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sunflowergirl522 · 1 year

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Teardrops on My Guitar

(Eddie’s Version)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie thinks that you’re into Steve and he’s been in love with you forever.

Word Count: 3838

A/N: This isn’t my best work tbh. I feel like I sorta lost sight of the vision halfway through but I am my own worst enemy.

Eddie Masterlist

It’s just another movie night over at your house, Eddie sitting on your couch and your legs tossed over his own while you hold the popcorn. The Breakfast Club plays on the tv and you’re enthralled by it while Eddie can barely take his eyes off of you. He never really cared about trying to find ‘the one’ for him, he was fine with just messing around with out of towners or people looking to rebel by doing it, but since he’s met you all he’s wanted and needed has been everything that you two could be.

Lately the boys have been teasing you about a crush you have recently and it breaks Eddie’s heart for two reasons. One because you have one in the first place and two because you confided in fucking Garreth, who notoriously can’t keep a secret for the life of him and blabbed to everyone that you had the hots for someone, instead of him, your bestfriend and confidant. The two of you told eachother everything, even the embarrassing awkward stuff.

“Who do you like?”

“Huh?” Eddie’s voice almost causes you to jump because you’re not expecting it. He’s been so quiet tonight compared to how he normally is, it was a little worrying to be honest. You can usually never get him to shut up.

“Who’s the crush that Garreth keeps teasing you about?”

“Oh.” Your face gets hot and you turn your attention back to the movie so you don’t have to look at him. How are you supposed to tell your bestfriend that you’re basically hopelessly in love with him and only realized it recently when you were drinking with Garreth and Jeff in Garreth’s garage? They had both laughed at you because you and Eddie are both so obvious with your feelings but utterly oblivious. “It doesn’t matter really.”

“What if you just described him and I guess? I promise I won’t laugh.” He takes your sudden awkwardness as a sign that you’re embarrassed by it instead of what it actually is. “C’mon you can tell me Sweetheart, when have you not been able to tell me something?”

“Okay, fine.” You take a deep breath in and out before bringing your legs into yourself to sit crisscross applesauce. “He’s so ridiculously nice and sweet to me, like I have never been treated so well in my life than when I’m around him. He’s so nice to all of the younger kids in the friend group too, and they seem to really look up to him. He just has the biggest heart and I wish more people would see that. I think he’s got a great head of hair and I love playing with it. And he has the prettiest brown eyes I’ve ever had the privilege of staring into.”

“You’re into Harrington?! I didn’t realize you spent so much time with him.”

“You said you wouldn’t judge.” You’re not sure why you don’t correct him. Maybe it’s because you don’t want to tell him it’s him, maybe it’s because you’re scared of losing your best friend. Or maybe it’s because you feel like you can sense a hint of jealousy in his voice and you can’t help but think about how Jeff told you that Eddie’s been head over heels for you basically since he met you and you want to see how he’ll react to your crush not being him to test the theory out.

“I’m not! I just didn’t realize you knew him that well.”

“I mean we were classmates for like all of our student life and I’ve always been close with Robin. And you can’t be close to Robin and not be close to Steve anymore.” It’s true anytime you go hang out with Robin nowadays Steve always gets invited. You’re not mad about it, he’s a cool, funny, nice guy. Honestly you’d probably have a crush on him if your crush on Eddie hadn’t started your senior year, before you had even become friends with Steve.

When you look over at Eddie for the first time since you started talking he fakes a smile so you won’t see how upset he is. Of course you like Steve. He’s suave and charming and handsome. And he’s easy to talk to and probably shares more common interests with you than Eddie does. His family has money, which Eddie knows you don’t care about but it’s just another reason Steve’s better than him. And the whole town has never hated him. Steve’s got everything that Eddie’s had to live without.

“That makes sense I guess. Do you think he feels the same?’

“I’ve been told that I’m oblivious and my feelings are obviously reciprocated. But I don’t know, I don’t really wanna make things awkward by telling him how I feel.”

“Well he’d be stupid not to.” You just hum in response, squinting your eyes and studying Eddie’s face. He squirms under the scrutiny feeling like you can see straight into his soul. “You want more popcorn? I’ll go get more popcorn.” He fumbles with the bowl in his rush to get up and head to the kitchen.

“I don’t know what to do Robin.” Eddie groans and rubs his hands down his face. Robin sits across from him at the diner sipping on her coke. He’s just gotten done explaining to her how you like Steve and how he feels like he’s been nothing but awkward around you since finding out.

“You had to have misunderstood her Eds, there’s no way she likes Steve like that.”

“She described him perfectly and she had this faraway look in her eyes as she was talking about him that she’s definitely like, in love with him or something.” He bangs his head onto the table so his friend wouldn’t be able to see the tears or lip wobbles he can feel crawling up his throat. “And I’m so fucking head over heels for her Robs. I’m so far gone for her that I can barely even see anyone else when she’s with me.”

“Hey, Eddie relax, okay she’s not in love with Steve, trust me okay I would know.” Robin can’t help but feel bad for her friend. Normally she wouldn’t, if it were anyone else sitting in front of her sulking and wilting and complaining about something like this she would tell them to grow some balls and tell them how they feel already. But this is puppy dog eyed Eddie who’s definitely been through enough in life and all she wants to do is tell him about how you haven’t been able to see anyone as more than a friend other than him since the day you two met. You’re lucky she loves you so much and that she knows you’ll actually try to break her pinky if she breaks the pinky promise the two of you made when you admitted that to her.

“Did she tell you that?” He looks up hopeful that maybe there’s a chance.

“No, but I see how she acts around him all the time. It’s more of a brother sister relationship than anything else. I hate to be that person but why don’t you just tell her how you feel?”

“Because I’d rather be heartbroken with her in my life in a relationship with someone else than have her not be in my life at all.”

“Fair enough, but you know she wouldn’t do that.” Eddie does know that but there’s still the anxiety of it all. For a minute the only noise between the two of them is the slurping of Robin finishing her drink. “Wanna go to Family Video and bother them at work?” Eddie visibly perks up at the idea of going to see you.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Robin smiles at the better mood he’s in and leaves cash on the table to cover their meal before following him out to the van.

“Better call the exterminator Y/n because it looks like we have a couple of pests heading our way.” Steve jokes as he spots Robin and Eddie getting out of the van. You make your way next to him to see what he’s talking about.

“Eddie thinks I have a crush on you!” You blurt out as soon as you spot him.

“What?! Why? How?”

“He was asking me to describe who I liked so I described him and he thought I meant you and maybe I didn’t actually correct him because I thought maybe this was the safer option.” Some words get smushed together with how you’re rushing it out, wanting to fill him in as much as you can before they get inside.

“Oh my god.” Steve groans out burying his head in his arms on the counter. “He’s gonna hate me now. You need to just tell him the truth.”

“Shut up, shut up!” You shove his shoulder in a panic because they had opened the door as he started talking. Steve stumbles into the counter as your two closest friends walk into the store. ”Hey guys!”

“Hey Sweetheart, you guys have Predator yet?” You beam with excitement at Eddie and he swears his heart stutters in his chest a few times because it’s so genuine and it’s for him.

“We do! It came in yesterday and I already put a copy aside for you.” You crouch behind the counter searching for the VHS tape you hid from all your coworkers.

“Robin, Eddie, what are you two up to today?”

“We were just at the diner and decided to come bug you since all the kids are still in school. Has it been busy today, it doesn’t seem like it has been but I know how the rushes can be like.” Robin answers him while Eddie just sort of side eyes Steve.

“We had a bit of a rush this morning, people were really excited for the Predator and the Lost Boys. Aha! Found it!” You jump up holding up the Predator tape victorious and Eddie smiles at how adorable you look filled up with excitement. He can tell that it’s bubbling up in you with the way you’re slightly bouncing on the heels of your feet. “You’re not gonna watch this without me are you?”

“I’d never! You’re still coming over tonight right? We’ll watch it then.”

“Yeah, of course I am. I might be a little later than I normally am though, I told Steve I’d help him paint his room after work.” Steve was painting his room back to white so that way when he moves out his parents can just use it as an office or guest room. Eddie’s heart drops at the news of you going to hang out with Steve after work. Normally you would just go home, change and eat before heading over to the trailer.

“Do you guys want any help with that?” Robin cuts in in order to draw the attention to her so you won’t see the way Eddie’s smile drops knowing he probably doesn’t even realize it. “It’ll get done super quickly if we’re all there to help. And then Eddie can just take Y/n over to his trailer after so she doesn’t have to bike.”

“That sounds great! It can be like a painting party! Unless you have something you need to do Teddy?” Your curious gaze and soft smile turns back towards him and he immediately perks up.

“My only plans after this were gonna involve you Princess so if Steve’s fine with a little extra help, I’ll help.” And it’s definitely not so he can hopefully keep your attention away from Steve.

“Great, then it’s a date!” He knows what you mean, he’s not stupid, but he feels like he is with how his heart speeds up and his face flushes as you turn to the computer to check the movie out for him.

Steve wants to scoff at how obvious the two of you are. He never would’ve thought he’d have two friends as utterly oblivious as the two of you. Especially because for as long as he’s known you you’ve been able to pick up on how other people were feeling super quickly with your empathetic personality. So it’s a wonder to him you haven’t picked up on Eddie's very annoyingly obvious feelings for you.

“We’re done in two hours. You guys wanna hang around or just meet us at Steve’s after?”

“I’ll hang around. Robin, if you wanna go home first I’ll take you and come back.”

“Eds, if you’re staying, I’m staying. Besides, dingus here never sorts the movies the way I like.” You chuckle as Robin flicks Steve’s forehead and grab the crate of movies you were getting ready to stock shelves with.

“You wanna help me stock while they deal with the movies back there?” You hadn’t even finished the sentence before Eddie’s nodding and grabbing the crate from your hands.

“Lead the way darlin’.”

“Did she tell you?” Robin leans over to whisper to Steve the moment the two of you are out of earshot.

“About the whole panicky crush on me thing she did? She waited until we saw the two of you in the parking lot to rush it out but yeah she told me.”

“I knew he had to have misunderstood her! I mean I knew she liked him but Eddie kept going on about how she described you to a t and that was enough to make me start doubting what I’ve heard her say.”

“She told me she was describing him and he just assumed it was me. These two are ridiculous.”

“I know, you’d think she’d realize by now that she’s all he thinks about like all the time.” The two of them can hear your laughter at something Eddie either said you did ring throughout the store. Robin smiles knowing the exact lovesick dopey grin Eddie has on his face right now, he gets the same one each time he makes you laugh. The two of you truly deserved each other and Robin decides that she’ll stop at nothing to make it happen. “You work on getting Y/n to admit that she meant him since you work with her more this week than I do, and I’ll work on getting Eddie to admit how he feels since I’ll probably be hanging around him this week.”

“They’re lucky they have us.” Really Steve felt lucky he had all of you. Robins his platonic soulmate, you’re one of the kindest, most thoughtful people he’s ever known, and Eddie is one of the most loyal friends anyone could ask for. And the two of you are lucky to have each other, Steve hopes to find a love one day that the two of you have.

“Damn right they are.”

It’s easy for Eddie to slip into the delusion that you don’t actually like Steve when the two of you are together. Even when you’re hanging out with Robin and Steve, your attention seems to go almost exclusively to Eddie. You don’t really act like you like Steve as anything other than a good friend when he sees you around him.

He can’t slip into that delusion when he’s hanging with Robin though, which he’s been doing a lot this week since you’ve been working so much. She’s constantly bringing up how he should just tell you how he feels and that maybe his delusion is actually real life if he’d just open his eyes. It’s like she’s hinting that you actually like him instead. If he thinks too hard about it he’ll get stuck in his head though.

“Thanks for driving me to work, Eds, I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything, I was coming to pick up Y/n anyway.” Eddie follows Robins lead into the store freezing when he spots you nodding and smiling at Steve from the other side of the counter.

He almost turns around completely when your grin splits even more up your face and excitement sparks within you. He doesn’t know what the two of you are talking about, he doesn’t want to know, he just wants you to be looking at him that way. Steve glances up when Robin chimes in and meets Eddie’s eyes waving before saying something else to you. Whatever he says makes you glance over his way. You beam at him causing Eddie to feel like he’s come back to life and start walking towards him.

“Alright bye Steve, I’ll see you Saturday right?”

“Yeah, eight o’clock.” You send a thumbs up his way grabbing Eddie’s hand and pulling him to his van.

“What was that about?” Eddie’s almost too afraid to ask, nervous that you’ll say you have a date with your mutual friend.

“Oh, Steve said we should go to this college party Nancy told him about on Saturday. So don’t make any plans okay?”

“Okay.” Eddie’s heart drops to the pit of his stomach taking that as a yes it is a date with Steve and that he shouldn’t expect you to hang out with him like you normally do.

When in reality you meant that he shouldn’t make any plans so he can go with you guys. Steve’s probably telling Robin about it right now. All week he’s been telling you to just tell Eddie that you meant him and today when he told you about the party he also told you that you should ask Eddie to go with you like a date. To that though you told him about how you wouldn’t take Eddie to a party as a first date. But you think that Steve’s probably right and it’s time you should own up to it.

“I’m not above begging Robin, are you sure you can’t hang out tonight?” Eddie slumps against the wall of the trailer as he asks Robin once more if she wanted to hang out. All day he’s been busy sitting in self pity because of your date with Steve and he could really use the distraction of a friend.

“Eds I told you I have plans, don’t you?” She’s been confused this whole phone call because she could’ve sworn you told her you told Eddie about the party.

“No,” Eddie groans down the line while he slides to the floor. “Y/n’s going on a date with Steve so I’m stuck wallowing.” It suddenly all makes sense to Robin and she has to hold back her laughter.

“Oh. I don’t think it’s a date Eddie. But if it’s bothering you this much, why don’t you go to her place and finally tell her how you feel before this not date.”

“If Steve likes her I don’t wanna ruin that for him.”

“Steve doesn’t like her like that, he doesn’t even consider tonight a date! So if you’re so convinced that’s what this is then at least go save your girl from heartbreak.”

“Shit, really?” He doesn’t even give Robin time to respond before speaking again. “I gotta go.”

“Yeah, see you later.” She finally starts laughing as he hangs up on the other side causing Steve to come into the living room.

