Maybe from school? Or a former customer? You decide to shake it off before replying. "Well, this is a board game store, so there's quite a lot to pick from. Do you have any specific theme in mind? How many players?"
"There'll be 3 of us, but I'm not really picky with the game. Not any of those monopoly type shit though, cause I'm sick of never winning."
You chuckle at the revelation and that's what gets the man to look up at you. It definitely wasn't his appearance he was worried about. His chiseled jaw and striking blue eyes almost draw you in, not to mention his hairstyle looks eerily like the one David Beckham had in the 90s, who you had to admit was a crush of yours as a kid. He could even pass as a contestant on one of those dating reality shows.
And then it hits you where you've heard his voice before. This guy was on Lust Conquers All and was immediately voted off. You remember it well because your sister was so pissed at him for joining the show since the football season had just started. Jamie something, but the show never mentioned his last name. You try to hide your realization by turning to the shelf behind you.
"Alright uh, I’d recommend this one." You turn back around and slide it across the counter as Jamie (?) starts looking at the box from all angles.
"Looks cool," is all he says in reply and he looks back at you, presumably for you to explain the game. You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear before going on your usual introduction to the game.
"Basically in the game, there are 4 characters you can choose to be your 'heroes.' Your main objective is to get your opponent's health to 0 using the different cards in your set. All the characters have different decks and skills you can use throughout the game, and some of them even have side kicks." You look back up for a second to see his expression and you can tell that you're still holding his interest.
"So for example in the one I gave you, you can battle Sinbad, Medusa, King Arthur, and Alice, who's fucking amazing, by the way."
"Alice? From fucking Wonderland?" You laugh at his surprise before nodding to affirm it. "She's your favorite then?"
"How'd you know?" You ask sarcastically. "But yeah, she's just really versatile and it's just really fun to shrink and grow every turn just to piss off the other players. I'm practically unbeatable using her." You admit though you're not really sure why.
Most of the time when customers come in here for a game, they don't ask questions and just buy the first one you suggest. That’s probably why you answered Jamie's question so earnestly. Cause he's the first one to ever ask you what you liked about the game.
You quickly run through the rest of the rules and mechanics of the game with Jamie chiming in occasionally. You describe the other editions as well and Jamie is tempted to buy the other one — "How is anyone supposed to beat fucking Dracula?" — before he ultimately decides to take home the one you offered.
"If I end up losing using Alice, you owe me a refund." He states as you ring up the game. You playfully roll your eyes as you scan the barcode on the box.
"Oh yeah, since you're the first customer of the day, you get a 7% discount on your purchase," you quickly inform him when you glance at the post-it note on the register screen reminding you about it in bold letters.
Instead of the usual gratefulness or blip of happiness from hearing that news, Jamie instead asks, "Is that really a thing or are you doing it because you know who I am?"
You look at him to check if he's serious and given his blank look, you assume he is. You don't know how to respond to that, so instead you just slowly shake your head.
"Wait, do you not know who I am?" His question itself comes off as arrogant, but given the genuine surprise in your voice, you're not sure how to feel about the guy after he says it.
You decide to answer him honestly. "I do, but given that you walked in here in clothes that make you look like a stalker who's about to rob the place, I didn't think you'd want me to make a big fuss about it, Jamie."
His shoulders seem to relax at your statement and once he goes quiet, he finally pulls out his wallet. You quickly place the game in a paper bag and hand it over to him.
He whispers a quick thanks and turns to leave, before pausing. He turns back to you, "Look, it's not like I'm dressed this way because I'm embarrassed to be in a store like this—"
"I didn't think you were," you answer blankly with a hint of sarcasm. You decide to mess with the guy a little bit because hey, when's the next time a famous footballer comes into your store again? "Why, is there something I should be embarrassed about?"
Jamie quickly shakes his head. "No, fuck no! I think it's cool, really. You know, being surrounded by all these games and cards and knowing so much about them. Especially someone like you,"
You tilt your head in amusement. "What do you mean someone like me?" Jamie's embarrassment only seems to deepen at that.
"Fuck I didn't mean it like that. Honestly, when I came in here, I was expecting some teenage boy to be at the counter. Wait no— I mean, girls can like all this stuff too! I just didn't expect someone attr—," he stops himself and shakes his head. "Shit, wait,"
You watch Jamie scramble for words and you decide to just put an end to his misery. "Look, look, I was just joking around. I don't give that much of a shit about what you said." The football player visibly relaxes and you hold in a laugh at that reaction. "And you're basically right about the kind of people who work here. Most of my co-workers can't work these hours right now 'cause they're off studying for their A-Levels."
"Yeah, well thank you for this," Jamie lifts the bag slightly and you give him a genuine smile.
"No problem. Hope you enjoy the game! And if you ever feel compelled to dress like a shitty robber again, you can come back and tell me what you think." Your sarcasm no longer throws Jamie off who instead, just playfully rolls his eyes and leaves the store.
You go back to your reading for your behavioral science class, putting your interaction with the football player in the back of your mind.
—
The next time you see Jamie is two weeks later, although this time, he comes in right before closing. Technically, you weren't the only one assigned for this shift, but you decided to let your co-worker go home early since he said he had an English exam the next day and still hadn't studied.
So, you were counting down the minutes to 8 pm when you hear someone come inside. Fucking hell. You force a smile, "Hi, welcome! We'll be closing in a few minutes, but please approach me if you need anything so you can have a speedier process."
"Are you really that desperate to get rid of me?" The person moves away from the shelves and turns out to be Jamie Tartt, you learn his last name is. He's wearing another grey hoodie but seems to have decided to ditch his hat. Good, because you weren't sure how much longer you could stare at the ICON written on it and not judge him. "I wanna know, did you think offering to help the customer would get them out of here quicker?"
"I had to try something," you defend yourself, shrugging. You notice Jamie carrying the bag you used to wrap the board game and slightly frown. "Didn't like the game?"
He follows your eyes and is quick to correct you. "I loved it, actually. First time playing a board game that Simon didn't win during the first round." You aren't sure who Simon is, but you laugh nonetheless. "And you're right, Alice is fucking unbeatable."
"I'm glad you liked it, and Alice," you start, but then glance at the time on your phone. "But, is that the only reason you came here?"
"Well no, I was wondering if you wanted to play. That's why I came so late, in case there would be too many people if I came at the usual time."
"Yeah, there was a fuck ton, actually, as you can tell from the fully stocked store." You say, pretending to look around the room. "But sure, if you want. I don't have anything going on tomorrow anyway," Now you're really glad that you didn't procrastinate that paper due tonight.
Jamie smiles as he starts to unbox the set and you grab one of the chairs behind the counter and push it to the other side for the footballer.
Never did you imagine you would spend a Saturday night with a hot football player playing one of your favorite board games, but here you were. In between one of the rounds, the topic of football is brought up and you admit that you don't know all that much about it despite your family being made up of fanatics.
"Everyone has their team they support. My dad loves Arsenal, my mum loves Chelsea, and my sister bounces between West Ham and Crystal Palace. Though, she fucking hates Rupert Mannion, so maybe this is the end of her West Ham support." You answer as you shuffle Jamie's deck.
"Shit, the season must be fun for you guys," Jamie remarks and you snort, though instantly regretting letting that sound out. The football player looks unfazed, so you decide not to apologize for it and answer his question instead.
"Yeah, I basically end up being their messenger till the finals, which ends up becoming World War 3 if their teams are competing," you hand him his deck back and start the round, but your conversation doesn't end there.
"What team would you support then, if you got into football?" He looks hopefully at you.
"Yours, probably." You confirm as you look through your first hand of cards. "I mean, I'm about to destroy one of their players at this game. It's the least I can do."
"We'll see about that," Jamie replies and you roll your eyes playfully, but you smile.
Working at the store meant you were surrounded by board game fans every day, but not even your regulars would come in here after your shift to play. You couldn't help but feel warm at how Jamie matched your enthusiasm about the game, something, you admit, you didn't expect from the player. You knew nothing would probably come from this harmless happy crush of yours, but if he decided to start coming in often to play, you wouldn't be opposed to it.
Your attention turns back to the game once Jamie picks his next move. He smirks at his decision until his expression suddenly shifts. "Wait, if you're not into football, how'd you know who I was the other day?"
You move your piece before looking directly into Jamie's eyes and respond, "I just really love trashy reality shows." Jamie playfully groans at the reminder and you burst into laughter before you continue the game.
True to form, whichever of the two of you uses Alice is the one to win that round. You finally decide on a tie-breaker with your favorite being banned from usage.
"Christ, if this is how you maneuver in a board game, I wonder how good you are at football." You tease, as you glance at his character being at only 4HP.
"I'm fucking amazing, actually. Ask your family, they'll tell you." Jamie moves a few spaces on the board, hoping to escape your Medusa, but instead, he falls into one of your traps.
You corner him and finally reduce his King Arthur's health. "And there you go, 3-2."
It takes Jamie a second to absorb everything before he slouches. "Fucking hell." You laugh before getting up from your chair and helping him keep all the pieces and cards.
"Better luck next time, Tartt."
Jamie, whose competitive side seems to be shining in this game, doesn't let it end there.
Almost every week, he would come into the store at night asking to play. He was definitely getting better, but after making a deal where the loser has to tell an embarrassing story after the round, you realize you know more about him than he probably does about you.
"God Jamie, how are you alive?" You ask as he shares a story from when he first started the league.
"How was I supposed to know doing multiple headers in one match could lead to a bloody concussion?" He retorts, only making your eyes widen even more.
"I'm pretty sure that's common knowledge to about 80% of the population," you say through your laughter.
It's almost 10 when you finish playing, so you grab your jacket and start heading to the door with Jamie. You lock the store up and notice that Jamie's still hanging around you.
It's dark outside, but it seems like his features were even more enhanced by the moonlight. The light hit his eyes just the right way that it made the blue more evident. You notice just then how his hair is neater today, mainly because of his sports headband. The front strands of his hair had fallen out it though, falling on his face in just the right way that it gave you butterflies. Did all footballers look this attractive?
