#he's too god damned soft i wanna die
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Ok hear me out. I got this idea after the episode of Dean getting his "virginity" back and hooking up with the porn star when he's digging through her dresser and finds the DVD of her ANYWAY
Best friend Dean who's been pining after you for sooo long but doesn't want to fuck it up and lose you. You're hanging out when you ask him to go grab something from your room and he's digging through your drawers looking and accidentally comes across some lingerie and now it's days later and he's so hot and bothered cuz he can't think of anything else (the boy has a serious panty kink lets be honest) and you catch him in your room going through your drawers again and OH
A/N: As I warned y'all, this is a longer DD because, well, the prompt was long, so it's not really my fault. All that backstory took on a life of its own, but I think no one will be mad about it 😅 Again, I had tons of fun with this one! You'll see 🤣
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Warnings: +18/NSWF, a ridiculous heat wave, friends to lovers (Wayne's Version), crack, a panty kink, some sneaky fluff, and some hot lovin' aka smut (oral f & face sitting)
Word Count: 4.5k (whoops)
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Cruel Summer
“You open the beaches on the 4th of July, it’s like ringing the dinner bell for Christ’s sake…”
As Jaws flickered across the screen in the Dean Cave, the green-eyed hunter adjusted himself in his seat. Usually, he had perfect control over himself and his feelings for you.
But on some days – like today – when you sat right next to him on the couch in nothing but a loose t-shirt and some short sweatpants, fanning yourself with an old magazine of Busty Asian Beauties as beads of salty sweat collected on your forehead and trickled down your neck, you made it hard for him.
“God, I’m so hot,” you sighed exhaustively and sunk further into the couch cushions, lifting your shirt from your sticky skin to let some cool air to your boobs as a heat wave ravaged through Kansas.
Painfully hard.
“Dean?” You pouted with your best puppy dog look at your best friend.
“Huh?” Dean was in trance, watching you more than the movie, always on the edge of getting caught one of these days.
“We’re out of Sour Patch Kids. I have more in my nightstand. Can you get them for me please?” you asked sweetly. “I don’t wanna move. I might actually die from heat exhaustion.”
Dean sighed and wordlessly rose from his seat. He knew you always kept an array of salty and sweet midnight snacks in your room in case you got hungry and didn’t want to wander into the kitchen in the middle of the night.
Moreover, he was grateful for the break. God knows he couldn’t stand to be around you any longer, or he would’ve been too tempted to rip your clothes off and really make you sweat.
I’ll show her a damn heat exhaustion, he thought with a scoff.
Hastily grabbing the desired snack, his green eyes then caught something red and lacy sticking out from the first drawer of your dresser. The hunter knew the decent and honest thing would’ve been to just keep moving and leave your godforsaken room.
Turn around, as Bonnie Tyler sang. But for some reason, his bright eyes couldn’t resist, his curiosity overtaking him.
Dean opened the drawer with the intention to push the naughty little clothing item back into its place and out of sight. Get rid of the temptation, so to speak. It sounded like the perfect loophole. He got to touch it and look at it, but for a very heroic and noble reason – not because he was a creepy perv, violating his best friend’s privacy.
On some level, Dean knew he’d never stand a chance with you. He wasn’t good enough. He had so much baggage all his suitcases wouldn’t even fit into the bunker.
A damn touch of a pair of panties you weren’t even wearing was all he would ever get from you.
But then his fingers touched the soft and see-through material, his pads tracing every delicate scarlet thread with precision and care. It was game over for him then and there, cursing himself internally for not resisting harder as his cock twitched joyfully in his jeans.
Dean had laid his eyes on you the second you strolled with swinging hips into that diner in Wichita for your very first case together, a werewolf hunt six years ago. And he had managed to get by without an incident for years since then, even when you moved into the bunker, being rather proud of that achievement. He never wanted to lose you as a friend and didn’t dare to cross a line. Ever.
Recently, though, it became more difficult to keep his distance and not let his thoughts wander. His feelings were magma that slowly had filled a volcano over the years. Each time you did something sexy or sweet or goofy or smart, another drop was added. And now, that damn fire mountain was overdue for an eruption – no thanks to that stupid heat wave.
“Thanks,” you said absentmindedly as the hunter handed you the candy but didn’t settle back down. Instead, he stood behind the sofa and leaned his hands on the backrest.
What you didn’t know, though, was that Dean was sporting quite the boner and wouldn’t dare to come into your line of view. He was surprised he could even walk up straight and not like a caveman early in the evolution.
A hunter gathering panties.
“I’m gonna hit the hay,” he told you with a somber clear of his throat. As the fan carried a breeze of your perfume to his nose, his grip tightened on the couch.
You turned in your seat and looked over your shoulder at him, raising a surprised brow. “Already? But the movie’s not over.”
“Yeah, I’m beat,” he excused and tried his best not to look strained. He forced a tight smile to his lips while his little dude celebrated Spring Break in his jeans. “‘Sides, we’ve seen Jaws like a million times now, Y/N.”
It was a cherished summer tradition between the two of you, watching it every 4th of July.
“I guess so.” You shrugged disappointedly, watching your best friend retreat to his room. Truth was, you loved spending time with Dean and held those little traditions close to your heart.
The Winchesters were your family, the only one you ever had. And while some families wore matching pajamas on Christmas morning, you watched the first two Die Hard movies. You would watch Dean’s favorite horror movies on Halloween. Sixteen Candles and High Fidelity on your birthday, Tombstone and The Great Escape on Dean’s, and some lame-ass foreign language documentaries that you both snored through on Sam’s.
Valentine’s Day was a dreaded non-holiday for all three of you, but for the past four years, someone would leave a box of chocolate in front of your door. The salted caramel ones would always be missing, and it always came with the same Forrest Gump quote:
I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is.
You knew the anonymous someone was Dean, and you knew he meant it as a joke. Still, you clung to those little traditions. They might seem silly and stupid to some, but to you, they were your lifeline in a world full of darkness.
So, you felt rather saddened Dean didn’t seem to honor them anymore. It wasn’t just Jaws, either. He’d been withdrawing from you for a while, and you didn’t understand why.
Unbeknownst to you, the green-eyed hunter had kept a lacy souvenir from your room.
Now, Dean had managed to avoid you for four days. Every night since his stealthy excursion, he would lie in his bed with your stolen panties in one hand and his throbbing length in the other, feeling goddamn pathetic for sinking so low.
It was probably so low that even his memory foam mattress would remember it.
With closed eyes, he then imagined how the perky globes of your ass would look like covered in crimson lace. How you would stretch out on his bed on all fours, with your ass high in the air and wiggling in front of him. How his fingers would push the wicked material aside to push into you, taking you deep and hard while you moaned his name.
As he ruined tissue after tissue, the guilt would wash over him as soon as he was done. Call it a post-nut epiphany.
Dean knew it was wrong to think those things. He knew he only made it harder for himself to ever look you into the eyes again. Hell, he barely could do it now, even though a part of him audaciously wondered what other treasures were hiding in that drawer of yours. And more pressingly, what ultimate wealth he would find beneath your clothes. If your lingerie was gold, he’d be a creepy-ass dragon sitting on it.
So, Dean tried to avoid you as best as possible. Mostly because, well…
“God, fuck me,” you groaned exhaustively and opened the refrigerator door, leaning against it as the refreshing cold hit you from behind. On top of that, you held a big bag of frozen peas to your sweaty chest. You already wore the bare minimum – some short denims and a white tank top, your hair up in a messy bun.
“I swear underboob sweat is the worst. Just be glad you don’t have tits,” you complained. “Guys, seriously, can we invest in an AC? This heat wave is killing me! This bunker is like one giant oven…”
You watched as Dean squirmed in his seat as he ate his cereal, looking as uncomfortable as you. Surely, the boys were suffering just as badly during those sweltering temperatures, already forgoing the usual flannels and opting for plain t-shirts instead. How they were still wearing jeans was beyond you. When you first moved in, you protested against Dean’s suggestion of Naked Tuesdays, but these days, you were actually giving it a second thought.
“Well, I’m gonna drive to Kansas City today and see if I can get us an AC. Apparently, they’re all sold out, but I figured maybe with a bit of flirting and some cleavage, I can still get us one,” you explained your plan with a bright smirk and wiggled your eyebrows. “What d’you guys think, huh?”
Dean then abruptly banged his fist on the table, spilling some milk from his bowl on the surface. “For God’s sake, Y/N!”
You frowned in confusion at his unexpected outburst. “What’s up with you? Are you having a heat stroke?”
“Flirting, really?!” the hunter barked, his brow shaped into a deeply furious v.
“What’s wrong with that? Double standard much? You do it all the time to get shit,” you countered and watched his jaw clench in anger.
“I do-... not,” he remarked snappily with a fierce finger drilling into the table, clearly lacking a good argument. Sam cleared his throat in agreement with you, but that only earned him a glare. “And Jesus fucking Christ, would it hurt you to put on some goddamn clothes? You’re not even wearing a bra!”
“Did you not hear my tits rant just now? Of course I’m not! ‘Sides, those boobs are gonna get you an AC, so be a little more grateful to them,” you retorted, annoyed with his attitude. You’d think of all the people in this world, Dean Winchester would understand. (And maybe even appreciate it.) “And how can you even tell, huh?”
“‘Cause science, Y/N! You’re literally cooling your tits! What did you think was gonna happen, huh? Nipples!” he vented outrageously. “This ain’t a strip club!”
“It’s 102 degrees, Dean!” you argued, throwing your arms up. “Look, if I could, I’d even go naked, alright? It’s fucking hot!”
“Oh, for crying out loud!” Dean shook his head and stormed out of the kitchen without any further comment.
Confused, you blinked at the younger Winchester. “What’s up with him?”
But Sam only shrugged, shaking his head. “Uhm, I don’t know,” he replied, although he could take an educated guess, suspecting his brother’s feelings for you as the culprit.
“Well, alright, I’m going to Kansas City,” you decided without wasting another thought on the older Winchester’s strange behavior. “Text me if you guys need something. I can pick it up on my way home.”
Dean knew he was in deep trouble as his bow legs bolted down the bunker’s hallways. He tried so hard to keep it together, but when he saw you, half-naked and panting in front of the fridge, he quite literally lost his coolness in this goddamn heat wave.
The green-eyed hunter understood a thing or two about torture, but this was the worst of all. He’d rather have a demon repeatedly peel off his skin in hellfire than endure a day more of this fucking madness.
If the temperatures didn’t drop soon, it would be a cruel summer ahead of him.
As Dean heard the door to the garage close, he knew you’d left for your trip and exhaled a deep sigh of relief. At least he’d get a few hours of peace.
With the best intentions, he strolled to his bedroom, but as he passed your room on his way, he found the door ajar. Whatever good motives he had up until this point, went quickly out the window right then.
His hand twitched at the thought of more riches, worse than any trigger finger and competing with a California earthquake, and well, so did the dick in his jeans. It was an addiction at this point, an obsession he couldn’t resist nor get rid off. The fact that it was forbidden and wrong only made it even more appealing. The apple in the garden of Eden.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t an anonymous support group for this kind of sickness.
As unbearable shame and guilt collected in his stomach like rainwater in the gutter, his eager hands rummaged through your dresser drawer. There was purple lace and black satin, navy G-strings and white Brazilians. It was never ending, and the hunter couldn’t stop as he picked up each item and let his fantasies roam wild.
God, the things he wanted to do to you were as colorful as your rainbow full of underwear.
“Dean?!”
The green-eyed hunter froze in his place, a white lace panty still bunched up in his large palm. The hair in the back of his neck stood up in shock, a part of him refusing to turn around at the sound of your voice. He was caught red-handed, and he knew it.
“What are you doing in my room?” you prompted, suspiciously cocking an eyebrow. It looked fairly obvious what your best friend was up to, but you didn’t want to accuse him right away, giving him the benefit of the doubt.
Frankly, it was quite unbelievable.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Dean replied and swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he held up his hands like a criminal during an arrest, the evidence still in his grasp.
“Well, it looks like you’re snooping through my lingerie,” you pointed out bluntly.
Dean nodded, guilt-ridden and reluctant. “I can explain.”
“Good,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m waiting…”
“Right, uhm…”
“Oh, before you scramble for an answer, you should know, though, that I’m aware a pair of red lace panties is missing, and I know the washer didn’t eat them,” you said and raised an expectant brow.
You had a feeling your pervy best friend was behind the mystery of the missing item. Now you knew for sure.
“Man, I always knew you were a kinky son of a bitch, but this is a new level, Dean,” you scolded.
Dean’s gaze dropped to the floor in shame, scratching the nape of his neck. “Look, uhm, there’s no good excuse. I know I fucked up here. I’ll sleep in a motel tonight until I find my own place. You can stay here with Sam, alright? I’ll move out and won’t bother you anymore.”
As he tried to brush past you, you blocked his exit and grabbed his arm. “So, you’re gonna leave? Just like that?”
“What other choice do I have? I don’t wanna make you more uncomfortable,” he stated without glancing at you once. He couldn’t bring himself to look into your eyes and see the disappointment and disgust there. “I know what I did was wrong.”
“Oh, so wrong,” you agreed. “I just figured you wouldn’t run away like a coward and take your punishment like a man, you know? Aren’t you at all curious what I’m wearing right now?”
That was when Dean’s juniper eyes slowly wandered to you and caught your gaze for the first time. You smirked as his breathing became heavy and his look darkened and filled with lust. It seemed like he wanted to rip your clothes off with his goddamn bare teeth like a wild animal.
“I can’t tell if you’re joking or if I’m dreaming,” he admitted, his deep voice part harsh swallow and part nervous chuckle.
“Neither,” you said, biting your bottom lip.
Carefully, you leaned closer, your hands reaching up to cup his scruffy cheeks. Noses nuzzled as your lips ghosted against his with a daring grin. You wouldn’t go further; it was up to Dean to make that final decision.
And then, as no more than a mere second ticked by on the clock, the hunter crashed his lips against yours in a kiss so scorching it made the current heat wave look like an ice age. If you thought you were hot before, now it felt like you were burning in a wildfire.
Dean roughly pushed you against the door, his kiss all teeth and tongue in an uncontrollable frenzy. His dick was hard and thick, straining against his jeans and rubbing along your thigh. Pantingly, you gasped for air and grabbed his hand, guiding it down your body and into your shorts.
“Feel that?” you asked mischievously as his fingers dug through your soaked folds and collected the arousal he caused. A wanton growl left his plush lips. “All for you, baby. You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?”
