#butter and just. fucking ew
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I drink appie jooce and walk in a circle I am the epitome of well adjusted 👍
#the klock keeps ticking#though ive realized why i stopped eating pb sandwiches#i hate those fucking things ew#peanut butter is just the worst sensory experience its like eating half dry glue
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slip up — gojo satoru x f!reader
satoru is a good dad, a great one even, but every great dad has a great slip up.
your husband’s happened when he was preparing a dinner surprise for you. he had his little missy help him out through the process, and everything was going according to plan until the batch of fresh cookie batter fell from his hands.
“oh fuck!” he had said, in panic, and scrambled to sweep them off the floor.
his little girl was standing there the whole time, staring at her papa. he quickly looks at her, “don’t say what papa said, okay? it’s a bad word.”
she frowned lightly, “then why did you say it, papa?”
“because—,” he took a deep breath, “papa made a mistake, but you have to be better than papa, please?”
your husband was worried the little devil wouldn’t let it slide and would hold it against him like she did with many other things; fortunately for him, though, she simply narrowed her eyes at him then quickly smiled with a nod, “okay!”
with a grin, he pulled her into his arms, “that’s papa’s girl!”
and so it was put behind them, never to be talked about. unbeknownst to your husband, however, the little girl has been practicing the word before she slept, muttering small little ‘fuck’s over and over again.
it was simple knowledge, only to be used in the far future, but how far?
anyway.
you guys are now on a family grocery trip, and your little daughter is more than ecstatic. she is running through the aisles, pointing and gaping at every product she sees—with occasional ew’s over others.
it was a fun time, but you had to actually get some of the necessities.
so you and satoru agreed to split up to make the search faster, and that’s why he and his little girl are roaming the store together.
d/n is seated comfortably in the cart as satoru pushes it, “okay, so mama said we need chicken strip, nuggets, milk, and butter—"
"yum!"
"—and frozen vegetables and peas.”
“ew.”
satoru nods, "ew, indeed," before planting a kiss on her cheek. "you really are my daughter!"
“yay!” she giggles, and politely asks to be picked up. the dramatic girl squeals until her feet touch the ground, and she bolts into the section of the frozen food. she points up, excited, “papa, there!”
your husband grins, “that’s right, smart girl!” he pats her head, and reaches for two bags of frozen vegetables, but, unfortunately, one slips out of his hand, “oh god—“
he bends down to pick it up, but he notices his daughter frowning at him, “what’s up, d/n?”
“papa, what the fuck.”
satoru’s eyes widen instantly as he gently holds her by the shoulders, “d-d/n, don’t say that,” he sweat-drops, “mama will get mad—“
“mad at what?” you smile at your family, finally back with your share of groceries.
your husband nervously chuckles, picking your little girl up and rocking her gently in his arms, “oh nothing! she was just playing with the bags, right, sweetie?”
d/n points at the bag on the ground, “papa dropped the fucking peas.”
the smile on your face tightens, “he did; didn’t he?” you step closer, and your husband freezes in place. you look sweetly at your daughter, “d/n, where did you hear that word?”
she tilted her head lightly, “which one?”
you’re gripping your husband’s hand tightly, preventing him from escaping. he will be facing your wrath today whether he likes it not. you hum, applying more pressure on his fingers and responding to your daughter, “the one that starts with the letter f, honey.”
she beams, “oh! I heard papa say it before!”
“really now?” your grip tightens and satoru swears that might pee himself right then and there. he also is fighting the need to scream. so you, for a moment, divert your attention to glare at him so he can compose himself.
and everyone knows that gojo satoru is a man weak, very weak, when it comes to his wife.
you look back at your daughter, “but seriously, don’t say that word again; it’s a bad word,” you pat her head, “good big girls don’t say bad words, right?”
she looks down at her feet and fidgets with her fingers, “yeah…but papa is big too!”
you pull your husband beside you, hand sliding around his waist, gripping him tightly, “papa can be a bad boy sometimes, but you are a good big girl,” you smile, “so you can do much better!”
you let go of your husband to hug your daughter, “promise me you won’t say it,” you stick your pinky finger out, and your daughter happily seals the deal.
“I promise, mama!”
"good girl; now, can you go to that nice lady and ask her where the tissues are?" you say as you plant a kiss on her cheek.
your little girl salutes you and immediately runs towards the woman, leaving you to deal with your other baby. you stand up to look at satoru. he takes a breath, “babe, you see—“
“you better pick your words correctly, ‘toru.”
he deflates and dejectedly wraps his arms around you, “I am sorry,” he grumbles, “I did tell her that it was a bad word though! I promise!”
you sigh and cup his face, “I know, I know, but you have to control your vocab around her as much as possible,” you turn your head to the cart full of a variety of candy. you frown, “why the fuck did you get so much candy, though? you know she would try to eat them all day—“
you hear a tiny gasp, “mama said a bad word!”
then you hear your husband using a high-pitched voice to mock you, “’ but you have to control your vocab around her as much as possible’.”
you stare at the both of them, before smiling, “both of you are grounded.”
“what?!”
satoru pouts, “you can’t ground me! I am your husband!”
“grounded,” you repeat, emphasizing each syllable.
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HEAR ME OUT!
nicks has a girl best friend and they are super affectionate with each other (hugs, "cuddling" on the couch, etc.) and later on her and chris start dating and thats how chris knows she loves affection and is super lovey dovey. nick comments about chris stealing his girl and funny things like that. something super fluffy and cute. please and thanks <3
xoxo
thank you sm for requests love <33
if you want me to rewrite it, just lmk bae!!
affection.
warnings: none
to my bff: @leah-loves-lilies
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y/n snuggled into nick, pushing her head into his side and wrapping her legs around one of his, she wrapped her arms around his torso. nick chuckles as he wraps his arms around the girl currently cuddling into him.
he slides down the couch some to get a better hold on her and to get a bit more comfy from his previous sitting position.
y/n hummed in content and mumbled the the lyrics of an audio playing on nicks phone as she watched.
chris looked at them, from the kitchen he stared at how y/n cuddled into nick like a sloth, looking awfully comfortable just hugging his brother and mumbling words.
* • •
y/n hugged nick, maneuvering her arms under his and situating herself so she was somewhat standing between his legs but also infront of him as she hugged him.
pressing her cheek into him he put his hand on her back and rubbed, before going back to buttering his toast as they stood in the kitchen, simply hugging and enjoying one anothers presence, even if they weren’t talking as long as one was touching the other, even if in a small way like hand holding, leg brushing even the smallest touch made them happy.
nick rested his chin ontop of y/ns head, humming lyrics to himself, before patting y/ns back and mumbling “I have to move, y/n.”
y/n groaned but unlatched herself from him and moved to the counter behind them, leaning into it slightly, watching her bestfriend prepare a meal for himself.
chris was sat in a chair by the dinner table, watching the whole interaction go down.
his bottom lip fed inbetween his teeth, thinking about how y/n was so touchy with nick all the time and how she was almost never seen not touching nick.
it was very clear physical touch was her love language, but what would it take for her to touch him as much as she did nick.
hell, for all he knew she might’ve just liked touching nick and no one else, shes never held or cuddled into chris as often as she did with her bestfriend, nick, I mean, they were all bestfriends just y/n tended to touch nick more than the other two boys.
surely she hugged and occasionally cuddled matt or chris, but as chris let his thoughts wonder, he couldnt help but think about how much he fucking adored her, the way her eyes lit up when she smiled, how gentle she was, the way her hands gently grazed alongst someones (nicks) skin when they werent cuddling of some sort. she just always had to be touching someone, more nick than anyone else.
sometimes he likes to think its because nick accepts the affection every single time, and so shes learned that she can always go to him. and since that shes never tested the waters with chris — chris loved, loved physical touch. he liked touching people in ways to remind them he loved them, in a sense when he touched people it was some sort of comfort overtaking his senses knowing that they knew he loved them.
as chris’ thoughts wondered on and on, he couldnt help but ask “hey y/n, you always touch nick and tell him you love him so very often, but you almost never touch matt and i, why is that?”
y/n turned to look at chris, her lips twitching as she thought of what to say. “dunno, just like touching him. I guess ive never thought about touching- ew, I hate saying it like that. makes it sound weird, all like ‘im gonna touch you’” she giggled, before collecting herself from her soon to be rant. “ive just never thought about cuddling you and matt, ya know? never crossed my mind.”
chris hummed in response, letting his mind wander with what she had just said.
maybe he should start initiating affection aswell?
* • •
it was no doubt that chris had a crush on y/n, and y/n always noticed the stolen glances, the looks on her lips being far too long for friendly, the way his cheeks heated up when he saw or came into the same room as her.
y/n also liked him, she just hadnt noticed how much she made it obvious, but neither did chris so maybe they had it in common?
* • •
over the course of the few days chris and y/n became increasingly closer and closer, but their friendship ended one night, and something else bloomed.
chris mumbled something into the side of y/ns head, his words too muffled for y/n to understand.
she moved her head off his shoulder, loosening her arms from around his body.
“what?” she asked quietly, trying not to disturb the calm and quiet atmosphere they were currently in.
the soft sounds from the tv playing in the background, the lights off but red leds lighting the room.
“I said,” he took in a breath before continuing, “can I be your boyfriend please?” his voice suddenly got quiet, his eyes darting over y/ns face, looking for signs if she was confused, disgusted, concerned or any of the sort, but none present, only a growing grin on her face.
she fully removed herself off his body as joy was slowly but surely overtaking her emotions.
“yes! yes! yes!” she spoke, her hands coming to the sides of his face to pepper kisses all over it, not just his lips but everywhere else aswell.
chris’ stomach swelled with butterflies as he felt her soft kisses all over his face, the feeling of her soft lips on his skin and the words of approval making him grin aswell.
she pressed one last kiss on the tip of his nose before mumbling sweet nothings while moving back to his arms.
• • •
y/n stared at the two boys, nick and chris, currently sitting on the couch on their phones.
she debated on who she should sit and cuddle with, I already cuddled nick this morning. she thought to herself before finally taking in a breath and moving to crawl onto chris.
chris was laying on his back, leaving little space between him and the couch cushions, y/n absolutely loved sitting/laying in the small spots of the couches, because she knew she had better access to the person she was currently sitting with.
she crawled into the little space, moving onto her side and wrapping one arm under and around chris while her legs tangled in his and her head laid on his chest.
she moved slightly so now her belly was slightly ontop of chris’ hip. finding this position comfier she sighed and closed her eyes.
nick sat up, his phone at his side as he stared at the two. his mouth dropping and eyes widening.
“damn bro, you really stole my girl.” nick scoffed, looking at chris, watching as his arm came around to y/ns back, rubbing it, giving y/n all the more comfort.
“shut up, you had her all morninggg” chris groaned, dragging out the ‘g’ for dramatics.
“yeah, well, shes been my girl for months, shes only been yours for a week now.” nick crossed his arms, adding onto the fake/play arguing.
“shhh, im trying to sleep.” y/n mumbled, hushing them, before nuzzling her face further into chris side.
chris looked at nick and gave him a teasing look.
chris was so, so grateful nick was always so accepting of y/ns touches and her words consisting of endless compliments, “I love you”’s, and overall unintentionally showing chris just how much y/n loved showing her love to others.
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PALENTINES -
[ ot7 x reader ]
SINGLE LADIES 😁🔥
8 participants - 8 online
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tae: gave my gf an hour long whimpering audio for valentines day
namjoon: you make me sick
jimin: this definitely counts as harassment
jk: yoongi got me a plastic fork
yoongi: yw
y/n: the audio was 5 minutes long????
tae: ok but i sent it to you 20 times
do the math????
jin: you sat there and whimpered into ur phone for 5 minutes that’s crazy
don’t you feel any shame??
tae: why would i feel shame?
it’s called being in love jin
you should try it sometime
jimin: it’s called harassment
hobi: ew man
jk: free asmr :D
jin: it’s gonna be free tae from jail soon
tae: no it won’t
jimin: ur right when you get locked up no one’s gonna want you free
hobi: KEEP TAE IN JAIL 🗣️💯
jk: personally i would want tae free
jimin: personally ur not real so it doesn’t matter what you want
jk: :ᗡ
hobi: ew how the hell did you flip it
i hate that
ew
jk: :ᗡ
hobi: HOW DID YOU DO THAT
jk: :ᗡ
hobi: STOP GO AWAY I HATE IT
namjoon: yoongi got jungkook a present this year?
yoongi: not by choice
y/n: it was by choice
hobi: it was a plastic fork
yoongi: a plastic fork not given by choice
y/n: yoongi
yoongi: no
y/n: please
yoongi: no
y/n: pretty please :3
yoongi: it was by choice
y/n: see told you!
yoongi: don’t understand why we have to buy each other shit on this holiday anyways
i like ONE of you not all of you
tae: am i the one you like be honest
yoongi: bye
y/n: it’s our silly little tradition don’t be a loser yoongi
yoongi: whatever
jin: ok anyways who ordered me a fucking marching band???
jk: idk but did you like it??
y/n: gonna take a wild guess and say it was jungkook
namjoon: i thought you have his card how did he order that??
y/n: he has apple pay now i can’t stop him 😕
hobi: wait no fair
jin did NOT deserve a marching band all he got me was his butter photocard???
jimin: he got me that too….
jk: OMG ME TOO >_<
tae: i don’t feel special anymore
namjoon: really jin?
y/n: mine was signed!!
yoongi: cheap
jin: you literally got kook a plastic fork?
yoongi: he loves it
jungkook tell him you love it
jk: i love it
yoongi: see
jin: whatever don’t care
jimin: namjoon got me a fucking book
jin: lol that’s crazy cuz you can’t read
jk: i’m sorry to hear you can’t read jimin hope you can soon :/
namjoon: i put a lot of thought into the book i got you
jin: that’s cute but he can’t read so
jk: i wish i was a book
tae: if you’re a book does that make you a tree?
jk: guys
y/n: no jungkook
jk: oh ok
jimin: i CAN read btw
yoongi: don’t care
jin: sounds like fake news
jk: omg wow ur a fast learner jimin you can read now!!!
jimin: ur talking way too much today
you should stop
jk: is he talking to me????
hobi: y/n got me a holiday to australia
i’m not gonna go cuz like bugs
but that was really nice
y/n: you’re welcome!!!!
tae: k but i got sex
y/n deleted this message!
tae: 😕
silencing me like they did MLK
jimin: what
jk: milk
hobi: did you just compare urself to mlk?
jin: yeah never say that again
tae: why not?? it’s true
yoongi: you are nothing like mlk
jk: tae ur not milk
namjoon: taehyung do not compare yourself to martin luther king ever again please and thank you
jk: or milk
y/n: and in black history month too…
tae: you don’t understand me or him
y/n: yeah ok
back to gifts
joon got me some really pretty flowers
jimin: boringggggggg he does that every year
jk: namjoon got me wood
hobi: ?
namjoon: statue
it’s a wooden statue thing
not just wood
tae: joon giving other boys wood for valentines ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️
u wanna know who i gave MY wood too
y/n deleted this message!
namjoon: tae shut up
jin: saw that
tae: i’m just like mlk i’m telling you man
y/n: stop
tae: sorry
jimin: hobi got me shoes
hobi: i did
jk: hobi got me cheese
hobi: expensive cheese
y/n: i took yoongi to those cute photo booth things
yoongi: they didn’t need to know that
y/n: yes they did
we are sharing what we got each other
read the room yoongi
jimin: yeah yoongi read the room
tae: how tf u read a room??!
a room not a book ☠️☠️
u guys dumb as hell
jin: you not knowing what reading a room means makes a lot of sense actually
jk: send photobooth pics ^0^
bet u looked so cute
not you yoongi
y/n
her
not yoongi
i’m talking to y/n NOT you yoongi btw
yoongi: shut up
and no
you’ll never see those photos
jk: ☹️
hobi: so what did yoongi get y/n??
yoongi: don’t worry
tae: personally i’m worried
jk: me 2 guys yoongi is really scary
what if he killed her
y/n: ?
jin: i want to blow jungkook up
jk: i’m no ballon 😭
jimin: probably fucked for valentines let’s be real
tae: well that’s obviously NOT true lmao 😜 ☠️
yoongi: why is that “obviously” not true
we could of
tae: you didn’t
yoongi: and you know how?
tae: cuz i just know
yoongi: yeah ok
we could of for all you know
on the actual day too
tae: you weren’t even with her on valentine’s day
yoongi: and you were?
y/n: he wasn’t
tae: ok
but i could of been
yoongi: but clearly you weren’t
tae: neither were you
namjoon: both of you stop
tae: idk why yoongi acts all high a mighty
especially when it comes to her
y/n: ok that’s crazy
how about you don’t talk about me like i’m not here!
yoongi: idk why taehyung acts like he has a chance lmao
jk: guys
tae: that’s actually crazy
you’d be fucking surprised yoongi!!!!
yoongi: what’s that supposed to mean?
tae: what do you think it means?
tell me yoongi
guess
i’ll tell you if you’re right or not
yoongi: shut the fuck up
tae: or what?
hobi: why this kinda sexualllll
jimin: like 😭😭😭😭
y/n: LMAO STOP
jin: arguing over pussy that belongs to neither of them is crazy i’m just saying
jk: pussy \ ^0^ /
namjoon: how about we all stop arguing and move back to talking about the gifts we got eachother !!
hobi: jungkook got me a ballon
jk: yeah
do you love it
hobi: sure
jk: ^_^
jimin: personally i think hobi’s lying to you kook
jk: WHAT
jimin: i think he hates his ballon actually
jk: hobi pls say he’s lying
hobi: he’s lying
you see it may seem that way because on the outside im a very chill and nonchalant man
y/n: that is not true actually!
