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Wicked Game E.M.
Warnings: 18+, minors don't interact! angst, slightly mean!Eddie, enemies to lovers, smut, Eddie calls reader names, choking, Eddie spits in reader's mouth, masturbation, unprotected sex, jealous Eddie, jealous reader, Eddie calling himself freak, hurt/comfort, Eddie calls reader ‘bee’, it’s a nickname he gave her
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Summary: Your best friend Steve and his new friend bring someone into your life that you just can't stand, Eddie Munson. He teases you, he says mean things to you and as foolish as you are, you still desire him- just like he desires you.
Word count: 12.5k+
Note: @take-everything-you-can , thank you for this amazing request. I hope you're gonna like this one, I loved writing it!
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You and your best friend come as a package deal, wherever one goes, the other follows. There is not a single day you spend without each other, you do lunch breaks together, he comes over to hang out even when you’re busy studying or doing homework, you help him get ready for dates and he helps you pick out outfits for parties, when he’s sick, you take care of him and vice versa. You adore him. You are pretty sure that you will move in together if neither of you find a partner till then.
You grew up together and always stuck to each other’s side.
When your best friend found a second best friend, you were scared that you would lose him but luckily, that wasn’t the case, he didn’t leave, he didn’t abandon you like others would do after making new friends. You would always be his number one and he made that very clear and she became your best friend as well. Robin is amazing, you adore her just as much as you adore Steve. She is funny and sweet and you love spending time with her but you can’t stand her ‘forever’ best friend, Eddie Munson.
That man had it out for you ever since he laid eyes on you, you don’t know what it is about you that makes him so mad but he never fails to make you feel irritated and angry. Eddie is not malicious in any way, he is no bully. He just makes his dislike for you very known. He teases you, makes sly and snarky comments, glares at you before you even turn to look at him.
That was before your best friend became his best friend.
Now it’s so much worse because not only do you have to tolerate him at school, you also have to tolerate him in your free time.
While Robin is always sweet and supportive of you.
Eddie is grumpy, mean and annoyed with you.
You don’t know where it had all started, you can’t even remember if you ever even talked to him before he chose to hate you, all you remember is the cold shoulder he only ever gave you.
You do wonder why he dislikes you so much, is it because you come from the popular crowd? Maybe. But Steve used to be the most popular guy in school and Eddie still gets along with him and likes him. Is it because you have wealthy parents? Because you live in a big house, wear fancy clothes and have a nice car? Possible. But Steve has it all too and he never gets shit from Eddie. Or are you just an unlikable person to him? Now, that would make you sad because that would mean that he would just hate you for the person you are, he would hate you for your personality, for being you.
But then things take a small turn after a party at Steve’s place. You see a little deeper into his mind.
“What’s with the scowl on your face, bee?” Eddie asks as he gets so close to your face that you can smell the disgusting beer and cigarettes.
“Ew, get off,” you scowl as you push him away, “and stop calling me that, nerd.”
Eddie hasn’t strayed away from that nickname ever since you had been stung by one when you were all out at the lake, you kept swatting away the bee that continuously made it’s way back to you, you called it annoying and hissed in pain when it had stung you. Eddie laughed at your demise, ‘you’re a bee too, annoying and ready to attack’.
He smirks, flicking your hair, he moves back and plops down on the bench beside you, he follows your gaze, he can’t even help but scoff when he sees what you’re looking at.
Steve is talking to the girl that stood him up a week ago, calling off the date because of her upset stomach but then you and Robin ran into her at the store, she was with a different guy, he hugged her from behind and kissed her neck while she was picking out snacks, not looking sick at all.
Eddie rolls his eyes, “jealous huh?”
You scrunch your face up, tearing your eyes away from Steve, you turn to look at Eddie, “why would I be jealous?”
He shrugs, leaning back, he blows smoke into your face and smirks when you begin to cough.
“Because you’re in love with Steve.”
A loud laugh falls from your lips, earning a few looks from the other partygoers who spend the night out in the garden rather than the crowded house.
“I’m not in love with Steve,” you snort, shaking your head as your eyes flicker with amusement.
It’s not the first time that someone assumed that you are in love with him or that he is in love with you. You get mistaken for a couple, all the time, sometimes you play along just for the fun of it but you and Steve are not into each other, at all. It has always been purely platonic between you two, there’s no feelings on his part and neither on yours. You are best friends, platonic soulmates.
“Yes, you are,” Eddie says.
Rolling your eyes, you sigh, “what makes you say that?”
“Because you’re super close and you are fiercely protective of him, like in a way where you can just tell that you’re in love with him.”
“That’s such nonsense,” you scoff, “I’m protective, yes.”
He nods, shrugging.
“Because he is my best friend! One who got hurt by a girl he used to love, he got his heart broken, twice! I don’t want it to happen again, he deserves better.”
Eddie thinks about your words, searching for something in your eyes, for a moment, you think that he believes you but then he shakes his head.
“Yeah, you’re still in love with him.”
You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest, you lean back, “okay well, then you’re in love with Robin.”
Eddie laughs loudly, throwing his head back. You glare at him, growing irritated by his presence.
“You’re funny, bee.”
“Why am I funny? I mean, you’re just as close as Steve and I are,” you shrug.
His brown eyes twinkle with amusement, he leans in closer. You ignore the way his cologne makes your head spin or the way his eyes flicker down to your lips or the way he– ‘Stop!’ you tell yourself.
“Robin doesn’t swing that way, remember?”
A breathy laugh leaves your lips and you smirk at him, “yeah but you do, right?” You ask, raising your eyebrows, “just because she isn’t into you or into men in general, doesn’t mean that you can’t have feelings for her. Unrequited love is a thing, you know that right?”
His eyes darken, smirk falling from his lips, his expression hardens, he eyes your face slowly, nodding after a moment of silence, “yeah, it’s a thing. I know that,” he mumbles under his breath, bitterly. He clenches his jaw and looks away.
You furrow your brows as you stare at his side profile. There’s something deeper behind his words, you know that but you choose to ignore it.
“So, you are in love with her, huh?” You ask, smirking in satisfaction when you realize that you have successfully used his own teasing against him.
He scoffs, putting his cigarette between his lips, he stretches his arm out behind you and looks up at the sky, “no, I’m not in love with her.”
“Am I supposed to believe that?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” you nod, shrugging, “well, then you gotta believe me that I’m not in love with Steve.”
He snorts at you, “right, okay.”
Placing your palms on the bench, you take a moment to look at him. It’s a hot summer night, the heat forced him to leave his beloved leather jacket at home or probably in the van. He wears a muscle shirt, some band logo you don’t recognize on the front. You let your eyes roam, eying his belt, you wonder if he had bought it that way or if he added the cuffs himself– wherever he got them from, either way, it looks good. He plays with the loose strings on his dark jeans, you notice a new ring on his middle finger, you look up, your eyes land on his pale neck. Squeezing your thighs together, you lick your lips and blink, pulling yourself out of your thoughts, your eyes meet his– he caught you staring.
A smirk pulls at his lips, he eyes your flustered face, whether you realize it or not, you’re biting your bottom lip and squeezing your thighs together– oh, it seems like he found something new to tease you about.
“Are you checking me out?”
For the first time, you have nothing to say, nothing to fight back with, no snarky remarks or comments left for you to give. Instead of saying something, you scoff and roll your eyes at him before you jump up and walk away, leaving a satisfied Eddie behind.
The next time Eddie sees you, you barely even look at him or acknowledge his presence and it pisses him off. It’s no secret that you don’t like him, you let him know any chance you get. You roll your eyes at him, you snap at him and refuse to sit next to him, even when it’s the only free seat left. Eddie takes it as a rejection, he thinks you are repulsed by him and by anything he does.
A part of him assumes that you think he is gross, after all, that’s what the girls at school say about him. They assume that he is unhygienic, that he doesn’t look after himself, that he doesn’t shower or washes his clothes and that’s why you refuse to sit next to him.
Eddie was always an observer, a very good one, except when it comes to you. You refuse to sit next to him because his cologne makes you dizzy, in a way it shouldn’t because Eddie hates you, you shouldn’t like anything about him, you shouldn't have any positive feelings for him.
Eddie thinks you laugh and giggle at the jokes people make about him, not knowing that you always defend him even when he still hates you.
“Eddie,” Robin hisses, nudging his shoulder.
“What?” He grumbles, still staring– glaring at you and your stupid smile as you look through the polaroid pictures you have taken with Robin earlier when you went out to a big flower field to take pretty pictures.
“Stop looking at her like you’re trying to make her disappear.”
“Maybe that’s what I’m trying to do,” Eddie shrugs as he reaches for the bag of M&M’s, opening the bag and putting the candy into the bowl that Steve had put out on the counter.
Robin rolls her eyes, groaning in annoyance, “you know, if you just tried to get along with her, things could be so much easier.”
Eddie hates the way his heart skips a beat when you throw your head back in laughter after Steve had whispered something in your ear. Jealousy rushes through him when Steve comes up behind you and lays his chin on your shoulder, looking at the pictures with you.
Robin knows her best friend very well. She knows that he doesn’t hate you or dislike you in any way, he is intimidated by you, by the feelings he could have if he just let them in. Eddie had crushes before but they were all lighthearted ones, he, himself didn’t even take them seriously, he just admired that person and then moved on a few days later but you? He always had a thing for you, even before Robin befriended Steve, and you and Eddie were forced into each other’s lives. He always looked at you differently but compared to his other crushes, he never let you become one or at least, that’s what he made himself believe. You are more than just a crush.
“Why me? She’s the one who’s being a bitch.”
Robin scoffs, laughing at her best friend, “you’re not serious right now, are you?”
Eddie’s brown eyes flash with annoyance, “I am serious.”
Robin runs her fingers through her short hair, “you’re such an idiot, Munson.”
He scrunches his face up, tearing his eyes away from you and Steve, he turns towards his best friend, “why am I an idiot?”
“Because you’re the one who’s always being mean towards her for no reason, you act like a damn child who can’t deal with the crush he has on that one girl,” she says in a hushed whisper, glancing at you to see if you or Steve are looking, “you’re my best friend and I love you dude but grow up, you’re 20 for fucks sake!”
Eddie raises his eyebrows at her, he’s not even hurt, just amused and surprised.
“Oh and if you haven’t realized it yet, the thing you’re feeling whenever you look at her and Steve, it’s called jealousy,” she smirks as she grabs a few of the snacks they have prepared, “Steve is truly just a best friend, they’re purely platonic, with a capital P, like you and I,” she says, pointing between them, “but when she actually starts dating someone, imagine how you’ll feel then. So, you better get that stick out of your ass and start treating her the way you actually want to treat her.”
She leaves him standing in the kitchen, smirking to herself when she notices the flustered look on his face. She knows that he likes you, just like Steve knows that you like Eddie. You’re both too stubborn to realize it.
“Are we ready for movie night, or what?” Robin asks as she places the snacks on the table.
“Yes!” You say, clapping your hands together, you start collecting the polaroid pictures.
“What are we starting with?” Steve asks as he gets up to put the tape in, “the shining or the evil dead?”
“Both are gross,” you shudder.
“Aw, does the princess need protection?” Eddie asks as he walks into the living room.
Steve chuckles, smirking at Eddie while you roll your eyes. You get up and walk past him with the pictures in your hand, you put them back in your little backpack, not noticing that you have left one on the floor. Eddie’s eyes fall on the picture, putting the bowl of M&M’s on the table, he bends down to pick it up, it’s a picture of you, it’s a little blurry but still sharp enough for him to see all your beauty. Your smile is bright, your eyes are squinted, the sun is shining down on you, making your skin glow. You’re wearing the same little sundress you’re wearing right now, flowers are tucked into your hair. Eddie can’t even help but smile, his heart beats a little faster.
You are so beautiful.
“Alright, let’s watch the movie!” Steve says, startling Eddie, who quickly puts the picture into the backpocket of his jeans, looking around to see if anyone has noticed anything but no one did. Steve settles on the couch, Robin plops down next to him, giving him a knowing smirk. Steve nudges her shoulder as he reaches for the bowl of popcorn.
Eddie shakes his head, sighing. They are plotting something, he knows, they are.
Sitting down on the other end of the couch, he leaves the spot next to Robin for you, already expecting you to complain about sitting next to him. To his surprise, you sit down next to him without a single complaint.
Eddie is a little surprised.
“Do you want cuddles, bee?” Eddie smirks.
You roll your eyes as you look at him, “from you? No thanks.”
He chuckles, “aw, come on, I’ll keep you safe.”
“I’m not even scared.”
Lies.
As much as you love horror movies, some of them just scare you. You flinch at every jump scare, hide your face behind your hands and use every possible excuse to leave the room, whether it is to get snacks or having to use the bathroom and as though the darkness in Steve’s big house isn’t bad enough, it also starts storming outside. The winds are heavy and the thunder is loud, it begins to rain harder and harder.
Your knees are pulled to your chest and you opt to look out the window instead of the TV screen, just as one of the characters starts screaming, Eddie pokes your waist, startling you.
“Eddie!” You shriek, slapping his arm, you glare at him as he starts laughing at your reaction.
“Eddie!” He mimics, pouting at you.
You roll your eyes, clenching your jaw.
“Leave her alone, Munson,” Steve chuckles as he throws some popcorn at him, some of it landing in your hair as well and your cleavage.
Eddie snorts, looking down at his chest, he picks up some of the popcorn and pops it in his mouth, “thanks, I was just about to get some popcorn.”
You shake your head when Steve throws more at him, ducking out of the way, you pick out the ones in your hair. Eddie snatches them out of your hand, “give them to me.”
You furrow your brows, watching him eat them.
“You want this one too?” You joke as you reach for the one that got stuck in your cleavage.
His eyes widen, a smirk tugging at his lips, he looks into your eyes and you can already see the mischief, the kind of smile that tells that he is up to no good. He leans closer, instead of taking it with his fingers, he opens his mouth, waiting for you to place it on his tongue.
You swallow nervously, your hand moves out of instinct, placing the sweet treat on his tongue, you gasp a little when he wraps his lips around your finger.
What the fuck?
Your eyes widen, heat rushes to your cheeks and once again, Eddie forces you to squeeze your thighs together. His lips feel hot against your skin and he looks into your eyes as he licks your finger, you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to feel his lips on other parts of your body, to feel his tongue on your clit and his ringed fingers inside of you as he looks up at you the way he does right now.
Eddie smirks, he knows what he has done to you. He pulls away, feeling satisfied enough, for now. He leans back against the soft cushions and places his hand on his chest, looking back at the screen, he acts like nothing even happened, while you are left a blushing mess.
You blink and stare at him in disbelief, goosebumps litter your skin and your heart beats fastly in your chest. As you come back to reality, you suddenly grow incredibly embarrassed, knowing that Steve and Robin most likely watched it all happen but when you turn to glance at them, you notice that Robin is fast asleep and Steve’s eyes are glued to the TV, though the smirk on his face tells you that he saw it all.
For the rest of the night, you sit there with a flustered look on your face, waiting for it to be over.
The following weeks, Eddie continues to act the same way, mostly.
He is still mean, snappy and annoying but on top of that, he added his teasing. You know it’s only to humiliate you, knowing that he can make you blush, that he can make you feel something other than anger towards him, he can see the way you react to his subtle touches and suggestive comments. A part of you thought that he would be less rude after realizing that he can get a different kind of rise out of you but you thought wrong, if anything, he becomes meaner and meaner and it all takes an unexpected turn at Tina’s annual Halloween Party.
Eddie only came reluctantly, he never liked parties and only ever came to make money or to accompany his friends. Steve and Robin are on the dance floor, throwing back drinks, laughing at their own jokes and dancing with a group of drunk and giggling girls.
Eddie rolls his eyes as he looks around, recognizing some jocks from school with their cheerleader girlfriends who give him nasty looks. He clutches the can of beer tightly against his chest, he tries to entertain himself by looking at all the different costumes but not even that will distract him from the awful music, the annoying people or you.
You are wearing a fairy costume, a really exposing one. Clad in a short sage green dress, a tight corset, wings that are littered with rhinestones and glitter, heeled boots and a tiara, you look more beautiful than ever, magical.
Eddie’s heart fluttered in his chest when he saw you as him and Robin waited for you and Steve. He was actually frozen in place and awestruck and so was the guy, you are heavily flirting with right now.
Your back is pressed against the wall, you’re giggling and smiling at the guy in front of you, his hand is placed against the wall next to your head, he ducks down a little, leaning closer to you so he can hear you better over the loud music.
Eddie clenches his jaw, anger flooding through his veins the longer he watches you flirt with the jock he can’t remember the name of.
He puts his other hand on your waist and leans in to whisper something into your ear, you bite your lip and nod causing more anger to rush through Eddie. He can’t stand this, the sight of some asshole touching you, playing with your hair and making you giggle.
Eddie grips his drink tighter, enough to almost crush it. He watches you with darkened eyes.
The guy takes your hand and begins to pull you away, the blush on your face is deep and you fight the smile off your face, you don’t even acknowledge Eddie’s presence as you walk past him, hand in hand with the other man who leads you towards the stairs.
Eddie feels incredibly angry.
It’s the kind of anger he had never felt before.
He knows exactly what will happen once the jock has you all to himself and Eddie can’t stand the thought of it. The fire inside of him becomes unbearable, he can’t let it happen. He slams the can of beer on a nearby table and follows you, stomping after you angrily. He pushes some drunk guy out of his way who stumbles back, slurring some curse word at Eddie who doesn’t even bother to look at him. Before you can even take a step further, Eddie reaches for your hand and pulls you back. Your hand slips from the other’s man’s grip and you stumble back into Eddie’s chest, yelping.
Your confused face meets his, your lips part when you see the anger in his eyes.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, sounding like a man, possessed.
You furrow your brows, “w-what?”
Your new friend turns around, looking between you and Eddie.
“Get lost,” Eddie snaps at him, glaring at the jock, not bothering to look back, he just pulls you along with him, rolling his eyes at your protests.
“Eddie!” You slap his arm, “let me go!”
He only shakes his head, walking towards the entrance with a determined look on his face, he opens the door and pulls you out with him. Shutting it behind you and standing it front it so you won’t be able to get back in.
“What the hell is your problem!”
“What were you doing with that guy?” He asks, completely ignoring your question or the angry look on your face.
He irritates you in the worst ways possible.
“That’s none of your business, Munson!” You yell, “why do you even care?”
Eddie avoids eye contact, he looks down at the ground instead and sighs.
“You do know that he just wants to fuck you, right?” He mumbles.
“Yeah, you do know that maybe I wanted just that?” You retort, throwing your hands up, “if you haven’t noticed, I don’t really have a boyfriend, oh and might I add that it’s probably your fault?”
To hear that you wanted to hook up with some random guy, some jock, makes him feel sick but to hear you saying that you don’t have a boyfriend because of him makes him smirk, he can’t even fight it off, not even when he looks up at you and feigns annoyance, “why me?”
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, you can’t even feel the breeze on your exposed skin, you are too angry to notice anything.
“Every time a guy even looks my way, you’re there, scaring them away! And god forbid someone even comes close to me or touches me in any way!”
You are fed up with him and his stupid actions.
You know why he is doing it, he wants to see you miserable and you are miserable, he knows that. He can see the longing looks in your eyes whenever you see a cute couple out on the streets, the sad smiles that pull at your lips whenever you see a guy getting his girlfriend flowers, taking her out on dates or even something as simple as opening the door for her and placing his hand on the small of her back.
You crave intimacy, you crave having someone to call your own, being someone's favorite person. Yeah, you might be Steve’s favorite person, his girl but you won’t be forever, someday he is gonna meet that one girl that he will drop anyone and anything for, even you and when that happens, you won’t have anyone.
You aren’t lucky in the dating department, at all. If it isn’t Eddie scaring the guys away, then it’s you, doing it for him.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You ask, “I know you hate me but god, when I hate someone, I stay away from them, why can’t you do the same for me?”
Eddie frowns at your words, his eyes flash with guilt when he sees the tears in your eyes, you aren’t just angry this time, you’re also hurt.
“Maybe I was just protecting you,” he shrugs.
You scoff at his words, shaking your head, you pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes for a moment, “protect me,” you mumble, “right, am I supposed to believe that?” You ask as you look back into his eyes. You struggle to read him. Eddie’s walls are so high up, you can’t even sneak a peek.
He nods, “yes, the guy is a jock, bee.”
“So?”
“He would just hurt you!” He says angrily, taking a step forward, “he would get his dick wet and leave you with nothing, then he would brag about it to his friends and I can assure you, that guy doesn’t even know how to make a girl cum, I did you a favor.”
You raise your eyebrows, tilting your head, “do you?”
He blinks.
“What?”
“Do you know how to make a girl cum?”
He blushes at your words, drawing back a little, he straightens up and chuckles, “of course.”
You lick your lips, looking him up and down. Eddie must be one of the only ones without a costume, you wonder why he isn’t wearing one, that guy is in love with his fantasy game, there is no way that he is no fan of Halloween and costumes.
“Right,” you snort.
“You don’t believe me?” He asks as he steps even closer to you.
You shrug, “nope, I don’t believe you.”
One moment, he was standing feets away from you and suddenly, he is right in front of you. Dangerously close. You have to tilt your head to meet his eyes and when you do, your heart skips a beat. His eyes are dark, pupils blown as he sneaks a look at your lips.
You can smell his cologne, his aftershave, him. You would never tell him that but he drives you crazy, he makes your stomach flutter, he stays on your mind for too long, sneaking his way into your thoughts when you touch yourself at night.
Eddie reaches his hand out to touch your face, he cups your cheek and lets his thumb rest on your bottom lip. Just like the night at Steve’s place, your breath hitches in your throat and you grow incredibly flustered.
“Do you want me to show you?” He whispers.
Your eyes widen, a small gasp falls from your lips.
What?
No way, did he just ask you that?
He is playing with you, isn’t he?
By now he knows the effect he has on you. He knows that you blush when he is around, he knows that you feel something when he touches you, he knows that you can’t get him off your mind. He knows it all and he decides to use it against you, he knows that he can humiliate you, he knows that he can hurt you and it brings him enjoyment.
The smirk on his face and the amusement in his eyes tells you all that. Internally, he is making fun of you, he is satisfied that he ruined your night and as though that isn’t enough, he now uses your attraction towards him as a weapon, to laugh about you later on and make fun of you with his band buddies.
You slap his hand away, your brows draw together and your nervous stare turns into an angry frown, “don’t touch me, asshole.”
Though he is a little surprised, he still chuckles.
You shake your head and step away from him, turning around, you don’t even bother going back inside to let your friends know that you’re leaving or to get your jacket, you just want to be away from him.
It’s late and it’s cold, you are scared to walk through the empty streets alone but you are too stubborn to back around.
“Hey!”
You roll your eyes at him and continue to walk.
“Where are you going?”
You don’t bother to answer, you hug yourself tighter to shield yourself from the cold, blinking away the angry tears. The streets are empty, aside from the many cars on the side of the streets, you walk past Steve’s car, suddenly regretting the decision to walk away and choosing to walk home alone, on Halloween night.
You hear his footsteps though and as much as you hate to admit it, you do feel at ease knowing that he comes after you.
Eddie rolls his eyes at your silence but he admires the view in front of him. Your dress is a thin and flowy one, it swats from one side to the other with each step that you take, the wind causes it to lift up a bit, exposing your naked skin. Eddie almost growls at the side of it.
“Bee!”
“Stop calling me that, you dick!”
Eddie snorts at you, your insults never hurt him, if anything, they amuse him. When you look at him with anger in your eyes and snap back at him, you look cuter than ever. He picks up the pace and just as you pass his van, he grabs your arm and pulls you back, smirking at your little yelp, he slams you against his van and steps in front of you, caging you against it.
It’s dark and yet he can see the nervous and shy look in your eyes, he can see the way you tense up and press yourself against the van as though it will make you feel him any less against you.
“Will you stop running away from me?”
He places his hands on your waist, touching you in such a gentle way that it makes your knees buckle, almost. You look into his dark eyes, growing more and more irritated. Why can’t he just let you go? Why can’t he just stay out of your goddamn way? Why does he have to make things so hard for you?
You hate him.
“Will you stop sticking your nose into my business?” You ask angrily as you place your hand on his chest to push him away, as though you will find the strength to, “will you stop following me around just to piss me off? Seriously, what do you get out of this, huh?”
Eddie shrugs, the smirk remains on his lips, he eyes the scowl on your face, the flash with irritation in your eyes, he looks down at your chest, watching the way it rises up and down heavily.
“It’s fun to see you like this.”
You clench your jaw and scoff.
“It’s fun to ruin my life?”
Now it’s his turn to scoff, he rolls his eyes at your words, “you’re so dramatic.”
"Oh, am I?" You mumble.
He nods, his grip tightens on your waist, butterflies flutter in your stomach and you despise it. You despise the emotions he causes you to feel.