“Shit, yeah, so bad…” Dean rasped huskily against your throat as he worshipped his path down your body, forcing your shirt up till his wet tongue rolled over your pert and still cold nipple.
“Gonna make it up to me, huh? Show me how sorry you are?” you prompted, your fingers raking through his sandy blond and soft hair, eliciting a groan from him every time you tugged a little harder.
Teeth pinched your skin, tongue cherished your taste, and lips left your throat bruised. It was equal parts hot, sweaty, messy, naughty, dirty, and sticky as your bodies rutted against one another, looking for dire release.
With swollen and plumper than before lips, he came back up for air and found your eyes. He kissed you with heated passion once more as if he couldn’t resist to touch you over and over again. He had to restrain himself to be able to speak.
“So, uhm, you sure about this?” Dean asked between labored breaths with an insecure gleam in his green eyes. “‘Cause if we go further, I don’t think I can stop. And I don’t mean just this time but ever… If you want this to be a one time thing, you gotta tell me, sweetheart, so I can mentally prepare myself. I mean, I’ll take what I can get, you know? Not that I care either way… Well, that’s not true. I do care. A lot… But, you know, you’re you, and I’m me, so I’m not delusional. I know there’s no way you would–”
You interrupted his babbling with a kiss, causing the hunter to lose his words. You looked deeply into his eyes and offered him a small smile of comfort.
“Dean, listen to me, okay? ‘Cause this is very important,” you urged, your hands gripping his shirt tightly.
He nodded, gulping anxiously. “O-Okay.”
“You’re incredible,” you said and watched him inhale sharply at your words, blinking at you in disbelief. “Absolutely fucking bonkers incredible. You’re right – you’re you. And thank God you are, because you’re the best, funniest, smartest, kindest, and goddamn hottest man I’ve ever met. I’m tired of you not seeing that. As my boyfriend, I really need to you to see that, alright?”
As Dean pensively took in your words, his brow began to furrow. “Boyfriend?”
The corners of your mouth rose to a beam. “Yeah, boyfriend,” you confirmed. “That’s what you want, right? ‘Cause I’d really like that, too.”
“Uh, yeah, yeah… That’s what I want.” Dean nodded eagerly before another swallow followed. “I mean, among other things…”
You bit your lip, smirking. “What other things?”
“Well, uhm…”
Dean didn’t finish his sentence, his lips impatiently claiming yours instead. He pressed you hungrily back against the door, massive hands sliding down your sides till they hooked into the hem of your denim shorts and ripped them down to your ankles, leaving you only covered in teal lace. He growled shamelessly at the sight, his thick digits eagerly diving inside.
“Wanna be inside you,” he groaned into your ear, thumbing furiously at your clit. “Every hour of every day…”
“We can do that,” you agreed with a giggle, your arms locking around his neck, fingers carding through his hair in the back.
“Wanna feel your mouth around my–” The last word was muffled as he ravaged your neck, but you understood where he was going with this.
“You can do that,” you said with a smile.
“And fuck, I want you to ride my face,” he declared. That demand left you speechless, making even Dean stop for a minute and look at you. “Too far?”
You shook your head and smirked. “I can do that.”
Before Dean’s mind could fathom your words, you shoved him onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress. When you stood before him, slotted between his muscular legs, his gaze trailed up and down your body, memorizing every beautiful curve. As your fingers curled into the waistband of your panties, however, the hunter stopped you.
“Leave ‘em on, sweetheart. Don’t you dare take those off,” he told you, his hands rapaciously reaching out to you.
You played with the hem of your top and smirked, your tongue licking over your lips. “What about this? On or off?”
“Off,” he shot back faster than a bullet leaving a barrel.
“You first,” you demanded and grinned. “Remember, this is still your punishment.”
“God, I love getting punished,” Dean mumbled and slipped out of his shirt. He then swiftly shimmied out of his jeans, discarding each item carelessly around the room.
He then took a deep breath as he tugged the waistband of his boxers, his erection already fighting its way out. “Well, here goes nothing,” the hunter said and pulled his underwear down.
You tilted your head to see his hard cock from a better angle as it sprang against his stomach. Your lips parted in anticipation, wondering what he’d taste like on your tongue and how deep you’d be able to take him. You guessed there’d be a struggle ahead, considering how huge and wide he was.
“Oh, I would not call that monster nothing,” you commented with a scoff, your pussy throbbing with need. “Explains all that BDE.”
Dean blushed. It was cute to watch. “Thank you.”
Giggling, you removed your shirt and tossed it at his face, blinding him for a second. You used that momentum to slide onto the bed and straddle his torso. As his eyes finally found you again, he almost choked on his spit when he gazed up at your perfect tits above him. A primal grunt escaped his throat.
With a mesmerized sparkle in his eyes, his hands trailed up your body and cupped your breasts, massaging them roughly as your panties grew damper by the minute. He then pulled you down to his lips and kissed you breathless before he left them with a boyish smirk on his freckled face.
“Hop on, sweetheart.”
And as if his words hadn’t been enough motivation, his hands wandered to palm your ass and hauled you closer to his mouth. He was an impatient one – or maybe he’d waited years for this and was finally tired of it.
Your knees sunk into the mattress on either side of his stubborn head. His fingers dented your flesh as they grabbed onto your thighs. Yours held onto the headboard for support. You tried not to look down, because then you’d see his big lopsided and full of excitement grin.
The same one he had when you found a diner in Kentucky that advertised the biggest burger in America (it wasn’t). The same one he had when he thought he had run into a member of Metallica at a gas station outside of Phoenix (he didn’t). The same one he had when you and Sam gifted him his own beer brewing station for his last birthday (which tasted horrible, but neither you nor Sam had the heart to tell him).
And now, he had that same grin when he was about to be with you.
As your pussy dripped above him, Dean couldn’t hold back his lewd groans any longer. You didn’t even have to lower yourself; he just dragged you down onto his face all to eagerly. His fingers swiped your panties to the side, and before you could even adjust your grip on the bedpost, his tongue darted into your soaked channel as deeply as he could and sucked you goddamn dry.
With several whimpers, you clenched around his wet muscle. If you were water in the desert, he was parched and drinking to survive.
His nose was buried in your folds, rubbing deliciously against your clit as he lapped your pussy in a vicious attack that left you squirming and moaning to a pornographic degree above him. Because Dean was just that – pure porn.
Instinctively and irresistibly, you ground your cunt against him, the vibrations of his keen groans against your sensitive flesh rocking you to the edge of your climax. He ate you out and devoured you like that damn gigantic burger in Kentucky. And as you dared to blink down and watch him in action, he had the audacity to devilishly smirk up at you with the crinkles around his green eyes alone, gauging your every reaction to his touches as if you were a goddamn movie on a silver screen.
You trembled and quivered and screamed as your orgasm electrified every molecule in your body. You white-knuckled the wood in your grip, your body only held up by Dean’s strong arms because God knows your weak legs were useless now.
As wave after wave washed over you, Dean drank every drop of yours, his tongue never getting enough of your taste. The sounds that filled the room were carnal and obscene.
“Fuck, Dean,” you sighed blissfully and lifted off his face and captured his swollen and red lips in a grateful kiss, your palms finding purchase on his broad shoulders. Your drenched and sensitive cunt settled on his thighs as an egregiously large erection poked your belly and tempted you further.
Dean smirked up at you, all satisfied and confident with his achievement. “I think we have a slight problem, though.”
Your brow knitted, your heart tightening with anxiety. Had you been as disappointing as the burger, beer, and that fake Metallica band member?
But Dean only grinned teasingly at your confused face. “There’s no way I learned my lesson here.”
You snorted and sought out his lips, the kiss giving you a taste of yourself. “We’ll work on that. I might have to nickname you Jaws after this,” you joked.
“Can’t wait for you to explain that one to Sammy.” Dean snorted, chuckling. “Now, how about you hop on again, but this time a little further south, huh?” he proposed with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a suggestive twitch of his cock for emphasis.
You giggled with a few nods. “I can do that.”
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Robin’s always had a soft spot for Eddie Munson, but up until recently it had been in a distant kind of way; she appreciated his class clown act, the way it had a domino effect of keeping the heat off the band kids, how he hogged the spotlight for any passing douchebag’s attention.
But then they both literally dive into The Upside Down, and her appreciation reaches a whole new level.
They’re in the Wheeler’s garage, thanking their lucky stars that four bikes exist in 1983 (and yeah, Robin’s sure that if she thinks about the whole time thing for half a second more her brain will promptly melt, so she doesn’t).
Each of them are pushing their chosen bike down the driveway, in a dazed sort of silence—the high of the Lite-Brite worn off in the face of another grim journey through The Upside Down.
Steve is flagging, Robin can hear it: his breathing’s growing laboured as he walks, an occasional unsteadiness to him that’s setting her anxiety off all over again, because what if they were wrong, what if it’s really rabies, and it’s too late, it’s coursing through his veins, and he’s—they’re gonna lose him—
“Hey, Harrington,” Eddie says, swinging a leg over his saddle, “wanna race?”
“… Hmm? Sorry, what?” Steve says.
There’s not even that long of a delay in him speaking, but the pause still has Robin’s heart in her throat.
Eddie’s got one foot on a pedal now, ready to set off. He looks back at them with a shaky grin—like he’s terrified, but he’s still gonna have some fun anyway.
“I’m throwing down the gauntlet, King Steve. Bet I’ll be faster than you.”
Steve scoffs, stands up a little straighter before he mirrors Eddie, balancing on the bike with one foot on the pedal.
“How much are we betting?”
Eddie huffs. “Oh, no money involved,” he says nonchalantly. He raises an eyebrow in challenge. “This is just for the glory.”
And God, there’s that spark back in Steve’s eyes; it’s like Robin can physically see his competitive streak giving him strength.
Eddie Munson, you beautiful soul, she thinks, I could kiss you.
“Faster than me? Yeah, maybe in your dreams, Munson,” Steve says.
But Eddie’s already speeding off with a comical whoop; Steve curses as he hurriedly tries to catch up, yelling, “You dick, that’s cheating!”
“Not in my rulebook!” Eddie says with a cackle.
And for a little while, that’s enough to put Robin’s mind at ease: watching the pair of them taunt each other like kids—hearing Nancy laugh at the spectacle as she bikes alongside her.
But then she falls through the Gate, Eddie close behind her, and they freeze when Steve screams Nancy’s name with such fear.
Robin’s plunged back into a mind-numbing panic; she’s sure that her heart doesn’t even begin to slow until they’ve left the trailer park, until Steve’s control of the RV switches from ‘holy shit, we’re on the run, what have our lives become?’ to something more normal—the reliable, measured driving she’s familiar with, taking her to and from school or work.
Finally, she has time to, um… take stock. Of… things.
She wobbles her way over to Eddie, grabbing onto his elbow as Steve takes a turning.
Eddie instantly holds her up, a steadying hand around her waist. “Oh, hi. I’ve gotcha—”
“Your music isn’t actually shit,” Robin says in one breath. “I know, um, on balance, it’s probably not the worst thing I could’ve said, but the delivery was—but, you know, considering I thought Nance was literally about to die, I’d say it was, like, kinda calm all things considered, but—”
Eddie’s chuckling. “Yeah, on balance,” he echoes teasingly, “you were pretty damn funny, actually. Uh, sorry for. Um. Screaming at you? Basically?”
“Basically,” Robin agrees. “Yeah, you were like impressively loud. Not quite eardrum-rupturing level, but y’know, I don’t actually know anyone who’s really had that happen to them; Amanda Wallis said she ruptured hers at the pep rally ‘cause she was standing too close to us—the band, I mean, but—”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Oh, that’s bull, there’s no way that’d be loud enough to—”
“—I think she just had a grudge ‘cause David C on mellophone got literally the tiniest bit of spit on her, and he was only—”
“Yeah, well, everyone knows you sit in the splash zone at your own risk.”
“Exactly! She’s had plenty of time to learn marching band protocol.”
“Uh-huh, protocol,” Eddie echoes again, with a giggle.
He’s got a nice kind of laugh, Robin thinks: one where she’s never in doubt that he’s laughing with her rather than at her.
“That stuff you do’s pretty cool,” he says; with his free hand, he actually imitates her mime of playing a trumpet. “You must have good, uh…” She can see the exact moment that he’s having second thoughts about saying it, but he forges ahead anyway, with a hilariously uncertain, “Good… lungs?”
“Fascinating attempt at a compliment,” Robin says. “Luckily for you, I accept insults as, like, equal tokens of friendship.”
Eddie does a double take. He doesn’t go so far as letting out a questioning, “We’re friends?”, but he might as well have said it anyway: his eyes widen for a moment, like someone who’s just been unexpectedly asked out to prom.
Steve takes another turning; he does it smoothly enough, but even he can’t stop the RV from moving with it, and Robin stumbles again, very nearly ends up repeating how she toppled right onto Eddie in The Upside Down.
“Woah there, you’re good,” Eddie says, “just gotta find your, uh, what’s it called? Your equilibrium.”
“I don’t have any,” Robin says, all theatrical devastation, and Eddie snorts.
“Sure you do, Buckley. Look, just take my—yeah, that’s it, then just kinda straighten up… yeah, you’ve got it.”
And yes, after a minute or so, Robin’s footing does feel more certain, but she still keeps a stubborn grip on Eddie’s elbow, just in case.
“God, d’you know what I’m gonna do when all this is over?” Eddie says.
“Pray tell.”
“I’m gonna make a list. What was it you said, Madonna, Blondie…? Whatever, I’m getting all of them, m’never getting caught out like that again.”
“I’m hoping that needing music to evade the clutches of a serial killer from an alternate dimension is, um, strictly a one-time thing.”
“Don’t care,” Eddie says. “Still buying those tapes. Just in case.”
And yeah, it’s said partly in jest, but Robin can hear that he means it. Still, it’s the most optimistic that she’s heard him be so far: making plans for after, like he can really see a way through this. Like maybe he finally knows that they’ll help him get there.
“Need a list of tapes from you too, Buckley. You and Harrington.”
Robin smiles. Her first thought is of singing Total Eclipse of the Heart from the dirt-ridden floor of a mall bathroom, but then she thinks of every car ride with Steve, every time they’ve turned up the radio to belt along, and she knows that there are way too many songs to count.
“Forget a list,” Robin says, “I could fill a book. Same for big boy over there.”
Eddie blinks, like he’s suddenly taking stock, too. “Oh yeah,” he says, laughing lightly, “I did say that, huh?”
“Sure did. I was doubting my ears, too.”
