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euaphoric · 10 months

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AFTERGLOW

✩‧₊˚ pairing — roommate!jk x f!reader

✩‧₊˚ warnings — fluff, sm*t, v small mention of “sl-tshaming” (not from jk tho), jk is WHIPPED, overst*m, multiple organisms, f*ngering, eating out, spanky spanky

you & jungkook have a heart to heart conversation expressing your dating troubles but end up realizing you might actually be perfect for each other instead.

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“it’s like…everyone’s so fucking boring nowadays.” jungkook rambles on as he takes another sip of his wine. “i just can’t find the right one that matches my vibe.”

you nod, “i feel. literally every guy i talk to is lame as hell, they always rather stay in and watch movies than go on an actual date, which is fine sometimes…but all the time? hard pass.”

it’s 2 am on a saturday night and neither of you had anything to do, you proposed going out clubbing but jungkook wasn’t in the mood for that kinda night. he was more of a laid-back, chill type of guy while you were always out late partying and coming home with a new guy every weekend. it’s not like jungkook didn’t have girls (or guys) over either, he was just more discreet about it and made sure you were gone whenever he brought anyone over. he felt like he wouldn’t be able to face you again if you ever heard what he was doing.

“that’s ‘cause they’re just trying to fuck, oldest trick in the book y/n.” jungkook chuckles as you lightly smack his arm. “what— it’s the truth! any guy would wanna get in your pants.”

well, maybe that explains why you’re always getting texts at 2-3 am asking to “come chill” even though you know how it’s going to end and you fall for it every. single. time. maybe that’s why your last hookup called you “for the team” to all his friends, you fucked on the first “date” but only because he showed you cute pics of animals he rescued (curse you for being such a softie). but generally, it didn’t take much for you to want to sleep with someone because you had sexual needs just like everyone else, except you were a girl and that wasn’t very “ladylike” of you. that didn’t stop you from actively seeking potential sex partners though.

“ugh, don’t say that! i’m just more of a lowkey person..i don’t mind netflix dates but damn, ya girl could really use some wining and dining once in a while.” you express frustratedly. it’s been a while since you’ve been taken somewhere nice and the thought of someone planning a cute outing together made you yearn for a relationship even more.

jungkook’s brows lift in confusion, “do i not already do that for you every day?”

he’s constantly cooking for you, soon as you wake up breakfast is made with your favorite—pancakes and fluffy scrambled eggs! he’d also cook you dinner once you got home from an exhausting day of work, he was the perfect roommate you could’ve ever stumbled upon.

“you do— but that’s different..” your voice trails off, thinking of any excuse as to why but you couldn’t put a finger on it.

“how? am i only your maid that cooks and cleans for you? not worthy of anything else?” he pouts dramatically, of course he’d get offended by something so little.

“koo don’t do this right now, you know i appreciate you and your sweet gestures all the time.” sighing as you sink further into the couch, you decide to spill more about your not so eventful sex life. “it seems like most guys only care about getting their nut then dipping, i barely finish if it at all after.” you realize how embarrassing that sounds to admit but you had to confess this to someone, you don’t even know why you continue to torment yourself with this kind of treatment.

jungkook shakes his head in disbelief, appalled at the sad truth of your current dilemma. he too however, faced a similar issue at hand. he can’t seem to find a girl that’ll keep up with his crazy high sex drive. “that sounds truly awful, what the fuck? i’d have you on orgasm number five just from my fingers alone.”

holy shit, did he really just say that? the wine is most definitely getting to him now. the room got real quiet for a second.

“y-you would?” you ask innocently, batting your lashes at him.

he wanted to retract his statements out of embarrassment but you didn’t look put off by his advances at all, instead intrigued. his cheeks turned rosier, very unexpected of you to put him on the spot like that but he was the one who opened pandora’s box to begin with. “i mean… yeah? why wouldn’t i?” he replied, biting his lip as he gauges your reaction to see if what he said was okay. “i’m more of a giver than receiver anyway, i love giving head it’s my specialty. i’ll leave you with that afterglow if you let me babe.”

well now you were going to have to find out, you can’t just let him make such bold claims like that without having the proof to back it up first. you’ve always found your roommate extremely hot but you never tried anything out of respect for his boundaries, he did the same but his urges to make a move on you kept growing as you complained more and more about your past experiences—he wanted to show you how it was really done.

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jungkook was determined in making sure you have a great time. your pretty body splayed under him with your backside facing upward, giving him the view of a lifetime. “fuck…” he curses under his breath, his long tatted digits sinking into your dripping core, greedily taking all of him in. you muffle the sounds of your moans by covering your mouth, you had a habit of doing so since you didn’t want to wake jungkook whenever he was sleeping while you were getting it on.

“c’mon you don’t gotta be shy babe, be as loud as you want with me.” he husks, giving a spank to your left cheek leaving a visibly red handprint. hands sliding up the curves of your body, caressing you as he pumps his fingers deeper. “mmh.. fuck— koo keep going.” whimpering out pathetically as walls clench around him. he adds another digit to the mix, watching them disappear in your cunt while looking at your perfectly round, plump ass. never in a million years would he think he’d be doing this to his roommate of all people.

you felt a knot tying in your stomach from the pleasure, grabbing onto the leather couch tightly—feeling yourself getting close already. “sound so pretty when you moan, don’t stop.” he encourages sweetly, “i’m making you feel good aren’t i?” sounded more like a statement rather than a question.

“y-yes, think i’m gonna cu— oh fuck!” eyes roll to the back of your head as feel yourself come undone on jungkook’s fingers, creaming all over them as he continues fingering you, thumb swiping harshly over your clit to help ride out your high. the overstimulation was too much to handle for you, bratty whines escaping your lips as you just couldn’t take anymore. “on your back now.” he orders, producing another spank to your rear, you squeal from the contact but get up and lye on your back as he told you to do.

“open.” jungkook groans impatiently for you, slipping his fingers coated with your milky essence. you suck them off one by one, getting a taste of yourself while looking directly in his eyes. god…you were going to be the death of him.

“mmm..so fuckin’ hot babe.” he smirks, planting a soft kiss to your lips to get a taste on your tongue. he needed to have more of you. kissing down your chin, neck, collarbone, chest, all the day down to your navel—faint blotches of red appear on the bruised skin; creating a beautiful masterpiece on your body. more kisses are pressed into your soaked inner thighs, trailing his lips up to your entrance as he licks his lips before he begins feasting. “don’t hold back on me baby, be as rough as you want.” he coos, lowering his head to flatten his tongue, licking a long slow stripe against your throbbing slit.

“shit!” you almost cry from how good he feels against you already, bucking your hips into his mouth as he sucks on your puffy bundle of nerves. eyes looking up at you fiercely while he watches you shake and writhe under him. “so good, so goood. just like that, don’t stop please!” you continued grinding your core on his face, making a leaky mess all over him. he could care less though, he’ll happily drown in your juices any day.

his fingers return back inside for extra stimulation but you end up crying out more, the feeling has your head spinning intensely. you don’t know how much more you can possibly take but you firmly pull on his hair for leverage, tightly tugging it not caring if it hurts since he said not to hold back. his free hand caresses your thigh gently, flicking his tongue rapidly on your clit and lapping up your wetness, you taste like a dream.

“oh my god…” you mewl slightly above a whisper, you suddenly forgot how to use your voice. his mouth was making you feel more than amazing, better than anything you’ve felt before. you feel bad for all the guys you fucked in the past because they definitely won’t be getting a call back from you now.

“taste so sweet angel,” he mutters before shortly going back to what he was doing, “mmmm…” he hums against you and the vibrations leave you shuddering. another orgasm erupts out of you as you scream his name louder, spasming and shaking under his touch. this time your release squirts out onto his tongue, licking up every drop, even the left over excess on your thighs.

he presses a kiss to your abused clit, lightly dragging a finger over it to rub in circles, making it swell up again. “p-please koo, no more… n-no more.” you whine again and again but he just pretends not to hear you. he’s not going to stop until he’s completely satisfied with the end result. the end result being you looking a total fucked-out mess. “shut up. stop talking.” his eyes give you a menacing glare. you don’t utter another word, you wouldn’t dare test him right now.

he slings your leg over his shoulder and pushes you in closer, teasing your sensitive entrance while curling his fingers inside, he could do this all day if you’d let him. your breath shortens, digging your nails deeper into his skin from the bliss you feel— you were overly sensitive and felt another one nearing your way. he wasn’t even using his tongue on you anymore, he was just so good with his fingers alone it was enough to have you squirting all over him.

and you did just that, again. “that’s right baby, cum all over my fingers like a good girl.” he praises, feeling the tightness of you wrap around him. your body was so numb. panting, moaning, vision getting blurry as you coat his inked digits with your cream for the third time in a row. he pulls them out slowly, letting you drip all over the couch, chuckling with endearment of you. it almost didn’t feel real with the way he was making you cum so easily for him. he had a natural talent at this it seems. you felt weightless, as light as air in his touch, a radiant beam of ecstasy lingers within you.

“that was…incredible.” you gush, ruffling his already disheveled hair, “i haven’t felt like this in a really long time.”

jungkook kept smirking; boy you were in for so much more tonight. “mm..relax gorgeous, ’m not even close to being done with you just yet. gonna have everyone know who’s my name once we’re finished.”

@genkima @sweet-sourhotcoco ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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queenimmadolla · 6 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You surprise Eddie with your baby's first trick-or-treat costume. Spoiler alert: she's adorable.

a/n: for maisie 🩷

more penny and Eddie here

“I’m waitiiiiiiiiing.” Eddie sang out from the couch, tugging at the neck of the cream colored turtleneck you’d guilted him into wearing. It wasn’t as bad as the sweater he had to wear with it. Truly the ugliest thing he had ever seen.

It was so ugly, it offended him and he was a little grumpy about it, which you teased was appropriate considering he was supposed to be dressed as Bert from Sesame Street.

Yeah. Sesame Street.

The (totally) gay puppets.

“You’ll have to get close.” Eddie had threatened when you pulled out eyeliner, not to line his eyes like you did before one of his shows or a date night, but to link his brows together in the most unrealistic looking unibrow ever.

Once upon a time, up until like two Halloweens ago, Eddie had used this day to be completely and thoroughly chaotic. Messy. Well, as messy as the social pariah could be on Halloween. So just really drunk, maybe high—sometimes both—making out with someone who wouldn’t acknowledge his existence the following day (and he was very grateful for you for breaking the curse on that last carefree Halloween). But that was the old Eddie Munson.

Gone was the Eddie Munson that either went all out–in leather, eyeliner and fake blood–or barely tried with some devil horns and a bad sense of humor for halloween to deal weed and drugs, smoke weed and drink til he threw up, or get fucked. Granted, he wasn’t going through this change alone.

Your opportunities to party on Halloween night with your friends–having all gotten ready together for the big, slutty night out–drinking ‘til you were stupid only to wake up on your bedroom floor (sometimes not even yours and on one year, the top of your neighbor’s car) with no real repercussions were no more.

Your days as primarily careless teenagers and now young adult were over, replaced with enjoying the night in a way you were both surprised to find that you didn’t hate, even as early twentysomethings.

Hell, the both of you were eager–even if Eddie had to wear a lame costume. He’d wanted to be Ernie, at least.

“Shut up!” You called back from the bedroom. Eddie snickered at the amusement hidden under your voice and shifted until he was lounging on his side, arm propped up with his hand.

“Still waitiiiiiiiing!”

You’d been hiding a certain costume from him for the past three weeks, and the anticipation was killing him.

“You are the most impatient man I have ever met.”

“I just gotta have you, baby.” Came his immediate response and his grin widened when he realized he didn’t even have to think up replies for your quips, it just came natural now. He knew you that well. Still made him giddy and want to kick his feet in the air.

He loved being married to you. Sue him.

“Okay, here we come!” You announced and Eddie scrambled to sit up straight, eagerly leaning forward to get an early peak.

You walked down the short hall, dressed in a striped sweatshirt, jeans with the bottoms rolled into cuffs and a pair of red converse. Ernie. But Eddie already knew what your costume was, it was a couple’s costume and you were indeed a couple.

It was who you were glancing back at, just out of his line of sight, that held his curiosity.

“C’mon, baby. Go show daddy!”

At your prompting, your baby–just a couple of months over a year old–came waddling out, footsteps awkward as she got used to the orange duck feet covering her own and the padding and stuffing of her yellow duck costume, clutching a bottle you’d given her to keep her from fussing while you got her dressed. Her curly little head and chunky cheeks were framed in the hood of the costume, with the duck’s head resting on hers.

“Are you kidding me?” Eddie asked, mouth dropping open as his eyes darted from his cute little spawn in her adorable costume to your smug expression and back, “Are you joking? OH MY GOD!”

Eddie reached his arms out to Penny, fingers curling into his fists as he made grabby hands, “You are so precious, my little baby, come to daddy!”

Penny was delighted with his praise, drooly mouth dropping open and big brown eyes sparkling as she rushed forward. Her lack of coordinated motor skills paired with the duck feet and the padding of her duck bottom throwing her equilibrium off meant she immediately lost her balance and you and Eddie both inhaled sharply, quickly rising to attention as she wobbled forward briefly, then fell back on her cushioned tail feathers.

It was far from a dangerous fall, so you and Eddie stood frozen, waiting for her response so as to not sway her to have a certain response, having taken her to the doctor’s after a fall once only to learn she was perfectly fine and had only started crying because you had.

You both learned real quick to wait for her response after falling, sometimes she cried and had a boo boo that Daddy and Mommy could fix with some first aid and a kiss, and other times she'd run right into the wall, get up, and walk away (albeit while muttering in angry baby gibberish).

Penny blinked once, eyes flying from your face to her dad’s before she wiggled her bum against the floor, set her bottle down next to her and tried to stand up.

You both let out matching sighs of relief before Eddie darted forward to scoop her up.

“Are you rubber ducky?” Eddie asked once he had her situated in his arms. All she did was give him that big, beautiful smile of hers (no longer gummy with the teeth she had coming in but thinking about that made Eddie teary eyed) before her attention strayed to his long curls and her chunky little fist flew out to grab some of it, staring it down before she put it in her mouth.

“Say, yes, baby.” You encouraged her after picking up her bottle, hand tucking in one of her curls peaking out.

“Yesh.” She parroted, mouthing aggressively at the hair in her fist. While she was distracted, Eddie took the opportunity to press kisses into her cheek, smothering her in them until she grew annoyed and snapped her head in his direction, mouth wide in protest.

“Sor-ry!” He huffed, still grinning as he pressed another one into her soft cheek. She was all talk and no bite. Mostly.

“What does the duck say, baby?” You asked, trying to prompt her. She could do some of the animal sounds and she’d gotten the duck right a few times.

“Moooo.” And sometimes she moo’d.

“That is one interesting duck.” Eddie commented and you shushed him.

“No, baby. Quack.”

“Cack.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Okay, that’s a little too close to–we’ll stick with moo.”

You grabbed her trick-or-treat bag, a disposable camera and a couple of other things you thought you might need to take her trick-or-treating for the first time, while Eddie continued to coddle her, only putting her down when you were all ready to go.

Penny was little miss independent until she caught sight of the steps outside of the trailer. Then she whimpered, dropped her bottle and turned to Eddie, shoving herself at his legs as she reached her little arms up to him.

“Up! UP! Up!”

It was mean of him, really it was, because Penny was genuinely afraid of the steps but that also meant she demanded her daddy hold her in his arms, and that wasn’t really a loss for him so he hoped she’d hang onto that fear for a while before she got inventive and found another way to climb down them without him.

Eddie picked her up and she curled into his chest, chin on his shoulder as she clung to him with the duck head on her hood hitting the side of his face. He was trying to hide his smile but it was much too large to conceal and you glared at him with no malice, more amused with Eddie than anything.