“What’s so funny?”

You’re finishing getting ready in the living room with License to Ill playing on your stereo when Eddie knocks on the door. You smile rushing to the door excited to head to the party with him.

“Hey Eddie!”

“Don’t go on this date with Steve!” He rushes the words out and your excited face becomes one of confusion.

“What?”

“He doesn’t think it’s a date and I don’t wanna see you get hurt because he doesn’t see you the way you see him.”

“Eddie, what are you talking about? What date?”

“The party tonight, isn’t it a date?”

“No.” You chuckle at how he misunderstood you when you told him about it. “We’re all supposed to be going together. Steve should be at Robins right now actually. You thought when I told you Steve said we should go he meant just me and him?”

“Well yeah, with how you like him and how excited you looked I thought maybe he asked you out.” Admittedly Eddie’s feeling a little dumb even more so when you let out a little laugh again.

“Sorry, sorry I don’t mean to laugh really. I just thought you would’ve put together that I don’t actually like Steve by now after seeing how I barely even interact with him when everyone else is around.”

“You don’t like Steve?” You shake your head. “But you told me you like Steve.”

“I told you that I liked you! Really I thought that you would’ve figured it out by now. I mean I’m always with you and I choose you over Steve regularly. And I mean I described you, it’s not my fault you thought I was talking about Steve. I was gonna tell you that I’ve been practically in love with you for who knows how long after the party, maybe ask you out with that. Thought about asking you out for the party but you deserve a better date than some dumb college party where we’ll only know our small group.”

Eddie had stopped paying attention after your first sentence, only vaguely hearing the rest of your ramble. His brain replays how you described him when he asked all those days ago and his mouth drops open.

“You think I have pretty eyes?”

“Of course I do. Now can you maybe say you like me back because I’m sorta shaking in my boots with anxiety that maybe Garreth was wro-” Eddie surges forward taking your head in his hands and connecting his lips to your own hoping all his feelings get transferred through it knowing he doesn’t have the words right now. He’s too in awe that any of this is happening. He keeps expecting to wake up and ruin it all.

“Pinch me because I swear to God this is a dream.” He says once the two of you part and you laugh before pinching his arm causing him to yelp. “Jeez! Not that hard Sweetheart.”

“You asked for it.” You shrug and grab a jacket before joining him outside. “You ready to head to the party or do we need to go back to the trailer since you weren’t expecting to go?”

“How about we go see a movie instead? The Princess Bride seems like it’s right up your alley, and I don’t really feel like sharing you with anyone else after finding out how obsessed with me you are.”

“Oh shut up!” You hit his chest laughing. ��That sounds good though.”

“I’m like obsessed with you too, by the way. You were the reason for the teardrops on my guitar for a hot minute there when I thought you were into Steve. The guys were getting real annoyed with me because I had this list of songs we couldn’t play because they were either inspired by you or your favorites.”

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riptideripley · 10 months

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Stress Reliever

gif creds: @romanreigns

summary:Your brother got you stressed so Roman finds a way to relieve you

wordcount:1,159

You’ve had the biggest crush on your client Roman Reigns. Recently the WWE hired you to be his hair stylist and the one who gets him ready backstage. It was the perfect job for you since he often let you give him designs on the sides of his fresh haircut,letting you showcase your talent you had with doing hair.

You had only been working with him for a few months but you got to see this sweet side of him,it was cute. He would sometimes bring you flowers,but mainly just brought you breakfast or something to eat later on. On your birthday last month he decided to take you out to dinner after the show to a fancy restaurant he goes to on special occasions. He’s always so kind and open to new ideas with you,you began to gain feelings for him but didn’t know how or when to tell him since today was Wrestlemania 39 with his match against Cody Rhodes aka your step brother. No on really knew you two were siblings except Roman,you were married into Cody’s family through your cuban mother,which made you even more nervous.

“Listen baby I can assure you if I seriously hurt your brother,you will be the first person I’ll send him to so you can go to medical with him. But once I’m in that ring I’m no longer mr nice guy” He told you while you were doing his hair,”I know Leati but please,just don’t rip or tear any of his muscles he just recovered from an injury.” you told him. Only you were allowed to call him by his government name,he enjoyed hearing you say it. He nodded and let you finish getting him ready.

You watched the match on the monitor and when Roman won,your heart completely sank. Even tho you and Cody didn’t get along all that well you still feel as though he deserved the win,but nonetheless you were happy for Roman. Cody had ordered for you to come out there with him after the match even if he lost,so you were sent out there and immediately ran & slid into the ring comforting your brother. You looked back at Roman and he winked at you,smiling as he continued to back away. You sighed and helped your brother backstage once Roman had left.

You were currently in the car with your brother who seemed mad about something. “What the fuck was that wink huh?” “Cody I don’t know I mean-“ “No no you know. Now tell me what the fuck is going on with you two.” he stopped the car in front of your house as you sighed. He was overprotective and sometimes it irritated the hell out of you. “Cody there’s nothing going on ok? We’re friends and you know I’m his stylist. He’s knows about us being siblings and he made a promise he wouldn’t hurt you as bad,that’s why.” you were lying straight through your teeth but you kept a good poker face to mask it. “Whatever just get out” he said as you got out the car and closed the door,walking into your home. You watched him drive off and called Roman.

“So he’s mad?” Roman asked as he chuckled towards the end. “Yes and it’s not funny! I’ve told you about how he holds grudges and shit like that.” you responded and sighed,getting up off his lap and making your way to the kitchen. “Well I mean you invite me over and sit on my lap,claiming it’s so “comfortable” so he’s not really overthinking it. But I understand if you don’t wanna tell him anything.” he spoke as he turned the TV on,glancing at you. You returned to the living room and handed him a glass of red wine and sat down,gulping down almost all of yours. “Goodness I know you’re stressed right now but calm down” he said as he lowered the glass from your mouth,glancing at your lips still covered in lipgloss. You could feel him looking and decided to be bold,kissing him. You were a bit surprised when he returned the energy and pulled you onto his lap. “L-Leati..” “Shhh,I got this baby just relax.” he whispered in your ear,slipping his hands under your shirt massaging your breasts.

This very heated and teasing make out session went on for a good 10 minutes before you whined and stood up,before speaking. “Leati you’ve been teasing me for the past 12 minutes!” “I’m sorry baby,you want me to do more?” you nodded in response. He chuckled and lifted you up,taking you to your bedroom and laying you down on the bed while planting soft kisses down your exposed skin. He slipped your shirt and shorts off,massaging and kissing your inner thighs. He then used his teeth to remove your underwear,which impressed you a little bit but you didn’t say anything. “Do I have permission baby?” he asked,wanting consent and reassurance before touching you. “Yes Ro you do” you responded and stroked his hair,soon gripping it as you felt him immediately attack your wet heat with his tongue. You threw your head back in pleasure,gripping the base of his hair as you moaned. He let out a hum of pleasure,as he continued his actions swirling his tongue on your clit. He slowly massaged your thighs with his hands,devouring your aching hole with his tongue. You gasped when you suddenly felt the pad of his thumb gently making circles against your clit making you whimper. You legs began to shake from the overstimulation and pleasure of his actions,you then felt a tight knot in your stomach with a weird sensation.

Your hips bucked against his face eager for your orgasm. “Fuck please Roman!” you yelled out desperate to release,grinding against his face at this point. He smiled against your heat,”Go ahead darling” he said muffed but clear enough for you to hear. You arched your back as your legs violently shake,releasing onto his face. You pushed yourself up with your elbows embarrassed as he lifted his head up face soaked. “Just squirted all over me huh” he said with a small laugh,getting up and grabbing some towels from the bathroom to wipe his face off. He came back and smiled,planting a kiss on your forehead to comfort you. “I-I’ve never done that before Ro..” “It’s ok teine aulelei(beautiful girl),it’s nothing to be ashamed of” he reassures you,planting soft kisses all over your face making you giggle.

He noticed your thighs were still shaking a bit and gently rubbed them,”I’m gonna go make you a bath ok? Bubbles or no bubbles?” “Bubbles! And can you get in with me..? please” he nods in response and you smile.

#wwe #roman reigns #roman reigns smut #cody rhodes #wrestling #wwe smut

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xmalfoyweasleyx · 1 year

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The more that you say, the less I know

Steve x (Henderson!)Reader, based on the song Willow -Taylor Swift --> my Taylor songs masterlist

Summary: Y/N is Dustin's older sister, she comes to town and meets Steve. But it seems the boy has some commitment issues...

Angsty but fluff ending <3 , between 1.5-2k words

I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night.

Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife

“My sister is coming to town! I’m gonna meet her here” Dustin said excitedly, hanging on the Family Video counter while Steve was focussing on organizing some tapes. “Wow, wow, wait. I didn’t know you had a sister?” he questioned, looking up from his work for a split second. “Duh, didn’t I mention that?” Dustin answered confused. “No? why didn't you mention such an important family thing but litterally tell me all kinds of other annoying and boring stuff?” the boy complained. “Well, she’s my half-sister and lived with her dad for 4 years now. So I haven’t seen her in ages. But she’s really great and smart.” Dustin talked admiringly with a big smile on his face. “Actually, she would be a pretty great match for you, weren’t you like.. searching for the one or something like that” Dustin suggested. Steve chuckled. “Dude, I appreciate the matchmaking but I don’t think your sister is going to be something for me, no offense” he waved off uninterested while walking away from the counter to stack some shelves.

“Hey dude! She’s kind and like... pretty funny actually, but okay” Dustin said disappointed, following Steve through the store like a puppy. “And by the way, I’ve given up on finding the one, it’s bullshit” Steve sighed.

That’s when the bell rang, a beautiful girl that looked around 20 years old entered the shop. “Y/N!!” Dustin screamed running to the girl. “My god Dusty you’re all grown up I can’t believe this” she giggled while hugging him tight. Steve looked at her with wide eyes when they approached hem. Never in his life did he expect that Dustin Herderson’s sister would look like that, sound so sweet and cause a weird tingling feeling in his stomach. He was shocked, to say the least.

“You never told me your sister was going to be so goddamn hot” he whispered in Dustin’s ear. “Ew dude, calm down with those words” he answered. “You must be the guy who’s been babysitting my little brother,” Y/N smiled. “Um - I-well… you could call it babysitting.. but..” Steve stuttered, making Dustin giggle. “I’m Y/N” you interrupted, reaching out your hand. “I’m Steve, nice to meet you” he smiled back.

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The more that you say, the less I know.

Wherever you stray, I follow

It became a habit, visiting Steve when he had his break. It almost felt like a dream. The autumn sunshine in the afternoon. You and him picnicking under the tree in the beautiful field hidden behind Family Video. Laughing, touching, teasing. In the last 3 weeks, you two became closer and closer. Other people might say it was easy, Steve liked you and you liked him. Why wouldn’t you start dating? At first sight it all seemed obvious. You saw each other almost every day and it had been a while, since Nancy actually, that Steve had been showing interest in a girl for that long. But it wasn’t that easy. And you didn’t understand it at all. It was like you knew two different boys. Every time you got closer, Steve shut down.

It was a wednesday afternoon when you leaned on the counter, nibbling on some sandwich, staring at the boy you developed the biggest crush on. You both sat in silence. “Steve” you sighed. He didn’t look up. “We need to talk about our conversation from yesterday”. You had asked him on a date the other day, finally finding the courage. You didn’t even need that much confidence since you two already acted like a couple sometimes. He changed the subject immediately after you asked. As if you didn’t already go on some kind of dates when you picnick or pick up Dustin together after school. It left you confused and sad.

“What is there to talk about” he snapped. Your heart sank, surprised by the angry tone in his voice. His eyes filled with guilt immediately after he saw the hurt in his eyes. “If I’m that horrible or just some toy to fix your boredom with, you could just tell me” you responded, turning around to leave and go home to be alone. “No, I’m sorry Y/N, I…” he sighed from behind you. “You what? Tell me” you turned around angrily. Steve didn’t seem to know what to say. A doubtful look plastered his silent face. “That’s what I thought” you said disappointed and he watched you walk away.

***

Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark

Show me the places where the others gave you scars

Your bedroom was silent, you laying there in your bed, thinking, crying, an ache in your heart. It seemed all very dramatic, you laying there in the dark, not able to fall asleep while the rain splattered on your window. It was almost midnight when you got startled by a silent knock on the glass. Steve stood there. Drenched. You rushed out of your bed to open the window before the boy could fall off the roof or something.

“Steve what are you doing here?! You’re soaked” you were worried, but still angry. “I’m so sorry, it’s just… it’s just so confusing” he said shivering. He looked sad, almost like he’d been crying too but it was hard to see with all the rain on his face. You didn’t answer and grabbed a warm towel from your closet first. “Here” you whispered, putting the soft towel around him, feeling his broad shoulders underneath the material. His features softened when you touched him and he looked comfortable. It was silent, your bodies close. “Why are you here?” You asked softly, trying not to drown in the hazel eyes staring lovingly into yours. You didn’t understand, one moment he snaps at you and acts like there’s nothing between you two. The other moment he looks at you like he’s never been more in love.

“I’m sorry for playing with your feelings.” He sighed. “I really am”.

“Then explain it to me, why?” you whispered while he was toying softly with a lock of hair on your shoulder. Your foreheads almost touched. “I’m scared,” he said with a crack in his voice.

He seemed so vulnerable, you had never seen him like this. Little shivers from the cold, his eyes teary and filled with guilt. You stroked his wet brown locks softly and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. “Come sit on the bed with me” you suggested.

“The thing is.. I-I’m acting so weird because it’s the first time in a long time I felt this way” Steve confessed. “What do you mean? Why is that bad?” You asked. “It makes me scared, I have this terrible feeling, that this will fail, that you will get bored of me eventually and.. it’s not going great at home, I know that’s not an excuse but, I’m.. I..” he stuttered, nervously toying with his fingers. You touched his hands delicately, trying to give him some comfort. “I won’t hurt your feelings like others might have done, if that’s your concern, I promise.” You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “This is what scares me too, the goddamn tingles I get when you do that” he chuckles, being a little more comfortable. “That’s not a bad thing Stevie. I don’t know the details of what happened with you before, but I can tell you, love is not a bad thing” you said. “Love?” he asked. You nod. “Can I kiss you?” he said, moving closer. “Please”

Wreck my plans

That's my man

Kissing Steve Harrington was one of the best things ever. He was tender, yet passionate. You were laying on your bed now, making out with your legs tangled and your hands in his soft hair. “I could kiss you forever” he sighed while placing soft kisses on your cheek and neck. “So, don’t stop then” you teased. Steve giggled, grabbing your hips and pulling you even closer to him with a soft groan of satisfaction. “Don’t challenge me, baby”.