Robin had been hoping they’d long since reached the point of being able to joke around with one another. But while Eddie does laugh again, he also starts biting at his thumbnail, glancing over at Steve in the driver’s seat.
“Um, hey.” Robin manages to keep her balance, briefly pressing her knee against his leg. “I didn’t mean anything by it, Eddie.”
“No, I know.” Eddie huffs self-effacingly. “I’ve kinda got permanent foot-in-mouth disease, my report cards would tell you that.”
Well, if he wants to pass it off as sometimes I just say the darnedest things, Robin would be a hypocrite to deny him.
It fascinates her in a sad sort of way though, how he veers between joking and nervousness—like he’s worried he’s intruding on their group, of overstepping somehow.
She wants to tell him: Look, we all got dragged into this, but we chose to stick around, and you’re no different.
But she no longer has the aftermath of Russian drugs to help bypass her own nerves, to kickstart her sincerity.
“Hey, you’re awfully quiet back there,” Steve calls, and Eddie startles.
Robin shakes her head. “Not us, that’s his—”
“Hello? Henderson, I’m talking to you.”
“We’re not even doing anything!” Dustin shouts back in exaggerated affront.
He’s sat on the backseat of the RV, peering out the window along with Lucas, Erica and Max. Robin stifles a chuckle at the sight; they look like they’re on a field trip—the cool kids at the back of the bus.
“Yeah, well, just checking,” Steve says, amused. “For all I know, you coulda been building a gigantic radio again on, like, the roof of this thing.”
“Cerebro,” Dustin says, just as Eddie lets out a baffled, “Uh, again?”
But then they���re pulling into The War Zone’s parking lot, and any chatter abruptly dies.
Afterwards, Steve gets off the road to park in a reassuringly deserted field. They don’t head outside right away (Robin’s not exactly looking forward to prepping Molotov cocktails), instead staying in the RV to eat junk food they’d grabbed beforehand.
Robin discovers that Dustin’s somehow bought five more cans of Pringles and snorts, declaring, “You’ve got a problem.”
At some point, Steve tries to sneak off to the bathroom so he can change his dressings—“And use actual proper bandages!” Robin calls to him; no offence to Nancy’s resourcefulness, but the torn shirt strips only do so much good.
It becomes a more comical than horrifying event, although she’s sure that’s down to Steve deliberately making it so, like a sleight of hand trick: playing it down as he keeps talking to the kids throughout, never wincing even once.
He ends up having to keep the bathroom door open to continue an argument with Erica over which Scoops Ahoy sundae was the best of all time—then figures that he might as well just step out into the open anyway.
At least the wounds have stopped bleeding—although the sight of Steve cleaning around them with bottled water is one that Robin could personally do without.
The kids are entirely unfazed. They flock to Steve, peering at the glimpses he lets them see like he’s just got a cool tattoo. Robin supposes that after El and whatever nightmare wormy thing was in her leg, they’ve seen everything.
Eddie, however, is another matter. He keeps quiet about it, not obvious at all, but Robin watches his face grow paler and paler before Steve wraps the new bandages around his stomach.
Dustin, bless his precocious little heart, must also notice, because he quickly starts up a seemingly impromptu game of charades, meaning that Eddie is soon distracted by his ridiculously over the top gestures.
“No, Steve, how are you not getting this?”
“I thought the whole appeal of this game was that you’re not meant to talk, Henderson. Dude, watch it, you nearly took Max’s eye out with… whatever the hell that was.”
“Oh my god, it’s Back to the Future, obviously! Ow, Max, I didn’t mean to—uh, yeah, the mime needs to be that big, how else am I gonna project what—”
“Dustin, I swear to god, I’m about to project you out the window,” Steve drawls.
Eddie laughs, hides it behind his hand.
But Steve must catch it, because he glances over at Eddie and winks before he’s dragged back into guessing another movie title.
And Robin’s obviously seen Steve wink before—he does it all the time, so much so that she’s become quite adept at reading when it’s a friendly one for her, or if he’s sharing some kind of in-joke with one of the kids.
She’s also seen his attempts at a ‘smooth’ wink towards some girls at work—and look, he’s Steve Harrington, it’s not like he’s going to be bad at it.
But if you ask Robin, it’s never looked quite right, like he’s always performing to an audience he’s unsure of.
But this wink doesn’t look like it belongs to either of those categories. Well, it’s got something in common with the first: that it looks entirely natural, as if he’s doing it almost without thinking. Like it just feels right.
They go through some more rounds of charades—Dustin’s gestures, if possible, getting even more dramatic—and Eddie gradually goes from contributing a few guesses to none at all, curling up on the backseat. He looks utterly wiped out.
Robin tries to catch Nancy’s eye, and after a few attempts, she gets the message, stands up with a nod.
“Okay, let’s take this outside, guys.”
“Spoken like a true camp counsellor,” Max says.
Nancy acts like she’s offended, but her lips keep twitching into a smile. “Max, never say that to me again.”
“There’s more space outside,” Erica says, “so we can duck out the way of Dustin’s windmilling arms.”
“Hey!”
“I’m bored of charades,” Lucas says. “We could do another competition? Like, I dunno, cartwheels or handstands or something?”
“Oh sure, so I can show you up?” Max returns, grinning.
Steve scoffs. “Uh, if you’re doing a cartwheel competition, I would win.”
“Since when?” Dustin says, an obvious taunt that Steve predictably rises to, flipping him off.
“Save your athletics for Vecna, please,” Nancy cuts in dryly.
“It wouldn’t be a fair fight.” Lucas gestures to Steve’s stomach, a little uncertainly. “You know, considering…”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Under normal circumstances, I would kick all your asses.”
“Sure,” Robin says brightly, “but Steve, if you do literally anything more strenuous than sitting down right now, I’m gonna—”
“Uh, Steve would kick your asses, actually,” Eddie says slowly. His voice is muffled from the way his hand’s holding up his chin, partly covering his mouth. “He did gymnastics.”
Robin, surprised, looks to Steve; he’s doing that thing where he scratches at his cheek unconsciously, seems to be a mixture of embarrassed and pleased.
“How’d you know that?” he asks.
Eddie shrugs. “We didn’t have a cover for gym one time, remember? There was a whole group of us slacking off but you just kept doing, y’know,” he twirls his fingers, “tricks on that box thingy.”
“Vaulting box,” Steve corrects like he can’t stop himself. He’s sporting an almost abashed little smile that Robin’s never seen before.
Eddie shrugs again. “S’all Greek to me,” he says, interrupts himself halfway through with a deep yawn.
Steve’s eyes soften. And then he’s ushering the kids outside, “C’mon, you can do whatever competition you want for thirty minutes before we get to work.”
“Got it, coach.”
“Shut up, Mayfield.”
“I’ll be your stopwatch if you’re doing handstands,” Nancy chips in, bringing up the rear—she catches Robin’s eye again, subtly tilts her head in Eddie’s direction and mouths Stay?
Robin nods.
“Uh, that won’t be accurate at all,” comes Dustin’s rebuttal—he’s outside now, but his voice still carries. “Unless you can like accurately keep time in your head down to the second—”
“Oh my god, Dustin, you’re such a shithead.”
“Nancy Wheeler, I’m heartbroken.”
Steve’s chuckle floats through the open door. “She said it, dude, not me.”
“You say it all the goddamn time!”
And then the voices fade away until all Robin can hear is distant laughs and joyful screams. It’s relaxing, in its own way.
“No gymnastics for you, Buckley?” Eddie says.
“Nope, not since 7th grade. Managed two cartwheels before I broke my wrist.”
Eddie winces in sympathy. He’s slumping a bit more; Robin makes herself comfy in the opposite corner of the backseat, gives him the most space.
She feels a weird lump at her back, behind one of the cushions. A quick investigation reveals an issue of TV Guide Magazine.
“Ooh, we can find out what we missed while on the run,” she says, waggling it in front of Eddie.
He smiles with a small huff. “Doubt it. Says 1981 on the front.”
“What’s a little more time travel?”
Robin flicks through to the crossword. She’s all too aware that Eddie’s still sat more stiffly than anything else. With Steve, it would be so easy; she could prod him in the thigh with her toe, light touches until he took the hint and relaxed.
But even before they’d really become friends, they were tactile: a tap on the shoulder to grab attention, bumping hips to move each other out of the way whenever they were scooping ice-cream at the same time. It’d been done so unconsciously, like they were already learning to read each other’s minds.
With Eddie, it’s clear that a different approach is needed.
Robin had caught onto that after her misstep at the boathouse, a pit in her stomach at the sight of Eddie’s hands shaking.
But her instinct to reach out, to soothe, made her unthinkingly try again; as they walked in the woods, she’d heard his breathing quicken, and her hand lightly brushed his back. She drew back as he instantly flinched at her touch.
“Sorry, sorry,” she said hurriedly. “Just—just checking you were okay. Sorry.”
Eddie just stared at her before nodding hesitantly.
And Robin wanted to tell him that it wasn’t by chance, that he had people who cared about him; that she did, and it wasn’t a fluke or an accident—she was choosing it.
She keeps her eyes on the magazine, jots down a few crossword answers. It reminds her of summer days spent reading on her grandparents’ porch, not wanting to startle a cat her grandpa had rescued as it approached her. It was always so spooked.
“You’ve just gotta let him come to you, sweet pea,” her grandma would say.
After a couple minutes, she hears Eddie breathe out, the creak of the seat as he lies down. He rests his head right next to her thigh.
“S’good?” he asks, pointing at the magazine.
“It’s pretty easy.” One of the crossword clues is ‘The Lion, the Witch, and the?’ which isn’t exactly taxing. “I’m used to doing the cryptic ones.”
Eddie laughs. He kinda sounds fond. “Of course you are.”
“They’re not that hard, once you know how to read ‘em.”
“Hmm, I doubt that. Lay one on me, Buckley.”
She purses her lips in thought. “Oh, I got this one last week. Condition of Wyoming, five letters.”
Eddie lifts his head ever so slightly to give her a blank look. “Not a fucking clue.”
“State. Get it? ‘Cause ‘condition’ is the definition, and Wyoming is literally—”
“God, I’m surrounded by geniuses.”
“Well, I’ve got the advantage of a summer of code-breaking.”
Robin slowly raises her hand as she speaks—makes sure to do it in Eddie’s line of vision, spots that he doesn’t pull back, that he even gives the tiniest half-nod. She pats his head twice.
Eddie scrunches up his nose. “Sorry, my hair’s gross.”
“It’s not that bad,” Robin says honestly. “Y’know for being on the run, it’s holding up pretty well. I’m getting whatever shampoo you use.”
Eddie smiles. “Sure.”
“Yours is looking way better than mine did after, like, one day getting wrapped up in all this.” Again, without really thinking, Robin adds, “I had all this sweat and blood and puke in it.”
Eddie’s eyes are closed now. He makes an unhappy sound, prods gently at her knee. “You’ve all gotta work on telling me horrific shit. That should not be casual for you, Buckley.”
He sounds emphatic—protective, even. Robin feels unexpectedly emotional.
“Yeah, sorry. Bad habit.”
Silence falls, and by the time Steve enters the RV, Robin has filled in the whole crossword, Eddie dozing by her side.
Steve’s getting another bottle of water—actually drinking it this time. He’s got grass stains on his knees, and he’s sweating slightly, like the ‘stay still’ advice hasn’t once been taken.
His eyes soften again when he sees Eddie sleeping—he doesn’t need to linger, but he does.
Robin watches.
We need more time, Steve, she thinks suddenly. For you to keep looking at him like that—for him to be awake to see it.
Steve tears his eyes away. Lands on her.
She smiles, mouthing What?
Steve rolls his eyes. He imitates her ‘what?’ mockingly, but then he smiles back and taps at his wrist, mimes winding a watch on. It’s what they do whenever they’re slammed at work, wanting to talk, but only able to briefly catch each other’s eyes in the rush. Later.
She taps her wrist. Later, she promises.
He gives her a double thumbs up—what a dork—before heading back outside.
Robin quietly puts the magazine away. Ever so carefully, she lightly strokes Eddie’s hair, feels her heart swell and break at the same time when he sighs contentedly in his sleep.
You’d better look after yourself, Eddie Munson, she thinks. You’ve got people here. People who really want you to stick around.
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band!eddie and reader finally having some alone time in the tour bus *wink wink*
18+ rockstar!eddie universe <3
It was one of those rare occasions where the rest of the band wanted to go out and you wanted to stay in. There hadn’t even been a show that day, just interview after interview after interview. It left your social battery at an all time low. So when Jeff and Gareth wanted to barhop the night away, you lamented that you were way too tired to accompany them.
And Eddie, being the nice guy he was, opted to stay in with you. “Someone’s gotta make sure the lady stays safe. Wouldn’t want someone to steal ya,” he’d half-joked.
You scoffed. “Because, god forbid, you lose your bassist, right?”
“Well, if I lost you, I think I’d die, but… yeah, having to find a replacement would definitely be more emotionally taxing.”
Eddie Munson was the only person in the world who could rival your sarcasm. It was so easy for the both of you to cover up a sweet thing with something so playfully sour. The boy finishes his quip with a stupid, lovedrunk grin that nearly makes you melt.
“Obviously,” you retort.
The rest of the boys disappear for the next several hours, enough for the sun to have set and stars to sprinkle the sky. If you had to guess, they’ve probably got a running bet on how many bars they could get free drinks from. It’ll go on until they can’t see straight anymore, no winners or losers — unless you count your manager, who’ll no doubt have to escort them back to the bus.
With them gone, the bus is practically silent for the first time all tour. There is no boyish yelling or tuning guitars or video games. There’s not even the muffled sound of tires on gravel with the tour bus parked. It’s total silence filled only with the faint sounds of Charlie’s Angels coming from the common area. The episode is practically on mute, though, because Eddie knows you’re tired and doesn’t want to disturb you.
The soft quiet ushers you into its velvet arms. It almost lulls you to sleep several times over, but something in the back of your mind refuses to let you slumber. You were annoyed at first. You were squirming in your tiny bunk for nearly an hour until you realized you were filled with a need of a different kind.
You didn’t need sleep. You needed Eddie. Like a child needs their baby’s blanket — you can’t be without him for too long, or you might start screaming. The sudden ache to be close to him hits you like a freight train.
The sliding door of the bunks glides open with a mechanical schlick. You lean against the frame of it, clad only in a too big shirt that probably belonged to all the boys before it got to you, and admire your boy in his element.