You realize that you may have been starting a bit too long and as you tuck the keys in your jacket pocket, you decide to ask, "Need anything else?"
Jamie opens his mouth to say something, but instead, he just shakes his head. "Nothing actually, just good night," he waves and starts walking in the opposite direction, but you swear you hear him muttering something under his breath.
—
It had been a week since then and you had to start telling yourself to not be so excited when you hear the bell ring. Every time it did, you'd look expectantly at the door expecting to see Jamie again, asking for another or a new volume or even just game tips. Each time, you'd end up disappointed and would have to fake a smile to the customer approaching you.
This time you hear it ring, and you do your best to not look up. If it was Jamie, you knew that your boss George probably would be sounding an alarm. You only learned the Monday after that he was a major AFC Richmond fan when you mentioned that a football player had visited the store multiple times to play board games.
"Do you think we can get him to sign a picture and put it on the wall? Can you ask?" You quickly have to explain how those interactions were the only times you ever spoke to Jamie and had no actual way of contacting him.
As you close your laptop, — one more paragraph and that essay is done! — you look up to find two guys standing in front of you.
"Hi, do you have any board game recommendations?" the one on the right greeted, his accent quickly revealing him to be Welsh.
You don't have a chance to answer because the left one lightly elbows his friend before whispering (though loud enough for you to hear), "He already told us what to get, bruv."
You may not know who this 'he' is, but the guy pulls out his phone and shows you a picture of a board game, the same one you recommended to Jamie. Wishful thinking gets you to believe that they were friends of his and he liked it so much that he told them about it. And maybe about you, too.
You've never been so happy to be right.
You nod your head and as he kept his phone, you started pulling the same edition from the shelf behind you when you hear a screeching sound that almost made you drop the box.
"Oh my God, Colin Hughes, and Isaac McAdoo!" George exclaims and you wonder where you've heard those names before.
The owner joins you at the counter as you place the board game in front of you. Maybe you weren't pretending to be as peppy as you usually do, because George decides to ask, "How are you so calm? Do you know who these guys are? They're Colin Hughes and Isaac McAdoo!"
"I heard you the first time," you turn to the two guys once again, embarrassed on behalf of your boss.
"They're part of the starting team of AFC Richmond!" And that's when it clicks. On one of your all-nighters, you decided to take a break and search up Jamie Tartt just to see what you could find. You ended up at his club's website and saw the rest of the players as well. You didn't pay them much attention given that you were so focused on player number 9, but you saw enough pictures to recognize them, at least.
"So you guys do know Jamie," you think out loud and the two players turn to each other, before sharing looks of realization.
"Oh, you're the girl!" Colin exclaims and you can't help but feel butterflies in your stomach.
"Yeah, I guess so," you try and act as nonchalantly as possible, so neither of them picks up on anything. You turn back to the game and ask, "Is this the one you wanted?"
"Jamie said there were other versions?" Isaac asks and you nod your head to confirm it, which he smiles at. "We want the Sherlock one."
"Okay," you reach for that one on the shelf as George starts offering them discounts on the game.
When he almost offers to give it to them for free along with another set, you stop him by slamming the box on the counter. Why were you the one trying to keep his business alive? "Here it is, hope you enjoy it!"
You ring up their purchase, still trying to hold your boss back from scaring these footballers away before they can pay. You finally bag the whole thing and hand it to them. "Thank you!" you shout as they exit the store.
"Yeah, see you soon!" George says afterward and you look at him in confusion.
"What the fuck was that, George?" He only sighs, most likely the embarrassment only hitting him at that exact moment.
Once he goes back to doing inventory, you can't help but replay what Colin said. Oh, you're the girl! Why was such a simple phrase like that affecting you so much? For all you know, he might've mentioned you being a sore winner, which wouldn't be the first time you've been called that.
But you still hope he said good things about you and maybe even kept better things he thought to himself.
—
"Okay, time's up. Please pass your papers." You write one last word as you get up to give your exam to the proctor, sighing in relief that the semester is finally over.
You had asked for leave for the past few days and didn't have a shift until tomorrow, so you decide to treat yourself to some coffee and pasta for lunch at the campus cafe.
As you settle down at one of the tables, you get a phone call from George. He was more than happy to let you take the time off, so you wonder what emergency had to happen for him to contact you.
As soon as you pick up, George screams your name into the phone. You pull it away from your ear for a second, and respond, "What? What do you need?"
"Look, I'm sorry to disturb you on your day off, but you said that your test ended at 2:30, so I decided to hold off calling you till then. Anyway, someone came in a few days ago asking if we host board game nights."
"And we do," you answer for him as you chew your sandwich.
"Right, and then he said that he was from AFC Richmond." You flinch after imagining how your boss could've reacted at that revelation. "They wanted to hold it a few days ago," George pauses.
"Why didn't you say yes? You could've been game master."
"Yeah well, I wanted to, but they specifically asked for you to go." You put down your sandwich and straighten up. George continues, "I told them you were on leave, but they said they could wait till you were back at work. I said that your test was this morning and I would ask if you'd be willing to end your leave early."
"Okay, sure." You answer, a little faster than you intended. You couldn't believe that the team — and maybe even Jamie personally, — was willing to postpone their game night just so you would be the one to facilitate it.
The surprise was evident in George's voice. Normally, you would reject his idea the moment he mentioned board game nights, but something about this was different for you. "Oh okay, well, I'll send you the address. I'll be bringing the boards there since you don't have a car and I'll meet you there at 4 pm. It's a restaurant, so maybe you can get something to eat before 'cause shit can get crazy at those things and it's best to load up."
You don't know how a board game night could get crazy, but you decide not to comment on it. He sends you the details through text before you end the call and continues eating your sandwich. The place wasn't too far from campus, so you didn't have to rush to get there. But after 10 minutes, you consumed your sandwich and were out the door with your coffee in hand.
While walking, you decided to familiarize yourself more with the players trying to put names to face before you had to interact with all of them at once. You started to get the hang of it, — even looking at team photos and naming them one by one as a test — as you get to the venue at around half past 3.
You arrive at a restaurant called Ola's, and you remember seeing one of the Richmond players post about it. Your dad wanted to have dinner here once, but they were always fully booked so the four of you gave up trying to get a table there.
Because of that, you expected the place to be swamped with customers, but instead find an almost empty restaurant. You notice one guy standing in the middle of it and approach him.
"Hi," He turns around and you recognize him as Sam Obisanya, meaning he must be the owner. You introduce yourself quickly before asking, "Am I at the right place? I'm here to help host a board game tournament."
Sam's eyes widen as he seems to recognize you. "Oh yes, this is the place. Sorry, I didn't expect you to be so early. We already fixed up the tables, but I can also help in setting up the boards if you like."
"Ah no, it's alright. My boss is the one who’s bringing them. I came from my university, so I don't have any of them on me right now." You quickly explain and Sam nods as he leads you to one of the tables to relax, while he grabs some appetizers from the kitchen.
He makes his way back to the table, though he can't seem to stop looking at you. You subconsciously start fixing your hair, wondering if you should've gone to the bathroom before going in here.
He seems to pick up on this and is quick to reassure you, "Oh, I'm sorry for staring. It's just Jamie has mentioned you so many times, so it's nice to finally put a face to the name."
Your heart skips a beat at the mention of the football player. You grab some of the food he offered as you reply as calmly as you can, "Oh yeah, did he tell you how he is nowhere close to beating my number of wins?"
Sam lets out a short chuckle. "No, but I'm not surprised. He did say you're very good at it." You smile and decide to ask why they decided to do a board game night.
It takes a second before Sam replies, "Oh well, Coach always says to do team-building activities every once in a while, and seeing as Jamie has asked almost everyone on the team to play the game at least once, we thought it would be a good idea. I think Isaac and Colin got their own board too and they started bringing it to the clubhouse."
"Shit, I didn't realize that football players loved board games so much," you remarked as you hear the door to the restaurant open.
Both of you look up to see George, who is trying to carry 12 boxes of board game sets. You rush out of your seat to help him out and so does Sam. The sight of the player almost makes your boss drop all of them from his arms, but you quickly scoop four of them and Same takes another four.
"Sam Obisanya," George exhales, once some of the weight is literally lifted off him.
The player simply says, "Hello," and states that he'll start setting up the four boards on the tables near the back.
You snap your fingers to get George out of the trance and the two of your start setting up on the rest of your tables, dropping the character figurines at the bar table and putting the sign-up sheet next to it. Slowly, the restaurant starts filling up with players with George gradually losing his mind at the number of footballers from his favorite team.
You finally get him to leave, but only by promising to convince the team to take a picture with him when he came back to pick up the boards. You're pretty sure he's already making plans to put it on a canvas and hang it on his bed.
You settle yourself behind the bar table to be in charge of the players setting up, each time expecting it to be Jamie standing in front of you. You try and keep your focus on the task at hand every time you hear the boys greet someone new.
Isaac and Colin are the next to write their names and they give you a look that you can't quite decipher. Soon enough, Jamie finally gets here and you straighten up in your seat. He greets some of the players till his eyes land on you.
He approached the bench and once he looked up, he observed out loud. "You're here,”
"Aw, did you want to get rid of me that badly?" You mimic him before explaining that you finished your leave earlier, "just to see you, of course." — with some truth behind that statement. Jamie laughs — albeit, a little awkwardly, — and takes the clipboard. As he signs up, you decide to take the chance to tease him. "Heard you were talking about me to your teammates."
Jamie's eyes widen and he stops writing to shoot glares at the rest of AFC Richmond, not sure who told you. Jamie turns back to you and you laugh. "Don't worry, Tartt. I'm sure you just told them how I'm an absolute god at the game and you're glad I'm not playing tonight." The football player simply rolls his eyes as he joins his teammates.