hobi: but on inside i am actually very chalant
EXTREMELY chalant no joke
so basically inside im going fucking crazy over the ballon jungkook gave me but it just doesn’t seem like that cuz im a chill guy
jk: but inside ur chalant
hobi: exactly
jk: jimin why would you lie to me
jimin: ur easy to lie to
jk: no im not
jimin: namjoon died in a car crash 24 hours ago
jk: NO NAMJOON OHHMYGOD NAMJOON NO
namjoon: i am not dead
jk: oh
y/n: how did you fall for that
namjoon cant even drive
jk: oh yeah
lol namjoon cant drive guys
namjoon: ok we all know
hobi: so what did you guys actually do on valentine’s day
jk: minecraft but then it got too scary so i played valorant instead
jimin: idk what any of that means but ok
i personally watched movies with joon
namjoon: yeah
i dropped by kook’s and y/n’s place first tho to give my gifts and stuff
hobi: where was my movie invite?????
jimin: we did call you
you were like high as hell
hobi: oh
wow
how real of me
jin: i cooked steak
jimin: for urself?
typical
jin: kys
no
for me and y/n actually
y/n: …
jin: my fault
yoongi: what
tae: oh
jk: SHE SAID SHE WAS BUSY
TTAHSTNOT FAIIROGJKFNKLDVLKFNKLFHKLNNDKVHNFKVNKLGNGR UFHDFHDKJ GHDKLNGFKLNGFG FHJDJHHGR DHGGRHBDNBF JGHKJGHGR
hobi: ????????????????????
namjoon: cool
jimin: jin???? out of everyone JIN??????
why would you fuck jin
jk: WHATR OHMYGOF WHAT?????? SHUT UP
jimin: on valentine’s day too…..
even fucking ME would make more sense than jin right now
jin: tf is that supposed to mean?
jimin: i said what i said lmao
tae: she cant of fucked jin
cuz she’s fucking me
yoongi: LMAOOOO
u really think your special dont you
thats crazy
jk: WHYIS EVERYONEFUCKING MY GIRLFRIENDOHMGYOJFDJFDKJDSDB
hobi: i dont get it even if she was fucking tae why couldn’t she fucked jin too?
y/n: i am like right here you know
tae: because me and her are serious
yoongi: serious???
you are just a rebound
tae: yoongi i think you’re just upset she didn’t come to you first after the whole jaehyun thing
yoongi: i’m glad she didn’t actually because now i know for sure i’m not rebound
you are
tae: shut the fuck up
yoongi: why? you getting upset?
idk why you’re acting like the victim here when you’re using her for the same thing
hobi: woah??
jimin: cap taehyung bitchless
yoongi: it’s time you stop using y/n to get over jennie and grow some fucking balls
jin: hold on
jimin: WAITTTTTTTT
hobi: SHUT FUCKING DOWN FR????
jk: imgonnapassout
y/n: oh
namjoon: yoongi
tae: i am not using y/n to get over jennie and you know that
hobi: wait ur fr??? taejennie was fr??
LIKE ACTUALLY?? OHMYGIDTHISISREAL??
yoongi: i know that? thats crazy how could i know that??
you didn’t even tell us about jennie
for over 3 months you were with her and you didn’t tell us
and then those photos of you and her were leaked and you were all depressed for ”no reason”
and now all of a sudden your obsession with y/n?
yeah you’re not using her you’re right i’m just fucking stupid aren’t i?
jimin: holy shit man
tae: i am not using her
yoongi: so why is yeontan with jennie right now?
y/n: tae you told me he was with you parents?
tae: yeah
but
i didn’t tell you that because im using you or anything i just said that because i didn’t want to cause any problems
y/n: you lied to me
for no reason
if you told me the truth it would of been fine
tae: i know
y/n: so when i came over
were you planing on sleeping with me anyways?
were you mad at yourself for calling jennie and leaving yeontan with her?
did you use me to help forget about it?
tae: did you use me to help get over jaehyun?
y/n: no
i can tell you that in full confidence no
now answer my question
tae: you know i would never do that to you
y/n: its a yes or no question taehyung
tae: i would never do that to you
yoongi: yes or no you asshole
tae: shut the fuck up
yoongi: answer her question
tae: leave me the fuck alone
tae left “SINGLE LADIES😁🔥”
jk: wow
y/n: didn’t sleep with jin btw
jk: ohthankgod
y/n: did sleep with tae once
we are NOT serious
jk: double ohthankgod
wait
y/n: and now i am going to sleep
jungkook come cuddle
gn all
jk: ON MY WAY OHMYGOD IM ON MY WAY
gn
jimin: good night …
hobi: nite!!
yoongi: gn
jin: goodnight
namjoon: gn
DOWNBAD😭🫵🏻 #2 (minus tae)
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namjoon: yoongi that wasn’t fair
yoongi: i know
but she deserved to know
and he wasn’t gonna tell her any time soon
hobi: YOU AND NAMJOON KNEW THIS TAEJENNIE WAS REAL THIS WHOLE TIME????
yoongi: i just found out
namjoon knew longer
namjoon: not that long
jimin: ok but how do you know tae is using her fr?
yoongi: it’s not hard to connect the dots
jin: still you could be wrong
yoongi: well he didn’t deny it did he?
jimin: to me it looked like he didn’t know if he was using her or not
yoongi: well he needs to figure that out soon it’s not fair to her
or him ig
but mainly her.
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hate this don’t care about anything bring back yellow….
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A Sweet Boy Like Me
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: when Peter gets hit with a truth serum on a mission, he tells you more then he means to
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“FRIDAY, what’s the status on the jet?” You asked out loud as you ate your cereal. A minor cold had benched you while the rest of the Avengers went on a mission in the Amazon. You’d been by yourself for nearly a week now and were needing some company.
“The jet should be touching down on the landing pad any minute.” FRIDAY answered you.
“Thank you.” You called back. You finished the rest of your breakfast and by the time you put your bowl in the sink with the rest of your dirty dishes, you heard footsteps in the main entrance. You tried to hide your excitement as you went out to greet the team. You saw all the Avengers standing in the middle of the room looking utterly exhausted except for Peter, who had a huge smile on his face.
“Hey guys. How was the mission?”
“Great rack. Truly immaculate rack.” Peter said and gave you a double thumbs up.
“Oh. What?” You smiled awkwardly and looked at Tony for an explanation. The team looked at each other, no one wanting to be the person that told you what happened. You frowned and folded your arms, looking at each of them until they caved.
“Okay, fine. I’ll tell her.” Tony sighed. “Long story short, Peter got drugged.”
“What?” You gasped and looked at Peter again.
“I have a stinky in my brown hole.” He told you.
“He’s got a what in his what?” You asked the team.
“He has to shit. It’s all he’s been talking about for the 4 hour plane ride back here.” Sam groaned and went to take a seat on the couch.
“Oh my god. Ew. Brown hole?” You looked at Peter in disgust.
“Yessir.” Peter smiled and gave you another double thumbs up.
“Why is it brown? And wait, hold on, why is he on drugs?” You asked again.
“He got hit with a tranquilizer. In the neck.” Steve told you.
“See?” Peter smiled proudly and turned his head to the side. On his neck, you could see a massive red bump that looked like it was about to explode.
“JESUS FUCKING-“ You screamed but everyone on the team quickly motioned for you to stop.
“I mean, it doesn’t look that bad.” You quickly lied.
“Thank you. That’s what I said.” Peter laughed and touched his neck bump. It jiggled under his finger and you turned to the side to gag a little.
“My neck grew a boob.” Peter laughed and poked it again. You covered your mouth with your hand and looked to Tony for answers.
“How did he get drugged exactly?” You asked.
“Well long story short-“
“No. Enough with the long story short. I need to know how this happened. Give me the long story long.”
“I’ll give you the long.” Peter said and looked directly at you. You gave him a strange look as he attempted to wink at you. He ended up using both eyes and just gave you a slow blink.
“Oh my God.” You grimaced and looked away from him.
“Yeah, about that. When he wasn’t talking about having to poop, he spent the last four hours telling me he wanted to put you in 70 positions for 7 minutes.” Shang Chi told you.
“What? Do you mean 7 positions for 70 minutes?” You laughed and eyed Peter curiously.
“No. 70 positions in 7 minutes.” Peter clarified.
“But that’s like…10 positions every minute. That’s not even possible.” You said to Peter.
“Everything is possible when you’re a sweet boy like me.” Peter smiled and did a little spin.
“I’m sorry, what?” You asked the team as you pointed to Peter.
“Friendly reminder that I still have to poop. Just hoping we can circle back to that soon.” Peter announced and moved his hand in a circular motion.
“Go poop. I need to talk to Mr. Stark.” You told him.
“Okay baby.” Peter smiled sweetly at you.
“Don’t call me baby.”
“Okay honey.”
“Don’t call me that either.”
“Okay princess butter buns.”
“Oh my God. That one was just…I don’t even know how to describe that one. Just stop talking and go poop.” You sighed and covered your face with your hands.
“Okay!” Peter clapped his hands before running to the bathroom.
“So what happened?” You asked the team once Peter was gone.
“Long story short-“ Tony began.
“Don’t.” You pointed at him.
“Right. Sorry. Basically, the mission was going super well and we were almost done but then Peter decided he needed to fart while we were in this metal kind of room and it smelled horrible so naturally we both start coughing and gagging, meanwhile the sound of the fart is still echoing off the walls of the metal room. They guards caught him and I about to pass out from his truly lethal fart so we started to run away but they shot him in the neck with a tranquilizer dart. Now he’s cracked out and probably leaving skid marks in one of my toilets.” Tony told you. You were stunned to silence as you mentally pictured everything Tony had just described. You looked behind you at the bathroom that Peter was in before looking back at the team.
“I kinda wish I just left it at the short version.” You admitted.
“As do I.” Tony sighed.
“So wait, what was he talking about on the jet? Other than having to shit, at least. He wants to do what with me?”
“Well it’s no secret that the boy wonder has romantical feelings for you. I think whatever was in the tranquilizer dart loosened him up and now he’s saying everything on his mind. No filter.” Tony explained.
“So basically…” You trailed off as you put it together.
“He wants to fuck.” Tony said, unamused. “I had to listen to him tell me he wanted to fuck you for four hours. In row. My only break from that being when he told me he was about to shit his pants.”
“This is my fault. I saw him drinking regular milk this morning and didn’t stop him. He said he’s be fine.” You chewed your bottom lip and looked at the bathroom that Peter was in.
“Clearly he wasn’t. Because whatever came out of his ass back there on that mission smelled like the inside of a mongoose.” Tony sighed and rubbed his eyes.
“That was a really specific animal to say.” You frowned.
“Mongoose are opportunistic feeders. They eat everything from plants to small birds. Therefore, I imagine their insides smell really bad.” Tony shrugged as he explained his choices.
“How do you know so much about mongooses?” You asked him. “I don’t even know what they look like.”
“That’s so true. What the fuck is a mongoose?” Sam asked the team.
“They’re in the weasel family.” Bruce explained.
“So is Bucky.” Sam snorted.
“Can anybody tell me what a mongoose actually is?” You groaned.
“It’s a goose that’s mon.” Shang chi shrugged.
“But what’s mon?” Natasha asked.
“It’s the abbreviation of Monday.” Bucky said and everyone nodded in agreement.
“So mongeese are just regular geese but on Mondays?” You asked and everyone stopped to think about this.
“Wait, is it mongooses or mongeese?” Natasha wondered.
“I thinks it’s mongooses’s.” Sam answered.
“No. That doesn’t sound right.” Steve shook his head. Everyone started to talk over each other as they debated the correct plural use of the word “mongoose” while others debated what kind of animal a mongoose even was.
“Oh my God. Does it fucking matter?” Tony asked loudly, making everyone go silent.
“Jesus Christ. That was the single most infuriating conversation I’ve ever been apart of. It can be mongooses or mongeese. But it doesn’t matter. Because none of you are ever gonna need to use the plural of mongoose in a sentence. So everybody just shut up!” Tony continued. Everyone looked down in shame and Tony let out a little groan.
“You guys drive me to drink.” He said and rubbed his face again.
“I’m done!” Peter called from the bathroom suddenly.
“Congratulations! Do you want someone to come in there and wipe your ass?” Sam shouted back to humor Peter.
“That would be nice!”
“Okay. Bucky will be right there.” Sam shouted again and pushed Bucky towards the bathroom.
“I’m gonna kill your parents.” Bucky wiped around and pointed a small knife at Sam’s throat.
“Damn.” Sam backed up. “Why does every reaction from you have to be so hostile? You did the same thing when I stepped on the back of your shoe the other day.”
“You gave me a flat tire. I had to stop walking and fix my shoe. I hate doing that!” Bucky said through gritted teeth.
“Y’all, who fed Bucky after midnight?” Sam asked in annoyance. “You know he gets crabby when his blood sugar is too high.”
“I swear if I spend one more second with you people, I’m gonna do a swan dive off the top of this tower.” Tony interrupted their conversation.
“You should do a flip.” Sam said seriously, making Tony stare at him for a long time.
“Or a backflip.” Bucky added after a beat of silence.
“Is anyone coming to help me?” Peter called from the bathroom before Tony could retaliate.
“Jesus Christ. I’m gonna go check on him.” You groaned and went over to the bathroom. You knocked on the door a few times and Peter opened it up, still wearing his suit.
“Hey pretty lady.” He said slyly and leaned against the doorframe.
“Hey. How’s it going in there?”
“Pretty good. Do you ever look at the shit you just took and think that that’s the biggest size dick you could take? Like, up your butt?” Peter asked you in a genuine manner. You shut your eyes and slowly sat down on the ground in complete silence. Peter watched you curiously as you buried your face in your hands.
“What’s wrong?” Peter wondered. You stayed silent and kept your head down in your hands, refusing to look at him.
“Was it something I said?” Peter asked again.
“Yes. It was. Never say anything that you just said again.”
“Okay.” Peter shrugged and sat down next to you. He looked at you for a minute before taking your face in his hands and pressing your foreheads together. He scrunched his nose while letting out a strained groan as if he was trying to push something out of his body.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to read your mind to see if you like me back.” Peter said and strained himself again.
“I really hope you washed your hands.” You grimaced but let him hold your face for another minute.
“I did. Wanna smell?” Peter didn’t wait for an answer and held his fingers up to your nose.
“Okay. Sea Island Cotten. At least they’re clean.”
“They don’t have to be.” Peter said and slowly winked at you.
“Don’t do that. Why did you wink like that? Don’t ever do that again.”
“Okay.” He said with an ever slower wink.
“Wait, did you put your suit back on after going to the bathroom? Why would you do that?” You asked when he noticed what he was wearing.
“Oh. I don’t know.” Peter shrugged and looked down at his suit. He stood up and pressed the button in the center of his suit, allowing it to slip off and look around his ankles. He stepped out of it and folded it, leaving him in just his boxers. You stared at him with a dropped jaw for a moment, always taken aback when you were reminded what kind of body Peter had under his clothes. Peter noticed you staring at him and looked down at his body.
"What’s wrong? Are you stunned to silence over my sexy body?” Peter asked with genuine concern.
“Honestly, yeah. That’s exactly what’s happening here.” You admitted.
“One time you twisted in your chair to crack your back and your shirt rode up a little and I said your bare right hip and the upper part of your side and I think about that all the time.” Peter told you.
“Oh?”
“Another time you were bent over and I didn’t see you and you stood up when I was right behind you and your butt touched my penial area and I had to go lay down.”
“Penial area?” You whispered to yourself.
“Sometimes I think that I’m in love with you.” Peter continued. Your eyes flew open and you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face. You quickly wiped the smile off and stood up.
“Okay. Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” You asked and started to bring Peter towards his bedroom.
“Can you lay with me?” Peter whined and buried his head in your neck.
“Yeah. Just for a little while. You need someone to take care of you.” You smiled shyly at his action.
“I do. I also need someone to hold my hand and kiss me and sleep in my bed and hold me and play with my hair-“
“Okay-“ You tried to interrupt.
“-and tell me when my breath smells and send me good mornings texts and tell me they love me and-“
“Okay. I get it. You want a girlfriend.” You finally cut him off.
“I do! You’re so smart. You should be my girlfriend.” Peter insisted as you went into his bedroom together. He took you by both of your hands and led you towards his bed.
“Do you know what you’re saying right now?” You asked through a nervous laugh. You wanted to believe he was beige serious, but you knew it was probably just the drugs talking.
“Of course I do. I’m saying that I have feelings for you and I want you to be my girlfriend.” Peter said as if it were the most simple thing in the world.
“Oh.” You gulped and felt your heart skip a beat. Peter went over to his pajama drawer and pulled on some flurry pink Hello Kitty okays but stayed shirtless.
“I’m also saying that I’m comfortable pining after you and continuing our friendship but if you ever wanted more then I want that too.” Peter told you as he stepped into his pants.
“I feel the same way.” You admitted before you realized what you were saying. You just got so excited that he had perfectly described your feelings that you didn’t think about the consequences.
“You do?” Peter asked hopefully.
“Yeah. I do.”
“Can you tell me that again when I’m not coked out on tranquilizer?” Peter asked as he climbed into his bed. You bent down beside his bed and brushed his hair off his forehead.
“I don’t know. Maybe. If I’m feeling brave.” You said as you continued you play with his hair in the way you knew he liked.
“I hope you feel brave.” Peter sighed happily and rested his head down on his pillow. You stroked his hair until his eyes slowly fluttered shut and his breathing slowed. Once you thought he was asleep, you stood up and went to leave. Peter sat up suddenly and caught your wrist.
“Please kiss me.” He said in the softest tone you’d ever heard from him. You smiled at the request but shook your head.
“I can’t. You’re high.”
“And you’re hello. Now kiss me.” He smiled and tugged you closer.
“That’s not what I meant.” You chuckled and knelt down beside him again.
“What did you mean?”