He’s all spread out on the leather couch, curly hair untamed and in a messy chestnut halo on his head. He wears a piece of outdated Corroded Coffin merch from back when you only played gigs at The Hideout. The shirt clings to his torso while a pair of old pajama pants hang low on his hips.
Eddie’s eyes are firmly trained on the small television in the corner of the bus. The chocolate of them dart around the screen as Farrah Fawcett turns flips beneath a shoddy cable service. He barely acknowledges your presence, too engrossed in the climax of his show.
“Thought you were sleeping,” he says without looking at you.
“I’m too bored to sleep,” you practically whine.
Your feet shuffle along the carpeted floor as you walk the short distance to him. You all but flop onto the couch at his side, burying your face into the warmth of his neck.
“What do you mean you’re too bored to sleep?” he mocks with a soft laugh. He turns to press his lips to your head, not exactly kissing you there, just resting against you. His words are muffled: “Why didn’t you go out with Jeff and Gareth?”
“Didn’t want to,” you answer shortly.
“Solid answer,” he nods. “What do you wanna do then?”
He doesn’t necessarily mean it suggestively. He’d probably go lie in traffic if it’d make you less bored, he loves you so damn much — but fuck if a million dirty things don’t pop into your head all at once.
It’s practically the first time you’ve been alone all tour.
Now that you think about it, every time you’ve fucked Eddie, it’s been at the discretion of prying eyes just behind a door or in a room over. Hotels are few and far between, and you and your boys are the tightest clan the universe has ever seen, so it leaves little room for opportunity time for you and Eddie.
But here you were now, with no one around, and practically all the time in the world (or rather, until sunrise, when the rest of the band shuffled back onto the bus).
“I don’t know,” you lilt, though you’re already hooking a leg over his thighs.
Eddie feels like a teenage boy all over again as you settle onto his lap. A wide grin tugs slow at the corners of his mouth. He doesn’t bother to hide his excitement. “What are ya doin’, doll?”
“Nothin’,” you shrug, feigning innocence, like you’re not slipping your fingers through the hem of his pants. The tips of them inch into his boxers and trail down the thin patch of coarse hair there with a touch that’s smoother than water.
His cock is already half-hard when you take him into your hands, warm and soft and stiffening in your grip. Eddie exhales deeply through his nose at your gentle caressing, his gaze now turned down to where work him harder.
“Keep watching your show, baby,” you tease with a knowing grin as you slip his dick from the confines of his pajamas.
“How can I—” he tries to joke, but the words get lost in his throat when you slide your panties to the side. He goes instantly stupid at the sight of your slick collecting along the manicured thatch of pubic hair just above your pussy. His brain all but ceases to function when you rub yourself along him, drenched folds parting to welcome the bulbous tip of his cock.
You feel like silk, he concludes, or maybe something somehow softer.
Eddie swallows thickly while his obedient hands settle on your hips to steady you. He continues, this time with a tremble in his voice. “How can I when you’re pullin’ this shit, huh?” his button eyes flit back up to look at you, a smirk forming on his pink lips. “You just wanna ride me, huh? That’s what you need?”
You don’t answer him. You’re barely listening, if you’re honest, too concentrated on positioning him at your opening. You gasp softly when you pierce yourself with him, then exhale low moans as you sink slowly onto his cock. The burn is a minimal one, somewhere in your lower tummy, that washes away with a flood of velvet-coated pleasure.
Eddie fills you so perfectly, just like he always does, like he was made to be seated inside you.
“Well, this is an excellent way to pass the time, if I do say so myself,” he manages to quip through bated exhales from where he’d been holding his breath. You rock your hips over his lap without warning. His pink lips form a tight line as something short of a growl bubbles in his throat and rumbles in his chest.
You watch with a proud grin as his eyes flutter shut and his head falls back. You push his curls over his shoulder to press open-mouthed kisses along the pale expanse of his neck, occasionally dragging your teeth along the milky white tendon there.
Eddie hums to himself when he feels you mewl softly against his skin. Your hips sway back and forth over his thighs, moving to a rhythm of their own accord — all slow and methodical. It’s a pace that always gets him pussy drunk. A steady rise and fall that forces him to feel all of you and makes him swear that you’re some kind of succubus.
“Oh my god,” he says within a dragged out exhale. He starts to babble to himself while you work yourself over his lap. “Fuck me… This is so… so fucking hot. Shit— your pussy is so good to be, doll…”
He forces himself to open his heavy eyes to watch you mount him. His chin tilts down towards his chest and he shifts his hips so he has the perfect view of you. Your honey coats his lap, leaving his cock and pubic hair glistening with your slick. The sight of him all shiny with you makes him dizzy.
His palm leaves your hip and seeks purchase on your ass, not really thinking about it, just gravitating to hold you there. He grips you with guitar-string calloused hands that encourage you to rock harder against him.
Your hand trails from his shoulder down to where the two of you meet. You start to rub your clit with a lust-fueled fervor that just about makes him implode. You whine when your fingers meet the sensitive button, clenching somehow tighter around him as your pleasure begins to crescendo.
“That feel good?” he wonders through bated breaths. His hand leaves your ass, rising for no more than a moment, only to come down again in a practiced slap that makes you jolt against him. The sting of his palm adds gasoline to the simmering embers of your impending orgasm.
You whine, louder this time, arching your back and keening shamelessly against him.
It makes him grin. “Huh? Feels good on your pretty little clit, doesn’t it, doll?”
“Fuck yes…” you cry through a tight throat. “Feels so good, Eddie— fuck.”
Your hips lose their rhythm as your body fights to find its own pleasure.
You’ve got his dick locked inside you with a grip so tight it’s got him seeing stars, and it makes him wonder if you’d stop. Like, if the boys barged in right now, would you keep going, too far gone and dumb on his cock not to see it through.
Something about that, you riding him for all he’s worth, whining while you come on his cock with your friends watching — seeing firsthand who you belong to — makes him want to burst all at wants.
“God, this pussy’s amazin’, baby… ’S gonna— holy fuck… You’re gonna make me come if you keep riding me like this... Shit, yeah, just like that, doll.”
When you come, you do it together.
It’s a borderline spiritual feeling, one that doesn’t happen very often because Eddie’s usually adamant about you coming twice before he has the first time. But now, both of you are sensitive and whining through your orgasms, heaving out incorrigible moans and grasping tightly onto one another.
Eddie takes to fucking up into you while you reach your simultaneous highs. He grips you hard enough to leave bruises while his thighs audibly slap slap slap against your more slick ones. You cry at the oversensitivity — electric shocks that contrasts heavily with the warm feeling of his come spitting into your fluttering walls.
You shake violently in his hold, moaning his name over and over like it’s the only word you can remember. Your orgasm comes and goes, and you’re left whining pathetic Eddie, Eddie, Eddie’s into the mostly silent tour bus.
The boy isn’t in much better shape either. He fights off a cramp in his foot from where he’d curled his toes too tightly and blinks away burning tears that sing the backs of his eyes from coming so suddenly.
Your hips come to a slow stop over his lap, too quickly and yet not soon enough. You rest your forehead over his own, knocking your nose with his before you lean in to press several lazy pecks upon his lax mouth.
“See?” you manage to tease through heavy pants. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“I guess that wasn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had,” Eddie quips with a wide grin and eyes that are still slightly glazed with dispersing pleasure. He rubs his hands over the skin of your ass to soothe where he’d held you too tight. It’s soft, too soft for what he’s about to tell you.
“Now, how about you spread yourself out on this couch and let me clean you up, ‘kay?”
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hounds of love // yuki tsunoda
summary: yuki is in love…aka, the yuki soft launch <3
pairing: yuki tsunoda x normal girl! reader
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user yuki stop wth the soft launching we wanna see her!!
user I bet she’s so fucking pretty-
danielricciardo so what kind of monster mash were you doing?? did it involve a bed or a jukebox (or both)?
-> user LMAO DANNY U KNOW UR COMMENTS R PUBLIC RIGHT?
-> user oh he defo knows, hes just trying to work yuki up
->user what do you know that we don’t!!
liamlawson30 so can you tell her to bring some of those cinnamon rolls next time she’s in the paddock? they were to die for and genuinely I hope you guys never break up simply because I don’t think I could live without her baking
-> yukitsunoda I will tell her that! I also hope we don’t break up (she still has so many recipes to teach me)
user yuki and liam going on about mystery girls baking skills is SENDING ME
-> user oh you know they eat well in that house
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user NOT HIM LINKING IT BACK TO THE SONG HE FIRST HSED TO SOFT LAUNCH IM GONNA CRY
yourusername I love you baby 💕
pierregasly welp i guess the cats out of the bag now
-> yukitsunoda if I had never left you alone in the same room as my phone nobody would know what she looks like and this wouldn’t have happened straightaway
-> user lmao not Pierre spoiling the soft launch
liamlawson30 so can you send me the cinnamon roll recipe?
-> yourusername no you’ll ruin it. but I will gladly bring a Tupperware container to the next race
-> alphataurif1 but what if admin wants the recipe? 🥺
-> user damn how good are these cinnamon rolls?
-> danielricciardo better than sex. by a LONG SHOT
user what kind of sorcery did he use to pull her?
-> yukitsunoda i was like the stray cat following her home and eventually she took pity on me
-> yourusername LMAO no we met through a mutual friend, someone who does martial arts with my sister is embedded in the racing world
danielricciardo aw you guys are too cute! and don’t worry yourusername, i promise I’ll take care of him next season ❤️
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@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @clemswrld @httpiastri @twinkodium @lorarri @thatsdemko @scuderiamh @oconso @cartierre @silversainz @thatsdemko
#yuki tsunoda#yuki tsunoda x reader#formula one x reader#ig aus#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#the cozy collection 2023#Spotify
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I was just wondering if we could get some nsfw headcanons of the tr boys with a chubby female reader? The people are up to you but I do ask for at least Sanzu.
TokRev x Chubby!Reader Headcanons
♡ NSFW, fem reader, reader has thick thighs, chubby tummy, love handles and is described as soft, also fluffy because I'm in a fluffy mood ♡
Characters: Sanzu, Kazutora, Chifuyu, Draken
note: Thank you for the request anon! As a chubby girl myself, I had so much fun writing this 🩷 I'm already considering a part 2
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Sanzu
🌸 Sanzu loves your chubby body and he shows you how much he loves you every chance he gets
🌸 Kisses your thighs and tummy when he eats you out and struggles not to cum in his pants when you squeeze his head between your thighs
🌸 As much as he loves cumming inside you, sometimes he pulls out just to cum on your body
"You're so pretty babygirl, I just wanna cover you in my cum~"
🌸 Lays on your stomach after sex and covers it with kisses
Kazutora
🐅 Leaves hickeys and bite marks all over your thighs
🐅 Obsessed with eating you out (as I've mentioned multiple times before, he has an oral fixation and can't live without your pussy)
🐅 Loves when you sit on his face and will ask you to squeeze him between your thighs
🐅 If he could choose how to die, he'd wanna die in between your legs
"C'mon angel, squeeze me harder! Wanna feel those soft thighs wrapped around me~"
Chifuyu
🩵 Obsessed with your love handles
🩵 Loves when you wear outfits that show them off and loves ripping those outfits off of you
🩵 Buys you lingerie that barely covers you so he can see all your thickness (he's so real for that)
🩵 No matter the position he's gripping your love handles, but he especially likes when you ride him
"You feel so fucking good princess, so soft and sexy! I'm so glad you're all mine baby~"
Draken
🐉 Likes when you wear his clothes while he fucks you
🐉 Draken is an ass slapper, not too hard but definitely not soft either
🐉 Likes fucking you doggystyle just so he can watch your ass jiggle
🐉 He grips your tummy or ass while he fucks you and is constantly praising you while doing so
"God damn babydoll, you look so good underneath me. So fucking pretty and perfect~"
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Tagging @arlerts-angel and @i-literally-cant-with-this
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers headcanons#tokyo revengers smut#kazutora hanemiya#ken ryuguji#sanzu haruchiyo#chifuyu matsuno
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I Love You, And I Don't Say It Enough:
Pt. 2; Baby, It's Okay
Pairing: Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) x Reader
Warnings: she/her pronouns used, possible ooc Daryl idk, PinV sex, unprotected sex (wrap that shit 👹), rough to soft sex, canon typical violence, mentions of character death. Not proofread.
About: This is set after Season 7 (meaning if you do not know who died Season 7 Episode 1, please do not read if you do not want spoilers.) This is a little fic about Daryl returning to Alexandria after escaping from Negan. I may have gotten some of the details wrong, but this was mostly for my own enjoyment. If you have a request you want to send in for him or another character, feel free. I will be making a master list for TWD and include the characters I write for here in the next few days!
REQUESTING INFO || TWD MASTERLIST
The past few weeks had been some of the toughest of your life. Not only did you witness two of your good friends die, but you knew that more blood would be shed along the way after theirs. You just didn't think it would be Daryl. He wasn't dead, not from what you knew, at least. They just took him from you. A man who's helped you survive since the beginning. A man who you grew very fond of, and he grew just as fond of you in return. You thought Alexandria brought hope to the future the both of you could share. You were wrong. At least in this moment you were so very wrong.
You screamed for them not to take him from you. It only made them laugh. Negan made a comment about wanting to take you, too. Make you his wife and Daryl have to watch him treat you like his. "I'll be back for ya, don't cry," was the last thing Daryl had said to you. It didn't stop your tears, if anything it only made them worse. What if that was the last time he would ever speak with you? The last time you'd ever see his face. What if he ended up like Glenn and Abraham... Or worse?
It felt like months had passed without him, but in reality. It was only about three, maybe four days. Living without him was lonely. Sure as hell a lot colder at night than having his furnace of a body cooped up next to you. When you saw him get off the truck, you nearly collapsed. His eyes looked tired, but they still searched for you. They still widened and looked at you with the same love and adoration as before. Negan was quick to stop the interaction when Daryl blurted your name and the both of you attempted to run for one another.
"Well," his smile, god. You'd give nothing more than to shoot it off his face. "Isn't this just adorable? Don't you think, Lucille?" He chuckled, walking up to you with a curious gaze. "We've got little miss Jane over here, and her man of a Tarzan over there." He spoke with a sigh. "Gross." He snickered, looking back at Daryl while circling around you. Placing his hands on your hips. Watching you flinch and Daryl fight with the people holding him back. "Don't touch 'er!" "Hey now, what did I say? None of that, or else I'll shut," He held his bat up close to your face. "That shit down." He spoke, voice getting lower and more stern with each word. Daryl understood, even if he didn't want to. Looking at you with a gaze that told you everything was going to be all right.
