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mollysolo · 1 year

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The Tattoo Artist and The Florist

Pairing: tattoo artist!modern!Eddie Munson X florist!fem!Reader

Summary: You get a tattoo done by an artist that is new to the city.

Warnings: Nervousness, mentions of numbing cream, Eddie using pet names with the reader (sweetheart, princess, pretty girl, etc), kissing, flirting, pining, love confession, friends(ish) to lovers, Eddie and the reader are both 24, mentions of the reader not wearing a bra at one point, some parts are a little cliche lol, mentions of the reader and Eddie having sex

Word Count: 7.1k

a/n: this is literally the longest one shot i’ve ever written but i hope y’all like it lol

the gif below does not belong to me

Over the past couple years since you initially opened up your flower shop, you had gotten a handful of tattoos. There were a few on both of your arms as well as one on the upper part of your back between your shoulders.

You had a new piece in mind and while you were deciding what artist you wanted to contact to do this piece, Eddie seemed to appear out of nowhere.

You met him when he came into your shop for the first time. He had asked if you could suggest some flowers to him that would look good in the windows of the new tattoo shop he had opened a few days prior.

And even from that very first interaction, you couldn’t get him out of your head. He was just so alluring and caused you to feel like you could easily talk to him everyday for the rest of time.

He had walked into your shop with a curious look in his brown eyes, wearing a denim vest that looked well loved over a leather jacket. His long hair was pulled back into a low bun at the nape of his neck, exposing the couple of tattoos that resided there. You could also see the rose he had tattooed on the back of his right hand.

He looked around for a few moments, then met your gaze, a shocked look slowly taking over his features as he stared into your eyes. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And he couldn’t help but admire your beauty as well as the tattoos on your arms that were currently on complete display.

You smiled at him, encouraging him to walk over to where you were standing behind the counter, “Hi! How can I help you?” you asked him, a friendly tone to your voice.

He smiled back at you, his eyes quickly leaving your face to look at your name tag. And when he looked back into your eyes, he felt himself growing nervous for the first time in a long time.

“Hi.” he said, hoping you didn’t notice the way his adams apple had just bobbed in his throat, you had and you already felt like this man was starting to drive you crazy. He was just so enchanting, you wanted to learn more about him as soon as possible.

“I just opened up a tattoo shop and I was wondering if you could suggest some flowers I could use as decoration?” he asked while he weakly smiled at you, still looking a little nervous. But you didn’t mind his nervousness, you thought that it made him cuter.

“Sure! What does the inside of your shop look like? I wanna get an idea of what your shops colors are that way the flowers I pick out for you actually go well with shop.” you said as you pointed at him for a second, a soft chuckle leaving your lips as you finished talking. You were feeling a bit nervous as well.

He smiled again when he noticed how nervous you were as well, “Thanks, sweetheart.” he replied as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, that pet name making your cheeks blush.

“Of course.” you answered, hoping he didn’t notice how much you were blushing right now, but he did.

Eddie then started to explain to you what the inside of his shop looked like. It was mostly black from the front to the back with exposed brick that was painted white around the windows in the shop.

You softly nodded while he explained all of this to you, paying attention to what he had to say but also admiring the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his shop.

Once he was done explaining, you then walked around the counter and beckoned Eddie to follow you to a specific part of your shop. And as he followed you, he took note of the tattoo on the upper part of your back that he could only see a part of as you were wearing a tank top.

“I like your tattoos by the way…” he said while he pointed to the one on your left forearm, trailing off as a way of prompting to you to tell him your name even though he already knew it because of your name tag.

You smiled at the sound of this sweet compliment falling from his soft looking lips and looked down at the one he was pointing at, “(y/n)! And thank you! Speaking of, I’ve actually been looking for an artist to do a new piece I had in mind. Maybe I’ll have to check out your work.” you replied, winking at him as you spoke the last sentence of your statement.

He smiled once more as he ducked his head away from you little bit, “I’m Eddie.” he answered, practically shining as bright as the sun as a result of the fact that you possibly wanted to get tattooed by him.

The thought of possibly getting to tattoo you, caused goosebumps to appear on his arms. He would actually get to touch you for a while if he ended up being the artist you went with. This particular possibility made him get somewhat lost in his thoughts and made him realize that he had no idea what he was going to do now that he knew you.

Not long after you and Eddie had introduced yourselves to each other, he followed you back up to the register and happily paid for the bright colored flowers you had picked out for him.

You were so caught up in staring at this beautiful man and admiring his intoxicating personality that you had completely forgotten to ask what his tattoo shop was called.

He was just about to leave your shop when you called out for him, “Wait! Eddie!” you loudly said, prompting him to turn around right away, his eyes a little wide and his eyebrows raised while he waited for you to speak again.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he answered, making you blush again as you tried to get out the question you had for him. You felt like your whole body was on fire all because of these pet names.

“Before you go, I was just wondering if you could tell me the name of your tattoo shop?” you asked, your own eyebrows now raising as well while heat remained in your cheeks.

He grinned at your interest in his work, “It’s called Corroded Coffin Tattoo’s and Odditorium. It’s pretty close to here actually.” he told you, a smile still on his face.

He watched you as you wrote down the name of the shop, painfully aware of the lovesick look in his eyes, “Got it!” you replied as you looked back up at him from the notepad on the counter.

“See you around, princess.” he said as began to back out of the store while you waved goodbye.

You would definitely be seeing Eddie again very soon, already knowing deep down that he was probably the artist you’d end up picking. You wanted to get the time to get to know him better, muster up the courage to ask him out on a date and hopefully he would say yes.

You also secretly hoped that he would beat you to it and ask you out first as a result of how nervous he made you feel.

All you wanted in this moment was for him to like you as much as you liked him, but judging by that look in his eyes, he already did. And you were right, Eddie already liked you more than you could ever know.

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Later that evening after you had closed your shop and gone home for the evening, you opened Instagram on your phone while you were lounging in your bed and typed the name of Eddie’s shop into the search bar. It ended up being the second result and you clicked on it right away, anxious to see more of Eddie.

At the top of the account, there were intro posts for Eddie and the other two artists that worked there. You soon found out that these other artists were named Robin and Will. In each intro post, besides a photo of the artist, there were also photos of some of the work they’ve done so far.

And when you got to Eddie’s post, you were absolutely amazed at his talent. Every tattoo he had done that was shown in this post looked incredible, unconsciously solidifying your decision of what artist you were going to contact about the new piece you wanted to get done.

This was your chance to see him again and get a new tattoo, so you emailed the shop as requested in their bio and asked to set up a consultation with Eddie for whenever he’s able to. After all, your flower shop was pretty close to his own shop and summer was starting to end. So you knew your shop wouldn’t be as busy as it was during the spring and early-mid summer.

Eddie emailed you back about ten minutes later, telling you that you could come over for the consultation that following morning at 11am. You replied ten minutes later — not wanting to see too excited to see him again — telling him that this sounded good and that you’d be there.

You both fell asleep that night with gentle smiles on your faces, excited that you would get to see each other again so soon. Even though all you knew about one another were your names and what the other person did for a living. But you didn’t care, you just liked liking someone in this way and hopefully having that person like you in that way as well.

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In the morning, you got up at 7am, deciding to have your shop open for a little while before you headed over to your consultation. You couldn’t get rid of the excited feeling that coursed through you, Eddie made you feel exhilarated and you never wanted to let go of that feeling.

You put on your favorite outfit and made sure you looked presentable enough before you left your apartment.

And before you knew it, it was now time for your consultation. So, you closed your shop for now and walked the short distance to Eddie’s shop. Even from the outside, it looked very inviting, making some of your nerves go away, for now.

Upon entering, you were greeted by a tall man with perfectly styled brown hair and large biceps. “Hi, I’m Steve! Welcome to Corroded Coffin Tattoo’s and Odditorium! How can I help you?” he politely said with a smile on his face.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could actually say anything, Eddie walked out from where his station was. This time, he was wearing a tank top, showing off all of the tattoos on his muscular arms and his hair was down. He looked absolutely gorgeous this up close.

He looked happy to see you there while he continued to walk up to you, “Ah! My favorite customer.” he said while he theatrically gestured towards you with his hands, making you laugh while butterflies fluttered around in his stomach. Even your laugh was beautiful.

Your laughter calmed down seconds later, “You haven’t even tattooed anything on me yet.” you jokingly said, causing Eddie to laugh with you, his laughs clearly sounding a little awkward. But you didn’t mind this, knowing how it felt to get to know someone you liked.

Eddie then placed one of his large hands on the small of your back and led you over to his station. You felt as if your body was on fire again with his hand on your back. And once the two of you reached his station, he motioned for you to sit down on the black leather table.

“Alright, pretty girl. What were you thinking of getting? Tell me all about it.” he said as he grabbed a clipboard with some paper already on it, a pen and sat down in a swivel chair right next to you.

Hearing Eddie call you yet another sweet pet name caused heat to sprint up to your cheeks once more. This man barely knew you and he was already easily able to make you feel all flustered. Which you liked about him.

You then softly set your hands down in your lap and started to explain your idea to him, “I wanted to get an iris flower tattooed on the right side of my ribs. Mostly because of all the things it symbolizes.” you answer and while you spoke to him, his eyes were constantly on you, only looking away for a few seconds to write down some notes.

And once you were done explaining your idea, his eyes were filled with a look of pure admiration for you. He felt completely baffled by you and the way your mind works.

His eyebrows raised a little, “What does it symbolize?” he asked you while he subtly scooted closer to you in his chair.

You smiled at him, happy to hear that he was actually interested in learning about a flower, “It symbolizes hope, wisdom, courage and admiration.” you told him, making his cheeks turn a light pink.

He then nodded in understanding, set his notebook down and turned around to face his laptop so that could quickly google the flower, now feeling the urgent need to see what it looked like. His eyes widened in amazement once the first photo results popped up.

His jaw dropped a little bit before he spoke to you again, “It’s so beautiful, it’ll suit you perfectly.” he muttered, mostly to himself, as he slowly began to turn to face you again.

Hearing him say such a sweet thing to you again caused goosebumps to appear on your arms while your face broke out into a smile and you let out a soft chuckle. You liked being around Eddie, he made you feel safe, seen, liked and that only made your feelings for him blossom even quicker.

He then shook his head for a second and looked up at you with a soft smile on his face, “Anyway, could I get your number? S-so that I could let you know when I’m done designing the tattoo.” he asked you, hoping that he didn’t come off as creepy or anything.

You simply nodded in response and reached over Eddie to grab the pen he had been using earlier, making Eddie swallow thickly, his adams apple bobbing in his throat again. He already felt so drawn to you and he promised himself that he would ask you out once your tattoo was done and you were no longer his client.

You pulled Eddie out of his thoughts just a moment later while you offered your hand to him, encouraging him to put his hand that didn’t have a tattoo on the back of it in your own hand.

He tried to not look so flustered as you held his hand in yours and wrote your number down on his skin. You saw right through these attempts, but you understood why he was feeling this way as you felt just as nervous anytime you interacted with him. You were just a little better at hiding how nervous and flustered he made you feel.

And once you had finished writing your number down, you handed the pen back to Eddie and started to stand up. You took a few steps away from him then stopped in your tracks and looked at him over your shoulder.

“I’ll see you around, pretty boy.” you said with another pretty smile before leaving his shop.

He awkwardly smiled back at you, “I’ll see you around, petal.” he replied, making you feel a bit flustered once again.

Petal, no one had ever called you that before, it was nice and made you feel pretty. You hoped that Eddie would call you this particular pet name more often.

And while you walked back to your own shop, you also hoped that you would see Eddie more from now on, even once he finished your tattoo. You wanted him in your life more than anything else but didn’t want to come off as too much. So you decided to hold yourself back for a little longer.

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A few days later after you had finished helping a customer, you received a text from Eddie telling you that he was done designing your tattoo and that you could come in the following morning for your first appointment. He had also told you that this tattoo would take two sessions. One for line work and the other for coloring and a little shading.

You had been itching for an excuse to see Eddie again ever since your consultation with him and you were happy that tomorrow would be your chance.

In your response, you told him that this plan sounded great and you would be there, ending your text with an emoticon heart.

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The next morning when you were getting ready, you put on an old tank top that you didn’t mind ruining, a pair of shorts with your company’s logo on them, tied your hair back, grabbed a tote bag filled with the things you’d need then headed out for the day.

You had a good feeling about this tattoo and Eddie, your strong feelings for him continuing to blossom within you while you deeply thought about him on the drive over to his shop.

And just fifteen minutes after you initially left your apartment, you parked in the small parking lot next to Eddie’s shop and swiftly got out of your car and started to walk towards the shop once you had turned your car off.