“I mean you don’t actually want me to kiss you. You’re just high and confused.” You reminded him.
“Yeah. But I’m high and confused and in need of a kiss from a pretty girl.” He pointed and cupped your chin between his fingers.
“You think I’m pretty?” You asked as a smile tugged at your lips.
“You don’t?” Peter scoffed, making your smile grow. When he saw that he was winning you over, he got the courage to go on. He sat up a little more in his bed and tilted your face towards his.
“I think I could stare at you for 7 minutes and find 70 things I love about your face.” He said softly as he stared at your lips.
“That’s like 10 things every minute.” You replied, eyes on his lips as well.
“Just 10? Then nah, I could find way more.” He insisted.
“Were you just surprised that 70 divided by 7 is 10?” You laughed softly.
“No but every time I remember 8 times 7 is 59 I get a stabbing pain in my side.” Peter replied seriously.
“8 times 7 is 56. Not 59.”
“Gross. That’s way worse.” Peter scrunched his nose. You laughed at him before looking at him skeptically.
“Do you actually like me or are you just on drugs?”
“I can be both on drugs and like you at the same time. The two can coexist.” Peter said simply.
“So how come you never told me before now?”
“Being in love with your best friend is not the easiest thing in the world to talk about.” Peter said a little sadly.
“Yeah. I know the feeling.” You smiled softly. Peter studied your face for a moment before pressing his forehead against yours again.
“You’re my best friend. You’re the number one person I want to talk to about having a crush. But you are my crush. So I kept it inside. Until some guys shot my neck with a tranquilizer dart and all my inside thoughts splooshed out.”
“Well I’m happy they splooshed out. I’m glad I know now.”
“You are?”
“I am. Because I like you too.”
“You do? Even with my fat neck?”
“Even with your fat neck.” You chuckled.
“So kiss me.” He whined.
“I can’t.” You whined back. “Not until you’re sober.”
“Why?” He groaned and flopped back down on his pillow.
“Because want to be sober enough to remember our first kiss, don’t you?”
“Yeah. You’re right. As always.” He sighed and pulled his covers up to his chin. You smiled softly before leaving down to kiss his forehead.
“Maybe tomorrow.” You whispered against his skin.
“Really? Tomorrow you think?” He asked in excitement.
“I said maybe.” You said pointedly. “Only if I’m feeling brave.”
“Okay. Then I hope you feel brave tomorrow.” Peter smiled in satisfaction and snuggled into his covers. You went to leave again but Peter took your hand.
“Stay with me?” He asked in a way that made it impossible to say no. You playfully rolled your eyes but got into the bed. Peter smiled in satisfaction and wrapped your arms around himself so that you were spooning him. You gave into his desire and held him tightly as you made sure to avoid the swollen lump on his neck.
You soon fell asleep and ending up sleeping through the night. When you woke up the next morning, you and Peter were still tangled together. You sat up and stretched, accidentally waking Peter up as well. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, his hair sticking up in every direction. You laughed a little at the sight of his bed head before noticing the swelling on his neck had gone down and all he had was a bruise.
“Hey, your neck is skinny again.” You said and gently touched his neck.
“Thank God.” He sighed.
“How do you feel?”
“Like I was inside a mongoose.” Peter groaned and rubbed his face.
“How does every body know what a fucking mongoose is- you know what? Never mind. I don’t care anymore. And I know the feeling. I feel that way every time I listen to Somebody Else by the 1975.”
“So true. Fuck that, get money.”
“Fuck that, get money.” You nodded in agreement. Peter remembered the conversation you had before he fell asleep and looked at you, wondering if you remembered it too.
“What about you? How do you feel?” Peter asked coyly. You looked into his eyes and knew exactly what he was thinking about.
“Brave.”
“Brave? What the hell does that mean?” Peter asked you. Peter watched your face fall and immediately felt bad for the joke.
“I’m totally kidding. I remember. Kiss me.” He laughed and slipped a hand behind your head to pull you into a kiss. You leaned in and kissed Peter back, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his messy bed hair. Peter pulled you into his lap so that he could deepen the kiss. You made out on his bed for a minute until you were interrupted by Tony opening the door.
“Hey guys, did you want -stop screaming it’s just me- did you want pancakes?”
Tony asked. “Because I made way too many again. The entire kitchen is covered in stacks. Literally every surface in the kitchen has a comically large stack of pancakes on it.”
“Ugh. Why do you keep doing that?” You asked him for the millionth time.
“Because it makes me feel like fancy little rich bitch to use an entire cartoon of eggs on a single making of pancakes, okay? Happy now?” Tony snapped back.
“Yes. We’ll be down in a minute.” You mumbled in embarrassment.
“Cool. Try not to swallow each other.” Tony snorted before closing the door. You and Peter sat in awkward silence for a minute before looking at each other. You broke the tension by holding out your hand for him to take. Peter smile and slipped his fingers between yours before kissing the back of your hand.
“What do you say? Do you want to go get some pancakes?” You asked him.
“Does a mongoose have an immunity to snake venom?” Peter asked like it was obvious.
“I have no fucking idea.”
Peter laughed and leaned in to kiss you one last time before getting off the bed.
“Yes, they do. Now come on. Let’s go get some pancakes.”
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fwb to lovers (steddie)
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve says. “I can do casual sex. I’m great at casual sex. Friends with benefits will be a breeze.”
“You’re full of shit,” Robin says flatly.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You can’t do friends with benefits, Steve,” Eddie cringes from his hiding spot behind a shelf, like a criminal who’s been doing friends with benefits with Steve. “You fall in love with every age-appropriate friend you have. Add chemistry and compatibility to that mix, and you’re toast. Might as well slather you in butter and jam, that’s how toasted you are.”
“I don’t fall in love with all my friends,” Steve protests weakly.
Robin holds up a finger. “Nancy,” she starts.
“That doesn’t count! We weren’t friends until after we dated.”
She ignores him, putting up another finger. “Jonathan.”
Eddie frowns at that, mentally going back and pulling up every memory he has of Jonathan and Steve interacting. The jokes that Steve threw his head back to laugh at, the flush on his cheeks. It makes sense, and Eddie doesn’t like it.
Then he realizes how ridiculous that is. He’s the one sleeping with Steve, a feat he’s fairly sure Jonathan hasn’t accomplished. Jonathan doesn’t know the sounds Steve makes when he comes, or how amazing Steve looks on his knees. Eddie smugly puts his jealousy to the side in favor of listening in.
Steve has turned a bright red. “You can’t—”
“Me.”
He gives up trying to stop her, putting his head on the counter in shame.
“Plus Eddie,” she finishes, raising a fourth finger and waving it at him. Eddie nearly falls over with surprise. Sure, the whole conversation had been gearing up to it, but he wasn’t expecting an actual confirmation. Steve doesn’t even argue. “Four for four, Steve. Not including Tommy, Carol, the Tommy and Carol incident, or the time you made out with Argyle, which actually makes seven. Do I need to keep going?”
Woah, woah, woah, what? Here he is being jealous of Jonathan when fucking Argyle is the one he needs to watch out for. Eddie briefly wonders if he can get away with putting hair remover in his shampoo or some shit. Weed out the competition.
No, that’s too far.
He also wants to hear more about this Tommy and Carol incident.
Robin is still waiting for a reply, eyebrow raised.
“No,” Steve mutters into the counter.
“That’s what I thought.” She hops up on the counter, lightly tugging his hair to get him to look at her. “I just listed all your friends who aren’t toddlers, so which of them is it? Fair warning, if it’s Jonathan I’ll just kill you to put you out of your misery.”
“Hey, what’s wrong with Jonathan?” Steve asks, afronted. Maybe Eddie should be jealous.
“Nothing! Except the part where he’s your ex-girlfriend’s boyfriend. Even if they are in the middle of the world’s most awkward slow-burn breakup, that’s not the Dingus I know.”
“Are they really?” Steve asks, apparently oblivious to something even Eddie could see from outer space. “Doesn’t matter, it’s not Jonathan. It’s…it’s Eddie.”
“Eddie,” she echoes, entirely unsurprised. “Steve, you know I hate to be the voice of reason, but that is a remarkably bad idea. Like, Jesus, that’s rough.”
Ouch. He thought Robin liked him.
Steve smirks. “So is he.”
“Ew.” Robin throws a VHS case at him.
“Ow! Hey!”
“Dingus! Why is your brain so nasty all the time?”
“Oh, like yours is so pure. I can see your rent history, Buckley. How many times have you watched Fast Times this week?”
They’re off, bickering like the world's worst comedy duo, and Eddie has to stifle his laughter into his hand. Jesus, but they could go on television with this shit. Buckley is a master at coming up with insults.
Finally, they wind down, and Robin leans against Steve. “You know this is gonna break your heart, right?” She asks quietly, sadly. Eddie busies himself with studying the back of whatever movie is in front of him, pretending he’s not straining to catch every second of this conversation.
“I know,” Steve answers. Eddie’s heart skips a beat. “Worth it, though.”
“Is it?”
His laugh is hollow. “I guess we’ll see.”
The thing is, Eddie doesn’t want to break Steve’s heart. He wants to hold it in his hands, feel along the steadily-beating shape of it, learn all the things that make it tick. Wrap it in bubble wrap, store it away in his own chest so that no one else can get to it. Keep it safe.
There’s just one problem with that.
Eddie’s never been on a date in his life.
Everyone knows Steve is a romantic. He’s the kind of guy who’ll buy flowers for a date, chocolates for Valentine’s Day, take you to the movie theater and make out in the back. All the classics. Eddie’s version of romance so far has been sacrificing himself to the wet spot so Steve wouldn’t have to deal with it.
If he’s going to date Steve, he wants to do it properly. Which, okay, they can’t really risk necking in a theater, and they’d have to be careful at a diner, and Lover’s Lake is out for obvious reasons, and—
Jesus, dating as a queer is fucking hard. He hasn’t even been on one yet, and he’s exhausted thinking about all the hoops they’ll have to jump through. Maybe they could just get takeout and a movie, like they always do.
No. No. He just said he was going to be romantic, dammit!
What is romance, anyway? Really it’s just a false sense of meaning attributed to certain gestures instead of others. In a different universe, ding-dong ditching burning dog shit on someone’s porch is probably a declaration of intent.
Hmm.
No!
Okay, romance. He can do romance. After all, he wrote the greatest love story of all time. Between Sir Severus the knight and the great bard Edith the Magnificent.
He’s never claimed to be subtle.
He stares down at his notebook, page empty and mocking. He’s going to need some help.
With a huff and a dirty look at the notebook, he heaves himself out of bed. Stalks through the hallway so he can punch a number in the phone with more than a little vehemence.
“Wheeler? Yeah, it’s Eddie. Can you put your sister on?”
“Romance,” Nancy repeats, brow furrowed. “You’ve been sleeping with Steve, and now you want to romance him.”
“Yep.”
“And you came to me and not Robin because…”
“She can’t keep a secret from Steve. C’mon, Wheeler, you know this.”
She purses her lips in a way that he knows means she agrees with him. “You know,” she says, “As someone who did date Steve, I think he would just be happy to be with you. You could be doing anything, and it would be amazing to him because you were there.”
Eddie stares at her. “That’s such a cop out.”
Her face instantly goes from sweet to annoyed beyond comprehension. It’s his favorite expression of hers. He makes sure to bring it out often.
Eddie puts a single rose on Steve’s nightstand. Yellow, like his favorite color. There, he thinks proudly, declaration of intent.
Nancy is less than impressed when he tells her.
“What’s the problem?” He asks, affronted. “It’s a fucking rose! In his favorite color! There’s no way to misinterpret that!”
“Did you even read the pages I copied for you?”
“I started to, but then I remembered that yellow roses exist. He looks really good in yellow, and it’s his favorite color, so he’d probably appreciate a yellow rose. See? Romantic.”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before pulling the book off her nightstand and flipping through the pages. He doesn’t get what the big deal is, he thinks his idea was pretty fucking swell, actually. He tells her so.
The answering look she gives him could level a city.
“It’s a nice idea,” she tells him. “The sentiment is right. It would be perfect if his favorite color was anything else.”
“What’s wrong with yellow?”
She purses her mouth and shows him the book, open to roses and their color meanings.
“Son of a bitch!”
Friendship roses. Fucking friendship roses. Most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.
#fwb to lovers au#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#nancy wheeler#i just think nancy and eddie would have the kind of friendship where they're super close but also so sososososo catty#either to each other or other people. judgemental besties#rip eddie you try to tell a guy you're in love with him and you accidentally friendzone him even more#stranger things fanfic
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Hola babe! To my favorite author, as you know Johnny had broken bone. Can i request smut with the background story of it? Maaaaybe y/n riding him wild or maybe wilder lolololl funny scene in the end would be fun tho. ThANK YOU xx
CowBoy. J.Suh
GENRE: fluff, smut and humor!
WARNINGS: mentions of a broken arm (girl, im not anything medical so, i might say random shit), kissing, flirting, dirty talk, riding/cowgirl, unprotected sex, fingering and clit play!!
you giggle in between the kiss as johnny attempts to unlock his apartment door without pulling away from you but fails.
“j—johnny,” you pull away and laugh with a hand placed softly on his chest.
johnny chuckles with a small hint of embarrassment and bites his lip while unlocking his door. he pushes the door open and gestures you to walk in first.
“sorry, it’s a little dark.” johnny follows you inside and flicks a light switch while locking the door.
while undoing your shoes, johnny watches with adoration and chuckles when being caught. “is there something on my face?” you stand straight with a smile.
“no,” he shakes his head and pulls you to his chest. “but, there’s something that’s not on your face.” you tilt your head with a surprised look before johnny ducks his head and kisses you.
your hand goes to johnnys jaw as you kiss him back. your feet travel back as johnny backs you into the wall behind you. your back is pressed on the wall and johnnys hands are on your lower back.
a bark causes you to jump and pull away. “you have a dog?!” johnny turns his head and then watches as his knine runs towards the both of you.
“yeah, this is buster.” johnny squats and pets the fluffy animal. “i also have a cat.” suddenly a meow and a soft jingle is heard. “this is butter.” an bright orange cat pops out from behind the couch and runs toward the crowd.
“oh, they’re adorable!” you watch from afar as johnny bonds with his pets. “yeah, they are.” he says softly as he pets the both of them on their heads. “i rescued both of them a day before their death date. i just.. couldn’t resist.”
johnny looks back at you and stands. “do you have any pets?” you shake your head. “i sadly have allergies to animal fur and my apartment doesn’t allow pets.” johnny apologizes and scratches his head. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know. we could go to your place instead if the fur is alerting your allergies?”
you shake your head, again. “it’s fine, johnny. i have allergy pills in my bag. i can take them and i’ll be fine for a few hours.”
“are you thirsty?” johnny asks and points to the direction where his kitchen is. “i have tea, coffee, wine, water, soda..?”
“i think i’m thirsty for something else.” you say and bite your lip after, hinting that you wanted him but clearly johnny had already guessed it the moment you said you were thirsty for something else.
johnny yanks you by the waist and picks you up, in a reflex your legs wrap around his tiny waist. “that was smooth and sexy.” johnny says before pressing a kiss on your lips and bringing you to his room.
“bye buster, bye butter!” you whisper and look over johnnys shoulder while they sit by the front door, looking at the two of you confused.
johnny kicks the door shut and makes sure to lock it. “those two knuckleheads know how to open my door so, i have to lock it.” you giggle and gasp when johnny drops you on his bed.
“fuck, i’ve had blue balls since i kissed you outside the restaurant.” johnny groans and rips off his leather jacket.
you sit up on your elbows and watch as johnny undressed himself. “should i undress myself too?” johnny looks up from his belt and shakes his head. “don’t, leave the best part for me.”
your cheeks heat up and your lips form into a shy grin.
johnny finishes undressing himself and grabs you by the ankles, yanking you towards him and grabbing the stretchy waist band of your skinny jeans.
in the dark room, your eyes follow your jeans flying behind johnny. “ew, my socks!” you winces and laugh when johnny laughs.
johnny pulls off the barely hanging on socks and tosses them with your jeans.
“ew, my toes!” you make a gross face and curl your toes away from johnny who only laughs with a head shake.
johnny continues undressing you and when your butt naked, he climbs on you and cups your face. “just how much more beautiful can you get, y/n?”
before you can answer, johnny rubs your inner thighs. “may i?” you look down and then look back up at johnny, immediately finding his eyes even through the dark room. “yes, please.”
a soft moan cranks up your throat when feeling johnnys fingers feel your slit. you softly gasp when johnnys finger runs over your clit.
“found it.” he says and flicks your bud.
you moan and drop your head back. “fuck, johnny.” you moan and dig your fingers in johnnys forearm.
johnny rubs your clit and brings his lips to yours. you can barely kiss him back due to your brain focusing on his fingers rubbing your clit in circles.
johnny spreads your folds and slowly dips his fingers in your pussy. your hips dip in toward the bed and your jaw cranks to your chest but no sound or words are heard.
you gasp and place your hand on his. “what’s wrong, baby?” your jaw trembles and your words can barely come out. “cat got your tongue?” he softly laughs and starts rubbing your clit, again.
“i—i’m gonna cum.” you breathe out and your chest dips deeply as you take deep breaths. “go ahead, baby.” your chest tightens at the pet name.
your thighs shut around johnnys hand as you cum around his slender fingers. with moans and whimpers, johnny somehow gets your legs to spread as they shake and tremble.
your walls close in on nothing while johnny ghostly rubs your clit.
“no.. no.. no more..” you pant and attempt to control your shaking legs.
“that was beautiful, y/n.” johnny sits up and pulls you with him.
johnny sits you on his lap and rubs your thighs. “ride me?” you could feel his cock bricked under your ass. “alright, cowboy. i’ll show you how i ride a bull.”
you sit up on your knees and grab johnny by the base. johnny stands straight and you look him in the eyes while sliding your down on his cock.