“Yeah, I ruined your life because you didn’t get to fuck that jock?” He snorts, narrowing his eyes at you, “you are dramatic, bee.”
You close your eyes and lower your head, shaking it as you take deep breaths.
“You are so annoying.”
“Hmm, what was that?” Eddie whispers, placing his finger under your chin, he tilts your head up, “say that again.”
You swallow nervously, not opening your eyes just yet, you lick your lips, “you are annoying.”
“Why?”
“Why?” You laugh in disbelief as you open your eyes to look at him. He is staring at you with curiosity on his face, tilting his head as he waits for your explanation.
“You gotta be kidding me,” you scoff, pulling your hand away from his chest, you wrap it around his wrist instead and force his hand away from your face, “is that actually a serious question?”
He purses his lips and nods, “yep.”
“You’re an asshole, Eddie!”
He rolls his eyes, “yeah, you said that before.”
“Yeah and you don’t believe me! You treat me like shit–”
“No, I don’t!”
“Yes, you do, Eddie!” You exclaim, “you say mean shit all the time, you make dumb comments and tease me and then act like nothing ever happened!”
“Tease you how?” He smirks, completely ignoring the rest of your words.
You squint your eyes, huffing angrily. Is he actually clueless or does he just want to see you so angry and embarrassed? Either way, he always gets what he wants.
“You sucked on my finger and then you acted like nothing happened!”
Your angry pout makes his heart soar.
“That’s what you’re so upset about?” He chuckles.
His smirk causes the outburst of anger, you finally push him away from you. There is absolutely nothing amusing about this situation, at least not to you.
“Wipe that smirk off your goddamn face, Munson! I can’t stand when you do that!”
“Did you want me to do more than that?” He asks.
“You wish,” you scoff, “you think I want you?”
If you didn’t know any better, you would say that hurt flashed in his eyes but that can’t be, right? Why would he be hurt by anything you say?
He chuckles bitterly and nods to himself.
“No,” he mumbles, “I know you don’t want me. A fancy little princess like you wants someone like that jock, you want someone who will buy you shit, someone who will spoil you, take you on dates to Enzo’s or whatever, someone you can take home to your rich parents, someone you won’t feel embarrassed to be with, someone you can be seen with, someone you will have that ‘perfect’ future with.”
Confused, you stare at him with a frown on your face.
Eddie’s anger comes out of nowhere the way it always does.
“But sweetheart, none of them can give you what you need.”
“W-What do I need?” You ask, waiting for him to continue. He watches the way your eyes flicker down to his lips before they meet his eyes again.
“They can’t touch you like you crave to be touched, they can’t kiss you like you wanna be kissed, they can’t fuck you like you wanna be fucked, they can’t treat you like you deserve to be treated.”
Your breath hitches in your throat, your lips part in surprise, your heart begins to pound against your ribcage.
Eddie somehow made his way into your personal space again. He is close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin.
“You need someone to put you in your place, you need someone to be rough with you, someone who can treat you like the little slut that you are,” he says, gripping your face in his large hand, “I see the way you look at me when you think that I’m not paying attention, I can see the way you squeeze your thighs together when you look at my hands, I bet you wonder what it would feel like if I touched you, huh? I bet you touch yourself and think about me, about my hands, about my fingers in your tight little pussy.”
Your eyes widen, heat rushes to your cheeks, you are too overwhelmed to keep your eyes locked with his, so you look down.
Eddie smirks but it’s a dark smirk, a bitter one.
“Bet you are disgusted by yourself, huh?” He spits as he grips you tighter, “thinking about fucking the dirty town freak, I bet you hate yourself for wanting to ride my dick, that’s why you’re always such a bitch to me, right?” He asks angrily, “you take your anger out on me because you can’t stand yourself for wanting to fuck me?”
You shake your head. He is wrong, so wrong. He is no dirty freak in your eyes and you are not disgusted by him, you are disgusted by yourself for wanting someone who hates your guts so much, not for who he is. Eddie is amazing to his friends but unfortunately, you aren’t one of them.
You never hated Eddie, at least not until he forced you to hate him.
“No.”
“No?” He murmurs as he leans even closer to you, “you don’t think about me?”
You shift, looking up at him with a shy expression, you don’t bother answering, your silence gives it away.
You do think about him. He knows it.
You hate the way he looks so sure of his words, the way he thinks that he has you all figured out, the way he thinks he knows everything about you.
“Get away from me, Eddie,” you say with a shaky voice and an unsure voice, you both know that you don’t want it, you don’t want him to get away.
He licks his lips as he stares down at you. The look in his eyes makes you cower back a little, it makes you feel nervous but also flustered. Eddie raises his hand up to your face, he tucks your hair behind your ear and leans down, surprising you by pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
Your lips part and you hold your breath.
“Why?” He whispers as he kisses you again, higher this time, “scared that you will fall for the town freak?” His fingers play with the thin material of your dress, pushing it a little aside so he has more access to your shoulder, he presses his plump lips back against your shoulder, kissing you again and again, “scared that you will hate yourself for it?”
You can’t even utter a single word, too many emotions rush through you. You are confused about this, you are angry about his words but you are also aroused and yes, you do hate yourself for it but not for the reason he thinks.
His hand grips your waist, he pulls you flush against him and you gasp when you feel his bulge pressing against your stomach. Eddie attaches his lips to your neck, “scared that no one else will wanna touch you after the freak fucked you? What would they think if they already knew that you are fantasizing about it? I bet they would think you’re disgusting–”
“God, shut the fuck up!”
You push him away from you with force, your breathing is heavy, just like his. Eddie looks a little surprised by your sudden outburst, rejection crosses his features, his brows drag together and he opens his mouth to speak, probably to say something hurtful after you just pushed him away like that, he wants the upper hand but you won’t let him have it, not this time.
“Just shut up,” you repeat.
He presses his lips together in a straight line, he is tense, his eyes hold a combination of hurt and anger. The tension between the two of you is thick. Nothing else but you both exist in this moment. You don’t hear the faint music from the ongoing party, you don’t feel the cold wind on your exposed skin, you don’t hear the rustling of the leaves but you hear his heavy breathing, you hear the pounding of your heart, you feel the pull towards him.
Eddie waits for you to say something, to do something. A part of him expects you to slap him for kissing you without permission, the other part expects you to hurt him with cruel words but neither of those things happen.
You stare at him for what feels like forever. Your eyes flicker to his lips and back to his eyes, your stomach flutters and your knees feel weak, you’re angry but you also long for him.
Fuck it.
You take a step forward and look into his awaiting eyes.
Fuck it, y/n.
You grab his face and pull him down, you close your eyes and slam your lips against his. Eddie’s eyes widen, he stares at you in shock and confusion. You are kissing him. You are kissing him! And your lips feel as soft as he always imagined them to feel like. His heart begins to race.
Kiss her, idiot! He tells himself. He cups your cheeks and pulls you closer, closing his eyes, he finally kisses you back and if this isn’t the best feeling in the world then he doesn’t know what is.
You slide your hands down to his neck, holding him tightly as you deepen the kiss. Eddie parts his lips, allowing you to slip your tongue past his lips. He moans at the feeling, his skin and his lips tingle, he already feels addicted to your touch.
The kiss is nothing but passionate, it’s soft and gentle but you want more, you want to feel him closer and closer, you slide your hand down his stomach and wrap your arm around his waist, pressing him tighter against you. He moans at the feeling, his heart flutters.
Eddie walks you back and slams you against his van, earning a whimper from you. You kiss each other until you are both short of oxygen and gasping for air but even as he pulls away, his lips keep touching yours. You breathe into each other’s mouths, keeping each other close as your eyes lock again.
He wants you, you can see it in his eyes.
This time it’s him who initiates the kiss, he slams his lips roughly against yours causing you to let out a loud and needy whimper, you can feel him smirking against your lips.
This kiss is rough and angry. Your lips smack loudly against each other, your teeth clash but neither of you care, you pull his hair and make him growl. He digs his ringed fingers into your waist as he pushes his knee in between your thighs.
“Eddie,” you gasp as he starts kissing his way down to your neck.
“Yes?”
“I know you hate me,” you whisper as you close your eyes and put your hand in his hair, holding onto his curl as he begins to suck on your sweet spot.
No, he doesn’t hate you. How could he? Instead of telling you this, he keeps quiet, choosing to continue kissing you.
“Show me.”
“Show you what?”
“Show me how much you hate me,” you whisper, “please.”
Eddie opens his eyes and he pulls away from your neck to look at you. He can see the look in your eyes, the intrigued and needy one.
You want him just like he wants you.
“Are you sure?”
For a split second, you see a different side of him, a soft one, a caring one.
You nod.
He grabs your jaw, tilting your head up so you are forced to look at him, “I need words, sweetheart.”
You nod again, “yes, I’m sure.”
Without wasting another second, Eddie unlocks his van and pushes you into the back, closing the door behind him. He fumbles around in the dark for a moment until he finds the switch that turns on the little light.
Looking around, you raise your brows, feeling a little impressed by the lack of the mess you expected. A few pillows are laying around, blankets, even a few comics. You know that he and Robin used to go to the drive-in movie theaters a lot but you can’t help but wonder if he ever brings other girls in here. If he brought the pillows and blankets here just for them so they can feel comfortable. You wonder how he treats them, does he tease them like he teases you? Does he kiss them like he just kissed you? Is he mean to them? Or is he sweet to them? Does he treat them better than he treats you?
Suddenly, you feel yourself frowning and growing insecure and unsure. Do you really want to fuck the guy that hates you with a passion?
But you never answer your own question. Eddie grabs your face and pulls you back in for a heated kiss. You kiss back without a moment of hesitation.
His scent, his taste, his touch, you are addicted already and you feel the hatred for yourself growing. You don't know that he feels the same about you, that he loves the way you taste, that he loves the way you smell so sweet, you don't know that he just loves you.
You push his jacket off his shoulders while he fumbles with the wings on your costume, surprising you by taking them off carefully so he doesn’t break them. Something about the way he parts from the kiss, to put the wings down gently, makes your heart flutter.
You blink, forcing yourself to look away from him. You take the tiara off your head and place it on the ground as well, reaching for the zipper on your dress– “stop, let me.” Eddie mumbles as he reaches around you to undo it. You stare at him, admiring the way his brown eyes shine so beautifully beneath the dim light. He pushes your dress down to your stomach, his eyes flickering with something you cannot read.
“Fuck,” he mumbles as he eyes your lacy bra, your boobs, your soft skin, “you’re so sexy,” he breathes, forgetting about the hate he is supposed to show to you, “so beautiful, shit..”
Eddie doesn’t notice the emotions in your eyes, the lingering sadness and the insecurity. You distract yourself by kissing him again and again, reaching for the hem of his shirt, you take it off of him. He throws it behind him on the floor.
You place your hands on his pale chest, taking in the sight of his tattoos, you feel the urge to kiss every single one of them.
Eddie admires the way you look at him, the way your lips part and your eyes flash with emotions. He touches your cheeks, moving your hair out of your face. You look up at him with big eyes, “touch me.”
He smirks, “don’t have to ask me twice.”
He pushes you down carefully, making sure that you lie your head on the pillows, your back meets the soft cushions and you sigh as you feel his cold hands on your stomach, you’re almost too shy to look up at him but when you do, your heart stops.
Eddie stares down at you in awe, he bunches your dress up on your waist and eyes you up and down, from your pretty face to your chest, your stomach and your clothed pussy. He pushes your legs apart and settles in between them, putting your legs over his, he spreads you open and stares at the wet spot on your pink panties.
“Fuck,” he growls, all his blood rushes to his dick, as though he wasn’t hard already, he feels himself growing harder, “I’m gonna ruin your pussy, baby.”
Your cunt clenches around nothing, you take in a sharp breath as his eyes meet yours, “take your bra off,” he orders.
You bite your lip, pushing yourself up on your elbows, you do as he said, pushing the straps of your bra down first, you watch the way his eyes darken when you reach behind you to unclasp it. You blush, feeling yourself getting shy under his gaze.
“Show me your tits, pretty girl.”
You hate him, you hate him so much.
You throw your bra to the side and lie back against the pillows.
He grips your thighs tightly, eyes flashing with hunger, “perfect fucking tits,” he murmurs as he slides one hand up to touch your boobs.
“Eddie,” you whimper.
He adjusts your legs, wrapping them around his waist, his clothed dick brushes against your pussy, making you both moan in pleasure. He leans down to kiss your chest, taking one nipple in his mouth, he begins to suck on it.
“Oh.. Eddie,” you moan as you throw your hand in his hair, “i-is that how you treat people you hate?”
He chuckles against you, pulling away from you, he gives you a suggestive look as he sits back up, he shakes his head at you, “just you, baby,” he says.
“Touch yourself.”
You blink.
“What?”
He looks down, bringing his hand to your aching pussy, he touches you over your panties, rubbing your clit teasingly, smirking at your little whine.
“Touch yourself or I won’t fuck you.”
Perv.
You swallow nervously, slipping your hand down your stomach, you close your eyes and touch yourself over your panties, spreading your legs wider, you start rubbing your clit.
“Open your eyes,” he demands, catching you off guard by smacking your ass. You gasp and open your eyes, seeing the dark look in his eyes makes you even wetter, “look at me when you touch yourself.”
You nod.
“Show me how you touch yourself when you’re all alone, baby. Tell me what you think about.”
A shiver runs down your spine. You always thought about this, about him. It’s hot to see him so rough and dominating but a part of you hates that he gets to have all the control. You push yourself up a little and bring your hand up to his lips, looking into his curious eyes, you smirk, “spit on them.”
He raises his brows, eyes flashing with surprise. He does it without questioning you. Spitting onto your fingers.
“Thanks,” you mumble. You push your panties to the side and touch yourself with your spit covered fingers, letting out a loud moan as you run your fingers through your wet folds before you begin to rub your aching clit.
Eddie’s dick twitches in his pants as he watches you.
“Such a pretty pussy, fuck,” he grunts, fighting the urge to bury his face in your cunt.
“You wanna know what I think about when I touch myself?”
“Yes.. fuck, yes. I wanna know.”
You smirk at him. You won’t give him what he wants, you won’t let him hear what he wants to hear. Why should you? He is gonna treat you even worse when this is over, why should you give him the truth?
“I-I think about Steve,” you moan as you push a finger inside of you, “I think about my best friend fucking me with his big fat cock.” Lies. You think about him fucking you, you think about him splitting you open, you think about him eating you out, fingering you with his rings on, making you his slut.
Eddie’s smirk falls from his face, his eyes darken.
You add a second finger and push it in and out of your wet pussy, moaning at the feeling, “I think about him making me cry as he takes me from behind, as he– fuck.. as he slaps my ass and does whatever he wants.”
You are lying, he knows you’re lying. The look on your face tells him that but he still grows angry and jealous.
You fuck yourself on your fingers, throwing your head back in pleasure as you move them in and out, “I think about riding his dick, about how he would cum inside of me and fill me up until I’m–”
“Shut the fuck up, you little whore,” Eddie growls, grabbing your wrist, he slams it against the floor and replaces your fingers with his, pushing his long and thick fingers into your hole.
You gasp loudly, squeezing your eyes shut as you finally feel his fingers inside you, finally getting to feel what you always dreamed about.
His other hand grabs your cheeks, squishing them together roughly, “I told you to look at me!”
Your stomach clenches as does your cunt, your mouth waters at the feeling of him spreading you open.
“Open your eyes, brat.”
You open your eyes to look at his angry ones. You have never seen him this angry before. You should be scared, you know that. But instead you feel yourself getting more needy, more wet, more aroused. You moan even louder than before and grind back against his fingers.
“Now tell me the truth,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts to fuck you with his fingers, “who do you think about?”
You push yourself up on your elbows to watch him, to see how they move in and out of you.
“S-Steve.”
He slaps your cheek lightly causing you to whimper.
“Liar,” he grunts, he leans over you, wrapping his hand around your neck, he slams you back down and looks into your needy eyes as he continues to slam his fingers in and out of you.
“Eddie,” you whimper.
“That’s right,” he grunts, “say my name.”
He adds a third finger, thrusting them in and out of you. His fingers reach deeper than yours, they reach the spot that you can’t, his rings and the coldness of them just bring more pleasure to your body. You lose yourself in the feeling, you close your eyes despite him telling you not to, your lips part and you chant his name like a prayer. You arch your back in pleasure, tears well up in your eyes.
Eddie stares at you, he watches the way your chest rises up and down, the way you flinch a little when his hand leaves your neck to touch your boob, to play with your nipple. Your stomach tenses up, your pussy clenches around his fingers, you are so wet, he can feel your juices dripping down his fingers, the squelching noises and your moans just make it all even more erotic.
You whimper his name so beautifully.
“Eddie, please.”
“Please what?”
“I wanna cum,” you please, “please let me cum.”
A devilish smirk appears on his face, “oh, you’re gonna cum, baby.”
His words should intimidate you, they should leave you feeling nervous but instead they make you crave him even more.
Eddie leans down and as you feel him shifting, you open your eyes to look at him. He picks up the pace, fucking you harder and faster on his fingers as he presses his tongue against your sensitive clit.
“Oh fuck! Eddie!”
“Mhmm,” he hums against you, looking up at you as he licks your clit, “taste so sweet.”
You spread your legs wider for him and push your hand in his hair, tugging at his dark curls.
“I can feel you clenching around my fingers, baby,” he murmurs against you, “you wanna cum for me? Do it.”
It doesn’t take long for you to reach your high, you cum around his fingers just as he tells you too, you moan loudly, gasping for air but Eddie doesn’t stop there, he pulls his fingers out. He throws your legs over his shoulders and before you can even react, he buries his face in your pussy, slipping his tongue into you, he moans loudly.
“Eddie,” you whine as you watch him through blurry eyes, his rough hands dig into your thighs as he holds them wide open, his eyes are closed as he eats you out, “oh my god.”
Eddie loves the way you taste, the way you sound, the way you feel, the way you beg for him.
“Feels so good…”
He loves knowing that he is the one making you feel so good.
He opens his eyes to look at you, you’re staring at him already, barely able to keep your eyes open, you hold onto his hair so tightly. A single tear slips down your hot cheek.
“You taste so good, sweetheart,” he breathes, smirking at you when he spits on your clit before he places his thumb against it.
Your eyes roll back and you throw your head against the pillows, you try closing your legs but Eddie is stronger than you.
“P-Please..” You sob, pulling at his hair even harder causing him to growl in response. He flicks his tongue inside of you and presses harder against your clit and before you know it, you cum again.
Tears run down your cheeks, you are so sensitive already.
“No more,” you whimper as he continues to lick your pussy, “please.. I just want your cock.”
Eddie smirks at you, pulling away, he sits back up.
Your heart flutters as you look at him. His cheeks are flushed, his curls are messy, his chin is glistening from your juices, saliva dripping down his chest.
You look so fucked out already, sweat coats your forehead, your breathing is heavy and you push your thighs together as you look up at him. Eddie unbuckles his belt, pushing his jeans and boxers down just below his ass, his dick slaps against his stomach.
You push yourself up on your elbows, biting your lip as you stare at him, “do you want me to suck your dick?” You ask as you reach your hand out to wrap your fingers around his thick cock, you lick your lips, pre cum is rolling down his length and it takes everything in you not to take him into your mouth.
Eddie hisses at your touch, his eyelashes flutter.
“Do you want to fuck my face?” You ask, innocently.
He growls, eyes darkening, he shakes his head, “next time, baby. I need to be inside of you,” he says.
“Condom?” You ask.
He closes his eyes, cursing at himself, “I don’t have any.”
You raise your brows, “what do you mean, you don’t have any?”
“It means I don’t have any!” He snaps at you.
“Don’t you use condoms when you fuck?”
A loud laugh falls from his lips, he opens his eyes, shaking his head, “when I fuck? Sweetheart, I don’t get laid very often. I have a whole unopened box of condoms at home,” he snorts.
“You don’t fuck girls in your van?”
“Y/n, the last time I fucked someone, I stole a condom from Jeff and no, I don’t fuck girls in my van.”
Relief floods through you, here you thought that he was fucking girls in his van and getting laid every weekend.
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him down against you, catching him by surprise. He presses his hands against the floor and looks down at you.
“And I’m not really into fucking random girls,” he adds.
Your eyes widen a little, “am I not a random girl?”
He chuckles, shaking his head.
You could never be a random girl.
“No, you’re my enemy,” he says before he slams his lips against yours.
You whine against him and kiss him roughly, digging your feet into his ass, you pull him even closer until you feel his cock rubbing against your pussy. He moans in pleasure, gripping your hips tightly.
“Fuck me, please. I don’t care about the condom, just fuck me,” you murmur against his lips, holding his neck tightly, “please.”
“Are you sure?” He asks, eying your expression, slowly.
You nod, “very sure.”
Eddie pecks your lip softly. For someone who wanted to fuck you, he sure is a little soft with you.
He leans back, staring down at you in awe, he grabs your waist, licking his lips. You watch him, looking at the way he wraps his ringed fingers around his cock, he slides it through your wet folds, teasing your clit with the tip.
“Shit,” he shudders, “you’re so wet. All for me, right?”
You bite your lip, furrowing your brows as you gulp, nodding.
“Say it’s all for me,” he demands.
“It’s for you,” you whine, “all for you, asshole!”
He chuckles darkly, shaking his head at you. You open your mouth again but before you can say anything, Eddie grabs you tighter and in one motion, he thrusts into you, earning a loud gasp from you.
He whimpers at the feeling of your tight walls, leaning down, he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
“Fuck…” You whimper, wrapping your arms around him, “Eddie.” You clench around his cock and hold him tightly.
“You’re so tight and wet,” he grunts against your shoulder, “‘m not gonna last long if you keep clenching around me like this.”
“I told you to show me how much you hate me, Eddie,” you breathe, digging your nails into his back, “so far you’re not doing a good job.”
Something inside of him snaps, he pulls back, placing one hand around your neck, he puts the other one on the pillow next to you. He glares at you.
“You’re a brat, you know that, right?” He growls as he begins to thrust into you.
You gasp at the feeling, taking a deep breath.
“Always getting on my goddamn nerves,” he grunts as he tightens his hold on your neck, he pulls out and pushes back inside of you, roughly. “You have no idea how many times I wanted to do this.” He thrusts deeper, rougher, faster. “How many times I wanted to fuck your needy little pussy and watch you cry for more.”
You look down, watching the way he fucks you roughly on his cock. He moves his hands down to grab your hips with both hands.
“Look at me, baby,” he moans as he starts to pound your pussy, “look at the way you’re taking my cock.. Your pussy was made for me, you were made for me.”
The knot in your stomach tightens, the fire inside of you burns. You feel him in your stomach. You wrap your legs tighter around him and throw your hand back to wrap it around his wrist, “fuck me harder!” You beg, despite the overwhelming sensation in your bones.
“Harder?” He chuckles, “I’ll give you harder, you little brat.”
He enjoys the way you squirm under his body, the way you struggle to take his big cock and yet ask for more. For a moment, he just watches you, he watches the way his cock disappears in your body, the way your juices drip down on the blanket beneath you, the way you throw your head back in pleasure and cry for him, the way your boobs bounce as he ruts into you. You are struggling, your moans are getting high pitched, tears are streaming down your face as you move your head to the side.
“Feels so good, Eddie,” you whimper.
His mouth waters, his stomach clenches as your pussy flutters around his dick. He moans desperately, closing his eyes for a second as he feels himself getting closer. He leans down, grabbing your face, “look at me,” he whispers, “open your eyes and look at me.”
You grip his wrist tighter and open your eyes to look at him, your breathing stutters as you see the way he looks at you, there is something in his eyes you haven’t seen before but you decide to ignore it.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”
Your eyes widen but you do as he says, opening it, you stick it out for him and maintain eye contact.
He grabs your chin, smirking at you before he spits in your mouth.
Now, if anyone else had done that to you, you would spit it right out and slap them across the face but something about him doing it to you makes you clench even harder around him, the moans you get from him make you shiver.
“Fuck, you like that huh?” He mumbles as you swallow it, he pats your cheek, “you filthy little slut.”
“Mhmm, I like it,” you smirk and pull him down for a kiss.
You can feel his dick twitching inside of you, his thrusts are getting sloppier and his moans are getting louder and more desperate. You kiss each other roughly and hold each other tight. His chest is pressed against yours, he pulls his wrist out of your grip to hold your hand instead.
You jolt as you feel his fingertips on your clit.
“Cum for me,” he mumbles against your lips, “cum on my dick.”
You moan loudly as you cum around him, you scratch his back as you dig your nails into his skin causing him to groan loudly. You clench hard around him and pull him even closer.
“Baby.. fuck.. fuck,” he whimpers against you, “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, unsure of where you want him.
“Cum inside me… ‘wanna feel you, Eddie.”
His heart flutters and his eyes widen as he looks down at you, “you sure?”