Once the whole team is complete along with their kit-man Will, you decide to start the tournament. "Okay, hi everyone! Welcome to your board game night." The crowd cheers and you're startled by their enthusiasm. You quickly explain the rules of the night, — though they seem to already know most of it, — and the order of players. It's a draw lots method, so the players will be randomly given a character and an opponent.
Once everyone gets their characters and settles in, you start making rounds in case anyone had any questions. After a while, you start heading back to the bar when someone taps you on the shoulder. You find Jamie already done with his round.
"How'd you win that quickly?" You don't try to hide the surprise in your voice. "Even I take like 20 minutes minimum to win."
"Oh I didn't," Jamie clarifies, and you widen your eyes. "I just couldn't attack Dani. I mean, look at that face." You turn to their table and find Dani smiling at you — "This is fun!" — and waving using his Dracula figurine.
You laugh at his reasoning. "Alright then, guess you're done for the night." You walk back to the bar and Jamie stops on the opposite side of it.
"You hungry? Sam said there's prepped meals in the back and since none of the games are ending soon…" Jamie offers and you obliged, seeing as this might be the only time you might ever get to eat in this restaurant. He grabs two plates from there and settles down next to you. Surprisingly, he managed to grab one of your favorite dishes. You remember mentioning to him that you had tried it at another restaurant in the past and loved it, but you doubt he even remembers it and dubbed it a coincidence.
You decide to keep the topic off board games and instead let him talk about what he's doing since he last saw you. Turns out they had multiple back-to-back matches, so practice was tight and he didn't have time to visit you. He also said the next time he did, it was one of your teenage co-workers manning the counter.
"Oh, Chuck! Yeah, he's pretty shit at board games." You say blankly while you shove another spoonful of food into your mouth.
"I ended up just buying a card game and leaving." Jamie continues and you laugh.
"Sorry, you went all the way there for just that. I go to class on Wednesdays, so I don't have a shift then." The conversation then shifts to your degree and you explain that you plan on becoming a psychologist.
"There is another upside to getting that degree too," Jamie chimes in, and you tilt your head. "You can fuck with someone's head while playing."
"Okay, psychology isn't mind control." Though, you think about it for a second. "But it is pretty close. You’ll be my first victim.” You make your sound more ghostly in that last sentence and Jamie pretends to act terrified and faint.
There is a short silence between the two of you when you realize that most of the rounds are done. You start organizing the next round and once the games start, the other players start going around and rooting for their teammates.
It leaves the area near the bar much more isolated and Jamie lowers his voice. "About that card game I got, it's pretty fun, too."
"Yeah?" You ask as you bring your plate back to the kitchen.
"Yeah. I'd love to take you out and talk about it," you stop in your tracks before turning back to the footballer who adds, “If you want."
You turn around to see Jamie is much closer to you now. It's only then you realize how much taller he was than you, but despite that, you’re not intimidated, especially with him looking so expectantly at you.
It takes a second before your mouth turns into a smile. "I think I'd like that."
Jamie does this small bounce thing on his heels, before trying to tone it down. You only laugh and kiss him on the cheek before heading to the crowd of players. He follows suit and rests his arm on your shoulders.
Some of his teammates notice and start cheering. You look at them confused before deciding to ask Jamie, "Was this all an elaborate scheme to ask me out?"
He shakes his head, "No, 'course not. Was there a deal made after I lost a game to Jan? Possibly," The both of you laugh as you playfully push his head away. You start to accept that this unfairly attractive football player — whom you'll be going on a date soon — can be as much of a nerd as you.
If this is what George meant when he said game nights could get crazy, well, maybe you should’ve given them a chance earlier.
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canceled plans- oneshot
pairings- reader x hyunjin
genre- fluff, oneshot, newer relationship
warnings- making out, cussing
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valentine’s day. the typical holiday where couples would wear matching outfits, buy each other boxes of lindt goodies, and be all lovey-dovey in public. to be honest, you and hyunjin did some of those things on a regular basis, but the two of you have been dating for the past 3 months so this happened to be your first valentine’s as a couple. the other day you were at the mall, shopping for an outfit to wear. as you were behind the enclosed walls of the dressing room trying on clothes, you found a dress that suited you pretty well. it fitted tightly, which you weren’t crazy about. you didn’t usually wear clothing that exposed your chest either, but you felt somewhat confident in it. deciding on the dress, you bought a pair of socks to match with it, matching with your pair of pink platform heels.
the next day, you woke up to the feeling of kisses being peppered over your face and the body next to you rolling into your side. your eyelids opened as you met the sharp gaze of the person mumbling into your ear. “baby, wake up. today’s a special day for us,” hyunjin’s lips brushed against your ear, moving down to place small pecks along your jaw.
groaning and cuddling him closer, you hoped that he would fall back asleep with you. “hyun, not now. please, just twenty more minutes.”
he shook his head and gently pulled the comforter off of you, earning another groan in response. “hyunjin, I swear to god.”
he placed a gentle kiss behind your ear. “did you forget what day it is?”
your eyebrow raised, “saturday? which is why we should be sleeping right now.”
pulling at your top, hyunjin urged you to sit up. “it’s valentine's day!”
eyebrows raising and pupils dilating, your jaw dropped “oh shit, i’m sorry baby! I promise I didn’t forget! I have your gifts ready and everythi-”
hyunjin shushed you with a gentle kiss, smiling when he felt your hair fall against his cheeks. “it’s alright, sweetheart. and you didn’t even have to buy me anything, being with you is enough,” he giggled at his own cliche demeanor as he pulled away.
you stared at how gorgeous hyunjin was, legs crossed with his chin resting on his palm as he looked at you dreamily. you cooed, “what did I do to deserve you?”
his cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, “alright, alright, enough flirting. go get ready for the plans I have today.”
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as you pulled on the white, lace socks so they reached your ankles, you took a look at your outfit in your full length mirror. you wore the light pink, off-shoulder dress you bought the other day. It had a darker pink floral print, complementing the color of the dress. the bottom of the dress had a white laced border with occasional bows around the edge of the lace. to pull the outfit together, you slipped on your heels then shyly walked out of the room. hyunjin’s eyes were on you, taking in every detail of your outfit.
“sweetheart, fuck.”
“hm?”
“you look ethereal.”
the corners of your lips tugged upwards. “you think so?”
hyunjin stood up and began walking towards you. “I think that.. you know how gorgeous you look right now.”
you shyly walked backwards at the same pace, until your back hit the shelf. “yeah?”
once hyunjin reached you, his arms met your sides, hands on the wall for support. “yeah.” his plump lips met yours, eagerly, tearing you to pieces. you felt his hot breath fanning your face as your bodys were pressed up as tightly as possible, making this moment all the more delectable. soon, you found your hands in his dark locks, gently tugging the strands just for hyunjin to let out a noise unfamiliar to you. he pulled away so your lips were grazing one another and started messily kissing his way down to your jaw, smearing your lipstick with his saliva. “hyu-” before you could utter his name, his finger was at your mouth, gently bringing down your bottom lip and shushing you. “shh, you don’t need to say a word, darling. I completely understand.”
“I’m canceling our plans.”
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a/n- I honestly didn’t know that the fic would end up like this 💀 hope you enjoyed nonetheless!!
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@steddiemas Day 19 Prompt: Steddie as Parents
Tags: Established Relationship, Good Parent Steve Harrington, Good Parent Eddie Munson, Christmas Fluff, Elf on the Shelf, Eddie Munson Is A Menace, The Return Of Marley Harrington-Munson
wc: 1079 | Rating: G
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Steve and Eddie grew up thinking the highlight of being a parent around the holidays was getting to partake in any and all Santa traditions. To some extent it is, they both love taking Marley to see the big man, and watching her open the gifts they worked hard to secure is always a top ten moment of the year. But Santa isn’t the only highlight for kids anymore. Nowadays Elf on the Shelf is all the rage and they’re fully on board.
Maybe too on board if they’re being honest.
See, Steve and Eddie have very different approaches to the Elf on the Shelf madness that transpires in their house during the month of December.
After one too many heated arguments over what the Elf should do next, they found a compromise. Steve is in charge of Mango the Elf on even days, Eddie on odds, and neither one is allowed to criticize what the other chooses to do.
Not only does it preserve the Christmas magic for Marley, who nearly stumbled in on the two of them playing tug-o-war with the stupid Elf at two in the morning three years ago, but it also saves their marriage. Steve can’t think of many other things that would be more embarrassing than admitting to a marriage counselor that they’re there because of a damn Elf.
Like clockwork, Mango the Elf arrives on December 1st in a chaotic flurry that Eddie manages to one-up every year. Steve has no idea how he does it, but even he can’t help but marvel at the creative scenes Eddie manages to create — especially this year’s which saw Mango arrive by way of a hot air balloon.
It was a tough act to follow, but the two have made it clear that competition has no space in Mango’s antics. After all, it’s all about putting a smile on Marley’s face. How big that smile is shouldn’t matter.
(It definitely does.)
After scouring Pinterest for ideas and a quick call to Robin who thinks the entire Elf Shenanigans is a nightmare, Steve finds himself cutting 200 pieces of paper into snowflakes to transform their living room into a winter wonderland for Mango to play in.
And so it goes.
Eddie creates mayhem and messes — chocolate chips left in the sink because Mango used it as a toilet, toilet paper dropped over the chandelier, and worst of all, flour all over the kitchen after she engaged in a snow angel competition with Barbie.
Steve bites his tongue and focuses his energy on wholesome moments — a Christmas bow rock climbing wall, a slumber party with socks sleeping bags, and plenty of guests, and of course, Marley’s favorite: Mango’s trip to the Elf spa.
They keep each other on their toes, pushing each other to be more and more creative and Marley gets to wake up every morning to a new scene that brings a smile on her face and reminds them of the childlike wonder they were robbed of but are making up for now.
It’s a flawless plan, until disaster strikes.
“Have you seen Mango?”
“Mango?” Eddie yawns, shuffling into the kitchen. “We didn’t buy any Mangos. S’a summer fruit.”