“shit, that’s not gonna work.” you jerk up when feeling his tip barely pushing into your hole. “we’ll make it work, baby. i know we will.”
you nod firmly and try again, wincing when his tip stretches you. “wow, geez.” johnny holds your hips and ignoring the stinging on his shoulders as you dig your nails into them.
“oh, fuck. you’re huge.” you look down to see you taking him in and swallowing him whole.
you and johnny let out groans as he sits balls deep in you. “geez, why are you so big!” you laugh and johnny hugs your waist. “you feel amazing, babe.” he rubs your hips as your walls pulse around him.
after a few minutes of getting used to his size, you begin moving your hips. circling your hips in circles and moaning when your clit rubs against his base every so often. rocking your hips back and forth as if johnny was an actual mechanical bull.
“c’mon, baby. thought you were gonna show me how you ride a bull?” johnny taps your ass and challenges you. “i’m just warmin’ up!” you whine and pinch his shoulders.
you clear your throat and sit up a bit, fixing how your legs are positioned. “hold onto your hat, cowboy. we’re going downtown.”
as your hand reaches out for something to hold as support, the two of you fall back causing you to be launched from johnnys arms.
“oh, shit!” you and johnny both say when falling off the story high bed and landing on the rough carpet ground.
“geez,” you laugh and cover your face, holding your stomach as you laugh on your back. “i just did a whole summersault.” you shake your head and sit up.
your eyes find johnny sitting up with his arm in his lap. you stand and find the light switch, flicking it once found. “johnny?”
“i think i just broke my arm?” johnny looks back at you while cradling his arm. “are you being serious?” you speed walk over and sit in front of him. “yeah, i think i heard a snap but.. my arm is just in pain.”
“fuck, that’s all my fault. i’m so sorry. i tried finding something to hold for support but didn’t notice our backs were facing off the bed.”
“it’s okay, baby. c’mon, get dressed and help me to the hospital?” you help johnny up and you dress him first, making sure to be super gentle and super careful.
you grab your panties and slip them on after dressing up johnny. “uh, babe—johnny, can you go find your keys?” you then grab your bra off the ground and you clip it on.
“johnny?” you look back when hearing and seeing now sudden movement. “sorry, your ass just looks amazing. sucks that we couldn’t finish.” johnny says with a head tilt and a smirk, all that while staring at your ass.
“i know right,” you turn with your shirt and jeans in hand. “just when i was getting used to your size.. i was fitting around you all snuggly and so perfectly.” you sigh and slip your shirt over your head. “indeed you were, baby.”
you stick your feet through each pant leg and you pull up your jeans. “‘kay, c’mon, let’s go before we’re stuck here trying to go at it, again.”
you and johnny make it to the hospital within ten minutes. you kept johnny occupied from the pain shooting through his arm by having a quick Disney karaoke session in the car. johnny was put in a cast and requested for an arm carrier. he was also given pain reliever pills and was told to take them every three hours.
the perfect first date, ever.
AN| firstly, i want to thank @/foxydumps for this request! i love being people’s favorite writer, it makes me proud and happy! i honestly struggled with a title for this, it was a debate between cowboy or bulldozer or the perfect first date. and lastly, i know i’ve been very inactive but my interest for writing had been slipping away lately but it comes back every so often. it came back last night and i was up until 6AM writing fics for you all!! i love you all, stay safe and healthy! <3
#ash talks#nctsplug02#nct imagines#nct scenarios#anon#kpop imagines#nct smut#kpop smut#kpop fluff#nct 127#johnny angst#johnny seo#johnny x reader#nct johnny#johnny smut#johnny fluff#johnny suh#johnny suh smut#johnny seo smut
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Roomies - Edmund Pevensie x Reader Modern AU!
Word count: 4.2k
I just had a glorious idea about a modern Narnia AU. I'm not British so lmao. Football in this means Soccer. slay
Fem identifying reader. Mention of having long hair.
Summary: Edmund is an asshole AND your roommate. But he also happens to be a really attractive asshole roommate. And apparently, a really possessive one too.
Warnings: Language, smut, mutual pining, SO SWEET at the end!!
I'm down bad for him
"What time will you be back today?" You and Edmund were in the kitchen, eating breakfast before your day of classes began.
You glanced at him, shirtless in all his glory, eating a piece of toast. He was leaning on the counter, watching you butter your own.
"My writing class was canceled so I will be back around 1." Edmund audibly sighs, a sign that he will definitely have company over at that time. "Don't ask me to stay on campus. Just because you can't keep it in your pants doesn't mean I should be exiled from my own home."
Edmund pushes himself off of the counter, chuckling to himself.
"I wasn't gonna ask you anything. I just didn't think you'd be one to listen though." Before you could respond, he was gone.
Several hours later, you pulled into your parking spot in front of your and Edmund's apartment. You had since forgotten about your earlier conversation until you opened your front door to hear the oh-so-delightful noises of Edmund's newest friend moaning at the top of her lungs.
You have to stop yourself from gagging.
"Jesus." The time was 1:30. You had given him thirty extra minutes. "I fucking hate him." This was untrue, as you really did not hate the handsome man who you lived with. Underneath your facade of disdain and disgust, lay your actual feelings toward your roommate. Ever since he took his sister Lucy's spot in the lease for her year abroad, you developed a minor, (major!!!), crush on him. And your feelings of disgust? Totally not jealousy!
You had spent the better half of the last five months trying not to listen to him and his lady friends in his room and pining over him from yours.
How could you not be attracted to Edmund Pevensie? A pre-law major with dark hair and dark eyes, and a dashing smile. Not to mention the spatter of freckles that covered his body, toned from years of playing football. Jesus, you were down so bad for your flatmate.
You set your stuff down on the couch in your shared living space and turned to the sink where his dishes lay, unclean. Still able to hear the actions of the lovely people downstairs, you turn your music up all the way to drown out the noise before unloading the dishwasher and loading it again with his dishes.
Minutes later, the front door opens and closes, signifying that Edmund's friend has left. You turn your music down and focused on the plate you are scrubbing, dried mac and cheese would not come out in the dishwasher, as Edmund walked up the stairs.
"Ah. So you are home." His accent makes you smile the slightest bit. You can see him in your peripheral, shirtless with grey sweats low on his hips. You move your eyes away quickly. "Did you enjoy what you heard, darling?" Rolling your eyes, you look at him, not giving into the flutter of your heart when he called you darling.
"You're a pig, Pevensie." You weren't anticipating his next move and were startled when his lips were suddenly on your cheek.
"You love me."
"Ew!" Glaring at him, you wipe the wetness from his lips off of your face and then wipe your hand on a paper towel only to find him grinning at you. You do a once-over of his uncovered torso, which you could now see was adorned with scratches and bruises. "Go put a shirt on." Edmund glances down, smile widening, before looking back at you.
"And cover up the view? Nah." You move to put the plate you had been washing away in the cabinet and then suddenly, Edmund is behind you, his body only inches from yours.
You try to ignore the heat radiating off of his bare skin and how his fingers brush yours when he reaches above you to grab a bowl. He steps away quickly and if he noticed a change in your demeanor, he didn't bring it up. You left the kitchen area, grabbed your backpack, and went to your room.
How in the world did he have this effect on you? As soon as your door was closed and you were safe in the comfort of your bedroom, you let out a sigh of relief. A buzz pulled your attention from your feelings toward Edmund to your phone.
r u going to the party tn???
It was your friend Alyssa, whom you had met freshman year in your Intro to Psychology class.
You know I don't like parties.
You flop on your bed, awaiting her pleading response. In truth, you didn't hate parties, you just didn't see the point in going out and getting drunk with strangers when you could get drunk in the pleasure of your own home.
im coming over at 8 and we are getting ready together
You knew there wouldn't be a point in fighting her on the topic since sooner or later she would have convinced you to go.
Hours later, after Edmund had left for his evening classes, and also the party you presumed, Alyssa knocked on your front door and seconds later walked into your room.
"Is he here?" You sit up on your bed, your book falling onto your comforter beside you.
"No." Alyssa had gone straight into your closet, pulling out an outfit for you to wear.
"Good. That way he won't know you are going tonight." Your eyebrow quirks up.
"What does that mean?"
She turned to you, a smirk gracing her tanned face.
"We both know that if your roomie knew you were going tonight, he would have texted all his little friends to keep away from you."
This was true and it was annoying, but one night while drunk, you had let it slip to him that you were a virgin. Since then, Edmund had made sure that no guys would talk to you at parties.
You made no effort to argue and reached over to pick up what she had chosen for you to wear. It was simple, a pair of faux leather pants and a black lace corset. (the urban one iykyk)
"Alyssa, I haven't worn this top out-"
"All the more reason to wear it tonight! C'mon! It will be fun! Besides, maybe Ed will finally take notice of your feelings and how hot you are."
"Alyssa!" She smiles.
"Ok fine. But maybe you'll meet another guy. Since our good friend hasn't had time to scare anyone away."
The idea intrigues you, maybe you'd have a good time tonight.
You notice what she is wearing, a pair of straight-leg jeans and a black tank top. She looks amazing, as always. You get up to sit at your desk to begin applying your makeup.
"So what do you suppose he will do when he sees you looking all sexy?"
"Nothing?" Your reply earns you an eyebrow raise.
"Nothing? You don't think he's gonna react at all?"
You shrug, leaning forward to perfect your winged eyeliner.
"There is nothing he can do now. If he wants to try and ruin my night, he can go ahead. If I'm going to this party, I intend on having a good time." Alyssa giggles.
"Maybe even get laid?" You whip around in your chair to glare at her.
"Seriously?" Her laughter grows.
"Hey, if not by Edmund, you're bound to find someone at this party!"
Your heart beats faster at the thought.
...
You and Alyssa arrive at the party at around eleven. It has been going on for about an hour so it had grown quite large. The other girls around you are dressed similarly to you, bringing some comfort into the oddness you felt about your appearance. Alyssa had requested you wear your hair down and straight and you obliged.
To be honest, you did look amazing. The corset had been a perfect fit, makes your chest look fantastic, and the pants fit you like a glove, hugging your ass so well that when you saw yourself in the mirror, you were surprised. The look was completed with your dark green platform converse, which somehow made you feel comfortable.
While walking through the crowd of people, you keep your eye out for a certain raven-haired boy, but couldn't seem to find him.
"Hey, don't think about him. Just have a good time." Alyssa nudges your arm and you nod, disregarding the looming thought of Edmund's reaction to your appearance at the party.
"You're right. I'm gonna go get a drink." You leave her in a room filled with sweaty university students to find the kitchen, where you presumed the alcohol to be.
To be honest? You felt great. You looked great and with no Edmund around, you had nothing to worry about. If you wanted to flirt with a cute guy, you would.
You round the corner and spot the kitchen, and a pack of Trulys, and made a beeline for the drinks. As you fish a black cherry seltzer out of the box you hear someone call your name.
"Y/N!" You turn abruptly and came face to face with a familiar face.
Sam, a friend of Edmund's from football, smiling at you.
"How are you?" Sam is very attractive, with blond hair and sparkly blue eyes, he's the complete opposite of Edmund.
"I'm alright." You smile at him.
"I didn't expect you to be here."
"Yeah, it was kind of a last-minute decision." You take a swig of your drink as he smiles down at you.
"Well, I'm glad. I was hoping I would be able to speak to you at some point. Ed's always telling the team to stay away from you." You roll your eyes.
"Sorry about that, I don't know why he does that. Is he here tonight?" Sam nods.
"Yeah, he's somewhere around here." Sam glances around, as if nervous that he'd get in trouble for talking to you. "Do you wanna dance?"
"Sure!" Sam takes your hand and leads you back into the room where you left Alyssa, back to the loud music and dancing. It is then that you see Edmund for the first time.
He's walking down the stairs holding hands with a pretty blonde girl who is dressed in a dark green slip dress. You wrap your arms around Sam and pull him into your body. His hands settle on your hips, fingers hooking onto your belt loops and pulling you closer.
You make eye contact with Edmund and his eyes widen and then narrow at the sight of you with Sam. You can see him mouth something to the girl he is with but instead of paying attention to him, you focus on Sam.
The two of you dance to the music and you forget about Edmund. You realize you have run out of your drink and tap Sam's shoulder.
"Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I just need another drink! Give me like fifteen minutes. I need to check on my friend, too." You smile at him before returning to the kitchen, where you happen to find Alyssa.
"Hi!" Lord, she is drunk. "I've missed you! Where have you been?" You giggle at her antics, pouring yourself a shot of vodka, the burning causing you to make a face as you take it.
"I've been dancing! With a guy named Sam from the football team!"
Her eyes widen in shock and she grins at you.
"OMG. Fucking finally!" She takes the initiative to pour you, and her, another shot.
...
Ten minutes later, and maybe 4 more shots later, you and Alyssa are drunk off of your asses.
"So you're telling me that if Sam wanted to take you home tonight, you'd say no?" Her arm is clasped around your forearm.
"Yes." You can't contain your giggling.
"But why? He's so hot and obviously into you!"
Your face flushes as you think of the real reason you don't want to spend the night with Sam.
"You know why." You take a sip of your newly opened Truly and glare at her.
A deadpan look blooms on her face.
"I forgot." Your eyes roll.
"Because I like someone else!" Alyssa gets really excited at this news.
"WHO?" You shush her, her voice well above the other chatter in the small kitchen you are in.
"You know who!" Her face contorts into confusion.
"No, I don't."
"It's..." You look around, suddenly very aware through your drunken haze, just to make sure there aren't any lurkers to hear your conversation. "It's Edmund!" You whisper.
"Oh! I did know that!" She giggles and takes a sip of her drink. "Yeah, I remember how you said you were jealous of all of the girls he fucked and how you wished he would-"
"Jesus Christ, Alyssa! Shut up!" She continues.
"just fuck you already!" Your face is red and you are mortified. Anyone passing by could have heard what you had been talking about. "Don't worry babe. Everyone here is way too drunk to even remember this conversation. I'm too drunk to remember this conversation!" A small smile graces your lips. "So, how do you want him to do it?" You hit her arm.
"Alyssa!"
"What? I wanna hear about your Edmund fantasies!" Your blush deepens. "C'mon!"
"Fuck- fine. I've always imagined him..." You cannot believe you are speaking your deepest secret aloud, at a party nonetheless. "I don't know. Cornering me in the kitchen." Alyssa squeals.
"Counter sex!" The girl is fucking giddy at the thought of you getting some action in your kitchen. You roll your eyes but nod.
"I guess..." Suddenly, you remember the nice boy you had been dancing with. "Shit! I have to go find Sam! He probably thinks I ditched him. Will you be ok?" She smiles and nods at you.
You trek back into the masses to find the blonde guy and he's right where you left him. You catch his eyes and smile.
"Hey! I'm so sorry. I found my friend and we ended up talking for a bit. I didn't mean to leave you here." He doesn't respond right away and looks away from your eyes, glancing around. "Is everything ok? You look uncomfortable."
"Listen, you are really nice but I don't think this is gonna work out." Confusion wipes across your face.
"What the hell? We were just dancing!" You don't understand what you could have done to make him act this way.
"It's not you, really. It's just-" You cut him off, suddenly very aware of what was happening.
"He told you to leave me alone, didn't he?" Sam looks apologetic as he nods.
"I'm sorry, I really like you." You run a hand through your hair.
"I'm so fucking done with this." You leave Sam and look around for the dark mess of hair you know so well. You're pissed. Even though you weren't going to do anything with Sam, you were still glad to have the option. You decided then and there that you were done with Edmund deciding things for you.
You found him in the kitchen, drinking a beer and laughing with some of his football mates.
"Edmund!" His head turns to you and he grins. "Stop fucking with me!" You somehow have the courage to get all up in his face. His stupid, Goddamn handsome face. "Stop telling any guy I see to stop talking to me. It's my fucking life. Stay out of it."
Edmund licks his lips and his gaze rakes down your body, making you very aware of the fact you are in lingerie in front of your roommate.
"Whatever you say, darling." His friends laugh and you leave before Edmund can see your face heat up. You find Alyssa dancing in the other room and pull her aside.
"I'm ready to leave whenever you are. I can't be around him right now." She nods frantically.
"Omg. Ok. Yeah, let's go!"
The two of you leave the party and begin the, thankfully short, walk to Alyssa's place.
"Do you wanna stay the night?" You thought about what would happen if you went home, would Edmund be home tonight? Would he not? You remember the blonde from earlier.
"No, I'll get an Uber home. I don't think he's going to be home anytime soon and I'd like to sleep in my own bed." Alyssa nods and the two of you talk until your Uber arrives.
"Text me when you get home." You nod and hug her.
"I'm sorry for making you leave early."
"No! If one of us wants to leave, we leave. That's the rule." She ushers you out of her door. "Sleep well!" A grin appears on her face. "With visions of Edmund dancing in your head!"
"Fuck off!" You glare before getting into the car.
As you expect, Edmund is not at the apartment when you get back and you are able to go to your room without him and blondie interfering. A small bubbling of jealousy and anger blooms in your gut when you think about what he is probably doing right now. With her. Shaking it off, you brush your teeth and slip into bed before falling asleep.
...
You wake up the next morning with a splitting headache. Groaning as you roll out of bed, you close your blinds to make your room dimmer. As you go upstairs you listen for any movement in Edmund's room, praying he isn't home yet. You breathe a sigh of relief when you're greeted with silence on the other side.
As you walk up the stairs, you halt in your tracks as you see him sitting on the couch. Clad in grey sweats and nothing else, he makes your heart flutter, even though you are pissed at him. You don't engage with him at all, avoiding his gaze as you walk to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water.
While opening the bottle of Advil you hear Edmund move from the couch. You take the meds and open the dishwasher to put your glass inside. When you stand, Edmund is behind you, his hands set on the counter, effectively caging you in. Your breath catches in your throat.