“It’s okay, sweetpea. Daddy will protect you from those big, mean steps.”

He cackled as you shook your head with a smile.

“You are so messed up, capitalizing off of her fear.”

“Hey–it’s easy for you, she still demands and needs your boob. Did you see her refuse my kisses in there? I’m fighting for her affection here. And I’m gonna keep doing it, as soon as she gets over her fear of steps, I’m telling her a monster lives underneath them. Now, let's go get some candy I’ll also eat on her behalf.”

He bounded cheerfully out the door, Penny bouncing in his arms while you locked up behind him and called out in your laughter.

“And using your baby for candy–oh, you’ve got to choke tonight. I’ll save you, but you’ve got to choke.”

Eddie paused, waiting for you to catch up as his lips curled into smirk in a very Grinch like manner and you groaned, eyes squeezing shut as you realized what he was implying without having to verbalize it.

“I mean, I’d be happy to arrange that–”

“Keep walking, Bert. We only have an hour and a half so we’d better get a move on if you want a decent amount of candy to steal from your own baby.”

“I’m not above taking candy from any baby.” He confirmed leaning down just as you leaned up to meet in a kiss, the both of you smiling into it. It was brief, ending when Penny accidentally pecked the both of you with the head of her costume.

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buckymorelikefuckme · 29 days

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a helping hand

jake jensen x fem reader

words: 3.7k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** friends to lovers, handjob, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't do that), jake has a big dick, my lame attempts at humor. please let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: SURPRISE!! this is honestly so silly. and filthy. i wrote it in a frenzy last night after the idea randomly came to me. keep in mind it's all based off the vague info i have about him. i probably took a lot of liberties. it wasn't planned for my first jakey fic to be this, but oh well lmao! any and all mistakes are my own. feedback is encouraged and greatly appreciated :) xo

❀ part two

With an exaggerated, put-upon sigh, you gesture vaguely at Jake to stand and say, “Alright, let me see it.”

“What?” Jake asks, brows furrowed so deeply you worry he’ll get a migraine.

“You’re being awfully dramatic about this, so I need to see what all the fuss is about,” you calmly explain, though still skeptical.

Jake had showed up at your apartment with a look of pure despair, ranting about how yet another hookup went south when they took their clothes off and his would-be partner saw his cock for the first time. Said they almost begged him to leave and take his monster with him.

Surely his dick can’t be that big, right?

Jake hesitates, watching you warily as he contemplates, but then he sighs heavily and he rises to his feet, grumbling as he unbuttons and lowers the zip on his jeans. His thumbs curl under the waistband of both the jeans and his underwear before he unceremoniously shoves them down to mid-thigh. And then there’s only silence that follows.

You blink. You stare. You blink again.

Jake shifts his weight on his feet, settling his hands on his hips awkwardly.

Finally, you find your voice.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you wheeze, your voice tight and airy as you struggle to remember how to inhale.

Jake groans, covering his face mournfully. “I told you!” he wails. “It’s too big! And I know, I know—boohoo woe is me I have a big dick—but listen, this is literally a big fucking problem. I’m going crazy here. It’s just not the same with only my hands!”

Probably because not even both of your hands can cover your gigantic fucking penis, you think to yourself, but thankfully, do not say aloud. And, alright, maybe you’re exaggerating just a little, but Jake is still easily the biggest you’ve ever seen. Like, leaps and bounds bigger. The length of it isn't overly scary or anything, it's just… thick, and veiny, has the slightest curve to it.

And the thing is, you really shouldn’t be so surprised. In general, Jake himself is… big. He’s tall, and broad, and his hands are works of fucking art with his long fingers and wide palms, and his thighs—Jesus, fuck, his thighs. They deserve sonnets alone, just for how sculpted and muscled they are. Even Jake’s pecs are big. And you’re normally not a tit person, but Jake’s? You’ve cupped and squeezed and fondled them probably too many times to be appropriate.

The point is, though, that Jake is fucking hot. You have always thought so, in an offhand kind of way, like, a passing observation. Jake is also sweet and attentive, always periodically checking in on each person in his friend group, always willing to offer advice or a listening ear. He’s incredibly smart while also endearingly dumb about so much. He never asks for help with anything because he doesn’t want to be a burden, no matter how many times he’s told he could never be. So you’re pretty sure that Jake has used up all of his courage and vulnerability by coming to you with his problem. And you are flummoxed as to why he chose you, but you will not let this opportunity pass you by.

“Jake,” you start after a slight pause, “I have lube, patience, and willpower.”

And Jake says, “Huh?”

Which is fair, to be honest.

“Can you, um, put your dick away so I can think properly?” you ask after delicately clearing your throat.

Jake flushes and hastily obeys before taking his spot on the couch again.

You shift to face him fully, taking in his pink cheeks and inability to meet your gaze, and you feel bad for being so blunt, for speaking before thinking.

“Sorry,” you apologize, “I just wasn't… You know.” You wave your hand around in a way that you hope says, I wasn't expecting you to have the most perfect cock I've ever seen, when your mind blanks on how to continue.

Then again, maybe it's a good thing you couldn't figure out a way to say that verbally.

You clear your throat again. “What I was trying to say is that, um, maybe I could help you?”

Jake tilts his head. “Help me?” he repeats.

“Yeah, you know, like,” you say, licking your lips, “I could lend a hand. So to speak.”

It only takes a split second for him to understand what you're saying. His eyes widen, round like saucers behind his glasses, ears now burning a bright red as he sputters.

“What? You're offering to—no, that's. No, you're not—this isn't what I—fuck, I think I’m gonna pass out,” he stammers breathlessly, and honestly, he is starting to look a bit lightheaded. He shakes himself, closing his eyes, then takes in a deep breath and releases it slowly.

You quietly wait for him to gather himself, almost wishing you hadn't said anything. Almost, but not really, not enough to try to take it back.

Finally, he blinks his eyes open and turns to you. “I didn't come here expecting you to–to help me with my… problem.”

“Jakey,” you say on an exhale, smiling. “I know that. I offered because I wanted to.”

“But why?” he questions, bewildered.

You purse your lips, glancing up at the ceiling as you think about your response carefully this time. “Because you're one of my best friends, and you're hurting, in a way. I know it's not like, the worst thing in the world to just get off with your own hands, but I feel like getting shot down at the last minute every time you go to have sex can't be good for you mentally, either.”

Jake shifts his gaze to his lap then, mouth twisting into something disappointed, and that just confirms what you've said. He's started taking this to heart, beating himself up over something entirely out of his control. Sure, you wanna get your hands, mouth, and everything else on his dick, but a guy like Jake deserves to be brought to orgasm by someone else.

“Think of it as a favor,” you try, quietly, nudging his arm.

Swallowing roughly, he meets your eyes, searching. “Are you sure?” he asks after a long pause.

You reach out and grab his hand, twining your fingers with his. “I’m sure.” When he still hesitates, you squeeze his hand lightly. “You can say no, Jake.”

“No.” You start to pull away, and then he shakes his head quickly, holding on to you tighter. “No, I mean—I don't want to say no. I'm just. I'm a little nervous.”

His confession breaks your heart a little more. On the surface, this problem isn't all that serious, but underneath it all, Jake is craving connection. You’ll make sure he leaves your apartment more than satisfied.

“If at any point, for any reason, you want to stop then we’ll stop,” you promise.

He finally smiles, small and lopsided, and nods in agreement. You stand up, tugging him to rise with you and struggling to lift all that muscle mass.

“Come on,” you instruct, “let's go to my bedroom. We’ll have more space there.”

Silently, he follows you to your room, palm clammy against yours. The sun is shining through your windows, beams landing directly on your bed like some kind of spotlight. You let go of Jake’s hand to quickly shove your comforter to the foot of your bed then climb onto it.

“C’mere,” you murmur when you see him hovering unsurely beside the bed, patting the space between your legs.

First, Jake makes quick work of the button and zip on his jeans, before knee-walking to where you indicated. You both settle on the mattress, your back to the headboard and Jake getting comfortable against your chest and into the cradle of your spread thighs. The position really highlights your size difference, almost comically, and you have to swallow down all the things you want to say or sounds that threaten to escape.

Jake already has his jeans back down around his knees and quickly wiggles his underwear down to get his dick out. He’s jittery, his movements stilted and awkward, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.

“Relax, Jakey,” you softly instruct, reaching up to squeeze at his shoulders comfortingly. “It’s just me. I’m here to help, okay?”

“Right,” Jake replies on an exhale, nodding, “okay. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Your lips quirk slightly. “Good. I’m gonna touch you now, alright?”

“Okay,” Jake murmurs.

You hear him swallow, see his fists clench and unclench where they’re resting beside his thighs. Tentatively, as if not to startle him, you move your hands to Jake’s hips, petting over the exposed skin there. You hear Jake’s breath hitch then, so you keep going. You trail your fingers down the tops of Jake’s thighs, into the crease where they meet his groin and back up, just a touch higher than before, and you repeat the motion a few times until you’ve worked the hem of Jake’s shirt up to give you better access to his torso.

Slowly, Jake sinks further and further into your embrace, getting heavier and heavier the more you touch him. You are quietly loving the weight of him, the way his head is starting to loll and his eyelids beginning to flutter. You watch Jake bite his lip when you finally tease closer to his hardening cock, running your fingernails lightly across the trimmed hair above it.

You raise one of your hands, palm up, with a soft, “Jake,” as instruction.

He blinks down at your hand for a second, dazed, and then he’s carefully holding your hand and bringing it up to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to your palm. You feel your face grow hot as you hide your smile in Jake’s shoulder, though you’re positive he can feel it anyway.

“Jakey,” you say again, painfully endeared, “I meant for you to, you know, get my hand wet.”

“Oh.” He huffs a little at himself, but he doesn’t hesitate to bring your hand back up to his mouth and drag his tongue across your open palm.

Now it’s your turn for your breath to catch in your throat, locking every part of your body so you don't make any sudden movements or do something stupid. That gets more difficult to avoid when Jake, after thoroughly licking all over your hand, tops it all off by gathering the remaining saliva in his mouth, makes you cup your hand and then spits into it. For a split second, you think you’re about to come, which would be mortifying, so you’re glad when you’re able to reign in your hormones and offer a small thank you so you can get back to the task at hand. Literally.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you finally allow yourself to look over Jake’s shoulder, and honestly, you could weep at the sight before you. Jake’s cock is fully hard now, lying against his toned stomach, looking more intimidating than ever. Somehow his cock seems bigger, and thicker too. Your mouth waters, but you tell yourself to focus.

With your dry hand, you lift Jake’s cock, holding him at the base while you bring your other hand down to curl around the head. Jake gasps lightly, but otherwise stays still and quiet, at least until you begin stroking him. Slow and steady, you drag your hand down to the base of Jake’s cock, then add a little more pressure on the upstroke. Jake makes a punched out kind of sound, his knees jerking up slightly before settling back in place. A thrill rushes through you, powerful and giddy at the thought of Jake being at your mercy, of being the one to pull out even these tiny reactions. It makes you want to see just how loud you can make him. For now, though, you continue your steady pace, feeling more than hearing Jake’s sigh when you use your free hand to start touching him everywhere you can reach again.

What’s dangerous about this is that you could get used to it. You’re pretty sure you already are, and that could spell disaster for you, because you’re just supposed to be helping him out. This is only supposed to be offering Jake some relief after being unable to get off with a partner, to give him pleasure that isn’t by his own hands. You press your lips together and speed up your stroking, just a smidge, squeeze a bit more around the head and dig your thumb into Jake’s slit.

“Oh,” he utters, head falling back to rest on your shoulder, eyes closed tight and hips twitching up into your touch, chasing the feeling.

“Does it feel good, Jakey?” you boldly ask.

Jake nods and hums. “So good,” he affirms. He moves his hands to grip your knees as he adds, “Being so good to me, sweetheart.”

And, well. Fuck. You've been trying to pretend your pussy isn't wetter than it's been in a long while, but his words have you wishing you could close your thighs for some much needed friction. Subtly, you try to shift your hips and all it does is make you more frustrated. You let out a huff, breath fanning out against Jake’s neck. He shivers against you and you pause. Your lack of movement makes him whine, low and pleading, and it jolts you back into action.

Dragging your gaze down the line of his throat only makes you want to put your mouth on it, see if you can get him to shiver again. You peek at his face and see his eyes are still closed. Softly, so soft, you lean in and press a kiss to the side of his neck, and the way he responds is beautiful.

He whimpers, tilts his head back further to give you more room, his hips bucking up into your hold as you continue stroking him at a rhythmic pace. And you really can't say no to that kind of invitation. So, sufficiently sure that he doesn't mind it, you press even more kisses into his skin, trailing them up and down his neck and shoulder, as far as you can reach. The kisses turn wet, your tongue flicking out to taste him. Jake’s stomach muscles clench, and you quicken the pace of your hand up a bit, mouthing sloppily up his neck to his ear.

“Don't know how anyone could refuse you,” you mutter, your own breathing getting heavier to match his. “How can anyone look at your cock and not want to sit on it, Jakey? It doesn't make sense.”

He groans, planting his feet on the mattress so he has better leverage to thrust up into your fist, panting and letting out needy sounds.

“God, Jake,” you whine. You suck and bite a mark on his throat, pulling away once you're happy with it. “I bet you would feel perfect inside me,” you confess in a whisper.

“Stop,” he pants, and you let go of him in an instant, stomach dropping.

Before you can start to panic too much, Jake clumsily shifts around until he's on his haunches facing you, flushed all the way down his chest, eyes blazing behind his frames. You open your mouth to ask him what's wrong, but then he's gripping you under your knees and yanking. You fall flat on your back with a startled yelp and Jake is there to swallow the sound, kissing you like it's his lifeline. A moan rips its way out of your chest, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer to you.

He breaks the kiss, glasses askew, to ask, “Can I please fuck you?”

Any other time you'd snort at the politeness of such a vulgar question, but at the moment all you can do is nod, roughly tugging at his shirt until he gets the hint and removes it, almost knocking his glasses off entirely. It lands somewhere on the floor, along with his jeans and underwear a second later. You squirm once you see his body fully naked, core throbbing in need to have it against you, on top of you.

“You too,” he murmurs, reaching for your shorts.

You lift your hips to help him, biting your lip at the way he curses when he realizes you aren’t wearing panties. With a grin, you surprise him further by taking off your t-shirt and reveal you're also not wearing a bra.

“Would it totally ruin the moment if I say I’ve wanted this for way too long?” he wonders, eyes raking over your body, his hands joining soon after.

You smile softly and shake your head. “Not at all.” He returns your smile, but yours eases into something mischievous. “But what will ruin the moment is if you don't get your fingers in me to get me ready for your big cock.”

Jake’s smile drops. “Fuck,” he says with feeling.

To incentivize him, you spread your legs, hand tracing a path down to where you're dripping. He watches with blown pupils and a slack jaw. When you hum as your fingers lightly glide down your slit, he snaps into focus. He knocks your hand away to replace it with his own. You sigh at the touch of his calluses on your sensitive skin, tilting your hips up and moaning when he finally sinks one finger inside you.

Thankfully, he doesn't seem to want to waste time, thrusting his finger steadily. You've never appreciated how long his fingers are more than you are at this very moment. He works you up to three of them much too fast for your liking, but you understand the urgency he’s feeling, and you can't really deny that you're feeling it too.

“That's good, Jake, c’mon, please get in me already,” you beg, shifting restlessly.