You fell asleep in his arms that night. Your head on his chest, his chin resting in your hair. His arms were wrapped tightly around you and your one leg was placed on top of his. His warmth and smell made you fall in a deep sleep. Listening to his soft breath. In the arms of your man.

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gif credit: @madmaxmayfleld

.main masterlist. .stranger things masterlist.

premise: He's your friend, nothing more, but that doesn't mean that you can’t have some fun…right?

Warnings: it’s just smut if I am being honest. fingering, oral (f&M receiving), vaginal sex, dirty talk (kinda), swearing, and lets be honest there is probably more.

WC: 10.2k of pure smut.

A/N: This bad boy took me way longer than it should have. special thanks to my favs @23victoria and @ccosmic-illusion for their help and motivation, and to @anothernightsky for absolutely loving the idea and nursing it with me (even if she demands a series out of it)

If you had to choose, you know exactly what you would do. Billy, well he was hot, like extremely hot, exuding the very energy that he knew what he was doing, and knew how to do it well. If given the chance, you would undoubtedly sleep with him. Yes, you would loathe yourself after the fact, but at least it would be worth it. Other than that, he wasn’t the one for you. He was an arrogant asshole with a nice ass, but a pretty one at that.

Eddie, well Eddie was one of your closest friends, your best friend if you will. Not to say that you didn’t find him attractive, but that didn’t mean anything. You had never really thought about him that way, simply because you had never really seen him that way, not fully. Eddie was the kind of guy that you only ever really hung out with, watched movies, and that sorta thing, he was good fun, he just wasn’t the fun that you wanted. You wanted the one and only, Steve Harrington.

You’d had the biggest crush on King Steve since, well since forever. How could you not, he was by far the hottest guy at school, he had perfect hair, not to mention dreamy eyes, a great ass (not as good as Billy’s but still pretty good), a gorgeous smile, the list could go on and on forever. He was all-around perfect. The only problem was you were nowhere on his radar, far from actually.

You were not the kind of girl that Steve went for. You were no Nancy Wheeler. Not popular, not a cheerleader, not some ditsy girl who threw herself at him any chance they got. Nope, you were the polar opposite. You were like Eddie. A nerd, or freak if you will, and perhaps that’s why you were such close friends. You had so much in common.

None of it stopped you, however. Despite knowing that he would never actually choose you if it came to it, it didn’t deter you from dreaming about it every…waking… minute. In fact, it was all you thought about. Steve Harrington owned your mind, your thoughts, hell if he wanted he could own your entire being. He was all you had wanted for as long as you could remember.

“Okay but did you see him in those jeans today, like oh my god is he trying to kill me?” you exclaim, as you prop yourself up onto the table, leaning back on your hands. “Oh and not to mention the fact that he actually laughed at my jokes today. Like really laughed,” you continue, eyes wide as you explain, “I couldn’t help it, I made a joke about Mrs. Higgins today, and he heard it, and laughed. He even turned around and said ‘that was a good one’! Like Eddie, do you know what this means?”

“Of course, he laughed, you’re funny,” he states.

He was too busy cleaning up from the campaign from the evening to expand on his response any further. He was collecting all the miniatures, and character sheets that had been tossed to the floor in excitement when the battle had been won. You know that you could have been helping, but your mind was so far from the chore, that you couldn’t be bothered.

“Well yeah, I’m funny..But see he’s never laughed at any of my jokes before, so like what’s changed?” You ask rhetorically, letting the question fade. Eddie just hums along in response. You're not sure if he had tuned you out or not, but you didn’t really care.

“I’ve seen him talking to Anna Wilkinson lately, you know her right?” you ask, and he doesn’t respond.

“She’s in my chem class, total idiot, but hey she's got nice tits I guess,” you continue. You look down, grabbing your boobs and giving them a squeeze, missing the way that Eddie watches you with a raised brow.

“I mean if that's all he wants..I mean mine are pretty good..right?” You look up at Eddie, who now had both brows raised, and a slight smile on his face.

“Are you asking me if you have nice tits, y/n?”

You pretend to think on it, your head bobbing around, humming whilst you do.

“Yeah, that's exactly what I’m doing, Eddie,” you respond, the sarcasm laced in your tone. He just stares at you for a moment, the smile growing on his face.

“Let me get a better look,” he jokes, but you hop off the table and make your way over to him, your hands still cupping your chest.

“Well?” his eyes drift down from your face, slowly making it towards your chest, a breathy chuckle leaving him as he meets it.

“Oh definitely, best I’ve ever seen, by far. Annie, Abby, whatever the fuck her name is doesn't even stand a chance,” he says with a wink, and you can't help but blush at his comment.

“Thanks,” you giggle.

Eddie purses his lips and gives a curt nod, before going back to cleaning up. You’re silent for a moment, watching the way he bends over to grab the discarded pieces from the floor. Standing up and using his shirt as a means to hold everything.

“Do you think he’d fuck me?” you blurt, not entirely sure where the question came from. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it, but something had triggered the topic.

“Why wouldn’t he?” he asks, turning to look at you.

“I don’t know, part of me feels like I’m not fuckable, you know?” you say with a shrug.

He chuckles, making his way over to the table, releasing his shirt and all the contents in it clattering onto the linoleum surface.

“Trust me, you’re fuckable,” he remarks as if it was a stupid question, which it was to him. He steals a quick glance at you as you sit yourself back up on the table, his eyes roving over you before he stops himself, knowing that he shouldn’t be looking at you like this, especially not so obviously. “Extremely fuckable,” he mutters, more so for himself, but you still catch it, and a small wave of heat rushes through you, as you subconsciously squeeze your legs together. You don’t say anything, not sure what you would even say, instead you let the conversation die.

“Do you plan on helping me at all or…?” He looks at you, brow raised. You look around only spotting a few other scattered items.

“No, it looks like you’ve got it handled,” you joke, letting a grin take to your lips. Eddie just hums, his lips pressed together as he nods. You could see the smile he was trying to hide. Jumping down off the table, you collect the rest of the things from the ground, using your shirt the same way Eddie had. Bringing them over to him and dropping them onto the table.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah..” you couldn’t help but study him as he organized the loose papers, pushing them into his worn binder.

“So…would you?” You ask, your voice holding a sense of anticipation to it.

Eddie’s pointless organizational task halts, his famous brow shooting up in amusement. He cocks his head slightly, just enough for him to get a good look at you.

“Would I what?”

He had an inkling of what you were referring to, given the topic of the evening, but he wanted to hear you say it. Looking at him, you were tempted to just come up with something random to say and avoid the topic as a whole, but your curiosity got the better of you.

“You know…” you say, your tone sounding a little more whiny than intended. Eddie fully turns to you now, a smirk plastered to his oddly kissable lips. He was waiting for you to ask him, wondering if you would actually say it. You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for what the response would be.

“Would you, you know…?” you ask sheepishly, gesturing to the length of your body.

It doesn’t help when you spot his tongue brush across his lower lip, a sure sign that he was enjoying this. It always was. The sudden feeling of embarrassment creeping up on you, heating your cheeks. You were certain he could see it, because his smirk only got bigger. Eddie chuckles, knowing that you weren’t going to go into any more detail than that, so he figured he would just humor you. His teeth cheekily sinking into his lower lip as he shamelessly checks you out, his eyes drinking in all of you.

“Let me get this straight. You, Y/n want to know if I, Eddie, your best friend who just so happens to be a guy, emphasis on that part, would…if given the chance, fuck you?” he asks in a matter of fact tone.

“Yes?” you lilt.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed, waiting to see if you would say anything more on the topic, while he debated on what answer he should give you. The slightest upturn to his lips on one side makes you feel nervous.

“Absolutely, don’t even have to think about it.” he replies, flashing a quick smile. He stands there, staring at you for a moment longer before he's back to doing whatever he was doing earlier. It would have been an understatement to say that you were stunned. Suddenly feeling that familiar blush creep into your features once more. You had never thought about Eddie in such a circumstance, but hearing what he had to say made you all that much more curious. It wasn’t like you wouldn’t, if given the opportunity, but it wasn’t something you thought about, other than that one time.

“I would fuck you, you know..just-“ you remark. You don’t know what came over you, why you felt the need to tell him that, but you couldn’t help it. He doesn’t look up at you, or even in your direction. He just chuckles.

“I know,” he says, stealing another glance at you, but this time you were looking at him with a deadpan look. “And I am very flattered.” he adds. The air is silent for a minute before you break it once more.

“Have you ever thought about..?” you start, watching as his brows shoot up as he fights back the amused look on his face. Of course he had, perhaps almost every other night, as much as he hated to admit it, it was a common re-occurrence for him.

“Thought about what?” he prods.

Panic sets in, and you decide it's better to not ask what you were thinking. Quickly finding the hem of your shirt of greater interest.

“Nothing, never mind, it-it was stupid.” You quickly pull your gaze from him, but he does nothing of the sort, eyes still glued to you as the fascination sets in, that he doesn’t even bother to stop himself.

“Eddie, do you ever things about what it would be like to fuck each other, no strings attached…No never…You? He jokes, saying the last bit sarcastically, clearly lying. He had totally thought about it. He’s not sure if he meant to say that as loud as he did, but there was no taking it back now, so instead, he turned back to the table, now resting his hands against it, as he silently berated himself, rapidly tapping his index finger against the surface, hanging his head low.

Shocked that he had said exactly what you had been thinking, you turned to him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“That..wha-what you said.” you say, pointing your finger at him for emphasis. “That’s what I was going to ask.”

You watch as his tongue darts out just past his lips. Resting there as he processes it, slowly bringing himself to look at you. Nothing is said at first, nothing but the same awkward air settling between you. You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at him, waiting for either one of you to say something, anything.

Sitting in silence, you watch as Eddie’s beautifully dark orbs rove over your figure, taking note of the way your hellfire shirt sits perfectly on your frame, or the way your jeans hug your thighs. He knows he shouldn’t be looking at you like this, admiring you so sinfully, but since you’ve mentioned it, it's all he can think about.

His eyes meet yours and suddenly you become hyper aware of the very fact that you were so close to him and yet not close enough. It was your turn to shamelessly take in Eddie. Eddie was attractive, you had always thought so, but the thing that always seemed to stop you was the fact that you had only ever seen him as a friend. Someone you could hangout with, without the pressure to do anything more than just hangout, except now, now it was on your mind. Wondering what his lips tasted like, or what he would feel like underneath you or even on top of you. The way his lips would feel against your skin, the way his hands would feel gripping you tightly, or even no! Stop!

“I mean, not like I’ve fantasized about it or anything, but.um...” he says, pulling you out of your shameful series of thoughts. Your eyes snap to his, your face flushing as you wait for him to finish the topic, wondering what he was going to say next. Your brows shoot up expectantly, wondering why your clothes suddenly feel tighter and scratchier against your skin.

“What If,” he pauses, biting the inside of his cheek as he mulls over what to say. Eddie’s not quite sure if he should finish his train of thought, expose himself and the very thing he had been dreaming about since, well since forever. Growing wary of the silence, you take to speaking your mind.

“What if we hooked up? Like right now? I mean just to see what it’s like..could be fun,” you suggest, completely stunned at where it came from. The growing grin on Eddie’s face was indication enough that he was all for the idea, but that didn’t stop him from giving his two cents.

“Are you sure you’re okay with that? I mean our whole dynamic changes then..”

you could have been mistaken, but it almost sounded like he was eager to do it despite the consequences. You couldn’t lie, the thought of the consequences hadn’t even crossed your mind, and even after he mentioned it, you couldn’t even bring yourself to consider them either.

“Nah it will be totally fine, nothing has to change right? I mean it’s just an experiment of sorts. It’s for fun.” You say, reassuring yourself more so than him, you think, giving an awkward shrug in the process. He gives you one last look of skepticism, before he moves over to you, practically gliding across the space, your eyes trained on his every movement.

“Exactly..” he mutters, and you find gaze glued to his lush lips.

“Should we go somewhere or?” You comment, looking around at the empty theatre department. It was late, inching closer to the ten o’clock frame, so the chances of someone coming in was slim, but there was still a possibility.

“Nah, we’ll be fine here, unless you want to,” he shrugs. Shaking your head, Eddie takes that as a sign to proceed. Moving closer to you once more, you instinctively move your legs apart, just enough for him to stand comfortably between.

“You’re sure right? Because if you’re not, just tell me.”

Not even for a minute do you consider the possibility of calling it off, telling him that you made a mistake and that it’s a bad idea. No, you were far too eager to know just how fun this could actually be, and unbeknownst to you, so was Eddie.

“Yeah I’m sure, are you?” Brow raised, a challenged look in your eye. Eddie just chuckles like you had asked your second stupidest question of the night.

“Extremely.”

A wave of heat rushes through you, mixed with the shivers that trail down your spine at his blunt comment. You had always known him to be as such, blunt, but for once it had some type of effect on you.

Eddie’s calloused hands find you jean clad thighs, slow to inch their way up further, as he takes his final steps closer, face inches from yours. Its only then that you consider that maybe their should be some type of rules, some semblance of boundaries, as dumb as it sounded.

“Maybe we shouldn’t kiss,” you speak softly, you can't help but feel the slightest bit of disappointment at your own suggestion, considering the fact that his lips looked absolutely delicious at this very moment. Pillow soft and begging to be kissed, but yet something about it felt too personal, too intimate. Eddie felt the slightest pang of hurt at the comment, but he shakes it.

“Way to suck the fun out of it,” he sighs, hoping that you would change your mind. “You do know that friends kiss all the time, right?…besides, I can see how much you want to kiss me..” He suggests, his eyes trailing down to your lips as he licks his involuntarily. Even if he was joking, he was still correct, you did want to kiss him, desperately to feel his lips against yours.