“Mhmm, please…”
“Fuck… okay.. shit, baby,” he whimpers as he picks up the pace again, “you want me to breed you, huh? You want me to fill you up with my cum, shit.. I will. I’m gonna leave you dripping for days.. I’m gonna make you mine.”
Mine.
“No one’s ever touching you again,” he moans, “gonna– oh fuck…” He grunts as he places his fingers back against your clit.
“Eddie!” You sob, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel an even stronger sensation in your lower belly. He drills in and out of you in such a rough way, you can’t even feel your legs anymore or the tears that stream down your cheeks all you feel is him.
“I know you got one more in you, baby,” he grunts, kissing your lips, “cum with me.. one more time.”
“I can’t!” You sob.
“Yes, you can, I can feel it, you’re getting tighter around me, just let go for me.”
You can’t even help it, you bite his shoulder and cage him in against you with your legs. He grunts in pain and whimpers in pleasure, he thrusts into you once, twice– “cum with me!”
You let go and cum around him as he releases inside of you, filling you up with his seed.
He whimpers into your neck, holding you tightly as he moans at the feeling. His hips stutter and he finally falls against you. You’re drooling on his shoulder, whimpering at the feeling of his twitching cock inside your pussy. Eddie breathes heavily, not pulling out just yet, he slumps against you and presses lazy kisses on your shoulder.
“Fuck,” he sighs with a grin on his face that you can’t see.
You’re barely able to keep your eyes open, letting go of him, you drop your arms to your sides and close your eyes.
“I can’t feel my legs,” you whisper.
Eddie smirks, “guess I fucked you good, huh?”
You roll your eyes but can’t help but smile, “guess so…”
“What do you mean ‘guess so’?” He scoffs as he pulls himself up a little to look at you, “you came four times, you brat.”
“Should’ve made that five times,” you shrug.
Eddie shakes his head at you, though he can’t help but smirk, you’re a mess. Your hair is disheveled, your cheeks are wet from the tears, your body is hot and shaking from all the orgasms he just pulled out of you.
Grabbing your cheeks, he turns your face towards him, “does that mean I get to make you cum again?” He smirks.
You lick your lips, staring at the spot on his shoulder that you dug your teeth in, you reach out to touch it, “if you want to,” you shrug, acting like it means nothing to you.
“If I want to?” He asks, “what about you, do you want to?”
You are too scared to show him that you do but right now, he isn’t scared to show you how vulnerable he can be. His eyes that usually only ever hold anger for you, hold nothing but hope, it confuses you a little.
You furrow your brows, “I-I don’t know,” you whisper, unable to look into his eyes any longer, you push him back, “get off, please.”
He shakes his head and cups your cheeks, “no, look at me,” he demands, softly.
You blink, swallowing nervously as you look back into his eyes, “you got what you wanted, Eddie.”
“What do you mean?” He frowns.
“You fucked me, put me in my place or whatever, now you can move on to someone else.”
He scoffs, “is that what you think of me?”
You shrug, looking at him with uncertainty in your eyes, “can you blame me?” You whisper, “you treat me like shit.”
His eyes flash with guilt, he nods to himself. Without another word, he pulls away from you, pulling out with a hiss, he puts your panties back in place and puts his boxers and jeans back on.
He fucked up, he knows it. Eddie always struggled with the feelings he had for you. Robin was right when she called him immature for treating you like this– the girl that he secretly loves. He hoped that this would change something but he thought wrong, if anything, he had made things worse for himself, knowing that he got to have you this once and probably never again, breaks his heart.
Eddie hates himself at this moment.
You glance at him as you put your dress back on, not bothering with your bra. Eddie’s hair is a mess, his cheeks are still red, his shoulder and neck littered with bite marks from you. He blinks fastly, as though he tries to blink tears away, it makes your heart clench in your chest. You want to pull him back into your arms and kiss him. Is it a good idea though? Probably not.
You fix your hair and smooth out your dress. Eddie puts his shirt back on, sniffling quietly.
Tears well up in your eyes as you remember all the times that he made you feel bad, all the times he pissed you off and made you angry, all the times he made you feel insecure, yet nothing, absolutely nothing made you feel worse than this.
You leave. You get out of the van on shaky legs, placing your feet on the concrete floor, you blink the tears away as you step away from the van and from him. Now you feel the cold wind and the lonely feeling inside of you. You don’t wanna go, not after you had a taste of what it could be like if he just loved you.
You halt in your tracks, closing your eyes, you take a deep breath.
You can’t walk away, not from him.
You turn back around and just as you take a step forward, Eddie suddenly jumps out of the van with a panicked look on his face and tears in his eyes. Surprised by your presence in front of him, he stares at you for a moment before he reaches out to grab your waist, you let him pull you closer, “please don’t go,” he whispers, “give me a chance, sweetheart. I'll fix things between us, I will, I promise, I will."
He pleads with his eyes and holds you tightly against him, afraid that you will disappear any moment.
Your heart stutters and your knees almost buckle.
“I-I know I fucked up but please–”
You kiss him for the hundredth time tonight and wrap your arms around him. He responds instantly, kissing you back softly and pressing your back against his van just like before, only this time, the kiss is sweet and filled with longing.
“I’m crazy about you too,” you admit.
“You are?” He asks. A smile tugs at his lips, happiness crosses his features.
“Yeah,” you whisper. Placing your palms against his chest, you peck his lips again, “and I never think about Steve,” you mumble, cringing at the words that you have given him before, “he is my best friend and I never ever wanted him and he doesn’t want me either, Eddie.”
He believes you.
“I always just wanted you,” you whisper.
His heart soars at your words, his gaze softens, he could melt right there and then, “do you still want me?”
“Yes,” you whisper, “do you want me?”
You look shy and uncertain of your words, you’re about to look down and break eye contact but he stops you from doing so, tilting your head up, he kisses your lips, “more than anything, sweetheart.”
“Shit.”
Robin smirks at Steve who holds your jacket in his hand.
“I think you owe me 50 bucks.”
Steve rolls his eyes as he watches you and Eddie making out against his van, “no, I don’t. We don’t know who made the first move.”
Robin laughs, crossing her arms over her chest, “I’m saying she did, so..”
Steve shakes his head, “no, Eddie was the one who made moves on her all this time, it was definitely him.”
“You know what?” Robin tears his eyes away from you and Eddie and looks back at Steve, “I bet they’re gonna keep this a secret.”
Steve smirks, shaking his head when he sees Eddie picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, taking you back to his van.
“Yeah and they’re definitely gonna slip up in the next two weeks.”
Robin shakes her head, “no, y/n can keep a secret, I’m giving them three.”
“Let’s bet on that then.”
“Okay,” Robin nods, “let’s make it 100 bucks.”
Steve sighs, “alright then, say goodbye to your money, Buckley.”
“You wish.”
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mansae, mansae, mansae sunarin, kenma, bokuto, kageyama.
sum. ib ( inspired by ) mansae from seventeen (kpop) !!
suna rintarō
inarizaki student suna — he thinks he's cool & slick when talking to you but he gets a little fidgety because of his overwhelming feelings for you
comes up to you in class like "yo" but it's not just any yo, it's a "yo please let me be your boyfriend i love you" but he's not going to say all that.
you guys are deskmates so he sneakily reaches out to hold one of your fingers saying "damn, it's cold today!"
suggests café study sessions when there's no practice (this is an excuse to be with you)
professional volleyballer suna — oh he's still awkward but a little bolder. we all know suna's the cameraman for ANYTHING so yes, he does use you as his personal photo dump.
definitely has your chats pinned. his screentime is high but when you're available to talk? that goes up to HOURS.
when he confessed to you, it was really sceneric. like you know all those fancy restaurants, 5 star hotel weekends, cute little dates to some garden— i mean he has money so why not spend it??
after any match, he comes over > throws himself face down on your bed > begs for you to massage his back > sleep.
kenma kozume
nekoma student kenma — you are his personal room. leaves everything in your care if he has practice or won't be able to use his switch at all.
kenma the typa man to take years before he confesses. he has plans he cannot afford to mess up. meticulously planned plans.
when his class is over he immediately makes his way over to your class and waits until you're out.
conversations usually go like:
"hey, let's go to the gym" > "what about lunch??" > "we can send lev for lunch i dunno."
he LIVES for the way he can just not talk and yet you two would be in a comfortable silence.
uni student & gamer kenma — drives to your house so you guys can go to university together.
if your courses are different — he waits for you at the caféteria and then you guys go wandering about waiting for the next course
if your courses are the same — sits next to you and you guys end up gossiping the entire class. "oh right did you hear about lev's interview?? it was.. something..!!" #1 lev hater (he loves lev)
invites you over for "just the weekend" but you end up staying the entire week.
kageyama tobio
karasuno student kageyama — awkward. very awkward. i know you guys saw the way he freezes up at anything that's not volleyball.
"uh- damn- hi- uhm, can you help me??" yeah you gotta help him or else he can't go to the practice with seijoh to settle his beef with oikawa.
really shy?? he literally cannot form a proper sentence without having hinata's help from the sidelines. sometimes he goes mind blank while staring at you.
does he answer anyone's messages? hardly. does he answer yours? immediately.
professional volleyballer kageyama — still awkward but not as much. isn't as bold as suna but he doesn't think before speaking and just lets it out. you can be wearing rags and he'd be like "wow you look so pretty.."
has this one pic of you furiously scooping out ice-cream while wearing some powerpuff girls pajamas as his lockscreen and wallpaper.
holds your hand like his life depends. he's asleep? holds your hand. scared bc of the horror movie? holds your hand. walking into the house? holds your hand.
a cutie honestly.
bokuto kotarō
fukurodani student bokuto — he does NOT care! will let you know he likes you and will court you until you give him an answer.
likes it when you massage his head after practice but you have to restyle it ++ tries to fit you in on any trips whenever they're going to practice with nekoma/karasuno/some other school
there was this one time he walked you home since he "lives nearby" but it was like?? 6pm so your mom made him stay over. she adores him.
lets you use his volleyball jacket(?) and loves it when he sees you down the hallway wearing it. whether it's tied around your waist or you're wearing it, he loves it.
professional volleyballer bokuto — made you his personal manager. talks A LOT about you when drunk,, to the point where sakusa had to tape his mouth shut.
"yeah so like y/n's so pretty i just wish—" "please shut up bokuto."
stole one of your perfumes bc he loves your scent and cannot live a day without your scent (exaggeration but you get me).
once bokuto messages you, there is no end. he WILL tell you every little detail about his day and honestly you love it :(
he can SING. whenever you guys are driving about it turns into a karaoke session.
#+ rizsu: haikyuu.#haikyuu x reader#suna x reader#kenma x reader#bokuto x reader#kageyama x reader#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu drabbles#haikyuu fluff
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cody request: one where him and reader are in a serious relationship and Cody LOVES to spoil her. he buys her elaborate gifts all the time and constantly encourages her to run up his credit card. she never asks for things and feels bad about how much he gives her and always tells him not to get her anything. maybe she didn’t have much growing up and isn’t used to a bunch of “fancy” things. they talk and it all eventually leads to smut where he says something like “the best things in life are free anyway” in reference to the intimacy.
Millions
Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader
Desc: Cody & Y/N recently got into a fresh relationship with each other despite the slight age gap, Y/N has noticed Cody has been bringing her gifts almost every day & she begins to feels guilty until Cody makes sure that whatever he does it stops her from feeling that way, Especially on their anniversary.
Content: Smut, Fingering, angst, mirror sex, Hair pulling, praising, Light bondage, Foul language, fluff, MDNI, use of the Red Light Green Light system.
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Y/N and Cody were polar opposites when it came to love languages, when the two started dating almost a year ago Y/N assumed at first that their relationship would be simple but with Cody? Oh no, His love language was acts of service & physical touch, Y/N assumed he was more of a physical touch and words of affirmation type of guy but she was very wrong.
Y/N’s love language was always simple, Physical Touch, Quality time & Words of affirmation, Cody literally smothered Y/N in luxury the first WEEK they started dating, He couldn’t help it, he loves spoiling the people he lives & as you could tell, the motherfucker LOVES Y/N…He barely lets her lift a finger when it comes to some things, Y/N will go down into the laundry room with a basket full of clothes and just as she’s about to throw in the laundry Cody pops up out of nowhere as if he has spidey senses on whenever she is doing something & tells her to put the basket down.
Because of this Y/N starts to feel extremely bad, she feels bad whenever he gives her gifts, a credit card literally telling her they will not be leaving the mall until she spends at least over a thousand dollars, Y/N has literally had to beg Cody to put the credit card away anytime he notices that she looked at 1 singular thing that would peak her interest.
Y/N grew up on the lower class side of life & had to work for most things in her life that she wanted, Cody worked super hard to get where he was in life & after many years of getting the things he wanted in life by his extraordinary hard work he wanted nothing more than to have someone in his life that he can spoil, which is why even after a year of dating him she is still shocked whenever he comes home with something just for her, He takes her out on luxurious dates & buys her a beautiful outfit to wear followed with matching lingerie sets to wear underneath, Y/N doesn’t have to ask for much given the fact that every-time she blinks he has something waiting right in-front of her.
Y/N had just moved in with cody a few weeks prior & so far it was great! They spent most nights cooking together and enjoying each other’s company while learning how to make new meals each night, Today was their 1 year anniversary & Cody was beyond excited, he had something up his sleeve & she could tell the moment she was about to step foot in the kitchen to grab lunch but he had it blocked off “Cody? Why is there a curtain hanging over the kitchen??” She called out while he hummed walking downstairs buttoning up his top & gently grabbed her shoulders turning her away “Don’t worry about it.” “Cody..” “minddd your business sweetheart.” He teased “What did you need I’ll go get it.” She huffed & placed her hands ontop of her hips “Cody let me in the damn kitchen.” “Can’t. Now what do you need?” She frowned and reached out for his hand and sighed “Can I have crackers please? ‘Need a snack” he grinned and gave her a short kiss before sneaking past the curtain while making his way into the kitchen to get her a quick snack.
For most of the day Cody encouraged her to go out somewhere with her friends or something but she wouldn’t budge so he left her no choice but to drive her to the mall himself to drop her off with his credit card while she stood at the entrance awkwardly while he leaned out the window “I’ll come back in At least an hour alright? I better see movement on that card sweetheart.” Y/N huffed and just as she was about to protest he rolled up the window & drove off leaving her by herself at the mall holding his card & lightly smacking her hands against her sides “Fuck.”
For the next 30 minutes she remembered he just told her to spend money, not buy anything specific so she had the great idea of buying him some things. And she did in-fact do just that By the time he came back to pick her up he had roses waiting for her as she got in the car & smiled seeing she had many bags in her hands “You get yourself something nice baby?” He questioned while grabbing her chin “I bought YOU something nice, since it’s our anniversary and everything.” He raised an eyebrow & looked at her sternly “Baby i told yo-“ “To spend money, You didn’t say anything about me HAVING to get myself something.” Cody sighed jokingly and nodded his head in agreement “Your right. But next time your buying yourself something.”
He finally drove home & immediately guided her upstairs with her face covered since he was still surprising her at home. “Get dressed and meet me in the dining room alright?” she smiles nodding in response before he pulled her into a passionate kiss before he pulled away patting her ass and walking out of the room. Y/N stared at the short black dress that laid on the bed followed with heels on the ground & seeing a matching lingerie set. She took her time getting changed and by the time she made her way downstairs she notices that rose petals were scattered into a pathway with candles lit next to them, She walked into the dining room to see a large bouquet of Roses mixed in with money shaped into looking like roses making her frown a bit before she set it aside and sat down just as Cody came in setting the table with the dinner he just made for her which was Steak followed with mashed potatoes & a salad. “What do you think gorgeous?” she smiled meekly and then started tearing up a bit making him rush over and crouch to her level “what’s the matter hm? Talk to me baby I can’t make it better unless you tell me.” She sniffled and wiped off the now ruined mascara from her face “I— I just feel so b-bad when you do so much for me! I d-don’t wanna seem like i’m using you, Cody I d-don’t deserve any of this.”
She frowned as he shook his head and pressed a kiss against her temple “No ma’am absolute not, none of that, Baby you deserve the goddamn world, I choose to spend my money on you because I want to, You deserve everything on this fucking planet sweetheart.” She shook her head in disagreement & he furrowed his brows a bit before gently pulling her out of the chair “C’mon sweet girl.” She hiccuped and followed him out of the dining room and upstairs to their shared bedroom where he placed her on the bed and lifted her leg as he got on his knees against the floor before pointing at the mirror that laid agains the wall on the right side of the room facing the bed. “See how beautiful you are honey? You look so fucking gorgeous how could you not deserve anything luxurious?” He asked before pressing a kiss against her ankle as he made her watch through the mirror, “Cody-“ he kissed up her thighs and sat up for a minute pointing at the mirror. “I want you to keep your eyes on that mirror understood?”
She nodded meekly and gasped as he suddenly tore off her dress “Cody!!” “What? It’s not like I can’t go buy another one.” He teased before getting on top of her and running his hand down her stomach & soon sunk it into her panties making her breath hitch as she felt his fingers start to toy with her clit, she turned her head but he grabbed her face and made her stare at her own reflection “Eyes on the mirror gorgeous, ‘want you to see how much your worth.” Y/N whined and pawed at his arm & let out a sudden moan when she felt him push two of his fingers inside of her cunt before slowly pumping them in & out of her making her bite down on her lip to the point where she swore skin was broken to the point where she was nearly bleeding.
Cody smirked devilishly before pushing her panties to the side & placing in a position where he sat behind her & both of them faced the mirror. Y/N watched through the reflection of them both as he thrusted his fingers in & out of her sopping cunt while he pressed his lips against her ear with a grin spread across her face “Look at you taking my fingers so fucking good for me baby, ‘m so proud of you sweetheart your doing so good f’me” he pulled his fingers away from her pussy & smacked her clit harshly as he watched her eyes roll back & hips buck upwards as she finally hit her climax making him smear her cum around her pussy before his free hands moving away from the thighs he held open up to her face holding it still so she couldn’t look away from the reflection of cody having his fun with her.
“Your worth millions Y/N, I want you to know that by time I’m done with you understand?” She nods quickly and lets out a strained whine as she watched Cody move himself off of the bed & took off his clothes before hovering above her & taking off her panties for good along with her bra “Color?” She smiled faintly “Green.” He grinned at her approval & pressed most of his body weight against her after rolling her over onto her stomach & lifting up her ass giving it a quick smack making Y/N lean her head down in the sheets. Before Cody started anything off he wanted to make sure she was all pampered and comfortable still proving her point from beforehand that he wouldn’t let her lift a finger or do any work. He wanted Y/N to be a pillow princess and just sit back and look pretty while he got off on pleasuring her.
He planted a pillow under her head & stomach & moved her hair out of her face before pressing his chest down against her back & kissing her cheek “Tell me what your worth again baby?” She whimpered at his command like question before mumbling under her breath “millions.” But that wasn’t good enough for him. He gave her a light smack against the ass “Say it properly sweetheart you know I can’t hear words over whining.” She frowned and tried stuffing her face in the pillow to avoid answering him but he grabbed her by the hair and tugged her head back up while smacking her ass again earning a loud yelp escape her lips “Millions!!” He smiled in approval before leaning back as he slowly seethed his cock inside of her as he smirked to himself when she let out a soft moan against the pillows while staring deep into the mirror, he waited for her permission to start making any sort of movement and the moment he felt her hand grab on his wrist as a signal to keep going he began to slowly thrust inside of her while his upper body leaned down against hers.
He stared her down through the mirror and lifted her face just enough for him to press his lips against hers and shove his tongue into her mouth the most he started thrusting his cock deep inside of her. “Doing so good for me sweetheart, taking me so fucking good.” He mumbled against her mouth before pulling away to speed up the pace as he started to feel her clench around his dick & beg for him to go faster. He admired her now disheveled look through the mirror, her eyes glazed over as her hair became messy from the way his hand kept tangling itself into her hair, the more he slammed himself inside of her the more she looked fucked out, her hand clutched itself into their sheets but felt a sudden stop, she came right back to reality when she felt him pull out & heard shuffling around the room trying to see what he was up too through the mirror but her eyes were fighting to stay opened. “Color sweetheart?” She heard him call out to her and she sighed out into the pillow trying to gather herself “g—green..” all of a sudden she felt Cody grab her arms and press them against her back soon feeling what seemed to feel like a belt bind her wrists together & him giving it a snug tug before pushing himself back inside of her cunt.
Y/N gasped and felt him hold onto her wrists snd the belt as his thrusts became sloppier and groaning each time his balls smacked against her clit that was all sticky & still wet from her first orgasm. Cody let exhaled raggedly before looking back up into the mirror seeing the woman he loved so dearly roll her eyes back even more over each thrust he took. “Feeling good baby?” He murmured as his cock buried into her cunt making her feel as if he was filling her up to the brim before he continued pounding into her sopping tight pussy until he let out a loud groan at the way she tightened up around him.
Y/N noticed Cody was about to cum just as she was about to, Cody leaned down once more admiring her blissed out stay “cum with me baby, c’mon sweetheart cum for me.” He chanted into her ear as she nodded while he pressed his fingers into her mouth groaning in her ear as he spilled his cum inside of her just as she felt her orgasm finally hit making her body spasm under his. He took heavy breaths before pulling himself out & lying next to her and running his hand through her hair giving himself and her a moment to wind down before he cleaned up the mess he caused. “What are you worth again sweetheart?” He mumbled while she smiled softly and trickled her fingers around his shoulder “Millions.” He smiled back at her and pressed a kiss against her cheek
“Damn right you are.”
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Operation milkshakes, hospital visits and custody of Mr Bear
Paring: Beefy and Teacher! Bucky x milf! reader
Summary: Sequel to Operation get Mr Bucky and Momma together. Bucky and Reader are finally on their little coffee date, but Amaya gets hurt. Then there's a shared custody to heal a broken arm. {wc: 2.7k}
Warning: a bit of bucky being insecure again and a bit of insecurity from reader . Some sexual references bit of tension but its mostly fluff. Amaya gets hurt but it's brief. if you don't like a milf reader pls don't interact I don't want to get hate like last time lmao
a/n: I have been writing this for years it seems and I finally am able to finish it and I'm so happy I hope you guys enjoy it. I am gonna try and finish all of my stories this month to be able to do other stuff. I am so sorry if it's shitty as hell, I tried my best to fight the writter's block
Reblogs and comments are appreciated.
Is Bucky embarrassed that he has been texting none stop with his student’s mom? Yes, but who will stop him from feeling like he is walking on cloud nine? For the past few weeks, Bucky has been texting you back and forth whenever you had a break.
Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to get that cup of coffee because of work, but Bucky knew he had found his match. Funny, intelligent, and the sweetest person he has ever met.
Fuck, I feel like a love-struck schoolboy. Bucky thinks, cursing at himself while passing the exam papers to his students. Amaya smiled at him, basically giving him a knowing smirk. Holy shit, he feels blackmailed by a 6-year-old.
She has no idea that Bucky and her mom are on a talking stage, but that doesn’t stop her from smirking at her teacher, who her mom has told her auntie that her teacher was cute. And that was enough for her already planning your wedding where she gets to be a flower girl.
Bucky sat down at his desk when he felt his phone vibrate. The notification had your name on it, almost making Bucky jump out of his seat.
Hey, one of my clients canceled for Friday. U wanna get that coffee?
Bucky couldn’t seem to write yes faster. He felt so happy, but shit, what was he going to wear? His closet comprises of henleys and sweaters. The occasional tank tops are there, but they weren’t the norm. He dresses like a middle-aged librarian, and he is proud of it. But, on the other hand, maybe he was overthinking it.
“Dude, it’s a coffee date. Not a Michelin restaurant.” Steve rolls his eyes at Bucky’s rant. Bucky told his best friends about inner turmoil and why he was so stressed. Sam just laughed at him.
“We don’t know about that one Rogers; she is a fancy lawyer for a fancy firm. She’s probably making the big bucks.” Sam winked at Bucky, which made him feel even more stressed.
What if they dated, and she felt embarrassed to show him to her lawyer friends? He is on a New York Public school salary, it’s a miracle he has enough money to live alone, but he was going to be rooming with Steve.
“Sam, stop torturing him, please. I can see the smoke coming out of his ears.” Wanda explained, heating up her lunch and smirking at her extremely stressed friend.
“He is just so fun to mess with.”Sam whined while Bucky couldn’t help but scoff.
“I am glad my suffering is your enjoyment, but I am about to run away to New Jersey and live as a hermit because I haven’t been on a date since college, and I have no fucking clue what to wear. Help me.” Bucky rambles, almost out of breath. Sam bites back a chuckle while Steve just looks worried. Wanda sighs; being the only person with brain cells in the teacher’s lounge is difficult.
“Bucky, wear that brown blazer you wore at my engagement party. Maybe a blue henley underneath. You did say she thought you looked hot in those, so who cares, honestly. “ Wanda Maximoff, the voice of reason to these messy elementary school teachers once again.