“Shit,” he breathes, “okay, yeah, let me just—”

He shuffles closer, taking his cock in hand and rubbing it up and down your slit, the head catching on your opening, making you whine. He curses under his breath some more and starts pushing in. Your mouth drops open, but no sound comes out, brows furrowing deeply as he splits you open on his cock. When he bottoms out, you let out a sharp exhale that hitches in your chest, while Jake’s chest is heaving like he's run a marathon.

“So tight,” he mutters.

“So—” You hiccup through a desperate sob. “So big, oh my god, Jakey, baby, please move, I need you to move.”

His chin drops to his chest with a pained sounding groan, but he listens. He draws his hips back, cock dragging deliciously out of you, before he thrusts back in. You're not sure you've stopped making noise since he started pulling out, high and needy and hungry pleas for more, and he's barely even gotten started.

Every sensation feels dialed up to a million. You're not sure sex has ever been like this for you; like your skin is on fire, like you can feel your pulse throb through every limb, through every single finger and toe, but especially in your clit. Your nipples even feel more sensitive than usual as they brush against his chest. Your body is positively singing with pleasure.

And Jake… Oh, that sweet, precious man is in heaven. You know you're tight around him, warm and wet, the perfect place to fuck into, and now that he's finally getting what he's wanted he's not holding back. He's fucking you like he’s gonna be graded on it after. His hips slam into yours and he can't stop making noises of his own. Grunts, soft gasps, neverending praise over how you feel, how he's so happy this is happening, how he's never going to stop fucking you.

Your nails dig into the flesh on his back, dragging all the way down until you flatten your palms on his ass and squeeze. His thrusting falters for a second, but he finds his rhythm again quickly, dropping to his elbows so that he's even closer. He kisses along your collarbones, nipping at the base of your throat before sucking at the spot harshly. You moan brokenly and clutch at him tighter.

“Left my mark on you, too,” he declares, kissing the bruise he’s made, then kisses you properly, tongue sliding across yours and dipping into your mouth.

You're not sure how much longer you can hold back from touching your clit, your need ratcheting higher and higher, but you know Jake is right there with you. He's pounding into you roughly now, chasing his climax with determination. Reaching down, you swipe your fingers through your slick and use it to rub your clit, a whimper escaping you when you tighten around him from the added stimulation. Jake growls and speeds up some, hitching one of your legs up his side. It changes the angle just enough that he's hitting that spot inside you that has you crying out, a long warble of his name, fingers quickening their pace on your clit.

“Yeah, that's it,” he encourages. “Please, come for me. Come on, baby, let me see it, wanna watch you fall apart.”

All of your breath gets trapped in your lungs as warmth pools in your core and bursts outward, your pussy fluttering and clamping down on his cock. Your body shivers through your climax, thighs trembling unceasingly as Jake groans and fucks you harder, three, four more times before stilling. He comes with a loud moan, grinding inside you as he rides it out.

After a moment, he collapses on top of you. You grunt at his weight, but smile tiredly at your ceiling, combing your fingers through his hair. You feel him press a kiss on your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

That makes you giggle, which in turn makes you clench and has Jake whining since he's still buried inside you. Gingerly, he pulls out, both of you hissing at the sensation. He runs a tender finger along the outside of your opening.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, concerned.

“No, baby,” you whisper.

He meets your gaze then, hopeful, still flushed with exertion and glasses slightly foggy. “Baby?”

You hum with a grin. “Yes. My big, beefy baby,” you tease. “I’m keeping you all to myself now.”

“You know, I think I just might be okay with that,” he replies, beaming in a way that puts the sunlight through your window to shame.

#jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen fic #jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen smut #jake jensen fluff

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ratsonastick · 3 months

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Clarisse la rue x shy!reader won my heart so I thought maybe the same center but with a different development like the reader is super shy and Clarisse is always seen defending her or speaking for her but then some new camper speaks badly of Clarisse and the reader defends her, kind of surprising everyone and making Clarisse proud of her with an ending where she expresses this

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Clarisse La Rue x shy!reader

All across the camp, kids knew that you had caught Clarisse La Rue’s eye. Maybe it was from how she was so gently towards you or maybe how she defended you, but everyone knew to back off.

You weren’t oblivious to this, because you knew some campers didn’t like you for some reason. Maybe it was your looks or the way you behaved.

All you knew is that they talked a lot behind your back.

It never really bothered you, until you started to realize how nice it was not getting stared down by others.

And the one at fault was Clarisse.

Most kids had stopped but it wasn’t until one day she heard a younger kid talking about your looks in her cabin did she get annoyed again.

She walked up to the kid and sat down “What did Y/n ever do to you?” Clarisse asked and the kid looked at her a little startled “Right. now shut the hell up or I will flush your head down the toilet just like I did with Jimmy.”

She got up and walked away. Let’s just say that kid did more than shut up … he hid.

Clarisse didn’t mind doing this, she liked yelling at kids, especially when It came to defending her favorite girl.

She knew that you are too shy to speak out and defend yourself so she wanted to be that voice for you.

But one day the roles switched.

You were sitting around the campfire with a few friends when you started to listen in on someone else’s conversation.

“She thinks she runs this whole place … but she’s only known because of her daddy. I wouldn’t be surprised if that stupid staff wasn’t the only thing he gave her.”

“She probably got Ares to get Aphrodite to bless her … I bet that’s all fake beauty and she’s just actually ugly.”

The two girls laughed, you didn’t know who they were, but you did know how annoying they were.

The insults they created were not only fake but just lame which infuriated you.

So before you could register what you were doing, you stood up and walked over to them crouching down in front of them like they were little children.

“Hey, can you guys shut the hell up? Leave Clarisse alone and make you jealous somewhere else. It's not her fault that her godly parent loves her and yours doesn’t love you.

You patted the girl on the shoulder and walked back to your spot. Your face feels slightly warm from embarrassment.

You let out a sigh and as the girls walked off your friends pat you on the back.

Seconds later you felt an arm touch your shoulder, and someone sat next to you.

When you turned to look it was Clarisse. She had a smug smile on her face, one leg on each side of the log so she was facing you, her arm resting on her knee.

“You didn’t have to.” She spoke softly, “but I wanted to.”

She smiled, gently biting her lip as she looked you up and down. “I’m proud of you.” She mumbled, a faint blush covering her face which she hoped you couldn’t see.

You hummed softly in response, turning to look at the fire while she kept looking at you.

“You’re hot when you yell at people, you know?” She smiled once more when she realized she caught you off guard.

She noticed how your moment of confidence was slowly dying down but the moment was still engraved fresh in her head.

“You should yell more.” She whispered once more with a glimmer in her eye.

“Clarisse I’ll never understand you” you murmured which made her lean forward.

“Well then go out with me and maybe I can help you understand.”

#percy jackon and the olympians #x reader #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue #wlw post #wlw #dior goodjohn

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blasphemecel · 4 months

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Michael Kaiser �� On Your Knees

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader WORD COUNT: 2.9k TYPE: Humor, Teasing, ERM I think y/n and kaiser might like each other 🤓 WARNING: Suggestive sorry (flirting is only verbal but explicit at times)

Kaiser always looks alright with his hair wet. Not, like, stunning or anything, but passable. Then you know it’ll start standing up in weird ways after it dries a little and he’ll ask Ness to help him with it — which, embarrassing, by the way.

But anyway. You wanted to check out the communal bath after you took a shower, figured you’d be alone because it was already bordering on late, and Kaiser followed you because why wouldn’t he. Not like you value your peace and solitude or anything. He can be such a pest sometimes.

You were telling him what Isagi told you — it’s called a sento and apparently it’s different from the more popular onsen — and he said you weren’t ‘worldly’ and that you weren’t ‘impressing him’ and then some more about how ‘everyone knows this.’ Shithead. You should spit in his breakfast tomorrow, if you remember.

Well, you like sitting in the bath, at least, so you’re not too sour right now. Even Kaiser being right next to you can’t ruin it.

“I like this Raichi guy,” you say.

Kaiser shakes his head a little to show you he disapproves. “Don’t tell me you mingle with them. Also, the guy’s always benched. He’s second-rate.”

“No, listen, he was telling me about this sexy soccer motto he has. I really wanna know what it’s about.”

“You’re embarrassing. If you’re in my entourage, you should act like it.”

“Dude, you’re just mad at Isagi ‘cause he was trending on football twitter more than you were that day,” you say.

“I’m not!”

Very persuasive argument coming from him here. It’ll take a lot out of you to take it apart. He’s fuming about it, too. Maybe it’s not so bad Kaiser came along if you can poke fun at him.

“I don’t know why you’re the favorite on the team, anyway,” you say. “They all die over your corny tattoo and not to mention how much you love showing it off. Not cool at all.”

“You wish you were me. Now you’re being jealous because no one likes you, and it’s making you look even uglier than usual,” says Kaiser, seeming to believe himself if the smug look on his face is anything to go by.

“I mean, I had a girlfriend till recently, you know.” Kaiser rolls his eyes, but you ignore him. He’s always doing this, pretending he doesn’t want to hear you. “She had this botched blue dye job and said things like ‘pussy power,’ with the crystals in her room and the tarot cards and all.”

“Yeah? Sounds great. Did you pick her up after a match, loser?”

You click your tongue and wag your finger at him just to be annoying. “No, I don’t fool around with fans. Seems more like your forte.”

He flicks the offending finger away. “I’ve never done that, you slanderous pig.”

“No, but listen, she didn’t care about football at all. She didn’t even know what a scissor kick is. Ooh, she drove me wild.” You sing the last part, looking up at the ceiling fondly as if you’re recalling a warm memory.

Kaiser narrows his eyes at you, frowning. “You’re one strange individual.” And what a pompous way to put it.

“But anyway, wanna know what kinda tattoo I’d get?”

“I seriously don’t care.”

“A skull with two guns. Hard as fuck.”

“You’re so lame. It’s appalling, and also probably why you got dumped.”

He’s taking the tattoo thing seriously. At least seriously enough to insult you over it. He’s even snickering at you in amusement. His face is always, how can you put it… snide, but he does look a touch more evil when he starts grinning and shit. What a hoot, though. Really.

“Nah, there was this guy. He wore suspenders with plaid polos and these little sweaters over them. They were sustainable. Sustainable. Can you believe it? Sustainable! I didn’t stand a chance.” You poke him on the neck, already distracted from what you were rambling about. Kaiser is going to bring up your low attention span soon, you can smell it on him. It doesn’t take any effort to reach out, though, what with him sitting so close next to you. “This isn’t such a bad spot for a tattoo, actually. I don’t know, maybe you were onto something.”

“Paws off,” he says, swatting you away like a bug. A pedestrian bug, probably, at least in his imagination. “You really wanna fondle me that badly, you’ll use any excuse to do so?”

“Paws!” you repeat, clapping. “You’re hysterical.”

Kaiser rolls his eyes again. He seems to like to do that a lot, at least in your presence. If there was such a thing as competitive eye-rolling, you wager he’d be good at it, maybe even better than he is at football.

“No, but listen-”

“God, I hate it when you say that,” he interrupts with a groan, then contradicts himself by also swinging an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer just to yawn in your face with great exaggeration. The water is way too hot for this nonsense, so you push him away. “Because I never want to listen to you.”

“You’re crazy. Insane. It’s super clinical. Like, really.”

“Yes, I’m sure, unlike me, you’d pass a psychiatric evaluation because I’m crazy and you aren’t. Of course.”

“Imagine-”

“Can you stop topic-hopping?” Kaiser asks, annoyed. See, you knew he’d bring it up. “Does your head ever hurt with how much bullshit goes through it?”

You shush him. He scowls at you like you’re some mold growing in the bath, but you disregard his expression of disdain. “Imagine you’re having a nice day, I don’t know, at practice. Then I barge in with all of my asshole glory, right, and I walk up to you, and for no reason, I say, ‘On your knees,’ instead of greeting you. Isn’t that kinda deranged?”

Kaiser stares at you. To his credit, he’s decent at maintaining a poker face, but once he’s embarrassed, there’s no hiding it, no going back. Because no matter how much he does his usual male posturing or whatever it’s called, his face is all red, the blush even going up to his ears, mouth wavering the slightest bit. “W-What? In your dreams.”

“Oh, do you like getting bossed around or something?” you ask with the sensitivity of a numb toe. “That’s so pathetic.”

It’s quite the spectacle when his skin somehow becomes even more flush. Sick of your leering, maybe, Kaiser whips around, albeit not all the way, and covers his cheek with his hand while peering at you through his fingers. Finally, he decrees, “You suck,” with too much authority.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Forget about me, though. In that situation, do you spit or do you swallow?”

It’s unclear whether you’re getting any gratification out of this besides the satisfaction of flustering him, but you smile in amusement regardless. As if you care about Kaiser sitting there, looking all pretty and nervous because of some nonsense you’d been spewing. Not like you’re crazy about him or anything. That’d be ridiculous. You couldn’t be more unfazed if you tried.

You grab your towel with what you’d call impressive swiftness, then turn around and stand, covering yourself before preparing to go on your merry way. Kaiser pulls you back by the ankle, trying to trip you or something, the menace. Hilarious guy, really.

He is staring up at you in this petulant sort of way, grabbing onto his own towel with his other hand. “Why are you leaving so soon?” he asks, sounding peeved, as if you haven’t been here with him for an unreasonable amount of time already.

“I thought I should give you some privacy since you’re all hot and bothered now,” you say (with this douchebag laugh you have for situations like these, where you’re being a douchebag — self-explanatory), stepping out of his grip. Then you try to imitate his voice, but more high-pitched, accompanying your performance with a few vulgar hand gestures. “Oh, [Y/n], you slanderous pig! I think that’s what you’d sound like.”

“You’re such a lowlife,” he says, before all but leaping out of the bath and trying to maim you right here on the spot, and the only thing to save you from your demise is that he gets lightheaded and almost faints immediately after.

You reach out to pull him up and keep him steady, holding him by the arms. “You can’t be jumping out of the bath like that, man, come on.”

The lack of response concerns you, but after a while, Kaiser gathers his wits enough to say, “I’m going to make you slip, and I’ll be praying you split your head open.”

You burst out laughing. “Do it, then. You don’t have it in you, do you?”

Instead of doing as he promised to retaliate to your provocation, he settles for letting go of you and glaring, before clutching the side of his head and going still again. If there was any medical wing in this goddamn football contraption, maybe you would’ve taken him, but alas. At least you don’t need to worry about Kaiser too much since he eventually concedes and holds onto your arm for support.

The sight of you two stumbling around towards the changing room is probably comedic — uncoordinated as hell, covering yourselves with these flimsy little towels, using the hands not clutching at the other.

“You’re supposed to drink a lot of water before getting in,” you say.

“It’s your fault! You didn’t warn me we were going.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you weren’t invited. Jeez.”

“Oh, whatever.”

You return the tiny towel to the basket, swapping it for a bigger one and making quick work of drying yourself. You’re slipping on your shirt when you ask, “Is your head all right now?”

“I’m fine.”

When you turn around to judge whether he’s being truthful or not, he’s dabbing himself in a manner which is way more laborious, examining his reflection in the mirror as if he’s in some slow motion commercial where the camera will capture a conspicuous water droplet falling down his neck, admiring his jaw from different angles. He makes you sick sometimes.

“I’m not gonna wait for you to finish checking yourself out.”

He shoos you away with a dismissive wave of his hand. Unlike his, your actions most often align with your words, though, so you do walk out of the door. You’re not even ten steps in when Kaiser reappears, now magically dressed.

“Stop rushing,” he says, pushing you out of the way — and for no reason! There’s enough space for both of you in the hallway. You end up lagging a bit behind him. “I’m dizzy.”

“I thought you said-”

“Blah, blah,” he cuts you off, untying his hair and doing a bad job of smoothing it out with his fingers.