“You wish, Munson. I’ll tell you what you can kiss me, just not on the lips.”

A look of utter intrigue takes over his features, as he thinks of all the other places that he could kiss you. To him, you were ultimately giving him permission to kiss ever single fucking inch of your body without problem, and though he would love to kiss you like normal people do, he can’t help but feel some type of way knowing that he could kiss anywhere else.

He holds his hands up in surrender with a frown, accepting that you aren’t going to change your mind, at least not without a little more persuasion.

“Fine you win, everywhere but your lips it is,” he says, “Any other fun things that you want to take from me?”

Heat creeps to your face, as you suddenly find it hard to look at him. His hands find your thighs once more, this time slightly higher than they were. You couldn’t think of anything, or perhaps you just didn’t want to find anything else, so you just shake your head.

“Excellent.”

“So..what do we do?” you ask, your gaze straying from his. Eddie cocks his head, not sure what you fully meant by the question.

“Y/n, If I have to explain to you how to have sex, then maybe we shouldn’t be doing thing.” He shrugs, an amused frown on his lips. You scoff, rolling your eyes at his comment.

“You’re so funny, but that's not what I meant asshat, I meant how do we start this?” you huff. Eddie just chuckles.

“Do you trust me?”

It was your turn to find his question incredibly stupid, considering you were about to give yourself to him.

“That’s a stupid question, Eddie. Besides we both know that I only trust you as far as I can through you, and I can’t even pick you up.”

He nods along, “Touche, okay then just relax and I will get us started, yeah?” His finger finds your chin, tilting it up ever so slightly so that he can meet your eyes, his brown orbs boring into you with a sense of anticipation. He gives you a quick wink, and lets go of your face, his hands coming down to the hem of your Hellfire shirt, the very one that was currently driving him mad.

He was so thankful that you couldn’t see or even feel the semi-hard on that he was already sporting just beneath his jeans, because if you could... Slowly inching his hands underneath your shirt, you take over, pulling it from your form and tossing it to the floor.

Eddie stares at you, clearly in some type of trance as his eyes rove over the curvature of your breasts held tightly by your little sheer red bra, the perfect contrast to your skin. His lack of words was starting to worry you as he just stood there, staring at you so plainly.

“Damn, you're pretty,” he mumbles, looking like a child in a candy store, completely unable to pull his eyes away from you. He blinks a couple of times before he's somehow managed to pull himself together. Quick to resume his actions, his hand finding your jaw, guiding it so that more of your neck is exposed to him. His other hand falls to rest on the table, fingers hanging off the edge as they rhythmically tap against the side. Eddie presses a soft innocent kiss just below your ear, letting his lips and teeth glide over the curve of your neck ever so gently. His breath hot against your skin, mixed with the sharp pang of his teeth just over your pulse point was making your head foggy, and your legs weak.

Eddie doesn't miss the way your nails do their best to sink into the wood of the table as he begins to lightly suck on your skin, assuredly leaving marks. If there was any part of you that was thinking logically, which there wasn’t, you might have told him to cut it out, but you couldn’t deny just how wonderful it felt to have his lips on your skin.

His hand falls from your jaw, instantly finding your hip gripping it tightly as if it was his only anchor to reality, the slightest bit of sting from coldness from his rings against the burning contrast of your skin. Nipping at your neck, smoothing over the purple welts with his tongue. You let your mouth hang open as a moan leaves your lips. Goosebumps lining your skin with every touch, every little graze from his teeth, or from the way his breath fans across your heated skin. It felt strange to have your body reacting the way it was, considering the nature of everything, but it felt good.

Placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, as he lowers himself just enough to kiss the soft skin on the tops of your breasts. Nipples hardening as a sense of avidity consumes you. You watch closely, hungrily, as his tongue darts out, tracing your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, flicking his tongue over the hardening bud, as his eyes drift up to yours, catching your heated gaze, as he bites down on it, sending you into a fit.

A groan from the back of your throat is ripped from you, as you gaze into his lustful brown eyes, the subtlest smirk on his lips, currently wrapped around your precious nipple.

“Fuck,” you breathe.

Eddie’s hand slides down to your ass, gripping it tightly as he suddenly pulls you forward on the table and into him. It's now that you can feel him pressing into your clothed core. You feel your walls clench at the slightest bit of pressure to your cunt. You needed him, needed some type of friction from him, and at this point, anything would do. Slowly rocking your hips against his, listening to the way he groans against your skin, and reveling in the way that it goes straight to your core. Eddie slowly begins to push you back against the table, leaving wet kisses down your sternum, his hand grazing the side of your body just right.

You let your eyes fall shut when your head hits the table, your back arches as something sharp digs into your spine.

“Oww!”

Propping yourself up on your elbows, slightly peeved at that stop if Eddie’s actions, your lips already in a downturn.

“What? What's wrong?” Eddie asks, his brows knitted together and eyes narrowed as he scans over your face.

“This table is not it, Eddie, there is shit all over it,” you remark, pouting slightly, your bottom lip jutting out.

He takes a quick glance behind you, picking up the culprit that had undoubtedly caused the problem. Humming as he examines the figurine.

“Hmm, I see…” he pauses, aimlessly scanning the room, “Okay give me a second, I have an idea.”

Reluctantly he pulls away from you, giving you a once over with a smirk before he's disappeared behind one of the stage curtains. Faint sounds of him shuffling around are the only indication that he was still there. You had no idea what he was up to, but you hoped that whatever it was, he would do it quickly, because you were getting impatient. You didn’t want for whatever haze of ‘fucking your best friend for fun, and there is totally nothing weird about it at all,’ to wear off and for you to come to your senses.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” you call out. When he doesn't answer, you hop down off the table in search of him, disappearing behind the same curtain. Your eyes widen as you see what he was doing, making a makeshift pallet on the floor with blankets and pillows from different prop sets.

“And Voila.”

You stare at him blankly, your brows slowly knitting together the longer you look at him.

“What the hell is this?” you chuckle.

“Listen, If you don't want this, I guarantee someone else will,” he remarks, gesturing to his body and the pallet with a cheesy grin.

“Oh I’m sure they would,” you joke, looking back down to the makeshift pallet. If things were different, you might have considered his gesture a romantic one but as of right now, it was a simple solution to a problem.

“Alright, milady, lay down!”

“Oh my god, you're such a dork,” You say, missing the little bow he gives you as you move past him. lowering yourself to lie down, using your elbows to prop yourself up as you look up at him.

The air holds a thickness to it as you both stare at each other expectantly, waiting for something to be said or done. Eddie moves forward, falling to his knees in front of you, his eyes trained on yours. Placing a few kisses on your sternum, moving down as he sucks, kisses and licks at your skin.

“Eddie,” you moan, gathering all of his attention.

“Yes?” he asks coolly, despite actually freaking out on the inside.

Looking him up and down quickly, you sigh, “This is hardly fair, you’re still fully clothed.”

You watch as the corner of his lips tug upwards, and a cheeky grin takes over, the slight alone making your core throb.

“If you wanted me to take my clothes off, you should have just asked, darling.”

You watch in awe as his tongue glides over his teeth, his hands finding the bottom of his hellfire shirt, and pulling it off in a fluid motion. You’d seen Eddie like this countless times, shirtless, hell you had even seen him in nothing but boxers before, and each time you took a moment to look him over, to just admire him, but this time felt different. This time you couldn’t peel your eyes from him, you wanted to see every inch, wanted to trace your finger over every tattoo, let your tongue glide across his skin even. You let yourself indulge, admiring his lean frame and the few tattoos that lined his skin for a few moments, curious if you would ever get to experience this again.

He begins to crawl up the length of your body, using his arms to cage you, as he just barely hovers above you. The familiar chain and guitar pick dangling just before your eyes as a silent taunt, convincing you to grab it. Heartbeat hastening as you take in the scent of him, the musk with the subtle sweet elements, as he comes to a stop, face inches from yours. His sights set on your lips, wondering if he could get away with stealing a single

kiss, or if it would end up in you hitting him and being mad, risking all of this to come to an end. Wetting your lips, you nearly forget about the one rule set in place, thinking that maybe, just maybe it would be alright, that you could do it, and things wouldn’t end badly, but the thought is cut short when you feel the clasps on your bra break free.

Eyes wide as you stare at him, wondering how you didn’t notice his hand now placed on your back.

“Would you look at that..” he starts, brows raised in a sense of amusement, pulling the straps away from your arms as he pulls the thin fabric from your body. Looking down at you, shamelessly taking in the sight, he pulls his lips into a thin line.

“Yep I was right, you have the best tits, Anna Wilkinson never stood a chance,” he says, pulling his gaze back to yours. Rolling your eyes, you give him a playful shove.

“You are so goddamn cringy…just shut up and fuck me already,” you say with a smile, chuckling at the way his eyes widen.

“Well, aren't you romantic?”

Eddie’s index finger comes up to the top of your forehead, pushing your head back as a means to tell you to lay back down. Rolling your eyes you oblige, chuckling softly to yourself.

“One of us has to be, and from the looks of it, it has to be me.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. Bringing himself to hover back over you. Moving down your body slightly, taking one of your breasts in the palm of his hand, palming it all while listening to that little gasp that leaves you at the contact.

“Eddie?” you whine.

“Y/n…?” he retorts, mockingly.

“Hurry up..” you demand.

Eddie, brings your perky nipple between his index finger and his thumb, looking up at you, pushing his lip out to mock you.

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you manners? Usually when you want something, you say that pretty little word, you know the one…it starts with a ‘p’..” he says, grinning wildly.

You scowl back, not wanting to give him that satisfaction, but when he squeezes your nipple, you cry out a please, one to which he chuckles at.

“See that wasn’t so hard, now was it, baby?”

He leans down, running his tongue over the bud, before he sucks it into his mouth with a soft moan, using his other hand to palm at your other breast, kneading it, taking in every sound that leaves your lips. Your hips move involuntarily, grinding against his to gain some friction against your aching cunt. Eddie groans loudly, pulling his mouth from you as he looks up at you like you had just done something unspeakable to him. It was almost like a switch had flipped in him.

His fingers move to your pants, quick to undo the button of your jeans. He grabs your ankle, pulling the lace from your shoes as he pulls them off and tosses it behind him, moving to the next one.

“Thanks”

Eddie jerks your pants down your body, and tosses them to the ground.

“Anytime.”

He lowers himself so that his lips hover just barely over your navel, eyes glued to yours as his tongue darts out across your skin, letting it turn to open mouth kisses down your body.

“I’m going to be honest, I want to eat you out.” he states plainly, his fingers toying with the thin cotton fabric of your panties, waiting for any objections to leave you at his request.

“Well, then do it, Eddie,” you say, pushing your legs further apart, indicating that you wanted him to proceed. “I'm not stopping you.”

Eddie bites down on his lower lips, biting back the shit eating grin that was taking over his lips.

“Oh trust me, nothing is stopping me other than these obnoxiously cute panties you’ve got on here, I just wanted to tell you.”

He says, giving a brow wiggle to emphasize his point. Looping his fingers around the band on your panties, pulling them down your legs to expose your cunt. A wide grin expands across Eddie’s lips, running his tongue over them as he looks down at you.

“I know I said it already, but you are so fucking pretty…Can I-” “Have at it big boy.” you chuckle at the way his eyes sat open wide and his mouth slightly agape. If you didn’t know any better you might have thought that he had been wanting this, waiting for a lifetime just to see you like this. He doesn't hesitate to touch you, running his fingers through your folds ever so sweetly, circling your entrance. Your eyes screw shut when you feel one of his fingers sink into you, curling it to brush that spot that drove you wild. He watches in awe as he slowly works it in and out of you. Taking note of the way your breathing changes when he moves his finger a certain way, or the way that your walls clench around his finger when he curls it.

He pulls his finger from you, positioning himself between your legs looking up at you with an eager smile.

Feeling your face flush, you turn your head slightly, pulling your gaze from him slightly embarrassed to be watching him do such an intimate thing to you.

Eddie slaps your thighs, demanding that you look at him as he rises slightly from his position. Eyes darting towards him in surprise, as he gives you a look of challenge.

“If im doing this,” he starts, his voice now low and gruff. He holds up two of his fingers, gesturing back and forth for your eyes to stay on him. You didn’t even realize it until it was too late, but a whimper escaped you at his blatant demand, the way he so casually told you that he wanted you to watch him devour you. He gives you that look of ‘do you understand’ and you are relieved when the subtle nod of your head is enough for him. He holds those fingers up close to his mouth, spreading them slightly before he sticks his tongue out between them with a wink. A crude gesture.

He’s back down between your legs, slinging them over his broad shoulders, kissing, licking, nipping at your thighs as he makes his way up to your cunt, licking a strip from hole to clit, with the flick of his tongue. Your legs tense as the sensation, but quickly relax as he continues.

His tongue darts inside of you, watching your brows crease with a grin on his face. He never thought he would get to see you this way, even though he’d been thinking about it for years, but here you were, actually laid out in front of him, completely at his mercy and he loved it.

One hand flying to tangle in his precious dark locks, the very ones that no one was allowed to touch, except you on a few rare occasions, one of those being now, whilst your other finds the blanket that you were currently situated on, gripping at it tightly when he switches to sucking harshly on your clit.

Low groans leave Eddie every time to tug on his hair, urging him closer to your needy cunt. His hips rut against the pallet hoping to relieve some of the ache to no avail. He needed you, but not before he finished devouring you.

“Shit you taste good.” he hums.

With each greedy swipe of his tongue your legs begin to tremble, slowly starting to close around his head, your hips starting to rise to meet him. His right hand snaking around your waist to pull you back down and keep you there.

His left hand dragging up your inner thigh, his ring clad fingers teasing your entrance before he slips a digit in, noting the way your mouth falls open and a moan seeps out, drawing in his attention. God, he hated that you took away the one thing he had been wanting to do for ages, especially when that very mouth was making such sinful sounds, even more so because he was causing them. There were plenty of things he wanted to do to your pretty little mouth, but right now the only thing he could focus on was kissing them, and it drove him crazy.

“Does that feel good?” he smiles, watching as your eyes fall shut.

With a few pumps of his finger, he quickly adds another, curling them perfectly inside you. You kick your head back while letting out a loud moan at the added sensation.