Negan chuckled again, leaning in close to press his nose against the side of your hair. Inhaling deeply, and then sighing. "Damn! Does your woman smell nice. Bet she tastes just as good, if yunno what I mean." He told Daryl with a sly grin. "Don't talk about 'er-" "Do you wanna see her brains on the pavement? Because I sure as hell don't! I've seen too many super hot wives die. No use wasting such a pretty face when she could maybe be yours again." Daryl glared, Negan looking back at you with a sigh and pursed lips. "You should really tame your dog. He's gonna bite someone someday."
After that, you had a sliver of hope. That maybe since they were letting him go on runs with them. That maybe Daryl could figure something out and get away. Maybe you'd wake up one night to Daryl climbing into bed with you. Pulling you close to one another and not saying a word. Just holding each other in silence.
Each passing day grew harder and harder. Each day without him felt like shit. Like it was a reminder that you would be alone. You came into this apocalypse alone. Everyone you ever knew and loved, dead. Then you would die alone. Everyone that you ever knew and loved being just as dead.
But then, it happened.
Everyone else saw him before you had. Hugging and reuniting with their friend. Their family. He didn't linger with anyone too long, though. His main priority was you. It was always you, and would always be. He had to make sure that you were safe. That he knew you were safe. "She's in the house. Up in your room. I think she's reading." Tara told him, and he nodded. Giving a soft thanks before racing off in order to find you. To hold you and never let go.
He crept up the stairs. His body trembling along with his breath. Doing his best to not be too fast and startle you, but the closer he got. The more he couldn't help himself. Finally reaching the door to your guys' room. Reaching out to touch the handle but to his surprise. It turned for him. Watching with cautious and wide eyes as the door opened and he was met with you. His girl. His woman. His wife. Though the two of you weren't official, nor did either of you talk about marriage. He considered you to be his spouse. May as well be since his eyes were only ever on you since they first saw you.
"Daryl," You didn't have time to say anything else. Cut off by Daryl pulling you in for a desperate kiss. He was never good with words, anyways.
The hunter was quick to get his point across too. About how much he missed you. How he wasn't about to let you go anytime soon, either. It didn't take long for him to push you onto the bed once the door was shut, and to have your clothes on the floor along with his own.
"Daryl," you called his name out, over and over like a soft prayer. Hands roaming one another's bodies with desperation. Pulling each other as close as you both could. Hungry mouths worked at either kissing anywhere they could reach or muttering soft nothings to one another.
Daryl was fairly rough with everything at first too. Like he was trying to tell you both that this was real. That he was here and so were you. His hips were fast. Each thrust within you deep and desperate. trying to chase what you both wanted. It was rough and fast, until it wasn't.
A slight worry set within you when his thrusts slowed, finally coming to a hault. His face buried in the crook of your neck. You were about to ask if you did something wrong until you heard the rigid and quiet sob that came from your lover. Frowning while your arms reached out to hold him. One hand on the back of his head, while the other rested on his back. Rubbing with soft motions while shushing him. Peppering the side of his head with kisses.
"Dar', honey, look at me. I'm here, you're back. Please, don't cry," you lulled, your eyes watering at the sound of his cries in your ear. You hated to hear or even see him cry, but you were glad that he did every so often. He was so good at bottling everything up. It scared you a lot of the time.
"Dar', sweetheart, please, look at me. Let me see you," He listened this time. Pulling away from your neck to look down at you. His blue eyes bloodshot. He had a black eye and a busted lip, which only made you frown more. Fingers tracing his face with your eyes. "Oh baby, what'd they do to you." He grunted, turning his face to get you to stop. "I thought I lost you," he muttered, a tear rolling down both of your faces this time. Your own lip quivering at his words. Everything finally setting in with both of you. "I thought I lost you too, Dixon." He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against your own.
"Did they touch you?" You shook your head, hands still holding the sides of his face. "No, think ya scared them too much," Daryl chuckled lightly at that. Opening his eyes to look at you again. "Yeah, maybe."
It was silent again. The both of you holding onto one another while staring back at each other. "I love you," you couldn't help but smile at his words. Running your fingers through his hair. Watching his eyes flutter shut and reluctantly open once more. You could easily put him to sleep by just playing with his hair. "I know you do, you have a way of telling me with your actions, always have. I love you too, mountain man." He rolled his eyes at the nickname and you chuckled. "I don't tell ya it enough, I love you. Really do. That's all I thought 'bout, too. That I don't tell ya it enough." He muttered, and you sighed. Resting your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them slightly. "Daryl, I told you. You say it without saying it. I know you do." He sighed with a nod, smiling faintly as you leant up to kiss the side of his mouth. Wanting to continue what the both of you started moments prior, but he wasn't done with his tangent. You wouldn't stop him though, you'd let him open up anytime he wanted to.
"All I could think about in there was you. If I'd see ya again. Hear ya," he spoke. "I was scared he'd.." He paused, breathing a bit heavily for a second as he thought. "Scared he'd take ya from me." "Dar', I'd go out fighting before I let him do anything to me." He chuckled, reaching up to brush some hair from your forehead. "That's what I was worried 'bout. If I lost you," "but you didn't, and I'm here. You're here. We're safe." "For now." You didn't say anything more after that. Only wrapping an arm around the back of his neck while staring up at him.
"I love you," he muttered again, and you nodded, leaning up to brush your lips against his. "I love you too, Daryl." He closed the gap between the both of you rather quick. Humming lowly into the kiss while rolling his hips against yours. Still nestled inside you.
It wasn't long before he was rolling his hips. Rolls turning into thrusts. He didn't move fast and rough like before, though. He took his time. Letting you know how much he loved and cared about you with his actions, again. His hand coming between the both of you to run his fingers between your folds. Your soft noises you released into his mouth were enough for him to continue. Lips traveling down to your neck. Leaving soft kisses and then love marks and bites. All while his fingers rubbed over your clit. Smirking softly as your hips bucked and rolled in order to chase your high, but Daryl didn't let you. No, not at first. He was dragging this out as long as he could.
"Wanna cum with ya," he muttered, kissing your collar bone with a groan. "Then do it," a growl left his throat at your words. Hips finally picking up to the speed the both of you were wanting. His finger rubbing a bit rougher on your bud. Not too harsh, but just enough it had your back arching off the bed. Hands grasping at him to ground yourself. One hand Tangling in his hair while the other clawed at his back. His lips came crashing on yours. Muffling the noises the both of you made as your bodies met their high.
You were the first to go, Daryl following right after. He came inside of you, but you didn't care. Not right now, at least. That was a problem to deal with later. Right now it was all about you and him. Holding each other after your highs became lows and you were both back on earth.
He pulled out, slowly. Doing his best not to hurt you, or himself in the overstimulated discomfort you were both in. "Wow," he looked at you with a brow raised as he used a Kleenex to wipe you both up. "I don't think we've fucked that hard in a while," you chuckled, and he chuckled back. Tossing the napkin into the bin before crawling back over you. A hand cupping the side of your face with a hum. "Ya tellin' me I only fuck good when one's of us nearly dies?" He asked, pressing a kiss to your lips. You shook your head, rubbing at his chest. "No, 'course not, we've just been..." "Busy?" You nodded, kissing him again. "Yeah," he sighed.
He finally laid next to you after tugging his shirt back on. Letting you pull your own and your underwear back on as well. Daryl kept the shirt on so no one would see his scars beside you. You were mostly dressed so if anything happened no one would see you nude. A precaution to keep both your and Daryl's minds easy.
Daryl pulled your body close to his own. Strong arms wrapped safely around your waist. "How 'bout we blame it on Rick." he muttered, and your brows furrowed, an amused smile on your lips. "What? Our sad sex life before today?" He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your lips. "Yeah. He's always got us doin' stuff. No time for me to fuck ya." You snorted, rolling your eyes while swatting at his chest. "Shut up and go to sleep, Dixon." He smiled, pulling your closer while resting his chin atop your head. "Love you," you smiled, kissing his throat with a tired sigh. "I love you, too. I'm glad you're safe and home." "Me too, darlin'."
#daryl dixon#Daryl Dixon x reader#Daryl Dixon smut#the walking dead#two x reader#x reader#this was purely self indulgent#If you like it#that's a plus
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dating kim jongin would include...
pairing: kim jongin x reader
word count: 1.1k
genre: fluffyyyy
warnings: -
a/n: i had to repost it, i’m so sorry 😭
pouts a lot
you can’t give him attention right now? he gets it, but he will pout
you give him just a little peck, but he wants more? look at him again, he will be pouting
he’s feeling quite left out or you did something little that disappointed him? boom, the biggest pout ever
jongin doesn’t like to fight, but he’s stubborn so don’t expect him to back down easily
he won’t scream though, he doesn’t believe in screaming
and if you ever start screaming at him during an argument, just know that he will get dead silent and give you the cold shoulder
any problem between the two of you should be handled with maturity, jongin believes
so he’s ready to forgive you and talk to you like proper adults once you realize you’re wrong and apologize to him
and of course, he will too apologize if he ever realizes he’s the wrong one on the situation
although it’s going to take a little bit of time because like i said, he’s stubborn
actually his stubbornness is probably what initiate any type of conflict between the two of you, usually
because no one, besides his mom, can talk sense into him when he’s being unreasonable
he’s a bit spoiled, yeah
and jealous, jongin has trouble dealing with his jealousy
like, he doesn’t think you’re gonna cheat on him or that he can’t trust you
he does trust you a lot and hopes you trust him just the same
but he definitely hates when people try their ways with you, or when you get too friendly towards someone new because hey, new is exciting, right?
so what if they’re smarter than jongin, or have a better physique? or worse, what if you laugh more at their jokes than at jongin’s?
oh my god, that person probably has more time to spend with you too than jongin does! they’re so much better, aren't they?
yeah, that’s how jongin thinks
his jealousy comes from the “i love you so much and i can’t stand the idea of you finding someone better because then i would have to let you go even though i don’t want to but i would because you deserve the best even if that ain’t me” side
call him selfish, he doesn’t care
he just loves you so much and wants to stay with you for as long as you allow him
jongin had some relationships in the past, of course, so he knows how things work
but all of said relationships ended, and although some breakups were friendly, he still hates when he remembers how much in love he was and how he felt when it didn’t work
and he doesn’t wanna feel that with you
it’s no secret that jongin wants to get married and have kids because that dude got the baby fever at some point in his life and it ain’t going away
so make your relationship work and make his dream come true beside someone he loves so much and so dearly is one of his biggest priorities
and damn, you got so lucky because jongin really puts some effort into making you happy
he’s naturally romantic, naturally cute and soft when it comes to you
so he cooks for you when you’re tired, he gives you massages whenever you ask him to (and sometimes even when you don’t)
he calls you pet names all day long
he texts you constantly too, sending you good morning/night texts, updating you about his day and sending you photos of cute or funny things he saw
he always try to make sure that you’re okay and that you know he loves you
but on top of that comes his effort
to not let the romance die, so he tries to have dates with you at least twice a month (like having dinner at any restaurant you may want or having a weekend getaway with you)
to make you feel loved, so he listens to you even if it’s about something he doesn’t understand or isn’t interested in
to protect you, so often doesn’t show too much pda but still tries to reassure you that it isn’t because he doesn’t want to, it’s just something bigger, out of his control
jongin likes his privacy too, so he might let his fans know that he is dating but he will never, ever expose you unless you want to
and still, he will think about it because again, he cares a lot about your safety
actually, he cares a lot about you in general, about how you feel
so much so that even he’s sure he wants you forever and always, he will still wait a little bit before taking the next step
he will think about what he’s feeling versus what you may be feeling versus the pros versus the consequences
he thinks a lot tbh
so if you’re a rush person or something just be patient with him, he only wants what is best for both of you
that means don’t think he won’t ask you to move in with him, because he will
it might take some time but he will
same goes for marriage
although you will get suspicious that he might be planning to pop the question because all of sudden jongin wants to watch things on tv related to marriage
and all of a sudden he will say things like “oh, when noona got married…” or “did you know that when chen hyung got married…”
he isn’t too subtle about it, the poor soft dude
but he will still do his best to surprise you with a romantic way to ask your hand in marriage
i mean, he always does his best when it comes to you
it might be on something “silly”, like when he volunteered to brush your hair and he tried to make sure he wasn’t hurting you
or when he chose your outfit for a week because you complained about not having a fashion sense like he does
or on something more serious, like when he messed up and made you cry and realized that he had a flaw he should try to work on so he wouldn’t hurt anyone he loves anymore
or when he managed to complete his schedule faster so he could travel to be with you when a beloved one of yours passed away
that’s just who jongin is
that’s just how jongin treats the ones he loves
going out of his way and trying to be a better version of himself for them
#kim jongin x reader#kim jongin x you#kai x reader#kai x you#kim jongin imagines#kai imagines#jongin x reader#jongin x you#jongin imagines#kim jongin fanfic#jongin fanfic#kai fanfic#exo imagines#exo x reader#exo x you#exo scenarios#exo fanfic#kpop imagines#kpop fanfic#kpop scenarios#kai#kim jongin#jongin#kpop#exo
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"I had to talk to you."
Steve Harrington x (Fem) Reader
(2.4k words)
Stranger Things Masterlist
Summary: Steve meets a very new face inside a liquor store and immediately in infatuated.
Content Warning: Heavy flirtation, canon divergence (Eddie's not dead idc what you tell me), Steve's in college to be a teacher (I will die with the thought of this man as a teacher at Hawkins Middle School), Steve just being silly goofy lil guy, Steve has bad eyesight sometimes (imagine him in glasses like Uncle Jesse's in Full House)
October 13th, 1989
Steve sighs, leaning back on the drivers side of his 1983 BMW. Burgundy paint starting to chip on the hood, the car becoming less appealing day by day. Girls passing by not even looking in his direction anymore. He was old news in Hawkins after people found out he had finally started at a college half an hour away in Fort Wayne. Just starting his life like everyone else did 4 years ago just wasn't appealing to most girls.
At least not Hawkins girls.
But at this point he didn't care. He was proud of himself for pulling his life together after all the bullshit he had been put through. With saving an entire town too many god damn times. Cutting his dad off when his parents divorced. Moving out to get a rented house with his best friend Robin. Just what he learned he needed over time.
Getting into a good school by himself with no help was just a cherry on top of the fuck you sundae he graciously served his past problems.
He was satisfied with what he had right now.
Dustin walks out of the new game shop in the newest strip mall to grace Hawkins. Steve looks up, pushing his Ray-Ban sunglasses onto his head.