You’re rooming with him and Ness, so you’re already headed in the same direction. As much as this stinks, your other option was Gesner and Grim. God, is fucking Gesner obsessed with dick cheese. Of all things, that’s what he’s always talking about. Grim has your condolences, but the problem is out of your hands now.

“Your hairstyle’s ridiculous.”

Kaiser turns his nose up and smiles, coming off as pleased by the insult. “You can only wish to pull it off.” Always preening like a peacock. He’s entertaining. You swear he is.

You hook one of the ends, where it’s the bluest, around your finger, twirling it around and around. “I had a dream about you recently.”

“Aww, I’m on your mind even when you’re unconscious. I could vomit right now.”

“You were in the meditation position, but you were levitating, and the rat tails were holding you up.”

Maybe you’ve committed some kind of utmost offense, because he doesn’t even bother insisting they’re not rat tails this time. “Wow, those are the kinds of things you dream about me? Your brain is defective to the core.”

“What do you want me to dream about you, then? Are you implying something?”

He faces you, and he has this way of looking at you like you’re a blight on humanity. You have an urge to press your palms against his cheeks to check how warm they get when he blushes, but resist it. “You’re so delusional.”

He’s rolling his eyes again.

“Keep rolling them, see where it gets you.”

“What, are you implying something?” Kaiser asks, mocking you, but he seems kind of happy at the insinuation. You’re not about to point it out, though, having a semblance of self-preservation.

“But anyway, your hair,” you say. “It looks good for tugging on.”

He snorts, either at your audacity to speak such things out loud to him, or at the way you straight up ignored his question.

So you elaborate, just so he doesn’t get the wrong idea, “Yeah, like, I kinda wanna grab you and swing you around till you fly outta my grip.”

“What?! As if.”

“It’d be so funny, though.”

“Maybe to other stupid people like you. Dense people who always ruin the fucking moment, for example, that type of thing.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say, stifling a laugh before entering the room.

The lights are still on when you come in. Ness seems to be reading some kind of book, sitting upright and all. “Hey, guys. You were gone for a while.”

“We were,” Kaiser says, you assume just because he likes hearing himself talk. “All that time I can’t get back.”

You crouch down to get him a water bottle in case he forgot how dehydrated he was (or more likely decides he’s above getting it by himself). It’s rare for you to do something out of the goodness of your heart, so when you turn around to pass it and find him draping himself over the solitary bed — the one you won dibs on in an honest round of rock, paper, scissors — you swear to never do anything nice for him ever again.

“Hey, get off! It’s mine.”

“But I want it,” he whines, as if his word holds more weight than the aforementioned game of rock, paper, scissors, which, as already established, you won.

You’re about to make an earnest attempt at throwing him out of the bed until Ness comes to his defense. “Come on, leave him alone.”

Saying no to Kaiser is exceptionally easy. But going against what Ness is asking? You can’t get a read on the guy. He’s either way too happy most of the time, or is secretly plotting your murders for all you know. You toss the water bottle at Kaiser, leaving him to smirk at your relenting.

“By the way, do you mind if I turn the lights off after I do my nighttime routine in the bathroom? I’m kind of tired,” Ness says.

“Sure,” allows Kaiser. So generous and charming with a winning personality to boot, this guy.

You lean against the bunk bed and ask, “Oh yeah, why are you still up?”

“I thought it might be rude if I went to bed before you both came back, so I decided to wait.”

Damn, now you feel kind of bad for dilly-dallying for so long. You clutch your chest with a tasteful sense of drama. “You’re so perfect. Hey, Ness, you wanna take the top bunk?”

“Wow, really?”

“Why not at this point,” you say. After all, Ness came in second in the game, but gave it up to Kaiser, and he ruined everything already.

“Thanks!” He grins at you before rushing off to do his business, almost blinding you with the sweetness he emits. Your gaze trails after him until he leaves the room.

Kaiser is looking at you with a mix between scorn and disgust when you walk over to his side to retrieve your phone from the bedside table, but you pretend not to notice.

Figuring you have nothing better to do, you take Ness’s previous spot, lying down on your stomach, ready to check your notifications. In your peripheral vision, you see Kaiser take his shirt off theatrically, then he has the fucking nerve to throw it at you. He makes such a big show out of existing.

It’s probably more painless to throw him a glance now than to be stubborn, so you exhale out of your nostril in resignation and turn your attention back to him. Kaiser props himself on his elbow while reclining on his side, posing on the bed, gracing you with a bastard smile. Almost presenting himself like a Renaissance painting you’re supposed to admire in some chaste, intellectual kind of way.

“Wanna know something?”

“What?” he asks, apparently irritated since you don’t seem so appreciative of him right now.

“I think shitty, obnoxious guys like you need to be put in their place,” you tell him.

It really is way too obvious on his complexion when he starts getting shy. He’s like a breathing mood ring. It’s almost fascinating. For a second, Kaiser is incredulous, but then he turns smug again, addressing you with a sense of challenge. “Don’t even joke. You’re not really about it like that. All you do is talk.”

You think you’re gonna start having even more fun together after today.

___

No homo I HATE HIM 😍

#michael kaiser x you #michael kaiser x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you

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lethalchiralium · 1 year

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Lover | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Wife!Reader

a/n: TAYLOR SWIFT 🫶 i’m more of a speak now girlie but FUCK MAN. LOVER GOT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD. (this is also an apology to @peachesofteal and @as-is-above-so-below to them being subjected to my antics and foreshadowing ☺️) did i mention this is the last part before i rip everything you know apart?

warnings: mentions of babies (of course), mentions of kids, child loss

summary: Christmas Eve is over. With enough paper cuts to last a lifetime, you just want Simon to know how much you love him with a song.

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The dim light from the Christmas lights that lined your living room and Christmas tree lit up the room like warm firelight, you had finally finished wrapping the last present in blue and green spotted wrapping paper. It was getting late, Simon had already taken a bite out of the cookies Winnie was so excited to leave out for Santa, plus drank the entire glass of milk.

Your baby brother was asleep in the front room next to the stairs, the 141 settled and asleep in the guest room. Mellie had gone down with a belly full of formula and a face covered in kisses from her father, Winnie protested only for twenty minutes until your little brother convinced her that Santa wouldn’t come if she was awake. Simon kissed her face ten times before she finally got sick of him, stumbling over to Gaz for protection. Always the soft one, Gaz bundled her up in his arms with the blanket he had on him, holding her until she fell asleep on his chest. He had disappeared by 8pm to tuck her into bed, returning to sit on the couch to listen to one of your baby brother’s awful high school stories about setting a trash can on fire.

“Tommy, I’ll tell Mom.” You had remarked to your baby brother, he glared at you before sticking his tongue out and declaring that everyone was lame, and that he was going to bed. Soap and Gaz followed suit, saying that they were tired from playing all day and that they would see everyone in the morning. They went quietly into the guest room, Tommy complained from the front room that they were too loud. To which you closed the door between the living room and front room, grumbling about how dramatic he was.

Last to leave was Price. He sat with you and Simon as you forced your husband to help you wrap presents, Price was a little more helpful than Simon. Both him and you would wrap presents, you would wrap them in ribbons, then hand them to Simon so he could write down who it goes to. Price mumbled stories about having to wrap presents with his mum when he was younger, all for his cousins and his baby sister - who you learned died when she was fairly young. You couldn’t imagine how he could’ve felt when it happened, losing either Tommy or Dave would make you lose your mind; you couldn’t even think about how it effected his mum. He quickly glossed over it anyway, asking where the rest of the presents that he and the boys had brought went. Simon answered that they were in his office, under lock and key. He volunteered himself to go and get all of the already wrapped presents, leaving you two alone for a while until he brought them all down.

Price went to bed a little past midnight, you were starting to wrap the 141 presents by the time he did - he almost protested, saying he could still help but you were very stern on him going to bed. Your husband didn’t whisper a word of complaint as he hunched over, meticulously writing names and figuring out bows since his one chance to wrap something had failed miserably. It was fine though, you two sat in comfortable silence until he placed one of the last gifts under the Christmas tree. That was when he looked at the tree, his unmasked face illuminated in a warm glow.

There were moments where you were honestly stunned by his beauty. By all means, he was not the most beautiful man on Earth, but he was just perfect to you. The crooked nose from one too many breaks, the faded white lines across his face, the way his brown eyes gazed in childish wonder at the tree you had decorated with your baby brother. His hair was a little longer than usual, his normally shaved face was covered in stubble that your daughter liked to pull. You pressed your lips together, still memorizing his pink lips and the way one eyebrow was more arched than the other when he turned to look at you.

“Somethin’ the matter?”

You gazed back to the present in between your hands, a second-hand Nintendo DS with a couple cartridges of Nintendogs sat in the wrapped box. Soap was written in big letters - messy and all different sized, but that was Simon. He spent the most time on writing his children’s and his brother-in-law’s names, his brothers in arms wouldn’t mind. You thumbed over the little bow on it, making sure it was secure before placing it on the side of the large pile of presents. “Let’s keep the lights up for a while.”

Simon huffed through his nose. “Whatever you want, love.” He began to stretch his arms above his head, you could hear something pop and you quietly laughed. He eyed you before he reached a hand out for yours, you let him. He tugged you a little, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, a smile appeared on your face as he said, “Good work, Mama.” His hand settled on your cheek, eyes full of sleepiness yet the myriad of love in them made your heart warm even more.

“Can I share something with you?” You asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re not pregnant again, right?”

You rolled your eyes, moving away from him to stand. You held your hand out for him, he took it as he moved to his feet. You shuffled away to the mantle of the fireplace, the fire in it slowly dying away to ash as the night became tiring. Your phone in your hand, you snatched the pair of wired earbuds you were using earlier while cleaning and moved back to your husband. You stood in front of him, pressing an earbud into his ear and then the other into yours. His eyebrows furrowed, his hands still at his side. You ran through your music library, picking out the song that seemed to remind you of him. Lover.

The guitar and drums began to softly play, you slipped your phone into his pocket.

Your arms hooked around his neck as his hands settled on the top of your hips, your fingers brushed through the wisps of curls at the base of his skull.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January.

And this is our place, we make the rules.

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear,

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

“What are we listening to?”

“Taylor Swift.” You smiled up at him. His nose scrunched.

“I don’t like Taylor Swift.”

You gently patted his chest with one hand and keeping it over his heart. “You just need to listen to her words then, ‘cause she says it better than I can.”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

You gently rubbed his chest, the hand still behind his neck came down to his chest too - you could feel him breathe underneath your paper cut fingertips.

And ah, take me out, and take me home.

You're my, my, my, my,

Lover.

If there was a way you could’ve captured the moment his eyes softened, you would’ve. His brown eyes were always warm just for you, just for your girls, but it was as if they were made of honey in this moment - glittering in the firelight. His fingers dug just a little into your skin, barely noticeable.

We could let our friends crash in the living room,

This is our place, we make the call.

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you,

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all.

“You’re gonna be the death of me with that look, sweetheart.”

You giggled just a little. “It’s the only look I got.”

One hand curled around to your back, pulling you closer to him and forced your arms to go back around his neck. “You want all my summers, then? Is that what you’re saying?”

You shook your head just a little, letting your hips sway to the melody - moving your feet back and forth a little. And to your surprise, he followed suit. Using the hand in the curve of your spine, he kept you close to him and his old t-shirt and gingerbread man pajama pants Winnie insisted he wear. He looked beautiful in them anyway, though he’d stiffly disagree. “I do. I want every single season with you, my Simon whatever-your-middle-name-is Riley.”

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand,

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.

Your eyes couldn’t leave your husband’s if you even tried, it was easy to watch just how much love he had for you would spill through his gaze. The way his eyes lit up at that lyric, and how he watched your lips as you whispered the next lyrics to him,

“My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue,

All's well that ends well to end up with you.

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover.

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me,

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover.”

“Oliver.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, the song still singing in your ear. “What?”

“My middle name.”

Your husband wasn’t always ready to share details with you, the man was a half-chiseled sculpture when it came to the knowledge you knew about him. You were slowly chipping away his strong defence, and this was a huge step.

“Simon Oliver Riley.” The extra word in the middle of the name you loved so much meant more than he knew, you leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Placing your head on his chest, tuning back into Taylor Swift’s soothing voice, hands moving to hold onto his back. “My Simon.”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home,

You're my, my, my, my,

Oh, you're my, my, my, my,

Darling, you're my, my, my, my,

Lover.

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blacksmokehorizons · 2 years

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Taken

Summary: It was just meant to be a quick trip into the waking world, just to locate a certain nightmare for your husband. But instead of going home when you found the nightmare, you were trapped in a mortals basement. - Dream x Reader

Warnings: Brief description of Jessamy dying, some swearing, and general sadness for the first lil chunk. I believe that’s it?? Don’t come at me for the lame title I’m bad at making those up I’ll get better I promise. Rip to the possible grammar and spacing errors I missed.

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for a hot minute, and i’ve re-read it so much it’s annoying. This was not meant to be over 2k but here we are. I really need to find cute little dividers to put in my fics lmao II Gif not mine credit to the creator - I do not consent to my work being reposted to other sites, I only post my writing here, but likes and reblogs are appreciated!

“He is my creation, I insist-”

“You have better things to do than chase around a rogue nightmare my love.”

Morpheus sighed, you could see he was having an internal conflict. You knew the dangers of the waking world just as well as he did. But you liked to think you could handle said dangers without your husband lurking behind you. You climbed up the steps to his throne stopping just before you bumped into his knees.

“Let me go track Corinthian down, then I’ll pop back here and fill you in. Might even be able to sweet talk him into coming back, I’ve been told I have quite the charm.” ending your plea with a smile.

You could see the slight eye roll you were given, didn’t change the fact Morpheus smirked the tiniest bit. “Please don’t try to confront him, I like to keep him far from you.” he mumbled, standing up from his throne.

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around Morpheus, he copied your actions immediately. Moving his head down to speak into your ear, “Promise me you’ll be safe my love.”

You leaned back just enough to meet his eyes, “I promise, if it makes you feel better send Jessamy to keep an eye on me.”

That was the last time you saw Morpheus, and that moment played over and over in your head.

~ ~ ~ ~

“So which one have I got then?”

“You my friend have the King of Dreams wife locked up in your basement”

“What will she get me?”

“Not much I’m afraid, but do yourself a favor and make sure the sigils on the floor keep her powerless. The last thing you want is for her to zap back home and send her husband rampaging into your home.” Corinthian stopped pacing the room. Adjusting his glasses before continuing, “Do yourself a favor and take that wedding ring of hers, that’s the closest you’ll get to any of Dreams power.”

~ ~ ~ ~

Soon your captor was stalking around you like a lion watching his prey. You felt sick, exposed, whatever other word fits that bill, you felt it. Listening to this man, who introduced himself as Roderick, rambles about how if you give him what he wants you can go free. Your eyes simply follow him around the room not saying a single word. As he left he thanked you for the gift, holding out your beloved wedding ring that now hung from a chain.

And so the rather uncomfortable days went on, as you sat contorted into a position that protected a bit of your modesty, feeling the anguish settle in your chest. Only being able to imagine what Morpheus was feeling. You did find a bit of solace when you had the women guards watching you. Their eyes stayed on their books, and when they looked at you the looks were filled with confusion.. and occasionally sadness.

Roderick came back to visit you again, but this time he got a reaction from you. Not that it mattered much to him, he just wanted you to cooperate.

“All you have to do is summon your Morpheus-”

“Don’t you dare speak his name,” you snapped startling him. The first words you’d spoken to him dripped with venom.

Tears welled in your eyes at the thought of Morpheus. Eventually left alone again you let the tears flow, choking back sobs. You could have wept forever if you wanted, but you collected yourself and returned to the stoic state you had adopted since being captured.