“Not the fruit, the Elf. What did you do with her last night?”
Eddie yawns again, scratching his bare chest as he waits for the coffee to finish brewing. “I hid her like always. A good one too. You know the birdhouse in the yard? Well, it’s now Mango’s treehouse. Decorated it and everything.”
“You mean the birdhouse that is currently being swarmed by a couple of Blue Jays?” Steve asks, voice teetering in the space between calm and panic.
Abandoning the Kurig, Eddie slides across the floor and over to the window that overlooks the backyard. Sure as shit, a couple of Bluejays are going to town on the birdhouse and Mango judging by the red fabric gliding through the morning breeze.
“Oh shit! Mango!”
Steve and Eddie both sprint into the backyard. Steve works on scaring the birds off, while Eddie collects the mangled pieces that remain of Mango. A leg on the floor, an arm in the bushes across the yard. Her decapitated head lays beaten and bruised inside the birdhouse, eyes pecked out and nose completely missing. Tinsel litters the grass along with the careful construction paper decorations Eddie had spent hours making.
If he weren’t so panicked over what Marley is going to think when she wakes up, he’d be crying.
“What are we going to do!”
“It’s too late to get a replacement this year,” Steve says, shaking his head at the carnage in Eddie’s hands. “Maybe we… we write a note! Say Santa called Mango back early because Marley’s been so good and he needs extra hands on present duty?”
“That could work!” Eddie smiles, leaning over the tinsel-covered grass to kiss Steve. “Look at you, coming in clutch with a story. Told ya I’d make a storyteller out of you one day.”
Steve snorts. “Only took 15 years.”
“Better late than never.”
Steve shakes his hand before his eyes drift back over to Mango’s destroyed state. Letting out a sigh, he tips his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “Is it weird m’going to miss this thing?”
Eddie shakes his head, jostling Steve in the process. “It feels like a death. Maybe we should bury her.”
“And risk Marley digging her up in the summer?”
“You’re right. She doesn’t need that trauma,” Eddie chuckles. “Let’s have a moment of silence in her honor then.”
Steve doesn’t argue and they both duck their heads for a moment or two before a gust of wind picks up turning them into shivering messes. After hiding Mango’s form in the trash bin, they return to their warm kitchen.
“We are going to replace her though, right?” Eddie asks, finally sipping his coffee.
“Oh definitely. The minute they’re back in stock I’m buying two. One for next year and one for backup just in case your wild scenes turn disastrous again.”
“Smart thinking,” Eddie smiles. “Guess I should get started on that letter.”
Glancing at the clock, Steve nods. “Better hurry. Marley’ll be up any minute."
"Shit," Eddie says, scrambling to open their junk drawer full of pens and random scraps of paper. "Distract her for me?"
"I'll try my best," Steve says, pressing a kiss to the top of Eddie's head before disappearing in the direction of Marley's room.
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Let the Games Begin
a/n: Thank you to everyone for the love on my first work! Hope y’all enjoy this one even more.
Special thank you to @killatravtramp for reading my first fic and giving me the confidence to share my work!
Warning: smut and foul language.
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Jack and his friends were idiots, you were convinced. You were all out to dinner and somehow the topic of which gender was the most horny came up in the conversation. Urban claimed that girls were definitely the winners because of some IG model he’d been hooking up with and Clay doubled down, earning a playful smack from his girlfriend.
“Since we can’t ‘come’ to an agreement,” Jack giggled at his own joke, “we should make a bet.”
Everyone at the table had their ears perked up at the opportunity to participate. “Go on, we’re listening.” Quiiso pipes up.
“Some people think women are more likely to cave into their sexual urges, some think that men are. So why don’t we see who can last the longest without it? Like a no nut November but between guys and girls. A good old fashioned battle of the sexes.”
The long haired photographer across from you smiles instantly. “Oh this shit gon be good. I’m in.”
“Me too.” Clay’s girlfriend says excitedly. “Women are superior anyway.”
“What does the winning group get?” You ask the table.
Jack thinks for a second, gently stroking his beard. “Winners get to make the losers their bitch for a week. No questions asked, they gotta do whatever the other says. Period.”
It was on after that. The rest of the meal was extremely uneventful after the declaration of an orgasm ban. You and Jack said your goodbyes and his hand resting on your thigh as he drove made you feel a little warmer than usual.
“Are you sure about this whole ‘battle of the sexes’ thing?” You asked him later from your spot in bed.
He laughs softly, putting his phone on the charger, grabbing you and pulling you into his lap. “Why do you ask? You scared you’re gonna cave in? Baby, I knew you couldn’t get enough of this.”
Grabbing his hands that had mysteriously found themselves on your hips, you moved them down to rest at his sides. “I was looking out for you actually.”
“Looking out for me, girl, what are you talking about? You’re the one always looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.”
Oh he’s sick.
You move closer to cause a little friction as a tease and place a hand on either side of his face. “You literally get bricked up when I whisper in your ear asking you what you want for breakfast. Do you really think you can go without sex longer than me?”
“Yes. I. Do.” He enunciates. “And by the time we’re done and I win? You have to do whatever I say for a week, which probably means you won’t be needing much clothing during that time. So you can go ahead and get your rest now my love because I have BIG plans for us to celebrate.”
If he wanted to get cocky, he definitely met his match. You were going to make this man’s life a living hell.
Day Three
Nemo and 2fo texted in the PG group chat the next that morning that they were out. Jack knew he had to step up his game if the guys were going to win and if he had to play a little dirty in order to get you to cave? Then so be it.
When you got home from work that evening, he was sitting on the couch typing away on his phone. He immediately got up to wrap you in his arms as soon as the door was closed and didn’t let go until you told him you were heading upstairs to change. You came back down shortly after, desperately needing a snack before figuring out what to do for dinner.
There was one problem. All of your snacks had been moved to the top shelf. You shook your head and laughed softly to yourself. Of course he would do this. Getting up to the tip of your toes, you reached for the bag of sweet chili Doritos you’d been thinking about since you got home but they were just out of reach.
After two more tries you thought about pulling up a chair but that would definitely get his attention and you were not about to admit defeat. Just as you were about to say fuck it and just order takeout, there was an outstretched hand reaching over you, easily snatching the bag off the shelf. He was purposefully pressing his body against yours and your breath hitched. There were no boxers under his sweats. You hadn’t been this physically close to that since the bet started. But you had to keep it together, he wasn’t about to get you that easily. Clearing your throat, you turned around to see your boyfriend’s smiling face.
“Here you go babe.” He said sweetly, kissing your forehead. “I know you talked about organizing the pantry, so that’s what I did today.”
You hated how much you wanted to kiss his smug little face. “Thank you. That was really thoughtful.” You stated in the same tone he just used.
“You’re welcome sweetie. Anything else I can grab for you?” He was absolutely loving this.
“Nope, I’m all good baby. You’ve been so helpful already.”
“My girl deserves to be treated like a princess, always. I’m just here to make sure that happens.”
You almost fell for it. Almost.
The two of you were casually laying on the couch watching Love Island when you felt his hand move its way under your sweatshirt.
“What are you doing?”
“Huh?” He said without moving his eyes away from the tv, his thumb running across your nipple. “Oh, I’m just warming up my hands. They were getting really cold.”
You scooted out of his arms, shaking your head. He was really trying to push your limits but you had to stay strong. “Well then you should get a blanket. I’m going to sleep. Love you.”
Jack put his head in his hands, accepting that you wouldn’t be giving up for the time being. “I love you too baby.”
Day six
Admitting that you missed having sex with your boyfriend was probably the understatement of the year. And it was embarrassing. But another one of your friends admitted that they’d caved so you were more determined than ever. There was no way in hell that you were going to allow Jack to brag with a smug look on his face. You’d rather be sitting on it like you were in your dream the night before. Luckily, you had most perfect plan in place to get him to let this whole game go.
The last few days he’d been busy with meetings and a few photoshoots so you treated him by having a candlelit dinner waiting for him when he got home.
“Aw, what’s all this for?” He asked, greeting you with a peck on the lips.
“Just giving you the princess treatment you always give me. No phones, no distractions, just you and me.”
“I like the sound of that.” The two of you ate dinner and caught up with each other as he was blissfully unaware of your ulterior motives.
Three hours later the kitchen was clean, the dishes were out away and you were both in the bedroom. It was go time.
“Didn’t you mention a couple days ago that your back was bothering you?” You tried to make your voice sound as neutral as possible.
Jack raised his eyebrows, unsure of how to proceed. “Yeah I did…why do you ask?”
“Well I was wonder if maybe, you’d like a massage? I won’t try anything, pinky swear.”
Even though you sounded sincere, he wasn’t convinced. But he did really want you to touch him, even if it wasn’t sexual. He missed you. “Fine. But if you try me y/n, I swear to God I will sleep downstairs.”
He hadn’t even finished his sentence before you walked into the master bathroom to grab the essentials. You turned off the lights, lit a few candles and walked back into the room to find Jack shirtless, sitting in the middle of the bed.
“You’re really setting the mood huh?” He laughs, secretly wanting to die. You were really testing his self control. Clad in a black sports bra and white sweats, his mind was running wild. He was so glad that he had to be on his stomach so that the tent growing in his shorts wouldn’t be visible.
Based on the look in his eyes, you knew exactly what was happening and you had him right where you wanted him.
It was taking every ounce of willpower for your boyfriend not to explode when you climbed onto him and ran your nails up his back. He knew what you were trying to do. “That doesn’t feel like a massage at all. I was being serious about sleeping downstairs.” He whispers out, desperately needing to mask the arousal in his voice.
“Sorry, I just…” you let out a deep sigh, “really miss you.”
The sound of your voice was actually intoxicating. Jack needed to close his eyes, take a few deep breaths to compose himself as your hands moved up his back and you started working on his shoulders. A short but still audible moan escaped his lips and he knew he needed to sit up.
“I can’t do this anymore.” He rushes out, sounding like he just ran a marathon.