"You made it out before, Robin. I'm surprised." Dustin glanced at the instrument shop a few doors down, then back to Steve. "You get what Eddie needed?"
"Mostly yeah. She's still getting her trumpet fixed?" Steve shrugs at Dustin's question and slides his sunglasses down in place again.
"She probably got distracted looking at something shiny and new. You know Robins crow brain sometimes." Dustin laughs, looking into his bag, shuffling a few things around inside.
Steve looked over at the liquor store at the end of the strip mall. Looking back at Dustin, he taps the top of the car. His head snapped up, eyes a bit surprised at the sudden noise.
"You want anything?" Steve asks, tilting his head back towards the store.
"Coke? If they got it." Dustin simply replied before getting in the back seat. Steve nods and walks to the liquor store.
The bell chimes over his head as he walks through the door. He takes in the warmth of the store and the radio playing over the speakers on the ceiling. Such a nice contrast to the crisp Autumn air outside.
He turns heading down an isle of assorted liquor bottles and bar accessories before finally stopping at the fridge. Humming along to the song over the radio, mumbling the lyrics to 'I wanna know what love is' absentmindedly.
Sliding his glasses down his nose, he squints at the selection. All the labels are blurry the farther he is, he steps forward rubbing his eyes and sure doesn't help with the florescent lighting blinding him from above.
'God I need to get my eyes checked.'
Opening the fridge, he grabs the 3 soft drinks and a 6-pack for later when he hears a metal scrapping and whoosh next to him. Followed by a muffled but panicked "Shit!"
Looking over, he sees the back of a squatting woman struggling with a metal shelf slipping out of one of the fridges.
Walking over, he quickly puts his things down and pushes the shelf back in. The metal shelf, cold against his warm skin as he reaches into the fridge, fixing the fasteners back into place.
An issue he's all too familiar with working at Family Video. The fridge racks always got loose and every time it happened he was always made to clean them up. He could only imagine the mess a bunch of glasses and beer would have made.
"Thank you so much!" The woman speaks as Steve stands up, slowly closing the door. Looking back, he finally sees your face. His lips slightly part as you continue talking, he can't hear a word you're saying right now.
All he can hear is the very oddly convenient Foreigner song playing over the store radio as he takes in every detail of your gorgeous face. From your shiny hair to your bright smile. The vibrant colored nail polish on your fingers you're waving as you talk. You're unfamiliar, he's never seen you before, but you're an absolute stunner of a woman.
Steve never thought of himself as a love at first sight kind of guy. But right now he was undoubtedly being proven wrong by the spark he was feeling, not to mention the nervous knot in his stomach.
"But really you're a life saver... Thank you." You stop talking, looking at him. Your face falls as he perks up, realizing he's just been staring like a complete idiot this entire time.
"You're welcome!" He spoke, choking almost over how inappropriately loud he was for a second. Feeling the effect of not talking to women for a while really hit him. You look down at his soon-to-be purchases.
"Full Sail Amber. Good beer." You comment, making him look at the floor and nod.
Crouching down, he grabs his things and stands cracking his head on one of the fridge door handles. His sunglasses fell off his face and onto the floor. He stands up wedging his soft drink between his side and arm. Rubbing his head with a hiss.
"You okay?" You ask with a slight chuckle. Bending down, you grab the sunglasses, Steve moves his hand, grabbing the bottom of the door handle to shield your head from injury.
"Yeah, thanks." Before he gets to put his hand out to take his Ray-Bans back, you slide them on his head with a soft smile.
'God she's so fucking pretty.'
"You're welcome. And thanks again for... Saving me from paying for a full shelf of beer." She turned down the isle to another part of the store.
Part of Steve wants to follow you and try chatting you up, but the slight embarrassment of hurting his head just keeps him from doing so.
He turns, goes to the front of the store and makes his purchases. Heading outside, he walks to his car, finally seeing Robin in her usual spot, the passenger seat. Opening the driver's door, he slips in.
"There you are!" Robin looked at him, her trumpet case in-between her legs on the floor of the car.
"What's with the face?" Dustin asks, Steve looking at him in the rearview, glaring.
"Shut up Henderson." He hands them their sodas, moving to close his car door when he hears the bell from the liquor store chime.
Out you walk, starting across the parking lot to a top-down red 86' Volkswagen Cabriolet. Steve freezes, staring again. He really can't help but stare.
"Oooh." Robin and Dustin both taunt him, making him sigh. He needs more friends, fewer annoying friends.
"She's pretty." Robin says looking at Dustin.
"Too pretty to talk to, apparently." Dustin adds, laughing as he looks back at Steve.
"I talked to her in the store." Dustin raised his eyebrows, pushing his baseball cap up a bit.
"You asked her out?"
"No." Steve watches you load your bag into the back of the car and start pulling the top up on your car.
"Not too late!" Robin smiled, taking a sip of her drink. Dustin looked at her.
"He's not gonna do it."
"No, he's gonna do it."
Steve feels like he has a devil and an angel bickering on his shoulders right now. His foot meets the new asphalt of the parking lot as you open your driver's door.
He's quickly out of the driver's seat.
"Holy shit he's doing it." Dustin comments as he shuts the door on them.
He stops at the bumper of his car, hearing your car engine click over. Music pours out of your open windows before you turn it down quickly.
The universe is screaming at him to talk to you when he starts hearing that familiar Tears for Fears song, 'Head Over Heels'.
'Please don't pull away, please don't pull away.'
He nearly sprints across the parking lot out of fear of missing his chance. Upon reaching the car, he knocks on the back window, pulling you from looking for something in the console.
"Hi..." He says awkwardly, approaching the window. Leaning on the door, he smiles as you smile back.
"Hi. You need something?" He gets so agitated that you smirk up at him.
'Why'd you have to be so God damn pretty?'
"Sorry if this is weird, but I had to talk to you." He started, finally being able to say something. Your eyes go half shut with a soft nod.
"Talk to me?" He nods, clenching the door frame for a second. "Go ahead then. Talk."
His eyes go wide in surprise at your sudden confidence. Steve stammered for a second.
"Uh... At the risk of sounding crazy or desperate... You're probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life." You can feel your body warm up as he gives the most genuine smile you've seen on a man in a while.
"Mmhm, go on."
"Are you by chance single? Or like... Are you even attracted to men at all?" He asks, sheepishly smiling.
"Yes, and yes." Your smirk slowly turns into a grin as he squats to eye level now, feeling a bit more confident after your answer.
"I'm Steve, by the way. Steve Harrington." He smiles again hearing you reply with your name. "Are you new to Hawkins?"
"I am actually. I just moved here from the city and needed to stay nearby for school."
"Where are you going?"
"Trine University." His eyes go wide, the same school he goes to. What are the odds?
"Really? I actually go there too. Education major." You look him up and down. You never pegged him for the teacher type.
"Software Engineering major."
"So you're smart and gorgeous. Good to know." He smirks, finally feeling like himself when talking as your flush finally becomes noticeable. "You like movies?"
"What kind of psychopath doesn't like movies?" He laughs at your response, leaning in closer to the window.
"Lemme be more specific. The new Halloween 5 movie came out today. You interested in seeing it? Maybe with me tonight at the drive-in theater in Lafayette. We can have dinner after. All my treat, of course." He can see the sparkle in your eyes, that spark he felt looking at you before is still lingering around him.
"What's in it for me?" You playfully ask. He cocks his head to the side, leaning it on his arm for a second.
"A fun night out with a gentleman, I promise I'm fun." You chuckle, rolling your eyes, he knows you want to say yes. "Please?"
He'd never said please before when asking a girl out. It didn't feel embarrassing like he thought it would. You turn your attention back to the console looking for something.
Pulling out a napkin and pen, you quickly write down your number and address. Turning back, you hold it out to him as he takes it.
"I'm free at 8. And dress nicely. You're taking me somewhere decent after the movie."
"I'll take you to the most expensive restaurant I can find if that's what you want. I don't care. As long as I get to see you again." You laugh at his bluntness, it's like music to his ears.
"That won't be necessary. I don't need to be spoiled."
"What if I want to spoil you?" That caught you off guard as you didn't respond right away. He let a soft breath escape his mouth. "You like roses?"
"White roses." You reply, he nods, standing up again and folding the napkin, storing it in his back jean pocket for safe keeping.
"I'll be sure to remember that." You two just stare at each other in silence for a minute. No man's ever looked at you like Steve has right now, it makes your heart race from nervousness.
"I'll see you at 8 o'clock then." You look past him for a moment and back to him. "Tell your friends I said hello since they like to stare so much."
Raising an eyebrow, Steve turned his head. He sees Robin poking her head over the roof of the car and Dustin sitting on the rolled down window frame. They quickly hurry back into the car, noticing they've been caught. He should be embarrassed, but he fully expects their behavior from being friends for so long.
"Ignore them." Steve says, sighing as he looks back at you. "I'll see you at 8."
He turned away towards his car, trying to stay as confident as he was before turning his back. Reaching his car, he pops the door open, clutching it for dear life as he silently collects himself. Robin poked her head across the driver's seat to look up at him.
"You good dude?" She asks, concerned but also excited as he just nods.
You pull out of your parking spot, stopping behind his car and honk once to get his attention. Dustin pops his head out the back window as Robin looks out her open door. Steves head snaps up at you as you lean on your window frame, chin on fist with the most shit eating grin on your face.
"See you at 8 sexy~" You called to him. And then you have the balls to blow him a kiss before peeling out of the parking lot.
Steve silently gets in the car. Robin shuts her door as Steve does his. Dustin sits forward looking at Steve, who's just gripping his steering wheel, the adrenaline starting to wear off.
"Dude, she's so into you, into you!" Dustin breaks the silence as Robin nods.
"And I'd say it's the same for Harrington here." Robin grins as a massive smile spreads across Steve's face.
He starts excitedly thrashing frontwards and backwards. Enough to shake the car and look like he's about to rip the steering wheel from it's column. He lets out an excited yell, causing his two friends to laugh at him.
He let out a long breath, looking at them.
"She says hi by the way."
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x fem!reader#stranger things#stranger things x reader#steve harrington x you
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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 6
chapter 10:
1. “The first thing Regulus notices is the sun.” jesus christ, first line of the chapter. of course he notices the sun first. of course.
2. oh shit, it’s the crimson river. shit. fuck. damn. i didn’t expect to get the fic title so early on. holy shit
3. holy shit. this. this is like the inferi. i just. wow. i- oh shit
4. EVAN fuck yeah!! lets go
5. if i wasn’t 100% positive that james would survive, then i’d say his generosity would be the death of him. but vanity is gonna be the rue of crimson rivers, isn’t she?
6. PETER!!!! shit. i love him. he’s gonna have to die too, isn’t he? if it’s not already known to y’all, peter is one of my favorite marauders
7. “”Don't pretend you can't climb; I've seen James, he's taller, and you're not going to tell me you're not climbing him, are you?"” PFFFT OMG EVAN BABES, NO HESITATION TO SAY WHAT YOU MEAN, HUH?
8. reg thinking that evan is mental is so real. babes, he’d love your bestie. of course he’s mental. of course you two get along
9. “lover boy” “poor lamb” evans nicknames for reg >>>>>>>>>>>
10. 😟 they’re gonna propel themselves across the blood river with a VINE??? bitch, they ain’t gonna survive this
11. damn reg made it across. i know i shouldn’t be surprised but damn
12. :/ none of the death eaters having died yet is gonna be an issue, isn’t it?
13. reg has his daggers. i swear that this is gonna turn james on at some ridiculous point
14. reg grabs a hatchet for james 🥰🥰
15. 😧 EVAN BABY NO RUN
16. 😒 i read the authors notes and found out the game makers broke the branch. they can suck my metaphorical dick
chapter 11:
1. the huge list of warnings at the start of every chapter takes me out. cause i know this fic is deep and dark- yet seeing all those surprise me 😭😭😭
2. awww, vanity is marlene’s district. marlene has been knew that vanity was gonna die. all these babies in here.
3. i wanna know the five who died and make sure evan is not one of them. and i want vanity to make it through the night. i want all of them to live. i’m too soft for this fic
4. 😧 the river froze over. shit no wait shit no
5. oh wait. i knew it meant the death eaters could get across, but i forgot it meant that reg could also bolt out 😭😭 i don’t think things through
6. 😟 reg made his first kill. (and hopefully his last and he’s gonna leave the arena with no trauma 🥰✨☺️)
7. they sounded the trumpets and announced those who died. i am not okay. i am in fact crying
8. “[Sirius] never did really catch his breath after that, and he doesn't think he's breathed the same since.” i- god. these children. poor poor children
9. i like canon slughorn, but do not like crimson rivers slughorn. why the fuck did he design this arena?? fuck him
10. god, sirius, please don’t get caught back up in your drinking habits
11. good for remus standing up for himself to sirius about his drinking habits. remus my beloved
12. 😳 remus that’s a little horny of you
13. remus and sirius would kill for one another. james and reg would die for one another. i’m calling that theme right now.
14. “”Oh, and when I said I wanted to murder for you, you looked like you wanted to eat me, and then you weren't even ashamed of responding like that. Actually, you scolded me, like I should have known that would rile you up instead of frighten you.”” jesus, the two of them are so fucking horny for each other.
15. god, i love the ways regulus has subtly showed he’s cared about sirius in the deepest ways
16. awwww sirius and remus are hugging. they deserve a moment of peace
#well this took me the fuck out#marauders#fanfic#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#remus lupin#sirius and regulus#sirius black#wolfstar#crimson rivers#evan rosier
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Bad day cuddles (Turtle brothers x Reader)
Yeah, I’m having a shit day, so I decided to make this
CW: This talks about intrusive thoughts, depression, antidepressant withdrawals (YEAH THOSE HAPPEN, AND THEY FUCKING SUCK) and chewing/picking on your skin (something I do a lot.)
You laid in your bed, you’ve been awake for a couple hours now, but simply feel like you don’t have the energy to do more than twist and turn in your bed
this was normal, though, you had bad days where you didn’t have the willpower to hype yourself up to make it through the day, of course, you COULD blame it on not having your antidepressants, it’s been a week now since you last had taken a pill
but you knew the real problem to blame was yourself, you’ve been hanging out with your friends so much that you just... forget...
you stared up at the ceiling for another... ten minutes? you have a horrible sense of time during these episodes, but luckily after that time has passed, you finally managed to get enough energy to look at your phone
1:23 PM
‘awh fuck’ you thought, seeing well over 40 messages on your lock screen, 35 of them are from the group chat you have with the brothers, but this part of the conversation startled you
Neon Leon: Hey! we still up for pizza night at [Y/N]'s place?