When you walked into the shop, tote bag at your side, you could hear Metallica faintly playing throughout the shop and just seconds after you entered the shop, Steve greeted you again. The comforting atmosphere of the shop made your nervousness go away once more, but you knew that it would be right back once you went to Eddie’s station.

“He’s back there.” Steve said with a polite smile as pointed over to where Eddie’s station was, incase you forgot. But you didn’t know if you ever could forget anything you knew about Eddie so far, he had already began to take up place in your heart after all.

The second you got to his station, you poked your head in and made him aware that you had arrived for your first session, “Eddie?” you softly said, still being loud enough that he could hear you but hopefully not loud enough to the point where you’d end up startling him.

He had been preparing the stencil for your tattoo when you said this, causing him to almost drop it while he let out a yelp of surprise. You chuckled at how easily startled he seemed to be, it was cute.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” you said, still laughing a little while you started to walk farther into the station.

He shook his head at you and smiled while he set the stencil down on the small cart he had next to the leather table in his station. “It’s alright, petal. Go lay down for me.” he said, letting out a soft laugh of his own while he pointed towards the table.

You smiled back at him and walked over to the chair, laying down on your left side. You were glad that this new nickname had stuck. And once you had gotten comfortable in that position, you rolled up your tank top so that the right side of your ribs was exposed.

When Eddie saw this part of you for the first time, he let out a soft gasp. You heard this right away even though you weren’t facing him, “What? Have you never seen a woman’s ribs before?” you joked, clearly teasing him.

He didn’t respond as he didn’t want to make a fool of himself. But in reality, nothing he could say to you would make him seem like a fool from your point of view.

He first put on a pair of black gloves then cleaned and applied numbing cream to where the tattoo would be going, as you had requested during your consultation, trying to ignore the fact that seeing that you were not wearing a bra had made his cheeks bright red. And while the numbing cream started to work, he placed the stencil on you and let you get a look at it in a nearby mirror to make sure you liked the placement.

“I love it.” you told him, causing Eddie to nod while a love sick look filled his brown eyes again. He removed the stencil ten minutes later, making sure that it had been on your skin long enough. Which it had been.

Eddie then set up the tattoo gun and got to work just monents later. And while he started to go over the lines of the design, the two of you talked and started to get to know each other better.

You were more similar than you both thought. You both grew up in a small town, you were both raised by someone who wasn’t your parent and you also shared a few interests. Such as, music, books and drawing.

As you learned more about each other, you both had a moment where you realized that you were falling in love with the other person. And while love is scary, neither of you were scared of falling in love with one another. You welcomed that feeling with open arms.

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By the end of this first session, it was 3pm and Eddie had wrapped up your tattoo. And while he did this, you began to feel sad because you didn’t want to leave Eddie yet. And little did you know, he didn’t want you to leave either. But at the same time, neither of you wanted to seem clingy so early into whatever this was.

So he asked you a question he had planned to put off a little longer, “I know your still one of my clients, but I really really like you, (y/n). Would you maybe wanna go out to dinner, with me, tomorrow evening?” he asked you while he looked at you with slightly widened eyes. He hoped that you would say yes and that he hadn’t just embarrassed himself in front of you.

“Yes, I would love to go out to dinner with you. I really like you too, Eddie.” you said with a bright smile on your face, sensing some of his nervousness. It was sweet to you that such an attractive and intimidating looking man was nervous about asking you out.

And within seconds, the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face appeared, “Great! I’ll uh pick you up tomorrow at 7pm, if that works with you?” he suggested, his eyebrows raising in anticipation yet again.

You nodded, “Yeah, that sounds great.” you told him, causing that love sick look to reappear in his pretty eyes.

And after you said that, you were feeling a bit bold so you got onto your tippy toes and pressed a quick kiss to his left cheek. You then sent a wave his way while you started to walk away from him, admiring how red his cheeks had gotten all because of you.

But before you could get too far, he gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist that was closest to him, pulling you closer to him. He had originally planned to return the sweet action and press a kiss to your cheek, but his aim was off because of how giddy you had made him feel and he accidentally kissed the corner of your lips. Which made you both laugh for a few moments while your cheeks blushed.

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The following evening after you had checked on your tattoo, you began to get ready for you and Eddie’s first date. You desperately hoped that this one would be the first of many.

You first put on your favorite dress, it was a dark color and was long enough to almost completely cover your legs. You then applied the style of makeup you thought accentuated your features perfectly.

And by the time you had walked over to your front door to slip your shoes on, a simple purse hanging from your right shoulder, someone knocked on your door. You took a deep breath, smiled to yourself and looked at yourself in the small mirror you had hanging close by in your living room one more time before you went to open the door.

Eddie’s eyes blinked multiple times very quickly as he stood there in front of you and processed your beauty, “Hi petal,” he said before pausing for a quick moment while his eyes began to widen, “You look amazing. I’ve never seen anyone who’s as beautiful as you.” he told you, his cheeks blushing a light pink while he smiled.

You smiled back at him while you admired his own beauty for a short moment. He was wearing a black button up shirt with his beloved leather jacket over it. His hair was pulled back into a bun like it had been the day you two first met.

You planted another quick kiss to his cheek, leaving a light mark in the shape of your lips there, “You look very handsome, Eddie.” you replied as you looked into his eyes.

He then handed you the flowers he had gotten you, they were irises, just like your tattoo, “Thank you, Eddie. These are beautiful.” you told him as you momentarily went back into your home to place the flowers in a nearby vase.

And when you returned to the doorway, you stepped out of your house and stood in front of Eddie as you locked your front door. He offered you his hand and you took it right away, happily intertwining your fingers while you smiled at each other once more. His hands were large and calloused but still extremely comforting to you. You would hold his hand forever if he let you.

“Shall we?” he asked, waiting for your approval before you two walked down the stairwell that was close to your apartment and over to Eddie’s car.

You nodded and then started to lead the way down the dimly lit stairs just seconds later, causing Eddie to start to walk a little quicker to keep up with you. But he didn’t mind this at all, especially when you looked so beautiful and happy while you held onto his larger hand like there was no tomorrow.

You finally slowed down when you spotted what you assumed was Eddie’s car and you ended up being right. It was a sleek all black Cadillac from the 90’s and the second Eddie told you that your guess was correct, it felt completely right to you that this was Eddie’s car. It suited his aesthetic well.

Eddie then briefly let go of your hand so that he could speed walk over to the passengers side of the car and open the door for you, bowing for you while you got in as if you were a princess. But you didn’t mind this, adoring how special Eddie always made you feel.

When he sat down in the drivers seat, buckled himself in and turned the car on, Black Sabbath started to quietly play through the speakers and you both felt yourselves getting more comfortable around each other. It was nice, this comforting silence while Eddie began to drive to the restaurant he was taking you to.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked five minutes into the car ride as you had not completely recognized the area, prompting Eddie to look over at you for a few seconds.

“It’s a surprise.” he told you while he quickly looked over at you again to send a wink your way and reached out for your hand.

You took his hand in yours immediately and rested your joined hands on your knee as you stared at him for a few moments. “Okay.” you quietly said in response with a nod of your head, knowing deep down that you didn’t really care what restaurant you went to as long as Eddie was there with you.

Moments later, you pulled your phone out of your purse with your free hand and took a photo of you and Eddie’s hands together. You liked the way they looked intertwined with one another, Eddie’s thumb a little blurry in the photo while he gently rubbed the back of your hand with it.

Once you had taken the photo and put your phone back in your purse, you had arrived at the restaurant you would be having your date at. It was a cozy diner called Enzo’s on the outskirts of the city that looked like it had been there for a while and that made you like it even more.

And much to Eddie’s dismay, you had to let go of his hand when you got out of his car. He had started to jokingly pout at you with big puppy eyes while you laughed and took his hand back in yours. You liked seeing him let more of his personality peak out now that you were getting more comfortable around each other.

Eddie had made reservations for you two earlier in the evening, so once he had given the friendly hostess his name, she grabbed two menus and led you over to your table towards the back of the restaurant. There was a fake candle on the table as well as a handful of rose petals.

She set the menus down for you and left you two alone with a smile, promising you that your server would be with you soon.

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Over the next couple hours while you ate and drank, you got to know each other even better and all of this made you never want to leave Eddie’s side ever again. The two of you got along so well and now that you weren’t as nervous around each other, you seemed to just click together like two puzzle pieces.

And before you knew it, Eddie had paid for your meals and your date was over. But as you two stood up from your table, something caught Eddie’s eye.

He smiled at you and intertwined your fingers with his again, “Wanna dance?” he asked you as he pointed at the small pit band that was playing nearby. You softly smiled at him and nodded right away, “I’d love to dance with you, Eddie.” you answered, making happy tears prick at both of your eyes.

On the way over there, you couldn’t wipe off that smile you had on your face. You had heard of people meeting their soulmates before and what it was like, but you had never believed their stories before you met Eddie. Now that you had Eddie in your life, you finally understood what those people meant. And though you hadn’t known Eddie for long, you couldn’t help but feel like he was meant for you. But maybe you were just overthinking it.

Once you got to the small dance floor in front of the band, you loosely wrapped your arms around Eddie’s neck and he loosely wrapped his arms around your waist. And while the two of you started to dance, Eddie felt heat sprint up to his cheeks. He’s dated plenty of people in the past but none of them made him feel the way you did. He felt himself continue to fall in love with you and for once, he didn’t want to get rid of this feeling.

You and Eddie danced together for thirty minutes before you left the diner. But those thirty minutes made you feel like you had spent an eternity in Eddie’s arms and you liked that. You liked the way he twirled you around him while the band played Moonlight Serenade by Glenn Miller. You liked how close he was to you while you danced together. You liked the way he gazed down into your own eyes as you both let yourselves feel the music.

And after the last time Eddie twirled you, you quickly looked at the clock on the wall behind him, “Alright lovebirds, we’re closin’ up soon.” your hostess from earlier said to the two of you, interrupting your moment.

You then thanked her while you held Eddie’s hand again and you started to walk out of the cozy diner. And even though the walk back to Eddie’s car would take less than ten minutes, nighttime winds in any part of the city could be bad and you shivered a little. Without you even having to say anything, Eddie stopped walking and placed his leather jacket on your shoulders, holding it in place there until you got your arms through the sleeves.

“Thanks.” you said quietly, letting Eddie’s scent take over all of your senses. His jacket mostly smelled like the cologne Eddie used with the faint lingering smell of cigarettes. But you didn’t mind that. And once you initially smelled his scent, you never wanted to forget it. His scent was so comforting to you and if you could somehow make it into a candle you could burn forever, you would.

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Thirty minutes later, you arrived at the front door of your apartment. You were just about to take Eddie’s jacket off and give it back to him, but he stopped you, “Keep it. You can give it back to me the next time we see each other.” he told you as he placed one of his hands on your shoulder, maintaining eye contact with you.

And while he spoke, you slowly got closer and closer to Eddie and began to hold his face in your hands. The stubble on his cheeks made you smile as they tickled your hands. You then quickly looked down at his lips once you had stopped smiling, “Is this okay?” you asked, looking up into his eyes once more.

He nodded in response, his eyes screwing shut for just a second, “Yes, just kiss me, petal. Please.” he begged, not being able to bear another moment without your lips against his own.

You then brought his face closer to yours and pressed your lips to his. His lips were a little chapped but still soft and kissing them made you feel like your whole body was on fire as a fluttery feeling bloomed in your stomach.

Your lips gave Eddie a kind of comfort that he’d never felt before and he liked that. You made him feel all sorts of things that he had never truly felt before and he loved that about you.

You both pulled away from each others lips just a few minutes later, your foreheads now lightly pressed together, “Goodnight, Eddie.” you softly said to him, prompting him to fully stand up.

He then cupped your face in one of his own hands and pressed one more kiss to your lips, “Goodnight, petal.” he replied, a lovesick smile appearing on your face as he separated from you as slowly as humanly possible.

And once the two of you were fully separated, he began to walk towards the stairwell, but he didn’t descend these stairs again without saying one more thing, “That was the best night of my life, petal. I hope you’ll let me take you on more dates, even when your not my client anymore.” he told you as a smile rolled out across his lips that were now stained a little bit with your lipstick.

“I’d go on a million dates with you Eddie, if it meant you’d become a permanent part of my life.” you told him in response, making him feel the need to run over to you and give you one more kiss.

You chuckled against his lips, you loved how affectionate he had been with you tonight, “You can come visit my shop whenever you want, okay? I don’t want to wait until our next session to see you.” you told him as you pressed another kiss to his now slightly swollen lips.

He nodded in response and pressed a kiss to your forehead before he quickly went down the stairs, knowing that he’d never leave your doorstep if either of you kept talking or kissing each other.

You watched him leave with a bright smile on your face, excited to see where loving Eddie would take you. And you promised yourself that you would tell him that you loved him eventually, but for now you’d keep that love to yourself.