He definitely slept downstairs that night while you had a smile on your face. Phase one complete.
Day Ten
“Bro, I literally saw one of her thongs her laundry basket this morning and almost cried. I genuinely don’t know how much longer I can do this.” Jack groans, hitting himself in the head with the PS5 controller.
Urban rolls his eyes, laughing at his friend’s turmoil. “Well you better make this shit happen for us cause me and Quiiso definitely fucked these bad ass girls last night. Sorry brother.”
Jack was fuming. “Y’all did what now? You have got to be fucking with me right now Urb.” He puts his head in his hands.
“You had ONE job.” He continues, being horny really did mess with his temper and he felt bad but there was only one thing that could fix it. “Don’t go out and pick anybody up. I live with my girlfriend bro and right now I could probably smell her toothpaste and get turned on.”
“I know I know and that’s my bad. But, that just means you have to make her lose…tonight.”
That was all he needed to grab his keys and head home.
He walked in on you showering and the lack of fog on the mirror told him you’d just started.
The universe was shining down on him after all.
As soon as you heard the shower door open you froze. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and you had to keep a straight face when you turned around to meet his gaze.
“What are you doing in here?” You asked, your voice extremely shaky.
“Saving water of course. We have to do our part to take care of the planet bubs.” He hummed with a huge grin on his face.
You tried to take a step back and stand under the water to calm yourself down but he took ahold of your hand and pulled you in closer to him. “Can I wash your hair?” He asks in a low voice that sends shivers down your spine and you hesitantly nod, only because it means you get to turn around again.
It’s do or die right now even though you allow yourself to relax into his touch. Every single moment with him felt like you were in your own little slice of heaven and the feelings that you were experiencing weren’t sexual. He was your home, this tall and lanky piece of your heart living outside of your body. But you were going to win this bet even if it killed you.
With a new fire lit under you, you returned the favor by washing Jack’s hair. Both of you took turns lathering each other up with soap and you didn’t miss the way that his touch lingered on every inch of your body.
Jack knew that one of you was going to put an end to this battle very very soon.
Day Twelve
The only two people left in the battle of the sexes were you and Jack.
This was all or nothing.
“Babe, where are your pants?” Jack said slowly, his nostrils flaring.
His stressed aura earned a hearty laugh. “Oh I spilled my water so I tossed them in the dryer. There’s like 30 minutes left.” You answered simply, bending down to pick up an AirPod from the floor, revealing Jack’s favorite lavender floral underwear, if it even qualified as such. He wondered if you were wearing the matching bra and he found himself gripping the side of the couch for much needed support.
You heard his breath hitch. “You alright pooks? Cat got your tongue?”
“Uh uh. Nope. I know what you’re doing and I’m not falling for it.” He chuckles dryly, sounding bitter as hell.
“I’m not pulling anything this time. I just—I need…”
Jack stands up at the sound of your clear distress. “Hey, slow down baby. Talk to me, you know you always can.” He was actually concerned, gently running his hand down your back. It was even sexy when he was worried. God you both needed to go touch some grass. Or preferably…each other.
“I’m fine.” You assure him. “I’m just really horny. Like, I’m done Jack. For real.”
His eyebrows were raised and the blood rushed all the way down to an area that pained him to think about. “Wait…are you serious? Please be serious cause I—”
“I’m serious. As serious as the blue balls you’re sporting.” You joke and are immediately scooped off your feet, letting out a squeal.
Jack has to remind himself to savor the moment as he sits you both on the couch. Your legs were wrapped around him and you sat there face to face, just staring for a while, noses mere centimeters apart. He wanted, no needed to be closer if at all possible. Closing the minimal distance between you, he tenderly slid his tongue into your mouth, the kiss quickly become more and more urgent. His hands on your ass, your hands in his hair.
Although you felt the subtle twitch of your boyfriends not-so-little friend in his pants, it wasn’t enough. You rolled your hips a bit, grinding on him and the make out session continued to intensify so you moaned into the kiss for dramatic effect knowing that Jack can’t resist hearing how good he makes you feel. His grip on you tightened ever so slightly and that was just the confidence boost you needed to break the kiss and move down to his neck.
There’s no rushing perfection. But you did want to ensure that you’d get your desired result so there was no other choice than to go in for the kill. You started with tiny kisses behind his ear, nibbling on his earlobe as you worked your way down, placing a hand dangerously close to his member.
He almost instantly halts your movement, taking a hold of both of your hands, turning you on even more. His face was flushed and there was a thin sheet of sweat starting to appear on his forehead. It was like he was in some sort of trance, taking several deep breaths. In through the nose and out through the mouth.
“Um, what are you doing?” You asked him, still locked firmly in his hold. He kept his eyes down and took several more breaths while you put everything together. “You were about to bust a nut weren’t you?”
“No—no I wasn’t.” He stammers out quickly.
“Yes you were!”
“I was not.”
“Jack. You can either cum in my mouth right now or I guess you can cum in your little sweatpants all over yourself. It’s up to you.” You began, getting ready to stand up.
He was flustered so you got up from his lap and ran a hand along his thigh, reaching into his pants to pull his dick out. “B—baby. Um, I—fuck.” His voice quivered and the noises he made were completely out of his control. This was truly an out of body experience for him, one that lasted for about two minutes before he painted the back of your throat.
You looked up to meet his baby blues with a cheeky smile on your face after wiping your mouth.
Victory tastes oh so good.
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Finding the Truth: part two
Part One
Synopsis: A week after the shocking surprise in the parking lot, you and Eddie are now seeing each other for the first time in three years. Dustin and Eddie bicker over what to buy for the occasion.
TW/Warnings: Use of F-word, angst, fluff if you squint
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not edited bc I didn't have time, just trying to write while the muse is still here
For seven days Eddie poured over pictures from Dustin and Wayne, memorizing how she looked at every moment of her life. He was in love with her and didn't even know her yet. But he did, he knew everything about her. Knew that she didn’t want to drink from a bottle for the first year of her life, loved the color green, and was basically a fish the past summer.
Dustin called you on day four, not letting you know that Eddie was back in town and listening to the conversation. You answered on the second ring, “Hello?” breathless as the sound of a tantrum took over the background.
“Sorry it’s Dusty- should I call back?” Eddie glared at the white receiver clutched in his friend's hand, willing you to say no. Hearing your voice for the first time hit hard. The breath was knocked from his lungs and he could picture you standing in the kitchen, barefoot most likely, with the phone cradled between your shoulder and ear watching your daughter let out her emotions.
You sighed, “No, it’s fine. She’s been like this all day. I took her pacifier away last night and she is not happy.” Eddie can hear the frown you’re wearing on the other side.
“Oh well...” Dustin paused and looked at Eddie. “I have a surprise for you and Will. Wanna come over...” Eddie mouthed ‘Saturday’ to Dustin trying to stay quiet, “Saturday to come see it?”
“Uh..” you were craning your neck to look at the calendar on the wall. No one noticed how quiet the background had gotten, “Yeah Saturday is good. I can be there for dinner?”
“Good, don’t forget to bring Willow over!”
“I won't Henderson,” you chuckled over the line. There was a loud crash and then a cry. “Oh shit, lemme call you back. Will just knocked something off the wall-” and the line went dead.
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It was a strange sight to see. Eddie Munson stooped down on the Barbie aisle of a Walmart close to Hawkins, looking for anything that screamed ‘I’m sorry I didn't know you existed this whole time but I love you.’ The pink clashed with his all-black outfit, making him stick out like a sore thumb. It didn't help that Dustin was hovering over him chastising every item he picked up.
“No you can't get that one- she got three mermaid barbies for her birthday this year,” Eddie let out a very dramatic sigh and sat the plastic box down, turning to his friend.
“If you don't shut up-” he threatened the kid. “I’m gonna shove a mermaid doll up your ass,”
“Dude,” Dustin waved his hand around, his voice coming out as a whisper. “Not in front of the Barbies!”
Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose. They had been up and down the aisle three times, each toy he picked up Dustin shot down. It was either a duplicate of one, had too many choking pieces, or she would never touch it. Why did he have to have the most spoiled and picky kid in all of Indiana? He was about to give up when he spotted it. A pink little electric guitar, the perfect toy for a rockstar’s kid. Eddie reached up to the top shelf it was hidden on and pulled it down, showing the item off to Dustin. “s’pretty metal, right?”
“I don’t know how metal a plastic guitar with Barbie’s face is but sure,” Dustin shrugged. He wouldn't tell him that Wayne got her that last Christmas. “She’ll love it.” He was pretty sure it was collecting dust in the corner of Eddie’s old closet at the trailer.
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You weren’t sure what to expect Saturday when you pulled up to the Henderson household. Dustin had been living by himself for over a year now but did he really know how to cook? It was usually you who did the cooking and planning events for the small group of people. Willow sat on your hip, face snuggled up to the crook of your neck as you waited for Dustin to answer the front door.
The white front door creaked open, the face of Will’s “dusty-bun” greeting them with a grin that didn't reach his eyes. ”Hey hey hey there’s my favorite girl!” He was hiding something- you recognized the look when he played with Eddie in Hellfire all those years ago. You raised an eyebrow at him as he reached to take the squirmy toddler from your grasp. “C’mon in. Dinner is almost done.”
“Dusty,” Willow squirmed when they walked into the living room, the pink guitar propped up in a chair. “s’that mines?” You were hit with the aroma of Italian cooking, the commotion in the kitchen distracting you from the toy. Dustin let her down and she scurried over to the chair, fingers tracing over the picture of Barbie on the hard plastic.
“Steve here?” You ask, dropping your car keys on the coffee table and heading towards the intoxicating aroma of cooked garlic. Dustin was right on your heels, hand tugging on the sleeve of your jacket making you halt. “What?”
“Before you go in there I just want you to know I tried really, really hard to keep this a secret. Like really hard but he knows how to crack me,” You furrowed your eyebrows, the sound of footfalls on the carpeted section making you turn.