"So, is this how you imagined it?" His voice is right next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Me fucking you in the kitchen?" Your eyes widen in shock. His lips graze your neck as he murmurs... "Answer me." Your words are stuck in your throat, thoughts going wild in your head.
Had he heard you and Alyssa last night?
You are brought out of your thoughts when Edmund dips his head further down and kisses where your neck meets your shoulder. "C'mon hun, let me make make you feel good." His lips travel up to your throat and you melt back into his body. He whispers in your ear, "Please?"
His hands leave the counter to rest on your waist, his fingers just slightly touching your bare skin where your shirt had been riding up moments before.
"Don't make me beg, love." He turns you around, bringing his body closer to you. You don't reply, too flustered with his actions to say anything. He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Ok, fine. I'll beg." He grins.
Edmund's hands reach down to pick you up, setting you on the counter. He steps in between your legs, setting his hands on your thighs while his thumbs draw circles on your bare skin.
"Do you know how many times I've thought about surprising you in the shower? Just so I could see you naked?" His gaze is still trained on your eyes. "Do you know how many times I've heard you touching yourself in your room? Wishing it was me who was making you feel that way?" He looks down at your lips and then back up to your eyes. "Do you know how many times I've thought about this moment? Last night? After I saw you dancing with Sam in that outfit... You looked stunning, my love." He moves to be right above your face, his lips so close they could touch yours. "So many Goddamn times, baby. So please," He pouts the slightest bit. "Let me make you feel good."
Kiss me.
As if he could read your mind, he does. Your hands fly to his hair and pull him into you even more, his lower half fully against you.
And oh.
Oh.
You pull away, looking down at his hips with wide eyes. Edmund laughs.
"Darling this is what you do to me. Every." He kisses your shoulder. "Bloody." Your neck. "Day." Your jaw. He pulls away so you are able to see him. His perfect hair, and his perfect smile, and his perfect freckles.
And the fucking devil in his eyes.
"So are you going to let me act on your fantasies? Or are we just going to go back to you thinking about me when you touch yourself at night and me pretending not to get off on it?" You lean forward to kiss him again and he leans back, running his tongue over his lips. "Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?" A deep blush blooms on your cheeks.
"Yes." It's barely above a whisper but it's audible. When he hears your response, he smiles again.
"Fucking finally."
His lips return to yours and his grip on your hips tightens as he pulls you against him again. You tighten your thighs around him, reveling in the taste of his lips.
"Oh my God." He murmurs against your lips. Your hands travel down his neck and to his bare shoulders and your nails dig into his skin just a bit, making him hiss in sweet pain.
"Fuck." His hands start to pull at your shorts. "Off. Now." You lift yourself up so he can pull them down, along with your underwear. He groans as he looks down. "Bloody hell." One of his hands wipes over his face, taking you in. His bottom lip pulls in between his teeth as he looks into your eyes again. "Darling, I'd absolutely love to taste you but I'm afraid I'll explode if I don't fuck you soon." His fingers find his waistband and he pauses at your wide eyes. "Do you want to do it?"
Holy Hell you can feel the effects of his words on the surface below you. He gently grabs your hands, setting them on his hips. "Go ahead." You do as your told and push the fabric down his thighs. You look away, not quite ready to take witness to your roommates dick.
"I need you to say it one more time. Do you want this?" You look into his eyes.
"Yes." He smiles, his lips on yours and brings himself to your core.
"Take a deep breath, my love." When you do, Edmund pushes into you. The pain takes you by surprise and you let out a grunt of pain. He catches your lips with his and draws patterns on your skin with his free hand. Your nails dig into his back once again and he groans into your mouth when he bottoms out. "If you keep doing that I'm not going to last long." He begins moving very slowly. The pain slowly becomes pleasure. "I wanna make this good for you."
You drop your head to his shoulder.
"Oh my god, Ed it's-." His mouth is close to your ear making you hear all of the sounds he's making. "Fuck!"
"Holy shit."
"Ed-" You gasp, hands on his shoulders, as he stops moving.
"Please don't make me stop. I've been wanting this for so long." He lays his forehead on your shoulder and you can tell it's taking every ounce of his self-control not to move.
"No- I was just gonna ask if..." You pause to catch your breath. "if you could go faster.
"Jesus. You're perfect." His breath on your skin makes you flush again and then, the wonderful sensation you had felt moments before begins again.
"You're doing so well, love. So well."
Edmund begins to pick up his pace and you whine into his neck.
"Oh-" Edmund's fingers are suddenly on your clit, forcing your thighs to tighten around his. Your hips rock into his as you feel yourself begin to near your high. With his fingers on your clit, his bruising grip on your thighs, and his fucking dick inside of you, it takes only a few more seconds before you are releasing around him. Edmund moans after feeling you squeeze around him and it's the sexiest thing you've ever heard.
"You're so fucking perfect."
He releases soon after and he catches his breath.
He pulls away, looking at your face.
"Are you ok?" You smile.
Despite his asshole actions of the past 24 hours, Edmund does truly care about you. He's always taken care of you. He always made sure you had dinner, would always cover you with a blanket if you had fallen asleep upstairs, always made you tea and soup when you were sick.
"I'm perfectly fine." You grin at him.
You remember all of his comments to you, all of the pet-names he's called you.
"Ed, how long? How long have you wanted this?" He grins back at you.
"My love it was you the moment Lucy brought you home to visit during Christmas."
"Edmund that was three years ago!" His smile grows.
He dips down to kiss you.
"I'm a patient man."
Wait i heart them
I hope that was enjoyable l o l.
#narnia#edmund pevensie x reader#edmund x reader#king edmund the just#edmund pevensie#edmund pevensie x reader smut#narnia smut#tvotdt#tvdt
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dangerous
summary: your upset with jack for climbing the wall for signing a fan’s autograph but you quickly get upset for something way worse.
you and jack were on your way out the stadium leaving the Louisville football game
“jack i actually cannot believe you did that!” “baby its not the deep” jack reached for the door handle helping you in the car.
you waited for jack to get into the car before saying anything else.
“jack you don’t understand you could have got hurt baby” “but did i?” “j-“ “no did i get hurt?”
jack was obviously frustrated by what he called “your nagging.”
“jack your missing the point..like what if you fell and broke something? or got a concussion?” “but i didn’t!” “but you could have! you actually so irresponsible it’s aggravating jackman!” “how am i being irresponsible!?” “jack, you cant keep up with shit, now your climbing walls to sign paper? get your life together!” “what do you mean! name one thing i cant keep up with!” “your earrings? your PG ring? YOUR FUCKING WEDDING RING THATS NOT ON YOUR DAMN FINGER? JACKMAN WHERE IS YOUR FUCKING RING?!”
jack already knew he had lost it in the stadium, he was just going to hide his hands as much as possible and get it replaced.
that went out the window quickly.
obviously.
“i-“ “YOU WHAT?! JACKMAN YOU BETTER JUST SAY YOU LEFT IT AT HOME!” “babe, i.. i lost it in the stadium” “..drive me home” “wait baby!”
you held your hand in his face stopping him from talking.
“drive. me. home. NOW!” jack sighed and started driving.
megan called you and you quickly answered “hi babe!” “hii megann!” “girl whats wrong you look pissed!” “jackman here lost his ring in a football stadium.” “his PG ring?” “ha, no! his fucking wedding ring.” “..oo, i pray for him” “he’s gon need a LOT more then a couple prayers..”
“ma hang up the phone.” “what no” jack seen your phone was connected to the car and hung your phone up through the car screen
“jackman what the actual fuck” “ma where finna be home call her when you get inside i dont wanna hear that shit” “oh really? and i dont wanna see my husband without a ring on his finger. i might as well throw mine out the window huh?” you quickly started rolling down your window but jack rolled it back it
“put your damn ring back on y/n and dont you fucking try that shit” “jack you dont understand” you started tearing up as jack pulled into the driveway
“come on mamas lets talk about it inside” jack got out the car and went over to help you out.
you were in tears and jack was trying to calm you down.
“shh ma its ok, i promise” “no its not! you long your ring..” “baby..” jack pulled his ring out his back pocket and put it in front you
you looked at him confused “what?” “it was a prank baby. im sorry ma. come ‘ere” “are you serious?! thats not fucking funny!” “im sorry baby”
jack brought you in for a hug “i didnt mean to make my pretty baby cry” “mhm can we have a movie marathon?” “of course baby comon” “put your ring on first”
jack chuckled at your request before slipping on his ring while you took yours off making jack look at you confused “i wont be wearing my ring till this time tomorrow.” “HUH?!” “you heard me baby, now the blankets while i get the snacks” “bring some ranch and peanut butter ‘n chicken!” “ew! your so white baby, but okk!” “whatever”
you and jack ended your night in kisses and cuddles, falling asleep to nightmare before christmas.
#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow#jack harlow fluff#jack harlow imagine#jackman thomas harlow#jack harlow fanfic#jack harlow x y/n
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Happy Birthday Bitch
Min Yoongi or Suga or Agust D x male reader, haters to lovers
The birthday boy
Stuff: Swearing, bottom reader, top Suga, sub reader, dom Suga, homophobic Suga but it's ok it's internalized, kissing but like aggressive, hate fucking, doggystyle, male reader, dick sucking (Suga receiving), creampie, kinda gay ngl, non-idol au, college au.
Word Count: 1,509
Summary: You and Min really hate each other. Anyway, he is having a birthday party and your friend invited you. Then the birthday boy demands his present from you or something.
Notes: sorry I haven't posted anything in a while, I just didn't really want to. Also fun fact, Suga used to be my least favorite member, I just thought that he was kind of boring compared to the other ones, but then I saw him rap in the Butter music video and had an epiphany of biblical proportion. Oh and Happy Birthday Suga.
It is moments like these that make you really hate your friends. Not only are they attending HIS party, but those butt sluts also invited you to come along. Those bitches were fully aware of your utter disdain for that fucking shit eating brainless fucking fucker, and yet they asked if you wanted to go. You said yes nonetheless but that is not the point.
You could never say no to a fun party, and the prospect of getting railed tonight was admittedly very pleasant sounding. You were aware that even though you hated the guy, he was very popular for some reason that you could never grasp.
He was just another dude who had nearly no personality or substance. A dumb look on his face that makes all the stupid bitches fawn over for some reason. Like he is not even that hot, sure he has an ab or two but that is it.
These thoughts kept swimming through your mind as you opened the door to the party that you could hear from miles away. As you walked in the smell of alcohol and the sight of random flashing lights was almost enough for you to pass out, the parties should be, which is almost even more angering that it came from HIM.
You were a little late because you only decided a few minutes ago that you were actually going. You made your way to the previously mentioned asshole friends that were invited to this place, but you were stopped by the man of the hour himself, Min Yoongi.
"I thought I had a no fags allowed rule." Yoongi stated, laughing at his own lazy "joke" if you can even call it that. The sudden appearance makes you jump, causing him to laugh more.
"Ew why are you talking to me!" You remarked disgustingly. "Don't you have other people to bother?"
"None as fun as you." He said, the shit eating smirk already on his face.
"Get a life." You snap at him, growing angrier every second you are in his presence. Almost walking away until he walks right in front of you, stopping your escape.
"Why are you even here?" He asked, arms crossed over his chest.
"You invited the whole school you stupid bitch." You responded aggressively, wanting this fucker gone.
"Fucking cock sucker." He exclaimed, laughing once again.
"Was that supposed to be an insult because you're just stating the obvious." You responded matter-of-factly, causing his laugh to stop and his face to solidify. "Or are you trying to start something?" You then winked at him, enjoying the uncomfortable silence he is giving you.
"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" He questioned back, his frustration growing as he stared daggers at you.
"Are you ever enjoyable to be around?" You asked, already knowing the answer being no. You try to walk away again but he grabs my arm and whispers in your ear.
"Why don't I make you." He started calmly. His voice actually sounded hot? Whatever it was, it did something to you. Confusion stirs inside of you as your mind races, though the inner turmoil is cut short when you feel something poking into your ass, already aware of what it is.
You let out a quick gasp, Min Yoongi, the man who hates you the most out of anyone you have ever known, is it hard for you? and you are getting turned by it? This must be a dream. Pinch me now.
"I'm going to do way worse." Yoongi stated. Wait, did he hear you, did you let that slip. What the fuck is happening. These thoughts spread through your mind, all of the noises and people all around you die down, Yoongi being the only thing on your mind.
"Let's go somewhere more... private." He ordered before taking your arm and leading you to his room
He brings you to his room, locks the door, and slams you into it, desperately kissing you.
His lips feel surprisingly good with your own, soft yet solid enough to leave quite the impact. You kiss him back just as desperately, your hands already going to take his shirt off, which he helps you with. Once it is off his lips crash right back on to yours where they belong.
He starts to become even more needy, diving his tongue into your mouth and exploring every part he can. His hands take your ass in vice grip as yours explore his broad and muscly torso, following each tone of his body.
"I still hate you." He said between tongue entanglements.
"Ditto." You said before diving right back in, but his hand stops you.
You let out muffled wails of confusion and frustration until he finally justifies himself. "I think your mouth can be used for more important things." was the last he said before bringing you to your knees.
Being an experienced little diva, you know exactly what to do. You strip his pants and boxers off in a single swipe. His throbbing member was already begging for your attention, you hated the guy but had to admit that he was packing some serious artillery.
Your hands begin to work on his shaft, pumping it slowly up and down while giving the tip light kisses, but that wasn't enough for him. So he shoves your head straight down onto his massive cock.
You take him so easily, his cock already all the way in. You begin moving your head up and down his length, the tip hitting your throat every time.
"God you're fucking good! I guess you had to be at something." He groaned, you respond by nipping him a little bit, which he responds with by fully fucking your throat.
He grabs your hair tightly and goes to mother fucking town. Thrusting his hips into your mouth, almost making you cum just from this, the thought of this monster going in your ass scares you so much it is sexual.
He finally starts emptying his balls into your throat, taking you off his dick. He doesn't even have to ask you to swallow before you have already done so.
"Fucking whore." He said as he picked you up and threw you onto the bed. Wasting no time with taking off your clothes, literally ripping your shirt in half.
"Hey!" You yell.
"You won't be going anywhere for a while, so shut the fuck up and get on your hands and knees." He demanded unapologetically.
You do exactly as he says, wanting to get fucked by his massive cock so badly it almost hurts.
He wastes no time with foreplay, only giving you one quick kiss which was surprisingly sweet, a spank, and he was off. He plunged is dick into you, bottoming out in one quick thrust.
Tears spilled from your eyes, but you can think about that right now when he is already going full force, fucking your ass like a semi-truck, that actually would be gentler.
He has a death grip on your hips that will absolutely bruise, he also keeps spanking your ass repeatedly leaving it bright red, his teeth also leaving love bites all over your neck, but you cannot thing about any of that when he is pounding into so hard, leaving all other sensations feel like child's play.
You would say that Yoongi is only chasing his own pleasure but then he starts pumping your painfully hard dick. He also occasionally plays with your sensitive nipples, how kind.
The sounds of Yoongi's groans and skin hitting skin is nothing compared to the sound of your moans filling the room and probably the house itself, oh yeah there was a party going on.
The thing on your mind is Yoongi's hand pulling your hair, the other gripping your ass, his lips leaving light kisses and love bits on your neck, his crashing into you, and his ass deeply hitting your ass.
"God fucking dammit, you take me so well pretty boy." He complimented, waited, complemented. Did Min Yoongi himself just give you a compliment, and call you a pretty boy? What the fuck is happening.
"I'm close, I'm going to cum right into you." He stated.
He pulls you back, so your back is touching his chest and pulls you into a deep kiss. Unlike the ones earlier where it was all sexual, this felt almost loving, like the one he gave you before permanently ruining your insides.
That was all you needed before shooting ropes of cum onto the mattress. He follows suit right into you, filling your insides with hot cum.
You crash onto the mattress, completely fucked out of your mind. Yoongi gets off the bed and leaves, good riddance you think.
Until he comes back with a rag to clean you up. He tosses it and gets right into his bed with you. Yoongi pulls you up and lays your head on his chest, giving you one quick kiss on the forehead.
"Best. Present. Ever." He said.
"Happy birthday bitch."
THE END
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUGA 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳
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Axle, just so you know, that's my woman you have there, so you better act right to her
Thank youuu to my Blanca baby for giving me an idea for this! @hoodharlow 🥹💕
"Uh mom, no. That doesn't sound right."
"How come it doesn't? What's wrong with it bubs?" You asked while looking at him dumbfounded.
Axel has asked you for help for his senior project for school and since the triplets all go to an elite performing arts school, he knew he had access to the two best people to help him which were his parents.
"It sounds a little outdated in a way?"
"Well you let me know what kind of sound you want. This is your project and I'm just here to help. I'm so excited for you." You said while smiling at him. You and Jack had always given your kids the choice of what they wanted to pursue and never pushed them to go into music or performing arts. It just so happened that Autumn liked to write, Ivy liked to act, and Axel loved music and making beats.
Everything that you had suggested so far, Axel didn't like and didn't hold back with telling you how he felt about it either. You always wanted for them to express how they felt.
"I just…."
"You just what? I'm trying to make this sound unique and different but you don't like anything I'm suggesting."
"Maybe I should have asked dad." You couldn't help but to roll your eyes and right at that moment, Jack peeked his head in while eating one of your mini sweet potato pies that you tried to hide from him, but it was clear that he found your hiding spot.
"Asked me for what?"
"To help me with this."
All Jack did was give him a blank stare.
"You already have the best of the best in front of you so I'm not really understanding." He said while fully coming into the studio.
"I don't know. I just feel that me and you would vibe better." All you did was stay quiet and Jack saw the look on your face.