~ ~ ~ ~

Hearing the flap of bird wings had your head snapping up towards the door, you watched Jessamy slip between the bars and flutter about your prison. You shifted to sit up more as she pecked at the glass, you smiled for the first time in years. Hope ignited in your chest, because if she sees you, Dream sees you.

“Jessamy, oh sweet bird look at you.” your voice broke, from being overwhelmed and not being used for years. Her pecking became more frantic as your hand reached up to touch the glass.

Then a loud boom had you staring at blood, your eyes slowly moving down to the corpse of you and your husband's beloved raven. The anger in your eyes was enough to send a brief look of terror across Alex’s, while Roderick stood by the door with no reaction. As they left you be, you would have given anything to be able to grieve without people watching you. To scream, cry, wail, anything would have done. Instead you just wept silently, making yourself as small as you possibly could inside your cage.

~ ~ ~ ~

You had seen Roderick die, and his son grow old. Yet he still begged for what he had no business, trying to bargain with you. He sat in his wheelchair damning you to hell when you glared and uttered a soft, “I owe you nothing.”

Maybe you would decay here. Eventually turn to dust and be forgotten by time, any fate is better than sitting in silence for the rest of this universe's existence. Your eyes closed, even if you slept you never dreamed, thanks to whatever chalk markings kept you here and hidden from The Dreaming. You made peace with the silence long ago, it was more comforting than suffocating now.

Your ongoing silence was disrupted by someone approaching the basement, not having the energy to deal with another berating you kept your eyes closed. As you listened to the guards approach the door and utter sounds of confusion you were intrigued. Opening your eyes as you heard two loud thuds, and for a moment you didn't believe your eyes. Morpheus was standing right in front of you, looking down at the chalk markings before wiping them away with his foot. He stepped forward putting his hand on the glass separating you. The sob that slipped out sounded like it should’ve come from a wounded animal, not the queen of The Dreaming.

Soon the glass was shattered and you were collapsing into his arms, broken sobs leaving your lips as you clung to him. The first thing out of your mouth nearly broke Morpheus, “I-I’m so sorry oh I’m an idiot, it’s all my fault. They shot her right in front of me and I knew you were watching it too and- oh god-.”

He hugged you impossibly close, shushing you gently, “Let me take you home my love.”

Sand whipped around you and when you opened your eyes you were back in your shared bedroom. You were home. Silently thanking Morpheus for ensuring you were clothed when you both appeared. So many things you wanted to say but nothing but choked sobs were coming out of your mouth. But it seemed like Morpheus understood everything you were trying to say as he held onto you.

Your sobs seemed never ending, their severity had gone down and now you just held onto Morpheus as if he himself would turn into sand and blow away. He made no effort to try and stop your tears, as he silently wept on his own. You pulled away gently, moving to cup his face in your hands, which he welcomed. Wiping his tears and taking a shaky breath, “I’m so sorry,” you whispered.

This time it was Morpheus’s turn to move his hands to your face, his face holding a look of disbelief. “You are apologizing for being taken against your will? When it is I who should be sorry, begging on my knees for your forgiveness.” You attempted to shake your head, but he continued before you could protest.

“I should have found you sooner, it never occurred to me that someone could steal you away from me. I will never let that happen again.”

You leaned forward into him, hiding your head in the crook of his neck. He held onto you in silence for as long as you wanted. Your tears had stopped and when you leaned back, just enough to look around your shared bedroom, head turning in all directions. Not a single thing had changed in over a century, it was just as the day you left it.

“I could not bear the thought of changing much throughout the palace,” Morpheus murmured as if he read your mind, “To change anything would have been erasing your presence here.. That and I knew you would scold me the day you came back had anything been changed without your consent.” At that you let a soft laugh out accompanied by a smile. A smile Morpheus had missed so much, his fingers gently tilted your head towards him as he leaned towards you. Stopping only inches from your lips, giving you a moment to say no should you not want to go any further.

You closed the small gap connecting your lips to his, a pathetic whimper escaping into his mouth. Had you not been so enamored by feeling his lips for the first time in over a century, you’d have felt embarrassed by that sound. Even with all that time apart your bodies still knew each other just the same. Mouths moving slowly and gently against one another, as if one of you would shatter with too rough of movement. Your hands had made their way up the back of Morpheus’s neck, ever so gently winding your fingers through his hair. As gentle as that motion was, it was still enough to pull a soft moan from the back of his throat. The kiss became more intense, pulling yourself impossibly closer to your lover, as if trying to fuse your bodies together for the rest of eternity.

It was Morpheus who pulled away first, a slight smile gracing his lips as you both caught your breath. “As much as I would love to spend the next several hours with you in this room, you have a realm that has missed you so.” Knowing he was right you copied his small smile planting a final soft kiss on his lips before asking, “Do I look presentable? Minus the dark circles around my eyes.”

To which he responded, “You look perfect my love.”

His hand slid down and laced his fingers with yours, “Before I forget,” he mumbled as something slipped onto your finger, “I believe this belongs to you, my queen.”

Looking down at your hand you saw your wedding ring back where it’s meant to be. A feeling of contentment washed over you being reunited with it.

~ ~ ~ ~

Morpheus held out his arm as you both descended down the stairs, you took it gladly needing all the support you could get. Turns out being sat in a glass prison for a century makes you feel like a baby deer in terms of walking. “Shall we stop by the library first?” he proposed, to which you agreed immediately. The thought of seeing Lucienne and Mervyn made your heart soar, which was clear in your footsteps as they sped up. Taking in the palace, still the exact same as Morpheus said, although it seemed a bit unwelcoming.

“I will be the first to admit,” your husband began hesitantly, “When it was evident you were missing… the palace grew colder. Which may have been the result of my demeanor.”

Your heart ached for him then, simply squeezing his arm as you rounded the corner and got into the library. As you both walked through some shelves you heard the loud booming of laughter, clearly from Mervyn. Finally making it into the main area, you saw the table he was sitting at, with a raven you’d never seen before.

“Perfect timing my lord, there’s a few books I’d-” Lucienne’s voice died in her throat as she emerged from a corner of the library. Dropping the book in her hand, speaking in a whisper, “My Lady?”

You nodded and darted towards her, yanking her into a hug, which she welcomed. Occupied by the reunion with her you missed Mervyn’s head snapping in your direction with a gasp. You separated and it was apparent you were both fighting back tears.

“I-It’s been-”

“Too long?”

“Too long indeed my lady, oh how we’ve missed you” sniffling as she spoke, you could feel the urge to ask questions radiate off her. But she knew you’d explain everything to her in time.

Soon you were being pulled into another hug by the beloved pumpkin head, to which you let out a giggle. “Good to have you back ma’am, I missed my gossip buddy.” This was the most you had smiled in a long time. “I’m sure we have a lot to catch up on.” “Boy do we! The minute you’re free I'll start the catch up!”

Finally your eyes landed on the raven who was awkwardly hopping from foot to foot on the table beside you. You bent down slightly, just enough to not absolutely tower over the poor bird. “And who is this little bird?” You queried softly, feeling the apprehension in the room. Morpheus didn’t intend for you to meet him right away. After what you witnessed with Jessamy, he was going to put this off for as long as possible.

The raven cleared his throat before speaking, “M-My name is um, Matthew, caw! It’s Matthew ma’am.” he avoided eye contact like it would anger you. Hearing Lucienne validate his existence for your husband's safety made you you smile, holding out your hand for Matthew. He hesitantly hopped into your palm as you stood up, gently running a finger over his head.

“Welcome to the family Matthew, I owe you a lot for keeping my husband in one piece for part of my absence,” your tone warm and soft, causing a visible relaxation in the raven and the room, “After all, I know how stubborn he can be.” Laughter echoed through the library as you finished that sentence. He dipped his head as you let him hop back onto the table, and soon you were on Morpheus’s arm again walking around the realm, feeling the joy slip back into every crevice in your presence.

#morpheus x you #morpheus imagines #morpheus x reader #the sandman imagine #dream of the endless

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vanfleeter · 11 months

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Dirty Little Secret (1) // JTK

Characters: Jake x reader Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, so much smut, language.

Summary: Secretly sleeping with your best friend's bandmate. What could happen?

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. - Federico García Lorca

Secrets. Sneaking around. Lies.

That’s all you’ve ever known for the past six weeks. Keeping one of the biggest secrets you’ve ever had to keep. Sleeping with your best friend’s bandmate. Both of you knew it was a bad idea but neither of you wanted to call it quits. He wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. What began as something that was supposed to be a one time thing grew more intense.

Lying to your roommate about where you’ve been so late at night or coming home so early in the morning after being gone all night. Which also ties into the sneaking around. Sneaking off on your work break to meet him at his place for a quick hook up. Sometimes, on nights out with the band when Danny would invite you, you’d make up some lame excuse to go to the bathroom. Fix your lipstick, pee, whatever came to your head that didn’t seem suspicious. And it only took Jake five minutes to show up and have you pressed against the wall of the bathroom stall as he fucked you.

Six Weeks Ago

You didn’t see yourself ever doing this. Nor did you ever see yourself with him. You had never met him until the night of Josh’s birthday party. He wanted this year to be different and opted for a separate party from Jake.

Danny had invited you to go with him. Insisted that you need to make more friends ever since moving to the city. But instead of mingling with everyone else at the party like he was, you found yourself alone at the food table and snacking on the veggie tray.

“I used to believe that eating a ton of carrots would improve my eyesight.” A voice says beside you. You look up to see Jake standing beside you as he refilled his glass with champagne. “All lies. I still need glasses.” After filling his glass, he sets the bottle back down on the table and extends his hand out to you. “I’m Jake. You must be (Y/N), right?” You nod your head as you extend your hand to shake his. “Did he abandon you?”

You shake your head. “No, I kind of wandered away while he was chatting with your dad. About what, I don’t know.”

Jake chuckles and lifts his glass to his lips to take a drink. “Thirsty?” He says. “There’s plenty of alcohol. Josh didn’t go light this year.”

You shake your head. “I promised Danny that I’d stay sober to drive home tonight.”

“Well, there’s other ways to enjoy the party.” He says. “Come on..”

He grabs your hand and tugs you along before you could protest. Pulling you into the kitchen, he parks you on the bar stool at the kitchen island before going over to the fridge. He pulls open the freezer and digs through it before pulling out a carton of ice cream. He retrieves a spray can of whip cream from the fridge and comes back over to you.

“Ice cream?”

Jake nods his head and sets the contents on the counter before getting a couple bowls and spoons from the cupboards and the ice cream scoop. “Josh’s ice cream that I’ll have to replace later.” He fills bowls with ice cream and sprays the whipped scream on top. “Unfortunately he doesn’t have cherries.”

“I thought Josh couldn’t have sugar or dairy.” You say as you take a spoon from his hand.

“He treats himself to it once in a while.” Jake says. “If anything, I’m helping him not eat sugar and saving his vocal chords.” You giggle making him smile.

“Thoughtful brother.” You say before taking a bite of the ice cream.

Finishing the ice cream in your bowl, you look over at Jake to find him licking off the rest of his ice cream off of his spoon. You giggle when you see a dribble of ice cream on the corner of his mouth.

“What are you laughing at?” He says as he sets his spoon in his bowl.

“You have ice cream..” You say pointing to the spot on your mouth. “Here..” You grab a napkin off the counter and reach over to wipe it off of him. You didn’t realize how close you had gotten until you felt his breath breeze against your lips. You pull away clearing your throat and slide off the stool to toss the napkin away and put your dishes in the sink.

He reaches over you to place his own in the sink. With him being so close to you, you can feel how hard he is. His hands ghost across your hips as he brushes his own hips against your backside. You knew you shouldn’t be allowing this, you barely knew him but at the same time, you didn’t want him to stop. His hands moved your hips and around to your front side.

“Jake…” You breathe.

“Hmmm?” He hums against the nape of your neck.

“We shouldn’t do this..” You say. “You don’t even know me.”

“Then let me take you upstairs and get to know you.” He says.

You look out the kitchen window to find Danny still engrossed in a conversation but with someone different. The feeling Jake was giving you was too difficult to ignore or deny. You weren’t wrong. You barely knew each other, but damn you wanted to feel him inside of you.

“But if you want me to stop, just tell me and I will.” He says. “I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do.”

The little angel on your shoulder kept telling you to say stop, that this wasn’t right. But the devil on your other shoulder kept telling you to do it. Let him make you feel good. He’s so attractive and you know that he knows how to use his fingers.

“(Y/N)?” Jake says as he steps away from you.

You turn to face him. “Just this once.” You say before grabbing his hand and dragging him upstairs. He switches positions and pulls you into one of the guest rooms and closes the door before shoving you against it.

“I’ve been looking at you all day.” He says as he holds your face in his hands. He presses his lips to yours as he grinds against you. “I’ve only seen you in photos that you’ve taken with Danny but you’re much more beautiful in person.” He removes one of his hands from your face and moves it down between your thighs. He slowly moves his hand underneath your dress and presses his fingers against the fabric of your underwear. He hums against your lips as you moan. “You’re already so wet for me…”

“Don’t get too cocky.”

“Too late.” He removes his hand and presses his hips back against yours. “I already am..” He whispers into your ear.

He pulls you off the door and walks you back to the bed before laying you down on your back. He pushes your dress up your body and pulls your underwear off.

“Is that okay?” He asks. You nod your head. He runs his hands down on your thighs and comes to a stop at your center. He circles his thumb around your folds before gently pressing into your clit. A moan falls from your lips making a smirk grow on his face. “You like that?” You nod your head as you bite your lip. Slowly he takes his index and middle fingers and gently inserts them inside of you. “Is that alright?” He asks.

“Y-Yeah–Oh–” You moan, feeling him begin to pump his fingers in and out of you. “Fuck, Jake..”

“That’s it..” Jake hums. He leans over you and presses a firm kiss to your lips. “I want to hear you say my name.”

Your hands grip his arm as his movements speed up and you feel him dragging his fingers along the right spots. “Jake..“ You moan. “Jake, I-”

“Ride it out for me..” He says against the skin of your neck. “I want to feel you on my fingers.”

The heat burns in your belly, your toes curling as you clutch tightly to his arm. You hear his voice echo in your head as he coaches you through your orgasm. You then feel him remove his fingers from inside you, the warm feeling dissipating making you whine. He chuckles and pushes off the bed.

“You’re so needy..” He scoffs as he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to the floor.

He hovers over top of you and props himself up on his hands beside your head.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” He asks.

You nod your head. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay.” He confirms before pushing off of the bed. He grabs his pants and fishes his wallet out to retrieve a condom. “Safety first..”

You scoff and shake your head. “You’re such a dork.”

He chuckles and rips open the small package and slips the condom on his dick before repositioning himself between your legs. Pushing your dress up your hips and lining himself up with your entrance, he slowly pushes himself in making you both groan.

“Are you okay?” He asks, noticing your body tense.

You nod your head. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He slowly pulls himself out before thrusting back inside. His hands grip the sheets beside your head as he picks up his pace. You claw at his back and wrap your legs around his waist to pull his body closer.

“Fuck fuck…” He groans as he buries his face into the crook of his neck. “Baby you feel so good…”

“Jake, faster, please…”

“As you wish, baby.” He says.

The sounds that fill the room are nothing less than pornographic which only made the whole interaction even more hot. Neither of you cared how loud you were either, no one would be able to hear you over the loud music playing outside.

He feels your walls clench around his cock and his fists tighten around the sheets that he still clutches in his hands. He groans in pleasure and keeps thrusting into you. Roughly but pleasure filled.

“Jake.. I’m gonna..”

“Let it happen.” He says. He releases his right hand and brings it down to your center. He rubs your clit with his thumb as he presses his lips against yours. You can feel it happening again. The same familiar feeling of heat burning in your core.

“Jake.. Oh god..”