“Fuck, Eddie!”

He chuckles lightly, watching you squirm. “Didn’t I say eyes on me?” he goads, “Because I will stop.”

Your eyes shoot open, darting down at his smug face. “There’s a good girl.” he coos, clearly satisfied with the way things were going.

The mixture of his precious mouth sucking, and licking at your clit in a perfect pattern and the movements of his fingers, soon has your vision blurring and legs clenching around his head, as your orgasm hits you. You clamp your eyes shut, as you call out his name into the open air, reeling as your body jolts with each wave of pleasure that he was giving you.

Eddie doesn’t stop, he watches eagerly as you writhe and come completely undone, his tongue still slowly toying with your cunt.

“Eds,” you whine out, hoping that he would get the hint.

With one final flick of his tongue he pulls away from you, a wolfish grin on his glistening lips. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sticking them in his mouth as he cleans them off, before pulling them back out with a pop. Watching you carefully as you catch your breath. Your eyes widen as you watch him, completely speechless at his actions, opening your mouth to say something only to be cut off by him.

“Did you really think I was going to pass on that opportunity?” He asks brows raised.

Clamping your mouth shut you look away, heat filling your cheeks.

“Fuck.”

Your eyes dart back to him, concern filling your features, and Eddie has to bite back the smile.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Well I am now missing a ring, and I’m 98.7% sure that it’s stuck inside your cunt.” He states, an amused look on his face. Panic starts to set in as your hand darts down to the apex of your thighs.

“Are you fucking serious, Edward?!” You pause, your face contorted, as you stare at him, taking in the shit eating grin growing on his glossed lips.

“No im fucking kidding,” he chuckles, holding up his hand and the so called missing ring, as he slides it back into place. “Could you imagine,” he adds, wiping his brow as if to say ‘disaster averted.’ You’re up on your knees in front of him instantly, about ready to hit him for his foolery.

“That was not fucking funny!” You exclaim, to which Eddie rolls his eyes plainly.

“Eh, that’s debatable, but it’s neither here nor there so let’s just move on, shall we.”

God you hated him, thinking that such an action would be considered funny. As the panic starts to die down, you can still feel the sense of desire still weighing heavy on you. Finding some of your confidence, you lean closer to him, your hands resting on his belt as you unfasten it and look up at him.

“Woah, you can't look at me like that,” he remarks, feeling his pants grow slightly tighter at the sight of you.

“Like what?” You feign innocence.

“Like that, you’ve got the ‘please let me suck you off look,’ and it’s doing things to me.”

You feel your pussy clench, the thought of him in your mouth was one that you weren’t opposed to in the slightest.

“And what If I wanted too?” you ask sheepishly, batting your lashes at him as you tug his pants down, leaving him in just his boxers.

“Come on sweetheart, you’re killing me here,” he sighs, feeling his heart banging against his chest like it wanted to break free. You were in fact, slowly by slowly, killing him. Making him unbelievably hard with each and everything that you did, and he hated it, well as much as he could. You loop your fingers around the band of his boxers, waiting for the go ahead, before you proceed, pulling down his boxers to let his cock free.

It scared you the way your body instantly reacted to him, to the sight of him alone. It was a lie to say that you weren’t eager to know just how good he would feel inside you, stretching you out perfectly, and all for him nonetheless, your legs feeling sticky hot.

Swallowing hard to take a minute to admire him, hard, perfectly curved, and leaking drops of precum down the shaft, that you couldn’t stop yourself from tasting. Your eyes meet his quickly before you take him into your awaiting palm, leaning forward to lick up the mess, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him onto your mouth with a moan.

“Fuck baby,” he moans. It was a soft and earthy moan, delicate and yet gruff at the same time, music to your ears, and you hated to admit, but you could listen to it forever. Your tongue glides over the prominent vein as you licked at the entirety of him. He stares down at you in awe, like he had never seen anything prettier in his entire life, and truth be told, he would argue that he hadn’t. As you take him further into your mouth, gagging slightly, as he slowly thrust his hips forward with a deep groan.

“mmm, s-shit… s-sweetheart… s’fucking, fuck.”

He could feel himself nearing the edge, especially when you started to use your hand to work the rest of him, or the way spit began to dribble down the sides of your face. He wasn’t going to last, and he was going to be damned if he was going to spend it in your mouth before he got the chance to feel your precious little cunt wrapped around him.

With nothing but sheer willpower he eases you off of him, looking down at you with a pout on his face. He runs his thumbs across the sides of your mouth, wiping away the spit.

“You keep doing that and I am not going to last at all, and I fucking hate that because that felt so damn good, but we agreed that we were going to fuck, so,” he explains, raising his brow.

“Shame, I was having fun.”

Eddie gives a breathy chuckle, as he pushes you to lie on your back, lowering himself with you the entire way. Kicking off his shoes and the rest of his clothes, it’s finally dawned on you that you were both now fully exposed, and there was no going back now.

“So..”

“So…” you respond, finding it hard to meet his gaze.

Eddie clears his throat, biting at the inside of his cheek. “Is this how you want to do it, position wise I mean, because I am not opposed, I just want to kno-”

“No I like this, it's a good solid position you know.” you shrug, blush creeping to your cheeks. “Or I mean, I could…I could ride you if you want that too?”

You felt utterly stupid even suggesting it, but the way his eyes light up has heat pooling in your belly.

“Yeah? Yeah that sounds good too.”

Eddie felt like a damn child at Christmas with the way you wanted to ride him. God he was in heaven. He does his best to keep his cool, acting like it didn’t really matter to him in the slightest, but he wasn’t as good at it as he originally thought. His dark eyes were wide, longing almost, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Well then, let’s try that.”

“Alright then, let's do this, sweetheart,” he says with a click of his tongue. He looks down momentarily, his smile fading and his brows knitting together.

“Fuck, um I don’t have a condom..”

You roll your eyes, “I have some condoms in my backpack,” you say, pointing to your bag leaning against the table. It caught you by surprise, the fact that he didn’t at least have one on him. Not that you thought about it a lot but you would have Eddie pegged as someone who would never leave the house without one. You would like to say you knew all about his sexual exploits, but it dawned on you that there could have been plenty of encounters that he had failed to mention, so the thought of him without the necessary ‘tools’ to fuck someone seemed strange.

“Why don’t you have one? I thought you were fucking girls all the time?” You ask, watching as Eddie pulls himself up from the ground and hurries over to your bag, pulling it open to search through the pockets.

He looks back at you, amusement written on his face.

“Yeah, um that’s why I’m out, dummy.” Flipping through the bag he sighs, “Where the fuck are they?”

“Back zipper, behind my textbooks.” you call back, “Well, it might just be me, but you should probably replenish your stash.”

He opens the zipper, letting his mouth fall open at the sight.

“Why would I need to do that when you’ve got enough for both of us right here. There’s no fucking reason I should need to have any of my own, but that’s besides the point. What.the.fuck. Are you doing, that you need this many condoms..in your backpack?” he asks, holding up a handful, dropping a few.

“What?! A girl has to be prepared,” you argue, “never know when I’m going to need them, you know, and thank god I had some.” You say, brow raised as if to emphasize a point.

He shakes his head in disbelief, brows knitted together, and eyes narrowed on you.

“You do realize you don’t need condoms to mind-fuck someone, right y/n?”

He throws them back in your bag, keeping a hold of one of them as he makes his way back over to you, falling to his knees as he slowly shakes his head.

“I mean thank god, Steve can’t get you pregnant now, you know with all the fucking you guys do…in your head…”

“Ha ha, very funny, Munson.”

Biting at your lower lip as you impatiently watch him roll the condom on.

“I’m just saying, better safe than sorry,” he shrugs, giving a little pout of his lips. Rolling your eyes, you prop yourself up on your knees, pushing him down on his back. Swinging your leg over his midsection, you line yourself up, his cock nudging your still sensitive clit, and you hiss at the contact.

“Yeah well.. anyway, ready?” You weren’t entirely sure if you were but there was only one way to find out. Eddie’s greedy hands find your waist as he pulls you down, his tip just barely inside you.

“Yeah, you?”

You nod your head, letting yourself sink down onto his length, grabbing onto his arm as you focus on the way he is stretching you out, filling you up deliciously.

“Damn, you’re tight.” he says through gritted teeth. Your head falls back and your lips fall open, soft whines leaving your lips as you work your hips to better take him.

“No, y-you're just s-so big.”

Eddie’s head falls back with a soft thump and you’re not sure if it was because of what you said or something entirely different. “Y/n..” it’s like a reverent lullaby the way he says your name. “You are killing me.”

As he bottoms out inside of you, you both still, almost too scared to move, too afraid for it all to come to an end. Looking down at him, your best friend, hair a tangled mess around his head and face, pupils blown, neck perfectly on display adorned by that damned necklace, and his lips. Lips that had just spoken your name ever so sweetly. You knew that everything was going to have to change, maybe not for the worst and maybe not for the better, but definitely change. There was no going back now and nothing could change it.

It was involuntary, the way you clench around his cock, watching as his eyes fall shut for a brief moment. You don’t know what was happening to you, the way your pulse quickened at the sound of his soft, beautiful moan, or the way that a strange sensation, one that you could almost, almost, describe as butterflies filled you. It meant nothing, because why would it? Why should it mean anything?

You hadn't even realized that he was staring back at you, watching intently on the way your chest was heaving, the way your breast moved with each rise and fall of your chest. Letting his eyes drift the length of your body, stealing a glance at where you were so perfectly connected, as he lets out a shuttered sigh of relief.

He notices the part of your lips, pink and still slightly swollen, as you breathe softly. He had never wanted anything more than to kiss you, feel your tongue collide with his, it was nothing shy of torture.

His eyes drift up to yours, the glazed over looks piques his interest, and he’s forced to wonder just what that pretty little mind of yours was thinking. He squeezes your thighs, pulling you from the haze, and your eyes meet him, locking as you feel the embarrassment fill you.

“We gonna do this?” He says softly.

“Yeah of course, I was just adjusting.” You chuckle, giving him a wink. Before you have any more time to think about anything else you start to move, finding a suitable rhythm to have both of you moaning. His fingers press harder into the flesh of your hips as your ass comes down against his lap, as you keenly bounce on his cock.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, “you’re taking me so well.”

Why? Why did he have to say that? You whine, feeling that familiar heat building inside you once more. Eddie meets your thrusts with ones of his own, each one bringing pleasure and pain as he begins to hit every deep spot inside you, ones you had never managed to do yourself.

“S-shit Munson,” you cry out, your head lulling back on your shoulders, as he drives into you. Part of you just wanted to let go, let him fuck you senseless. To just lie back and enjoy it all, and strangely enough he sensed it. “Eddie, give me more, p-please.”

Eddie groans knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Anything for you, sweetheart.” With one fluid motion he had your back pressed firmly against the pallet, your hands falling above your head, and he can’t help but admire the way you look.

Eddie grabs your ankles, slinging them over his shoulders providing him a whole new angle to fuck you. Deeper and harder. The stretch of him, stings, burns even causing your vision to start to blur. Fuck it was perfect, well almost.

“Better?” He finds it hard to speak, his pace quickening as he drills into you, relishing in the delicious pull you were giving him, your walls clinging to him like a vice.

“Oh f-fuck Eddie, yes..yes..” it had never felt so right to say his name in such a manner, and it scared part of you to your core. He watches in awe at the way your tits bounce with each thrust, and the way your arms tangle lazily around each other, your teeth coming out to sink into your bottom lip and your eyes fall closed.

The poor boy had almost thought that he had finally died and had gone to heaven, but he knew it wasn’t, because if it was, he would have his tongue shoved so far down your throat at this point. Truth be told, he was going to be damned if he didn’t get to kiss you at least once at some point.

“Fuck you look so goddamn pretty, so perfect” he didn’t want you to catch the last part but you did, you heard all of it. Eddie, nearing his climax, snakes his hand down to your clit, thumb massaging tight circles into it, ones that make your body squirm, ones that match the pace of his thrusts. You can feel your sweet release burning deep in your stomach, while your head begins to spin. The drawl of his cock, moving in a sweet yet simple pace, and the tempo that he was keeping with the pad of his thumb, was rendering you completely drunk.

“Mmmm fuck…..baby…” Eddie groans, lowering himself down to you, the familiar chain dangling in your face. His lips were so close to yours, his labored breaths fanning across your face, his eyes meeting yours. You hadn’t noticed it until then, and perhaps it hadn’t always been there, but in this exact moment, his eyes held a deep sense of adoration in them, like he was looking at something that meant the world to him. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and before you can process, his lips are pressed against yours. Shocked, your eyes widen, and your breath hitches. Nothing was working, your body had gone numb as you felt your release take over. Every part of your body sets a flame, as your back bows off the pallet and your eyes fall shut.

Your cunt spasms around him as his own release gives, his hips stuttering with each thrust. Your name tumbling from his lips against yours. Somewhere deep inside of you surfaced, taking control as you reach up and grab the guitar pick that was dangling in front of you, and use it to close the gap between you and Eddie. Crashing your lips against his in a heated and messy kiss. The one simple rule, now a distant memory.

Eddie’s hips halt as he stills inside you, bringing his arm around to rest under your back as he deepens the kiss. He didn’t care if the kiss was a result of your shared highs, and would most likely last only a second more before you both pulled away and would pretend that it didn’t happen. You on the other hand, had no idea what possessed you to kiss him back, especially like you did. At some point in the night you had lost all sense of logic and reason. You would argue that some ulterior force hijacked you, making you think that whatever this was, was the right choice.

You pull away from him, still too stunned to say anything, and from the looks of it, so was he. Pupils blown, and a look of surprise on his face. The room is silent except for the sounds of the pair of you fighting to catch your breaths. Both of you are far too afraid to make any sudden movements, as you fight to meet each other’s gaze. It felt like a lifetime had passed by the time Eddie pulled out of you, discarding the spent condom, and plopping down beside you.

Staring up at all the stage lights wondering who was going to speak first and cut the tension, and you felt relieved and nervous all at the same time when you heard Eddie’s mouth open.

“Well that was..” he says, clearing his throat. He fights the urge to look over at your still figure, as you do the same.

“Yeah…yeah it was..” you croak, your voice broken.