BootyShaker9000: Think so, ask [Y/N] though, we might need to reschedule or move the location to the lair.
Neon Leon: @[Y/N]
@[Y/N]
@[Y/N]
BootyShaker9000: Oh, my fucking god, STOP, they're probably busy
~~30 minutes later~~
Raph-A-Doodle-Do: You think they're okay? They never take this long to respond, even in School.
Magic Michael: Hope so! What if they're sick?!
a few minutes after Mikey sent that message, you got a DM from Raph
Raph-A-Doodle-Do: Hey honey, you okay? Mikey's throwing a little panic episode right now, please respond when you see this, love you.
you sighed, knowing damn well that they know you read this now, due to the 'Read at 1:30PM' snitch marker, you decided to message the groupchat instead of just Raph
[Y/N]: Hey guys, I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner, I'm just.... not feeling the greatest right now.
Magic Michael: Oh, No! Are you sick?!
[Y/N]: No, just down with a bad mood, don't worry, can we reschedule for next week?
you got no reply, but you knew they read it
15 minutes later, you got a knock on the window, you groaned, you knew who it was, but you just... can't get out of bed, you feel like if you do, you'll just die of exhaustion.
The knocking became more desperate before stopping for a moment, you sighed in relief, hoping they just went away
that thought was too hopeful, though, because a minute or two later, you heard your window break making you anxious and started biting the inner part of your cheek plus picking at various scabs on your body, before you also heard hurried footsteps come near your bedroom
They stopped right in front of your door, knocked softly for a few seconds, waited, then opened
You saw the four brothers; they all had worried looks, you relaxed before tiredly waving at them
Mikey instantly bounded towards you, hopping on the bed, hugging and peppering you with small forehead and cheek kisses
"Honey!!!! What's wrong?!" bless Mikey's heart, he was always the sweetest, hell, he even somehow melted Draxum's ice cold heart
Leo followed next, going to the opposite side of your bed and sat next to you, Leo wasn't nearly as concerned but he asked you in a soft tone "Did something happen?"
Raph and Donnie approached at the same time, sitting at the foot of your bed "Darling, you wanna talk about it?" Donnie nodded in agreement
You shook your head "Not now..." you mumbled, continuing to pick at the scabs on your arms, Leo gasped softly, he grabbed your hands and gently pulled them away
"Hey,,, Don't do that, love, please talk with us, we don't wanna see you like this" he mumbled, kissing your arms where you were picking softly
You started tearing up, venting about everything that's happened recently, and how you bottled it up until you just couldn't do anything anymore
They listened, nodding softly, letting you finish before you felt Leo and Mikey hug you, Donnie and Raph moved up and joined the three of you
you stayed like this for a while, basking in the touch of your lovers, Donnie got up, took your phone and started ordering pizza for the five of you, once he was done, he looked over towards you
"You wanna take a self-care day and watch your favorite movies?" he asked gently, you nodded softly, tears still pricking your eyes
He let out a ghost of a smile and picked you up, bringing you into the living room, he stopped at the couch and set you down softly, the others followed, each of them setting beside you
"Whatcha wanna watch?" Raph asked
"Can we watch [F/M]?"
"Of course" Leo purred, cuddling you and getting comfortable
The rest joined in
"I love you guys" you yawned out
"we love you too" they said in unison, softly nuzzling into you from four different angles
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Augh, I needed something that would be self indulgent and somewhat of a comfort post.
#save rottmnt#rottmnt#rottmnt x reader#poly! turtles x reader#leo x reader#donnie x reader#mikey x reader#raph x reader#michelangelo#donatello#raphael#leonardo
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Tv Princess
Gabriel x reader, Platonic Dean x reader, Platonic Sam x reader
Prompt- “Give me five minutes to get over myself.”
Warnings- Forced (Fake) Marriage, Forced Kiss(?), Reality Warping
Idk man if you find something for me to warn for let me know, I’m really bad at warnings.
TV show after TV show. Sam, Dean, and I “acted” out the scenes. It was Sam’s idea to play along but at this point I was getting tired.
Dean delivers another cheesy line, and the world shifts, or rather glitches, around us. This time it seemed a bit too different. Where is Sam and Dean?
I walked a bit through the room. I noticed my shirt and pants are now a dress. My outfit fits the room's aesthetic. Or perhaps, maybe it’s more of the era?
Red and gold accents around a room that’s lit only by the many windows. It looks like one of those crappy dramas based around old day royalty.
I see a mirror and decide that if I am going to be here alone I might as well make sure I still look good. Ribbons in now tangled hair and white fabric create a perfect dress. Though, I thought white wasn’t a common color. That is when it hit me.
I’m in a wedding dress.
A knock on the door pulls me from staring at myself. I look over to see a girl dressed a lot like a maid.
“Princess, it’s time.”
My heart stops for just a second. This lady really just called me princess. Dear God, help me…
“Yes. Yes, of course. Just give me five minutes to get over myself.”
The girl stepped into the room more. She looked terrified. I felt kinda bad for her. “Princess, I know it isn’t my place, but I know you are scared of your marriage, but we don’t have time... It’s a bad idea to keep the Prince waiting.”
This is going to happen anyways right? If I play along and get it over with it’ll be over. “You know what, you are absolutely right... Let’s go.”
She nodded enthusiastically and we made our way out of the room. We were greeted in front of two large doors by a man in an old timely suit. He didn’t make eye contact or say anything, he just held out his arm for me.
After taking his arm the guards opened the doors. I heard music starting to play as I stared down the aisle. The man all the way at the end of the way was none other than the damned trickster who did this to us. I hid my anger with a deep breath. I observed the room and people in it as we made our way to him.
When we finally made it to the end the man who greeted me gave the trickster my hand and we all moved to a more appropriate spot. The trickster sends a smile to me. I just glare back.
He leans towards me. His smile is now leaning towards a smirk.
“You know it really is best to play along.”
I really want to punch him in the nose at this point. This better end soon. It was funnier when Sam and Dean were being hit in the “family jewels”.
~~Time Skip~~
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Please don’t make me do this. Please don’t make me do this. Please don’t make me actually do this!
The trickster grabbed my hand and pulled me in. Our lips met and I wanted to die. It was different. I imagined it to feel gross or weird, but it was soft and sweet. I could feel him smile into the kiss. This is. This. It. made me feel sick. I liked it and hated it at the same time.
He finally pulled away. I had no idea what to do or say next.
“You alright, Princess? We gotta a whole ball to attend after this…” He trailed off, then wiggled his eyebrows like a weirdo. “I mean, unless you wanna go straight to the honeymoon?”
I gave a tight smile, biting my lip. “Sorry prince charming, but I don’t roll like that. Thanks for the disturbing offer.”
He laughed… Did he actually find that funny? The trickster took my hand and led me down the aisle and to a much bigger clearing.
“Then perhaps we should just dance.” It was hard to ignore the actual charm he had. I let out a small sigh as he pulled me into a waltz.
You know. Now that I think about it…“What’s your name?”
He stopped for a second. He seemed genuinely confused, before he covered it with a chuckle.
“I’d rather not give information to someone who wants me dead.” He said smiling with a playful tone and stare.
I retorted quickly, “I’d love to say you telling me your name would help us knock you on your ass, but it won’t… Honestly, I’m just tired of calling you “he” and “the trickster” in my head.”
I looked up into his eyes for the first time since he pulled me in. His eyes showed adoration and enjoyment. Why does he look like that? I must look so stupid staring up all wide eyed. Among that he’s using us like a puppeteer, of course he’s entertained… But, why does he look so loving?
The trickster pulled me in a bit tighter. He looked a little concerned as he did, but he leaned into me like he was using me for comfort.
“Gabriel… You can call me Gabriel.”
#spn#supernatural#supernatural x reader#spn x reader#gabriel#spn gabriel#archangel gabriel#supernatural gabriel#gabriel x reader#spn gabriel x reader#supernatural gabriel x reader#archangel gabriel x reader
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Dustin's pretty boy brother p2
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Eddie was known for many things, being chaotic and loud and dramatic to boot.
(Name) wasn't expecting him to be a gentleman as he opened the door for (name) the two deciding to take Eddie's van and blasting Eddies mixtape.
The two decided to grab a bite to eat "you really can play the guitar? That's so cool!" (Name) said almost star struck while Eddie preened at the praise from the pretty omega "I can teach you sometime if you like..."
"I think I would like that" (name) said softly as they went and ordered their food before sitting down beside each other and the two talked for what seemed like forever while eating.
Eventually they ended up in (name)s room, snuggling while watching a movie and (name) felt safe in the metal heads arms as Eddie gently drew circles on his arm "I had fun..." (Name) said softly, snuggling "wanna do it again?" (Name) asked hopefully and Eddie smiled "and miss an opportunity to be with you? Of course "
(Name) was giddy as he looked up at him the two locked eyes, it felt like time slowed down and Eddie gently took his cheek before pulling him into a kiss, a soft whine leaving his lips.
The two began slowly making out and Eddie moved to be on top of (name), the two subconsciously scenting one another "god you're so pretty..." Eddie mumbled against his lips as he gently moved his hand to touch the others scent gland "how far do you wanna go Omega?" Eddie asked seriously between kisses and (name) paused "I-I don't think I'm ready for...that yet" (name) mumbled as he played with Eddies jacket "but I like the kissing" he said hopefully and Eddie smiled wide "I like the kissing too baby"
(Name) blushed at the nickname as they resumed kissing, Eddie kissing down his neck and leaving Hickeys before returning to his lips.
Eventually they just relaxed into soft kisses, (name) playing gently with Eddies hair "you know he totally set this up right?" (Name) mumbled "oh most definitely" Eddie laughed as he looked back at the small tv "oh no, our movie" Eddie said with mock sadness "what a shame..." (Name) joked back as the two giggled at their dumb sense of humor.
"So I heard you finally passed " (name) said softly and Eddie looked triumphant "damn right! I'm walking on that stage baby!"
"Congratulations, it's a big achievement " (name) said softly as the two got into a cuddling position and honestly? Eddie could die happy knowing he had the prettiest and most wonderful Omega in his arms right now.
(Name) thought all his dramatic and wild antics were funny and cute not to mention he actually took interest when Eddie talked about his hobbies.
He was perfect.
The two spent the night cuddling and kissing before (name) passed out to the sound of Eddie's heartbeat and the smell of his detergent and cologne mixed with his scent of pine and coffee.
It's a smell he decided was perfect .
Eddie stared at the Omega with wonder, the Alpha had an urge to keep him close and never let him go.
To scent him.
To bond with him.
Looking around the room he took in everything that made (name) well (name), the books and trinkets and in the corner of the room lay a nest and honestly Eddie hoped one day (name) would allow him in that nest.
It looked nice.
Eventually Eddie joined (name) in sleep, the two snuggling close.
"So you basically set up (name) and Eddie on a date?" Will asked incredulously and Dustin nodded "yup! You saw the way they looked at each other!"
"Wait, (names)s on a date with Eddie Munson?" Johnathan asked Dustin, overhearing the conversation as the four teens nodded "oh yeah, they had gaga eyes and everything"
"Huh... Good for them"
#stranger things x male reader#stranger things x reader#eddie munson x male reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#omegaverse
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Bonten Drabble
A/N: Just a short drabble cause I wanted some soft Bonten with a sprinkle of crack.
Info: Angel and Mikey had a son and Bonten left babysitting basically haha
There's a Part 2 haha
Characters: Haitani Hoes, Takeomi, Koko, OC, OC's and Mikey's child, Mikey, brief Sanzu
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A tired sigh fell from my lips as I finally walked through our penthouse's front door; after my car breaking down, then my phone dying I was just happy to be finally home. My arms felt like they going to fall off after carrying the damn groceries throughout Tokyo because of course I couldn't even get a taxi. I groaned as I looked down at the bags regretting ever putting them down until I suddenly remembered I have a son. Like Hell I'm gonna carry these..
"Shin!" I call out expecting the rumbling foot steps soon but nothing. "Shinichiro!" I call out again and once again; silence. "I'm gonna kill him..." I mumble to myself then after kicking my boots off I head off with his room as destination in my mind. I don't even have to walk that far just our large living room where I find my son and five well dressed men, whom I known too well. "That explains why you're suddenly deaf" I sigh as I walk up to them but stop as I realize they're playing poker. "HAITANIS!" my voice makes the older Haitani jump. "He is 13 for god's sake!" I snap at the men who were just pointing at each other in a blaming manner.
"You do realize your son is skinning the Haitanis, right?" Takeomi speaks up from the sofa with a big grin on his face while the two brothers just frown and look away in shame.
"I'm down 50k..." Rin groans.
"Let's not get into how much I have lost..." Ran mumbles. I glance at Shin who just gives me the signature Sano grin as he counts his money.
"Karma is a bitch, huh? Now if you don't want to lose more money make yourselves useful and help me with groceries. Now" I point at the two brothers who are more than happy to get away from my apparently ruthless gambler of a child. "They're by the door. Thank you" I say in a more softer tone as I point towards the door and the Haitanis trot off. "Where's the main influencer?" I cock a brow as I glance at Takeomi and Koko, just noticing how our favourite drug addict is nowhere to be found either. "...and the pink one"
"They both away on business and boss told us to come check on Shin" Koko explains. "then this happened" he grins as he points at the table.
"And you two thought it was a great idea to teach a 13 year old kid how to play poker?" I cock a brow mainly glaring at the older Akashi sibling.
"It was either that or taking him out racing, your call" he shrugs with a slight grin and I just sigh.
"I swear to God..." I mumble then look at Shin, deep down I still find it sweet that Mikey sent his almost entire team to look after our son. He might be Japan's biggest criminal and the most feared man but he still always makes sure we are safe and does his duties as a father... as much as he can.
"What took you so long though?" Koko's voice wakes me up from thoughts.
"Don't even get me started..." I sigh then I just slump down on the sofa. "First my car broke down, then my phone died then I couldn't get a taxi" I list then bury my face in the pillow. "I wanna die"
"Has your car been picked up yet?" he asks to which I just let out a long muffled groan against the pillow as a reply. "Where did you leave it?" he asks as I hear him shuffle from the other sofa.
"Outside Shibuya in the underground parking lot" I sigh but before I could continue he offers me a smile.
"I'll go pick it up, don't worry. I'll be back soon" he grins then he gives us a wave and walks off.
"Alright, we put everything away" Ran announces with a proud grin as he walks back in with his brother by his side.