"Axel, if it wasn't for your mother my ass would probably still be buttering buns at Chick-fil-A so you better get it all the way together and put some respect on her name and stop downplaying how talented she is. My career definitely wouldn't have turned into what it did without her help. Last time I checked she won a Grammy for songwriter of the year and you definitely don't have one and she offered to help you which she also didn't have to do."
"I…."
"See this is the shit I was talking about. Women not being respected when it comes to the music industry and I've taught you better so you need to stop before you start to piss me off. I guarantee you would get an A on your project if you let your mom help you. But now because if it was me and I heard you say all that, I would make you do it yourself but because of the mother that you have, she's still going to help you because that's the type of person she is."
"I wasn't trying to downplay her. I know she's talented. I just want it to sound good."
"Hmm, it didn't sound like it. Baby, why did you try to hide these from me knowing that I was bound to find them?"
"Ivy told you where they were, didn't she?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
"Sorry mom, I didn't mean for it to sound like that."
"It's okay, bubs. Still want to help you."
"Hmm, my answer would have been fuck them kids."
"JACKMAN THOMAS!"
"Oh, did I say that outloud?"
"I swear you are my seventh child." You said while shaking your head.
"I mean we can go and make one. I'm not opposed."
"Ew, can we get back to the project please?" Axel said while looking between both of you.
"Axel, just so you know, that's my woman you have there, so you better act right to her. You never too old for me not to kick your…"
"Okay! Jackman, he gets it."
"Step outta line one more time and I will mop the floor with you. I'm coming back, but going to get another pie."
"You were really out here buttering buns at Chick-fil-A though?"
"Yeah, when I wasn't buttering your mother's." Jack tried to quietly say, but of course you heard him, and so did Axel.
"JACKMAN, OUT! Right now, GET OUT!"
"I…. I see why she calls you unserious all the time."
All Jack did was wiggle his eyebrows at you.
"Me and you have a date later."
"Oh goodness." Was all Axel said while you were trying not to laugh.
"Can't wait." You answered as Jack leaned down to kiss you.
"Okay, enough. I don't want to throw up my lunch."
"I… don't you have a girlfriend?" Jack asked and Axel's eyes went wide as you looked at him confused.
"DAD!"
"Oops. Well, it looks like it's a good time to tell your mom."
Axel turned to you while smiling to see your arms crossed.
"So what had happened was…."
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Pretty Please?
Rick Sanchez x Fem Reader
Summary: Summer asks you to pet sit her hamster while her family goes on vacation. Of course, you agree because you're such an amazing friend. Definitely not because you and her grandpa would have the entire house for yourselves.
Word Count: 2.0k+
TW: Intox Kink, Worship Kink, Masochism, Dumbification, Nasty Smut
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You were sitting with your friend group, eating lunch in the quad. Quite boring, the whole school seemed to be yearning for the end of the day. Summer was bragging about the ski trip her family would be leaving for, after school. In all honesty you truly couldn’t care less, happy for her, just not interested. Picking at your salad that had gone soggy as she went on and on.
“Do you think you could do me like a real solid?” she asks, resting her hand on your shoulder.
“What is it?” you asked with a sigh.
“Well, I need someone to come and feed my hamster while I'm gone. I was hoping because you're like, my best friend ever, if you would do that for me?” she asked, trying hard to butter you up.
“You want me to drive back and forth to your house to mine for 3 days?” you asked, trying to knock some sense into her.
“Oh my god obviously you can stay in my room,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully.
“Ugh isn’t your grandpa going to be there?” you asked.
“Yeah but he won’t come out of the garage. Please I’m literally begging you,” she pleaded, “What if I leave you an eighth of bud?” she whispered in your ear.
“Make it a quarter and I’ll do it,” you said, which delighted her beyond belief.
As soon as you got home, you started packing your bags. Starting to slightly regret ever agreeing to pet sitting. Folding your clothes and placing them neatly in your duffle. Suddenly it occurred to you that her grandpa would be home. Of course in front of Summer you put on a front like him being there would gross you out. When in reality every time you slept over at her house, you would find yourself staring at him. Taking in all his little details; like how far he spreads his legs when sitting on the couch. Or how his eyes dilate when he’s a little more than tipsy. Your mind started wondering about all the possibilities of how your visit would go. It wasn’t something you felt shame about. You had already made your way through all the halfway decent guys at your school. To be quite honest you’ve wanted to hookup with an older guy for a while. All the dudes you’d been with are just so inexperienced and you were tired of that.
Summer and her mom picked you up. She needed to show you around before leaving. Helping you with the bags, the two of you make your way to her bedroom. Where she gave you the weed she promised, even leaving her bong for you to smoke with. Showing you how to work the T.V and of course introducing you to Mr. Man the hamster. You laughed for a good five minutes over the name. Once she headed out with her family, you immediately started rolling up. Dumping the guts out her window, landing in Jerry’s garden, you felt bad but not really. As soon as you took a few hits off the blunt, you noticed it was strong. Giving you an intense head high, it did make you feel more relaxed. For a moment you were certainly feeling out of place. Getting bored, you start shuffling through your bag, looking for pajamas to wear. Immediately your mind went to Rick, thinking about what pare he would like the most. When you first got to the house, it felt wrong to think about him that way. After smoking, you really didn’t give a fuck. Even if Rick told Summer which is highly unlikely because.. Ew. Losing Summer’s friendship in exchange for hooking up with Rick sounded like a fair deal. You only took a couple hits off the blunt, after putting it out, you tuck it behind your ear. Making sure to stuff the lighter in your sock for safe keeping. Grabbing the hamster food, you put a couple scoops into his bowl.
“You’re such a cute little guy, i’m about to fuck your great-grandpa. Don’t tell mommy,” you baby talked to him through the glass while giggling.
Wearing a white oversize t-shirt with socks, you make your way down stairs. Hoping to run into him, the first place you checked was the kitchen. Even though you didn’t find him, it was a prime opportunity to raid the fridge. Taking a jar of pickles out and setting them on the counter before opening the freezer. Finding a dark green bottle with a white label with big X’s across it. Bringing it out and setting it on the counter with a crisp -clank- sound as the glass hit the counter. The bottle opened with a loud pop which made you giggle a bit. You brought it to your nose and immediately recoiled at the pungent aroma.
“Smells like fucking rubbing alochol,” you mutter to yourself, grabbing a cup and pouring some.
It wasn’t like you were a stranger to alcohol, you’d been drunk plenty of times. Thinking it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, you chug what you had in the cup. You truly felt like the wind was knocked out of you. The coughing and gasping was only making your chest burn more. Taking a few sips of water from the sink to help wash it down. Similar to the weed, the effects of the alcohol were coming on quick and strong. Your cheeks were flushed and you no longer were worried about appearing sober. A gasp of excitement falls from your lips as you remember the existence of the pickles. Your mouth was salivating as you pulled one out of the jar.
“What are you doing?” a rough voice rang through the kitchen from the doorway. You jump, turning around to face him.
One of the first things you noticed about him was how tall he was. Seriously, his head nearly hit the fucking ceiling. Eyes had thick, dark circles underneath them; this only added to his grumpy edge-lord vibe. He was wearing a wifebeater tank that was smudged with black soot. Shamelessly staring at the dick print on his pants.
“I'm pet-sitting for Summer,” you said, unable to hide your giggles. He started walking towards you, till he was literally less than a foot in front of you. This wipes the smile off your face, he reaches out and grabs the bottle that was sitting on the counter behind you.
“You drank this?” he asked, his breath smelled just like the bottle.
“Yeah -hiccup- sorry, but is it okay if I have another sip?” you asked while reaching for the bottle. At first, Rick held it out of your reach but then changed his mind. Taking a few swings from the bottle and then handing it to you. His hand just barely touched your chest as he gave you the bottle. Instantaneously making you wet, well.. wetter.
“If you wanna drink yourself sick that’s your choice,” he said before turning and walking back to the garage.
Not quite done shooting your shot, you follow him. Due to the room being made entirely of concrete, it was freezing. It was then that you remember how little clothing you had on.
“Out!” he called out.
“I’m scared and lonely all by myself in there, pretty please let me stay?” you asked, which made him turn towards you. You could feel the heat build in your belly as he approached.
“Awe you’re just so scared? I think it’s slightly endearing how you’re trying to play innocent but I know a whore when I see one. No offense but you’re low hanging fruit,” he said, now towering over you with a smirk on his face.
“Fuck if you don’t wanna fuck me then why are you saying these thing, making me drip down my thigh?” you asked, reaching down to hook your hand onto his belt. He smacks your hand away before responding,
“I’m a fucking god, I have queens on thousands of planets offering their ass to me on a plater. Why would I stick my dick in you?” he asked. In response you poured out some of the bottle onto the floor, right onto his shoes. At first he looked livid, like he was going to lay into you but you interrupted him,
“Oops sorry I can be so dumb at times, let me clean that for you,” you said, getting onto your knees and bringing your tongue to his shoes. Licking the alcohol off them while looking directly up to him. He chuckled, like he was humored by your actions.
“Judging by how you’re throwing yourself at me, I bet you were craving my cock for weeks. Every time you’re here I always notice you staring at me, who would’ve known you had such nasty thoughts behind those pretty little eyes,” he said, tilting his head as he watched. Taking the blunt out from behind your ear and placing it between his lips.
“May I light that for you?” you asked, pressing your cheek to his shoe, trying your best to flash your doe eyes.
He used his finger to call you up. Scrambling to your feet, you pull the lighter out of your sock. Bringing the flame to his face, admiring his features in the orange glow. He looked so powerful and strong, you wanted him to tear you apart. He blew the smoke directly into your face, you took a playful bite out of the cloud. Grabbing the bottle from you, he pours more onto his shoes. You took his hint and went back down, now licking the bitter liquid off his other shoe. Taking you off guard, he brings his other foot and presses the soul into your neck. At first you were giggling, liking the way he was degrading you. This was until he began adding more pressure onto your airway. Even as you were gasping and wheezing, you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring him. The way his jaw went razor sharp while exhaling a cloud of smoke. Watching his facial expression twist from a small smile to full on beam. Your vision was becoming blurry and a familiar burning sensation radiating in your chest.
Finally removing the pressure from your neck, coughing as you regain your full consciousness and breath. He bent down and pulled you up to your feet. A mixture of inebriation and lack of oxygen to your blood made him need to support your weight partly. He grabbed your shirt and lifted it above your head and threw it to the ground. Still slightly light headed, he grabbed your jaw so he could stare directly into your eyes. Reaching his other hand down, and feeling the wetness between your folds. You shudder and let your mouth fall open, now fully aware. He was shocked by how wet you were. Completely untouched and being treated like an absolute dog and you were still hanging on to his every touch and word. Staring at him, half-lidded and willing to take anything he gave you. This was enough to send him into a feral state. Without saying anything he picked you up and bent you over the desk. He used his foot to push your legs apart. Bringing your arms behind yourself, using your hands to spread yourself open.
“Holy shit you’re such a deranged little cocksleeve, you just eat my abuse up huh,” he said, pulling his pants down and fucking the entire length of his cock into your pussy. You cry out from him practically ripping you in half. Tears sting into your eyes and your legs that are on their tiptoes begin shaking. A mixture of moans and choked sobs spill from your mouth. He lifts your upper body from laying against his desk to being pressed against his chest. Using your throat to secure you there while whispering into your ear,
“What’s wrong slut, I thought you wanted this. You wanna stop? Maybe you can’t handle it,” he practically growled, still keeping himself fully inside you.
“No. P-please,” you cried out, willing to do anything to get friction between your bodies.
“Oh? You want me to keep tearing you apart? Beg me to,” he said, tightening his grip on your throat.
“Please, I w-want you to destroy me!” you screamed out, willing to do anything to get him fucking into you.
Once the words left your mouth, he began pounding into you at an alarming rate. Your wetness was leaking down both of your inner thighs. Letting your body go limp, letting him do whatever he wanted. He kept your back pressed against his chest, admiring your chest bouncing as he killed your pussy. Feeling you stretch and tighten around his dick was driving him crazy. It was more than your physique that was satisfying him. It was the fact that you were so horny from being at his command and control. He liked how easy you were to manipulate, how willing you were to be turned into a braindead, cock hungry zombie. Feeling his orgasm nearing, his thrusts were becoming more erratic and sloppy. Fucking into you so hard that sound was involuntarily being forced out of you with every thrust. As you begin to cum, you start panting, completely blissed out. Feeling your cunt clamp down on his cock as you rode out your orgasm sent him over the edge. Filling you with hot cum, spilling out the sides of your pussy. After the encounter you completely blacked out, passed out. He let you stay slumped over that portion over the desk. Cum still leaking out of your abused hole. Simply pushing your body over to the side slightly after pulling his pants up. Reliting the blunt and ashing onto your ass before continuing working on his latest project.
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cuddling hcs with rain, dew and swiss? 👀
-🔪 anon
yaaaasssss! i love writing some fluff 👀
❗info: gn!reader, fluff, small bean ghouls, must protect baby rain, dewdrop being dewdrop as always, swiss being the pervert he is
- probably the one who request to cuddle, rain feels safe having you near him
🌧️ rain
- no matter where you are. he wants it, he got it
- two types of cuddles: casual cuddling everytime you both are in public, that's consist in holding hands, head resting on shoulder, cozy hungs and the other type is more intimate and reserved when you are alone. specially in bed. naked
- basically you are his peluche, squeezing you tightly
- rain is sooooo touchy, his hands caress every inch
- most of the time you talk about random topic, that's because you found cuddles very intimate and sharing throughs is a fundamental part of your relationship even if you can understand each other just by a gaze
- as i said, rain seems like a cat. his nose rubbing your neck and inhale your scent
- "why you always sniff me?"
- "well, mh... you smell like home"
- you imitate him, plus placing a chaste kiss on his shoulder, he smells like home too
- music plays in background or just him begin to mumbles one and you follow him
- rain can be inappropriate too, he squeeze your body a little bit... sexual?
- not really his intention, just his nature
- rolling in the bedsheets close like two koalas and giggle together
🔥dewdrop
- this happen almost every night, after dinner rain come close to you and straightforward asks you to "cuddle naked and don't lost your time with those insensitive idiots"
- not a big fan of cuddling, initially he can be like ew gross and then yeah, yeah, if you asking so nicely
- you have to do the first move, he don't even know how to do it
- hug him and let him resting over your chest, dew secretly loves the closeness and the heat of your skin against his
- mumble how disgusting is cuddles but stays still like a rock
- not fully relaxed, he don't know where he supposed to put his hands so they are still on his figure
- want him to stop complaining and being relaxed? stroke his damn hair and dew melt like butter
- "ya know dew, you can touch me"
- "and where the fucking fuck i have to put my hands huh???"
- take his hand and place it behind your back. dew is still unsure, however he starts roaming your back gently
- humming at the sensation of your soft skin on his digits
- call him cute, blushing dewdrop for free!
- more often cuddling session but don't expect him saying out loud, he just looks at you
- you pretend to not understand make him flustered and starts to yell
- "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HUH? NO STUPID FUCKING CUDDLES? I'M WAITING"
💣swiss
- tease him about how much he actually loves cuddling and he blushing again. he also goes in self-combustion
- for swiss cuddle means inappropriate touch/make out session/vanilla sex
- imagine him jumping on the bed, laying down in a sexy pose and a rose between his teeth
- "what the fuck are you doing, sir?"
- "me, you... cuddles" *rising eyebrows up and down*
- laugh hysterically when he found out what cuddles really means and tells you he was joking
- your head resting over his buffy chest, squeezing your ass anyway cause they're calling me, he said
- caress his arms and you can see his hair rise up, swiss' skin is super sensitive
- kiss all over your face, he founds you cute and can't help by expressing with physical affections
- tangles his legs with yours
- swiss is hopeless romantic, sings love songs for you also mimicking slow dances
- take his hand and he probably starts crying, for him is equal as an i love you
- "are you crying, my black obsidian?"
- "yeah... i mean NO! hold on, are you really calling me like a gemstone?"
- hides his head on your shoulder, sobbing, how can you be so cute calling him by the way he calls you huh??????