“That’s it, love.” He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking you through your second orgasm. You know he’s getting close to his own as his thrusts grow sloppy. Suddenly he grows stiff and his head falls onto your chest. “Fuck that was so good baby..”

You wince as he pulls out of you. He steps into the bathroom and grabs a washcloth to dampen and brings it back out to wash you. He discards the washcloth after cleaning you up into the nearest hamper and the used condom in the trash can.

You grab your underwear from the floor and slip them back on. He grabs his boxers and pants and pulls them back on.

The two of you make your way back downstairs. Jake slips out to the backyard first leaving you in the kitchen. You see Danny step inside and he flashes you a smile. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” He says. “Been in here the whole time?”

“Uh yeah, I just needed some space from the party. Got a little overwhelmed.”

Danny hums and walks over to the counter. “Did Jake keep you company?”

“Yeah, we.. We talked.”

Danny nods his head. “And ate Josh’s ice cream?” He says raising an eyebrow with a smirk plastered on his face when noticing the empty carton on the counter.

“Don’t say anything.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Scouts honor..” He says as he dumps the empty carton into the trash can. “Although you should probably get better at hiding the evidence. Come on, they’re about to cut the cake.”

Following Danny out to the backyard, the two of you step underneath the tent and he hands you a fresh glass of champagne. “I’m supposed to drive.” You tell him.

“Just as a toast.” Danny says.

“Okay..” You take the glass for his hand.

Feeling eyes on your back, you glance over your shoulder to see Jake standing not too far away with a refilled glass in his hand. He tips his glass to you and gives you a subtle nod of his head. You turn your head back to face forward to pay attention to Josh’s little speech. –

Two Weeks Later

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You hadn’t been in contact with Jake since Josh’s party. Though you were surprised to find that he stuck to the deal of your one time hookup only being the one time. Even when Danny invited you to the studio to listen to what they’ve been working on–which doesn’t happen all that often–Jake kept his distance. Only engaging in conversation when it was something he was interested in.

After the small studio session, you follow Jake out to the parking lot and stop him at his car. “Okay, when I said it was a one time thing, I didn’t mean you had to ignore me too.”

He turns to face you after opening his car door. “I’m not ignoring you.” He says. “However, no one knows what we did that night, except you and me.”

“Yeah but-”

“Hey (Y/N)!” Danny calls as he and Sam step out of the building. “We’re gonna grab something to eat, want to join?”

“I actually already asked her if she wanted to grab something.” Jake says. “Sorry Daniel.” He gives him a smirk.

Danny chuckles. “Just don’t get her killed.” He turns to look at you. “Don’t hesitate to call me if you need me to beat him up.”

“I’m standing right here.” Jake says.

Danny laughs. “I’m just kidding. Have fun, we’ll see you two later.” He says turning away and running across the lot to catch up to Sam at his car.

You turn back to face Jake and fold your arms over your chest. “Are we really getting food?” You say.

He shrugs his shoulders. “Something like that.” He says. “Get in.”

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He shoves you into the wall beside the front door as he kisses you. His hands roam up underneath your shirt, his thumbs rubbing over your already hardened nipples. He pulls away just long enough to grab the ends of your shirt and pull it over your head.

“I’ve been thinking about you since the party.” He says against your lips.

“We made a deal, it’d only be one time.”

“Mmmm, well tell me to stop and I will.” He says. “Like I said before, I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do.” His hands are planted on the wall on both sides of your head. You look up into his eyes and find them searching your own.

Truthfully you couldn’t deny that you’ve been wanting to be with him again. You’ve been craving his touch for weeks now. The way his hands felt when they grabbed your hips or how easily he found all of your sweet spots. You loved feeling his soft lips on yours. It was all intoxicating and you craved every second of it.

“Hello? Are you alive in there?” He says gently tapping the side of your head.

Blinking a few times, you lick your lips and tuck your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry, I-”

“You don’t want to do this.” He pushes off the wall and bends over to pick up your shirt from the floor and hands it to you.

“No, Jake–”

“I’m sorry, this was a mistake..” He says, shaking his head and walking away.

Pulling your shirt back on, you follow after him down the hall and grab his arm to turn him around. You press your lips to his, your hands finding his hips and pulling him into you. After a minute of just kissing, you pull away and open your eyes to look at him.

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about.” You admit. “And just then, I kept imagining your hands all over me, in me.. I spaced.”

He chuckles and brushes his hand across your cheek. He leans down and presses his lips to yours. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you pressed against him. “You know if Danny finds out, he might kill me.” He says, his lips ghosting yours. His nose brushes the skin of your cheek as he kisses your jaw. “But I don’t care..”

Dropping his hands to your thighs, he lifts you onto his waist and starts to carry you up the stairs. His brain, unable to multitask, causes his foot to miss a step and the two of you fall onto the stairs.

“Oh god, I’m sorry..” He quickly apologizes. You both laugh and you pull him down on top of you.

“Fuck me right here Jake.”

His eyebrows scrunch together. “On the stairs?”

You nod your head. Pushing him off of you and onto the stairs, you grab his belt and undo it before unbuttoning his pants. He lifts his hips off the stairs, just enough for you to be able to pull them, and his boxers, down his hips and his legs. Slipping out of your jeans and underwear, you straddle his lap and roughly kiss him.

“Have you ever had sex on the stairs before?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “Not once.”

“Well, now you can say that you have.” You roll your hips against his and his head falls back against the step as he groans.

“I can already feel how wet you are.” His hands find their way to your hips.

You slightly lift yourself up and line him up with your entrance before you slowly sink back down on him allowing him to fill you. You moaned in the pleasure of him stretching you out. His moans match yours as his hands tighten on your hips. Once again you roll your hips and he groans. Lifting yourself ever so lightly you drop back down and repeat the action until you find a steady rhythm.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so–” He cuts himself off with a moan and thrusts his hips up into yours driving himself deeper inside of you.

Your knees were pressed tightly into the wooden flooring of his stairs but the pleasure outweighed the pain. You were too desperate to chase your high to be worrying about anything else.

He reaches behind your neck and pulls you down to him and roughly kisses you. As he thrusts up into you, he grips a fistful of your hair in his hand and yanks your head back. Both of you are gasping and moaning. He feels you clenching around his dick which only makes him pump himself in you faster.

“Do it with me..” He says. “I want to feel you.” Unable to form any words, you nod your head vigorously as you feel the intense wave of your orgasm bloom. “That’s it baby,” He gently spoke as he let go of your hair and gently ran his hand along your cheek. You rest the side of your face into the palm of his hand as you continue riding him. You can feel him releasing in you as he reaches his own. You open your eyes to look at him to find his face scrunched up, similar to how he plays his guitar when he’s deep into his trance.

Soon the two of you come down from your high and you fall onto his chest as he stays buried in you. His hand comes to rest on your back and you feel him softly rub it.

“Are you okay?” He asks. You nod your head against his chest and a smile forms on his face. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” He carefully slides out of you and helps you stand. He notices how red your knees are and he winces. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

“Jake, I promise, I’m fine.” You say reassuring him. “I feel like Bambi learning to walk for the first time though..”

He chuckles before wrapping his arm around you and helping you up the stairs to his bathroom where he draws you a bath. “Just relax for a bit while I go get our clothes.”

He comes back a couple minutes later and retrieves a washcloth from the linen closet. “Oh to see Jake Kiszka walking around his own home butt naked is truly a sight to see.” You say making him chuckle.

After cleaning up the both of you and relaxing in the tub for a little bit, the two of you get out and he brings you over to his bed. He grabs a pair of pajama pants and a shirt and helps you get dressed.

“Such a gentleman.”

He shrugs his shoulders with a smile. “I try.”

“Umm,” You hum. “Do you have a guest room I should stay in?”

Jake falls down on the bed and looks up at you with a confused look. “I mean.. I do.. But why would you want to sleep in there?” He says.

“Well, I just figured–I’ve never slept over and–”

Jake chuckles and shakes his head. He pats the bed beside him. “It’s no big deal if we share a bed.” He says.

“Are you sure?” You ask.

Jake nods his head. “I don’t bite.” He says with a smirk.

Taking in a deep breath, you walk over to the bed and climb up on it. He motions you closer to him and he wraps his arm around you. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote to his tv. Turning it on, he scrolls aimlessly through the guide before choosing a random movie that happened to be on.

You find yourself drifting off to sleep with your head on his chest. His arm is still wrapped around your body and you feel him drawing soft designs on the skin of your hip. It wasn’t long until you were fully knocked out.

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kennysboxergf · 8 months

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can u do one about like being apart of the beta squad and how they treat u like a little sister or sum like that lol

Brothers ~ Beta Squad

This group had always felt like a family. These men who had been strangers a little over a year ago had grown to become your friends and then your brothers.

You knew your weren’t blood related but it never mattered because they were yours and you were theirs. You would always be together, even if Niko couldn’t stop irritating you for entertainment.

“Hurry up! Y/n!” Were the screams you heard at your door. You had a hair curler/straightener (whatever you use xx) to your hair and weren’t up for this.

He started knocking aggressively at your door and the sound echoed through your room. His screams were persistent enough to cause ringing in your ears which made them almost impossible to ignore.

“Open up! Open up!” He yelled not unlike a FBI agent. A FBI agent who never failed to get on your nerves.

You wielded your appliance like a weapon before going over to open the door. The noise rising as you got closer only sent your head pounding harder.

You opened the door to Niko’s face and his fist almost punching you as his reaction time didn’t match up with you opening the door.

His scream of “come outside” slowly quietened to a mumble.

You put one hand on your hip and pointed at him with the burning weapon/hair appliance in you hand.

“Niko, this better be really fucking important or I’m shoving this down your throat.”

His face split into a toothy grin.

“Chunkz wanted to ask what he should order you for dinner”

You slammed the door onto his face.

You knew they would always be on your side, especially Sharky.

“Shh, babes, it’s all right ok?” He whispers as soon as you walk through his door. You barely saw the shock on his face through the tears flowing down your face.

He walked up to you with open arms and you immediately took the chance and buried yourself in his chest.

“He’s a prick, a right bastard” he mumbled into your hair as you sobbed harder into his clothes.

You knew the thought of his clothes didn’t even cross his mind and he ran a comforting hand up and down your back.

He pulled you away from his torso as your sobs turned to hiccups. He gave you a gentle smile that pierced through the pain and filled your heart.

“Stop crying, come on” he whispered with a laugh. He pointed a playful finger at you, “if you don’t stop crying now I’m going to send Kenny to beat him up”

You laughed at his lame joke. He smiled bigger when he saw you. He led you gently to his bed and got you a few tissues to clean up.

“Your makeup is everywhere” he said with quiet laughs in between the words and you laughed along with him because that was never serious.

And even though Sharky joked about it, Kenny would always fight for you.

“Hey princess! Give us a smile!” Said the bald man with two teeth you passed on the street. You ignored the comment, being used to getting cat called on public by now.

Kenny however was not used to this. You felt his arm around you shoulder tense as he stopped walking. You weren’t up to see Kenny fight a drunken bastard today so you tried to pull him away.

“It not a big deal, Ken, come on” you said, pulling on his sleeve.

“Oooh is your big, bad boyfriend mad at me?” Continued the man, clearly too far out of it to care.

Kenny pulled his arm away from you. You grabbed his sleeve before he could go too far. “Leave him alone.” You said, managing your strictest voice.

“Come on, one light punch?” He said with a little smile on his face.

“I know you could beat him up any day, Kens, let’s just get home with minimal injuries.” You reason.

His face falls but he nods, swinging his arm back around you shoulders.

As the two of you begin to walk away you hear a loud “pussy!” Come from behind you.

Kenny immediately turns to you with a question written into his expression. You wouldn’t let the man go disrespected so you nod in answer and he detaches himself from you to approach the man. You don’t turn around, preferring not to see the interaction for deniability.

You hear the crack of Kenny’s fist meeting the other guy’s face and wince. The next thing you hear is Kenny yelling “run!” And his footsteps behind you.

He pushes you from behind and you pick up the pace as the two of you run home, laughing, hearts beating and you know were safe with him.

But whenever the other boys were too loud or too aggressive for you there was always Chunkz.

“Y/n?”

“Y/n? Back to Earth for Y/n?” Chunkz’s voice rang out.

“Hmm?” You asked, looking up at him, realising you had been staring at a wall for the last however many minutes.

“You wanna get away from here?” He asked. You nodded, still not quite sure what you body was doing as you got up and he pulled you out with your sleeve.

“Yo Chunkz! Where you going?” AJ yelled from somewhere behind you.

“Mind your business, Danny Devito!” Chunkz yelled back from a little too close to you. You pulled into yourself at the noise and he apologised quietly.

The sound of the others laughter rang out behind you, muffled and unfocused. You kept your attention on trying to put one foot in front of the other.

As you turned out of the room you had been in, silence chilled your veins and you head came back to clarity.

“You alright? Seemed a lil out of it back there” Chunkz said, letting go of your sleeve now that you had gotten away.

“Yeah, just kinda tired I think.” You replied, looking at your surroundings to avoid looking at Chunkz being worried. “Wanna go home” you said, sounding not unlike a child.

“Ok baby, want me to drive you home?” He said with a laugh, you saw his hand move up to hit your shoulder but he hesitated and put it back down.

“I’m not a child, but yes please” you replied, Chunkz had already started walking in the direction of the parking lot.

“I’ll let you have the aux?” He said as he turned around to see your face.

You smiled at him and nodded, he sighed but smiled nonetheless and turned back around.

“Thank you.” You said halfway through the car ride home.

“Of course.” He replied.

And AJ always had everything you needed, and he never cared if he had to go out and get you anything.

“Sharky I swear to you if your body enter the vicinity of my body one more time I’m going to snip your tiny dick off” you snapped. The man next to you on the sofa kept coming over to lean on your or put his hands around your shoulder and what not and you were not having it. No matter how hard to pushed or how far you moved he always came back.

“Woahh, y/n, are you on your period or something?” AJ asked, laughing and looking around at the other guys for support.

“Yeah, I am, and I’m gonna go now.” You stated, getting up and leaving to go up to your bed.

You flopped yourself onto it, not willing to deal with the others right now. And of course, that’s when you heard a tentative knock on your door.

“Go away!” You yelled, and to your surprise you heard footsteps actually walk away. Whoever that was was smart enough to leave your alone.

You phone buzzed, you picked it up and saw one message from AJ.

“I’m sorry :(“ it read.

You smiled slightly.

“Np.” You fired back, wanting him to think you were still mad at him, ya know fuck with him a little.

“Stop that” He said

“Can I get you someone to make it better?” He added, the message came faster than your fingers could type and you were kinda taken aback.

“Tampons and Chocolate?” you said, curious to far he would go for you.

“Sure what brand of both?”

You smiled in shock and a sense of being loved, firing back the brands you wanted as to not keep him waiting you turned around if the bed and looked at the ceiling thinking about how loved you were.

You didn’t know how long after it was your phone buzzed again.

“Can I come in?” Was the massage this time. You threw your bed further up the bed and yelled a “yes!” At the man.

He walked in with a small plastic bag which he handed to you.

“Can’t believe you actually did it” you said as you sat up and looked into the bag.

“Anything for you” he replied, a hand messing up your hair at the same time.

“Fucking bitch.” You mumbled under you breath, he took that as a sign to run out of your door, leaving it wide open.

Fuck.

Now you knew no matter how annoying, overprotective, overwhelming or dumb the other could be they were, are and will always be your brothers.

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sorry for not posting y’all, I’ll try and keep up more from now

#beta squad #niko omilana #sharky #king kenny #aj shabeel #chunkz #cute

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arent-i-the-fairest · 2 years

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Hello, could you please do reactions of all nrc boys if they got into an arguement with s/o, and s/o decided to sleep back in ramshackle dorm that night without telling them? Like the nrc boys only find out when they're about to go to bed.

𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

author’s note : forgive them~ orz

heartslabyul

riddle, because of his pride, doesn’t want to reach out to you. so he reaches out to trey instead, flooding him with questions for advice on how to stop the fight and make up. (riddle didn’t really pick the best person to ask, as trey has no idea.)

trey’s never really dealt with arguments before, so he’s kinda clueless on what he should do. should he just give you your alone time?? should he go over and apologize?? he’d be kinda nervous to, since you clearly don’t want to talk with him right now— so he ends up just sitting in his room, thinking until he eventually gives up and just goes to bed. maybe he can sort things out with you tomorrow? :’<

cater had this instinct telling him that you were going to, so earlier that day he went and prepared by buying you a box of chocolates to leave at your doorstep and a cute apology letter to go with it. he’s sure it’ll get you to forgive him! who wouldn’t melt at an act this cute?

“do they think i’m gonna chase after them? as if i’d do that.” —is what ace said, minutes before chasing after you. he misses you and is actually kind of sorry, but he cannot admit to that under any circumstances, so he just ends up bantering when you open the window— which you misunderstood as him trying to start up another fight. this certainly was not the best night for you, but at least ace begging you to not go when you were about to close your window was a funny sight.

it doesn’t matter if he was in the wrong or not; deuce is a simp and overwhelmed with feeling the need to apologize. so he sprints up to your dorm, knocks, and starts giving a clumsy (but heartfelt!) apology for the fight.

savanaclaw

leona doesn’t care to move an inch when he realizes— he’s one stubborn guy, and if you want to sleep in that grimy bed, then fine! he won’t come after you. (until he’s tired of all this, that is. he’s eventually gonna drag you back one day since he misses you as his cuddle buddy.)

ruggie decides to give you your space. but as he’s getting ready for bed, he’s grumbling to himself about ‘how lame this fight is’ and ‘how lonely he’s gonna be tonight’, ears folded down against his head.

jack, after like two hours of trying to decide on whether he should leave you be or try to reach out, sent you an awkward “are u ok” text— and immediately wonders if he shouldn’t have and just let you be alone to collect your thoughts for the night. he’s not the best at this whole relationship thing, but he’s workin’ on it.

octavinelle

azul scoffs, muttering “good riddance” as he crawls into bed. half an hour later, he’s still awake and staring at his ceiling— then, his anxiety leads him to contact idia of all people. and idia’s like “if u don’t try and work thingz out rn u might wake up single” so.. azul ended up giving you a call.

jade just goes to sleep. dreaming about finding a really cool mushroom. but no, he’s not all too concerned about this— he’ll work things out with you tomorrow! he sees no need to get worked up over one little night alone when you two will be back to spending every night together again soon enough.

floyd very rudely breaks into your dorm. and you’re upstairs terrified because you might be in danger. until you hear a faint “shrimpyyy~!” —then it’s clear. you stomp downstairs to yell at him, but he hushes you and sits you down on the couch, telling you he won’t leave until you guys make up. (he doesn’t leave even after you two make up, and you end up having to host an impromptu sleepover.)

scarabia

kalim, due to like.. his whole life, got really worried when he saw you weren’t in his room like you were every night, automatically assuming something bad must’ve happened to you!! the thought you might’ve still been mad about that tiny fight earlier hadn’t even crossed his mind, and he ended up asking for jamil to search for you— he’s super relieved you’re alright after all, but still displeased about something— he saaaid sorry about the fight~! what can he do to make you not mad?

jamil, much like kalim for the same reasons, also panicked a bit. (not nearly to the degree that kalim did though; he’s level-headed and knows that you’re mostly likely perfectly fine. but you can never be too sure, so he seeks you out.) he stands awkwardly at your doorway, not sure what to say, and if he should apologize about the fight— but it didn’t matter anyways since shortly after, you softly told him goodnight before closing the door on him.

pomefiore

vil is still irked about the fight, but he is not going to let you stay in that shabby, dirty room because.. ew. (it’s scary to him how you can stand to be there.) he ends up nagging you as he picks little bits of dust out of your hair and clothes.

rook… this man….. he climbed his way up to your window, pretended that he was about to fall off so that you would let him in, then the second he was inside, suddenly bowed and started formally apologizing for the argument earlier. if you (somehow) weren’t sure that he was crazy before, you do now. (but you ended up forgiving him.)

epel doesn’t like this. he’s sorta petty (??) when it comes to fights, and you doing this makes him feel like he’s been one upped, if that makes even the tiniest shred of sense. but anyways, you’ll probably have to be the one to make the first move in making up.

ignihyde

idia’s mind is chaotically jumping between “lololol they’re so immature avoiding me” and “omg they hate me we’re over” then crying. it’s a lot. what does he end up doing? sending you this long ass clusterfuck of an apology text, and it is so!! damn! difficult!!! to read!! it was all just everything on his mind (a disaster), no proofreading, and the desire to give you an apology out as soon as he could. you probably had several strokes trying to make sense of it.

diasomnia

malleus swears he’s not concerned and that you’ll be over the fight by morning, but then finds himself talking to lilia at like 1am. of course, explaining about how worried he is that he’s crossed you. lucky for him, lilia’s great at advice and tells him that if he’s so anxious, he should try and make up as soon as possible— so malleus instantly teleports into your room to apologize.

lilia predicted you doing this from a mile away. he finds it a bit upsetting that you’re still mad about that little fight earlier, since he thought everything would be fine by now. but hey, a funny little trick should fix everything up, shouldn’t it? he sure hopes it does— wants to see a smile on your face!

sebek immediately shows up, bangs on your door, and demands to know why you’re staying at ramshackle. long story short, the conversation quickly snowballed into another fight— the whole thing gave big “the neighborhood unhappy couple that always fight on their front lawn” energy. you’ll probably have to get ace or someone to get you two to make up, sigh.

silver was out like a light since probably 6pm and wasn’t awake to realize you were sleeping at ramshackle. but he did when it was morning and you weren’t beside him, like you always were. but being the sweet boy he is, he went to apologize as soon as he saw you. “i didn’t know that the argument had upset you that much.. i’m really sorry about it.”

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tastybluesprite · 6 months

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Practice (Blue Lock)

YAY!! FINALLY WROTE FOR THESE TWO!!! I love Sae so much 😭 I also feel bad for him that he has to deal with Shidou lmao.

Warnings: Cursing, this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing just keep scrolling

Summery: Saes had enough of Shidous antics. Unfortunately there isn’t much he can do about it.

Sae Itoshi was going to kill Ryusei Shidou.

He decided he wanted to give him a very painful death and swore he’d follow through with it when he could. Why, may you ask? Well it all started from an incident that lead him into a downright humiliating situation.

“Sae-Sae pleeeeeaseee???” Shidou whined playfully.

“No.” Sae replied for the millionth time. The grumpy tone telling how fed up he was.

“But Sae-Sae I wanna practice with you!!!” Shidou cried, still following the pink haired prodigy around the field.

The U-20 team had another practice session for the upcoming match against the Blue Lock team, and Sae Itoshi finally agreed to join a practice. But only because he was on the team now for a while, and felt he needed to know who he had to work with. Certainly not because of Shidou. Definitely not. Not in a million years. Maybe…

“Stop with that nickname already! And would you give it a rest?! I’m not practicing with you right now. I’d rather just practice on my own. Juts fuck off.”

Shidou pouted at that.

“Well you’re no fun…” he said with disappointment, reaching to poke him in the ribs.

“Hnhg!”

….

Wait…

“Itoshi Sae what the fuck was that?” Shidou asked with a sly grin, taking notice how he had brought his hand to his side, possibly as a lame form of protection.

“N-nothing. Go away. Leave me alone!” Sae demanded, trying to regain the last bit of composure and pride he had left.

Shidou just smirked.

Sae looked back at him into his eyes almost as if to say, you better fucking not.

Suddenly the two had broke off into a full on chase. Saes legs were working over time today and he hated it.

The team soon took notice as they watched Shidou chasing Sae around the field.

“Wonder what’s got them so riled up?” Oliver Aiku commented as he finally noticed them, watching the two play chase.

Shidou seemed to be gaining on him, but Sae prided himself on being extremely quick and agile.

That is unless he forgot to tighten his shoe lace… which had in fact come complete undone during their little chase scene.

Just like that his agility went out the window, and Sae had fallen flat on his face.

He turned around to stand up. Before he could get up however, a massive weight had fallen on top of him, making him fall on his back, therefore keeping him straddled at the waist by Shidou on the damp and grassy ground of the field.

Unfortunately Shidou was a lot bigger and stronger than Sae could dream of becoming, so simply pushing him off was pretty much off the table. Regardless that didn’t stop his pride from trying to do just that. But it was futile no matter how much strength he put into his shoves.

“Where ya goin Sae-Sae?” Shidou teased, clearly not effected by the defense.

“Sh-Shidou get the fuck off!!” Sae protested, when he had nothing left. Getting angry was his last line of defense to try keeping his pride.

Shidou unfortunately had a counteract for that too.

“So, Sae… are you ticklish? Shidou asked with an evil grin.

“N-No!”

Crap, he said that way too fast.

“Then why’d ya run? Hmm~?”

“Because you’re annoying!”

“Then why are you so nervous?”

Well shit he got him there…

Without further ado, Shidou began wiggling his fingers up and down the pink haired boys sides.

Sae could do nothing but suppress his reactions, keeping his mouth sealed shut as he still continued to push at Shidou. If he was going down he wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Awe Cmon Sae-Sae don’t resist~ I already know you’re ticklish now so what’s the point? Well you could hide it for now… but it’s all fun in games till I find a partICKLulary bad spot~”

That damn bastard. He knew he was just trying to rule him up. Sae would rather kill himself than admit that stupid little pun almost made him break.

Suddenly however, Shidou next found a spot on his ribs. He just had to go for the ribs. The giggles finally overflowed.

“Sh-shihihihit!!!!” Sae cried, squirming around more vigorously as he pointlessly tried pulling his hands off him.

“Awwww there it is!” Shidou said with a wide grin of pure, gleeful satisfaction. Encouraged now, he dug into his ribs, pressing in between each groove as Saes laughter filled the air.

A bunch of other team mates had taken notice and stared in awe as they watched the usually stoic and clam prodigy squealing and laughing right there on the ground as he squirmed and writhed helplessly under Shidou.

“Should… we go help them?” One of them asked, sounding conflicted between concern and amusement.

“Nah~” Oliver Aiku said with a playfully lazy tone. “Little sir genius other there is probably just getting what he deserves.“

On their end however, Sae was having a not so easy time.

“SH-SHIHIHIDOHOHOU WAHAHAHAHAIT!!!!”

Sae had convulsed and threw his head back into loud cackles, as Shidous hands went around and found a spot on the back of his topmost rib.

“Uh-oh~ is this spot sensitive for you~?” Shidou teased with a smirk.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHUU- NAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

As soon as he said that, Shidou decided screw it and went right for his armpits.

Sae wildly kicked out his legs from behind Shidou, arching his back and clamping his arms tightly, despite that not doing anything to help.

“FIHIHIHINE!!! FIHIHIHINE IHIHIHILL PRAHAHAHACTIHIHCE WIHIHIHITH YOHOHOHOU!!!!”

Shidous expression brightened. “Awe you mean that Sae-Sae?”

Sae would’ve replied. That is, if not for the fact that his laughter had gone hysterically silent.

Shidou realized this, because he had stopped his hands, pulling them out.

Sae Itoshi, usually the most cool, calm, and collected out of most, was a mess. His face was red from being flustered and laughing so hard, his usually tamed hair was all messy now, and residue giggles were still leaking out of his mouth.

“Fuhuhuuck I hahate yohou…” Sae groaned, rubbing away at his overexcited nerves.

“Yeah sure you do Sae-Sae…” Shidou grinned, grinning as he poked at the pink heads cheek.

Shidou then held out a hand. “Well? Are we gonna practice or not.” He asked with a knowing grin.

Sae, finally gaining his composure back, accepted the hand.

“Yeah sure. But only on the condition that you don’t get too overexcited. It’s exhausting.”

He got up to see the whole team staring at the two.

Right. First he was going to have to think of a really good excuse to spare himself the embarrassment of teases from the entire team. Ryusei Shidou was so fucking dead.

#sprite🥤#tickling #tickle fic #blue lock #blue lock manga #blue lock u20 #blue lock sae #blue lock shidou #sae itoshi #ryusei shidou #blue lock tickling #lee!sae #ler!shidou #ticklish!sae #ryusae #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickle fluff #sfw tickle fic

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mrkis · 2 years

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punk 00. teaser. (l.jn)

PAIRING: punk!jeno x reader GENRE: smut

SYNOPSIS: you've caught the attention of a certain pink haired drummer boy that's desperate to get you alone with him.

TEASER WORD COUNT: 4k.. don't question it. TEASER WARNINGS: nothing too extreme just flirty jeno, slight indications of what is going to happen, reader's best friend getting ignored lol

A.N: i’ll never get over pink haired jeno and neither will you. but anyways, the actual word count to the full oneshot will probably be around 30k or more so be prepared. this teaser may be lame, but there's a lot more going on.

posted!

“I’m a huge fan of your music” Eunkyung gushes excitedly and you allow her to take control of the conversation, leaning her elbows on the table to lean forwards so her cleavage almost spilling out of the top of her dress purposely. You admire her for her confidence even though you so badly want to tell her she doesn’t have to try so hard to get someone’s attention, she’s gorgeous. “I’ve been to almost every single one of your shows here!!”

“Have you been to any of our shows?” Jeno asks and it takes you a few seconds to realise that he’s talking to you when you notice everyone is staring at you, waiting for a reply. The corner of Jeno’s lip twitches upwards slightly as he tilts his head to the side, “Is this your first time?”

“She’s never been” Eunkyung answers for you and you nod your head to confirm. “She doesn’t even like this type of music. I practically had to force her out of her—”

“Is there something wrong with our music?” Donghyuck mocks offence with his hand pressed against his chest like you actually wounded him and Jaemin tuts with a quick shake of his head, mumbling jokingly about how much of a fake fan you are while Renjun stays silent with a grin, watching everything unfold.

“There’s nothing wrong with your music… it’s just that nobody can top WayV”

“You like Wayv?” Jaemin gapes at you, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline and you nod your head. “I think I might seriously be in love with you right now” The boys laugh at that, teasing Jaemin for his ‘embarrassing’ choice of words while Jeno remains quiet with a small grin on his face, keeping his eyes on you which starts to make you feel a little bit stuffy, especially with how his body is pressed against your side too.

“WayV is incredible” Eunkyung pitches in above the laughter and you smile at her, forever grateful for the time she cleared her schedule to go with you to one of their concerts. You seriously owe her one for that. “Jeno, do you like WayV too?”

“They’re great” Jeno hums, his answer short and to the point. Eunkyung beams excitedly and she opens her mouth to speak again but Jeno’s already beat her to it, “Is this really your first time watching us here?”

“Yeah” You confirm, glancing over at Eunkyung who seems a little defeated and you frown at that, not wanting to see her upset or left out so you point over at her, hoping to bring his attention to her this time. “But, like Eunkyung said, she’s a huge fan of—”

“I think you should let me show you what’s backstage here…” Jeno leans forward to whisper lowly to you, even though it was caught by everyone sitting in the booth. His dark eyes stare at you through his pink bangs, awaiting your answer but you struggle to give him one when everyone is staring at you both. Eunkyung’s in complete and utter shock, mouth hung wide and brows pulling together.

She didn’t look impressed, not one bit, and you honestly couldn’t blame her with the way she has been flirting with Jeno this entire time only for him to ignore all the advances given and ask you if you wanted to see what was backstage.