Bucky should stop asking these things to Sam and Steve and just ask go directly to Wanda.
(Y/N) wasn't doing that great either. She really liked Bucky; he was a hot guy but caring and smart. He made her laugh with his dorky quotes and references. He was well-read and gave her excellent book recommendations.
More importantly, Amaya loved him. Every day she would show up rambling about something he had done in class that made her very happy. Whether it was telling her a funny story using Mister Bear, Bucky’s teaching assistant that Amaya adored, or handing her a fruit roll-up when the other kids weren't looking. Bucky was her favorite teacher, but it mostly felt like he had taken a father role that she needed.
One thing that made her stress out was how she was perceived. She had been on dates before, and every time the men went home running with their tails between their legs after feeling threatened by her confidence and career.
Being a single mother and a powerful lawyer really fucked over her chances of dating. Apparently, knowing your worth and what you want doesn’t make you that appealing to men, especially these insecure, fragile masculinity-having assholes.
But Bucky seemed different; he knew she had a kid and an influential career and still wanted to date her? He was different.
“You still overthinking this date?” Her coworker and close friend, Jen, asked her. Nat rolled her eyes, knowing (Y/N) like the back of her hand.
“She has been making a pros and cons list on her computer for the past hour. Girl, he likes you. No grown man texts you romantic quotes at 3 am without sending a you up? Text.” Natasha rambles but (Y/N) sighs. She knows what Nat is saying is correct, but still… She didn’t want to make things awkward for ‘Maya.
“She has it really bad, but he seems so sweet. It’s just a coffee date; get to know him in person.” Jen tried to comfort her. She patted her shoulder, sorta giving (Y/N) a side hug.
“Now on to date outfits. I say a plaid skirt and a sweater. The skimpiest skirt you have.” Nat grins evilly.
“It’s a coffee date, not a hookup.” (Y/N) laughs at her suggestion.
“Whatever you say, but that man’s shoulders are so broad that it wouldn’t be surprising if your legs were on them after the night.” Nat shrugs, but (Y/N) and Jenn laugh at the sexual joke.
“I am trying not to give Maya a sibling yet.” (Y/N) threw a piece of paper at Nat.
“Yet is the keyword in that sentence.” Nat winked at her comment.
Bucky was shifting his weight on the chair. They had decided to meet at this cute little café that opened about a month ago. It was right next to a bookstore that Bucky loved so much, and coincidently (Y/N) took Amaya a lot to get her story time books.
“Sorry I am late; traffic was horrible.” Bucky swore his breath was stolen from his chest because the minute he saw her, he felt like his lungs didn’t have air.
“I- uhm, I get it. You look beautiful, by the way.” (Y/N) smiled at his compliment while sitting right before him.
“You don’t look bad yourself.” She winked at the teacher, who started sweating bullets once she began to compliment him.
“Are you ready to order?” The waitress asks the couple. (Y/N) nods while Bucky just looks puzzled at the menu. She smiled at him.
“Give us a minute, please.” (Y/N) said kindly.
“Do you have any idea what you are going to order? If you don’t mind me asking?” Bucky asks sheepishly, but the woman just smiles.
“I am dying to try this plum strudel, especially since Maya isn’t here to steal my pieces. And I need a milkshake.” (Y/N) explained; Bucky couldn’t help but laugh.
“Amaya is a bit of a sugar fiend, isn’t she? I can’t even eat my fruits in peace without her looking at me as if I stole them from her.” Bucky joked, (Y/N) rolled her eyes because she knew her daughter.
“It’s not a shocker. It’s practically my fault. When I was pregnant with her, all I did was eat candy. I have a sweet tooth, but she’s like a sugar monster.” She explained, reminiscing all the pregnancy cravings she had. Bucky laughed at her comment.
“You sure you don’t want coffee?” Bucky asks all of a sudden. Finding it weird that she is ordering a milkshake at a café. She shook her head.
“Oh god, no. It would be my 5th coffee this day. I’ve had back-to-back meetings, and every meeting has a coffee run. Then there’s the coffee between every 15-page contract I have to write.” Bucky chuckles because that seems like he is the same in a completely different way.
“I get you. After grading my 10th paper, I’ve already drank 3 cups of coffee. My record is 7 in one day. I was planning on getting the milkshake too.” Bucky joked, (Y/N) laughed.
“So we are two coffee addicts on a coffee date, but we aren’t gonna drink any coffee. Got it.” (Y/N) smirked at Bucky. He felt his ears getting red. Suck it up, Bucky; she hasn’t even said anything sexual. She is just being funny. Bucky said to himself.
“It appears that we are. I hope you don’t mind, but I’mma order the same thing as you. I love plums. My ma makes the best plum pie I’ve ever eaten.” Bucky rambled, trying to stop himself from buckling under her gaze. Suddenly (Y/N)’s phone rings.
“Hey MJ, what’s up? Oh what? I am on my way.” (Y/N) hangs up, her face turns somber, and her eyes are filled with tears.
“I am so sorry, Bucky, but I have to go. Amaya fell, and the babysitter told me she won't stop crying. Her arm might be broken, and I must take her to the hospital.” She says, gathering up her purse. She was shaking, trying to stand up, but her legs were shaking. Bucky stands up to help her.
“Can you drive?” (Y/N) shook her head, worried because Amaya was always careful. She runs around like any normal kid but is ultra-cautious about getting hurt. Bucky extended his hand, and she grabbed it.
She gave him the directions to her house so Bucky could drive her home. She hadn’t really said anything during the entire ride; Bucky didn’t know what to do, so he did what he did best. Ramble on.
“You know I broke my arm around the same age. But mine was in a fight.” Bucky said, which got (Y/N)’s attention.
“Back when we were kids, Steve was the smallest kid in our classroom, and there was this kid named Tom; he kept pushing him and making fun of him. So one day, I stood up for him and decided I could fight Tom. I should mention that Tom was 2 grades above us, so anyway, he pushed me so hard that I fell. Broke my arm and wasn’t allowed to go to recess anymore. My teacher, Sally, knew that Tom was a bully and got me a lesser sentence.” Bucky told her. She smiled.
“So you were a troublemaker as a kid. Kinda like my ‘Maya.” She joked, smiling, talking about her little girl.
“Oh, Amaya is a little angel in comparison to me. She is manipulative as hell, but she’s a sweet kid. Takes after her mom.” Bucky complimented. (Y/N) sighed at his compliment.
“I tried my best. It’s not easy, you know. Being a single mom. Sometimes I think I don’t do enough and that I am never there, but-”
“Listen, I have been a teacher for a while now. I have seen parents who don’t care and never show up for their kids. You aren’t one of them. I know for a fact that every Wednesday, you take her to a museum or an interactive place. You are her person, and I think you are a fantastic mom. “ Bucky interrupts. He grabs her hand, and she squeezes it. Bucky parks in front of her house. Her big ass house. He keeps forgetting that she is, in fact, a well-paid lawyer.
Amaya did indeed have a broken arm. Bucky had to carry her to the car and into the hospital. He even sat with her when she was getting her X-ray while (Y/N) talked with the doctors.
“I wish all dads were like you. You really made this a lot easier for her.” The nurse said, looking directly at Bucky, who was holding a very tired Amaya. Bucky felt his ears getting warm.
“I’m not her dad.” The nurse scoffed at Bucky’s correction.
“Could’ve fooled me with how she’s so attached to you.” She noted. (Y/N) walked into the room with the doctor.
“Hey, ‘Maya.” The little girl in Bucky’s arms stirred at the sound of her mom’s soothing voice. (Y/N)’s eyes were puffy, probably from crying at seeing her baby in pain. Bucky wanted to hug her and Amaya, but he couldn’t really move with a child in his arms with a broken arm.
“The doctor needs you to sit on the little table over there to check you out.” (Y/N) said, which caused Amaya to slightly shake her head and grip Bucky’s arm with her non-broken hand. (Y/N) looked at Bucky in the eyes, almost pleading with him to help.
“Amaya, if you sit there, you’ll get to take Mister Bear for the entire month.” Bucky wasn’t new to bribing kids, it’s sometimes the last resort, but Bucky knew how much Amaya loved Mister Bear. The little girl smiled weakly and turned to look at her doctor. (Y/N) smiled at Bucky, she mouthed him a thank you. Bucky was sure his cheeks were glowing red.
“Please, Mister Bucky, sign my cast.” Amaya said, giving him a pen to sign her super bright pink cast. Finally, she calmed down after they put the cast on her, and she got to pick a color. Then, they returned to (Y/N)’s house, where MJ, the babysitter, was still in the place, worried for little Maya.
Bucky laughed, signing his name on her cast and adding a roughly made butterfly. Amaya giggled at the butterfly. Bucky didn’t even notice (Y/N) walking towards them.
“How are we gonna do the custody for Mister Bear?” She asks, noticing that Amaya is walking towards MJ so she would sign her cast.
“Well, I use it as a teaching tool, so I have to have it during the day.” Bucky explained. (Y/N) nodded.
“And I can’t pick up Maya this week because I am in court all day.” She added.
“I can bring him over after work if you want. “ Bucky suggests. (Y/N) extends her hand for Bucky to shake it.
“I can agree to that, Mr. Barnes.” She said, smiling at Bucky.
Bucky could die right now, and he would be happy. But who would’ve known that a ruined date could be saved by a shared custody agreement of a teddy bear with a 6-year-old?
For the past week, Bucky brought Mister Bear for Amaya to play with. After giving the girl the bear, he wouldn’t leave the house. Oh no, no. (Y/N) would give him food, and he would even eat dinner with them. They talked for hours about shows, movies, their childhoods, and just everything they could think of with a glass of wine. Amaya would go to bed, and they would stay up talking, even if they had to wake up early.
Bucky and (Y/N) had told Amaya that he was staying over for dinner in exchange for Mister Bear because saying, “Hey, mama and your teacher like each other a lot, but you can’t tell anyone” is too much for a 6-year-old.
What they didn’t count for was that Amaya was too smart for her own good. She knew it was strange that Bucky stayed for dinner and that her mom would wear her “special” perfume whenever Mister Bucky came over. So is this how she’s gonna get a dad? And all she had to do was break her arm.
Bucky was talking to Steve when Amaya approached him with a book. Both men turned their attention to the little girl with the bright pink cast.
“Mister Bucky, Mister Bear and I want to read this book tonight. Could you bring it over later?” Steve’s eyes widened, and he turned to his best friend, bewildered by the revelation made by the kid.
Bucky nodded, trying not to speak because he felt like Steve would have a heart attack if he had verbal confirmation that he was going to (Y/N)’s house every day.
“James Buchannan Barnes, are you sleeping with your student’s mom?”Steve whisper-s creamed once Amaya was out of hearing range.
“I am not sleeping with her… We just eat dinner together, and I bring Mister Bear for Amaya. It’s our custody agreement.” Bucky tried to explain, but Steve looked like the vein on his forehead would pop.
“Fuck Bucky, you are in deep shit now,” Steve whispered. Wait until Bucky tells him he is utterly in love with his student’s mom. Oh shit, what?
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twenty four.
warning; 🥀 1.5k words.
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“are you okay beomgyu?”
despite the smile on his face and the little nod, you could tell that the man was far from being okay. he was definitely hung over, having come home in the wee hours of the morning, smelling like he just jumped into a pool of alcohol. but instead of going to bed, the man washed up and back out the door he went, to take you to lunch. something he has been doing a lot lately.
“i’m fine love,” he pats the top of your head, “they have the best tiramisu at this restaurant, lets get you some.”
you nod and sit into the seat beomgyu just pulled out for you, at a table right by the edge of a beautiful rooftop restaurant.
“beomgyu? is that you?”
both you and your fiancé look towards the female voice, just to see a beautiful girl heading towards your table while waving. but it’s the man she’s walking with that catches you off guard, the way her arm is linked so comfortably with his has you completely stunned.
the man looking unusually happy beside the unfamiliar female, until your eyes meet with his from across the walkway.
“it has been so long gyu,” the girl says as she leans in to hug beomgyu, the two seemingly close, “this must be the beautiful future mrs choi?”
you naturally stand up, ready to shake her hand but she leans in to engulf you instead, surprising you. but not as surprising as the man that’s now standing right before you. you could tell he was taken back running into you here, his brows slightly knitted together at the view of you and your fiancé.
“such luck running into you both here today,” she continues, looking at you with the softest smile, “we should have lunch altogether!”
gulp.
“so how did this become a thing?” beomgyu asks once you’re all seated at a table for four, sunghoon unfortunately sitting directly in front of you.
“this is our first date actually,” she chuckles, her eyes going to sunghoon as she tucks some hair behind her ear. pink immediately dawns her cheeks, making her even prettier than she already was, “sunghoon asked father about me... then this happened. my father has always liked sunghoon so he was quick to set us up.”
ah.
you understood now why sunghoon looked so unusually joyful today, why he fancied this girl over the hundreds who threw themselves at him everyday.
over you.
because not only was she the most beautiful you’ve ever seen but she was also the daughter of the richest man in the country. even you’ve heard of her name before, han sooji.
it was like they were meant to be together.
so many questions you wanted to ask sunghoon about the situation, but can’t. you have no right to. yeah he’s on a date but you have a literal fiancé who you live with.
funny how life works sometimes.
“enough about us, tell me about you guys. you guys look so cute together!”
the so called lunch double date continues on for a good while, with beomgyu and sooji doing most of the talking while you’d nod along whenever mentioned. but your attention hadn’t exactly been on the conversation anyway, probably because of the man sitting in front of you.
his eyes were unfortunately on you the entire time, watching your every move, your every interaction with beomgyu. it made you all the more uncomfortable being there, the atmosphere now too heavy for your poor appetite.
“tonight is the last night of my art exhibition actually and i was wondering if you’d like to stop by? i’d love to have you both there,” sooji asks, more so at you, her eyes hopeful, “sunghoon will also be there.”
both beomgyu and sunghoon glances to you at the same time, waiting for your response and in the spur of the moment, you agree. but you immediately knew it was a bad idea, especially with sunghoon attending too.
“great! oh-” the poor girl was so excited that she accidentally spills wine onto her dress, something which sunghoon immediately reacted to.
your step brother was quick to grab a napkin, gently dabbing it at her dress. but it’s his worried gaze towards her that has you gripping onto your own dress, a sudden rush of uneasiness in your chest.
“i’m so clumsy, sorry about that,” she then excuses herself from the table, unfortunately leaving the three of you alone, in total silence.
but then you notice beomgyu and his sudden restless stance again, the man looking even worse than he did earlier.
“are you sure you’re okay?” you ask him, handing him a glass of water as you do, “do you want to go home?”
“perhaps i drank a tiny bit too much last night,” the man smiles at you in return, even slightly leaning over in true beomgyu style with his lips puckered into a kiss, “aww you’re worried about me, my love?”
you roll your eyes at his naturally flirtatious behaviour and knock his arm, slightly pushing him back to his side. this side of him didn’t bother you as much as it used to, especially after living with him for the past month.
despite beomgyu’s reassurance, you decide to go find something for his hangover anyway. but that was just part of the excuse to leave, the other being that you simply needed to get away.
from sunghoon and his date.
to call yourself jealous of your step brother was wrong on so many levels, but wrong was all you’ve been living and breathing as of late anyway.
with a sigh of relief at finally being alone, you step into the empty lift but of course the world always seem to have other plans for you.
“why are you running away?”
you look up at unexpected voice and the very unexpected appearance of the man you had been thinking about. he looks amused at your reaction, smirking as if scaring the living daylight out of you was pure fun.
but fun was not what you were having now being trapped inside the lift with sunghoon, the person you were trying to get away from to begin with.
alone.
“i’m- i’m not.”
“thought you’d be happier to see me,” he goes to stand right behind you as he says so, his body slightly grazing against your back. he’s so suddenly close to you, his presence looming over you, making you feel even smaller than you already were. “guess you’re too busy taking care of your fiancé.”
“he’s not feeling well,” you attempt to create some space between your bodies but sunghoon grabs onto your waist, holding you still. his expression is now as grim as it can be, the complete contrast from the smirking one a moment earlier. “sunghoon stop... someone will see us.”
“are you worried about your fiancé or my date?”
it’s funny how quickly things can turn between you and the man because just last week, he told you to trust him and you did. with all your heart. but that trust was starting to slip today after what you’ve witnessed.
“you and choi seem close,” he emphasises on the one word, making sure you heard it loud and clear, “if i didn’t know any better, i would’ve thought you guys were an actual couple.”
you turn to look at him, stunned, because it’s not like you chose to be in this situation, that you chose to marry beomgyu. his provoking words, his tone, his cocky attitude, it was all starting to irritate you. it was unfair for you.
out of the many things you’ve learnt while living with sunghoon, one thing was pettiness and petty was exactly what you’re going to be if he chose to be this way.
“maybe you should go back upstairs sunghoon, before your date questions it.”
now it was the man’s turn to be stunned, slightly mad even.
you let him be, slipping away and leaving the lift as it dings for the ground floor but sunghoon pulls you back inside by the wrist. the man now has you pushed up against the wall, his eyes glued onto you, hands gripped onto your arms. like you were his prey.
you don’t even notice the lift’s doors closing again, your mind now too focused on the man in front of you and the way he’s glaring down at you. he’s mad.
being away from sunghoon lately had given you more time to think everything over. to think about you, sunghoon and this whole secret you’ve both been hiding.
despite the physical side of it all, you’ve never specified what this was. neither has the man himself. never had he mentioned if you meant something to him or if it was just fun and games. an easy fuck whenever he wanted. and now with the sudden appearance of sooji, you were beginning to lean more towards the latter.
perhaps it was all coming to an end soon.
perhaps it was better for everyone if it did anyway.
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With Love// F.W x Reader (1)
Summary: Y/n Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive hates her life. That was, of course, until the summer before grade 9, after an oddly charming redhead and his brothers helped her cousin escape. it was probably a good thing he forgot to return that key.
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Y/n Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive hates her life.
The first born daughter of Vernon and Petunia, who were more than disappointed to find their first child was a girl, overshadowed by her joke of a younger brother, and ignored by her parents.
Well ignored was not quite the right word.
They often pretended she didn’t exist, except when it benefited them to have an older daughter.
Though she knows she shouldn’t be ungrateful for her situation, her cousin Harry had it much worse.
She was only three when he had showed up on their doorstep, she doesn't remember much but she does remember her mother palming off a lot of her responsibilities onto her.
At the time she had thought it was great fun, feeding him his milk and nursing him to sleep. It was like she had her own living doll.
As she grew older, though, the responsibilities grew greater.
By the time she was seven she was making sure Harry was up and ready for school, lunch packed and everything.
By the time she was ten she was signing his school forms, she had always been rather handy with pens.
She remembers the summer that her cousin Harry turned 11, she had saved up what little money she had managed to scrounge together from the paper route she had started two months earlier and gone out and gotten him his very own watch.
It wasn’t a lot, nothing fancy like the watch Dudley had gotten. But it was nice enough, with a simple leather band and silver accents on the face.
She remembers how he had received that letter only a week before and how her mother and father had done their best to keep Harry from reading those letters. How she had tried her hardest to get him those letters.
They were carted across England (just about) and forced to sleep on the floor. She had given Harry the less lumpy space on the floor and had resigned herself to a sleepless night.
That had obviously been before Hagrid had kicked down that door and completely changed the whole course of their lives.
Before she knew it Harry was being whisked away to some school to learn how to be a wizard and she was stuck at home with her parents who would have rather she didn’t exist and a brother she didn’t care for.
She was more than ecstatic when Harry had arrived home for the summer.
The very first-time y/n had ever formally met Fred Weasley was the summer before year 9.
She had woken up to an odd rumbling sound coming from the room across from hers. She had been worried about Harry above all. She had watched as her father fastened bars on his window and a cat flapped on his door after that horrendous disaster of a dinner party.
She had been staring at the heavy lock on his door, silently debating whether now was a good time to try her hand at lock picking when the door swung open.
She stood there, like a deer in headlights, staring at the boy in front of her. Evidently, he was just as surprised to see her as she was to see him.
“If you say anything, I’ll curse you,” He said suddenly, pulling what she assumed was his want out of his pocket and waving it in front of her face.
She knew exactly what he was doing or, more, what he was attempting to do.
She lifted her hand to swat the stick out of her face, and an unamused glare crossed her features.
“First of all, I'm more frightened by the fact that there are strangers in my house than your little magic stick, and secondly, I know you’re not allowed to do magic outside of school, so you can drop the act,” she looked past the boy in front of her and over to Harry, who was talking with another boy who looked exactly like the one in front of her.
The room was silent for a moment; Harry was the first to break the silence.
“Y/n, these are my friends; they’ve come to take me to their place,” He explained.
“Yeah, and if you try to stop us, we will curse you, even if we aren't allowed to do magic outside of school,” said the boy before her.
She trained her focus back to him, eyes narrowed and annoyance evident on her face.
“Do you think that if I wanted to stop you from taking Harry, I would still be standing here?” she asked.
The boy thought for a moment.
“I suppose not,” he said, finally putting his wand back into his pocket.
“Fred and George were going to get my broom and stuff from the cupboard,” He explained.
“Do they need the key?” She asked.
“Key?” The one in front of her asked.
“A small, shaped piece of metal with cuts that fit into a lock and, when rotated can open or close it,” she explained, speaking slowly as if explaining the concept to a young child (or her brother).
It was the boy before her turn to glare.
“I know what a key is,” He said.
“Then do you need one?” she asked.
“I suppose a key would be helpful,” He said quietly.
“Great, follow me. And be quiet,” She said, beckoning him to follow her.
She leads him down the hall, down the steps and into the kitchen.
She quietly picked up a chair and placed it in front of the stove before carefully climbing atop it to retrieve the small key from on top of the cabinet above the vent.
“Here,” She whispered, handing the boy the key. “It’s just the cupboard under the steps we just came down,” She explained.
He nodded, disappearing back the way they came. She stepped off the chair and put it back before making her way to the cupboard.
“Do you need help?” She asked, watching as he grabbed what was left of Harry’s school supplies.
“No, I thought there would be more,” He explained, holding the loose parchment, quills and ink in one hand and balancing the broom over his other shoulder.
“Well, the rest of it’s already in his room,” She shrugged.
“I thought Harry said you guys looked all of his school stuff away,”
y/n bristled at the insinuation that she, too, had been a part of this.
“That’s just my parents; I’ve been intermittently giving him his stuff back,” She explained.
“Really?” He asked, “why?”
“What do you mean why?” She snapped.
“I mean, harry always talks about how horrible you muggles are to him,”
“Correction,” She said, “He talks about how horrible mum, dad and Dudley are,” said.
Then she paused.
“Do you even know my name?” She asked.
“No, but do you know my name?” He shot back.
“Well, I know your name is either Fred or George, and I also know your last name is Weasley,” She said.
“Well, I know your last name is Dursley,” he replied, “And I’m Fred, by the way,”
“Well, Fred, my name is Y/n,” She said.
She followed Fred into Harry's room.
“Okay,” She said, stopping to stand before her cousin, “Be safe, have fun and don’t forget to write to me. It’s like the only thing that keeps me sane in this fucking house.” She said,
“I promise,” He said, smiling widely at her.
She pulled him in for a tight hug before letting him step into the flying ford Anglia (which she had decided to think about later).
“Don’t kill my cousin, or I’ll kill you,” She said to the boy behind the wheel.
She waved goodbye as they flew off.
Her parents didn’t seem to notice the absence of Harry, and if they did, they were actively ignoring it.
She received her first letter a day and a half later.
Dear Y/n,
Hey there! So, I've got to confess... I kind of forgot to give you back your key after rescuing Harry from your place. I know, I know, not my finest moment. Anyway, sorry about that! Hope you're not too mad.
Cheers,
Fred
P.s we didn’t kill your cousin. He’s fine.
enclosed the key she had given to him.
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Genshin Men + Spending Valentine's Day with Them
Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, Childe, Pantalone, Kaveh, Al-Haitham, Zhongli
Tags: fluff, established relationship, domestic fluff, going on dates, kissing, gift giving, affection, hugging, cuddles, teasing,
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day everyone!
Kaeya plans out a whole date for the two of you, with the aid of his team. Of course he is very careful that you don't catch onto him, saying how he's gonna be home a little late. He shows up at the door with a rose in his mouth and a note, asking you if you'd do him the honor of being his lovely date tonight.
Diluc cuts his hours short so he can get home early and the two of you can make dinner together, with candles to make the mood more romantic. He doesn't need any gifts but he does give you some spiced up wine that may or may not also be an aphrodisiac. Just make sure not to drink too much cause you have a meal to get through.
Itto can't wait to spend the whole day with you on Valentine's Day. He kisses you right away, first thing in the morning, and he doesn't stop all day. He has a big, goofy smile on his face the whole time the two of you go through town and look at cute gifts you could buy for each other.