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The second you walked into your apartment, you felt yourself longing for Eddie and you realized that you probably wouldn’t be able to hide your love for Eddie for much longer. He already occupied your every thought and you hoped that it would go well when you did tell him that you loved him.

You planned on inviting him to your apartment after your last session and telling him there, knowing you’d be more comfortable telling him within your home.

And once you had gotten into your pajamas, taken off your makeup, done your skincare routine and got into bed, you grabbed your phone from your bedside table and sent Eddie that photo you had taken in his car earlier in the night.

He replied within just a few minutes, his response simply being a screenshot of that photo as his new lock screen. This made heat sprint up to your cheeks, making it clear to yourselves that both of you fell a lot quicker and harder than you thought you would.

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It had now been three weeks since your first date with Eddie and the two of you had been on a lot more since then. You had also hooked up a couple times since then and being with him in that way only fueled your strong feelings for him. And you couldn’t help but think about how he’d kiss the now healed line work on your ribs before he went down on you every time. Eddie seemed to be able to light a fire in your heart every time you were around each other and you had started to adore that feeling.

Now, it was time for you to head back into Eddie’s shop for your last session where he would be adding color as well as some shading to your tattoo. And just like you had been that day Eddie had started your tattoo, you were laying on your left side on the leather table in his station.

The two of you didn’t stop speaking each other almost the entire time and while you spoke, Eddie felt like he was bursting at the seems with the love he has for you. He needed to tell you but he also didn’t want to scare you. He had never fallen in love with anyone this quickly before and all he could do was hope that you loved him back.

While Eddie was thinking about this, he became quiet, which concerned you a little, “Is everything alright, Eddie?” you asked him, trying to relax your eyebrows like Eddie would help you do whenever you furrowed them.

“Yeah, I’m alright, petal.” he quietly answered with a kiss to your exposed shoulder. “Okay.” you said in response, not wanting to force him to talk about whatever was on his mind unless he actually wanted to.

The two of you remained quiet for the last forty minutes of the session. But after Eddie had wrapped up your tattoo once more and you had started to pull your tank top back down, he just couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I love you.” he blurted out, causing a look of shock to appear on your face. “Listen, I know we haven’t been seeing each other for long but I’ve never felt this way for anyone before. Falling in love with you was just so easy and it’s okay if you don’t love me back, I just had to tell you how I feel.” he said as you looked directly into his eyes and listened to everything he had to say, the slightly confused look on your face slowly disappearing.

You stared at him for a few more seconds after he finished speaking and Eddie had started to prepare himself for your inevitable rejection. But when you did next sent shock through his system.

You softly smiled at him, that cute lovesick look in your eyes appearing once again, “I love you too, Eddie, I have for a little while now. Ever since you walked into my flower shop with blushing cheeks, needing help with decorating your shop, I knew that I’d fall for you.” you told him, complete honesty in everything you had just told him.

You chuckled as you watched Eddie let out a breath he had been holding, “Good.” he said, a little breathlessly.

And while there was still a smile on your face, he cupped your face in both of his and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. Both of you relished in this kiss for a few minutes now that you were aware of each other’s love.

When he pulled away from your lips a few minutes later, he started to speak right away, “Be my girl, petal, please.” he begged, his voice sounding exactly like it did the first time he begged you to kiss him.

“I already am, Eddie.” you replied, causing Eddie to feel the need to press kisses all over your face, your laughs echoing out into the shop.

A few minutes later once the two of you had collected yourselves and Eddie had stood up, he temporarily separated from you to close his station up for the day. “Let’s go home, petal.” he quietly told you, a lust filled look now residing in his eyes while heat went straight to your core. You simply nodded and followed after him with your hand in his, not feeling the need to say another word.

The two of you walked through the mostly empty shop up to the front desk where Steve was sitting, Eddie led the way and tossed the keys to the shop to Steve. “Lock up the shop for me tonight, Stevie.” Eddie told him while one of Steve’s eyebrows began to raise.

“I-okay.” Steve replied, not questioning Eddie’s actions after all the time they’ve known each other. Plus, he had overheard you and Eddie’s confessions to each other.

You walked hand in hand from the shop to Eddie’s car, officially starting a new chapter in your life with this pretty tattooed man by your side.

a/n: part 2?? 👀👀 btw towards the end when eddie says “let’s go home”, he is referring to his apartment.

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neopuppy · 6 months

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warnings. n*ncon, f*ngering/o*ral, Jeno/Jisung/female reader

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“Is Jisung coming too?”

Jeno scoffs, side-eyeing you. “Why are you asking?”

“Because he follows you literally everywhere like some creep?” You snap to reply, glaring at him. “Would be nice to have a night to ourselves without your weird little friend around.”

“I think you like him.”

“What?!”

“Oh!” Jeno turns, shoving his butt out toward you with a deep arch, finger pressed to his bottom lip. “Is Jisungie coming?”

“That is not how I asked!”

He laughs, turning back to face you while pushing his flat chest together, palms forming ‘C’ shapes beneath his pecs. “Right right,” he leans in, batting his dark eyelashes. “Is Sungie coming?” Jeno says in a whiney tone.

“I don’t like your stupid friend.” You sneer, crossing your arms annoyed. “Hate how much he stares at me.”

Jeno grumbles, crawling up his bed to where you’re lying, pushing your knees apart to make space for himself. “Maybe it’s cause he wants to fuck you.”

You’d believe him if not for the tiny smirk playing at his lips, head tilted waiting for a dramatic reaction.

“Whatever.” You murmur, shoving at his chest to scoot out from under him.

Jeno snickers, turning to lay on his back and stretch. “I still think you should go as Sidney Prescott.”

“I already told you!” Sighing, you move to gather your belongings, needing to head home and get ready. “I’m a mouse! Duh!”

Jeno smiles, suspiciously pleased as he shuts his eyes. “I’ll meet you there, dad’s not letting me borrow the car tonight. Says too many cops are out on Halloween trying to bust people for driving under the influence.”

“I’ll send you a picture before I head out.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find you. I know how to catch a mouse.”

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“Jeno? Is that you?” You gasp, jumping at the first touch of large palms covering your hips. “God, lazy ass.”

Rolling your eyes you push him away to take a look at his recycled costume, clicking your tongue in a displeased manner. “You could have put some effort into something cool this year. It’s not as if you haven’t been Ghostface for the last 5 years.”

Jeno tilts his head, not too far from eye level even with your heels on. “You wearing stilts or something?”

He keeps up with the creepy ominous mannerisms, hands returning to grip your hips to immediately loop his digits beneath the lacey material of your bottoms.

“Oh, you like it?” You say with a cheek grin, spinning around to shove your butt out and wiggle the little tail connected to your panties. “See, I told you to dress like cheese so I could be the mouse that caught the cheese!”

Jeno’s mask-covered gaze traces down your exposed back, dragging a finger along your spine to the tail, tapping it side to side with a pleased grunt.

“I thought you were going to catch me?” You say snarkily, stepping away from him toward the stairs with a sleek glance over your shoulder. “What type of killer can’t catch a measly mouse?”

Jeno’s slow to follow after you, keeping his pace 5 feet behind. “Very Michael Meyers of you,” you laugh sarcastically, opening up a door enough to peek inside. “I like it when you do this..”

Keeping your back toward him, you make way to an empty bed in the middle of the room, slowly climbing up on all fours to wag the little mouse tail hung above your ass. “You wanna hurt me?”

Jeno nods, stalking forward as he reaches under the black hooded long garment for a knife from his back pocket. It gleams in the dimly lit room, cold to the touch as he drags the blunt end of the blade down the exposed fleshy skin wedging your underwear up between your ass.

Strong hands gather the material of your panties roughly, drawing them high enough to squeeze the fabric between your center, the friction against your clit causing you to hiss. “So mean mister ghost face..”

The knife cuts through the thin straps holding your panties up, fast to pull the destroyed material aside as he drags the tip of the knife down the back of your thigh. “You asshole! Those weren’t cheap!”

Jeno’s hand slides from your ass to lower back, not before kneading your buttcheek firmly while deeply groaning. He pushes hard onto the middle of your back, forcing your chest to press to the bed and push your ass out further. A click and hiss follows, blind to what’s happening behind you until you see the camera flash. “Jeno!”

A rough slap barrels down onto your cunt, the wicked collision fills your head with shame. An evident sound of wet splash echoes loudly, further humiliating you as another hit lands and stings down to your clit. “Ah, fuck, come on Jeno..”

“What do you want?” He says, tone deeper than usual, really committed to the costume.

“I’m so wet for you baby..” you say, dipping even lower to pronounce your ass further. “You know what I want.”

Jeno hums, a light thud hitting the bed before spreading your cheeks apart, carefully tracing two digits down past your rim to your wet entrance. The tips of his fingers play there for a minute, swiping circles around the excited hole to collect and smear your arousal.

“Fuck.” He mutters quietly, teasing down to your clit to glide between two wet digits, stimulating each nerve along the way.

Jeno’s softer than usual, light fingers barely pressing, only heightening each sensation further and driving you crazy.

“Don’t tease me.. more..” you whine, pushing your hips back for more pleasure.

Jeno groans, retreating his touch only to land another wet slap between your thighs. Two fingers trail to your entrance, shoving them down to the first knuckle with renewed speed. The sudden intrusion has your arching back in surprise, fast to be put back in your place as he leans over and rests his upper-half up over your waist.

“Don’t move.” He whispers, tone remaining deep and menacing. Wetness trickles out past his pumping fingers, easily falling into a consistent pace by leveraging his weight onto your back. The gushing sound emitting from your core has your eyes rolling up, clawing at the bedding for something to grasp.

It’s so loud, hot, wet, emptying your head of thought other than Jeno’s large frame crushed against you, abusing your cunt as he adds a third finger to stretch you around.

“Oh fuck!” You shout, neck retching up. “Ahh—“

Air empties your lungs, finding Jeno stood before you with a cocky smirk. “Enjoying yourself?”

The ghost face mask in his hand catches your attention next, falling to your stomach with a crazed moan as lips attach to your entrance and slurp up with wads of wetness pouring down around the three fingers reaching deep inside of you.

Jeno squats down, fisting the back of your hair to twist your neck roughly right as Jisung’s face comes into sight, lips and chin drenched with your wetness. A heated gaze finding yours with the mask pushed up above his forehead.

Jeno clicks his tongue, planting his lips to your sweaty cheek as Jisung lowers to your clit and puts his tongue to work while his long digits hit the perfect spot deep inside of you.

“Looks like the mouse got trapped.”

#nct hard hours #nct dream hard hours #nct dream smut #jeno hard hours #jisung hard hours

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rottingparts · 11 months

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Cool okay! May I request some general romantic head cannons for Bay! Optimus, Ironhide and Ratchet ? Thank you so much ! :)

(SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! My internet is fucked, but only on my computer, so i'm struggling atm.)

OF COURSE!! My favorites.... I mean I totally love them all equally :) I wrote them with a Human!Reader (that's all i write but i just wanted to calrify)!

Optimus Prime:

My love... probably the most normal of them honestly

Isn't like super duper outwardly romantic when others are around. He isn't too fond of PDA. BUT he still shows affection in lowkey ways.

Like, he will gently nudge you if you seem anxious or off in general, to get your attention and when you let him know you're ok he gives you a slight nod and continues on with his conversation.

It's really no secret, because him crouching down and his giant hand descending from his side and nudging you is not very subtle.

He is way more protective over you than any other human. Will not let anything harm you. And if something does, nothing will get in his way to help/save you.

LOVES (when it's just the two of you) for you to gently hold his face in your tiny (compared to him) hands! Double points if you gently bonk your forehead against his.

If you are not feeling it, having a bad day, what have you, he will take you for a ride to calm down. his voice is so soothing! Sometimes he'll even talk to you until you fall asleep if that is what you need.

You two became an 'item' mostly because you had made offhanded comment to Cade about Optimus being attractive in a way and Cade shut that shit down immediately but Optimus heard. It was too late, Cade has to deal with this now...

Literally so sweet! Will kill for you!

Ironhide:

Oh my... definitely the least normal (in an endearing way).

Doesn't mind/completely understand PDA honestly. Like, you wanna grab him and nuzzle his face? Please do. He will be forever grateful.

He definitely wants to show you off, he is so proud of you!! He also needs everyone to know you are taken :)

Like he will do little things to make sure the others know he is with you, like bringing you towards him when someone gets a little too close.

Wants you close to him at all times, so he knows you're safe.

If anyone threatens you in any capacity (even if its sarcasm from a close friend) his arm is around you, guarding you, while he points a gun at the one threatening you. It takes a minute to calm him down.

If you are like visibly upset/anxious/not having it, he is very vocal about pulling you out of the situation. Has zero problems taking you away in the middle of a conversation.