- every time swiss spots you around he runs to you and rubs his head on your neck making you understand its cuddle time
#ghost band#ghost bc#ghost headcanons#nameless ghouls#x reader#the band ghost#rain ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#swiss ghoul#swiss army ghoul#multi ghoul#rain x reader#dewdrop x reader#swiss x reader#fluff#fluff headcanons
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RIZZLESS -
[ot7 x reader]
HOSEOK -
hobi: on a scale of one to pregnant how much do you love me
y/n: abortion
hobi: ok then
y/n: u were in my dream last night
hobi: was my fit hard?
y/n: you was cheating
hobi: real
y/n: ???
hobi: ??
anyways let’s fuck i’m so fr rn
y/n: kiss me through the phone
hobi: ft me 😍
y/n: ew no
you really think i’m gonna have esex with u rn???
hobi: ok the term esex is a REAL turn off
also why not
u not fucking with my rizz?
y/n: what rizz?
hobi: i would fight a lion for you
y/n: is that it?
hobi: is that it????
why are you acting like the lion line didn’t get you going back in the day
y/n: back in the day?? are we 65?
hobi: ur acting 65
y/n: sorry i don’t want to have phone sex
leave me alone
hobi: do you not love me
y/n: not rn no
hobi: look into my eyes baby
y/n: stop harassing me
hobi: is my game really that bad?
y/n: i’m afraid so
hobi: don’t be afraid
hoseokies got u
y/n: hoseokie?? i have never called you that in my life
hobi: ok well maybe you should start
y/n: i won’t
hobi: mannnnn :(
i’ll even call you something cute in return
what about hunnybun 💞
y/n: i’m gonna kill myself and it’s gonna be ur fault
hobi: WAIT!!!!
let me fuck first
y/n: ur insufferable
hobi: i love a woman with a big vocabulary
like yesss tell me i’m gargantuan while we fucking
y/n: ur so fucking gross
how am i with you
hobi: we are in deep deep love
y/n: i’m in a deep deep depression
hobi: that mean u freaky right?
y/n: can you leave me alone now
hobi: i love and miss you
y/n: i can tell
hobi: can you not just say you love and miss me back like wow ur so difficult why do i put up with this
y/n: we are in deep deep love!!!
hobi: u a super freak 😍⁉️
y/n: zero fucking rizz
JUNGKOOK -
jungkook: are you an apple?
y/n: no?
jungkook: because apple pie
y/n: ?
jungkook: 👍🏻
y/n: i’m lost
jungkook: so am i
y/n: are you trying to flirt with me?
jungkook: i’m sorry
pls don’t hit me
y/n: your making it real hard not to rn
jungkook: do you have the time?
y/n: no
jungkook: 4:30 pm 😉
y/n: that makes zero sense
jungkook: i have more
please baby
y/n: no
jungkook: you must be a waterfall
y/n: i am not
jungkook: wet
y/n: ew
jungkook: don’t slip
y/n: leave me alone
jungkook: do you like it
y/n: what do you think
jungkook: a little
y/n: no
jungkook: oh
y/n: yeah
jungkook: i’m so sorry
y/n: i know
jungkook: 🥹
y/n: if i could i would punch you rn
jungkook: out of love and appreciation?
y/n: i haven’t decided yet
jungkook: i get that
y/n: do you?
jungkook: 😞……
y/n: you make my brain hurt so bad
but i have to kiss you on the mouth passionately
jungkook: kiss
y/n: ur so annoying
UGH
real himbo u are
jungkook: haribo?
y/n: what?
jungkook: no
y/n: what?????
jungkook: are you butter?
y/n: ?
jungkook: smooth like 😍
y/n: are you drunk?
jungkook: no
y/n: are you sure?
jungkook: are you sure yes
y/n: what the actual fuck are you saying to me rn
jungkook: i’m trying to appear more intelligent
y/n: it is not working!
jungkook: have you liked my pickup lines so far
y/n: i wonder what it is like in your brain
truly
jungkook: me 2
y/n: what did you actually want from me kookie
jungkook: do you think i’m good at pickup lines?
y/n: lol!
TAEHYUNG -
taehyung: BRO JIMIN KEEPS SAYING I HAVE NO RIZZ LIKE HOW DOES HE THINK I PULLED YOU IS HE STUPID???????
y/n: you just called me bro?
taehyung:
my fault my amazing sunshine queen nugget honey muffin pie baked at 180 degrees for 25 minutes made with love sprinkles happiness and joy
y/n: jimin is right
taehyung: my rizz was just so out of this world good it made you think it was bad
y/n: if being delusional was a olympic sport you would have like 15 hundred gold medals by now
taehyung: that’s impossible actually
y/n: tHaTs iMpOsSiBlE aCtuALlY 🤓☝🏽
taehyung: u think ur funny
y/n: hilarious actually
taehyung: i would stab myself for you
y/n: boring
jimin would definitely die for me
taehyung: ok?? who said i wasn’t dying like god you can never let me finish
y/n: ok but jimin would of opened with i would die for you
taehyung: jimin clearly isn’t a vivid story teller like i am
i would of broken down the whole getting stabbed and dying for you storyline if you’d fucking let me
y/n: i like a man that gets straight to the point
taehyung: i love you
y/n: jimin would of kissed me
taehyung: i’m trying to flirt with u right now and ur being difficult
y/n: jimin would of done this better sighs
taehyung: i could outrizz jimin any day
y/n: outrizz? that sounds like something a 12 year old would say
taehyung: maybe i am 12
y/n: ew?
don’t say that
taehyung: do you think we would fall in love if we met when we were 12?
y/n: probably those were ur normal days
idk what happened to you after that
u really let urself go
taehyung: i ate an ant for the first time when i was 12
y/n: nvm
for the first time????
and the last i hope
taehyung: i be getting hungry sometimes
y/n: imagine how insane your fans would think you are if they saw even a day’s worth of the shit you say to me
taehyung: insanely sexy like you see me right lol 😩
y/n: fuck you
taehyung: go ahead then
fuck me
ain’t nobody holding you back
yehaw
y/n: yehaw?
taehyung: sorry the cowboy in me likes to come out sometimes
did he make you blush
y/n: seek help i’m not joking
JIMIN -
jimin: whenever i get a message from you i moan a little bit
i hope it’s the same for you
do you moan for me babe
i bet you do
u freak
yeah
i like that
y/n: wow
jimin: why are you cheating on me
y/n: ?????
where is this coming from
and how did you go from moaning at my notifications to accusing me of cheating?
jimin: so many questions not enough answers
answer me pretty
y/n: are you trying to fuck me or fight me right now
like what is going on?
jimin: you held namjoons hand yesterday
y/n: he literally fell on the floor
i helped him up
jimin: ok so?
he’s a grown man
he can get up by himself
y/n: he twisted his ankle
so no he couldn’t get up by himself
jimin: ok but a real man would of walked it off
y/n: idk what to tell u then
namjoon must have a pussy? idk
jimin: ur into that tho
u freak
y/n: what?????
jimin: i’m like real drunk rn
y/n: jimin what the hell its 11:30 in the morning???
jimin: ok?? the henny was calling me
y/n: this is real concerning baby
jimin: baby huh?
y/n: where are you rn
jimin: filming
y/n: ur filming this fucked up? be fr
jimin: ok but did you believe me for a second
y/n: not one
jimin: aw man :(
rate my back flip
y/n: what
jimin: i just did it can you rate it pls
y/n: 4/10?
jimin: wtf
you clearly don’t know anything about the art of flipping 💀
y/n: k
jimin: my backflip was majestic
y/n: i can bet you like 20k rn that you did not flip at all
jimin: looks like i’m 20k up
y/n: don’t lie to me
jimin: i’m a good liar
y/n: definitely not!
jimin: do you want to make out
y/n: no
jimin: ur loss
y/n: i’ll cope
jimin: you won’t I’m telling you baby
y/n: i’m coping
jimin: ur not i can see it in your eyes
y/n: you can’t even see me rn
jimin: i see you in my heart
y/n: thanks
jimin: yw
i’m gonna throw up now
y/n: ew
drink some water please
jimin: let me spit game rq
y/n: ok?
jimin: eye🤤
y/n: LMAOSOS WHAT???
jimin: do i have game?
y/n: absolutely not but i love the effort!
jimin: i want you so bad
be mindful 🤭
y/n: mindful?
jimin: minecraft
mini
mother
maybe
mauwjc
movement
mw
meow
mmmmm
motel
mountain
y/n: this is real sad
it’s not even 12 yet
alcoholism kills
jimin: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
y/n: you’ll get it i believe in you
NAMJOON -
namjoon: sent you money baby
y/n: ew why
namjoom: felt like it
y/n: gonna use it for evil
namjoon: what?
y/n: evil tasks
namjoon: ok be safe love 👍🏻❤️
y/n: love ur silly emojis sighs
namjoon: rizz
y/n: rizz?
namjoon: rizz
y/n: LMAO WHAT
namjoon: rizz
i just rizzed rn
y/n: EW THAT SOUNDS SO GROSS
tf you mean you just rizzed
namjoon: i have rizz
y/n: who taught you that what the hell
namjoon: i learnt it myself this time
i have rizz
am i saying this right
i think i am
rizz
you’ve been rizzed
anyways love you bye ❤️
rizz
y/n: HELPSJDJDJXJ
DON’T GO JOONIE
come back
namjoon: i am back
y/n: i would LOVE to see more of this so called “rizz” you have
namjoon: oh ok
❤️
rizz
y/n: LAMSKOSOSODODODJDJDN
is it necessary to say rizz every time?
namjoon: i think so
idk if i’m doing this right
i hope i am
it feels right
y/n: ur hearts in the right place and that’s all that matters tbh
namjoon: i’m glad
also i booked dinner for us later
major rizz 😆
y/n: UR SO SILLY
ohmygod i love you i do
namjoon: you like my rizz?
y/n: love it
namjoon: thanks cuz idk what i’m actually talking about
y/n: i can tell
namjoon: rizz is like game right?
i have game i’m a good flirt it means that right?
y/n: basically
namjoon: so is it tue?
do i have major unspoken rizz?
y/n: ew never say that again
it was cute until it wasn’t
namjoon: aw wtf :/
was i doing good?
y/n: great actually
major unspoken rizz was ur downfall
namjoon: mannnnn
i’ll never say that again
as long as i live
y/n: i’m glad
namjoon: was it a major ick? a red flag perhaps???
y/n: stop talking
SEOKJIN -
jin: ur so quiet downstairs
y/n: you want me to start beatboxing or something??
jin: would you 🥺
y/n: bye
jin: can you please come lay with me im bored
y/n: in a bit
jin: boo
y/n: i’m studying
jin: for what?
y/n: what do you want
jin: you 😋
y/n: wait
jin: woof
y/n: ??
jin: sorry you since you wanna talk to me like a dog i thought i’ll act like one
y/n: you are not trying to argue with me rn…
jin: and if i am 😚?
y/n: or worst is this ur fucked up way of flirting with me…..
jin: wow you know me so well ^^
you know i love u most when ur a little bit mad at me >.<
i’m a empath
y/n: that is not what that means
jin: ok so what
y/n: it means ur stupid
jin: you want me so bad
y/n: idk who told you that
jin: the voices
y/n: woah?
jin: do i scare you?
people say i’m a freak…
they laugh
they giggle
but ur different
you see…
me
y/n: tf are you going on about??
laugh and giggle basically the same thing ur dumb as hell x2
ur pissing me off bye
jin: BABE COME BACK
let me seduce you
y/n: lmk when the seduction starts cuz i’m not feeling what ever tf this is
jin: ok it started the moment i said woof but i get it ur a picky lady
u have standards
i respect that
hold my hand
look at me
i love you
i NEED you
y/n: fuck off kim seokjin
jin: ok tough crowd tonight lmao
ok my egos not hurt at all
in fact it’s gotten a little larger
y/n: whatever
jin: lol
y/n: ??
jin: i think being with you has made me lose my natural charm
i swear i can flirt
y/n: who told u that
that’s crazy
jin: i CAN flirt
y/n: sure
jin: like i’m really god at it
y/n: yeah!
jin: ur being sarcastic
y/n: am i?
jin: i’ll punch you
y/n: that’s not how you flirt now silly!!!!
jin: you are becoming my downfall in life
next ur gonna take my extremely good looks away from me
y/n: you got me!
jin: bitch
y/n: i don’t think i’ll come upstairs actually
jin: was my charm not good enough?
y/n: take a guess
YOONGI -
yoongi: ur eyes shine
y/n: ok
yoongi: ur hair is shiny
y/n: thanks
yoongi: ur teeth shine
y/n: ok?
yoongi: i can’t do this omg
y/n: tf was that
yoongi: i think my rizz is better when it’s unspoken
y/n: i agree cuz ur telling me THAT was rizz???
wow u suck lol
yoongi: sorry wtf
i would like to see you do better
y/n: i’ll impregnate you rn lol 😋
yoongi: yeah you can’t flirt for shit
y/n: wtf that was one of my best lines
yoongi: that almost made me do a line of coke
y/n: h-hi i k-kinda like you okay >\\\<
yoongi: ok stop
y/n: let me cook bae
yoongi: absolutely not
y/n:
shhhhhh
come here kitten
yoongi: i’m gonna throw up
y/n: you should be like that one mark lee video rn
“ur making me blush”
if i was you and you were me and you as me said that to me as you ik i (as you) would be blushing like CRAZY
yoongi: sucks ur not me and i’m not you then
y/n: it does
how i would kill for someone to say that to me…
sighsssssss
yoongi: absolutely not
ur out of ur mind
y/n: yoongiiiiiiiii
ur no fun
pleaseeeeeeeee :3
look i did ur silly face
pls oh pls oh pleaseeeeeee
:3
:3
:3
yoongi: i’m gonna block you
y/n: just one come here kitten and i’ll never ever message you again
yoongi: ur out of ur mind
y/n: for you 😍
yoongi: no
y/n: :c
yoongi: stop
y/n: :c
:c
:c
yoongi: i’m not doing it
y/n: ㅠㅠ
that’s me crying rn
as we speak
yoongi: bye
y/n: you will say it
yoongi: why do you have so many pictures of this man
y/n: why are you jealous??
dw you know ur my one and only bbg
wow my rizz out of this world
you can no longer send messages to this contact!
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a spooky tale of the night things went bump in Hawkins, the aftermath and how things had been affecting your boyfriend, Eddie months before you both were on the run.
tw: possession, ptsd, nightmares, drug use, cheating, vecna lives, mean!evil!Chrissy , mean!Eddie, a sprinkle of Steve and Dustin! yay we love them. Mike wheeler, ew! This runs the same course as season 4, I just thought it would be cool to see Eddie’s life before spring break of ‘86 and what it would be like if he had a girlfriend, you baby— that’s you!
eddie x fem! reader
“No, no!”
He could feel the razor sharp teeth sinking into his flesh, gouging his sides like butter under a hot knife. It was all too real.
It always was.
The nightmares presented around the anniversary of that day. The day you almost lost him.
You did what you always had, holding him close to your own body, pressing your lips to the plains of his shoulder blades, running the pads of your fingers over the pink marred scars delicately to remind him it was just a nightmare.
That he was safe with you.
You weren’t around when it happened. he didn’t want you down there, instead your position was right side up with erica and Lucas at the Creel House.
“I’ll be fine,” He had teased, rolling his eyes as you fretted and pouted that you couldn’t go with him. He kissed the knuckles of your right hand, those infamous dimples dipped into his cheeks, “I’ll be right back.”
Only he wasn’t right back.
He was choking on his own blood when Steve hoisted him through the gate into the disheveled remnants of the Munson trailer.
A day burned into your memory. A day he still suffered from. No matter the amount of medications he was on to help numb the nightmares.
“It's okay Eddie,” you whispered softly into his skin, “you’re here with me,”
His shoulders begin to release the tension he was holding, fist gripped hands softened as much as the guitar calluses would allow.
He shifted his weight to his other hip, facing you. His puffy eyes moved erratically trying to gain security in your face as you smiled softly at him.
His hand presses to your chest to feel your heartbeat trying to mimic his breathing to yours. He’s warm, sweaty and hair a nest around his face.
He would take it all back if he could— selling to that bitch Chrissy to make a quick buck. Running and hiding at Rick’s. Dodging your phone calls because you had been in another fight about whether or not he could just move hellfire so Lucas would be there, and why he was selling to Chrissy.
Moves and counter moves. And those 4 days, Eddie had made the worst ones.
“‘m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry.”
Years had passed and it still felt like it was yesterday. The red lightning striking behind his eyelids every night before he went to sleep, a reminder of the world that crawled with demons and creatures beneath his feet, just aching for another gate to open and make the two worlds collide.
The embarrassment hung heavy on his features, tinging his marble cheeks pink, a silvery tear fell from his grove of lashes.
Guilt riddled through him from those days, and the months leading up to it, he had no idea what was happening.
He promised Steve and the others that he wasn’t a hero, then cut the sheet and rammed through the door to give them all time.
Scoffed and told you he’d be fine then ended up laying in a puddle of his own blood, Dustin screaming for him to stay awake.
Swore to Wayne that he would graduate that year, but ended up hospital bound for months and missed graduation again.
Flashes of your face, your eyes, the sweet nectar of your lips played through his mind. Your voice was the only thing he heard, maybe it was the loss of blood that numbed him, he wasn’t sure. But one thing remained, your voice was the only thing he could hear.
“Ed please, please let me come with. I wanna be with you.”
Your relationship was hanging on by threads in March of ‘86. He had loved you for years, knew every single freckle and imperfection on your skin. He loved the way you had shown up to every concert cheering for them when the bar was silent and empty. He had been the one to teach you a little about cars when you sat on the ground beside him watching as he cranked a wrench this way or that. He knew the spots to kiss below your ear to summon the pretty noises, just for him.
You were the love of his life, and he was yours. Two outcasts finding each other and sticking like glue.
But the past year had been hard on him, he was back in school again, super senior times two, and he fell deep into the facade the town had molded him into. He was angry, feeling the weight of the heavy chip on his shoulder, the pounding ache in his skull.
It wasn’t your fault, but somehow you were the easiest to push away.
He became mean, became everything they thought he was, leaning into his reputation. And as much as he fooled the others you knew that wasn’t the Eddie you had fallen for.
The Eddie you knew was sweet. And not just a nice guy but affectionate in ways you didn’t know anyone could be.
He’d open doors for you, carry your books to class, pick you up before school and drop you off every day, even on days you worked at the bar wiping slimy tables, he’d wait for you shift to be over, tipping and whistling when you walked away, letting the whole bar know you were his girl.
He wrote mushy songs about his love for you that would make the rest of the band gag. Promising you the moon and the stars while laying out on the top of his van, Eddie was wrapped around your finger, just as much as you were around his.
November was the month she had left, and it was always tough for him, but that year it ate at him. The pain from abandonment spread like wicked vines in his chest and he lashed out at anyone who crossed him.
It hurt when he started picking fights, bickering over what songs you played in your car, tossing the tapes out the window, laughing when you got mad. It hurt worse when he ignored you all together, heated fights ending with him unplugging his phone from the wall jack, not wanting to hear your pleas.
He stopped calling, stopped staying for your shift at the bar, claiming he had something else to do. DnD and weed became his only escape, usually finding solace in your arms, your kisses, but he had outgrown them, outgrown you.
That day was the same as any other Friday.
He had picked you up for school, wearing his hellfire shirt and greeting you with a sleepy smile and a morning cigarette, one he had inhaled and held while he pressed his lips to yours, only breaking away and pushing the smoke from his lungs and into yours when they were screaming.