Thoma buys you a gift in advance, and way too many flowers Its the first thing he greets you with in the morning. He's usually up early but today he wants to have a lazy morning in bed with you, just talking, cuddling and kissing, remembering all the great moments in your relationship so far.
Childe manages to decorate the whole living room with rose petals before you wake up. When did he do that? Don't worry about it. Just enjoy his kisses and the way he picks you up and twirls you around while laughing and kissing your neck, telling all about the awesome plans he has for you and him for the day.
Pantalone is pretty busy through the day. He sends you lots of flowers and a card, telling you to be dressed well for when he comes back. He wants a fancy dinner but at the same time he wants to be able to whisper sweet things in your ear. A dilemma. He will cook for you. And then he will sit next to you and carefully fed you every bite.
Kaveh likes a little public affection but he's the most giving when you get home. He'd like to give you a massage to relax you a little before taking things any further. If you're tired or sleepy from the date he'd like to just cuddle with you, put your head on his chest so you hear his heart beating, just for you.
Al-Haitham cooks you a you breakfast and decorates it with heart shapes. He even wears a silly apron when he brings you the food. As serious as he can be he doesn't mind showing you his more carefree side, not on a day like this. He has plans for lunch too but you can eat as much as you want, you'll be burning up all those calories soon anyway.
Zhongli doesn't have any special plans apart from spending the day with you. It's not much but he really appreciates the time he spends with you. He wants to make lots of memories, make you laugh, feel your lips against his, your body against his. Honestly a part of him wants to show you off, which might be why he walks really slowly though the streets with you, taking his time, kissing the back of your hand with the softest of kisses.
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Valentine Headcanons about (almost) every fictional character I love 💕
happy Valentine’s Day to everyone! I hope you know you are appreciated and cared for! Here are some Headcanons on how my fictional crushes would spend Valentine’s Day 💓
featuring: Daiki aomine, Sasuke Uchiha, Takumi Fujiwara, Rindou Haitani, Jean Kirstein, Ryusui Nanami, Spike Spiegel, Hisashi Mistui, Matt Holt, Taehoon Seong, and Damian Wayne
Daiki Aomine:
He’s playing basketball 💀
You’re 100000% sure he forgot what today was because when you gave him a handmade lunch AND a net for catching bugs he just stares at it like “what is this for?”
So as you sadly sit on the bench watching him play
But then he falls idiot
You sigh and walk over to him. “You ok Daiki?”
He groans and kneels with a bracelet in his hand blushing
“H-happy Valentine’s Day…”
You’re speechless. Only for a short moment of course, you quickly begin laughing your ass off
“W-what’s so funny?! Damn Kise telling me to do dumb shit…”
“I love it Daiki! Where’d you get it?”
“S-satski taught me…”
This man has the largest amount of pride but will always throw it aside for you!
Sasuke Uchiha:
You both would either stay home or be somewhere private
You both have this secret spot in the woods that you guys have been going to ever since you were kids
So it’s no surprise on your 15th valentines together that’s where the two of you would be
With the little snacks and dinner entrees the both of you made to surprise each other and the nice lighting and river it was perfect
This is also the time he’s most vulnerable with you; kissing your hands, neck, cheek, arms, and of course your lips ;)
He whispers sweet things in your ear and tells you how he’s never loved like this and won’t with anyone else
“You’re my everything (y/n). I look at you and see a future brighter than all the stars out tonight.”
It’s safe to say he only and will only ever love you
Takumi Fujiwara:
You’ve always went on Tofu runs when you could with Takumi, and it was no different for Valentine’s Day
When he arrives at your house he’s standing there with a small bouquet
“Is there anything you want to do today?” He asks you as he drives to the hotel
You shake your head. “It doesn’t really matter as long as I’m with you!”
He can’t help but smile
When he’s done with the deliveries he pulls into a parking lot in front of Lake Akina
“Can w-we just sit here for a while then? I really just want to be with you.”
You smile at him and lean your head as close as you can to his shoulder. “I’d love that Takumi.”
Rindou Haitani:
Rindou takes you dancing
You both love to dance so it was a win
But of course after that he takes you home
You both cuddle on each other and watch random movies
Rindou has the finest liquor out and the sweetest chocolate and all your other favorite sweets
He kisses up and down your shoulder as you sit in his lap holding one of his hands
“You’re mine (y/n). And you’re gonna be for my next valentine and the one after that…”
Jean Kirstein
He cooks for you!
He makes you sit there patiently while he scrambles around creating the perfect meal
“Jean, i don’t mind helping you. I think it’ll be a lot easier if-“
“I got this (y/n)! Just sit there and look beautiful! Tell me about your day. You know I love to hear your voice.”
After he’s FINALLY done cooking, you dine together in the not so fancy living area, but the both of you don’t care
Jean did his best to clean up and set the sweet, loving tone and that’s all that matters to you.
“I love you (y/n). Thank you for making me so happy.”
Ryusui Nanami:
This man goes all out💀
As soon as you wake up it’s the most perfect breakfast in bed
He has to leave to work but literally leaves you his black card to treat yourself and constantly has people arriving with beautiful flowers every 5 minutes
He comes back for lunch and talks to you
“Has your valentines been well? I’ll make sure that you have the best day ev-“
“I really like all the things Ryusui really i do, but…I just really want to spend time with you…”
He pauses
Then calls in like it’s nothing!
The rest of the day is the two of you lay in bed together and act all cutesy!
“I’m glad you’re my valentines dear. It’s been one amazing day.”
Spike Spiegel:
This broke man does his best I’ll give him that
He buys you flowers and takes you to a pretty nice restaurant. Nothing too fancy but it’s nicer than you normally go to
He lets you order first and gets him something small, which is weird for this man
You both talk for hours the waitstaff is so annoyed
After you two are FINALLY done you both walk back to the Bebop
“Why did you eat so little Spike? You’re normally chowing down!”
He chuckles and keeps walking, “wasn’t that hungry.”
“Come on spike, we’re practically married, I can tell when you’re lying!”
He sighs and mumbled something
“What?”
“I wanted to make sure I had enough money for you to eat…”
You stop in your tracks
“Spike…”
You kiss him lovingly
“Thank you Spike. I love you so much.”
He smiles, “ditto.”
Hisashi Mitsui
You’re probably his first valentines tbh
He waits at a cafe with flowers in his hand
When you show up he’s bright red. You’re not even wearing and saying anything spectacular he’s just so nervous lol
You sit next to each other and talk snack and laugh about everything and anything
After the cafe you head to the park
And after that you go to little stores you see along the way
Mitsui buys you a stuffed animal you were looking at and you bought him a chain necklace he glanced at
It was a really great valentines, especially since it was first
“T-thanks for being my valentine (y/n). I’m glad i get to spend it with you.”
Matt Holt:
He makes this super cool heart shaped projector thing!
He hands you this heart
It rises shifts into being a projector that displays all of your favorite memories together
It shows the new inductee dance and how the two of you jumping around without a care in the world
Then it shows a lazy night of the both of you “studying” for an exam as the camera zooms into Matt’s face and your giggles from behind the camera
And one of your favorite memories of all, your day at the beach together. Throwing water at each other, making sand castles, resting you head in his shoulder as the sun goes down
“Matt…this is beautiful… I-I’m speechless…!”
“It’s alright.” He begins, “I know what you’re gonna say. I love you too.”
Taehoon Seong
Mans has no idea what to do
He acts like he doesn’t care as Hansu tries to give him ideas but really he’s terrified of messing something up
So when the day comes you hear a knock on the door you’re surprised to see a nicely dressed Taehoon with a rose in his hand
“Happy Valentine’s Day idiot.”
You smile and kiss his cheek. “Thank you Tae Tae!”
You Motion for him to come in
When he does there’s a nice breakfast for two in the dining room
“I know you don’t like to go out Tae, so I thought we could stay in for the day.”
Oh my gosh that sounds perfect
“Heh, I guess so. At least I’m with you.”
Damian Wayne:
Spoils you with acts of service
As soon as you wake up you’re greeted with the smell of a nice breakfast in the dining room
Then you sit in bed as he feeds you chocolate cover strawberries, watching silly movies and drawing pictures for each other
At the end of the day he prepares a bath for the both of you
You wash each other not like that weirdos and you even blow some bubbles at him
When it’s finally time to sleep he massages your back and whispers about how much he loves you
Then of course you fall asleep on his chest as he holds you
“Goodnight beloved. I hope you understand how much I love you.”
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How would Johnny react? If his s/o proposed ?
oooo okay.... ever since i wrote my pregnancy h/c for him domestic reformed!johnny has been on my mind and this sorta feeds into that hehe
this'll still be like normal cannibal johnny and everything but you get it
Johnny Slaughter x Gn!Reader
also check out this new divider i stitched together for him!
The two of you had been together for a while, and although you knew everything that was going on with him, he just would not let you meet his family. Just told you they weren't very sociable, and you've given up asking after ~3 months of constantly begging.
Truth was, Nancy would hate you- hate the fact that he had a partner, and he didn't want to crush you like that. He knew it would hurt you, even if it wasn't anything personal on your part and was purely Nancy being overprotective.
Because of that, he never took the relationship and further than nice dates, staying at your house for 3-4 days at a time, etc. But you were tired of just dating, and you really loved him, and knew he loved you too. So if he wasn't going to propose, you were going to.
You didn't get any special super fancy ring; chances were he wasn't going to wear it anyways if he didn't want his family knowing about you. And you didn't take him to a super fancy restaurant or anything incredibly special because you knew he'd immediately be suspicious. You just did it one day when he was staying over. He was in the kitchen, making lunch for the two of you, and you tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, and you showed him the box.
"What, darlin'?" He'd ask, not quite understanding. And then you opened the box, and he'd spend a good two minutes in silence, just staring.
"Babe, the omelets are burning," you'd hum, and he'd turn off the stove, though the lunch was already probably messed up. He put all of his attention to you, turning and just waiting. For an explanation, or something, but all you said was "Will you marry me?"
"Sweetpea..." he'd murmur, reaching up and closing the box. "You ain't gotta get me a ring." And you'd frown at him, knowing what this meant. He wasn't rejecting you, but he wasn't accepting it either. He told you that things were still rough at home with his family, and that he couldn't give you the time you deserved if the two of you were engaged.
And he'd return to making lunch. But you'd sneak underneath his arm and stand in front of him, forcing him away from the stove. You'd trail your fingers over his arm and talk about how you wanted to live with him- full-time, not this on-and-off shit. And he'd sigh, and then you'd tell him that you wanted a life with him, a family... Maybe a dog, some livestock...
He'd sigh at the fantasies you were putting into his head, and he'd cradle your face, narrowing his eyes at you as if he didn't understand what you were asking. It was clear, and you knew he was just being dodgy. So you'd tell him to run away.
"You know I can't do that," he'd chuckle. "Why not?" "I got responsibilities here." "Why can't I be your responsibility? You can't live with them forever."
But that's what he was used to- staying with them. And he knew he couldn't marry you and be part of the Sawyers. Nancy would have his head on a stick. He'd been slowly warming her up to the idea of a partner, but this was an entirely different level.
So you sighed and stuck the ring box into a drawer, leaving it for a rainy day. You assumed that it was going to be like this forever; just dating, hardly ever seeing him, him constantly being busy, and you'd never be able to have a real life with him. Because he was stubborn.
But Johnny could not get the idea of a family with you out of his mind. He'd always wanted a dog. Had one as a kid, but it ran off. Owning some sort of ranch with you sounded like heaven, but... Surely he couldn't. It must've been a pipe dream...
. . . .
Two months later, he took you out to a sunflower field and proposed with the same ring you'd put away. And he promised he'd run away with you. Go up north, or west, or east, or south- he didn't care. He knew he loved you and you were right, he couldn't stay with his family forever. You accepted, of course, and he told you to wear the engagement ring until the two of you could get away. To keep it warm for him.
And when you did eventually make it out of Texas, or at least out of Newt, you never once saw him without it. He put the ring on a thin wire and strung it around his neck, wearing it as a necklace because he didn't want to risk breaking it with all of the physical activity he did.
Plus, it looked really nice hanging from his chest when he was on top of you.
#tcm#johnny slaughter#adapting to johnny slaughter#johnny slaughter tcm#johnny slaughter x reader#johnny slaughter fluff#johnny slaughter headcanons#johnny tcm
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Temptation | Eddie Munson x Reader
Hihihi! Please heed the warnings, and if its not for you please don’t read! Eddie’s a little bit of a perv in this, but honestly he just proper fancies reader (And reader proper fancies him!)💕
Summary: Your friend is determined to drag you to a basketball squad house party, hoping that you’ll finally score a date with a member of the team, but unfortunately for her you only have eyes for Eddie Munson. Spoiler free!
Warnings: 18+, non/dubcon (reader passes out for a bit, but wakes up), intoxication, drugs (weed), dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, tiny bit of degradation, multiple orgasms, praise praise praise, Eddie talks too much during sex, creampie, not proof-read! If I’m missing anything lemme know!
Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader.
Word Count: 8.3k.
The houses in this area of Hawkins were nice, too nice for such an unassuming town. A blatant display of wealth, showing clearly how the other half lived. Expensive enough it could probably send every senior in Hawkins High to college and fund their entire tuition. But there was one good thing about those houses on the nice side of Hawkins— they made the perfect location for those weekend parties when parents were away.
A loud thrum of bass reverberated in the background as you weaved your way through the crowds of people inside the huge house, careful not to trip over your own feet as you struggled in your heels. The baseball team commanded an audience as they huddled around the dining table to play beer pong, stray white ping pong balls soaring across the room as the girls they were playing with were completely off centre. A mixture of people swayed to the music in the middle of the room, right by the speakers, with a few couples cuddled together on plush leather couches. Your eyes scanned the room for the only reason you’d bothered coming to this stupid party in the first place, but you couldn’t see him anywhere.
“Come on, please?” Your best friend nudged your shoulder in the cafeteria as you picked at your lunch. Resting your head on one of your palms as you shook your head, glaring at her through the side of your eye.
“No.” This must be the twelfth? No thirteenth time she’d asked you to this party this week.
“Pretty please?” Fourteenth.
“Still no.”
“Oh come on, you never come to these parties with me.” There was a reason for that. Too many people crammed into the tightest of spaces, your friend would often ditch you in the first twenty minutes and you’d be left fending off the advances of Chance from the basketball team who for whatever reason decided to set his sights on you rather than the multiple cheerleaders he had to pick from. Cringing as you remember the last house party you agreed to go to, grateful that Nancy Wheeler had been able to get you out just in time before you had the chance to go insane.
“Hello- are you even listening to me?” Your friend followed your line of sight to see what you were staring at, seeing Eddie Munson sitting at the end of his table.
“Ugh, of course.” She shoved your shoulder to bring your attention back to her as your chin fell from your palm, “You’re disgusting, you know that right?”
“Why?” You turned to face your friend with a frown.
“I can’t believe you’re still crushing on the freak-”
“Don’t call him that,” You tried to cut her off but she was quick to continue.
“When Chance asked you out again the other day you said no, why the fuck would you do that? It would set you up here for the rest of the year. You’d be so popular, and I as your best friend would be right there with you.” She put her hand on her chest as she gave you a big smile.
You rolled your eyes as you chanced a final look over at Eddie who was laughing with his friends, throwing a piece of food across the table at the other members of his Hellfire club as you put your fork down. You had it bad.
“I don’t need to be popular, and I don’t want to date Chance. I’m pretty sure he’s slept with half the cheerleading squad.”
“So let's find you someone you do want to date- at the party this weekend.”
You groaned as you shifted in your chair, dropping your water bottle back into your bag as you made to leave the room.
“You can’t spend the rest of your life alone.”
“There’s literally no one at that party I’d be interested in.” You rolled your eyes, standing up from the table.
“He’ll be there.” You stopped in your tracks as you looked at where your best friend was looking.
“Eddie?” You raised a brow, “Why would he be at a basketball game party?”
“Where do you think they get their drugs?”
You supposed she was right, it was no secret that Eddie Munson sold drugs and a big party had to be a lucrative evening for him. The irony that those same teenagers that bullied him were the same ones that were happy to give him money for drugs at these parties wasn’t lost on you as you slung your bag over your shoulder before grabbing your tray from the table to return it.
“Well?” Your friend called out to your retreating back.
“Fine, I’ll go.” You replied, tossing your trash before placing the tray back in place.
Her squeal was loud enough to disrupt the few tables in the surrounding area as you shook your head with a smile, waving her goodbye as you walked out of the cafeteria to make it to your next class.
So now you found yourself in this huge house all alone because your friend had snuck off with Andy from the basketball team and after almost an hour you still hadn’t managed to find the one person you’d come to this stupid party for.
Narrowly avoiding a guy who almost fell into you when his friend shoved him a little too boisterously as you made your way towards the kitchen– you needed a drink. Whether it was liquid courage to steel your nerves or just a way to cope with the incessant throb of music and cheering in the background you couldn’t tell. Reaching out to grab a paper cup from the pile as you poured half a cup of beer from the keg sat in the corner, not trusting the vibrant red punch that sat on the kitchen counter in case it had been spiked with god knows what.
The kitchen was quieter than the main parts of the house, the swinging doors often shut and blocked a great deal of the music which meant people could actually have a conversation at normal volume. Leaning back on the counter as you sipped your beer, overhearing the cutesy conversations that the couples inside were having. Some of them just whispering to each other, others sucking face in front of you. It shouldn’t have bothered you, people minding their own business. But it filled you with a fit of burning jealousy because they were all doing this and you were pathetically alone. Chucking back your beer you moved to pour yourself another cup, this time filling it to the brim as you sipped at the head of foam. Weaving back out through the swinging door back into the throng of people, your eyes looking out for anyone doing weed so you could ask where they got it. Hoping that you wouldn’t seem like a narc, but then at least you could try to find where Eddie was.
Eddie.
The thought of him alone made your nerves bubble to the surface again as you knocked back more of your beer. Hoping it would do something to subdue your racing heart as you stumbled through the lavish house, narrowly avoiding a side table as you regretted your choice of footwear. Heels and alcohol would be a deadly combination, deciding to go upstairs for a few moments to try and find a bathroom to give yourself a few seconds of peace before you worked up enough courage to start asking around for Eddie Munson.
Downing the final dregs of your beer as you made it to the top of the stairs, taking a sharp turn around the corner as you collided headfirst into someone's chest, dropping the empty paper cup with a surprised squeak.
“Oh, shit.” A voice said as you looked at the chest of the person you’d run into, a black t-shirt with ‘Dio’ printed across the front of it, “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t see ya there.”
His hands held your arms to keep you steady as though he was nervous he’d have you toppling over, bending his knees slightly to come down a little more to your level.
“I was looking for you-” You blurted out without thinking, excited that in this sea of people you’d finally found the man you’d been looking for all night.
“You were?” His brown eyes lit up with a toothy grin as he pointed a ringed finger at himself, “What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ looking for little old me?”
He had no fucking clue what he was doing to you, but his words had you squealing inside. Trying to hide the elation on your face over the fact that Eddie Munson had just called you pretty as you smiled up at him, “I wanna buy drugs.”
“Shh, sweetheart.” His eyes looked around the room playfully, squeezing your arms, “Not so loud.”
“Sorry,” You mumbled, unsure whether it was the alcohol making your mind fuzzy or the object of your affections in front of you
“Well, how about we go somewhere a little quieter and I’ll get you whatever you need, yeah?”
“Yeah,” You repeated with a smile as he led you down the corridor.
He turned back to see if you were still following him, watching you weave between the people who were mingling upstairs as he held his arm back to you, offering you his hand as he helped guide you through the crowds of people. His hand felt warm and slightly sweaty in your own, your fingers lacing together as he opened random doors- accidentally walking in on a girl between her knees giving one of the basketball team a blowjob as he shouted to close the door. Eddie shouted out a “Sorry, man.” before closing it and continuing further down, finally finding a room that was vacant as he opened the door. Standing to the side to motion for you to go in first, giving a slight bow of his head as he did so.
“M’lady-”
You held your breath to try and ease your racing heart, your fingers still tingling from his touch as you stood still in the empty bedroom, arms crossed across your chest as you tried your best to look natural. But you were so fucking nervous-
Eddie flopped down onto the edge of the bed as he fumbled in his worn jacket pockets, searching for the joint he’d rolled earlier as he pulled it out with a smile.
“You can sit down, sweetheart. I don’t bite-” He smiled, his head tilting to motion to the spot beside him as your heeled feet made their way across the carpet to sit beside him. Facing the door as you daren't look at him, still trying to calm your racing heart, “There we go.”
He was patting himself down to try and find where he’d placed his lighter as he held the joint between his lips, holding it at the side of his mouth as he looked towards you.
“I hope you don’t mind me sayin’-” His voice slightly muffled as he kept his lips closed around the filter, “But you don’t really look like the type to be smoking, sweetheart.”
“Isn’t saying that bad for business?” You weren’t sure whether you should be offended or not— whether he was mocking your experience or how you looked, but you supposed he was right. You’d never smoked before in your life.
“Shit, you’re right.” He grinned, holding his hand up to cup around the end of the joint as flicked the zippo to light it. Keeping the stick in his mouth as he inhaled softly, “I’m all for people trying it for the first time anyway, it’s good shit I promise.”
“How’d you know it was my first time?” You raised a brow.
“Just a gut feeling.” He grinned, “I can roll you one just to see if you like it? On me, of course.”
“You always offer people free weed?”
“Nah, only if they’re real pretty.” There he went again calling you pretty, the word had your throat going dry as you tried desperately to calm down.
The alcohol in your system made it easier as you reached over to grab the joint from between his lips, brows furrowed as you held the stick to your lips. Taking a large toke as you tried to hold the smoke in your mouth to push it into your lungs, but your body had other ideas as you began to choke on the smoke. Leaning forward as your throat burned, coughing up the smoke you’d just inhaled as Eddie leaned over to rub soothing circles against your back, his other hand grabbing the stick from between your fingers so you didn’t drop it onto the soft carpet.
“Shit, do you want me to get you a drink, sweetheart?” Eddie moved to stand from the bed, but you reached out to lay your palm flat on his thigh, shaking your head no.
“Please don’t go-” Your voice croaked, “Let me try again.”
“You sure?” Eddie wasn’t so sure, but he’d seen plenty of people who were inexperienced their first time buying so this wasn’t any different- not really.
“Please,” The soft desperate tone to your voice had his soft cock throbbing between his thighs, brown eyes skirting down to your lips before meeting your gaze again as he nodded.
“Alright, sweetheart.” He held the joint up to his lips, “Watch me,” inhaling softly as you watched his adam’s apple bob, the smoke disappearing into his lungs as he held it there for a moment before slowly parting his lips. The dark wisps of smoke began to seep from his mouth and swirl into the air, filling the room with the potent scent of marijuana as you felt yourself becoming woozy from the secondhand smoke.
“You got it?” You nodded as you took the joint back from him, your fingers tingling as they brushed his as you held the stick back to your lips. Closing your eyes to avoid his gaze as you tried again, taking a smaller hit this time as you felt the smoke enter your body. Your chest heaving as it filled your senses, biting on your tongue to fight the urge to cough, not wanting to embarrass yourself again as you felt it slowly flow through your body.
“There you go, I knew you could do it.” Holding it inside you for so long that the vapour began to slowly seep from your nostrils, your brain going cloudy, or maybe it was the smoke in the room as Eddie gave you a big grin.
“So what made you decide to try out my services today?” Eddie grinned as you took another hit of the joint, whether it was to calm your nerves or to mask your awkward silence you weren’t sure.
“Why not?” You replied with a shrug. There was no way you could tell him the real reason- that you had absolutely no interest in trying drugs for the first time, you were just completely smitten with the man in front of you.
Absolutely not.
“Fair enough.” Eddie had no fucking clue why a girl as pretty as you was asking him to buy drugs, not that he was complaining. But it was clear you’d never attempted them before, so it had him wondering why now, why him–
“Shit, baby.” He mumbled as your body fell back onto the bed, your lashes fluttering, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” You slurred, “‘m okay.”
“You come here with friends, sweetheart?” He squeezed your forearm to try and keep your attention, “Boyfriend? Tell me who and I’ll go get ‘em-”
“No,” You scrunched your nose in distaste, not wanting this moment with him to end so soon. You’d been dreaming about being this close to Eddie Munson, and it was finally happening, “Don’t go.”
Eddie watched the way your glossed lips jutted out into a pout as he hovered over you, trying to ignore the heat rising inside him. He was in an empty bedroom with a pretty woman who didn’t want him to leave, and it was you of all people. He was certain you were going steady with one of the guys from the basketball team, or at least that's how it sounded whenever he’d hear them talking about you at their lockers in the morning. But here you were now, wanting him to stay with you?
“Okay, okay. I’m not goin’ anywhere, see?” He squeezed your hand gently as you felt your lashes begin to flutter as your eyes closed, the mixture of drugs and alcohol coaxing you into slumber as you felt yourself beginning to pass out.