Will literally go into alt mode and just... drive away with you. Your friends don't like that too much.

Ironhide definitely was weird about his feelings at first. Him liking a human? No thank you. Definitely tried to push the feelings away, until getting tired and telling you how he felt.

When you lit up and said you felt the same? Oh he was over the moon!

Very protective and secretly very sweet! Will also kill for you!

Ratchet:

My sweet cinnamon bun....

Will literally die for your hugs!! Please just wrap your arms around his neck when he bends down and hug him so tight!

Doesn't mind PDA (in a sense of like hugging and being sweet) but does get very flustered!!

Call him any pet name (honey, dear, etc.) and he will combust. If he could blush, he definitely would. Really wanna make him weak in the knees? Call him 'My love.'

Ratchet would worry about you constantly honestly. Waaay more than anyone else.

I mean, you're just a human! You're squishy and small. There is a lot to worry about!

He realized he liked you because he was so worried for you, then he grew even more worried!

He accidently confessed his feelings for you when rambling about how worried he had been for you, and when you go wide eyed he is retracting everything and ready to run away.

When you reassure him and tell him you like him too? He is even more likely to combust.

Is always wanting to check in on you, and learns very quickly what upsets you and what soothes you. he is very attentive.

So fucking sweet and will die for you!!

#transformers bayverse #bayverse transformers #ironhide #optimus prime #transformers #ratchet #transformers headcanon #optimus prime x reader #ironhide x reader #ratchet x reader

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midnightcrw · 6 months

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You know that “your child gets in trouble prompt”??

Yea I need that with König please

Fight / 2

Pairing: König x Reader

Summary: Your child gets in trouble

a/n: I was very unsure how to write about König, so I hope the way I portrayed him is alright

Part 1

"Scheiße! I thought I raised him well. What if he used the knife I gave him for self-defence?" König had panicked the moment the phone call had ended.

"You gave him a knife?!" You asked in shock.

"No... okay, maybe yes?" König said with a nervous tone but before you could scold him, he just pulled you outside to drive to Leon's school.

And now sitting here, the fear vanished and König was left feeling irritated.

Your son, Leon, only defended himself when he was getting picked on and Mr. Smith only saw the fault in Leon.

Even the boy's parents made him angry. They literally insulted yours and his son which was another low point in his eyes.

Leon only had a small bruise on his face, but other than that he seemed fine.

The moment you and König sat down, Leon seemed relieved to finally have you two next to him again without feeling alone anymore.

"Arschloch..." König muttered under his breath, thinking he hadn't been heard until the child's father looked at him in confusion.

"What?" He asked.

"Oh, it's a compliment, don't worry about it. 'Du siehst aus wie ein Arschloch', means something good."

The man's face lit up a little with a smile on his face as he thanked your husband for the supposed 'compliment'.

Leon bit his lip, trying to hide his grin as he hid his face on your shoulder, not wanting to laugh at the fact that his dad just insulted the boy's father.

You just sighed quietly, not knowing whether to laugh or get angry with him.

#cod x reader #cod x y/n #cod x you #cod x male reader #cod x gn!reader #konig x reader #konig x you #konig x y/n #konig x gn!reader #konig x male reader #konig x me #könig x reader #könig x you #könig x y/n #könig x male reader

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bambisnc · 2 months

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thinking about being on vacation with childhood bsf!wonbin and both your families because ah wouldn't it be so fun to do this together? you kids won't be all bored with us old people either right? hahaha you're not old dad. you d- you don't have to trouble his family like that really you don't. oh it was.. his idea?

thinking about being on vacation with childhood bsf!wonbin who volunteers to do literally everything that you even mention you'd like to do.. visit the library? sure! the swimming pool? oh he'll be there ^-^ the horror movie showing...? yeah he'll be there to protect you <3 (he won't be doing any protecting.) he'd even volunteer to drive you back and forth form the nearby grocery stores/markets/malls because he's a man with a mission : to spend as much time as he can with you (will pout if you tell him he can't come with you like. girl. park wonbin. i'm going to the washroom. sit down.)

thinking about being on vacation with childhood bsf!wonbin who shows up at your door at 1 am, greeting you with bright eyes and an expectant look - one that you couldn't refuse even if you'd wanted to - leading you all the way to a little, open but secluded grassy area. he'd have arranged a comfy blanket on the ground, inviting you as if into a scene right out of a fairytale what with the pretty fairy lights on the hedges around.

thinking about being on vacation with childhood bsf!wonbin with whom you'd spend a lovely time sitting under the canopy of stars. his face being lit up with the glow of the surrounding lights and as he throws his head back to laugh at something you said; you can't help but fall into a dazed stupor, duly admiring the visual - much more alluring than the setting the boy had strived to create for you. you can't help but lean forward slightly, surely there's some string pulling you towards him, till your lips are inches away from his.

thinking about being on vacation with childhood bsf!wonbin who freezes up completely when he registers the now reduced distance between you. and when you mumble out a can i..? he wastes no time in letting a hushed please slip out of those ever so kissable lips of his ..

thinking about being on vacation with childhood bsf!wonbin who's so awkward afterwards. not with you of course, he's very much taking every opportunity he can to drag you away to a secluded place and ensuring that when you emerge you're both lowkey out of breath and with your lips slightly swollen. he feels extremely awkward around both sets of parents, however, ducking away whenever either attempt to start a conversation with him (racing off to find solace in your arms obviously .. <;3)

notes : inspired by uh. the voices in my head and the vacation im on rn! + [m.list] song rec : obsessive by chase atlantic <3

#order's up~! 📋⋆𐙚 #cookies.♡︎🍪#div creds : h-aewo!!!!!#wonbin x reader #riize x reader #riize imagines #riize #wonbin #riize fluff #riize wonbin #park wonbin #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #riize scenarios #gn reader

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jaemified · 6 months

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TAKING ME HIGH (ANGEL)

“fuck. you really couldnt wait an hour?”

☆ pairing ; dior employee minghao x flight attendant fem reader

☆ genre ; smut (minors dni!!), porn w plot, est relationship

☆ warnings ; swearing, smoking, oral (m receiving)((giving head under the table)), handjob, haos mean, readers bratty, praise kink if ya squint, degrading, pet names (baby, pretty girl, angel, sweet girl, pretty baby, brat, slut), hair pulling

☆ wordcount ; 2.0k

☆ synopsis ; after being away from your boyfriend for almost a literal week thanks to your job, you want nothing more than him in every possible way. but when he finds himself picking his games over you, you come to a compromise; sneaking under the table while hes distracted.

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it wasnt like your boyfriend didnt spoil you.

i mean, you were pretty fucking spoiled considering he was one of diors top employees. he always made sure to bring you home a ‘small’ gift coming out of his bonus after a successful sale at work.

and by small, he means one of the most expensive perfumes or shoes he knows youd love.

of course you were grateful for the gifts and all, it wasnt like it was one sided seeing as you always brought him back some luxury brand when you took part in flights across the world BUT, all you really wanted was his attention.

youre his perfect angel, you both knew that. but no amount of gifts can satisfy how much you craved him and his touch after a long 7 days without him.

finally, you were coming home. not that you were really gone that long. but when you’re a flight attendant for 10 different 12 hour long flights, its without a doubt you’ll be tired beyond belief.

you were so excited to see minghao, wanting nothing more than to cuddle with him in your warm bed.

that was, until you called him at least.

you realized you wanted way more.

you facetimed minghao as you stepped into your taxi on the way to your apartment complex, plugging your earbuds into your phone.

“hi baby. im so excited to see you! im about a half hour away.”

“me too, i bet you did so good at work. i got a surprise waiting for you. where are you? driving?” he mumbled, seeming distracted.

“im in a taxi, ill put it on my card though. what are you up to? you sound distracted. could you turn on your cam for me?”

“huh? oh yeah no problem, sorry. i just- damn it! wonwoo, get mingyu! hes right behind you!” minghao shouted, startling you as his loud voice rang through your ears.

you sighed, of course hes playing games.

“is this better?” he asked with a sweet but slightly confused tone.

there he was, your boyfriend. you couldnt even believe he was yours. he wasnt even doing anything, just sitting there with his phone propped up as he yelled at his computer.

“y/n?”

“huh? oh sorry.. you look..”

“great? i know.” he chuckled.

great was an understatement. hes heavenly. with his black fitted tank top, his sunglasses resting on top of his black cap.

you pressed your thighs together at the way his muscles flexed whenever he gripped his mouse.

minghao glanced over at you, smirking lazily as he lit up a cigarette he pulled from his desk drawer.

“smoking again?”

“coulda smoked with you if you were already here.”

“im not a stoner like you. its occasional.”

“isnt today an occasion?”

“...”

you both kept it short, with you being the one to hang up seeing as you were in semi public and totally not because you were growing more and more horny seeing minghao in that stupid tank top.

you made sure to tip the driver before you had rushed to the entrance of the building, barely able to wait any longer to see minghao (amongst other things).

you opened your door to your shared bedroom, and there he was.

“hey baby, how was work?” he asked half minded as he barely turned to notice you.

“it was so damn tiring. missed you.” you mumbled, walking over to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaving a peck on his cheek.

“yeah missed you too sweet girl. fuck- chan! oh my god, revive me or i swear i wont buy you food for the rest of the month.”

“i thought itd be us today?” you pouted.

“it is, angel. whatever you want pretty baby. just give me a few minutes yeah?”

and so you waited,

and waited.

and waited some more

it felt like an eternity had passed (it was barely over an hour) yet you were growing needier by the second watching the way his muscles flexed, and the way his voice sounded, or especially the way he’d groan and throw his head back whenever he lost.

‘id kill to see him like that while i was doing something else..’ you mumbled

until,

a lightbulb went off in your head

slowly, you made your way to minghaos desk, pecking his soft lips before crawling under the table to kneel in front of him.

“what are you doing angel?” he asked with a warning tone.

“nothing. dont mind me.” you hummed as you reached out to untie the drawstrings on his sweatpants.

“y/n- god. just keep it down wont you?” he whispered looking down at you, then back at his computer screen as he saw a new game was starting.

you smiled to yourself knowing you were getting what you wanted, for the most part.

you pulled down his sweatpants, pressing a kiss on minghaos inner thigh, mumbling a ‘thank you’ as he lifted up his hips to make it easier for you remove the grey piece of clothing.

you kissed up from his knee, all the way up to his bulge before rubbing your thumb over his clothed tip, where a wet patch began to grow.

minghao brought one hand down to your head, gripping your hair. “stop teasing and just take it out already.” he muttered as he brought your face closer to him.

“i thought it was anything i wanted?” you mocked.

he only rolled his eyes and released his grip on your hair to return back to his keyboard.

you pull down his boxers, sighing in contentment as a drop of precum hits your cheek.

slowly, you wrap your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around and swallowing what leaked out his slit.

you focused most of your attention on his tip knowing how sensitive he was before going down and taking as much as you could, feeling him deep in your throat.

minghao bit back a choked moan, you were able to feel how his body stiffened up.

“what? yeah im good. i just slammed my hand on my desk.” he brushed it off to his friends.

then, you noticed how hard he was trying to not get caught when you were hardly doing anything. so you wanted to try something — see how far you could go before he snaps.

you bob your head up and down his length, running your hand wherever your mouth couldnt reach.

seeing how he wasnt reacting as much anymore, you slowly pull off his dick. that was, up until you felt your boyfriends tight grip on your hair, moving you the way he wants you.

he held your head still as he fucked up into your mouth, letting out occasional low whimpers.

“hao- seriously, you seem so distracted like we might as well just kick you out the party.” mingyu joked.

“shut up gyu you arent even on our team.”

noticing the conversation between him and his friends, you thought youd stop for a few seconds just to take a breather, before he grips your hair harshly to keep you still, chuckling at how tears formed in the corners of your eyes when he started to thrust his hips up harder against the back of your throat.

“hes kinda right though, you keep dying twice every other round and spend most of your time just standing in the corner.” wonwoo spoke up before everyone else in the team muttered in agreement.

“whatever. im muting, hold on.”

he typed something into his keyboard before removing his headset, and looking down at you.

he stops his movements and releases your hair when you look up at him, his hard dick still resting in your warm mouth.

“what are we gonna do with you, huh sweet angel?”

you whined, rubbing your thighs together before pulling off him and replacing your movements with your hand, stroking him softly, giving him a squeeze.

“god- youre such a fucking brat.” he groaned as you sped up your pace. “fuck- you really couldnt wait an hour?”

“cant. missed you too much. need you so, so badly..” you moaned as you watched the amount of precum leaking from his tip, lowering your head to lick it up.

“yeah? youre an impatient slut huh? couldnt wait for my cock? is that it?” he scoffed.

minghao takes one more puff of the joint he lit earlier before putting it out and throwing away the bud, blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling.

he puts his hand over yours, stopping your wrist before whispering in your ear,

“if you dont make me cum in 5 minutes, youre not cumming at all.”