The silence settles again, and you can’t help but wonder what was going on in the beautiful head of his, not that you knew even what was going on in your. Neither of you had ever been at more of a loss for words than you were right now. This was a first.

“So how’s Rebecca?” You ask, unsure of why you thought that this was the topic that most definitely needed to be brought up at this moment.

Eddie bursts out into laughter as his hand flies up to wipe over his face.

“Really!? Now? This is the conversation you want to have now of all times?” He chuckles, finally looking over at you to see that you were already looking at him with wide eyes. You giggle, feeling slightly embarrassed but relieved that the tension had been cute.

“Well believe it or not Eddie, I have never been in this position before, so I’m not really sure whats good in the state of post best friend fucking conversations?” you huff a laugh, rolling your eyes as he gives you a suggestive look.

“Well we both know you're lying when you say you’ve never been in that position before..”

Grabbing the pillow beside you, you swing it at his head, laughing when you hear the muffled sounds of a grunt.

“Ha ha ha.” you say sarcastically.

“Rebecca is great by the way, thanks for asking.” He says with a wolfish grin, “I don’t really think it's going anywhere though but who knows. I mean we’re not really out of the ‘hey can I buy some weed off of you?’ ‘Sure thing’ ‘you’re so cool Eddie’ phase just yet, but things seem to be turning around, maybe sooner or later I’ll find some courage to actually talk to her, but I seriously doubt it.” he jokes, to which you roll your eyes.

“Well if it means anything, I don’t like her, so.” you smile back.

“Oh, well then in that case, I am just going to have to forget about her it seems, you know since you don’t like her.” he deadpans, the sarcasm heavy in his tone.

“Good, I’m glad you get it.” You let your gaze linger on him a moment more, letting it drift down the length of his body, biting at the inside of your cheek.

“Getting a good look?” he asks, watching as the blush creeps to your cheeks.

“Oh shut up.” you retort.

You locate your clothes quickly, and slip into them, aware that his eyes are trained on you every step of the way.

“Getting a good look?” you mock, turning to see him blatantly staring.

“Yeah well it's not everyday you get to see your best friend naked, so I figured that I would commit it to memory, you know, just in case.”

Eddie looks at you, the familiar glint of mischief behind his eyes. Grabbing his clothes you toss them at him, your hands falling to your hips.

“Mhm, just in case of what, Eddie?”

Eddie drags on his clothes, standing up to tower over you, fixing his belt while he looks down at you, eyes narrowed with that mischievous glint.

“Just in case, you die but your face gets horribly disfigured and they come to me needing to ID you, but all that's left is your body, and then I can tell them ‘yep officer, that's her alright, I’d know those tits anywhere, they’re better than Anne Wilkinson’s.’”

You shake your head, biting at your lower lip to hide the laugh that was begging to escape.

“So you see, I’m just looking out for you, baby.” He winks. He begins to pick up the blankets that you were just using, unable to stop yourself from admiring the expanse of his back currently covered by his denim vest, or the curve of his ass, as he bends over. Stop!

Your stomach flutters, and you swallow hard, clearing your throat as you make your way back to the table, picking up your backpack, and plopping it down on the table, grabbing out a few spare condoms. Eddie makes his way over to you with a smile, as you hold out your hand for him.

“Here.”

Eddie holds out his own hand, skepticism on his face, as he waits for you to reveal yours.

“What are you giving me?”

You drop a handful of condoms into his awaiting palm, with a smile of your own.

“Wouldn’t want you to be unprepared for any other sexual voyages you encounter now would we. It’s like what you always say, better safe than sorry.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder, beaming at him as you make your way to the door, leaning against the frame.

“Now will you please take me home? I need to shower.” you quip, folding your arms over your chest.

Eddie flashes you the cheesiest smile, sliding the condoms into his pocket.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

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Heyy can I get a Matt Holt x Shiros sister reader who’s like best friends with Pidge?? Thank you!!

This is such a specific request, plz IM OBSESSED PLZ this is too cute I can’t. Thank you again anon! I’m feeling so confident in my writing with all these requests I’ve been getting. AH Thank you all sm for being patient with meeeee 🥹❤️‍🔥 love y’all so much fr

I’m doin headcanons, hope that’s chill 🤷🏻

Ps: THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRYYYYY

Y’all for sure met through Shiro. Shiro introduced you to Matt and the rest of the Holt family long before they even knew they’d be going to Kerberos together.

Instantly, you and Pidge clicked, besties for the resties. You weren’t necessarily as smart as she was but you were always so curious and interested in what she was in to.

You and Pidge became really close considering you were only two years older than her. And because Matt and Pidge were always very close, y’all became the three amigos real fast.

Matt always enjoyed your company, he thought you were funny and kind and open minded. He liked you but he always felt like you were more of Pidge’s friend than his friend.

Only a couple months after meeting the Holts, Shiro noticed they were all you’d ever talk about. He also noticed how differently you spoke about each of the siblings.

When you talked about Pidge, it was like you were talking about a super hero, some cool cosmic thing that’s almost too hard to even explain.

But when you’d talk about Matt, big bro Shiro could tell you had a crush from the get go. When talking about him, you’d say his name a lot and you couldn’t even look at Shiro, a smile would poke at the corners of your lips and you’d look down at your lap awkwardly. And Shiro’s like 😏

Because of your close friendship with Pidge, you tried very hard to push your feelings down and just look at Matt as a friend. I mean he is your friend after all. Let’s just keep it that way.

When Shiro got the news of the Kerberos mission approval, you were the first person he told, just before he told Adam. And of course you were excited!!! Your big brother is going TO SPACE OMFGGGG

You def cried…a lot. And hugged him…a lot.

I have to mention…being Shiro’s sibling means being Keith’s sibling. You two are Keith’s chosen family for sure. So you were a big comfort to Keith upon hearing that Shiro would be gone for a while.

The next time you saw Matt, you were sure to congratulate him with an excited smile and a big hug. This was your first time hugging him and it was so nice, it was soft and innocent and warm. You couldn’t wait to do it again.

Matt, Sam and Shiro had many Kerberos meetings at the Holt family home and Shiro would always bring you along. The next several months before the mission were spent with Pidge as you both sneak around to eavesdrop and peak in on the Kerberos mission plans.

The day they left, you cried and hugged Shiro and Matt A LOT. You were a mess, an excited and proud mess tho.

Before he left, Matt told you to take care of his sister while he was gone and you promised him you’d look after her. He told you he was very relieved to know that you would keep Pidge company while he was away. And he knew Pidge would be good company to you while Shiro was gone.

When news of the failed mission came to you, you broke down, you were a mess. You were worried about your brother and your best friend’s brother. Poor Pidge has lost two family members. You couldn’t even imagine how Keith felt…and he disappeared soon after. You had lost both of your brothers in the same instance.

From that moment on, you followed Pidge everywhere and were her biggest supporter and protector. You had to keep your word to Matt to protect his sister and you also wanted to help Pidge in hopes of getting your own brother back.

When Pidge got into the garrison, you began visiting her almost every night. You’d slip through a broken part of the fence or carefully climb over the barbed wire at the top and meet her on the rooftop. You two had spent too many hours to count up there searching for a sign of Matt, Sam and Shiro.

Eventually, you found yourself watching Shiro crash land to Earth and you caught a glimpse of Keith running to save him. You couldn’t help but run in to help as well. Shiro would probably scold you two about putting yourselves in danger later but saving him was just too important.

It felt like you had closed your eyes for mere seconds and when you opened them again, you found yourself in the castle of lions with your brothers, best friend and a couple other garrison cadets. It all happened so fast, one moment you were helping bring Shiro back to Keith’s little hide away and the next you were watching everyone become paladins of voltron.

You didn’t even get the chance to cry or enjoy Shiro’s return, you were thrown straight into a galactic war.

Being the one person who wasn’t a Paladin, you found yourself helping Coran around the castle a lot and training to protect yourself in case you were ever thrown into battle. If you weren’t with Coran or in the training room with Keith, you were always by Pidge’s side. She was your best friend after all.

Often times, you went to Shiro for advice and to vent about your fears and worries and stress. He is so good to you, he always offers you the warmest hugs and gentle pats on the back and when you’re really upset, he’ll kiss your cheek and give you a big smile.

Other than that, you and Shiro often did your own things. You hung out with Pidge way more than you did with Shiro and he didn’t mind it. He was happy you had a best friend as wise and kind as Pidge. Lord knows you don’t have many other friends.

And there’s Matt…he was always a good friend to you. A fantastic friend even. And so in addition to always siding with Pidge and protecting her, you often ran off on your own to look for Matt and their father, Sam.

After many days of holding Pidge as she cried and crying along with her and staying up late to run tests on new tech and ruining mission plans just to go looking for Matt and Sam, Pidge had finally found her brother.

Once the siblings got back to the castle, you were the last to greet Matt. You sort of just stood behind everyone else to stare at him while he hugged Shiro and introduced himself to the others.

When he finally saw you, he looked shocked and excited all at the same time. “(Y/N)?” He said it as if he wasn’t sure if that was really you. You’d both changed a lot since you last saw each other.

Finally, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You ran to him, nearly pushing Shiro out of the way as you hugged him tightly. All he could do was laugh as he hugged you back.

“You look different.” “Yeah, ditto.” You can decide who said what.

Y’all are just so taken aback by seeing each other again under these strange circumstances and now things feel…different. You spent so long, tried so hard to help Pidge find him and now that he’s here, it feels like you know him inside and out. You’ve been picturing him in your mind for so long, wondering if he’s even alive and you’d cry at night thinking about him and you start to panic as you realize you’re still very much in love with him…you still have the same crush on him that you did years ago, when he wore glasses and had braces.

Although you’re happy and relieved to have Matt back, you give the Holt siblings some space for the first few days after his return. You know how close they are and it was very emotional for you when you and Keith rescued Shiro, you just want to give them some private sibling bonding time.

Immediately, they put a stop to that. They both so badly want you to be a part of everything they do. Pidge feels that she will forever be in debt to you for helping her, and Matt is also secretly in love with you is incredibly impressed that you made it all the way up here with the rest of the team and really appreciates that you stuck by his sibling this whole time. You kept your promise and that makes his heart explode ❤️‍🔥

After just a few weeks with Matt around, EVERYONE could begin to feel the tense vibes between you two. Like…y’all are really comfortable around each other and you are decent at pretending to be ‘just friends’ but there are certain times when Matt is just very obviously pining for you and the team can’t NOT notice, he’s just too dramatic for it to go unseen.

Pidge notices first and she’s like “Yep. I saw that one coming from a mile away.” Then she starts to whisper to the rest of the team about it and point it out more often just to embarrass Matt.

She’s terrible, she’ll literally blackmail Matt with threats of telling you how he really feels about you. And he’s like 😥 “Katie, please, no.”

After a couple days of blackmailing to get piggy back rides and get served food and drinks while she works, Pidge begins to actually talk to Matt about it more. She starts to become his little wingman, giving him tips about how to woo you and things she’s learned about you since he’s been gone.

One day, Matt decides to confess his feelings to your brother first. It was a bit awkward at first as Matt stuttered and blushed, but it quickly became a very comfortable and deep talk about how much they both admire you.

Suddenly, he gets a surge of confidence and asks Shiro’s permission to ask you to be his partner, considering that Shiro is one of his closest friends and also his hero. Of course Shiro approved. Y’all are too cute for him to say no. He ships it so hard already.

Matt comes barging into the lions’ hangar where you are assisting Pidge in adding some cool, new invention to her lion. He charges straight up to you with a very concerning look on his face. He’s bright red and breathing quickly and won’t look you in the eye which is very unlike him.

“Matt? What is it? You okay?” And he’s looking nervously back and forth between you and Pidge.

“Spit it out already, Romeo! We have work to do.” Pidge is lowkey grossed out rn. Y’all are cute but you’re her best friend and he’s her brother and she doesn’t want to see it up close like this.

“(Y/N), I think I love you…I-I uh…I’m sorry.” Matt’s so red and scared and stressed rn, omg plz tell this boy how you feel already.

“I love you too, Matt.” And instantly, he’s looking at you and he’s smiling.

He asks you very softly to be his partner and how can you refuse? You’ve been dreaming of this day for so long.

Because y’all are already close friends, the transition into a relationship is super easy. You still geek out together with Pidge and you still talk to each other the same, you just get to do cute couples shit too like cuddle in bed under the blankets and hold hands as you walk together and share quick kisses right in front of Pidge just to gross her out. It’s honestly hilarious.

#long post #voltron legendary defender #voltron x reader #voltron x you #vld #matt voltron #voltron matt #voltron #matt vld #vld matt #matt holt #matt holt x reader #matt x reader #voltron fandom #voltron fanfic

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tiniedemon · 1 year

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drunk confessions

butters stotch / reader

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cw | cartman, alcohol

“just take a couple shots and tell her how you feel,” eric pushed, sliding a shot glass full of tequila towards butters. the blonde male gulped as he stared at the glass, drumming his fingertips against the countertop. the music in stan’s apartment was loud, the walls shaking and butters’ eardrums hurting.

“i dunno,” he stuttered, eric heaving an annoyed sigh. the chubby male rolled his eyes and leaned towards butters.

“dude, just do it. don’t be a pussy.”

butters hesitated for a few moments longer, then slowly drank the shot. he gagged immediately after swallowing, coughing against the burn in his throat and stomach. cartman refilled his shot glass twice more before shooing him away with one hand, the other hand busy pouring himself a full glass of vodka.

butters was feeling loopy as the alcohol kicked in, his smile growing a little dopier and his movements growing a little slower. he spotted you from across the room and approached, his head held high with alcohol induced confidence. one of his hands reached up, tapping your shoulder with one of his fingers.

“hey, leo,” you greeted with a broad smile that left butters feeling insanely lovesick. he grinned at you for a long moment, swaying in place, before he snapped back in.

“hey y/n,” he greeted, voice louder than he anticipated. he giggled at the sound of it, resting a hand on your shoulder to support himself. you were giggling too, albeit a little awkwardly. you weren’t exactly sure what was so funny, but based on the way butters was acting, you guessed he was drunk.

“what’s up, buddy?” you inquired, the softest smile you could muster planted on your face. he made eye contact with you, his glass eye reflecting the low lights of the living room. you couldn’t deny how adorable he looked now, even with the scar marring his left eye.