“You look pretty, who’s the lucky guy?”
It was a running joke between you, but somehow the joke fell flat when it was rumored that Chrissy Cunningham was seeking him out.
you blew the smoke between your lips and settled into the velour seats of his van, “oh just some curly haired metal guy, always wears the old leather jacket we found in Indianapolis three years ago, super good lookin’ kind of a dick, lately.”
He scrubs his hands down his face, “c’mon babe don’t start this shit again.”
You were still hurting from your argument last night, he just couldn’t understand how it was a big deal that Chrissy seeked him out to do special k with her, at his trailer, alone.
“I’m not starting anything, I just think her intentions are more than getting high.”
“It’s an easy sixty bucks, triple what it’s worth— I’d be stupid to turn it down.”
“Or just stupid to do it.”
The two of you had argued for hours over this, ending the phone call with a slam into the receiver on Eddie’s end. And tear stained pillows on yours.
Crazy to think now how that was what was killing you, your boyfriend who was pushing you away.
You were so naive, then. Not knowing that within a day's time, Chrissy would be found dead in Eddie’s trailer and he would be missing. And whatever her intentions truly were wouldn’t matter.
“No need to apologize,” you whispered into the dark, fingers moving his bangs from his face.
He pulled away, reaching for the lamp on his side table and pulling his knees to his chest. “Thought I was past this shit.”
“Your doctor said the possibility of them coming back is higher than them leav—”
“I know—” he barked, rubbing the heel of his palm into his eye, “sorry, fuck I’m tired of it— it’s been six years!”
-
After Hellfire was over, Eddie paid Mike to make sure you got home safe, which led to you throwing the velvet bag of dice at his chest, demanding answers.
“So I’m not allowed to be at your place when she’s there?!” your finger nails dug into your jeans as your hands pressed into your hips.
“Oh here we go—“ Eddie breathed out annoyed, “it’ll take a half hour, tops.”
“so since it won’t be that long it shouldn’t be a problem for me to be there when Chrissy and her skanky ponytail show up, right?”
“Well, I’m driving her there.”
You almost laughed in his face at his hurtful joke, but when he peered down at you, you knew his dimples wouldn’t show up and he’d tickle your sides kissing you frantically and laughing.
He was serious.
Driving that cheap tramp to his place, making a sale, doing k and then what? You could see the web she was stringing along, and you knew he did too. He was just playing dumb.
“.. wow munson, (a name you only called him when you were mad) hope she swallows.”
Rolling his eyes he muttered, “Jesus Christ sweet—”
“Don’t sweetheart me!” You said shoving his chest with all your might, he didn’t even tip back onto his heels. “You can use the sixty dollars to pay for your new script when you catch something.”
“Grow up, it’s not like that,” he grumbled, blowing you off and walking away from you.
“Really?” You chirped, following him to the back of his van, “tell me what it is like then, because last time I checked- I didn’t have guys over at my house without you.”
“It’s just a sale,” he gritted through his teeth, slamming the back of the van door, “don’t fucking pretend like you weren’t doing the same shit before we started fucking.”
That was exactly your point. And the fact that he could say it and not even bat an eye or see what her intentions were was fucking insane.
Your tongue pressed into your cheek and you ripped his guitar pick necklace from your neck, and threw it as his reeboks, “fuck you.”
Stomping over to Nancy Wheeler’s station wagon, you hopped in the passenger seat.
“Drive Wheeler.”
“Huh?” Mike said confused and nervous that he was the one to drive you home.
“Fucking drive!”
-
Whatever could have or would have happened between Chrissy and Eddie never did, she was dead within ten minutes of being at the trailer.
And Eddie fled, making a pit stop to grab the only thing important to him, the only one who would believe him, you.
You had never seen him like that before. His eyes were wider than they ever were. At first you thought he was fucked up on some bad shit, maybe Chrissy convinced him to do some coke or even worse.
“Aww the princess wouldn’t put out?.” You seethed before attempting to slam the door in his face, he caught it with a thick hand and shoved his way in.
His face was ghost-white pale, eyes wide and scary like he was a little kid and witnessed a true monster lurking beneath his bed.
“Shut up, we have to— c’mon,” he grabbed your wrist and drug you up the stairs to your bedroom, once there he began opening up your drawers and tossing clothes onto your bed.
“What the hell are you doing?” you protested, trying to stop him from ripping your entire room apart.
“I can’t,” and this was the first time you saw your boyfriend break, he was always strong, holding you when your own mom left with her many boyfriends, brushing your tears away at the end of a sad movie, but here he was, tears stinging his eyes, crying while he held a combination of his clothes that you kept in your dresser and yours. “…can’t explain— right now, please baby, fuck please! Help me!”
you did as you were told, opting to ask questions later, you nearly tripped down the stairs with how hard Eddie was dragging you behind him, he stopped in the kitchen and grabbed the first food items he could think of, and thirty seconds later you were in his van, watching him wipe tears from his eyes as he sped through town.
—
He had never told you the most frightening part of his nightmare, and it wasn’t the bats or vecna or the way he felt like he was suffocating. Or Chrissy’s body snapping like a fucking twig under a bears claw, it was worse than all of that.
“It’s the same thing over and over again,” Eddie said between puffs of a cigarette, your warm hand rubbing his back like you always did on bed nights, “I’m lying there almost dead, and I can see Henderson, feel the bats teeth, but…”
“It’s okay Eddie, it was traumatizing— but you’ve come a long way, and I’m so proud of you.”
The truth is what scared him the most.
-
“You’re scaring me Eddie,”
“Yeah- well I’m pretty fucking scared right now too, I have no idea what I— fuck I’m losing my mind.”
His foot was pressed flush with the floor, no time for stop signs.
“Just tell me what happened so I can help!” you yelled, unable to calm yourself out of fright.
He turned to look at you and you swore he aged 10 years, “She’s fucking dead, I don’t know how, I don’t know why. She flung into the air like a fucking squirrel or some shit and then she- she, and then she snapped.”
“She snapped? Like she went crazy? Like a witch?”
“What? No, not like a witch! She snapped like her bones fucking snapped and then she fell to the ground and she was— dead.”
“Jesus.”
“We need to hide, it won’t take very long for someone to notice there’s a dead bitch in my living room.”
—
“You were right.”
“What?”
“She— Chrissy, she wasn’t there that night to buy from me. I didn’t, I swear to you, I had no idea.”
“It was so long ago Eddie, it doesn't matter now.”
“It does..”
-
“I wanna be with you.”
Running from the cops, finding out about the upside down and helping your new found friends discover vecna and his curse still couldn’t stop you and Eddie from bickering.
He was pissed that you had dove in the water after Robin and Nancy, even more pissed when you resurfaced and found you helping Nancy wrap up a badly bleeding Steve.
You were mad that he ate all the honey comb back at Rick’s before you even woke up, leaving you with a rumbling stomach and a growing hatred for him.
And worst of all, you were still upset that you were both in this mess. Imagine if he had just listened to you and Chrissy would have died at her own house or better yet at Jason’s. You and Eddie wouldn’t be reeking like an ogre’s armpits and your socks and underwear wouldn’t be soggy.
And now he didn’t even want you with him.
“I’ll be fine,” he said with an eyeroll, his chin dipping into the green vest, “I’ll be right back.”
-
Chrissy didn’t come over for drugs, the minute her door slammed in the van she was all over him, rubbing his thigh and walking her nails up his chest.
It felt good to be wanted by someone else. He wouldn’t deny it. He felt like you were his past and he wanted something new, something… more.
Someone like Chrissy Cunningham.
She wasn’t prettier than you were, but she was cute, and he had a crush on her for as long as he could remember.
Plus, her boyfriend was the biggest asshole in all of Hawkins High so how great would it be to find out his girlfriend was cheating on him with the freak?
He thought of you.
His girl.
Your smile, your witty little jokes, the way your curves felt in his hands, how you were the first girl to actually give a shit about him.
He loved you, goddamn he fucking loved you.
He started second guessing everything that was happening. Suddenly Chrissy’s nails felt like talons and her perfume smelled like rancid rotting fruit, he pushed her away in disgust, and her eyes flickered a sinister shade of milky blue.
But before anything could happen, before her lips could even touch his, and before he could tell her to get out and find another way home, she was dead.
—
Blood was fountaining from his mouth, he made Dustin promise to take care of the others. And before Dustin could beg him to stay, he heard your voice. Pretty and musical,
Eddie bear.
You had called to him like an angel.
My sweet sweet Eddie, how fucking dumb are you?
He couldn’t get away from it, he tried to focus on Dustin’s voice but it was no use.
I’m glad you’re dying, you worthless fuck. Now you can lie with that whore, forever.
—
“I— I know it was Vecna, but it— fuck baby it’s your voice.”
You didn’t cry easily, not anymore. But the tears hit the tops of Eddie’s bare shoulder before you can catch them. And you sob into his neck.
“I love you, sweet girl— I’m sorry I’m so sorry.”
It wasn’t a secret how much you didn’t like Chrissy, even now when she’s been buried for years you still couldn’t forgive her.
You had heard what her plans were when you were stacking paint supplies for Ms. Greenly in the supply closet earlier that week. Her locker was right next tk the closet door snd you could hear everything she was saying.
She was talking to Carol about her plans of seducing Eddie, how he had become so hot this past year, how Jason wasn’t filling her needs anymore. But maybe if she got under some trailer trash like Eddie— it would help her appreciate how good she had it.
She had just wanted to use him for her own benefit, using the fact that he had liked her years before to win him over.
“Plus,” she added, “have you seen the dog he’s dating? Barf.”
You may pried open her locker after that, and you might have poured red paint on her Pom poms. But it wasn’t anything she didn’t deserve.
Eddie never told you about what he heard when he was fighting for his life that night.
-
You had cried so hard when Steve rolled up to the creel house and hollered for you to get in, Eddie was sprawled in the back nearly dead. You jumped in beside him, holding his head in your hands and asking a frantic Dustin what had happened.
The rest of the days were a blur. Eddie was stable but in extreme amounts of pain. Feeling guilty that he was the one to come back and Max was still in a coma, bones shattered like Chrissy’s were.
You rarely left, visiting every hour you could and sharing Eddie’s hospital bed.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m so fucking sorry,” he repeated it almost every hour, you thought it was for him almost dying and refusing to let you come with, but now you understood.
Six years has passed and you both left Hawkins the week after he was cleared from the hospital. Both unable to stomach the idea of staying in a town that quite frankly was formed on the hubs of hell.
Hawkins was your home, but it was filled with toxic memories. Ones that you and Eddie had put behind you, ones that never got brought up.
You were in love again, no longer fighting, promising to be together until you were both old and gray. Eddie was the same boy you fell in love with in the band room years before, sweet as can be. Your hero.
And maybe it was Vecna’s curse brewing that wedged between you and Eddie to begin with. Vecna saw that he was valuable, much more use to him as a leader among an army of the undead than just an undead soldier.
That was Will’s theory at least, explaining why Eddie was distancing himself, why his head hurt all the time why he became so mean and vile, and why he was driving you away.
Vecna acted through Chrissy, taunting and teasing him, coming into his dreams and promising him power, riches, and companionship.
The nightmares were like a ticking clock, acting on the same four chimes as Vecna worked, four nights of hell for not obeying his orders, for not joining him.
For now, he waited in the shadows. He’d wait for however long it took. Waiting for his right hand Kas, to return.
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Ticket for One
Sequel to One is the Loneliest Number, One on One, One Little Thing, Only One I See, One Thing Leads To Another, One Message Waiting, One Day Closer to You, I’m the Only One, Plus One
Warnings: none, Professor Steve (that’s a warning in itself)
The screening is busier than you expect. The event is set up in the auditorium, rows of chairs lined up and the smell of popcorn from the stand just outside wafting in. Jake leads you along the middle of the seats and stops.
“How about here, not too close, not too far,” he asks as he turns and examines the plastic chairs, not ideal for nearly a two hour movie.
“Sure,” you unzip your coat and put your purse on the seat in front of you, “I’m good right here.”
You take off your coat and hang it over the plastic back rest. You take a deep breath, basking in the buttery scent, “I can’t help myself, you want some popcorn?”
“My treat,” he insists.
“Nah, I got it. You got us the tickets, least I can do is pay for my extra butter,” you grin and grab your purse, “I’ll be back, okay?”
“I can come with you, I don’t think anyone would take our seats–”
“Really, it’s cool… I’m kinda wanting to scope out the candy,” you confess guiltily.
“Ah, you a milk duds girl or maybe… licorice? Red vines?”
“Actually, I’m a Twizzlers girl,” you counter.
“Ugh, ew, Twizzlers!?”
“Shhh,” you hit his arm, “right, I’ll get the snacks and you save our seats. I mean it, any pretty girls come up tryna barter mine off you, just keep your eyes forward.”
“Pretty girls? I only got eyes for one.” Your cheeks burn as he looks away bashfully, his own glowing as if he can’t believe what he said, “I mean, yes, ma’am, I will be here,” he sits, “waiting for you.”
You can’t help but giggle before you spin on your heel. It’s definitely a date. Inez is going to tease the fuck out of you. Especially when she finds out you ditched her to watch some old 1970s horror comedy with the biggest nerd she knows. Well, that’s not true, you’re the biggest nerd she knows.
You go back out into the hall and join the zigzagging queue for the popcorn stand manned by the movie buffs who run the film club. You keep your purse hooked over your elbow as you take out your phone and scroll mindlessly as you move with the line before you. As you get closer, you’re jostled slightly and you turn around to see what’s going on as another coed pushes through as he escapes with his bucket of kernels.
“Oh, hey,” Steve startles you as he steals your attention from the aimless student, “I wasn’t sure that was you, you had your face in your phone.”
“Oh, hi, Professor,” you peek around, “I… I didn’t think faculty came to these sorts of things.”
“Well, you know, I got a buddy, he helps out with the film club,” he checks his watch, “you know him, Professor Barnes. Well, he’s late.”
“Ah, makes sense,” you turn back and follow the slow progress to the counter.
“And you? You’re here with Inez?”
“Um, no, she’s working on a paper,” you say evasively, eyeing the single bag of Twizzlers left in the case.
“So you’re here alone?”
“No, I’m… I’m with a friend,” you squint, tearing your attention from your growling stomach.
“Hm,” he grumbles, “have you seen the movie before? It’s a classic.”
“Oh, yeah, one of my faves,” you assure him, “Gene Wilder’s hilarious.”
“I figured, you’re a Shelley fan,” he smiles but it falls quickly as he shifts and reaches into his pocket. He takes out his phone and tuts, “well, looks like I’m going stag tonight…” he stares at the screen, “buddy’s got something going on with his… girlfriend. She’s got, um, she’s got some issues– she’s nice though but, uh, yeah.”
“That’s too bad,” you frown, “but hey, you won’t even notice once the movie starts.”
“Sure, you’re right,” he says, “you know, I was just looking forward to… not being by myself. This time of year, I tend to lock myself up in my office like a hermit.”
You nod and give a sympathetic hum. You can’t imagine how busy it is for professors. You never really thought of it before but you suppose they have just as much work as the panicking students.
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” you twist around, “oh, my turn.” You step away and nearly squeal as you see the licorice still in place, “ooh, can I get those Twizzlers,” you chime, and two popcorns, and, uh, oh shoot, um, two cokes.”
As the girl behind the counter gets your order, you take out your card and wait patiently. You sense Steve not far behind you, a twinge of pity as you see him step up a few feet away to get some popcorn. You pay and balance your haul in your arms, hugging the popcorn and Twizzlers to your sides as you hold the cups.
You hear Steve thank the server as you step away. You pause and look back, his eyes on you, a reluctance. Dammit, you feel bad. He looks even more pathetic with his single popcorn and bottle of water.
“Hey, you wanna sit with me and my friend?” You wait for him just along the edge of the queue, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
“Oh, he wouldn’t?” He asks doubtfully.
“Yeah, yeah, it should be cool, the more the merrier right?”
“As long as I’m not imposing,” he says hesitantly, “thanks.”
“Well, it’s too bad Professor Barnes couldn’t make it,” you tilt your head.
You turn back and continue on with the flow of students into the auditorium. You peer around and find Jensen among the rabble. You lead Steve down the center aisle and sidle your way towards your date. Or friend. You kind ruined it.
“Hey,” you say as he stands and takes one of the drinks from you, “I hope you don’t mind, I ran into Professor Rogers.”
“Uh, no,” Jensen says, “that’s cool.” He takes a popcorn and you barely keep the licorice from falling, “hi,” he nods at Steve, “I’m Jensen.”
“Rogers,” he counters, “she just said that, sorry.”
You sit in unison, stiffly as an awkward silence forms a bubble around you in the din of the auditorium. You put your popcorn between your legs and sip your drink before hiding it behind the foot of the chair. You tear open the licorice greedily.
“Dessert first? I didn’t take you for the rebellious type,” Jensen kids.
“Oh and what type do you take me for?” You snicker.
“The Twizzlers type, I guess,” he chides, “I’m still… surprised by that one. I thought you had better taste.”
“Well, I’m here with you, aren’t I?”
You laugh and he joins in. You feel a shift at your other shoulder, “damn, you’re the one who got the last package,” Steve says, “I love Twizzlers.”
“Oh? You want one?” You offer, turning back and holding out the open bag.
“You don’t mind?”
“Of course not, I won’t be able to eat it all and this bozo is a Red Vines guy.”
“You mean I have class,” Jensen snips.
“Sure, Jens, if that’s what you wanna call it.”
Steve slides out a Twizzler as he gives an awkward smile. You feel bad. He must feel so out of place with the two of you. You feel worse for Jake, he probably thinks you’re using the professor as a buffer. It’s all a bit confusing, if not a little disappointing.
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