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yangkitties · 5 months

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21 kisses ✩ p.sh

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader [established relationship] || word count: 0.6k genre: fluff || warnings: food mention, kissing, tooth rotting fluff! lmk if i missed anything :] synopsis: 21 years of being alive, 21 years of memories, 21 years of experiences. 21 kisses to make it all perfect note: HAPPY HOON DAY!! guys trust in me fr speed wrote this so fast 😁 but fr happy 21st to the love of my life <3 hope y'all enjoy this, my ask box is always open~

‘Baby come on, do my eyes really have to be covered the whole way there?’ Sunghoon whined from the passenger seat. His head was against the window, a small pout adorning his plump lips.

‘Yes! You literally almost made me break my leg when you tried to surprise me for my birthday, at least I’m driving you there.’ You retorted, head briefly turning to see him before focusing on the road again.

‘It’s your 21st birthday Hoonie, I really want the surprise to go well.’ You were determined to give Sunghoon the best birthday yet, micromanaging every part of the surprise.

‘Darling, no matter what you do it’ll be perfect, as long as you’re with me…’ Sunghoon tried to look at your general direction, hoping you knew that he really meant it. You were beyond grateful for the fact that he couldn’t see right now, because if he could, he’d never stop teasing you about how much you were blushing, just because of a few sweet words.

Soon enough, you were parking the car before going over to help him. ‘My, what a gentleman!’ Sunghoon giggled as he held your hand. He felt a soft kiss on his cheek as you tugged him forward.

‘Okay stand still.’ Commanding him to a stop, you quickly set up a small picnic.

You had brought him to the park, a favourite spot for the both of you. As you set down the picnic basket, you saw Sunghoon trying to whirl around. ‘Oy, none of that, you’re going to fall if you keep it up!’ You warned as you stood up.

‘Sunghoon! Stop wriggling around.’ The tight grip on his shoulders made him go rigid, as if he was about to salute. ‘Okay, you can take off the blindfold now.’

As the cloth slipped past Sunghoon’s eyes, he gasped at the sight before him. A pretty periwinkle picnic blanket was laid out in front of him. You’d bought a cake and some lunch, and there was a little flag on the basket that said ‘Happy Birthday Ice Prince’ in a what he recognised to be your best hand writing.

‘Happy birthday baby,’ you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and left a sweet peck on his cheek. ‘Come on big boy, let’s cut the cake.’

His eyes misted over as he sat down beside you, loving every second of it. You lit the candles before presenting the beautifully decorated cake to Sunghoon.

It was a simple white cake with the words, ‘Happy 21st Hoonie!’ in black icing. ‘I had Jay bake it, took me seven tries to decorate it right.’ Nevertheless, you were satisfied with the results as you saw Sunghoon’s adoring smile. ‘Now make a wish baby.’

As he closed his eyes, Sunghoon couldn’t think of anything to wish for. He had great friends and the best soulmate ever. His life was going well and he’d never been happier. All he could hope for was that this would last forever.

He silently blew out the candles, opening his eyes to see your radiant smile.

Before you could start clapping, you felt Sunghoon’s nimble fingers wrap around your palms. ‘Instead of 21 claps, how bout 21 kisses, eh?’ Mischievous smile adorning his face, Sunghoon wiggled his eyebrows.

Gently moving the cake to the side, he pulled you closer and puckered his lips, ready for his wish to be fulfilled. A frown bloomed on his face as he felt your lips on his forehead, far from where he wanted them to be.

‘Patience my love.’ You continued to press soft kiss across his face, mentally counting down till number 21. And as you reached 20 on the tip of his nose, you pressed a firm kiss on his lips for 21.

Hands at your hips, Sunghoon smiled into the kiss. You rested your forehead against his own, drinking in every one of his features. ‘Happy 21st baby.’

Sunghoon’s entire face lit up, shining brighter than a full moon. His lips met yours once more, whispering between each kiss,

‘Best. Birthday. Ever.’

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chellestrash · 3 months

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A long road ahead

Shane Walsh x Female!Reader

summary: bored in the car with your boyfriend you decide to make the drive a bit more fun for both of you. warnings: pet names, explicit language, explicit content, teasing, exhibitionism, masturbation, oral sex, unprotected sex, car sex, pure smut, not much plot to it word count: 2.2k a/n: i literally got the idea and then sat down and wrote it in like the same day? Had to get it out of the system before I work on some bigger projects, hope you'll enjoy it!

You watch the not so well, lit road from the passenger's seat of your car while Shane drives you both to a little party at one of your old friend's place, a couple of cities over. It's not a short drive, but you figured it won't be too bad on a Friday evening, and you quickly realize your assumption was correct. It's not bad, but it is boring, the road is long, and you start to get bored...quickly.

You turn to your boyfriend, watching as he skips through the radio station for a bit before setting on something that seemed semi familiar to both of you. He clears his throat, tilting his head to the side, as he goes back to watching the road in front of him. Your eyes linger on his arms for a bit, the fabric of his t-shirt tight around his bicep as he grips the steering wheel after changing the gear. You trace your eyes down his body, from his rough side profile, over that pretty neck, down to his broad shoulders, his chest and the down and down and lower until you stop right between his legs.

Your mind wanders, pretty quickly finding its way back to yours and Shane's favorite ways of passing the time together, and you suck your lower lip in between your teeth.

Watching him for another moment, with your mind occupied by the memories of his body, your hand slowly finds it way under your dress and make up your mind the second your boyfriend's voice brings you back to him.

“You okay?”

He asks, eyebrows pulled together as he turns from the road to you and back to the road again.

“Yeah.”

You answer quickly, and he glances over at you again, scrunching his nose up slightly as he does his best to figure out if you mean it or not.

“You sure?”

“I'm fine, Shane, watch the road.”

You instruct him, and he does as he's told. After turning to face the window on your side of the car, you prop your head in your palm and watch the dark buildings pass by behind the glass. It doesn't take more than a couple of minutes for your brain to wander back into the place Shane managed to, oh so effortlessly, pull you out off.

Rubbing your thumb over your thigh, you slowly move your palm higher and higher up your leg before pushing it under the fabric of your dress.

“What are-”

Shane starts, catching your hand move out the corner of his eye, but chokes on his own words once he turns his head to look at you, his eyes immediately falling between your legs. His jaw drops, eyes widen when he registers the subtle movements of your hand under the fabric, and you take this opportunity to make the ride a bit more interesting for both of you. Lifting your ass up from the seat, you quickly pull your black panties down, opening your legs slightly to allow them to fall onto the floor of the car.

“Shit-”

He curses, dropping his hand to the now, growing bulge in his jeans, doing his best to keep the car in the right lane without looking at the road too much.

“Wait- wait wait wait - fuck what-”

He tries, but you speak over him.

“I'm sooooo fucking bored, Walsh.”

You tease him with a whine, pulling the dress up just enough for him to catch the glimpse of your pussy before finally touching yourself properly.

Humming, satisfied with the sensation, you rub your fingers over your center for a moment before spreading your legs open some more to focus on the clit.

“Shane! The road!”

You point out after a moment, realizing he probably didn't look away from you since the panties brushed over your ankles. He doesn't listen, reaching his hand over to your side, trying to touch you.

“Don't-”

You push his hand away, and nod towards the road in front of the car.

“Walsh! You want me to call the cops on you? Watch the damn road!"

You warn, hand never slipping away from your center as you address him directly.

“God- fuck-, god damn it!”

He huffs, slamming his hand into the steering wheel, frustrated as he focuses back on not causing a major car wreck before reaching over and pushing your hand away from your pussy.

“Don't fucking do that then.”

He warns you, and you give him a shocked smirk.

"Or?"

You push your hips forward, the hand immediately back between your legs.

"Hey! What'd I just say, what-"

Shane glances between you and the road, trying to focus on both things at once, but you won't let him win.

"What'd i say?!"

He warns, harsh, loud voice fills the car but, you know him, it doesn't work on you.

Propping your knee on the ledge by the window, you spread your legs open even more, making sure to turn in his direction slightly, wanting him to get the best view possible.

“Oh, I don't know...didn't hear you."

You point out as you continue to rub your fingers over your clit, feeling the warmth between your legs growing more and more the more you touched yourself, but most likely the more he watched you do it. It wasn't the first time you did shit of this sort in the car, but it was the first time you decided to not let touch you, at least not yet. You wanted to tease and get to him, and that's exactly what you wear doing. Judging by the now, completely hard cock staining against the fabric of his jeans, you deserved some praise.

You moan theatrically, earning yourself another “made you look" point before, he glares into the mirror and onto the side of the road.

“I'm pulling over-.”

“Don't!”

You protest.

"Yeah, you think I'm gonna listen to you now?"

He mumbles, eyebrow raised as he glares at you and into the mirror again.

"Think I'm gonna-"

“You pull over, I'll stop. You got that?”

He turns to you quickly one more time, and you know if looks could kill, Shane Walsh would be a murdered right now.

“You're on- real thin ice right now, you know that-”

He warns you, but you manage to cut him off yet again, the wet sounds of your fingers slipping inside you cuts off any sort of communication between his brain and his lips.

You watch the way his knuckles turn white against the steering wheel as you continue to do to yourself, what he wishes he was doing right now, when the car suddenly stops.

The intersection feels like a gift from God when the red light forces him to stop the truck.

Fighting with the buckle of his belt with one hand, he undoes the seatbelt and leans over to your side of the car before ducking down, between your legs. You slip your fingers out and lift your hips up slightly to make it easier while he grunts into you. Your mouth falls open and eyes shut tight when you feel his tongue press hard against your sensitive clit.

“Oh shit- oh shit.”

You push his head harder against you, the short, buzzed hair prickling your palm while he hums loudly, licking up your slick. Digging your nails into his back, you attempt to pull him even closer, feeling the climax building up deep under your bellybutton. You don’t even dare to think about it too much, but to be completely honest, you’re pretty sure, despite the late hour, if someone looked at the car even for a moment, they’d figure out what was going on.

“Shane-”

You half gasp, half moan when the green hue of the streetlight snaps you out of the pleasant moment.

“Fuck- Shane!”

Taping the side of his head with your hand, you attempt to get his attention, but he only lifts his head up once the car behind you hooks impatient.

“Fuuu-”

He pushes his head up, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand quickly before doing his best to frantically get the car in gear before stepping on the gas. Your slick shines on his lips in the lights of the streetlamps while he speeds down the main road, pushing his hand into his boxers at the same time. You watch the fabric move as he strokes his cock again and again and again, biting into your lower lip at the site

“Pull over.”

You finally get the words out, feeling way too close to stop now, but not wanting to come without him.

“I'm fuckin- tryin-”

He almost shouts now, glancing around the car's surroundings.

“Shane…”

You warn, and he catches your hips buck up, pussy clenching around nothing, the last straw.

“Fuck- don't, wait, god fucking-”

The car jerks to the side as he cuts through the two lanes and comes to a sudden stop on a small dirt road off the side of the main one. It's, in no way, secluded, not any more than the main road, but neither of you care enough for that fact to stop you. Not at this point.

You pull your hand away from yourself and Shane yanks his jeans and boxers down, his cocks springing out, hard for you already, before he pushes his seat back enough to make room for you.

“Fuck, fuck f- c'mere darlin' c'mon-“

He grabs onto your arm desperately, helping you throw your leg over the middle of the car, and you wait exactly half a second for him to line his cock up with your entrance before taking him in at the same time as he bucks up into you.

“Oh shit- oh shit, god-fuck!”

He curses under his breath as you feel yourself stretching to accommodate to his size. His hands drop to your hips, under the dress, fingers digging into your ass when you begin to ride him, both of you working on the deep thrusts. You throw your arms over his neck, head falling back slightly, your nails on his back again as you feel his cock drag out of you before pushing in, nudging right under your stomach on the inside.

His lips find yours as the trusts speeds up and so does your breathing. You taste yourself on him and hum into the kiss before he pulls away, pushing his face into your neck with a loud grunt as he feels himself almost falling over the edge now.

“Fuck-fuck- oh shit- “

As his hips speed up even more, he pushes his hand between your bodies, and you feel his fingers on your clit.

A loud moan lets him know they're in the right place, and he scoffs loudly, smiling wide as he watches you fall apart on top of him.

Your climax hits, harder than you've anticipated, definitely harder than what you've expected when you slipped your hand under your dress a couple miles ago, and he lets you ride the high out on his cock before finally letting himself come as well.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck-”

You grip onto his torso as he fucks through your body's post orgasm clenches, listening to the wet sounds filling the car. He grunts, loud, really loud, and you know he's there.

“Ohhhh there he iiiiis. Good boy Walsh!”