“I really like you, Eddie Munson.” You slurred and Eddie felt his heart swell in his chest. You liked him?!
“I didn’t even wanna try stupid drugs, I just wanted to talk to you- but now I’m being all embarrassing.”
“You’re not embarrassing- seriously. The furthest from.” Eddie brought the back of his hand up to stroke against your cheek as you continued to slur your words, the metal of his rings brushing against your skin as you leaned into his touch.
“I didn’t even wanna come to this party, but my friend said you’d be here-”
“Yeah?” Eddie whispered breathlessly, hanging on your every word.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like you too, one of his favourite parts of his day were the times he’d be sitting at the end of his table in the cafeteria that gave him the perfect vantage point of you. Picking your face out of the crowd and sneaking glances over at you when he thought no one was looking, quickly shifting his gaze if it ever met yours. But you were leaps and bounds out of his league, so there was no way he thought you’d ever like him back.
“I picked out this dress and everything for you.”
“All for me?” God, you were so fucking cute.
“Yeah,” You yawned, “All for you, Eddie.” He continued stroking your cheek as your breathing began to shallow, the effects of the drugs taking over. Unsure how much you’d had to drink before you tried weed for the first time as he lay beside you on the queen bed.
Eddie felt like a creep, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when you looked so pretty splayed out for him like this, your glossed lips parted in a delicious pout as he lay on the bed beside you, smoking the final tokes of his joint as he stubbed it out against the expensive-looking bed frame leaving a dark stain against the wood. Turning his attention towards you as he lay a hand on your hip, squeezing softly as he hovered over you. Curly, brown hair framing your face as your hazy eyes glanced up at him
“‘want you,” You slurred, trying to reach up to touch his cheek but instead you tugged at the worn leather of his jacket.
“Yeah? You do?” Eddie replied with a coyness to his voice as he leaned closer, surrounding you with the musky scent of sweat and weed as he let his lips graze yours slightly. Smirking when you tried to lift your head from the soft pillows to meet him and deepen the kiss.
“Please,” You whined, trying feebly to use your grip on his jacket to pull him back down to you and kiss you harder, but to no avail.
“We can’t sweetheart, you’re high.” His eyes softened at the sight of you beneath him as he watched your brows furrow in annoyance.
“I don’t care.” You scoffed, using all your strength to tug his jacket roughly to try and get his lips back on yours.
“Well, I do.” Eddie hated himself for those words leaving his mouth, he was a saint for not giving in immediately and taking everything from you. Eddie the fucking saint. Your needy whines doing nothing to satiate the throb between his thighs, his cock already semi-hard and leaking pre against his boxers. You had no idea what you were doing to him every time you begged him to touch you, to make you feel good. It was taking every single ounce of resolve he had not to pull your panties to the side and slide home. Were you even wearing panties? Your dress had ridden up so much on the bed he could lean back slightly and see for himself—
God, he needed to stop being such a creep.
Your eyes fluttered shut and Eddie stayed beside you biting his bottom lip between his teeth, what the fuck was he supposed to do now?
He didn’t want to leave you on your own to find your friend, he knew exactly who to look for. The loudmouth girl that you were always hanging around with at Hawkins, the one that would pull your attention away from him. But leaving you alone meant leaving you unattended, and that meant anyone could come in and do anything to you.
But there’s no way he could allow that, it was his job— wait. Was it?
He groaned at the thought of touching you like that. Sick, depraved and twisted while you lay there blissfully unaware of anything. His cock throbbing with desire as it begged to be freed from its confines, the thought of your pretty glossed lips wrapped around him had him shamelessly rutting himself against your hip, creating a delicious friction that had him groaning for you.
The other option was staying with you until you woke up, which wouldn’t be so bad– The effects of the weed hopefully wouldn’t last much longer, and he could help you find your way home that way. See, he really was a fucking gentleman staying here. Chivalry at its finest.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He hummed softly, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear, “Gonna stay here 'til you wake up, okay? Gonna take good care of you.”
Your only reply to him were soft breaths as he chanced smoothing his hand along your side, letting it stroke up to the curve of your breasts as his thumb brushed the underside of one. A deep groan rumbled from deep in his chest at the feeling, pushing harder before it moved over your mound to stroke against your soft nipple. Watching as it pebbled under his touch and began to show through the fabric of the dress you were wearing– were you not wearing a bra?
Oh, you minx.
“What were you planning dressed like this pretty girl, hmm?” His eyes rolled as he gave another, harder rut of his hips into your side. Giving his cock some relief as he palmed your breast, fingers dipping into the plush skin as he massaged it beneath his hand. Watching your face intently in case you woke up, your lips now parted in a silent moan, almost like you were enjoying this even though you weren’t coherent.
Eddie was trying his best to be good, trying to lay there patiently beside you until you came to, but your perfume invaded his senses and made it difficult to think, his eyes focused on the way your chest moved in time with your heartbeat, his hand grazing your sternum to feel it beating gently.
“Fuck it,” He mumbled, leaning forward to brush his lips against yours again, tasting your gloss on his tongue as he licked his lips.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty- shit.” He groaned as one of the straps to your dress fell from your shoulder, Eddie’s hand moving to pull the other one down so he could move the fabric down your body and reveal your naked breasts. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of them as he tried to blink back the hazy fog in his eyes from the weed so he could commit this sight to memory, trying to ingrain it into his brain so he could fuck his fist to the thought of it later.
He reached out to pinch one of your perky nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the peak gently as he tugged at it. Another airy sigh sounded as he moved closer, wrapping his lips around the other one as his tongue swirled around your darkened areola, flicking against the sensitive nub as teeth grazed it. Pulling away as the silvery sheen of his spit glistened in the glow of the bedroom. The light above illuminated your body perfectly as he switched breasts, giving the other one the same attention as you made more pretty sounds that flew directly to his cock.
“Always see you starin’ at me you know, every damn day and I didn’t do shit about it.” He scoffed, pulling away from your chest to look up at your face, “Look at what I was missing out on, huh? Eddie the freak? More like Eddie the fool- didn’t realise it was because you fuckin’ liked me. Me?!”
He kept talking as he leaned forward to press his lips against yours, tasting your lip gloss as his tongue slipped inside your mouth, exploring the new territory as his hands ventured lower. Skimming the soft skin of your inner thigh as it travelled beneath the hem of your skirt.
You’d been smoking weed with him moments earlier on a bed at a random house party. He was virtually a complete stranger, and yet you didn’t seem to mind. Maybe stranger was a stretch though because Eddie Munson knew who you were– seeing you walking around in all those pretty skirts that had him going crazy, fucking his fist to the thought of you more times than he could count. Oh, he definitely knew who you were. But he’d spent so long thinking about you that he’d finally resigned himself to the fact that he was completely out of your league. This is why having you here with him now in such a debauched state had his cock soaking his boxers and his heart beating a mile a minute.
His thumb brushed against the crotch of your panties, sucking a hiss through his teeth when he felt just how wet you were, cupping your sex to feel you through your panties. You were so warm. His filthy mind instantly going to how you would feel wrapped around his cock, your tight little pussy clamping down around him and trying to milk him of his release— and god, he’d give it to you. He’d give you everything.
Biting back a groan as he ran his thumb along the heat of your slit through the thin fabric as he found your hole. Pressing down against it through your panties as he felt the way your body reacted to him, your walls greedily trying to suck him into your depths as the tip of his thumb went as deep as it could through the material barrier.
“So needy,” He grinned, pushing the hem of your dress up to bunch around your hips so he could see you. The cute cotton panties you wore were a stark contrast to the dress you’d chosen for the party, making you seem far more innocent than you appeared. Your thighs shifted as Eddie paused his movements, his hands pulling back from you in an instant as his brown eyes remained trained on your face– looking for any signs you were waking up.
“Look at what you’re doin’ to me, sweetheart.” He groaned, taking one of your hands to press your palm against his crotch, panting as he felt your hand against his hard length, “This is all your fault.”
Eddie leaned forward, wrapping his fingers beneath the hem of your panties as he dragged them down your thighs. Slipping them over the heels you were wearing as he took the opportunity to look at the stained fabric, the sheen of your slick glistening against the crotch as he hummed in appreciation. Unable to resist raising them to his nose to inhale the scent of you, his eyes almost rolling back at the smell as his hips jerked, his cock finding subtle friction against the denim of his jeans. Stuffing the pair into his back pocket as he turned his attention back to you, brown eyes focused on your bare pussy as he moved a hand beneath your knee to spread you further. Seeing the silvery lines of your slick that stuck to your outer labia, before he immediately shifted onto his stomach between your thighs to get a closer look.
“Gotta be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” He mumbled, leaning forward to lick a long, languid swipe along your slit.
So what if it was the only pussy he’d ever seen? He’d watched enough seedy pornos and read enough dirty magazines to know that you were gorgeous. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you here beneath him right now, and you’d been looking for him too?
Eddie moaned at the taste of you, savouring it before he repeated the movement, this time lingering on your clit as he let the flat pad of his tongue swipe against you. Your taste did nothing but fuel the fire that burned deep inside him, crude, messy slurping sounds filling the room as he began to feast on your cunt. Eddie could’ve sworn you were moaning, even in your intoxicated state. Practically purring for him as he kept his eyes fixed on you from between your thighs, salving his tongue against your clit before moving to dip the tip of it into your tight little hole, crudely slurping at your essence as he followed the trail of it as it dribbled down towards your ass, letting his tongue shamelessly press against your asshole as his tongue circled the tight rim.
“Gonna take every single one of your little holes and make them mine, sweetheart. Make you all mine.” He growled, his hips rutting against the bed to try and give his cock some stimulation as he moved his hands to the apex of your thighs, thumbs reaching out to spread you open for him as he moved back up your slit. His nose bumped your clit before his lips wrapped around it, pulling it into his mouth as he sucked hard. Eddie was practically drooling as a mixture of his spit and your slick dribbled down his chin, fingers slipping between your thighs to join him as he slipped his middle finger inside your tight heat to the thick ring that sat at the base. Immediately curling it as he began to pump it in and out of your tight heat while sucking your clit.
Bullying his index finger in beside his middle one as he felt your tightness begin to stretch around his fingers, his rings clanging together as he set a slow, steady pace. Deliberately flicking his wrist to try and find that spongy place inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars, wondering if you could feel this in your slumber, if it felt good– Wishing you were awake so that he could see your pretty eyes and hear your reactions, but Eddie Munson wasn’t a greedy man. He’d take what he could get, and for now? This was more than enough.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Eddie groaned as he felt your walls beginning to clench around his fingers as he began to scissor them inside you, stretching you out to try and prepare you for his cock. You had absolutely no idea in your drunken state the effect you were having on him, his hips jerking against the mattress to give himself some stimulation to his neglected cock, your slick dribbling down his fingers and sticking to his rings. The metal clinked together with each pump as he increased the pace, wondering if he’d be able to make you cum like this– when you were in such a compromising position. The sight of your pretty lips parted in a near-constant moan spurred him on further, pressing the calloused pads of his fingers against the spot inside you that he knew would have you coming undone in moments.
“Come on, baby.” He goaded, “Wanna feel you cum on my face.”
Eddie felt your inner walls begin to flutter around his digits, his tongue still lashing at your clit as he increased his pace. Your thighs shook as your orgasm began to surge through you, your walls clenching around his fingers as you came undone. A large palm moved up to press against your abdomen to stop you from writhing away from him as he continued pumping his digits in and out of your pulsing sex, moving his lips back from your clit so he could look up at your face as he languidly pumped his digits inside your heat.
“Fuck, yeah.” He grunted, slipping his fingers from your tight heat as he watched your little hole flutter around nothing in the aftershocks of your climax. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand before greedily slipping his fingers coated with your slick into his mouth to clean them off as he stared down at you. Giving his hips a final rut against the mattress before he couldn’t wait any longer, he had to have you.
All of you.
Fiddling with his belt he unbuckled it and let it stay in the loops of his jeans, leaving it hanging as he unbuttoned the stiff denim. Dipping his fingers into the hem of his boxers to pull them down with his jeans until the material sat around the curve of his ass. Just enough to free his aching cock, the heavy weight of it hanging down towards his thigh as he exhaled at the relief of finally freeing it from its confines.
Taking a deep breath as he wrapped a calloused palm around himself, giving it a teasing pump as he rolled his wrist around the tip of his cock to smear his pre-cum down his length. Leaning forward to drag the swollen, reddened head through your folds. Coating himself with your slick as the tip brushed against your puffy clit, a breathless moan escaping your lips at the sensation.
“Bet you’ve got no idea how pretty you are, huh?” Eddie groaned as the tip of his cock caught against your tight hole, even in your intoxicated state your body was still eagerly trying to drag him in, “That why you here with me, hm?”
He let the weight of his cock drop against your pelvis as he repositioned your thighs, raising them up to lay over the top of his as he angled your hips. Nostrils flaring at the sight of his length on top of you as it indicated just how deep he’d end up inside your pretty pussy.
Manoeuvring you, he pressed the tip of his cock back against your entrance. Taking a deep breath to calm himself before slowly beginning to ease his hips forward, brown eyes looking down at where your bodies were connected as he watched himself slowly disappear inside your silky depths.
“Get it together, Munson.” He groaned as he felt your walls beginning to constrict around him, so much tighter than his fist would ever be as he tried to steady his breathing, not wanting things to end before they’d even begun.
Eddie didn’t know if he’d ever have this opportunity with you ever again, wondering if you’d wake up sober and regret flirting with him in the first place. It wasn’t every day that he had a girl— especially one as pretty as you, thinking about him. He had to make the most of this moment as it presented itself to him, and at least if anything he’d have the cherished memories of you.
What the fuck did you see in him anyway?
Eddie clenched his teeth as he canted his hips forward, burying more of his thick cock inside your tight cunt. Feeling your walls clenching around him as he leaned forward, edging deeper inside you as his hands fisted the sheets beneath you.
“‘m gonna fuckin’ ruin you, sweetheart.” He goaded, his balls snug against your ass as he buried himself inside you to the hilt. Choking back a groan as he felt every inch of his cock surrounded by your slick heat, cherishing the sensation for a moment as he felt the subtle tremble of your walls around him.
Languidly pulling his hips back as his cock left your depths, your slick coating him and leaving a glistening sheen against his length as he looked down between your bodies. Moving his hands to your thighs as he kept you spread open, adjusting himself as he drove forward, setting a steady pace, “Look at you- your greedy little pussy just suckin’ me in.”
As he thrust his hips forward he heard you exhale softly, your lashes fluttering as you opened your eyes to squint up at him, the bright bedroom lights obscuring your vision as you tried to blink to adjust to it. The blunt head of his cock was the only part buried inside you as he stopped his movements, frozen at first as he waited with bated breath for your reaction. Heart thumping against his ribcage as he tried to think of an excuse for why he’d been balls deep seconds earlier.
“Ed?” You mumbled, hands reaching out for him as he smiled down at you.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He cooed, “There you are.”
“What’s? What are you doing-” You shifted your hips and accidentally pushed more of his cock inside you, making a husky whine leave your lips. Voice laced with sleep as you felt pressure in your pelvis.
“You said you wanted me, baby. Remember?” He smiled softly, petting your cheek as you tried to remember your conversation.
You’d been lying on the bed beside him, his hand on your hip as you smoked a joint for the first time. You remembered telling him that you’d been looking for him all night, and he’d leaned forward to kiss you. Of course, you’d told him you wanted him—
“‘m sorry I fell asleep,” You mumbled with a pout.
“It’s okay, angel. You’re here with me now, aren’tcha?”
“Yeah- oh, Eddie.” You slurred, feeling the weeping head of his cock begin to breach your tightness as he shifted his hips, your body jolting as he pushed himself inside. Staying still to give you a moment to adjust before moving his hips forward to give you more, burying more of his length inside your wet heat, “Hurts.” You scrunched your nose at the sensation.
“I know, baby. I know.” He cooed down at you sympathetically, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your thighs, “You’re doing so good though, such a good girl for me.”
You keened at the praise, Eddie feeling your walls clenching around him at his words as he lazily rocked his hips into you. Feeling the heat of your slit against his pelvis as he let you adjust to his size.
“You feel so good, sweetheart.” Eddie groaned, your thighs locked on either side of his hips as he splayed his hands against your sides, just beneath the swell of your breasts. Giving a quick, sharp thrust as he watched them bounce from the momentum, pulling more pretty sounds from your throat, “You okay if I move now, yeah?”
You nodded in response, your hands wrapping around his forearms as he began a quick pace. The crude squelch of him slipping in and out of your tight cunt filled the room as you felt your entire body heat up in embarrassment.
“You hear that? How wet your sloppy pussy is for me?” Eddie grinned as he deliberately gave slow thrusts so you could hear the lewd noises that were coming from your body. Your hands moved to try and cover your face from embarrassment as he hovered over you to pull your hands away.
“Don’t do that, pretty girl. Let me see you-” Pulling your hands away as your flushed face stared up at him, pearly tears clinging to your thick lashes as you tried to blink them back to clear your vision. But everything just felt so intense-
“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He continued, listening to the mumbled “uh-huh” that left your lips as he continued his ministrations, “That’s it- show me how good Eddie makes you feel, yeah?”
You whined when you felt the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, the angle he had your body at was perfect to piston into it with each forward rut of his hips. The bulging veins running along the length of his cock dragged against your inner walls perfectly as you cried out for him, touching you in places that your fingers could never hope to reach, making you feel so full.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” He continued talking, his voice doing nothing to satiate the ache between your thighs, “Sucking me in so good, sweetheart. Feel me nice and deep, yeah?”
Your only answer was a moan as you tried to fight the fatigue that was begging to set in, trying to coax you back to slumber as Eddie continued fucking into your sloppy pussy.
“How many guys you done this with, huh?” Eddie asked, trying to keep it sounding casual, but really he wanted to know how many other men had the pleasure of being balls deep inside your perfect pussy.
“None-” You gasped as you felt him hit that special spot inside you with the tip of his cock, “Just you, Eddie.”
There you went again, saying his name like that. His chest swelling with pride that he was the only one that had been inside you, the only one to feel you like this. You were like the perfect little cocksleeve, made to take his cock.
“That’s right, you’re all mine, aren’t you?” He grinned, his hand moving to wrap around your neck as he squeezed softly. Your eyes rolled back at the motion as he moved his hand lower, stroking against your sternum before palming a handful of your bouncing breasts. Trying to commit everything to memory. Every time his hips pulled back it was as though you were trying to suck him back in, your pussy desperate to be filled with his fat cock.
“You ever touch yourself, sweetheart?” He continued, the question had your heart racing. You couldn’t count the number of times you’d touched yourself to the thought of Eddie Munson.
“Yeah,” You breathed, staring up at the ceiling.
“You got toys, or do you use these pretty fingers?” He grinned, lifting your hand to press a kiss against your four fingers, squeezing gently as he eagerly awaited your answer.
“I- just my fingers.” You gasped.
“Bet my cock feels better than your fingers, huh?” He grinned, “Your pussy seems to think so.”
It did, it felt so much better than you could've ever imagined. Each night you touched yourself to the thought of him never compared to the pleasure you were feeling right now in this moment, the scorching heat between your thighs was overwhelming, as he managed to touch places inside you that you’d never felt before. Certain you’d never be able to pleasure yourself again without him, you’d become entirely dependent on Eddie Munson.
“You feel that? Your pussy's suckin’ me back in every time,” He grunted, “Such a slut.”
You whined at the name, biting onto one of your glossed lips as he hovered over you, his curly hair tickling your bare skin as he fucked you into the shape of his cock, “You my slutty girl?”
“Yes,” You gasped, exhaling harshly as he hit the same spot inside you again. The room felt hot, your skin clammy as you surrounded yourself with the scent of him, the scent of musky sweat paired with cheap cologne and the smoke from weed and cigarettes filled your senses as your back arched from the bed.
“Say it-” He growled, his hands travelling lower as they settled on your hips.
“I’m your slutty girl.” You slurred, your thighs squeezing around him as you felt yourself approaching your release, certain you wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. Especially at the pace that Eddie had set, every single cant of his hips had him filling you to the brim.
“Yeah, you are.” He grinned, each word punctuated with a harsh rut of his hips, “I can feel you getting tighter, angel. You gonna cum for me?”
“Fuck, Eddie.” You bit down on your lower lip hard, the coil inside you tightening as he continued his rough pace, reaching out for something to hold onto as your hands fisted in the soft fabric of his shirt, wrinkling it beneath your fingers as he continued rutting his hips into you.
White spots began to blanket your vision as a loud cry of his name left your lips, suddenly thankful for the loud bass of the music downstairs that would hopefully muffle your cries. Not wanting anyone to walk in and see you in such a compromising position. Eddie’s pace was unrelenting as he fucked you through your climax, feeling the way your walls trembled around him as you rode out your orgasm.
“Look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum,” He snarled, shifting his hips to change the angle of his thrusts for his benefit, chasing his own release as he fucked into your spent body. Feeling him throb inside you as his fingers dug into your hips bruisingly, definitely leaving marks. The crude sound of skin slapping against skin continued to reverberate around the bedroom as Eddie’s thrusts became sloppier, teetering on the edge of his own climax.
Catching you off guard as he slipped his fingers between your connected bodies to press messy circles against your clit, your hands instantly moving to his wrist to try and pull him away, the sensation too much– too overwhelming as you began to wriggle beneath him.
“Eddie, please. I can’t-” You warbled, feeling fresh tears beginning to pool in your lash line as he smirked down at you.
“Just gimme one more, sweetheart. I know you can do it- wanna feel you when I cum.” He goaded you, his fingers unrelenting against your puffy clit.
“- s’too much.” You whined, your body betraying you as you felt yourself skirting on the edge of your climax, your toes curling in your heels as Eddie drove you towards another orgasm.
“That’s not what your pussy's saying, sweetheart. Can feel her squeezin’ me.” He laughed, “Come on, sweet girl. Just let go-”
“Oh my- god,” You cried out, your legs trembled as they clenched around his hips, your body thrashing against the bed as Eddie sent you into another climax, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to find a second to catch your breath. Everything felt so visceral, too intense-
“Fuck, that’s it. Good girl.” He growled, his hand moving from your clit to slip beneath the curve of your knee, pushing your legs up towards your chest as he shamelessly looked down at where your bodies were connected. Watching his cock disappear inside your sloppy pussy as he noticed the milky rings of slick around the base of his length, matted into his dark pubes as he let out a low groan of your name, “Gonna fill this sloppy pussy with my cum-”
It was then you realised that Eddie wasn’t wearing a condom, your eyes snapping open as you tried to push back on his chest, “Eddie, a condom- not inside- please.” You stumbled over your words as the pleasure made it difficult to think.
“I- fuck, jesus-” His jaw dropped open as a fierce groan vibrated from deep in his chest, spilling wet, hot ropes of cum into your pulsing cunt. Continuing a sloppy pace as he rode out his release, each roll of his hips fucked his cum deeper inside your spasming hole. Pressing a soft kiss to the side of your knee as he came to a stop, preserving the final throbs of your cunt as you continued fluttering around him in the aftershocks of your climax.
“Sorry. I was gonna pull out, but you felt so good.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before he began to slowly pull himself out of your warmth. The mixture of yours and his cum began to seep out of you and dripped onto the ruined sheets beneath you. His cock glistened in the light of the room with your release as he used the tip of his softening cock to push some of the mixture back inside your sensitive hole. A soft whine left your lips as you tried hard to stay awake, sleep doing its best to captivate you as Eddie continued to look at your dripping pussy, watching his cum begin to trickle down towards your asshole.
“Eddie, don’t stare.” You mumbled, feeling embarrassment swirling inside you.
“How can I not when you look like this, sweetheart.” His ringed fingers moved down to play with the mixture, catching it as it dribbled down your slit and pushing it back into your quivering hole as your body pushed it back out again.
“You sleepin’ again, angel?” He hummed, moving back from the bed to start tugging his pants back up as he tucked his soft cock back inside his boxers.
“No,” You replied, but your eyelids became heavy. Feeling them beginning to droop shut as Eddie’s hands began to pull the straps of your dress back up to cover your naked chest, tugging the hem down as he shrugged his jacket off to wrap it around your shoulders.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you home-”
#Eddie Munson x reader#dark!eddie munson x reader#Eddie Munson smut#stranger things smut#tw:noncon#tw:dubcon#trigger:noncon#trigger:dubcon#tw:drugs#trigger:drugs
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in which you’re Kise Ryōta’s best friend, forced to watch him disintegrate before your eyes, his teeth growing sharper, his laughter going higher and his smiles getting faker.
your friendship is one of the things you value most in your life.
unbeknownst to you, he wants to ruin it.
long one-shot, alternate pov
cheerleader!reader
light angst, fluff, pining
mellow, anime!kise because i’m delulu of his manga version (at least in this fic)
“What? What is it? Intimate? Private? Personal? But what are friends for, if you can’t talk to them about what really matters? All these nights we spent talking together… How could you? How?”