But the phrase itself must mean more than what it actually was due to how everyone was reacting. His members look quite impressed, maybe even a little smug too considering how they’re not so subtly nudging each other beneath the table and Jaemin’s wiggling his brows, mouthing the word ‘Jeno Magic’ which you caught after Donghyuck’s quick gasp. Eunkyung seems flabbergasted, unable to form any words even though her mouth opens and closes repeatedly.

“What do you say?” Jeno grabs your attention and you turn to face him as his hand knocks against yours lightly. His hand sneaks in the gap between the table and yours with his palm facing upwards, connecting your hands together by slipping his fingers through the gaps of yours, holding your hand gently in his. The warmth of his hand is a complete contrast to his cold metal rings that nip your skin, but it’s weirdly comforting as you find yourself curling your fingers to intertwine with his. “Let me take you backstage… just me and you, yeah? Come with me”

©mrkis

#nct smut #nct dream smut #jeno lee smut #jeno smut #nct dream jeno smut #oneshot: punk 00

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ibelongto-tylergalpin · 2 years

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Eddie Munson taking care of kids....

~Okay let’s be real for a second.... kids fucking WORSHIP this man

~Sure they’ll prolly find him intimidating at first but the minute he opens that beautiful fucking mouth of his, they fall in love with him

~You and Eddie were supposed to go out to the movies to watch the new movie that just came out called Stand By Me (its giving fexi)

~You had to call Eddie last minute to postpone your date because your parents decided to spontaneously go on a trip upstate for some alone time, leaving you to babysit your 2 younger brothers and baby sister for a day or two (The sister is Emily, the youngest boy is Johnny, and the oldest boy is Caleb)

~He decides to surprise you and stop by to help you take care of them

~He knocks on your door expecting to see you, but instead he sees a little girl who looks to be 5 years old, wearing a princess dress and crown

~“Hi mister!”

~“Emily who are you talking to?”

~A second kid comes into the doorway, a little boy around the age of 10

~“There’s a man here!”

~Your sister is just standing there pointing at him like shes never seen a guy before LMFAO

~Eddie is literally just standing there smiling, seeing as hes never met your siblings

~“Hi! Can we help you?”

~Your brother Johnny is pretty fucking fascinated with Eddie and his entire fit

~“Is Y/n here?”

~“Y/n actually isn’t here. I’m in charge now”

~Another fucking kid walked over and this one looked about 12 (Caleb)

~“No you’re not! Y/n/n is in the living room getting the music thingy ready!”

~Eddie finds your little sister abso-fucking-lutely adorable

~“It’s called a record player stupid”

~Bro why is Caleb so pressed like go take a bubble bath or sumn light a candle just calm down

~Eddie can tell that your sister is clearly upset with Caleb so he decides to try to make her feel better

~“I actually call them “music thingys” too. Saying record player is so lame”

~Her face fckn lights up stop your sister is 100% ready to steal this man from you

~You walk to tell your siblings that it’s ready and you see your adorable, fine ass boyfriend so you run over and give him a kiss

~Literally every single kid gags

~You have to explain the concept of bf and gf to your sister and Eddie finds it so fckn hilarious

~The 5 of you go to the living room and have a dance party with your sister on Eddie’s back

~She tells him which direction to go and he goes

~When I tell you this little girl has him wrapped around her finger istg

~Your brother Johnny (the 2nd youngest) takes Eddie upstairs to his room and shows him his action figures and the older brother (Caleb) shows him his music posters

~He’s never been to your house and has only ever walked you to the door so he goes into your room and sees papers and flashcards spread across the desk, a stack of records on the shelf (he recognizes the ones hes given you)

~Your sister goes into your room to find him and D R A G S him out so that he can look at her dollys and play with her

~The boys are occupied in their room and you were making dinner

~You went upstairs to get them and you see Eddie in your sisters room with a princess crown on and playing with her dolls with her

~Youre heart fucking MELTS when he looks over at you and gives you his signature Eddie Muson smile LORDDD

~Literally your siblings fucking worship this man like wtf

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie #st4 #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson owns my soul

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rantahead · 5 months

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This is your idea of a Hokage?

If you couldn't tell by the title, this is an anti Sarada post, keep scrolling if you're not into that

Let's begin with the outfit:

ok, so the pose is just… she looks like a wanna be prostitute. Sakura didn’t even dress this way when she was OLDER than Salad, let alone when she WAS her age.

let’s start with the heels. even Tsunade didn’t wear heels that high when she, too, was OLDER than Salad. how can she fight in those? I’m surprised she hasn’t hurt her ankles yet.

those gloves… I have nothing to say about them, they’re normal.

her miniskirt tho, ewww! she has nothing to show at the bottom, but in the Chunin Exams arc, when she stopped when Bolt was attacked, you could see her fucking underwear. it just me hard moving in that ugly ass miniskirt.

the top, oh my god. what if she had a chest? it would be revealed.

her hairstyle too. that is the most disgusting hair style in the entire series.

the glasses, oh don’t get me started. they suit Karin, but Salad, it makes her look even more disgusting and I didn’t think that was possible.

with this design, at least she’s modest (not that much tho). I still stand corrected with her hair style and glasses 🤮.

I have so many things wrong with her timeskip design.

her hairstyle is a lame copy of Bolt’s. she tried and failed.

the outfit! It’s going to fucking fall off her. I’m just waiting for her to be in battle and it to just slip down and show her chest (not that she is one) and it will only be connected at her waist and lower. it also must be uncomfortable moving with such short shorts.

the jacket is a BIG no no. it’s gonna fall off her shoulders. it also looks like a bad copy of Bolt’s jacket, like her hairstyle. she admires Bolt so much that she’s a cheap copy of him (🤢🤮).

her shoes, oh my god. they, too, look like they’re about to fall off. how can she fight in those ugly things? I can’t wait for her to be in the middle of battle, trip in those ugly heels, fall face first on the ground, and break her glasses.

she’s inappropriate (this is probably the biggest board):

there’s plenty more scenes, but I just couldn’t fit them.

she’s always hiding behind people’s backs:

there’s so many more and let alone all the ones in the anime, but I couldn’t fit anymore on there, but there’s so much more.

like, can’t she defend herself??? some Hokage she is gonna be. if she’s like this then I want Iwabe as Hokage.

her Sharingan/Mangekyou awaking was the dumbest and lamest thing in the whole Naruto universe:

she’s rude to her “friends”:

she hit Bolt and drags him and shouts at him. she ditched Mitsuki because he was Orochimaru’s son. she spent an entire arc crying for a dad, and when she got one, she was rude and mean to him. she wanted to ditch Sakura because she thought she wasn’t her mother. she was rude to Kawaki and said he should use his past to justify his actions, which is ironic consider she has done the same thing.

her personality:

don't even get me started

she's a crybaby

she thinks she's oh so good yet needs saving

Mary Sue

rude to people

underestimates her enemies and ends up needing to be saved

overestimates her abilities

constantly belittling Boruto for the tiniest things even tho he's BETTER than her

always shouting

picking fights with anyone

she's dumb

I could go on and on.

she’s such a crybaby:

she cried when she first met Sasuke and he didn’t even show any emotion, goes to show how little he cared about her. she cried when she couldn’t bring the dummy fish alive. she cried for no reason when she questioned Sasuke about her mom. and she cried for no reason when they were fighting Shin.

at this rate, she’s becoming more and more of a lame and useless girl with a boring backstory. I hate her, her looks, her personality, and her in general.

my concerns for her at that she’ll never amount to anything, she’ll go blind by 20, maybe 18, she won’t achieve her dream, she’ll become the most hated character, she will get killed off. I have so many concerns about the direction this character is going.

enjoy Salad’s real face:

#anti sarada uchiha #anti sarada #boruto

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munson-blurbs · 2 years

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I Know What I Want (Eddie x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut central here, minors DNI. Lil bit of juvenile delinquency. Language, some angst, oral (f receiving), piv. Eddie’s a lil bit of a sub here.

WC: 1.6k

Graduation is tomorrow, and you have just one thing left to do: have sex with Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

It was actually Eddie’s idea to make a graduation bucket list. Now that he was actually graduating, of course, he wanted to cause as much trouble beforehand as possible. So far, he’d spray painted a pentagram on O’Donnell’s car and superglued Click’s papers to her desk. His final mission was to flip off Principal Higgins just as he grabbed his diploma.

“Higgins is gonna flip a shit!” he’d said almost giddily.

Your own graduation bucket list had been less scandalous for the most part. The most delinquent thing you’d done was hide a math test answer key so your teacher had to calculate everything by hand again. Meanwhile, Eddie was trying to find the best way to start a food fight.

He’s scanning the cafeteria, bowl of mashed potatoes in hand, ready to aim for Jason Carver’s stupid head. You pulled him back into his seat.

“Eddie, what are you doing?”

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be such a party pooper!” he whines.

You sigh impatiently. “You’re going to get caught, especially if you start with Carver. Hell, even if it wasn’t you, Carver would say it was.”

Eddie laughs. “You think they’d really suspend me on the last day of school?”

“No, but they can stop you from walking at graduation, and I am not sitting through that boring-ass ceremony alone.”

He rolls his eyes but put the mashed potatoes down. “Fine,” he mutters. He’s even hotter when he was frustrated, his brows knitting together and his lips coming together in a pout. He wrings his ring-clad hands, strong and calloused from playing guitar. You would do anything, anything, to have those hands wrapped around your pretty little throat.

Which brought you to the final item on your graduation bucket list: sex with Eddie Munson in the back of his van. On school property. Potentially wrecking years of friendship.

“I have an idea,” you say quickly before you can lose your nerve. He looks up at you expectantly. “Let’s have lunch in your van.”

“In my van?” he repeats. “Why would we do that?”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Less talking, more walking, Munson. You got your keys?”

He pats his right pocket. “Yes, ma’am.”

Without thinking, you grab his hand in your own and lead him to the parking lot. Someone wolf whistles and you feel pink seeping into your cheeks, but you push forward.

“So, tell me why you wanna eat out here instead of in the cafeteria?” Eddie questions. You contemplate coming up with some lame excuse about needing fresh air, but you shake it away. You’re not backing down.

“I don’t,” you state. “I want to have sex with you in your van.” You cross your arms over your chest, slightly pushing up your breasts.

Eddie takes a step back and lets out a surprised laugh. “Ha, very funny.”

“I’m serious. It’s the last thing left on my graduation bucket list.” You fish into your pocket for the list. The only thing not yet crossed out is van sex with Eddie in the parking lot.

“Holy shit,” he says under his breath. “won’t this, like, make things weird? Ruin the friendship or whatever?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” you shrug. “So what if it does? I’m going off to college in the fall, you’ll be here working with your uncle.”

“The lady makes a good point,” Eddie says to himself. “Well, sweetheart, this wasn’t on my graduation bucket list, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it.” He hooks one finger onto the belt loop of your skirt, pulling you closer. You can feel him start to stiffen under his jeans.

“So, that’s a yes?”

“Oh, it’s an abso-fuckin-lutely,” he growls, pushing you up against the van with his body and presses his lips to yours. His tongue flicks over yours, making you moan against him. You bring your hand to the back of his neck, pushing yourself onto tip-toes.

“Didn’t know you were such a good kisser, Princess,” he groans into you.

“Should’ve kissed me sooner then, Munson.”

He snakes a hand under your shirt, toying with the lace bra you’re wearing. He starts to pull the shirt over your head when you stop him.

“Eddie!” you hiss. “Not out here!”

“Oh, right,” he laughs mischievously. “No one gets to see your tits but me.”

With that, he flings open the back doors of his van. He pushes up the seats and ushers you inside. “After you, sweetheart.”

His chivalry ends there. As soon as he’s closed the doors, he pulls you on top of him, leaving you straddling his hard cock while he nearly rips off your shirt. With one swift move, he removes your bra and throws his head back.

“Are you...fucking...kidding me?” he says, grabbing one breast in each hand. He sits up and starts kissing them, flicking his tongue over your nipples. He bites and sucks, leaving a hickey in his wake, then goes to the next one and repeats. “Gotta mark my territory.”

You feel yourself growing wetter, but you’re far from finished. “You know,” you whisper, “this is supposed to be my bucket list item, but you’re having the most fun right now.”

“And what would be fun for you?”

You pull him up and take off his Hellfire shirt. His chest is dusted with hair. You steady yourself on it as you kiss his neck with soft, unassuming pecks, until you bite him.

He takes a sharp breath in and you smile. “That’s pretty damn fun for me.” you say.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Eddie groans. “Sounds like you wanna take control.”

You don’t say anything in response, just unzip his jeans and pull his dick from his boxers. He shuffles his pants off as you pump his cock.

“Y/N...w-want you to s-suck it,” he stutters.

You laugh. “Want it? No, Eddie, I think you need it.”

He whimpers. You get down and lick his precum, eliciting another little whine. The tip of your tongue grazes from the base of his cock to the head.

“Here’s the thing, Eds,” you tease, “I feel like you haven’t earned getting sucked off. You played with my tits a little? Not going to cut it.” You sit back up and he goes to put a hand around his length, but you stop him.

“No, no. This is for me, Eddie. You’re going to get me off, and if you do a good job, I’ll blow you. Got it?”

“Y-yes,” he manages. He pushes up your skirt and moves your panties over, inserting one finger into your wet cunt.

“See, Eddie? See how wet I am for you? All you have to do is make me cum, and I’ll return the favor.” You didn’t know where this confidence came from, but you were high on it.

Eddie slips another finger into you, pumping them as you grind against him. “W-wait,” he says suddenly. He lifts you from his crotch and places you on the van floor. Pulling off your skirt and panties, he trails kisses up your thighs until he reaches your pussy.

“There ya go, Eddie. You know what to do now, don’t you?”

“Mhm.” He pushes his tongue against your clit, swirling and flicking until your legs shake. You can see a smile stretch across his face before you throw your head back, bucking your hips into him. You feel the coil start to snap, and your legs tighten around him.

“Cum for me, baby. W-wanna make you cum, just like you asked.”

With that, your orgasm takes over and you moan loud enough for anyone to hear. Eddie doesn’t stop eating your pussy until he’s sure you’re finished.

“H-Holy shit, Munson. You definitely earned that blowjob.” You go to wrap your lips around his dick, but he shakes his head.

“N-not gonna be able to hold b-back, Y/N,” he whimpers. “Need to be inside your wet pussy.”

He pumps himself a few times as you reach into your bag to pull out a condom. Eddie raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“The goal was to get laid, not get pregnant,” you respond.

He nods dumbly, as if he wants to say something, but stops.

“What is it?” you question.

“Nothin’. Just think we’d make cute kids, is all.”

You laugh. “Let me get my degree first and then we’ll talk.”

That seems to be enough for him. He takes his time entering you, not out of hesitation, but to make sure you’re ready. This is your bucket list, after all.

He’s so big inside of you, filling you up as he thrusts in and out. One hand cups your ass, while the other plays with your clit.

“Eddie?” you start to ask, then remember that you’re in charge. “Eddie,” you say this time with more authority. “I need you to choke me while you fuck me.”

Eddie’s eyes roll back. “You’re fuckin’ killing me, sweetheart,” but he obliges, removing the hand from your ass. His fingers tighten around your neck, just the right amount of pressure. His rings dig into you with each thrust.

“Y/N...I can’t hold out much longer,” he says. But it’s fine, because neither can you. Your walls clench around him as you moan out again, yelling his name. He bucks up into you one last time as he cums hard.

Climbing off of you, he crashes next to your own naked fucked out body, exhausted.

“Hey, um, did you have anything on that list about fucking me during the summer?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #smut #angst #stranger things #fanfic

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