Eddie stood in the door, a hand towel thrown over his shoulder and dark eyes looking you up and down. “Hey bug,” he offered, the old pet name rolling off his tongue with ease. Your eyes took him in, ripped black jeans, a black fitted tee, your engagement ring hanging from the chain around his neck.
Your breath caught in your throat, and for a split second, it was just the two of you. Had the circumstances been different this could have been just another normal day for the two of you. Dustin’s presence brought them back to their heartbreaking reality.
“Eddie?” You finally turned to Dustin with a groan. “You told him about Willow?”
“I figured it out on my own,” You turned back to face him, already feeling the walls you had built over the years starting to crack. At this moment the world-famous rockstar was just a guy. A guy who just found out he was a dad. Eddie seemed smaller standing in the doorway, eyes apologetic. “Saw your mom with her last week and I just had this gut feeling when she looked at me.”
Your eyes were locked on Eddie but his were locked on the small kid peaking from behind the couch- two sets of identical eyes focused on each other. Slowly he kneeled down to be the same height as her, an inviting smile dancing across his rosy lips. “Hi I’m Eddie,” he murmured to the girl, offering her a hand.
“I know,” Willow quips, cocking her head to the side and moving towards the male. “Gwandpa Wayne tells me stowies ‘bout you.” Dustin wrapped an around your shoulder, both of you taking in the scene. Willow moves cautiously to her dad, a little hand outstretched and ready to play with the long curls as soon as she's in reach. Eddie’s eyes look up at you waiting on a confirmation. You nod, knowing that you wouldn't be able to keep her away from him anymore.
Eddie pulls Willow into a hug, the child instinctively nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck and wrapping her little arms around his neck. She knew from the moment she saw him in the parking lot that day who he was. Wayne had spent countless hours telling her stories about dear old dad and what he was doing out in the world. Pictures of Eddie sat against the wall along with newspaper clippings about his band. Willow had grown up knowing her dad was a rockstar. Eddie kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent of strawberry shampoo and the familiar scent of you.
“Well I really hate to break up this moment but, is dinner ready?” Dustin asked, squeezing your side with a smile. You shook your head, peeling yourself from his side and moving into the kitchen to see what Eddie had attempted to cook. Dustin stayed in his spot, watching Eddie interact with Willow.
You were busy setting the table, placing porcelain plates loaded down with spaghetti into the chairs when Eddie came into the room. The sounds of Dustin and Willow playing with the toy guitar floated from the other room.
“Hey,” it came from you softly, afraid that talking any louder would break the moment and the past would rear its ugly head back at the two of you.
“Hi,” Eddie’s fingers drummed against the tabletop, a nervous habit he had since middle school. “So.. we have a kid- s’fucking crazy.”
“Yeah it is,” you wrapped your arms around yourself, knowing good and well that you would reach for Eddie if you didn't. The moment was intoxicatingly domestic, something you had been yearning for over the years. “Are you mad?”
“At first, yeah. Almost knocked the shit outta Henderson when I came over last week but, uhh,” he rubbed the back of his neck, another nervous habit. “After I found out more about her I just wanted to meet her. She’s fucking perfect Bug.”
“Yeah, at least we did one thing right,” you turn away from him, moving to the counter to cut up the pieces of spaghetti for Willow to eat. You had thought about reaching out sometimes when Wayne had her for the weekend, but how does someone casually drop a bomb like that over an international call?
Your back was still turned to him, a fork cutting noodles and meatballs into smaller sections when Eddie moved from his spot to be closer to you. “Can we talk more about this later? Maybe Uncle Dusty can watch her tomorrow?” He was in your personal space, hand pressing into the small of your back. You searched his eyes for any trace of mischief but there was nothing joking in his gaze.
“Yeah, we can get lunch tomorrow?”
#eddie munson ff#Eddie munson x female reader#dad! eddie munson#rockstar!eddie munson#rockstar!eddie#eddie my love#I have no self control over dad eddie#it makes my uterus hurt tbh
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No Point in Running (STNAF)
Little fic for @stnaf-vn , a yandere VN. Hopefully I got Friend's personality down okay. Minors DNI. Get off my lawn!
For context, this fic takes place after Day 1. Enjoy!
The bar crowd is thin this evening, a perk of coming in on a Tuesday evening instead of a Friday night. You’d managed to finagle a day off work after picking up one too many shifts for a co-worker, and Friend pretty much made his own hours, so you’d invited him out for drinks. It was the least you could do after ghosting him all weekend.
No, you correct yourself sternly, even as you fiddled nervously with the cork coaster resting on the bar table. You hadn’t ghosted him. That would be super rude, and mean, and extremely immature of you. You had just…needed a little bit of space. He understood that. You’d texted him about it and Friend hadn’t seemed that upset.
Of course, he wouldn’t. He was your best friend! You’d known each other for nearly forever! Just because you’d nearly hooked up on your couch one night, riding high on endorphins of requited love, only to wake up feeling like someone had just poured ice-cold water down the back of your shirt because oh god you almost had sex with your super hot childhood best friend oh shit and then hid in the bathroom like a dumbass until he’d left…Friend wouldn’t hold that against you…right?
Right?
The thoughts flee your mind when you glance back at the door for the fifth time in half as many minutes and perk up when you spot Friend walking into the bar. As always, his gleaming eyes lock on you instantly, and he begins to approach. A bit redundantly, you lift your hand and wave.
"Hi, I was waiting for you!"
"You're such a sweetheart,” Friend responds, hugging you a tad too tightly for comfort.
Oof, so he was upset. You let him squeeze you, inhaling the warm scent of his skin and hair where it brushes against yours and makes you dizzy with the memory of his naked skin against yours. You want to pull away, to apologize for hurting him, but before you can even say a single word Friend had already released you and settled next to you at the bar.
“Speaking of, I’ve got a surprise for you," he grinned.
“A surprise?” You echo, watching bemusedly as he reached down and pulled a small paper-wrapped box out from behind his back. “It’s not my birthday. You know it’s not my birthday. Or at least I hope you know when my birthday is-”
“Obviously I know when your birthday is,” Friend interrupted, rolling his eyes as he offered it to you. “Jeez, give a guy a little credit sweetheart! Just open it and tell me what you think.”
Partly suspicious, but mostly excited, you rip apart the paper to uncover a small wooden box. Opening it reveals a brass vintage locket, polished to a mirror shine. A clasp on the side pops the hinges, and you almost tear up at the pictures inside.
Friend is rubbing the back of his head, eyes on the top shelf as though the bottles of liquor were the most fascinating things in the room. “I repaired and restored it to how I imagine it would have looked years ago. Figured you might like to have it. It seemed just right for you."
"Aw, Friend, you spoil me!" You take the locket out and admire it, still cooing over the tiny picture of you and Friend making stupid faces on either side. The moon softens into something honeylike and sticky-sweet, and you immediately feel that flicker of inexplainable panic.
Abort. ABORT.
"You sap,” you force a casual laugh that wouldn’t have fooled a five year old, let alone your best Friend. “Are you trying to butter me up for something?"
"Maybe," he grins at you. His tone shifts until it resembles that of a child asking for a piece of candy. "I have a favour to ask. My dearest sweetheart, may I see you put it on?"
As always, his teasing puts you at ease, and you can’t help but laugh. "Only if you help me with the clips," you reply and turn around, putting your back is to him. The silver necklace settles around your neck, cold but quickly warming up the moment it made contact with your heated throat.
Friend carefully secures the locket of silver chain around your neck. As he lets go of the locket, you feel his warm hand resting against your skin. It’s only for a second, maybe less, and yet the brief touch makes you shiver in your seat.
"There. Perfect," he murmurs, spinning your seat back around so he can admire the way the brass pendant lies in the centre of your chest, dangling right above your heart. “I knew it would suit ya.”
"Thank you, Friend," you give him a fond smile, reaching up to play with the oval weight. "Still, don't you ever get tired of buying me stuff though? I mean, I barely know where to put all the stuffed toys you've gotten me."
Friend laughs, leaning back in his seat. "Is that all you think I do, buy you stuff? I just get you things that remind me of you. Nothing wild, just all sentimental things."
“Right,” you roll your eyes playfully. “And this is pure sentiment? Buying and fixing up Victorian era brassware for me?
Not answering immediately, Friend instead reaches his hand out to touch the locket around your neck. "You like it? It's a real antique, you know. Not your typical locket. Just thought you deserve something special, that’s all."
And of course, he needed something you wouldn’t want to take off. An earring was far too small and an actual ring would have frightened you off entirely (not that he would have let you go far) but Friend couldn’t afford to lose you. Preparations were still being made, but until everything had been finalized he couldn’t afford to lose sight of you for a minute.
Friend smiles sweetly at you, satisfaction oozing through his body as he watches you coo over his gift. In his pocket, the GPS app buzzes with new, up-to-date coordinates.
You would understand. He loves you so, so much, and one day you would see that there was no reason to run. That there was no point in running. All you had to do was say yes.
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Let It Out
Scott Summers x reader
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“God, what the hell is wrong with you?” you yelled. You just came back from a mission with the X-Men. The mission was successful but that didn’t stop you and Scott from arguing about anything the other one did. “Was it really necessary to cover me in dirt and dust?”
“Well maybe if you were paying attention, that wouldn’t have happened,” Scott egotistically replied.
During the mission, a piece of rubble was about to fall on you, but Scott used his lasers to break it and stop it from hitting you, incinerating the rubble on top of your head. This resulted in you getting covered in the dirty debris.
Admittedly, this argument was petty and stupid. He saved you, you know it, but you were never one to miss the chance to argue.
“I was paying attention,” you indignantly argued.
Scott rolled his eyes, “Sure you did. It’s okay, I don’t mind saving a damsel in distress.”
Angered, you got into Scott’s face, “Let’s go outside and we’ll see who’s a damsel.”
“That’s enough, you two. I will not have a fist fight among my students,” the Professor got between you. “Maybe you guys should put whatever it is you two have going behind you and get along.”