“i just wanted you to know that i’ve had the hugest crush on you for like ever,” he slurred, leaning into your side. you wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, very aware of his love for physical affection. you guessed he would love it even more if he was being this affectionate when he was drunk.

“oh really?” you cooed, rubbing a hand up and down his fleshy bicep. “i’ve got a crush on you too, leo.”

you watched his face light up with the biggest smile you’d ever seen, him excitedly burying his nose into your shoulder. he squealed and wrapped his arms around you.

“no way!” he exclaimed, doing a little happy dance that wasn’t exactly the most coordinated. he somehow managed to bump you into the wall three feet away.

“let’s get some water in you, sweetheart,” you chuckled, ruffling his mop of blonde hair. he nodded vigorously, his good eye glistening. he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and for a second you let yourself get caught up in his oceanic gaze.

“you’re just the cutest thing ever, leo.”

“well, thank you y/n. you’re so pretty.”

“yeah, yeah. you’re a drunk mess. we gotta get you sobered up.”

“okay beautiful.”

#butters stotch x reader #south park x reader

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garlichoisan · 8 months

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𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐡 [masterlist]

Crush Rush: A feeling of happiness that occurs when a person thinks of, looks at, or interacts in any way with the person they like. Usually impairs one's judgements, resulting in saying or doing stupid things.

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 | 【1】 | 【2】 | 【3】 | 【4】 | 【5】 | 【6】 | 【7】 | 【8 -> pt.1 | pt.2】 | 【9】

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San was often told that he was everything a girl wanted to date: handsome, funny and smart. That was until they got to know him better. Then he was told he was too much, too overwhelming, had too many emotions and was too chaotic. Thus his experience with dating was not as good as one would have thought. The problem: he has the biggest crush on a girl he met whilst studying abroad. But every time he messages his crush, he seems to mess things up further and further. With the help of his hyperactive friends he tries to win Ara's heart but before that, he has to convince her he doesn't actually hate her.

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D I S C L A I M E R S :

💜 1) Crush Rush used to be a social media au for another group but I’ve decided to rebrand it using ATEEZ. The overall story and characters are the same, I just assigned a member to every character and changed some small details. This new version is also gonna be (hopefully) an improvement of the previous one, since it’s gonna be more detailed; besides, I believe my writing is slightly better compared to when I first started the story in September 2020.

💖 2)❗️This story is x READER. It’s f!reader and I gave her a name because I dislike using Y/N but I’ve abstained from giving detailed descriptions of her to improve the reading experience for the people who like x reader stories. My main character is a Korean-American so she has two names: the American one is Aria and the Korean one is Ara.

💙 3) There are quite a few ships in this story so if this is not your cup of tea, feel free to skip. However, note that I DON’T BELIEVE any of those people are dating in real life and I’m not pushing any agenda. I’m just using ships because of the characters, it’s for the aesthetic of the story. Some of the ships you may encounter are Seonghwa & Hongjoong and some weirder ones like Le Sserafim’s Chaewon & Mingi, as well as past Chaewon & Wooyoung. Again, I’m not shipping the actual people who have probably never even interacted properly. Future WooSan is possible too.

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kimbappykidding · 1 year

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How your TXT sibling would react to you having a crush on one of their members

Your older brother Yeonjun with your crush on Soobin - Fully supportive...maybe too supportive

You weren't shy about your crush on Soobin and didn't try and hide it. Your brother Yeonjun knew about it pretty quickly as did the other members but Soobin had no clue! You tried to flirt with him and to make it clear you liked him but Soobin never got it. No matter what you said he just assumed you meant it as friends or were joking. You were getting to the end of your tether so Yeonjun decided to step in a little.

You were over at TxT’s dorm for dinner and the maknaes plus Beomgyu had plans so it was just the three of you. Yeonjun made the dinner, set the table and lit lots of candles. When Soobin asked why,Yeonjun just said he wanted things to be nice and Soobin didn’t push any further. You noticed Yeonjun hadn’t set the table for three however, only two and sure enough right before you were due to eat an emergency came up. “I have to go, something urgent has come up!” he said and you were more than a little embarrassed your brother was doing this for you. “What sort of emergency? A work one? Is Huening okay?” Soobin asked. “What? Yes everything’s fine I just have to go, enjoy the dinner...oh and Soobin, maybe you should ask y/n about that company ball coming up” and he winked before leaving.

Soobin turned to you awkwardly, blushing from Yeonjun’s comment “erm I guess we should eat?”. You nodded and took a seat across from one another both very aware this was basically a date. “I’m sorry Yeonjun ditched us” you said but Soobin shook his head “it’s okay and about the ball Yeonjun mentioned...”. You smiled “it’s okay you don’t have to ask me if you don’t want” you offered but Soobin shook his head “no I would like to attend with you, I’m just embarrassed your brother had to prompt me”. You smiled “if it’s any consolation I’m horrified at him too” and Soobin laughed “so is that a yes?”. You nodded “Yes I’d love to go with you” and Soobin grinned before his phone buzzed and he laughed. “What?” you asked and he smiled “Yeonjun just texted asking if I asked you yet”. You shook your head, your brother may be the biggest shipper you’d ever met.

Your younger brother Soobin with your crush on Yeonjun - Awkward, doesn't know what to do

Yeonjun flirted with absolutely everyone and you happened to have a crush on him. The result of these two things was the two of you flirted a lot! You were confident and so was he so anytime you were together it was quite funny but unfortunately Soobin got caught into the crossfire a lot.

Soobin and yourself were in the kitchen deciding what to buy your parents for Christmas. Soobin would've liked this all to be sorted long ago but you were a lot less organised than him and he'd only been able to get you to sit down and talk about it now. You'd just finished deciding on your mom when Yeonjun entered the kitchen and Soobin knew he'd immediately lost your attention. You were still looking at Soobin and nodding but he knew you were also keeping an eye on Yeonjun behind him who had probably purposefully chosen to wear his tight black tank top knowing you were downstairs.

You "listened" to Soobin's ideas dutifully but when Yeonjun called your name Soobin sighed and told you to go. You smiled at Soobin and stood up to go join Yeonjun. "Yes?" you asked and Yeonjun frowned "I need your opinion of if this sauce is too sweet". You paused "why me? Soobin's the cook". "Yeah but seeing as you're pretty sweet yourself I figured you'd know better". You blushed and hit Yeonjun's arm "that was so bad!". "Oh yeah then why are you blushing?" Yeonjun asked leaning in towards you.

Soobin watched as the two of you flirted without a care in the world. "Why are you even making this? There's no way you eat this stuff" you said and Yeonjun frowned "why?". "Well look at you! You don't get a body like that eating this". Yeonjun smiled "you're one to talk, I've seen you eat a whole pack of cookies and still you have an ass like that?". "Been checking out my ass huh?" you asked and Yeonjun smiled "maybe". That was the last straw for Soobin.

He let out a disgusted groan and jumped up "do you guys even realise I'm still here? Because I am and can hear literally every word!". You had both pretty much forgotten Soobin was there the second you saw one another so looked down guiltily. "Soobin we're so sorry," Yeonjun said and you nodded "we shouldn't be talking like this in front of you and we'll stop". Yeonjun nodded "totally starting right now....y/n you wanna go to my room instead?". You nodded "sure!" and the two of you went upstairs together. Soobin paused wondering what he'd just done and couldn't work out if he'd just accidentally accelerated your relationship...then he sighed. Well, at least now he shouldn't hear it. Then he realised you'd left him to decide what to buy for your dad on his own and he cursed Yeonjun once more for being too damn sexy.

Your big brother Beomgyu with your crush on Huening Kai - Teases you 24/7

Beomgyu LOVED being your older brother because it meant he got to tease you about everything. He adored annoying you or making you angry at him so when he found out you had a crush on Huening Kai it was practically Christmas for him. He was always around to remind you, you were his baby sister and of course he did it in front of Huening Kai.

You and Huening Kai were tentatively starting to date after weeks of shy flirting had made it pretty clear you were both interested in one another. You'd just been for a mini date in the park and then you walked back to the TxT dorm together. You both hesitated outside knowing the guys would be inside and Kai gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before opening the door. It was perfect and you were in such a good mood...until you both stepped inside.

"Oh my god that is the most adorable thing I've ever seen" you heard a voice say and sighed. Beomgyu has been right by the door and judging from his expression he’d been peeping at you two from the peep hole. "The little kiss on the cheek!" Beomgyu cried confirming your suspicion "I nearly burst into tears to see my babies all grown up!". You and Kai both went bright red while Beomgyu grinned like a madman. "The two of you are so cute I have to get a photo!" he cried and snapped one before you could say no. "Adorable! I'm so sending this to mom and dad" he grinned and you glared "Bomgyu don't you dare or I'll tell Yeonjun what you did in his room". "Did someone say my name?" Yeonjun called and you looked at Beomgyu who sighed "fine" and deleted the photo. "But that doesn't change how perfect the two of you are! I just can't believe how big you’re getting!" he said pretending to tear up. "We're literally a year younger than you" Kai laughed and Beomgyu shook his head "are you really arguing with me? If you play your cards right I'll be your older brother-in-law one day". You groaned and immediately began apologising to Kai, promising a proposal wasn't imminent. "Then why did mom give your grandma's ring?" Beomgyu asked jokingly but Kai didn't know that. "He's joking...I'll be right back" you said and launched yourself at Beomgyu who started screaming.

Once you and Beomgyu had finished fighting Beomgyu turned his attention to Huening Kai. "I mean you do have good intentions towards my sister right?" he asked "it's not like you're just doing this for the physical reasons?". "Beomgyu!" you cried horrified and Kai shook his head "no of course not! I really like your sister!". Beomgyu nodded "good...good...so you'll be taking her out for a date again soon right?". Kai nodded a little panicked now "yeah of course! I was going to ask if she was free Tuesday to do something...". Beomgyu nodded "and are you y/n?". "Yeah I am" you said blushing slightly that Huening Kai wanted another date while Beomgyu nodded "good, my work here is done" and he skipped away. You watched him go with a frown on your face, had your brother just gotten you a second date? Oh well, from the blush on Kai's face he'd been planning to ask you all along and you were thrilled to get a second one no matter how you got it.

Your twin Taehyun with your crush on Beomgyu - Too stunned to speak

Taehyun was pretty chill when he got a crush on someone and it was almost impossible to even tell when he had romantic feelings for a person...as his twin one might think you'd be the same but no. You were so obvious that you had a crush on Beomgyu. It literally took one day of you being with him for all the members to realise it including Beomgyu himself but...Beomgyu liked it. He returned your feelings and the two of you had been flirting ever since.

Taehyun was mainly just stunned at everything. How the two of you acted around one another. How much you smiled when the other entered the room. How great your chemistry was! Out of all the members, Beomgyu was the last one he would've thought you'd go for. Beomgyu could be silly and immature but similar to Taehyun you were more practical and quiet. You also didn't really like silly humour but whenever Beomgyu made a joke you couldn't help but smile. Reversely Beomgyu would stop harassing Yeonjun if you asked him to and seemed to use his devious mind for good when you were around...unless one of the guys had something you wanted. Then he'd go full Beomgyu to get it for you.

Taehyun hadn't expected a romance to blossom and certainly not one as perfect and sweet as this. He was pleasantly pleased for both of you. He watched as the two of you ended up sitting together during movie night and how you kept "subtly" watching each other. Beomgyu usually talked through every movie but he was silent in this one. Taehyun saw you shifting closer to Beomgyu and finally Beomgyu put his arm around you and the two of you leaned into one another. Taehyun smirked and you noticed. "What was that look for?" you texted him and Taehyun just smiled even more. "You two are cute" he replied back making you blush. Beomgyu read it over your shoulder and also blushed making Taehyun chuckle. The two of you might be as opposite as possible but as long as you were happy, so was he.

Your little brother Huening Kai with your crush on Taehyun - Honestly he gets it

Huening Kai could easily understand people having a crush on Taehyun. He was smart, nice, funny and of course very handsome but he never expected it to hit you, his sister, quite so hard...or Taehyun for that matter.

It was your aunt's wedding and Taehyun had kindly agreed to give you both a lift home. When the night was over Huening Kai and you headed for the carpark to see Taehyun waiting by his car for you. Taehyun's eyes went to Huening Kai when he spotted him and then you stood behind him. "Y/n" he said and Kai saw him blush as he took in your appearance. You were too busy also blushing to realise and smiled at the floor. "You both look nice" Taehyun said and you smiled "thanks...you look nice too. I mean I know you're wearing your normal clothes but you look good in them anyway. Better than half the guys at the wedding actually!". Taehyun smiled clearly pleased "thanks y/n I think you always look nice too".

Huening Kai could feel the tension in the air as you both smiled at one another. It was a little weird but also cute. "I forgot something inside. i'll be right back" he said excusing himself and he left the room. He went upstairs and basically just sat down for a few minutes to give you time together before coming back out. He came back to the carpark to find the two of you sat in the car talking softly. As he got closer he heard the conversation and smiled. "Yeah I can cook all kinds of things...maybe we should do something sometime..." Taehyun said. "Cook together?" you asked "I'm afraid I won't be much help. I'll probably burn down the kitchen". "Well why don't I just cook for you then?" Taehyun asked and Kai smiled trying to act like he wasn't there. "You'd cook for me?" you asked and Taehyun nodded "yeah you could come over one evening when the guys aren't there and I can make you something. It doesn't have to be a date but it can be if you want it to be" Taehyun said. "I’d like that" you smiled and Kai thought this was a good time to appear. "Hey I got my phone so we can go!" he said making Taehyun and you jump. "Yeah let's go...do you want me to move in the back so you have more room?" you asked. Huening shook his head "no, you ride up in front with Taehyun and keep him company. I'll probably nap on the way home anyway so it will be like I'm not here". Huening Kai put his jacket over his head and laid back closing his eyes. He heard the two of you cautiously begin to chat until you were laughing and joking with one another and smiled. He couldn't think of anyone better for his sister.

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This was requested by @laylasbunbunny! Sorry it took me so long but this was super fun to write!