You tease immediately after, not really giving him even a second to catch his breath. Resting his forehead against yours, he pants loudly, swallowing hard as he does his best to speak up now.

“Fuck you.”

He mumbles, and you laugh out loud, pressing your lips into his before dragging your hand down his face to clean him up a little bit.

“Again? You wish”

He scoffs loudly this time, rolling his eyes at your words, before wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you even closer to him.

“Think anyone saw us?”

He asks after you sit in silence for a moment, your body rising and falling with his chest, your fingers scratching the back of his neck gently, his hands on your lower back under the fabric of the dress, thumbs brushing softly over your skin.

You shrug, not really sure if it honestly matters much to you.

“The car behind us at the stop light?”

He laughs loudly, looking off to the side, out the window and back at you.

“Yeah, shit. S'what i though too.”

You breathe out a laugh and shrug your shoulders.

“Well, if they did, then…lucky them, I guess.”

Shane nods, approving of your answer with a quiet chuckle, and you smile at the sound.

“Lucky them.”

He repeats before sighing loudly.

“Christ…don't know how we didn't fucking crash.”

He mumbles, holding your hand as you stand up and pull off of his cock before falling back onto your seat before he slowly and gently tucks his cock back into him boxers then pulls his jeans up.

“Should we try the party still?”

He asks, watching you lean down to pick something up from the floor.

“Eeeh I don't know.”

You state, not even turning to face him before hanging your lacy black panties over the mirror before turning to face him again.

“Your choice Walsh. We still have a bit to go."

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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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I can’t get over the way you write it’s delicious. I was wondering if you could write a Stu x reader where Stu catches the reader in the act of doing things with themselves, and it just kinda escalates from there?

Thank you so much for the request! I got way too carried away with this one 🫣

I Can Help

Summary: A little joke is all it takes to hurt someone's feelings. You think you're broken but Stu thinks he can help fix you.

Pairing: Stu Macher x Fem!reader

Warnings: ⚠️smut 18+⚠️ fingering (fem!receiving), foul language, thigh riding, loss of virginity, p in v, cum, slight begging

"It's was so bad. I literally went to the bathroom to finish while he smoked a cigarette." Tatum popped a grape in her mouth. "You would think college boys would be better." Billy said looking up at the sky. You shifted uncomfortably, the conversation was a touchy one. "What about you Y/n? Any man ever leave you high and dry?" Tatum asked as the group stared at you. You didn't feel as cool as your friends. Tatum stayed getting drunk or laid having many fun stories to tell. Sydney and Billy were a comfortable couple not sharing too much of their love life. Stu got around more than anyone. The stories he told would make a sailor feel ashamed.

"No thankfully. I've never done that so I don't have much to compare." Tatum seemed shocked at the admission. "You've never had sex?" She asked completely missing your point. You trusted you friends with the dark secret you've had for awhile. "No but I've never done the other thing either." It was embarrassing how ashamed you were to even say the words. "You've never what? Had an orgasm?" Stu and Billy started giggling making you feel worse about yourself. "Shut up doofus." Tatum shoved Stu lightly. "I'm sorry It's just funny. Have you asked a doctor what's wrong with you?" Stu laughed making you get up. "Oh come on sweet pea it was just a joke." You walked away hearing Sydney and Tatum fussed at the teenager.

You've read books, watched videos, you've done everything you could think to do. At some point you started to believe you were broken. Tatum went on and on about how good sex was but you couldn't even please yourself. The amount of times you've tried and somehow got bored of it was humiliating. Now for your friends to know and openly laugh at you it made you want to disappear. You wanted to cry in shame.

The car you called your own was just a few steps away. You decided to ditch school not being able to see your friends anymore today, especially Stu. He was your best friend. For him to humiliate you in front of everyone really just felt like a knife to the gut. You turned on the car driving towards your house. With everything you've tried there was little you knew to do. Maybe you'd have to buy a toy? A machine to help you do what you couldn't do yourself.

You pulled into the driveway seeing your parents were still at work. Atleast you wouldn't have to have an argument when you walked through the door. You threw your bag down heading straight for your room. Crying was always an option but you decided to try to get yourself off one more time. It couldn't be that hard women do it all the time. You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down from the day you've had. Grabbing the lighter off your nightstand you lit a couple candles. Maybe mood lighting would help.

The curtains were drawn as you laid on top of the bed. It was a dramatic set but it was a last resort. Taking another deep breath you closed your eyes. Slowly you exhaled letting your hands slide over your clothes. The button on your jeans popped before you carefully slid them off your legs. You pretended your hands were not your own as they crept up your thighs. A simple porn like scenario played in your head as you mimicked what you had seen before. Your hand grazed your underwear in an attempt to tease yourself.

Your breathing was steady while you pulled down your underwear tossing them to the side. The act it's self was intimidating. You felt as if your future as a woman depended on your ability to perform for yourself. Shaking your head a little you found your way back to the tacky video in your head. The women you saw on film always immediately started moaning. You've tried it before. Soft little moans actually helped turn you on more than any screaming ever did. Your fingers traced your lips trying to figure out what place to go next.

Slick slowly started to flood your folds telling you that whatever you were doing was working. Wetting two fingers you slowly trailed them up towards your clit. A small jolt of energy passed through you as you circled the bundle of nerves. You focused on that spot knowing penetration only ever felt uncomfortable. A half hearted moan fell from your lips as verbal encouragement.

As you tried to work your hands around yourself Stu walked right through the front door of your home. The locks were the only thing that ever stopped him and lucky for him you completely forgot to flip that little switch. He wasn't sure what to say to you. Tatum and Sydney practically yelled at him for making a simple joke. Even Billy told him he took it too far. Now he had a freshly picked flower in his hand with no idea of what to say.

He mumbled little apologies as he twirled the flower in his hand. With a push he opened your bedroom door. "I was a dick at lunch today so I'm sorry- oh my god!" You screamed at the man as you threw your covers on top of your lower half. "I didn't see anything! Actually I saw a lot but I'm fine with pretending I didn't see anything." Stu babbled on outside the now closed door with his eyes shut. At first he took your silence as a loss of words for what just happened. It wasn't until he heard the quiet sound of your crying that he really felt awful. This was the second time to today he made you upset. "Good going Stu." He whispered to himself in pity.

"Are you covered?" He asked holding the handle of the door. Only opening it if you give him the word. You tried to sniffle away the sadness but it hardly worked. "Yes." Was all you could muster. "I'm opening the door now." He said as a warning just in case. You almost smiled. "It's half way open you still have time to cover anything that's out." He narrated making you actually cough out a laugh. "I'm good you can come in." Stu breathed a sigh of relief seeing the comforter cover everything below your waist. He knew by your tears that this had to be more embarrassing for you than it was for him.

Stu sat down on the edge of the bed. "I got this for you. I came over to apologize but I'm guessing I should've waited a little longer." He handed you the flower which you appreciated but watching you cry again made Stu think he did something else wrong. "I really am sorry. Are you allergic to those? I picked it up off the side of some person's house I didn't know." You shook your head willing yourself to get a grip as you sat the flower on the nightstand. "No, that's not why I'm upset. It wouldn't have mattered if you waited any longer. It wouldn't have done me any good."

Your hands held your face keeping your eyes away from your friend. "What do you mean?" Stu didn't really understand why you were upset. You looked up at the confused boy ready to vent all your problems to him. "I mean I don't work like I'm supposed to Stu. Guys have it easy. Your dick comes with basic instructions. It seems I can't do the one thing every other girl can." His lips formed an 'o' realizing what this was all about. "You're upset you've never had an orgasm?" Stu said it like it wasn't incredibly embarrassing.

Heat rose to your face forcing you to look away. Stu grabbed one of your hands not really knowing how to comfort you. "Hey I'm sure other women have trouble too. Most of the time it's the guys fault though." He shrugged. That was the problem. This was supposed to be a guy issue. You were supposed to be able to get yourself off when a guy falls short. You were just as bad as they were. "What all have you tried doing?" He asked with a casual tone. You wanted to fling yourself out of a window. "I'm not talking about this with you." You laid back turning your eyes towards the ceiling.

"I can help. We can figure this out." It wasn't sexual he was just helping out a friend. "How? you're a guy." His hands went to his face in shock. "Oh my god! I'm a guy? This can't be happening!" His little stunt made you laugh which in turn put a smile on his face. "I know that I'm a guy but I'm sure we can talk our way through this. Process of elimination or something." It wasn't a terrible idea but it wasn't the best one either.

"Okay." You sighed scared of the uncomfortable conversation you were about to have with your childhood best friend. "Alright. What all have you tried to do?" Now that you were actually listening to the question it didn't make any sense. "Everything? I did what they do in the movies nothing works." The tight lipped expression on his face made you think you did something wrong. "What? That's what porn is for." You defended thinking he was going to make fun of you for doing something all men do.

"No, porn is for entertainment not learning. If you want to see a dumb blonde with big tits bounce around for 30 minutes then you watch porn. If you want to learn how to treat a woman, you read." You laughed making his smile falter. "You, Stu Macher read books about pleasing women?" It wasn't something he flaunted around but the women he slept with sure appreciated it. "Yeah so? Maybe I could give you some recommendations." You started to realize that Stu really just wanted to help. He hated seeing you hate yourself over something you couldn't control.

"I've done that Stu. I've read and I've watched. It doesn't do anything good." You were giving up but he wasn't about to allow it. "When do your parents get home from work?" He asked, his eyes more serious this time around. "Um around four o'clock why?" It was unethical. Stu knew that but what's the harm in helping a friend in need? "You said I could help you right?" He double checked making sure nothing changed. "Yeah and so far you haven't been much of a help." Stu stood up from the side of the bed going to shut and lock your bedroom door.

"What's your plan?" Your voice gave away that you were nervous. "If it's alright with you I want to help." He looked towards your covered legs and that's when it clicked. "Oh no. Ha! Uh no thank you. I'm fine, it's okay, I haven't shaved or um-" You tried to think of another excuse. "No one's been down there and I just, no thank you." Stu sat back down on the bad letting his hand sit on top of your stomach. A small feeling of warmth bubbled underneath his hand. "Y/n I've never judged you and I'm not going to start now. Besides it not like I'm going to take your virginity or anything."

It dawned on you that this might actually help. The fear that this might ruin the friendship you had with Stu was more important to you than your need to feel normal. "I don't want anything to change between us." He laughed. "And it won't. I hate seeing you this way and if I can be useful then I'm at your service." He saluted making you laugh. "Okay but please no more jokes I don't want to feel worse than I already do." Stu nodded. "No more jokes." From this moment forward Stu was going to do whatever you told him to. His hand slowly slid down your abdomen that warmth never disappearing.

"I'm going to need your direction. I don't know what you like and don't like." Funny thing was you didn't either. This was all brand new to you. "Okay." You said as you tried to relax. Stu's hand slowly ran down the outside of your exposed thigh. You would have thought he'd go straight for what you've been struggling with. His fingers danced around your skin leaving little goosebumps behind. "Just focus on my hand okay? Don't worry about anything else." You nodded keeping your eyes closed.

His fingers made their way to your inner thigh still dancing around to a silent tune. You couldn't help but giggle at the sensation. Stu smiled loving that cute little noise. "Does that tickle?" He asked moving closer towards your heat. "A little bit but I'm fine keep going." Stu's smile never faltered as his eyes stayed on you. With your eyes closed you tried to picture your crush doing these things but all that could come to mind was your best friend, Stu. You let out a shaky breath feeling his hand graze your folds. "Are you okay?" He asked a little worried. "Mhmm, I'm fine."

Stu carefully traced little lines on your lips not ready to dive into anything serious. "Does that feel okay?" The feeling was a little funny. It wasn't as intense as anything you ever did. "Yeah it's fine." You said quickly not wanting to miss any sensation he provided you with. Stu decided to abandon the pattern, instead moving his finger to slowly trail up and down over your your folds. His touch was only pressured enough to let you know he was there. He felt your hips move involuntary wanting to grind on his hand. This new information gave him an idea.

His hand disappeared and for a moment you could still feel his fingers tracing your skin like phantom touch. You opened your eyes confused. "Why'd you stop?" Your voice cracked making him smile. "I have an idea but it requires you to stand up. Are you okay with that?" You weren't sure about the change in position but if it got him to touch you again you'd do it. "I guess so." You slowly got off the bed standing in front of Stu with your hands covering yourself. Stu started to unbuckle his jeans making you panic. "Calm down I'm not getting naked." It sure looked like he was. You watched as he pulled his pants off sitting them in the floor beside the bed.