“It’s impossible to get along with an egotistical jerk who thinks he’s better than you,” you huffed. “Seriously, you don’t have to tell me everytime I do something wrong. I already agonize over it enough myself.”
You walked off, done with the conversation. Anytime you did anything wrong on missions, Scott was always the first to criticize you on it. It probably wouldn’t have bothered you so much if you weren’t already insecure about your place in the X-Men. You were the newest member of the team and you had less experience than everyone else did with your mutation.
About a year ago, you were walking home from a friend's house. A couple of guys from your school had cornered you. Before they could do whatever they had planned for you, you had pushed them away with your hands and accidentally launched them into the building behind them.
Your mutation allows you to manipulate vibrations. The Professor found you after your family had disowned you and brought you to the mansion. Since, he’s helped you control your mutation and helped you become stronger.
“You know, she’s never going to be your friend if you do that all the time,” Jean softly offered advice.
“I don’t want to be her friend,” Scott snapped at her.
“Right because you want to be more,” Peter smirked.
“I don’t want to be her anything. Same as you guys, I just don’t want her to get hurt,” Scott sighed, annoyed.
“You’re cute, when you’re in denial. I’m a mind reader, you can lie to yourself but you can’t lie to me,” Jean pat his shoulder before leaving too.
Everyone except for you seemed to be privy to the way he felt about you, much to Scott’s chagrin. Eventually he made his way to his room to sulk for the rest of the night.
You on the other hand, made your way to the Danger Room to get some training in. The only way for your brain to shut up about all your insecurities was to train them away. After a few hours of training alone you felt better. All of your frustrations toward Scott washed away.
You were still in your training outfit, but didn’t care as you made your way to the kitchen for a snack before you showered. The sports bra and shorts you were wearing were more revealing than you would have liked to be seen in so you wanted to get your food and leave as quickly as possible.
You grabbed a packet of popcorn off the shelf and put it in the microwave. You turned around and was surprised to see Scott walking into the kitchen too. He was looking down so he most likely didn’t notice you.
“Ahem,” you cleared your throat, so Scott would look at you. “You almost bumped into me.”
“Shit, you scared the fuck out of me,” he jumped. He stared at you and you wished more than anything that you could see his eyes to know what he was staring at. You crossed your arms over yourself feeling insecure under his scrutinizing gaze.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, to break the silence.
Scott seemed to snap out of his thoughts and smirked at you, “Taking in the view.”
The microwave beeped behind you, thankfully. You turned around to get your popcorn and to hide the blush on your face. Scott Summers did not just make you blush.
“Pervert,” you muttered. You poured your popcorn into a bowl before turning around again. Scott was staring at the floor now, seemingly deep in thought. Of what, you did not care.
You tried to walk away but Scott grabbed your arm, preventing your escape.
“What the hell do you want, Summers?” you asked aggressively. Scott has never touched you before outside of training or mission, so you were wary of him now.
Frustrated, Scott ran his hand through his hair. You tried not to let your eyes linger on the motion.
“Why do you have to be such a bitch? I was g-going to,” Scott stuttered before he snapped his mouth shut.
Scott wanted to apologize to you. He realized that you might think his criticism was always said to put you down. That you might not know that he doesn’t want to see you get hurt and that he wouldn’t be able to handle the day you stop arguing with him.
“Going to, what?” you asked.
“Doesn’t matter. Nevermind.” Scott sighed, letting you go.
He’s acting weird, weirder than usual with you, and you didn’t know what to do. Concerned, you placed your hand on Scott’s arm, asking, “Are you alright?”
Scott harshly shook your arm off, tersely replying “I’m fine.”
“Well sorry for asking then,” you replied, a little offended. This whole conversation was confusing you, making you feel like you’re suffocating.
You flee from the kitchen, going back to your room for the night. Scott remains in the kitchen, cursing himself for his lack of social prowess and expressing his feelings.
For the next few days, Scott avoids you like the plague. When you join everyone on the couches, he’s the first to get up and leave. He sits as far away from you as he can during dinner. He’s even stopped criticizing you during training.
It was an odd feeling. The lack of Scott’s annoying voice should have offered you peace. It should have made you feel better that someone wasn’t analyzing your fighting technique, waiting to tell you everything wrong with it. The entire week, you waited for Scott to pay attention to anything you did, but his attention never came. It made you feel unsettled.
There was a knock at your door, Jean yelling, “Mission in 20.”
You put on your mission clothes and made your way to the jet. Taking your seat and buckling your seatbelt, you waited for the debriefing.
“It’s a fire and rescue. 12 story office building. . .” the professor rattled on. It was a simple mission. People trapped in a building that the X-Men were supposed to help rescue.
You were finishing your search of one of the floors of the building, when you heard Jean’s voice in your head, “Building is clear of civilians, everyone get out as fast as you can.”
You would have listened to her if you could, but there was concrete blocking your only exit. You tried to use your mutation to break it but you were weak and tired. The ash burned as it coated your throat and lungs, making you cough wildly.
You could feel the panic seep its way into your brain but you tried to keep a level head. Logically, at least one person from your team had to notice you didn’t make it out. You tried and failed one last time to push away the concrete blocking your way.
“Professor! Jean!” you screamed as loud as you could, hoping someone heard you, telepathically or not.
With your lungs gasping for clean air, you sunk to the floor. Before you, there was a flash of red before Scott’s face showed up in your vision.
“Y/N,” he screamed for you, the sound ripped from his throat. He looked uninjured which brought you a bit of comfort as he made his way over to you.
Before either of you could do anything, a support beam collapsed between the two of you, separating you.
You felt like you were suffocating, not enough clean air making its way to your brain. Your whole body was vibrating, “Scott, I don’t feel right.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m going to get you out of here,” he replied, panting.
Neither of you commented that this was the first time you ever called him Scott instead of Summers and the first time he gave you such an endearing nickname.
You felt like you may explode so you did the only thing you could think to do. Scream.
“Scott!” you screamed. You let your voice out, probably damaging your vocal cords with how visceral and loud you were screaming. Next thing you know, everything goes black.
Scott’s face was dirty, filled with scratches and scrapes. But he didn’t care to wash up or do anything until he knew you were okay. He explained to the professor what happened and thanked Jean for saving the both of them.
Sitting on the floor outside the clinic, this past week washed over Scott. How fucking stupid he was to ignore you all week. He wished more than anything that he just told you how he felt in the kitchen and wished he wasn’t so hard on you all the time.
The door next to him opened and closed, making Scott stand up. Hank stood in front of him, “She’s awake and okay. A little bruised and weak but that’s it. You can see her.”
“Thanks,” Scott muttered walking into the room.
You sat in a hospital bed, wincing anytime you moved. Hank filled you in on what happened. Scott had helped Jean find you and get you out of the building. It turns out your voice was a secret weapon you didn’t know you had. Manipulating vibrations with your hands was one thing, but your voice was an entirely other thing.
The door opened, stirring you from your deprecating thoughts, Scott standing in the doorway. His face is covered in scratches that he didn’t have the last time you saw him. Your bad thoughts come back in an instant, bringing silent tears to your eyes.
Scott sits on the edge of the bed next to you. Shyly he gives you a small, “Hi.”
“Did I do that?” you ask, your voice scratchy from overuse. You bring your hands to his face but he softly takes your hand in his bringing it to his chest.
“It’s okay,” he replies instead of answering you.
Your chin wobbles as the tears in your eyes start to fall. You wipe them away with your free hand, before staring at the wall behind Scott, “Why are you here?”
“I had to make sure you were okay,” Scott replies.
“Why would you care if I’m okay? You’re probably here to tell me how stupid I am for getting trapped. Or yell at me for accidentally hurting you. You never fail to tell me what I do wrong every mission,” you let your thoughts slip past your mouth.
There was a small voice in your head that wanted Scott to be telling the truth, that he cared for you. But there was another insecure voice, asking you why would he care about you?
“God, I’m so stupid. Let me explain,” Scott begged. He continued after your silence. “I never wanted you to feel weak. The only reason I harp on you so much during training and missions is because I never want to see you get hurt. I know you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, especially in a fight, but you mean so much to me that I always want to know if you’re safe.”
“But you’re always arguing with me,” you whispered. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.
“Well, you are pretty hot when you get all angry at me,” Scott smirked.
You giggled and went to softly slap Scott but he caught your hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss.
“If you let me, I promise I will make up every single comment and argument. I’ll even let you practice your new-found powers on me,” Scott smiled at you.
His face was pleading for you to agree and how could you tell him no.
“I’ll forgive you. On one condition,” you teased. He excitedly nodded his head. “You have to say, ‘Y/n is the best X-Women to ever exist and could beat my ass if they wanted to.’”
Right away, Scott recited, “Y/n is the best X-Women to ever exist and could beat my ass if they wanted to. They also really really want to kiss Scott Summers because he is very handsome.”
You laughed again, “Who said you were handsome?” But who are you kidding, he was to die for.
“So you’re not denying that you want to kiss me,” he smirked again. God, this man was going to drive you crazy.
Instead of answering, you placed a sweet kiss on his lips. Before it could get too heated, you pulled away to speak. “You are very handsome, Scott Summers.”
He did a little triumphant fist bump in the air, smiling at you. And for a moment, you weren’t worried about the X-Men, or your new powers, or anything outside of you and Scott. You felt at peace.