The Name, Matthieu Delaporte and Alexandre de la Patellière
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You’ve known Kise Ryōta for as long as you could breathe.
Technically, you can’t remember your first meeting, since you were both in glass cribs in a Tokyoite hospital, blissfully unaware of the summer heat, but just as you were neighbours as babies in the maternity ward, you were neighbours as little toddlers in the sandbox, and neighbours as children, waving to each other from your window.
Then you had your first significant meeting in a gym. His elder sisters were taking ballet classes on the upper floor, and you were stuck together during stretching exercises in your rhythmic gymnastics class. You had offered your name, he had offered his, and it had been the childish equivalent of blood-brothering yourselves to each other.
Since then, you had been glued at the hip, like conjoined twins (without the unfortunate medical complications, of course), and people were more surprised to find you on your own than with each other.
You had followed Kise in every sport endeavour he had undertaken, from swimming to baseball, from gymnastics to volleyball, cricket to soccer, short-track and figure skating and cycling, and you watched as each time he mastered a sport and gradually grew bored with it, while you got into cheerleading in third grade and never regretted that decision. You waited for each other at the end of the school day, him on whatever sport activity had struck his fancy at the time, you running drills with the cheer squad, and you always stopped for drinks on the way back home, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Your parents never minded the fact that your best friend was a boy, because they had known Kise since he was little too, and you weren’t short of girlfriends thanks to the cheer squad. Though one day you had come back home crying, and your mother had gone into full mama bear mode, until you told her Kise had choked on a bone fish at lunch. You had never been so scared in your life and you had really thought he was going to die. Your father offered to sign you up for first aid classes, and you had dragged Kise with you.
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Middle school had been the first time you were separated. You went to Teikō Junior High, while Kise joined Teikoku Junior High, a school known for its invincible soccer team.
You made the mistake of briefing him on Teikō’s basketball team. To this day, you still don’t know if you forgive yourself or not. But in the end, you’ve decided that time in your lives had been necessary, and your relationship hadn’t been broken to the point where you couldn’t mend it.
Kise had taken on modelling, and as always you had been as supportive as possible, secretly hoping he would stick to it, that he had finally found a hobby that would keep his interest. He had wanted to get his ears pierced, because it would make him look cool, and you had decided against telling him that earrings could cause accidents. Two girls on your squad had been practising back tucks, and one had accidently caught the other's loop earring while spotting her, and you still remembered her shrill scream and all the blood that had dripped on the mat. However, you had had your own ears pierced a while ago as a birthday gift from one of your aunts, and you had noticed the way Kise looked at your ladybugs pendants. You had always done everything together, maybe he was feeling like he was missing out on an experience. So all in all, you hadn't thought it would be a bad idea, all things considered.
Hoo boy, were you wrong.
You had ended up in a café, sharing a tiny strawberry shortcake because you were both on a diet thanks to your demanding activities, and Kise was still sniffling over the pain of the piercing. You had left Claire's with him clutching his left ear, and your endless stream of comforting words had sort of calmed him, but he had refused to pierce his other ear. You had stopped on your way to buy disinfectant, and, without his knowing, a pair of small ring-like silver earrings. And, over the half-eaten shortcake, you had offered him an earring.
"You know, I think you'll look even cooler with only one. It's a style and I'm sure you'll rock it!"
He had looked up from his spoon, eyes still a bit watery, but glinting with hopefulness.
"You think so?"
"Of course! Here, take it."
You had made sure his wound was clean, and you had slid in the earring's pin. Then, you had slipped the other earring on your right thumb.
"Look, I'll keep it until you want to pierce your other ear. How about that?"
He had nodded, and both to change the topic and cheer him up, you had said:
"You know, my school has this incredible basketball program, and you haven't tried basketball yet, right?"
That's when everything started going south.
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You didn't mind being small.
Sure, sometimes you wished you would be a bit taller, mostly because you couldn't afford to gain weight, as on your frame it would show immediately and your coach would double your drills, but you knew that your small height was what allowed you to be top girl. You could back tuck into next year any girl on your squad, and any boy on the gymnastics club. Your kneecaps had been stunted by tumbling, but you didn't mind.
Except when Kise joined the basketball team and suddenly every person you hung out with was way, way, wayyyyyy taller than you.
Even Momoi, who didn't even play basketball, was taller than you.
At least none of them were jerks about it. Most of the time.
"Come on, stop sulking!"
"I'm not sulking!"
Aomine was easily the worst offender. At least purple-haired guy (Murasakibara? was that his name?) wasn't really mean about it. Plus he towered over everyone so you never took it personally. Aomine however always seemed to have fun asking you how the snails were faring today, since you were so close to them. You had no idea how Momoi managed to put up with him 24/7. Though it was true that with his negative 20 IQ thing going on half the time, Aomine was mostly manageable. You’d offered to tutor him, and had been blown away by how many subjects he was failing.
“I thought Kise was bad at school,” you’d said, ignoring your best friend’s theatrical pout, “but you take the cake.”
“What cake?”
“Go back to sleep, Murasakibara.”
(You haven’t seen Kise smile like that in a while. You’re not sure Teikoku was a great place.)
So you hung out with the first-string after practice, head still pounding with the pyramid counts, thighs bruised by the bottom bases’ grips, your shoulder still smarting, pain lancing through your arm. You tried not to throw up the ice-cream you bought, and you turned your head when Momoi touched your arm.
“What do you think about this app? It could be useful.”
You shook your head, looking up to the pink-haired girl.
“Once, I’ve entered Kise’s data in it—”
“You what—”
“And it told me he was three months pregnant. So, those apps are weird. You’re better off tracking it manually on a calendar.”
(The truth was, you didn’t know. You hadn’t had your period yet. None of the girls on your squad had—except Sachiko, and you’d never seen her again after the day you’d heard her crying in the bathrooms).
Momoi smiled, before catching sight of Kuroko and launching herself onwards like a rocket, earning little more than a deadpan look, though you could see the fondness under it.
But truly, you didn't mind, because for the first time in virtually forever, Kise looked genuinely excited about his new hobby. You thought that this time he really found companionship and stimulation. You smiled back at him whenever he turned to you in the bleachers after a successful shot, marvelling at the way he seemed to light up the whole court as soon as he stepped on it. His happiness was your happiness. So you'd never shown defiance towards the basketball team. You really hadn't thought that one through.
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You went shopping together because Kise had wanted a new phone and you were on your fourth store raid already. You didn't see anything wrong with his current phone, which still had on its back the Hello Kitty sticker you had given him when you entered middle school. Sure, it was peeling a little, but it was fine. Kise only asked for the phone's capacity and photographic quality each time, and off you were on your quest again. Munching on your fizzy drink's straw, you raised your head as he rushed towards you. Before you could ask him if he had finally found it, he slung one arm over your shoulders and told you to smile.
Heads bonking over the screen, you grinned at each other. You were both weak for selfies and your own phone didn't have any storage space left for them.
Kise made that one his lock screen picture, and turned fully to you.
"See, it takes pictures better than my eyes."
You had smiled, too, and you'd never questioned his enthusiasm over it.
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Kise's modelling activities had several perks.
For one, you got to meet so many hot people it should have been illegal. You could also get reductions on self-care products, and you were too cute to be broke, so you accepted it without problems. You even got to meet (well, stare at from afar) the photographer of your favourite girl group. Half the pictures on his Instagram account were taken by you, and thank cheer practice for flexibility, because you had to contort like a circus artist to get the best angle each time.
However, his fangirls weren't one of them.
Even though your relationship was strictly platonic, you still got some really hurtful letters and even texts (how did they even get your number?), and after a while you simply blocked them out. You had lost count of all the people trying to get to Kise through you, using you as a means to an end, and you just tried to screen the people that had vile intentions.
Though you could still see how it weighed on your best friend. He was nice and bubbly with everyone, and even if you worried about the mental gymnastics he had to do, you knew he wouldn't turn into a people-pleaser. A few days ago, you had snapped at one of your squadmates who had called him a "two-faced asshole" after being (quite politely, might you add) rejected.
And across from you, he had looked glumly at his (fishless) bento, and you had asked him what was wrong.
"There's this girl that keeps following me," he had sighed. "I tried to let her down but she's incredibly annoying. And clingy," he had grimaced.
Vaguely, you'd remembered a brown-haired girl who was always lingering at the basketball gym's door when you came after cheer practice to go home with Kise.
"So she's bothering you. Want me to go talk to her?"
"No! No, it's fine."
You knew he couldn't be blunt because it would come across as rude and the rumours would kill him. Still, it made your stomach churn with anger.
When the girl had latched onto Haizaki, as you comforted Kise after his crushing loss, you thought that at least it was one less thorn in his side.
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You had realised you were drifting apart at the end of your second year.
Cheer practice had been cancelled because your coach's kid was sick, and you were wandering aimlessly through the streets of the commercial district, half your mind on which high school you would have to go to.
And then you had crossed paths with Kise, who had looked like he was going in one of the glass-paned windows buildings, and you had stopped dead in your tracks. Not because he was where he wasn't supposed to be, but because he had seen you and smiled at you. You recognised that smile. It had the undercurrent of tension that was usually reserved for his fangirls, and it was directed at you.
"Shouldn't you be at practice?" you'd asked.
"Should I?"
That was how you'd known something was deeply wrong.
The basketball team wasn't exactly your friend group, since you hung out with the squad most of the time and without Kise, you didn't really have anything to say to them, except maybe for Momoi and Kuroko. And still you noticed how Aomine was nowhere to be seen, and even Midorima didn't bother with acknowledging you in the halls.
And worst of all, you'd watched Kise's eyes go back to being glazed over with boredom. Every time you asked him if he wanted to talk about it, and every time he reassured you, saying nothing was wrong.
Kise had never lied to you. He had always known all your problems and secrets, and you his.
Somehow, you felt guilty about what happened.
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Teiko was not known for its leniency when it came to sports practice.
Still, it was you who’d foolishly risen to the bait of your squad captain, and here you were on a Friday evening, shrugging icy water off of you hoping for feeling to come back to your toes, when you could have been at home already soaking in a bubble bath.
One good thing: nothing hurt anymore, since your limbs had fallen asleep. You could still catch the last train, so you made it out quickly, grabbing your bag. You walked stiffly to the exit, unwittingly going next to the basketball gym, ruining all your efforts.
(You hadn’t taken the challenge to prove anything to that empty-brained tumbler. You knew it’d hold you back enough so you could miss Ryōta on the way home and pretend it was club stuff. You’d been avoiding him and pretending not to notice his hurt looks. You were unravelling.)
So, that day, walking past the gym, steeling yourself not to look inside, you heard those words.
“Next time we see each other, we’ll be opponents.”
You sped up, almost running to the bus stop, your ankle smarting again after your short run had warmed up your body, heart beating to the confusing tune of hurt and longing.
You weren’t sure you could handle three more years like this.
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Sixteen and born to win, you hopped on the train right as the doors closed, slipping in without so much as a hair caught between the metal edges. Your nails flashed hot pink against the grey of your new uniform skirt, and your hair was tied neatly. You were ready to hit the mat before breakfast.
Of course, you dropped on a seat and immediately let your head fall against the window, catching up on your lost sleep.
Under your eyelids, you couldn’t stop your mind from flashing your phone’s black screen, Kise silent after you’d texted him you couldn’t walk to school with him because of club imperatives, your heart sinking a little in your chest. You couldn’t help but remember the knowing look Momoi had given you at graduation when you’d told her which high school you were going to. As if she were one to talk—you hadn’t made any comment when she’d said she would be going to Tōō! And anyway, it was either this or Shutoku, and you wouldn’t be caught dead on the same squad as your former cheer captain. That girl was going down this year or else.
High school was going to be a good time, you’d make sure of it. New place, new people new rules, new you.
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When Kise Ryōta was five years old, he learnt that little girls could bend in half.
He saw one of them do it, in the gym where his oldest sister had left him while she took her dance classes on the upper floor.
She had bent so far that, for a second, he had been worried she would snap in two.
He would never forget that moment—the moment he discovered what extraordinary meant.
He would never forget any of the moments that came after, when you had told him your name and became his friend at a time when he was so lonely it hurt.
As you both grew up, he’d started to worry you would move on. Find someone better, someone more interesting. Someone truly gifted in something the way he wasn’t—copying is the lowest form of the wit, after all, or however the saying went.
Or maybe he would get bored of you. Get bored of seeing the same face day after day.
Unfortunately, as the years passed, he didn’t grow bored.
Kise discovered a new sentiment: frustration.
And you were painfully oblivious to it, wrapped up in your own worry.
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First-aid classes with you were horrible for his blood pressure.
Sometimes, the instructor felt merciful and let you practise on mannequins. Other times, the elderly man fancied himself a hotshot cardiac surgeon or something and forced you to practise on live bodies. “A mannequin can’t prepare you for the feeling of ribs breaking under your hands,” he had said, dead serious, with a dozen teens looking uncomfortable as hell.
You insisted on signing up every year in order not to forget the manoeuvres. He knew where that came from, and sure, if he was to choke on a bone fish again or go into cardiac arrest from a bad collision, there’d better be someone who knew the Heimlich manoeuvre and CPR. But if you were the one doing it? He was going to choke anyway.
You hovering over him, eyes on his mouth, gaze focused and jaw set? Yeah, every session was torture and you didn’t even notice. Were you even his friend? Did you even care a little bit about his feelings? How could you not feel the way his skin burnt under your fingers when you pulled him into a practiced recovery position?
As he drifted away from his own teammates, from the new passion basketball had kindled in him, he decided against telling you the only thing keeping him coming to practice was the thought of walking home with you.
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He didn’t have a clue most of the time.
Everything was fine, and then something switched. The day he started undressing you in his head—absent-mindedly, like it was nothing at all, like you weren’t his most precious friend, like he wasn’t unravelling the last thread of his reality—was the day he knew he was fucked six ways from Sunday. You were stuck in a push-and-pull with each other, and he didn’t know what to do.
It seemed Kise could not keep his friendships going smoothly.
You holding his hand or hugging him was never a problem before. He refused to spoil your relationship like with the other Miracles. On the other hand, throwing it all away was so tempting, the easy way out, burn all the bridges and pretend it never happened. If you had been someone else, he’d already have done it. But you were you. You were not some girl he could just toy with, speeding it up to get faster to the break-up.
On a good day, he would psych himself into trying to talk to you—and always failed miserably to follow through with his plan.
When you were younger, you’d hold sleepovers at his or your house, in the dark, by candlelight, giggling uncontrollably until his sisters or your parents came to scold you gently.
He appreciated candlelight even more now, some seven years later and several hours a day spent under the unforgiving blinding flash of a photographer’s camera. He liked the warm flickering glow of it, how the candle slowly died, and you’d agree on going to bed, but would end up talking again until either of you fell asleep. He liked catching glimpses of you in the dark, piecing you back together in his head, fragments of you in this soft glow haunting his dreams, and he'd wake up with strands of your hair in his dry mouth and his hands uncomfortably close to you and he'd go straight to the bathroom. Being overly enthusiastic at breakfast didn’t quite make up for it, unfortunately, and he’d pretend not to notice the question in your gaze.
At the height of summer, he gave up on faking indifference at the way your shorts rode up on your thighs, showing blue and purple bruises where you’d been gripped countless times, propped up by bottom bases for a pyramid. Lying on the grass, he tried to focus on your words despite the blood rushing in his ears, thinking about how much he wanted to make those bruises his doing, how he wanted to—
He came later and later when you were having sleepovers, photoshoots and practice eating away at his time, smiling sheepishly to your father working in the living-room, you were already half-asleep on your covers spread on the floor, near your open window, aquarium glowing softly purple, pump-pump-pumping water. Your eyes two bright spots on your lit-up face when you pulled gently on his sleeve to make him lie down next to you. He complied every time, exhaustion making his limbs weak. He tried to sleep and not think about how hard it was to not touch.
School was no respite for him. When he managed to hide from his fangirls, you spent the break stowed away, pressed against each other like when you were little, and life was a river under a rainbow. You leaned on his shoulder in the hallway, staying still until the motion-activated lights turned off.
You would both pretend everything was fine, and that this wasn’t the worst time of your lives.
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You looked at him but you failed to notice how he looked at you—how his gaze followed the hair catching at your mouth whenever you landed a tumbling pass, ponytail flipping, how he trailed close when you walked on railings by the road on the way home, how his breath hitched when you dismounted with an aerial walkover as if a car didn’t zoom past you at one hundred miles per hour, looking back at him and shooting him a cocky grin, how you were always confident and invested in a single thing, laser-focused on your passion.
The hardest thing in cheer was not the tumbling passes, or the pyramids, or the hours or the gruelling practices, the injuries or the rivalries. It was the smile hiding the lactic acid building in the muscles, it was the spring in the step on hardwood floor, the unfailing cheerfulness.
“Why do you like it?”
He’d asked one day, at the end of cheer practice, which for once had overrun basketball—they needed to prepare for regionals, especially with Shutoku’s squad firing on all cylinders on the circuit this year.
“I’m part of something,” you’d said. “I’m part of something and I don’t have to look at myself.”
After a moment, you’d asked:
“Why do you like basketball?”
He’d paused to really think about it for a minute, and realized he’d finally settled on an answer long ago. He just had to acknowledge it.
“I’m part of a team.”
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Highschool saw you fall into a tentative, sincere routine that was an attempt at going back to the way things were.
(When will you both admit things changed? You were waiting to see who would break first.)
You walked to and from school together. Ease came back as you stopped awkwardly greeting each other, picking up the conversation where you’d last left off without missing a beat, like before. It felt safe, comfortable.
You came to Kise’s games with a spring in your step, happy to see him interact with his teammates, happy to see that Kaijō was free of the currents of tension that had plagued Teikō’s last days.
You went back to your favourite hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, sharing food the way you used to. Everything clicked gradually back into place like synchronizing heartbeats, and even though you knew things would never be the same again, you did your best to make up for what happened, and he did too.
Maybe this was your way of apologizing. Maybe it was his, too.
“I think I need a new lock screen photo,” Kise said one day, gauging your reaction.
“Yeah, I think you do,” you answered.
You grinned at each other.
Things always looked up eventually.
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One second you were soaring in the air under the blinding lights of the stadium, so high, high, high up you could have sworn you touched the rafters, your whole body tight and arms crossed on your chest as you completed your flip, heart rattling against your ribcage partly because of the booming music and partly because of the sheer excitement you’d been feeling.
The next second, your head was meeting the unforgiving, hardwood, polished floor of the court, your squadmates desperately scrambling for you, painted nails scratching at your arms, thighs and waist, clutching and leaving crescent-shaped indents in your skin, and as you were propped upright, you felt sticky hot blood coating your forehead and hairline, and you blurted out: "Oh, that's not good."
The good side of things was that you didn't really feel the pain, since you were living an out-of-body experience. It had started when your squad got on the court, as always, your body slipping out of your mind's control to execute the choreography, the tumbling passes and pyramid beats, and even your injury couldn't jolt you back to reality. Adrenaline was still coursing through your veins, and the hallway was swirling a little. One of your squadmates was standing guard near the bench you sat on, trying not to lie down, and your coach had called an ambulance. You had started debating internally whether falling asleep and risking not waking up was worth it or not when you caught a blue and yellow blur at the periphery of your vision.
A split second later, two strong, callused hands softly cupped your cheeks and you tried to focus on the two worried brown eyes staring at you. It took three long seconds for you to piece it back together—pretty in blue, perfectly winged eyeliner and the hand that held your own when he dragged you from mall to mall—your best friend was here.
You smiled brightly, though you weren't sure if your numbing body had followed the motion since Kise's brows furrowed further.
"Ryōta!" you chimed, your own voice sounding far away. "Is the match over?"
"It's still half-time. They're cleaning your blood off the court."
"Oh," you muttered, nodding in understanding, the movement sending pain flaring through your nerves, kind of bumped out Kise hadn't won yet, because then you would have headed out for celebratory drinks, and you knew you had to talk to him about something, but what? You were sure you had planned to talk…
You heard Kise calling out your name, and the edge of panic to his voice made you realise you’d been zoning out.
"Are you okay?"
As you tried to focus on his gaze and the feeling of his fingers on your cheeks, you caught sight of your squadmate beckoning your coach over.
"I'm perfectly fine," you beamed as you started falling over, the siren of the ambulance blaring painfully in your brain even from behind the stadium glass gates, blue and red lights flashing on your face, and your vision went black.
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Kise could barely focus on the rest of the match.
Of course, it didn't mean he threw it. He blazed across the court in his usual, miracle-curb-stomping-mortals fashion, but he was off, half out of it. Even though the team they were facing was nowhere near a threat to Kaijō, he knew Kasamatsu wouldn't have hesitated to drop kick him into next year were it not for the too-shiny spot near the half court line where you bled out. Okay, maybe there was no need to be dramatic about it but you'd been whisked away by an ambulance and even the cheer coach, who didn't blink at splintered shins and broken arms, had looked worried. Head injuries could be lethal in this sport. You weren't paralyzed or anything, but he remembered the dried blood near your hairline and your unfocused eyes, glazed over with pain and what was probably the beginning of a concussion.
After the game, he put his clothes back on in autopilot mode, wordlessly letting know Coach Takeuchi he was going straight to the hospital and not getting on the team bus.
The receptionist looked at him with downright unwarranted distrust when he told her he was waiting for you, and that you’d suffered a head injury.
“Let me guess: she fell down the stairs?”
Kise didn’t even know what to say to that, mind coming up blank with worry, and so simply went to sit between a sniffling child and a man who seemed fine despite the axe planted in his head. He belatedly remembered to text his manager he was not coming to the shoot after all.
His chest deflated with relief when he saw your coach step back out in the waiting room, with you right behind her, bandages hiding under your bangs. He sprung up, ignoring the eyes of the receptionist burning holes in his back, and waited until your coach had left you near your house before talking to you. The blood trickling from your forehead where you’d split skin had been spectacular but harmless, as you’d only suffered from a little head trauma. The hematoma would disappear in three weeks all on its own. His throat felt choked up with relief and all the unnamed emotions he’d let simmer during all those years.
You arrived in front of your apartment complex, street lights falling on the street walk, splashes of light on the dark pavement. Silence blanketed you while you were trying to muster the courage to talk.
At the same time, you both said:
“I’m sorry.”
Kise blinked. Sorry? About what? What even—why couldn’t he even apologize properly—
“I wasn’t there for you,” you said, feeling your eyelashes brush against your bandages. “I should have tried to help you instead of watching it happen.”
“What—no, no! I—”
Come on, get your shit together, Ryōta.
“I was avoiding you,” he finally admitted. “Because… I can’t be friends with you anymore.”
You were stunned into silence, coming to a halt before the steps leading to the entrance of the apartment complex. For a second, you convinced yourself you’d misheard. That you’d actually suffered a concussion and were hallucinating this whole part. That this wasn’t happening.
“It’s not because I don’t like you!” He scrambled to save the throw, trying to get all his thoughts out faster upon seeing the way you’d reacted. “It’s because I like you…too much.”
Kise bit on his tongue. He was messing this up. He was messing this up so badly. He felt so stupid, where was his casual flirtiness when he needed it, you would never talk to him again—
You silently hugged him tight, something you hadn’t done since middle school, and the air flew out of his lungs like you’d just punched him.
Humiliating tears pricked his eyes and he closed his arms around you, burying his nose in your hair, your game-day shampoo’s scent wrapping around him, and he found the strength to say, so quietly you could have not heard it: “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
Stupid, stupid you to worry about him when you literally split your head open. But it was true, wasn’t it? He didn’t need to be dragged to practice, you’d timidly gone back to hanging out together more often, and he found that he actually liked those Kaijō lunatics (though he still did not appreciate Kasamatsu’s cage fight skills).
“See you tomorrow?”
Kise reluctantly let you out of his arms, and nodded, heart swelling with relief. Relief, relief, relief. You still wanted to talk to him.
“See you tomorrow.”
You turned, but halted, one foot still lifted over the first step. Did your heart hurt? Did he need to call your parents? His hand went fishing for his phone in his pocket, set on dialling your mom’s number, but he went still when you turned again and took one step closer to him, your hand gripping his jacket, and he mindlessly bent down, eyes widening as you got closer and closer until your lips pressed against his.
Every coherent thought disappeared as his brain turned to mush, and he let out an undignified noise as your tongue anxiously, timidly slipped into his mouth. He’d become the embodiment of non-resistance, hands cupping your face as a wave of heat washed over him.
Then, as quickly as you’d started, you stopped and took a step back.
Kise distantly thought he was probably as red as Kagami’s hair, brain rewiring to produce full sentences again.
“See you tomorrow,” you said, with finality this time, smiling softly.
He nodded, watching you go inside.
He’d see you tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after that, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
#knb#knb x reader#kuroko no basket#kuroko's basketball#kuroko no basuke#kise x reader#kise ryota x reader#kise ryota#gom#knb imagines#knb scenarios#knb one-shot#reader scenario#knb fanfic#plot bunny status: out of my head and that's all that matters
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UNwanted Mate (a Bowuigi story)
Here we go! A soulmate AU!