His boxers were still on leaving little to the imagination. "Come here." He beckoned with spread legs. You walked a forward not prepared for how intimate this would be. "I want you to straddle my leg like you would a horse." That sentence alone was laughable and a little alarming. "I'm heavy." You protested making him laugh. "I've got you, would you just trust me?" That stupid smile he sent you made you do as you were told. His thigh was warm against your cunt. Stu blinked a few times trying hard to keep the focus on you. His hands gripped your hips making you feel a whole new emotion. "Now I want you to slowly move your hips like this." He helped you move against him. The new friction made a small noise leave your mouth. It was embarrassing but you had no time to worry about it.

Stu started to blush, the erotic scene in front of him turning him on more than he hoped. "Does that feel okay?" By the look on your face he knew the answer. His thigh quickly became wet with your slick making it easier for you to rock back and forth. "I feel.. great." You pushed the words out as you continued to ride his thigh. Stu wanted to kiss you but he had promised this wasn't about him. "Stu.." You moaned holding onto his shoulders for support. Hearing his name fall from your lips like that was now and forever engraved in his brain. "Say my name again please." The slight whimper your friend made only increased the speed of your hips. "Stu, please." You weren't quite sure what you were begging for but it pleased Stu.

His grip on your hips only grew tighter as your abs started to burn. A foreign pressure began to build making you panic. You hips slowed down making Stu look up at you. "What wrong?" He asked almost as out of breath as you were. "I- something..." You tried to put the feeling into words. Stu knew exactly what you meant. He continued moving your hips for you making your whole body seem to tremble. "Just keep moving you're almost there." Stu reassured hoping that he was right. "I can't." You repeated in-between moans.

Your hands locked up squeezing Stu's arms as your whole body trembled. Stu held on to you before you fell. Your breathing was intense but this was arguably the best you've ever felt. You looked up at your friend as your hand cupped his jaw. "How was that?" He asked smiling down at you. Stu lit up at the dopey grin on your face. You leaned up just enough to press your lips against his. Stu froze for a moment in shock. Before you could pull away and apologize he kissed back.

The kiss was more electric than the feeling you had just moments ago. You moved so you were straddling his lap now having more room to kiss him. Carefully you rolled your hips against him. "Fuck..." He shuddered into the kiss. Stu broke the kiss still holding you. "Y/n I didn't do this to sleep with you." Stu was a little worried you were trying to repay him for something he did for free. "I know." You rolled your hips again as Stu threw his head back. If there was a God, Stu was thanking them for this moment. "Y/n don't do that-" He was going to tell you he didn't know how much longer he could hold out.

"Or what?" You bit your lip getting turned on again just by pushing your friend's buttons. In one swift motion Stu stood up his arms holding you in position. With a small squeal from you he spun you around so you ended up on your back on the bed. Stu hovered above you his face nothing but serious. Your smile was playfully dangerous. He contemplated the idea that he might've done you a favor and himself a disservice. Your hands ran along his clothed torso heading straight for the painful bulge in his boxers. "Ah!" He moaned quickly grabbing your hands holding each one down on the bed next to your head.

"What has gotten into you?" He asked wanting to know what the responsible thing to do here was. In actuality you weren't sure. You just wanted- no, needed to hit that high again. "If I play my cards right hopefully you." Stu laughed nervously. Earlier you said no jokes but here you were breaking down Stu's defenses with humor. Your hips bucked up at nothing as Stu thought of his options. "If we do this it would really fuck up our friendship." You knew things wouldn't be the same the moment his hand fell between your thighs. "We'll figure it out. I need you Stu, please." There was that word again that made Stu absolutely melt.

Stu sat up on his knees pulling off his shirt. You watched the muscles under his skin contract as he pulled the cloth over his head tossing it to the side. You didn't know why you hadn't noticed how hot he was before this. He looked at your shirt waiting for you to do the same. "Oh!" As if your life depended on it you tore the shirt off your frame letting it hit the floor with Stu's.

His boxers were the last thing to disappear leaving you both completely naked. "Do you still want to do this?" Stu asked as his fingers once again found your cunt. "Yes." Was all you could say as his middle finger slipped into your heat with ease. Slowly as to not hurt you Stu added his ring finger. There was that uncomfortable feeling again. It didn't hurt but it wasn't a pleasant experience. With his left hand on your hip he held you down as his fingers searched for that spot. Not many guys knew where the clit was let alone the g-spot. Stu however got an A when it came to anatomy.

Your lungs seemed to stop as a random warmth spread over your thighs. The warmth began to turn into a pleasurable fire. His fingers continued that beckoning motion as you writhed underneath him. Stu added one more finger making you wince. "You alright?" He asked seeing your eyes scrunch shut. "Yeah it's just weird." You responded trying to get used to the stretch. It only lasted a few moments before you focused back on the pressure building once again. Before you could do anything about it his fingers slipped out. You looked down seeing him drag his cock up and down your folds collecting your slick on the tip.

Stu grabbed intertwined his fingers with yours making you smile. Slowly he pushed his cock into you and you were thankful for the previous warm up. Stu squeezed your hand trying not to cum right then and there. You always heard how annoying it was when men finished quick. However if you got Stu to get off that easy it would probably be the hottest complement you've ever received. "Are you okay?" Stu asked more to himself than you. "I'm lovely." You smiled looking at the boy.

His hips began to move slowly which did absolutely nothing for you. You didn't want to seem rude so you let him continue doing what he was doing. He noticed the lack of enthusiasm on your part. "What's wrong?" You shook your head. "Nothing, just... Can you go faster?" He almost laughed. Here he was doing everything in his power to go slow and you needed him to go faster. Without another word his hips began to speed up.

Moans started to naturally come out as the feeling of him pump in and out of you became addicting. It wasn't until you heard him moan that you actually began to feel that pressure like before. "Keep on making those sounds." You encouraged as your head fell back against the pillows. It was the first time any girl wanted to hear him during sex. In fact moaning at all felt embarrassing to him. Stu obliged feeling you squeeze around him with every noise he made. "Fuck Y/n, I'm not going to last." He moaned through gritted teeth.

That feeling of intense pleasure came and went never staying long enough for you to enjoy it. It didn't matter though seeing and hearing Stu come undone for you was enough. He begrudgingly pulled out knowing he didn't have much longer. The veins in his arms were prominent as he pumped himself over your stomach. His hair was wet with sweat sticking to his forehead. "Please Y/n.." Stu whimpered and moaned over and over as ropes of cum littered your abdomen. His head fell back while he tried to catch his breath. The sight was beautiful. You cursed yourself you couldn't capture the moment on film.

His limp body fell next to you as he tried desperately to breathe. Once his lungs fell back into their normal rhythm he spoke. "Where's the bathroom?" It wasn't a very romantic question and it kind of broke your heart. "Um.. it's down the hall to the right." You pointed as Stu got up and disappeared. Stu frantically searched for a wash cloth not wanting to leave you alone for too long.

You could hear the water running for a few seconds before he returned, warm rag in hand. "Hey." He spoke softly not to scare you. "Hi." You said back the awkwardness in the room was rather cute. "I'm just going to clean you up okay?" That same heat returned to your cheeks making you avoid his gaze. "That's fine." The cloth started between your thighs. The warm rag felt great against your skin. You winced the moment the rag slid over your core. "Sorry." He mumbled cleaning off your stomach next.

Once you were decent Stu returned the rag to the bathroom. You tried not to laugh as you watched his ass as he left the room. Stu returned finding his boxers quickly pulling them back on. You however were content with just snuggling underneath the covers. Stu climbed in the bed on the vacant side snuggling up next to you. The clock on the wall said you had a good amount of time before you parents got home. You played with your friends hand as you thought of words to fill the silence. "Thank you Stu. I needed this." A sense of pride warmed up his chest. "You're welcome. I'm glad I could help."

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emssturniolo · 7 months

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unrequited love <3

pairing: christopher sturniolo x reader

summary: you always thought chris didn't like you back until nick made you realise

a/n: this is quite long, and i have no idea if it makes sense, but i like the concept of it :) happy reading ! heheh

you and chris had been friends for only about a year, but to you it was an entire year of what you thought was unrequited love. what was it actually? chris being scared to make a move

you had met the triplets at a mutual friend’s birthday party. you and matt had bumped into each other, him knowing who you were (you had no idea who he was, but anyways). upon talking for a couple of minutes, nick had come to matt to tell him where their seat was on the large table which stood in the middle of a lit garden venue in los angeles. nick had fallen in love with you instantly, stealing you from matt and taking you over through a little path which led to another section of the venue which had a pool. soon enough, you, nick, and madi had become the magical trio. after talking for about half an hour, you had discovered that nick and matt were triplets – there was a third one named chris. nick had promised you to introduce you to chris by the end of the night, sensing that the two of you would get along; but the three of you had gotten along so well that you forced everyone to move to the seat to their left until there was a space next to nick’s seat. you gladly accepted the seat, glad you had found someone to talk, since you had gone to the party alone

nick had kept his promise – well what happened was that nick was so excited for you to sit next to him that he had totally forgotten about chris, and he ended up sitting between you and complete stranger; but at least nick was right. you and chris clicked within seconds. like, literal seconds

the moment you laid eyes on the boy, you were whipped. he was the prettiest boy you had ever seen. ever. you weren’t one for falling in love, and you had never really had a ‘crush’ since middle school, yet the boy you hadn’t even told your name to casually walked into your heart and made it his home, without even knowing

it’s been a year since then, and your feelings haven’t changed – they had only gotten 10x stronger with every smile, conversation, and late night drive you two had taken, which was a lot. today was no different; you had woken up in the boys’ LA house yet again after the millionth sleepover you guys had had, and the day went by pretty quick. you had left the house after breakfast to go to the mall with nick and madi, and you guys returned home later that afternoon – but the entire trip, you had something on your mind. chris had been acting weird since you got to their house last night. he’d talk to his brothers and madi normally, but you had the feeling he was avoiding you. you thought you had done a great job at hiding that you were upset, but nick knew, and he knew exactly what it was about

he had caught on to the way you and chris got along, but decided to keep quiet just not to make things awkward. yet the way chris laughed louder at your jokes than at anyone else’s, and the way you blushed every time he smiled at you did not go unnoticed from nick. once you got back home, madi got into the shower, which nick took as an opportunity to confront you about the situation

unbeknownst to you, chris had also fallen in love with you when he met you. though he was slower to realise what the feeling was exactly, you had also made your way into his heart. big time. you were all he ever thought about when you weren’t around, and his first thought the second he woke up in the morning. hell, he thought of you when he was upset, immediately making him smile

“hey y/n, can you come with me for a sec?” nick asked you. you gave him a quick hum and followed him to his room. he sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him, signalling for you to join him. you sat down, and he pulled you in for a silent hug. “what’s this for?” you questioned. “i know chris can be difficult sometimes, just give him time. he’s trying to figure shit out ‘cause he doesn’t want to hurt you. you can trust me when i tell you he cares about you though.”. that one small sentence felt like being hit by lightning, but you didn’t want to assume anything, so you went on. “what do you mean?” you said through a laugh. “i just, i noticed the way you act around him, and the way he acts around you. i know he has your heart, y/n – and you have his. he’s just scared of losing you.” nick reassured you. now, the lightning bolt that had hit you before gave you electrical energy. energy full of love, and it was circling in your blood and all around you, and you were emitting it all around nick’s room. you would’ve sworn chris never thought of you like that, but you were so glad he did. so, so, so glad he did. “do i just like, wait for him to do something, or do I help him out?” you asked nick. “i mean it would help me out a ton if you did something because seeing him be so awkward and weird around you makes my eyes dry. oh god, and the annoying questions ‘where’s y/n?’, ‘did you talk to y/n today?’ ‘nick when’s y/n coming over?’.” you giggled, your heart fuzzy and warm from the thought of him constantly thinking of you, the same way you always thought of him. “thank you – so much.”

now you found yourself knocking on chris’s bedroom door. he let out a ‘yeah?’, so you opened his bedroom door – and there he was, sitting on his bed, the pretty boy you loved so dearly. “oh, hey.” he said, locking his phone and setting it on his nightstand. “hey, uh, can we talk. like it’s not something too serious, but i guess it uhm-” your voice cracked. your palms were starting to get sweaty and your heart was starting to pick up it pace. “i guess it means a lot to me.” you finished. “of course, what’s up?” chris said, a worried expression on his face. “you know when we met at that birthday party? and we were sitting next to each other and you were god knows where and then you sat down in your seat next to me ‘cause you were hungry?” you questioned. “mhm” he said, signalling for you to continue. “i just, i remember the second i my eyes met yours i-“ you let out a breathy laugh and continued – “i may have thought you were really cute – and that may have never changed.” you weren’t nervous anymore, not when he gave you that smile. not when you realised that he was blushing. not when he got up and walked over to his desk chair, which you were sitting on and bent down to come to your level, grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you

“i wanted to ask you to go on a date last night, but you, nick, and madi had already made plans to go to the mall today and i just wanted you for myself.” he admitted, looking you in the eyes with nothing but love. “you’ve got me, pretty boy. i'm all yours.” you said, kissing the bridge of his nose. he held out his hands and pulled you up from his chair, and hugged you tight. you had never felt so loved, and chris didn’t plan on making you feel any less loved. after all, your heart was a pretty comfortable spot for him to stay in, and you felt quite comfortable in his, too

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graysnetwork · 1 year

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Drunk Keegan❤️

(F!reader, y’all have to lmk if you guys want these as Gn!reader) (I finished this one-shot yesterday but since I’m sick I decided to post it today)

Drunk Keegan is probably one of your favorite things in the world, he’s very soft, and lovey dovey. As much as he denies it he’s the biggest softie for you. And although he a very dangerous man, that is cold he’s so sweet when he’s drunk.