#the x men#fluff#x men imagine#scott summers#scott summers x reader#one shot#female reader#fanfiction
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꒰ 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓? ꒱ 古賀祐大
summary : you and your boyfriend broke up on bad terms, however, you can't seem to get over him when it would be so easy to be under him instead
genre : angst, non-idol!k x afab!reader, 1st person pov (yeah idk why either)
tws : angst, suggestive content, kissing, alcohol consumption, language, toxic!k, lovesick!reader, jealousy, verbal fight
author notes : fuma’s innocent don’t do girl don’t do itttt
word count : 2.2k
my phone pinged! and i debated ignoring it — for the nth time in the last hour. the music was blasting, the bass shaking the house in a dub-step rhythm. i took another swig from the metal can that had somehow made it into my hands as another text rang out and caught the attention of the girl attached to my arm. the smooth liquid was the best the bottom-shelf had to offer, and beggars can't be choosers when trying to get drunk fast.
her eyebrows knit, eyes locking on the piece of machinery closest to her sights, then raising to mine.
honestly, right now, i wanted to throw the overly-expensive communication piece at the wall and watch it shatter. i looked to her, the phone, and then the can, taking the rest of it back and crushing it like a frat-boy would.
she huffed out a laugh, "you didn't block him?" but, it wasn't so hard to believe and she knew it just as well as i did.
i still loved him, even after the couple of months we've been broken up; it's not because it was on good terms. actually, it was the complete opposite: we were shit to each other and it was best we went our separate ways. we should, in reality, hate each other. it would only be the natural thing for two people in our situation to do — however, i can't help fighting the urge to reply.
her disappointment was apparent, “y/n, are you kidding me. he’s not even here right now but you can’t stop thinking about him! pick any other guy, i beg.”
my senses were colliding like a car-wreck — leaving my better judgment in the leftover to never be found again. i could see the red and blue and hear the sirens howling out to the moon. still, even under my dying breath, his name would roll off it.
“i-i’m tryi —“
“don’t be ridiculous, i know you well.” she said, fishing the phone that wouldn’t stop buzzing out of my hand. she read out the top text, “y/n, come over. i need to apologize. I need y — he’s drunk. he only ever says shit like this when he’s drunk! you forget he was my friend before he ever dated you. and, god, do i regret introducing you to him.”
my heart sank, a nausea creeping up my throat. he was bleeding me dry, i knew it, but he could have it all; my skin, bones, blood and teeth.
“block his number before you do something we’ll both regret!” she handed it back, “you know i only want what’s best for you — you’re you for fuck sake! you could have anyone, and i mean anyone, yet the only person in your head only texts you at two fucking a.m. you deserve better than him, don’t kid yourself.”
tears pricked my eyes because i knew it was true, but the shooting pain only went away when his hands were on my skin. it was better to stay away, to not take the risk. he should’ve been — should be — the one to get away, and sometimes i also wished she’d never introduced me to the devil under a different name.
“okay,” i sniffled, her palm resting against my cheek comfortingly, “i’ll block him.”
“good.” she unlocked her arm from mine, pushing me forward, “now go find someone better! god knows the bar is low!”
i felt the brush of a body against mine as i found myself smack in the middle of the crowd. my head whipped to the sights of a boy, probably around the same age as me, half-lidded eyes and flushed features. he apologized but, honestly, it was my — her — fault, though he didn’t seem to register that it was anything but an accident, probably too drunk to.
it was an envious state, i thought.
i smiled lightly, her words echoing my mind, “its okay. i’m sorry. my name’s y/n.” his face was soft with godly-defined structure: sharp nose, eyes and plush lips that upturned with a smile resembling mine.
“fuma!” he said, trying to shout over the music. however, something about his tone told me he wasn’t loud, exactly the opposite in fact: gentle, and warm. something my boyfriend — ex — had lacked when we were still together once upon a time. “you’re very, uh, beautiful.”
i laughed at his awkwardness, though i had to read his lips to understand. “thank you,” i replied, pulling him down to my height to hear each other better. my lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “you’re very pretty too.”
he visibly shuddered as i pulled away, furthering my slight sense of pride, mostly because i never had an effect over the only person i wanted to.
he choked out, “d-do you want a drink?” and i nodded, grabbing at his empty hand. the friend i had come with gave me an approving smile and shrugged as if to say the cliché, 'he's cute and you only live once.' he froze, obviously a little shocked by our sudden intimacy, however he brushed it away and led us both to a quieter area; weaving through lip-locked and timely-jumping college students.
i found myself pushing up onto the counter top, watching as he grabbed two beers from an already opened case. they were warm, but again, beggars can’t be choosers when trying to get drunk. he cracked it open and handed it in my direction.
his eyes wouldn’t land on mine, but only stared at the lips that were taking the smooth liquid so easily, watching my throat bob with every gulp. he shifted, leaning against the painted-wood-plastic at my side.
after a moment of deafening silence he asked. “do you go to this school?”
“no.” i replied, letting the can rest against my crossed legs, “i’m here with a friend.”
“a boyfriend?”
the words stung, because no matter the truth, i still wanted to say yes. i still wanted to be able to call the person i loved so deeply my boyfriend — to have him pick me up from this stupid frat-party and not have anyone say anything about it. i still wanted him, and i knew exactly why, though i’d never admit it.
i bit my lip and fuma must’ve, even through his clouded state, read the room. “a sensitive subject, i’m sorry.”
“don’t be sorry, i, uh, don’t have a boyfriend.”
“anymore.” he corrected. maybe it was because he was drunk that his words, even slurred, were so truth-filled it stung. “but i can tell you still want him to be.”
“no,” you paused, both knowing it was a lie, “i want to forget about him. he’s not here.”
“he’s not?”
“i don’t give half-a-fuck where he is in actuality.” you swallowed a bit of your pride, as well as some beer, “if he wanted to, he would. right?”
“right.” he replied, taking another swig.
i looked at him, all of him in disbelief. he knew i was a liar, but at the end of the day he didn’t even know me the way my ex could claim. maybe, i thought, that it was the best possible situation for me to be in. actually, it was the best i could make of this fucked up reality.
my voice lowered ever-so-slightly, “do you want to?”
“be your boyfriend?”
“woah, slow down there cowboy. let’s not go that far right now — we both know i’m not over my ex.”
i couldn’t tell if his face flushed from embarrassment or just the copious amount of alcohol running through his blood. “then, do i want to what?” he breathily-laughed out.
“make me forget?”
my reply almost sounded desperate, and i wondered if that resulted in an inclination to say yes. i wondered if that’s why i was pressed against the countertop i once sat criss-crossed on, lips locked with a stranger.
i felt guilty — a little lost — the sense of feeling so good but so wrong leaking through the thought of him; the man whose hands desperately groped whatever he could find, pressing our bodies so close i was convinced we could merge into one.
a moment ago it was true i wanted him to make me forget about my ex, i wanted him just as bad as he did me. but right now, the flashes of someone else strobed behind my eyelids, projected so nicely that i even wanted to forgive him — for the nth time in the years we spent on and off. i wanted to feel the intimacy of love, even if it was fake, but i couldn't when the only person i felt stockholm syndrome for was across the city.
but, a bus ride at this hour would be easy. it would take barely half and hour before i was underneath the man i wanted so pathetically.
my body shivered, but it wasn’t from the way fuma gripped my skin so gently. i felt a coursing guilt rush over me like a bad high. in reality, i knew i shouldn’t have offered, especially when both him and i were under copious amounts of influence; him worse-off than me. i was taking advantage of a good situation, a seemingly good guy, just to get over a bad for 40 minutes.
maybe i was just crazy — not crazily in love — but just plain fucking crazy. crazy for a man who wasn't mine anymore. crazy because i knew i shouldn't want him. crazy because i knew i was just losing a part of me that should've been lost a long time ago. crazy at the thought of being crazy.
"y/n" god, now i could ever swear i was hearing voices — his voice. well, that was until a hand grabbed my bicep, pulling me away from the tall man. "y/n, what the fuck are you doing?"
i didn't even get a chance to swing around fully before i was being pulled from the kitchen and out of the house entirely. the air was frosty, but honestly i couldn't be bothered to even feel cold; too annoyed to think of anything but the man who was still latched to my arm. eventually, i got fed up, after feeling copious amounts of despair fill my chest, pulling my limb from him.
he turned around calmly, despite the red i could see seeping behind his pupils. he tried to grab my hand this time, but i back away before he had the chance.
"don't — don't touch me, k." i crossed my chilled arms over my chest, one foot back and prepared to step again, "what are you doing here?"
"you weren't answering."
i scoffed, "i never answer, k. that's nothing new."
he didn't hesitate, and it was a little shocking, "your location is still on."
"that doesn't give you th-the right to just show up out of the blue!"
and despite being mad at him, he looked so damn cute with a pout on his face. i could tell he was somewhat drunk, a pink tinting his features i used to adore oh-so-much.
"but, you weren't answe —"
you yelled, "why would i answer you, k!" i couldn't understand his infatuation with the fact that i didn't answer his late-night texts, but maybe he was just as lovesick as i felt. "wh-why would i do that after all this time?"
was he just as damaged as i was? did he really still front like he cared, and was i still falling for it over and over again? it's said that to forgive takes strength, but right now i think that holding back is taking more out of me. he had my heart in his hands still, and despite dropping it countless times, he always knew when and where to pick it back up.
i wasn't sure if i loved him, but i'm just as unsure about not being in love with him. he's driving me to brink of insanity. he's gotten everything out of me, and it's taking everything in me to not muster up more.
if i had known that love would've had such a high price tag, would i still have felt the same way towards him? maybe the good could out-weigh this bad, but i was never one to wishful think before meeting his stupid-pretty eyes. i was never one to feel so unsure before having his stupid-hot skin on mine. i was never one to wear my heart on sleeve before he oh-so-gently pulled it out of me.
and maybe he was unsure too. maybe he didn't know why i wouldn't — couldn't — answer his messages. maybe he was one to think so highly of himself that s breaking up was just a suggestion.
did i love him enough to give him a fourth, fifth and sixth chance? yes. i loved him enough to forgive and forget after every little mistake, and that's what's eating at my brain. the hardest thing I've ever had to do was walk away while still loving him. so, why doesn't it feel like it's for the better? why doesn't his memory fade like its supposed to.
"admit that you only came to see if i was with someone else." i sighed, tears blurring over his frame, "admit that it was because you were blinded by jealousy. admit that you still want me, that you can't get over us as easily as i thought. admit that you still lo —"
"i love you, y/n."
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