A soul mate is discovered actually after you reach at least 18. Luigi being the younger brother, was so happy when Mario found out Peach was his soul mate. Our little man going off to marry a princess! It made him excited to meet his. He’s not expecting anyone fancy, he is a humble plumber after all. But come to find out his soul mate is also royalty… The ruthless leader, King Bowser!
Luigi was terrified to say the least. He was told to pack his bags and he was immediately escorted to Bowsers castle. Luigi was trying to fight against it, but everyone around him told him he had no choice. Bowser is his soul mate. He was brought to a room that he assumed was Bowsers. It smelled like him. He was fidgeting and pacing around the room just waiting for Bowser to come in and force him into completing the mating process.
But that didn’t happen. People came in and brought him to the dining room for dinner. They brought him back to the room and gave him a change of clothes to shower and sleep in. It was lunch the next day before he even saw Bowser. Luigi was sat in the dining room when Bowser came in. He looked ferocious. But calmly told Luigi that he understands that he’s not the most desirable guy to be mated to so he will give him time. He just asks that they spend time together eating so they could talk and get closer. He later found out that Bowser was sleeping in a guest room. Saying his bed is the most comfortable. They talk and they fall in love without even realizing it. It wasn’t until there was a huge Royal ball and he met up with Mario that he realised he even liked Bowser. Mario and some of the others were bad mouthing Bowser saying they felt sorry for Luigi. Which made him angry. Luigi snapped at all of them saying Bowser is the nicest person he knows and people are just judging him for how he looks. He was out of breath when everyone was silent and Mario pointed him to look behind him. When Luigi turned he saw Bowser looking angry. He grabbed Luigi’s arm and took him to his room. Luigi started to apologize profusely for everyone talking bad about him when he stopped seeing Bowsers hard she’ll melt. Bowser started to cry with a smile and confessed his love for Luigi saying no one has ever said anything nice about him. Without even thinking Luigi went to hug Bowser and when their eyes met they couldn’t stop themselves as they kissed.
After that day they went on an official date. Became an official couple. Started to sleep in the same bed. All around lived happily ever after. Well of course after having a conversation with Mario who apologized to Bowser and Luigi.
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Do you have any lestappen fanfic recommendations? :)
Hello my lovely anon! ❤️
I was unfortunately shit at bookmarking fics when I first started reading Lestappen fics, and I still haven't had time to sit down and read through everything that catches my fancy in the pairing tag on AO3 again so I can do a proper job of bookmarking fics I really enjoyed, and creating a complete fic rec list. But, I am absolutely planning on doing it as soon as I have time at some point next year!
As for right now, I can definitely recommend the fics I have remembered to bookmark while reading/re-reading!
Below you will find some of my absolute favorite Lestappen fics:
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And That's How I Foksmashed Dad's Championship Trophy
Teen And Up Audiences | 6,500 words | Complete
By the legendary queen PrincessElectra (AO3)/@il-predestinato (Tumblr)
Summary:
All of that would have been forgivable if not for the Green-Eyed Monster’s complete disregard for the pre-contracted occupation rights of Max’s lap. Such rights had long been pre-determined and belonged to Sassy (and occasionally to Jimmy, she admitted begrudgingly). However, no amount of quiet hisses and vicious glares seemed to penetrate the creature’s thick skull, and he would greedily occupy Max’s thigh for more than 95% of any given afternoon. Sometimes with his head, sometimes with his feet, and a few times he even straddled his entire body over Max; the latter could not have been comfortable for Max, as the Green-Eyed Monster was enormously overweight compared to Sassy.
(Jimmy had insisted that it was not nice to shame another living creature about their weight, but she was not wrong. With her compact size and considerably more reasonable mass, Sassy was confident that she was much more comfortable for Max to have on his lap than that horrendously oversized creature.)
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Keep to the Line
Mature | 13 696 words | WIP
By the incredible fancastik (AO3)/@nico-di-genova (Tumblr)
Summary:
“Red Bull Racing have announced that Gianpiero Lambiase will not be returning as Max Verstappen’s race engineer for the 2023 season. Taking his place will be Charles Leclerc, former Scuderia Ferrari performance engineer.”
His hands had shook around his phone as he read the announcement, his breath firmly lodged in his throat. Charles has known he had the job since he first sat down across from Christian Horner and accepted the offer, alongside a Red Bull polo, with hands that felt bloodied. But reading it from the official F1 socials is something else entirely. It is real.
“At twenty-five, Leclerc will be the youngest race engineer in Formula One history.”
He had barely managed to get to a trash can before vomiting up his lunch.
Or:
The Engineer!Charles AU no one asked for
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P19
Explicit | 5 619 words | Complete
By the exceptionally talented leafycats (AO3)/@sennaverstappen (Tumblr)
Summary:
“Charles,” it comes out soft, worried, upset. Charles will light himself on fire. He hears Max take a few steps towards him, feels two warm, winning, arms wrap around his fast-breathing chest. He’s still wearing those golden shoes. Max snuggle into his neck. “I’m here for you.”
And Max had won, and he’s winning the season, and he’s P19, and losing this season. And Max is winning, and he’s not even talking about it – choosing to comfort his Charles instead.
Every little thought converges into a single, red-hot one.
He’s going to fuck the pole sitter so hard he’ll be sore tomorrow.
“Max,” he whimpers, trying to find his voice, find his grip, find his footing in this world. Max tightens his grip around his waist. “Yes, angel?” And he can feel Max frown against his nape, soft breath against his earlobe. It turns his body white-hot.
“Get on the fucking bed.”
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The Nights Are Long (But It's Easier Together)
Explicit | 43 759 words | Complete
By the amazing f1writingbyme (AO3)/@f1writingbyme (Tumblr)
Summary:
“Oh, God, what is it?” Max groans. “It’s Mr. Corvetto, right? I knew it. I’m telling you, never move into an apartment next to elderly people. It’s just– Why does she call me? What the hell can I do? Doesn’t she need to call an ambulance or something? Or, I don’t know, her family, or–”
“Max.” Charles interrupts Max’s ranting. He ends the phone call, cutting off Mrs. Corvetto’s panicked yelling with a simple press of his thumb. He stares at the blue-eyed man in front of him. “Your apartment is on fire.”
Or: The fire in his apartment is only the beginning of a long list of misfortunes that await Max. Fortunately, he has Charles by his side to help him through it. That is until Charles is the one that gets targeted.
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you and me, just us (and your teammate sergio)
Teen And Up Audiences | 3 377 words | Complete
By the wonderful averyverse (AO3)/@oscar-fastri (Tumblr)
Summary:
Checo was fully aware of what he’s walking into. Still, he seriously doubts that anyone could have been prepared for the full force of Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc being heads over heels in love with each other and not even trying to hide it.
Or: 5 times Checo thirdwheels Max and Charles + 1 time it's everyone else's turn
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Temptation's Trajectory series
Explicit | 25 009 words | Complete
By the incredible pongsfootxlily (AO3)/@cupidskissx (Tumblr)
This series consists of two equally amazing fics that I've lost count of how many times I've read.
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more than fun, you're the sanctuary
Mature | 21 813 words | Complete
By the wonderful lestalos (AO3)
Summary:
“Because I love you.” He said it like it’s the simplest thing in the world, like it doesn’t crush him to admit it, like it doesn’t scare him that it won’t be reciprocated.
Or, Charles loves Max but he's scared. Max is bold enough for the both of them.
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hii I know it's really specific but maybe something where Melissa and reader are in a relationship (no one knows) and reader is in the band. and teachers are going to the bar where the band is playing and they found out Melissa and reader are together?
and maybe reader sings some cute song about Melissa?
I would love that!! thank you!!
Pointless
Melissa Schemmenti/fem!reader
warnings: fluff and like one curse word
words: 1500+
My requests are open!!
English is not my first language!!
A/N: so im slowly making my way through requests. i change it up a little bit, hope you don't mind. it was a journey writing this one and tbh im not so sure if i like this one but i hope you guys will enjoy it. let me know what you think about this format for fics!
have a good day/night!!💚
The teachers were sitting in the break room and peacefully eating their lunches. Some quiet time is always welcomed in a school full of children but it never lasts.
“Me and Janine were wondering if you want to go out today. It’s Friday and maybe we can do some bonding. What do you think?” Jacob slowly asked Melissa and Barbara. It was the hundredth or so time. Every time failing.
“Can’t today I have something planned already.” Melissa quickly answered. As always.
“We were thinking to go to that new bar in town? They have live music today.” Janine insisted.
“Live music? I will call Gerald and ask what he thinks. I will let you know.” Barbara said and Janine smiled triumphantly.
Now Melissa realized she is fucked. She was going there tonight, you had a gig in that bar, and she promised you she will be there.
“Okay, I will go.” Melissa said, not really happy about it.
“But what about your plans?” Jacob asked smirking.
“I was going there anyway, wanted to listen to that new band. Maybe you won’t be such bad company after work.” And with that, she was out of the break room.
Jacob and Janine let out squeaks of joy as she is walking out.
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You were so excited about tonight. Finally, you landed a gig and your girlfriend will be there to support you. What more could you want?
Your plan for tonight was to play your old song first to warm up and just vibe with the audience. For the last, you were saving the one you wrote about Melissa. She didn’t know anything about that. You wanted to surprise her and see her reaction.
Before the show, you talked to the manager at the bar, and in the corner of your eye, you saw red locks and instantly turned in that direction.
Melissa was here. Sitting at the table in front of the stage. But she wasn’t alone. You knew Barbara and Gerald, you guessed that the other two people were also from her work.
You didn’t know that she would bring someone with her. That’s not like her.
“Melissa is here but I need to go backstage. Why don’t you send her a beer from me? You know her favorite?” You said smiling at him. Turning around you made eye contact with Melissa and send her a wink.
As you were getting ready to start the gig, you felt a wave of nerves washes over you. You had been looking forward to this for so long. But with one look at Melissa, all of your worries vanished. You were so grateful to have her there to support you.
You introduced yourself to the audience and started with the first song. You decided to play some covers and the crowd was loving it. As the night went on, you couldn't help but notice Melissa's smile growing wider with each song.
Now came the time for your surprise.
“Okay guys, I want to share with you my new song called Pointless. I wrote it some time ago about someone very special to me, it’s a surprise. So I hope you like it darling and enjoy!” You said and turned to the piano.
Taking a big breath in you started singing.
I bring her coffee in the morning
She brings me inner peace
I take her out to fancy restaurants
She takes the sadness out of me
I make her cards on her birthday
She makes me a better man
I take her water when she's thirsty
She takes me as I am
I love it when her mind wanders
And she loves it when I stay at home
I know when she's lost and she knows when I feel alone
Melissa watched as you sat at the piano and started playing the notes. Wondering if you wrote it about her or maybe someone else. Not really believing that you did that for her.
According to her, she wasn't a person to write songs about. There was nothing about her, nothing she could think about that stands out.
But when the first notes played and you looked at her she knew. She realized that you looked differently at her, and noticed the things she would never think about.
From all my airs and graces
To the little things I do
Everything is pointless without you
Of all the dreams I'm chasing
There's only one I choose
Everything is pointless without you
You sang the first chorus looking directly at her. You needed to tell her through the song how much she mean to you. How much impact her existence has on your life. You wanted to tell her all of that but you couldn’t find words so you stuck to the song.
Melissa sat at her table staring at you, her heart beating faster every minute. The words of the song hit exactly where they should, and she felt her eyes start to water. Her mind only thinks about how talented you are and what did she do in her past life to deserve so wonderful person like you.
I light the fire when it's cold out
And she lights up the room
I hope that she'll love me forever
She hopes I'll be back soon
I take her out to the movies
She takes away my pain
She is the start of everything
And I'll be there 'til the end
You were scared to sing this song but one look at her was all you needed. You knew it was worth it when you saw her face as you sang. A soft smile graced her face and her eyes were a little teary. It was a risk to put yourself out there like that, but seeing her reaction made it all worth it.
She beamed every chance your gaze locked and you thought that you might not finish the song if she will look this cute smiling and swaying to the music.
I love when she laughs for no reason
And her love's the reason I'm here
She knows when I'm hurt and I know when she's feeling scared
You had never felt so vulnerable singing, often do covers and some of your old songs but this one meant so much to you. You couldn't stop the overwhelming feeling of love that embraced you, thinking about Melissa always took you to this safe place when you weren't scared to be yourself. She brought that out in you. She was your light in the darkness.
From all my airs and grace
To the little things I do
Everything is pointless without you
Of all the dreams I'm chasing
There's only one I choose
Everything is pointless without you
You put all of your feelings in the last chorus. Singing it directly to her. Everything was pointless without her in your life.
The crowd erupted in applause as you finished your song. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, but you couldn't help but smile as Melissa stood up, clapping the loudest.
Her eyes were watery from the tears she let out while you were singing. She felt her jaw hurting from how much she smiled during your performance.
“Thank you so much, guys! You were a wonderful audience! I can’t wait for my next gig with you!” You said at the end smiling widely.
As you walked off stage, you couldn't wait to talk to her and see what she thought of the song. Everything else around you seemed to fade away as you made your way toward her.
You didn't even get to greet her as she launched herself onto you, embracing you in the tightest hug.
“Thank you, thank you so much, honey. I loved every second of your song. Thank you.” She said in your ear not letting you go. “I love you so much. And I’m so proud of you.”
You moved away a little to see her face. Her cheeks flushed from all the feelings and her eyes shone so beautifully. You couldn't stop yourself from kissing her. Transferring all your love in that one kiss.
“I love you more darling. And thank you for coming here it really means everything.” You said your forehead resting on hers. The two of you smiling like idiots to each other.
“Wow, that was really something. Who would have thought?” The voice behind you interrupted your moment. You and Melissa turned around smiling sheepishly, forgetting about the other teachers.
“That was beautiful! I'm really proud of you! And so happy for you both!” Barbara said breaking the silence and embracing you in a hug.
“That's so much to take in but oh my you are so talented! You sound amazing.” She said enthusiastically.
When the drinks were emptied Melissa stood up to get another round and left you with the teachers.
“So” Janine started “your last song. It was about Melissa?” She asked quickly as Melissa was gone from the table.
“Yes it was, it was terrifying to sing it as she never heard it and oh my I'm so glad she liked it!” You said with a smile on your face, grateful for the girlfriend you got. “Being with her is the happiest I have ever been in my life.” You said noticing the pair approaching your table. “She is really something else. And what more can I say, my life would be pointless without her.”
Melissa smiled at you hearing what you just said. She was so grateful for you being in her life. Someone with whom she finally could be fully herself. She never would have thought that she would find someone like you. You were the missing piece in her puzzle that is called life.
Life wasn't pointless anymore. Not when you have each other.
#melissa schemmenti#melissa schemmenti x reader#abbott elementary#lisa ann walter#lisa ann walter x reader#wlw post#wlw fiction#vastill
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a helping hand; mingyu x reader
request: Omg omg omg I just had this scenario in my head where like the reader and Mingyu are co-workers but enemies and do not get along but one day they both take the same subway home and it is unusually crowded and packed and the reader starts to get a bit uncomfortable with so many people and a bit claustrophobic. Mingyu notices it and takes the reader to a corner near the doors and like puts his hand on the wall to support himself while towering himself over her but still maintaining the necessary distance so that she gets some space from the crowd and it's just a very cute moment between them where they don't consider each other enemies for a moment. (requested by anon)
synopsis: your usually bitter coworker becomes your hero during a train ride home
a/n: sorry this one's so short, i have a lot of requests to get through!
warnings: crowds, social anxiety mentions, phobia for dark places
genre: coworker!au
word count: 1.4k
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"Please make a copy of these for me, Y/L/N," Mingyu said coldly as he walked past your desk and slammed a stack of papers down in front of you.
You glared daggers into your coworker's back as he walked away, not even paying attention to the stack of papers cluttering up your workspace. For as long as you had worked for this company, Kim Mingyu has been trying to make your life a living hell. He started just a month before you, but for some reason he had decided to take the role of your personal manager.
"Why can't you do it yourself, Mr. Kim?" you asked loudly, making him stop and turn back to you.
"I'm off on my lunch break, and we need a copy of those papers for our next meeting." He shrugged. "It's only logical that you take care of it."
"I think it would be more logical for you to finish all of your duties before going on break," you snapped back.
"You're a part of this team too, Y/L/N," he said. "We're supposed to work together."
With that, he walked away. You sighed and picked up the papers, making sure that they laid in a straight pile instead of a messy mass as he had left it. It was clear that Mingyu wouldn't be making those copies, and it needed to be done. If you tried to complain, it would likely only backfire, so you walked over to the copy machine and got to work. You couldn't wrap your head around what Kim Mingyu had against you. When you first met he seemed nice, social, and definitely not hard on the eyes - but you would never tell anyone that. He seemed like everyone's dream partner, work partner or otherwise, until he started being an asshole to you every chance he got. It wasn't blatant rudeness, but it was enough for you to notice.
Most of the things he did were just petty; like filling his coffee cup more than he should just so that he could take the last of the coffee from you, or making you run errands for the company by strategically putting himself to work before your supervisor could hand him the task. Because they weren't outright harmful acts, you couldn't complain about it without seeming petty yourself - resulting in you trying to be petty in response.
After your last meeting, you started packing up and making your way home. Both you and Mingyu took the same way home, you even got off at the same train stop. Every day you would be a few steps ahead of him. You had the habit of putting on joggers after your day at the office, finding that bringing an extra pair of shoes was worth it for the walk to the train. Mingyu stayed in his rather uncomfortable, but fancy, shoes, so despite his long legs he never caught up to you.
When waiting at the platform, you stood a few meters away from each other but close enough to get through the same train door. You did this in order to not have to talk to each other, but you also didn't seem like you were avoiding each other. Avoiding one another was strictly childish behavior, and neither of you would sink to that level.
Today was different, as the station was more crowded than usual. You ended up standing shoulder to shoulder with your coworker, but the loud surroundings made it impossible to talk - which made you eternally grateful. The big crowd made you incredibly anxious, you had never been good with being surrounded by a large group of people. It was similar to feeling wet food in the sink, or the feeling you got when the elevator takes a few seconds longer to open. Dread filled your nerves, and you wanted nothing more than for the train to arrive so that you could get home. You started fiddling with anything you could; your finger nails, the ring on your right hand, the hem of your shirt, anything. The fidgeting alerted your coworker, who wasn't pleased with the situation but in a way that was annoyed rather than anxious.
As the train arrived, most people on the station started getting on. You considered taking the next train, because maybe there would be fewer people on that one, but you couldn't. Being so close to the entrance, both you and Mingyu were pushed through the door by the sheer force of the crowd. At this point you were on the verge of tears, starting to become overwhelmed with the amount of bodies surrounding you. Pressed up against everyone around you, you could do nothing but follow the stream of people onto the train. Your skin was tingling, like the feeling of an itchy sweater, and sweat started building up under your collar. Everything was too loud, and everyone was too close.
Once inside, it didn't get any better. You felt someone grab at your arm, and when you looked to your side you saw Mingyu again. He was pulling you through the crowded train. All the seats were taken, but he managed to find an empty corner which he guided you to. He put his hand on your back and urged you to stand in the empty area. When you were in place, he stood in front of you like a shield. With him towering in front of you, you couldn't see anybody, and more importantly you weren't surrounded by the masses. You looked up at him and mouthed a "thank you", and he responded with a knowing nod before he turned his head to look out through the window. You took the opportunity to study his face for a moment. It was something you had only done briefly right as you had met him. Now that you were looking at him so up-close, you noticed that his furrowed brow was more out of concern than frustration - and that even with that slight frown his lips looked incredibly soft and delicate. Kim Mingyu, your unofficially sworn work-enemy, might actually be worried about you. If it weren’t for the fact that you were the underdog in the situation, you would’ve definitely poked fun at him.
The two of you stood in silence, you didn't even have the courage to take your headphones out from your pocket. For whatever reason, it felt like if you moved an inch, it would end in catastrophe. The moving train was enough to make you cautious. There was nothing for you to hold onto, so you had to focus all your willpower on making sure you could stand on your own two feet. However, the train didn't appreciate your attempts at keeping your normal work-relationships after this ride, as it shook when running something over on the track. The shaking itself was enough to make you stumble. If it had only stopped at that, you would've been fine. Life found it's way to make you miserable, though. The train came to a halting stop, which sent you flying into Mingyu's chest. He held you by the waist with one hand, holding onto a railing with the other.
"There has been an accident on the rails, please be patient as we solve the issue," a voice said over the intercoms.
A few groans could be heard around the train cart. Some people had fallen. Due to the massive amounts of people, most couldn't hold onto something to keep themselves steady. You, however, did. Your arms were still wrapped around mingyu, your face pushed against his chest.
"I am so sorry-" You tried to get away from him but then the light flickered.
Mingyu's grip on you tightened as the lights turned off. Your ear was still against his chest, and you could hear his heart beating a mile a minute. He was scared of the dark. In any other situation, you would've teased him for it but now it wasn't the time. You decided against bullying him, since he had helped you while getting on the train. Instead, you let him hold you without saying a word. His strong arms held you tightly, and you could feel his hand shaking as he kept it on your back. There was a low murmur throughout the train, as people talked about what could've possibly happened, but the two of you stayed quiet. Mingyu was practically frozen, only relaxing his muscles once a voice started speaking over the intercoms and the lights flickered back on again.
"We are happy to say that no one was injured in the accident," the voice over the intercoms said. "The train will start moving again shortly. Thank you for your patience."
Mingyu let go of your waist and cleared his throat, looking away from you as you did the same.
The next day at work you first saw Mingyu when he walked into the morning meeting. He looked tired, as if he had already been here for a while despite it being so early in the morning.
"Excuse my late arrival," he said as he sat down. "I was busy copying up the new schedules and the copy machine was down."
Making copies. A job he would usually settle you with, specifically when you had just sat down in the meeting. Mingyu handed you a new schedule, your fingers brushing against each other. When you looked up at him he gave you a soft smile. This was new...
Neither of you said anything about the day before. There was nothing to say. You had taken the train together, then walked your separate ways home, but for some reason everything had slightly shifted. He was still an ass to you, but from time to time he would do something unexpected. Something had changed, and you definitely didn't mind.
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Frat Aaron hotchner x reader in university head cannon/thoughts.
This isn't edited but just my favourite au atm that had just grown in my head lol.
💞 These are just some late night thoughts on dating frat aaron. Full disclosure I'm from the UK and we don't have frats over here so it's going to be not very accurate lol. Also this is in university idk if frats are just college though.
✨ You are opposites hes cocky amd as extroverted as they come, you hear his friend group before you see them. His house throws the parties that are talked about for weeks after.
💞 While you're not shy persea you're introverted, keep to yourself and have a couple close friends.
✨ He goes after you, deff flirts constantly and in the words of the Barbie movie he only has a good day when you notice him. He lives for the roll of your eyes after the cheesiest thing leaves his mouth.
💞 You think he's just doing it to get a reaction, knowing the reputation of his frat house. How can someone with the possibility of having anyone on campus be serious about you.
✨ Tonight he'll be hosting a toga party. Letting his abs distract from the little effort he put into his outfit, winning bear pong with the biggest decision being debated in his mind will be which of the practical models he'll pick.
💞 While you have been practically giddy about picking up pastries on your way home, changing into the confident ( and likely oldest) pyjamas in your closet and bundling yourself in your bed. Watching movies that give you nostalgia to the max and eating pastries out of the box.
✨ He couldn't want you, could he?
💞 Obviously he does, you're a self deprivation idiot, that man would watch you paint a wall. Even an ugly colour
✨ Dating him would include so many Snapchats, not to text but because he is sending you pictures constantly, that man thinks he's hilarious. Does it make you smile and giggle? Ofcourse it does.
💞 This picture is exactly what he'd send you when he's at a fancy (insert American university sport) dinner
✨ He's bored and thinking of you always, that man is so whipped it isn't even funny.
💞 A lot of studying together, he's in a pretty full on course afterall. You both encourage eachother and push eachother to do better.
✨And ofcourse after one does well there's rewards.
💞 He loves how you'll put him in his place, he knows he can get carried away and you ground him in the best way.
✨That man can't cook, his frat house comes with meals supplied so why would he?. He didn't think home cooked meals where something he particularly cared about until you two started hanging out together more and he starting coming over to your house, or when you'd have lunch together and he'd see your packed lunch.
💞 At the start he'd hover over you while you cooked but slowly he'd help little by little until he even cooks something for you ( is it burned? Yes. Do you lov it? Ofcourse)
✨ You conveniently always made "too much" or "couldn't finish" your lunch and ofcourse h d finish it for you.
✨💞 I have many more thoughts so if anyone would like to chat about this my inbox is very open, I'm kinda in love with frat boy aaron lol💞✨
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