"Never thought I'd ever say this but you're an angel Haitani, both of you" I mumble as I look up at them from my pillow.
"You look dead, Shishou" Rindou comments and I just flip him off.
"You'd be too if you'd have to walk from Shibuya to here carrying all those bags" I groan then I drop my head back into the pillow just wanting some peace now.
"Shin, how about we go for ride?" I hear Takeomi's voice, out of the entire A-team I trust the older Akashi the most so I don't even resist to his request which Shin immediately accepted.
"We'll be back mom!" he exclaims and just runs out.
"Haitanis, clean the table and help momma" the oldest male tells the brothers who I'm guessing silently agreed as the next thing I hear is the front door closing and shuffling around the large coffee table.
I turn my head to the side and open my eyes lazily finding the Haitanis actually cleaning the table and putting everything back to its place after their little poker party.
"Thank you" I say then I can't help but yawn as I sit up.
"It's fine" Rin shakes his head then sits down next to me. "You okay mama?" he cocks a brow as he glances down at me.
"Yeah, just tired, and missing Mikey... Today was long I want nothing more than to just be around him, I knew he was working but there was a microscopic hope inside me that he might be home when I get back" I sigh as I lean against the younger Haitani. "Naive, I know"
"It's natural, but I'm sure whatever business they're doing he should be home soon" he comforts me his voice turning soft from his usually dry tone he uses to everyone.
"You're right" I let out a small sigh then close my eyes as I rest my head on his shoulder, too tired to care about anything or to even notice how quiet is the older Haitani which normally is a very alerting sign.
3rd P.O.V
Mikey sat in his large office chair listening to some random guy giving a presentation about a new business idea which could be used to launder even more money, the idea itself wasn't bad but the over-hyped tone of the guy and the big toothy grin after each sentence made Mikey's fingers itchy to just take his gun out and shoot him. He was annoyed and bored, bad combination for the most fearful man in Japan, one wrong sentence or look and a new addition would sink to the bottom of Tokyo Harbour.
Buzz, buzz
He felt the phone in his expensive dress pants' pocket vibrate. After pulling out his phone it was a text from the older Haitani. A single sentence that made him stand up and call off the meeting in an instant, ignoring the murmuring business men -who only dared to murmur rather than to speak up to the head of Bonten and question his actions- he put on his long, thick burgundy trench coat then walked out of the meeting room followed by his most loyal man; Haruchiyo.
"Mikey?" the pink haired male asked as he cocked a brow while they waited for the elevator to arrive at their floor. His boss didn't reply just showed him his phone, on it the very text that caused his sudden departure. The younger Akashi just smiled and shook his head after reading that one single sentence that the text contained:
"Mama needs you"
#mikey x oc#mikey x angel#daddy mikey#bonten#bonten mikey#haitani bros#haitani brothers#haitani hoes#akashi takeomi#akashi haruchiyo#sanzu haruchiyo#kokonoi hajime#koko#sano manjiro#manjiro sano#mikey#mikey tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev x reader#mikey x reader
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The smell of a Munson
(Not my gif, credits to creator)
The smell of Eddie Munson is often described as a mix of "cheap colognes, smoke/ cigarettes and weed". In this essay I will show why this is in fact either wrong or an understatement of the truth.
Here is the situation, everyone describes the smell of Eddie as a mix of "cheap colognes, cigarettes/smoke and weed". And even tho I believe that he strongly smells like smoke/ cigarettes and weed I do not believe that he smells like cheap colognes (or maybe he does, I'll explain it in a hot second). But I STRONGYL believe that he mainly smells like sweat and u all can't change my mind.
I mean look at our boy. He is a teenager/ young adult metalhead who's only father-like figure is his uncle who seems to work all the time. Because of his drug consum Eddie probably pisses himself all the time while sleeping (the stains on this mattress, change my mind). He is a nerd who gets like no bitches unless they want some free drugs... u all cant really believe that this boy knows what a shower is even less how it works.
And yes I know "his hair looks so soft"... I once knew a boy with curly hair and it always looked soft, too.. but the moment u touched it 🤮🤮🤮 I swear to god it was everything but soft. And I swear this is how i see Eddie. Our little unshowed metalhead rat ❤🧎♀️
(Btw that doesn't mean that i don't like curly hair in general I enjoy it but that boys hair was sus hahaha)
And this is like absolutely no hate towards him. I mean I love this little fucker so much, u all aren't knowing shit. And I wanna protect him as much as I can. But this guy is sooo perfect there needs to be a strong con. And yes, I love him but damn does he need a shower.
And this is like an extra headcanon for our boy. Like I said, I believe that Eddie showers like idk never (maybe once a month). But here is where the cheap colognes comes in. So to cover up his sweaty smell, Eddie uses SOOOOOO FUCKING MUCH colognes, u will die when u stand too close to him for too long. Like one bottle a week is minimum (one of the reasons why it needs to be cheap ones).
Change.
My.
Mind.
To sum things up, I strongly believe that Eddie Munson only has two states of smelling. Either sweaty like big foots ass or way too much colognes for his own good. There is nothing in between. But this is obviously just my opinion. Anyways kissies for reading this
Have a marvelous day, bye!
#eddie is alive#eddie munson#love eddie way too much#stranger things#eddie munson imagine#edward munson#season 4 volume 2#stranger things season 4#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x reader#eddie fanfic#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson one shot#sub eddie munson#virgin!eddie#virgin!eddie munson#virgin eddie munson
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Breast Implants
Sero Hanta x reader
Summary: Hanta gives you little reasons to keep living when you don't want to anymore.
Warning: suicidal themes. reader doesn't want to live anymore. but its mostly comfort dw.
a/n: just a lil self indulgent hurt/comfort. and hey hey if you're in the same boat as me, hang in there yeah? life fucking sucks but its worth living, even if just for the silly little things.
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'I don't want to live anymore. I don't want to. I'm tired. This world has nothing left to offer me. I just want to die. please just let me die.'
The words were familiar. Too familiar for the weight they held. But that was the reality of it. Having been recited often enough that Hanta knew where your head went on bad days like these.
But that doesn't make it any easier to hear.
On days like this, he felt stumped. How do you convince someone that life isn't so bad when it has done everything to prove otherwise? How do you help someone live when they saw nothing else worth living for in this world? How do you coax someone to continue living when they begged for death?
He glanced down at your trembling figure in his arms. You looked so small. Too small to carry the amount of hurt and fear and sadness you held in your heart.
How can he shoulder half of all that pain to make it more bearable for you?
Hanta holds you just a little tighter, long arms enveloping your smaller frame as if he could protect you from the world that has hurt you so much. He doesn't know the answer to all these questions. But he'll be damned if he doesn't try to make it better. With whatever he has.
He takes a deep breath and does just that.
"What do you think of breast implants? I kinda of wanna have one."
Even with the tears streaking down your face, you picked your head up to meet your boyfriend's eyes and give him a look.
"Hanta, no," you managed to croak out softly, voice still hoarse from crying.
"Wait, no! No!" He backtracks with a laugh, seemingly understanding your concern at his relevation. "Not like that! Not in me! Like to just have one like- like a stress toy."
You raised an eyebrow at that. Hanta only narrowed his eyes back playfully. "Nope. No, hear me out!"
The corner of your lips ticked up at that, only for you to break into a whole smile, albeit a little wet and shaky, when your boyfriend caught your cheeks in his hands, tugging playfully while he subtly wiped off the wetness from your skin. "Listen to me you judgy little shit! I have a good case to make."
You gave him another very judgemental look for good measure.
"Go on."
"Have you seen what one looks like though?" He starts, encouraged to continue as you shake your head no even with the skeptical look still on your face. "They're clear and squishy but durable? I don't know. I kinda want to throw it at someone to see what kind of sound it makes."
He got a short huff at that. A ghost of a laugh.
"And they look like they'd be cool to touch? Like I'd imagine its like holding water? It stays cool in your hand and I'd imagine it feels comfortable to hold. Don't you just wanna- hey! What is that eyeroll for!"
"You're so stupid," you huffed out, laying your head back onto Hanta's shoulder. The words made him smile. He can hear the fondness in your voice, a little less sad, a little more happy.
"Fuck off. I bet you want one, now, too. Don't even lie." He watched as you scrunch up your nose at the thought in distaste, even as a smile tugged on your lips.
"I actually kinda do, now." He has to bark out a surprised laugh at that. "Yeah? We can throw it at Bakugou? See what sound it makes?"
"Oh my god noooo," you breathed out a laugh, hand smacking your boyfriend's shoulder in jest, albeit a bit weakly than normal. "I just want to squish it. See how it feels," you said with serious enthusiasm, tired eyes sparking with some sort of determination that made your boyfriend smile something soft.
"I'd say this is progress hm?" He mummured lightly. You tilt your head up to meet his dark eyes that were already looking at you with so much adoration your tired heart did a little hop in your chest.
"What is?"
"Something to look forward to in this life."
"What-Breast implants?" You couldn't help but choke on an incredulous laugh at the suggestion. Hanta chuckled as well, something warm blooming in his chest at seeing you laugh- a proper genuine laugh after what had been a night filled with tears.
"Yeah."
"So what? When the next person asks me what keeps me going in life, my answer would be breast implants and my need to squish one in this life," you giggled at the thought.
"If it keeps you alive for a little longer, who's to say anything about it?" He said lightly, but the words made you freeze. He looked away from your eyes that looked over his face, trying to act nonchalant. But of course you notice the underlying bitterness of his words, he thought as he watched your face fall slightly. Of course you did.
You twisted in his embrace, body facing him so you could meet his eyes properly. Hanta couldn't help but feel bad. Ashamed. For letting his own hurt slip while you were feeling like this. You saw right through him though, grateful that you're able to read him like an open book, especially at times like this.
Because he deserved to feel sad. He deserved to feel hurt knowing someone he loves is ready to leave it all behind. Of course he did. But this was something you could fix. Hopefully.
"I love you. I'm sorry I always make it seem like I'm trying to be rid of you by- by saying things like having nothing to live for. I'm not. It just-"
"Yeah. Yeah, I get it. Its okay," he cut you off gently, though his the strain in his voice hurt your heart.
So you pushed onwards. He needed to know. He needed to know how much he mattered, how much you appreciated him being so patient, how thankful you were that he's being here.
"For what its worth, I wanna live a little longer if it meant staying with you. I love it when we're together. You make me feel safe and happy and cared for. You make everything okay, even if its just for a little. You make it worth staying alive a little while more."
You felt your eyes prickle with new tears as put every emotion into your words, desperate for him to understand. From the way his expression mirrored your own, you were sure he did. "So. Thank you."
Hanta let the air still for a heartbeat, let your words set and blanket over both of you while he looked you over with glassy eyes.
"Good," he said firmly, pulling you close, resting his chin on your head as he sighed, content at the knowledge that he was your happy. That he could keep you in this life a little longer.
"I wish one day, I'd want to live again. With you. I- I don't know when- if-"
"I'll wait," he gently cut you off, his gentle embrace tightening just a little as he held you close, lips planting a light kiss in your hair. "We have time. I can wait."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," he hummed firmly, leaving no room for doubt. "Plus, I think it'll be a while before we can get our hands on breast implants, don't you think?"
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a/n: god, whenever i post a fic i'm either mentally unwell or fucking BUSY with so much shit and this time its both :D!! pray i finish this freaking case write up by friday please muah muah thanks <3.
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I'm considering making a sideblog for thirsts and the like, also considering making it male/gn reader only. Idk, idk.
Anyways, Bunny Hybrid anon, I've lost your ask but I remember the base of it! So hopefully this makes up for the false post and lost time🙃
GN!Bunny Hybrid Reader x Buddha || SFW || Headcanons || Warnings: Some cursing, but this is otherwise pretty fluffy!
You've got these fluffy, giant, soft floppy ears on the top of your head that twitch and turn and bend and are just overall TOO adorable-
And you thought he wouldn't touch them?
The first time you guys meet you're shrieking in surprise, because you were simply chilling with friends when you feel two hands just GRIPPING your ears! What the hell man?!
Slightly intimidated once you realize the perpetrator is an absolute beef cake of a man, you direct him on how to gently handle your ears. You've been stuck with him ever since.
Genuinely though, he'll come up behind you whenever, wherever, and just have his fun. You've gotten used to it as this point, even enjoy it. It's relaxing.
Fuzzy bunny tail. He didn't even know you had one until you grumbled about "them" not making cute clothes with tail holes. "...Why would you need a tail hole?"
You kinda look at each other stupid until you go "Cuz I have a tail???"
Immediately you are bombarded with questions, "Can I touch it?!" Coming up several notable times. The most notable having teary puppy eyes, a stuck out and quivering bottom lip, and a whole lotta pleases.
At first, he thinks you need a special rabbit diet. He looks up "what do bunnies eat" on Google and makes food centered around that. THEN he sees you eating meat and goes berserk thinking you're gonna die or something. Very cute seeing the way he visibly calms down when you tell him otherwise.
You're... fast. Like, really fast. Not as fast as a literal god obviously, but he does enjoy racing you around open fields. You've never played tag so much in your damn life. Sometimes, you'll snatch candy out of his mouth and run off with it, bursting into giggles and accelerating when you see how serious he is about catching you.
The little nose wiggles bunnies do? Yeah, you do that. And he's absolutely in love with it. He'll boop your nose to make it happen, purposely say something confusing, waft a certain scent throughout the house, anything he thinks will get him to see it. You've done it out of confusion, hunger, pleasure, anger even. Do it during an argument and all of a sudden you're right and he was a fool to question you.
BONUS lmao
Binkies. When rabbits are happy, they'll jump and do little tricks in the air. The first time he saw you do it was after he gave you flowers and candy (probably as an apology for not just asking about your diet lmao) You jumped rather high and did a full flip in the air, AND managed to land on your feet. Shocked? Flabbergasted? Intrigued? Deeply pleased? He was all that and more. Really wants to see you do it again lol, will probably brag about it to the other gods.
"Yeah, but does your lover do a midair front flip and land on their feet when they're happy? Didn't think so shut the fuck up."
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A/N: Life's been so fucking busy these past few months, as I'm pretty sure it was months ago I got this. It feels like it got dammit. I'm so energized and free right now though, I've got a few things I wanna try and iron out and get done/started. Hope you enjoy, Odin requester I'm coming for you next<3
#record of ragnarok#record of ragnarok x reader#shuumatsu no valkyrie#buddha snv#buddha ror#buddha x reader#bunny reader#snv headcanons#ror headcanons#the psychotics writing
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