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You and your teammates had went to the bar to hang out. You guys had been there for a few hours, just chatting and enjoying your guy’s time before you guys would h soon have to leave for a mission again.

You were hard to break, in literal ways too; you can take a bullet, but it’s also hard to get you drunk but at the moment you were just tipsy.

You were laughing with Ajax before he said “hey you should go get your boyfriend” jokingly and took another sip of the whiskey, you turned around where Ajax was pointing to.

Seeing Keegan finishing his Hennessy and asking for another one. You laughed at him with Ajax, “okay I’m gonna go put him to bed” you joked as if Keegan was a little kid with a curfew.

You got up and went over to Keegan and tapped him on the shoulder, “cmon keegs, it’s time to go back to bed” you told him, pulling his arm expecting him to get up and walk with you, but he didn’t.

“Noo” he slurred, shaking your hand off his arm, you looked back at him confused, “what?” You asked him “I have a girlfriend lady” he told you taking another drink, you giggled at him “now leave me alone or she’s gone kill you” he said, you laughed at him, his eyes were droopy, he looked very sleepy. “Keegan, I am your girlfriend” you told him, his eyes lit up when he realized that you were his girlfriend.

He got up and suddenly towered over you, grabbing your forearms and staring into your eyes “hi baby” he said softly, it was hilarious, seeing him switch up so suddenly. It was also funny how he talked to you so sweetly now, you were not going to let him live this down.

“Cmon Keegan we gotta go” you told him, he took his time blinking and slowly opened his eyes and nodded, he hummed and followed you to the door. “So beautifulll” Keegan slurred again, “so Keegan?” You said, “youu gott a boyfriend?” He asked, like his mind had gone blank and he forgot all about your guy’s conversation before you two left.

You decided to tease him, “mhm” you replied, and he paused, you turned back to him his brows were furrowed, “and his name is Keegan” you told him feeling bad for your joke.

His face went back to a normal expression and you two kept walking back to the car. Once you two got to the car Keegan reached in his pocket for the key, he got scared because he couldn’t feel them and thought he lost them. You had taken the keys without him knowing before you two left the bar.

You unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for him, like he always did for you, because he’s such a gentleman. He got in and you got in the drivers car, “you knowwit’s illegal to drive when your drunk” he said, and you nodded “yup” you said.

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You walked him to his room, opening his door and making sure he stayed in his bed, he was acting exactly like a little kid. “Y/nnn” Keegan whined, you turned around to face him “what?”you asked “Hurry up and get in bed alreadyy” he told you, “okay, okay I’m right here” you said, and he grabbed you pulling you onto his chest to lay down on him.

He hummed in relief, hearing;feeling your heartbeat, the silence only made it better to listen. You made yourself comfortable since you would be here for a while.

“Thank you y/n” Keegan said softly, “no problem honey” you said and he hummed in a amusement from the nickname.

Soon you heard soft snores coming from him, you carefully and quietly got out of his grasp and put on your boots. You gave him a kiss on the cheek whispering “goodnight honey” and walked out of his room quietly. You went back to the bar finding Ajax, Logan and hesh together now.

“Put your kid to sleep?” Ajax asked, you laughed “yes, he was very tired” you responded jokingly, and all the others laughed before hesh walked over back to the bar. “I don’t get how that guy turns that dumb when he’s drunk” Logan said taking another drink of his beer.

“Yeah I don’t know either to be honest” you said, “anybody up for another round?” Hesh said carrying more drinks, he looked so tired, it was only a matter of time before you would have to put him to bed too.

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star-girl69 · 10 months

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Dark But Just a Game

Lottie Matthews x Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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sypnosis: A former Yellowjacket with a vendetta against the team and anyone associated with them targets you during gym class dodgeball. Your girlfriends take their revenge.

a/n: this literally sucks but oh well i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: CRINGEY AS HELL, literal assault lol, swearing, injury, tell me if i missed anything!!

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You have spent far too much time in the Wiskayok gym.

You’re there for every girls soccer practice, every pep rally and assembly, and they still force you to play dodgeball in this poorly lit, sweaty place.

Soon, the walls are going to start greeting you.

You look towards Laura Lee, smiling, watching as she rolls her eyes.

“I didn’t mean to get out!” you shout, knowing you had every opportunity to move before the ball hit your leg.

“Sure,” she smiles, having more integrity than you, and you make your way over to the bleachers.

While you’re not a member of the star soccer team, Lottie and Nat are on it, and most of your friends are- so you feel a duty to come as much as you can.

You enjoy watching them run around, groaning and shouting, and you like driving home with Lottie and Nat each night, stopping at the trailer park parking lot to smoke whatever Natalie had brought today, watching her walk to her house, and Lottie’s hand on your thigh for the rest of the drive.

All of your lives were so intwined that you couldn’t imagine anything different. You would have to take the bus without Lottie. You would get home earlier if you didn’t stay for their practice. Your entire life would be uprooted.

You lean back into the metal and tap your fingers against it, watching Laura Lee dodge whatever’s coming at her only to shoot them right back. You silently cheer her on until Marsha, a former Yellowjacket, finally got her out.

She didn’t seem to mind. And you didn’t either, not until you noticed the way Laura Lee was limping over to you, and the way her thigh had turned red with the imprint of the rubber ball.

“Oh my gosh,” you breathe as she sits down next to you. She pulls up the end of your shorts so you can both see it. “Oh, Laura Lee,” you murmur, staring at the red skin.

You glare over towards the other team, where Marsha sends the two of you a glare.

“Oh, she’s just so damn bitter, isn’t she?” you huff.

Laura Lee seems a little guilty when she nods.

“I prayed for her to get her grades up!” she says like she’s explaining it straight to God.

Marsha had gotten kicked off the team months ago because her grades were so poor. You faintly remember Jackie even giving her the copied answers for their French class, but still. And to this day, she hates every Yellowjacket. And you, by extension.

You sigh and turn back to Laura Lee.

“Does it hurt bad? Wanna go to the nurse?”

“No,” she says, kicking her feet. “It doesn’t hurt bad.”

“You sure?” you ask, but when you look back down at her leg, the redness has already started to fade- if only slightly. “Oh, well, okay,” you mumble.

The first game ends, and the teacher blows his whistle, so you both stand up, whispering about how Micheal was so rude to Mrs. Stock second period.

Everyone goes to the opposite sides of the gym. Another sharp whistle, and everyone takes off for the balls lined up in the middle. You and Laura Lee stay behind, walking slowly, still finishing up your conversation.

You look away from the court, watching as Laura Lee walks away to pick up a ball.

“I couldn’t believe that he said that, you know? I mean, he has to have a little respect, right?”

Laura Lee straightens and shakes her head. “And he goes to church every Sunday.”

She looks up at you. “Y/N!” she shouts, dropping the ball, pointing towards something in front of you, and you turn to see it, something slamming into your face.

You hear this horrible, stomach-churning crack, then quick build up of pressure, and then a swift release as blood start pouring from your nose.

Yours and Laura Lee’s screams melt into one.

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“I have a really bad headache.”

“And I have a really bad stomachache. Can I just lay down for a few minutes?”

“Yeah, and can I get some ice?”

You can hear their voices, and you almost want to cry more. Your nose aches horribly, the ice doing nothing to help you, but at least keeping your head tilted back like this has stopped the bleeding. It’s still sticky and half-dried, running down your chest and shirt, mixing with your salty tears.

“Sure,” the nurse says. “I just have to go to the staff room, we’re out of ice in here unfortunately. Sit in those two beds. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” Lottie says.

“Mhm. Mhm, thank you,” Natalie says.

You can hear the nurse’s footsteps fade away.

“Natalie? Lottie?” you ask, sure it’s them, but just wanting to hear their voices more.

“Hey,” Nat says, leaning over you, brushing hair from your face. Lottie grabs your free hand and smiles softly.

“My nose really fucking hurts,” you whisper, laughing slightly, tears rolling down your face.

“C’mere,” Natalie says, her hand cupping yours, helping you pull the ice away from your face. “You’re alright- oh, Jesus fucking Christ.”

Your eyes widen.

“Is it that bad?” you ask, wincing at the air hitting your nose. Nat’s eyes widen, and she grimaces, trying to be good to you, but you can feel it.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Lottie coos, her thumb brushing against the back of your palm.

You take a deep breath, Natalie pressing the ice back to your face, and you just stare at the ceiling, trying not to cry more.

“It was fuckin’ Marsha,” you say after a moment. You had understood her anger before, but after this you just feel bitter resentment and… rage towards her.

What have you done to her besides date two Yellowjackets?

“God, I can’t believe her,” you continue, sniffling.

“Hold on, what?” Nat asks. Your look towards her, her brows furrowed together, her jaw clenched. “It was fuckin’ Marsha?”

“Marsha.” Lottie hisses, her usually kind and sweet voice filled with such violence.

“She’s gonna look like a marsh when I’m done with her.”

You laugh, and even Natalie and Lottie smile a bit, even though all of you know a part of Nat is serious.

“Okay,” you chuckle. “Don’t go all fuckin’ Joker on us, or whatever.” Lottie smiles against your hand as she kisses your knuckles.

Natalie just smiles softly, brushing your hair back one more time, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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Your parents graciously let you spend the next day at home, your nose still throbbing and having been reset by a doctor- you were miserable. Lottie and Nat had swung by your house on their way to school, waking you up with sweet touches and sweet words, before promising they would come after practice.

Practice ended at 5pm, and it only took about 15 minutes for them to pack up and get to your house. So, at 5:15, you had dimmed the lights in the living room, set the remote and a bowl of popcorn out on the coffee table, blankets carefully wrapped around you.

They usually just barged into your house without any warning, and this time was no different. Your face was puffy and your nose was swollen, but they still smiled so sweetly when they saw you.

Lottie threw her backpack to the floor and jumped onto your couch, wrapping her arms around your neck.

She placed her hand on your face, frowning at your nose, a scab already starting to form near the top.

“Feeling any better?” she coos, and you nod, maybe a bit too fast, just excited to spend time with them and forget about your throbbing nose and the embarrassment.

“You’re gonna give her a double broken nose jumping on her like that,” Natalie laughs, setting her backpack down much more carefully. She bends over and you look at her light grey jean shorts.

You giggle slightly.

“What the hells on your ass?”

It was dark blue, dried, obviously something that happened much earlier in the day. You imagined her sitting in history class, only for some spilled ink to be on her seat.

Lottie straightens and pulls away from you.

“You didn’t check your clothes?!” she hisses to Natalie, her mouth immediately clamping shut after she realized what she said.

“Wait, what happened today?” you ask, laughing until Natalie sits down next to you, looking a little sheepish. Your smile falls. “What?”

You’re a little scared for their answer.

Natalie and Lottie shoot each other a look.

“Well…” Lottie starts. “I may have accidentally bought a pack of balloons from the party store yesterday. And then I accidentally blew it up this morning, and accidentally put a bunch of ink from some pens in it, and I may have written something on it with Sharpie. And…. maybe I gave it to Marsha…”

“And then we accidentally walked in front of Marsha while she chased after us, and I accidentally spilled some water, and she accidentally slipped and fell on the balloon… accidentally getting ink all over herself.”

Both of them cringe and look away, waiting for your reaction.

You mouth drops open in shock.

“Some of it must have accidentally splashed on me…” Nat trails off.

Lottie hits her slightly. “Even though I told her to make sure there wasn’t any on her!”

“How am I supposed to see my ass, Lottie?”

“I-”

You start laughing like you haven’t in years. A laugh straight from your stomach, from the deepest happiest parts of you, a laugh that makes them start laughing too.

“You’re not, like, really mad at us?” Lottie whispers when you’ve all quieted down.

“Well… thanks for avenging my honor?”

Natalie chuckles and kisses your cheek. “Anytime.”

“Unrelated, but we won’t be at lunch for the next week.”

“Oh,” you hum, placing the popcorn in your lap and leaning back. “So, you totally don’t have lunch detention, right?”

“Totally,” Lottie affirms, kissing your forehead, relaxed, because she knows she can do it again and again.

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