I’m thinking of doing a more nsfw version so if you liked this one, keep an eye out for that 👁️👁️👁️

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literaphobe · 1 year

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I’ve seen a lot of gender swapped mlb stuff where either one or both of their genders are swapped. How do you think any of those variations would change the love square dynamic or the characters in general, if they would change it all?

GONNA TALK ABOUT WLW LOVE SQUARE. other variations will be elaborated on if u come back and ask my sweet anonie <3

adrienette: i feel like fem adrien would give marinette so many more demons. i could go more in depth about my visions but ifl it would be really funny to see alya try and convince marinette that girl adrien TOTALLY likes her like its SO obvious and marinette is like IT DOESNT MEAN ANYTHING ALYA SHES NICE TO EVERYONE!! plus we dont even know if adrien likes girls!! and adrien walks by only overhearing the last sentence and is like oh! i do like girls :) and then after marinette’s recovered from her heart attack the new meta becomes OKAY BUT WE DONT KNOW IF SHES ATTRACTED TO GIRLS. MAYBE SHE JUST THINKS GIRLS R REALLY FUCKING COOL!! the next day the papers announce that girl adrien is in love w ladybug

ladynoir: chat noir has got the biggest crush on ladybug like she is so seriously gay like if she didnt already know she was gay if she was the most repressed gay girlie in this gay girlie world she would know what she was with ONE look at ladybug. ladybug has no fucking idea chat noir is in love with her. she thinks they are best friends. no one understands this life other than Her. one time some sleazy guy hit on chat and ladybug beat the shit out of him. he just so happened to be akumatized but she was so pissed off and violent about it. the dating rumors and the media are the same about it. aka incredibly invasive and ladybug is just as pissed off that they think they are dating. she gets so aggressive about it to the point where chat noir asks her what she thinks about the lgbt+ community. and chat is like im sorry like im a wlw and if u dont like gay ppl thats okay i just– and then ladybug like kisses her and is like im gay too u idiot its just weird of the media to speculate so harshly and then chat is just like FROZEN and ladybug freaks out shes like IM SO SORRY I SHOULDNT HAVE LIKE I MEAN I SHOULDVE ASKED and chat is like NO ITS OK UVE KISSED ME BEFORE ANYWAY and ladybug is like THATS DIFFERENT I HAD NO CHOICE BUT HERE– and then chat kisses her to calm her down (and shut her up) and pretty much just even the scales in terms of initiated kisses. when news about girl adrien x ladybug breaks out ladybug is like ???!!!!!!!! and chat is like um do u hate that she likes u i mean the news probably waaaayyyy exaggerated what they interrogated out of her and like um so overstretched it probably haha what do u think of blonde models and um adrien i guess like do u hate her do u think shes cool do u think you could fall madly in love with her and spend all your days together

ladrien: ladybug saves girl adriens life and shes like oh thank you ladybug… ur so wonderful 😍 like so clearly into her but ladybug is dense af and also nervous af she doesnt even believe the rumors!! shes like ur welcome girl adrien haha um yeah so um i saw the news but dont worry!!!! i know how the news exaggerates all the time like they always call me and girl chat noir a couple even tho we are not!! and adrien is like oh so like… ud never date chat noir? and ladybug is like uh… we are… friends and partners. do you.. want me to date chat noir? So the news really got it all wrong and you dont like me at all? and adrien is like I DO LIKE YOU… UM WHO WOULDN’T LIKE YOU? <- she has no idea how to save this bc she wants to date ladybug but doesnt know which identity to chase her with best and she thinks ladybug might not like EITHER of her identities so shes like confused at shit but also she very easily gets her hopes up and shes like maybe i should tell her???

marichat: ifl the events of glaciator will always be so inevitable for marichat. like marinette will always look so inviting on that balcony of hers staring off wistfully into the evening air and chat noir will always feel drawn to it when ladybug is nowhere to be found… what would be fun about wlw marichat guys

#ask #mlbposting #miraculous ladybug #love square #idk what else to tag

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idlerin · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

includes: suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi, akaashi keiji, oikawa tooru, miya atsumu

SUNA RINTAROU

[ drabbles ]

a letter to you w/ bf!suna

[ scenarios ]

rainy days w/ neighbor!suna

stars in your eyes (and on your graded papers) w academic rival!suna rintarou

[ fics ]

head first [the ikarus incident] band au (fic)

being the personal assistant of the lead guitarist of one of the biggest bands in the country was no joke.

1. you’ve got a hold of me

2. hypnotized, mesmerized

3. wrapped around your finger

— extra !

[ smaus ]

midnight messages w bf!suna

you’ve ruined my life by not being mine

butterflies on your neck make me quiver (two-part smau)

part 1 — part 2 — ending 1 — ending 2

— [ smau series ]

love sick

cupid! calling cupid! as the resident matchmaker slash hopeless romantic of tokyo university, you are the person people for look to get love advice or to set them up with the love of their lives. when suna rintarou comes to you asking for the opposite, to help fend people away from trying to get with him, to the extremes of even asking to fake date you, you couldn't refuse! mostly because you did owe him since he was on the receiving end of a bunch of your client's unsuccessful love efforts (hey, you do tell them your matchmaking has a 62.3% success rate).

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

[ fics ]

rings that don’t fit arranged marriage au

there’s nothing you would like more than for sakusa kiyoomi to not be your fiancé. but you don’t have a choice, do you? breaking off a 10 year planned engagement wasn’t something easy to do. being forced on weekly dates is tiresome, having to put up with a fiancé with an insufferable personality even more so.

retrospect [the ikarus incident] band au

courting sakusa kiyoomi is not an easy task, especially since he always treats you as if you weren’t serious about it!

1. can i call you mine?

2. the one i’ve been waiting for

3. from the start, it was you

[ smaus ]

they’ve got no idea about me and you

OIKAWA TOORU

[ smaus ]

midnight messages w bf!oikawa

— [ smau series ]

nonsense (smau series)

you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).

AKAASHI KEIJI

[ fics ]

eternal sunshine [the ikarus incident] band au (fic)

you’ve never pictured yourself being in a secret relationship with your long time crush.. you’ve never pictured dating a famous person too but the world works in funny ways.

1. a tiny dosage of your love

2. i just wanna feel your presence

3. each word fell into place

MIYA ATSUMU

VARIOUS

heart on my sleeve — sakusa, oikawa, atsumu (drabble)

#— mlist.#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fics #haikyuu suna rintarou #haikyuu sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu oikawa tooru #haikyuu akaashi keiji #haikyuu miya atsumu

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danni-k · 1 year

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Venting

“My brother is an asshole!” He said throwing back another shot. As usual Rindou was complaining about his brother being a dick. It started with him not being able to play his new mix and now he’s just a horrible person.

“I know you’ve said that already,” you reply rolling your eyes. You’ve become a sounding board for them when they don’t want to talk to each other. At times it funny hearing them belittle the other. Knowing that if anyone else said the same thing they’d be good as dead.

“No you don’t understand. He’s disgusting, he will make the biggest mess and then leave it for me to clean pulling rank.” They had just gotten back from a mission and he was pissed that he did all the heavy lifting while Ran got to be “charming and effervescent” with the targets girlfriend. He didn’t even let him take the lead in the interrogation stating that he was older so he’s the leader.

“Isn’t that what older siblings do?” You ask sipping on your own drink before you turn around on the barstool facing the empty club. They were testing the lights for tonight so the dance floor and cages pulsed their own rhythms while different colors changed above.

“It sucks.” He stated as he refilled both of your glasses.

“I wouldn’t know I was raised like an only child,” you replied nonchalantly.

“Spoiled brat.”

Raising your glass as a toast to him you said, “Only by you.”

“Why are you still here?” The question caused you to pause mid drink. After a beat you stated, “Because my bestie needed me.” Laying his head on the cool surface he said,“As many times as I’ve complained about him you’ve never stayed this long why now?” Turning towards him you asked, “Would you believe me if it was because I didn’t want to go home?”

“No,” ever since he’s known you, you’d prefer to be at home doing nothing and now here it is a perfectly good rainy day and you’re here with him and not at home reading. Laughing you retorted, “Damn you’re right. My boyfriend is late, he got caught up at work and the time got away from him.” Burying his head under his arms his voice was muffled when he said, “Take the train.” Turning back to the stage you bitterly replied, “He doesn’t like when I do that. He’s weirded out by people staring at me. Thinks someone will kidnap me and sell me.”

“They’ll bring you back. Your upkeep cost too much.” He sniffed as he went back to drinking.

“That’s what I said!” Leaning on his elbow he said, “He’s right though. Especially if he keeps this up someone will take you away.” There were many nights that drunk Ran talked about wanting to ruin her for everyone.

“Someone like who? You?” Yes smiling he said, “Maybe, Ran will try, he has a crush on you.”

“What about you? Do you also have a crush on me?”

Finishing the rest of his drink he slammed the crystal on the bar, grabbed you, pulling you in, and kissed you stating, “Nah. Your boyfriend’s here.” Grabbing his coat he walked away leaving you dumbfounded.

@bubble4u @cottacyber @summerxxplosion

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou x reader #rindou x black!reader

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player1064 · 1 month

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If you're still doing prompts: I just saw the rooney pic set and the beckham with carra and just either of Carraville being a hot commodity? Other people having crushes or being into them? And maybe them being obvious because they only have eyes for each other or so? Or being possessive

alright lads I am BACK (the essay uh. dont even worry about it.) I've been distracted from drabbles with a) my beville wip which is getting. long. and b) making a gary character thesis statement video which is also getting. LONG.

Anyway I was gonna do a Gary half to this (w/ Stevie and Michael Owen) but it's already at like 1.2k words with just the Jamie ones so if anyone wants me to write the Gary half u will simply have to send more asks adksjfkjdasfsvdsa...

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Wayne is young, and excited, and he’s scoring a lot of goals.

England is fantastic, it’s a break in the routine, a chance to play with new people. A chance to prove to the whole world that he’s the best there is, that there’s more to the buzz around him than just talk. And there’s so many United players in the squad, there’s no fear of feeling lost or out of his depth.

Except, the United players are all senior United players, that little gang of Phil, Butty, Scholesy, and of course their ringleader Gaz.

Gaz is great, but Wayne has to put up with him every day of his life and he’s not sure he can stomach spending his free time at England camp listening to his ranting when he could be doing literally anything else.

The first time he’d been called up he’d still been with Everton, and being the only player at the club to get in the squad he’d not known anyone when he got to training camp. The Liverpool lot – or rather, Jamie Carragher and his less enthusiastic mates – had adopted him, but now just a few months later everything is different, because now he plays for Manchester United.

It’s stupid, really. The club rivalry stuff. The ‘stick with your own teammates’ stuff. David Beckham doesn’t play for United anymore, but he’s still sat at their table every day, saying stuff that’s not even that funny but that makes Gaz do this stupid over the top laugh that Wayne never hears at any other time.

Gaz’ll have a go at him for it, but he’d rather go sit with Stevie and Carra.

They’re sat at a small table in the canteen, just the two of them and Mo. Except Carra’s not sitting next to Mo like he did last season, there’s no easy banter flowing between any of them. Wayne ignores the tension, or maybe he just doesn’t notice it, and he takes the long awaited opportunity to sit right next to Carra.

Gaz likes to complain about the Scousers, and about Carra in particular. He can’t stand him, thinks he’s after his position in the squad or something, like anyone would want to be a right-back. Last time they’d played Liverpool, Gaz had sat in the dressing room moaning about how Carra was a ‘pathetic little whiny bitch’ and how ‘he’s the most miserable looking footballer I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting’.

Wayne’s not sure where Gaz is getting that from, he’s always thought Carra was quite nice. Friendly, even. And he smells nice, which is unrelated but feels like it’s worth mentioning.

Even now that Wayne’s at one of his club’s biggest rivals, he still gives him a little smile and an “alright, Wazza?”

There’s a little flutter in his chest, and he grins back. “hiya, Carra. How’s things in Liverpool?”

Carra squints at him. “Did Neville send you over to spy on us?”

David is under a lot of pressure.

This was meant to be his last tournament, one last chance for him to finally do it, and now he’s sat in the dugout and every newspaper in the world is asking what his job is meant to be, exactly. He’s not a coach, his latest injury ruled him out of the squad months ago, but he’s still here, and everyone is still watching.

It’s weird, to be away with England and not have Gary by his side. He’s in a hotel in South Africa and he should be going out, enjoying the fact that for once he doesn’t have to be fit to play, but instead he’s staring at the door wishing Gary would walk through and complain about something.

It’s probably not fair to say that he misses Gary (you’re the one who left, you prick), but well – he does miss Gary. He always misses Gary. It’s a world cup, he should be here.

If he’d known, four years ago – if he’d known. He’d’ve done better, tried harder. But what thirty year old thinks they’re at the end of their international career?

So he’s here, now. He’s not a player, not a coach, he’s just David Beckham. Apparently that’s enough. The squad is changing, shifting into something unrecognisable. The senior players don’t bother with the club rivalry thing so much anymore, there’s not enough of them from each club to really justify it. So at lunch he sits with Frank and JT and Gerrard. And Carragher, who’s not got enough caps to really be a senior player at England, but who’s too old now to count as anything else. He’s always around, anyway – sticks to Gerrard like his shadow.

And sometimes – sometimes, David finds himself looking.

He’s all alone out here. He’s under a lot of pressure.

It’s been years, since he’s done anything like that. Four years, in fact. And it’s not that he’s just substituting one defender for another, but he sees a lot of Gary in Jamie. Always cross about something, always moaning. Always pushing himself in training as hard as he possibly can, always pushing the others to do the same.

And he’s not bad to look at, either. Though David’s not sure if that’s a point in his favour or not, he’s always had a bit of a soft spot for the awkward, ugly ones. Or maybe just for that one specific awkward ugly one.

He’s not quite sure how to broach the subject, spends a few days agonising over it before deciding to just get on with it and go knock on the man’s door.

Carragher squints at him when he opens the door. “Does the manager need me for somethin’?” he asks cautiously, like maybe he’s not sure what David’s job is meant to be either.

“Nothing like that, just wondered if we could talk.”

Carragher doesn’t respond, just crosses his arms and waits for David to talk.

“Um, I was thinking more like – in your room?” he says, trying to load as much meaning as he can into the words since Carragher seems a bit slow on the uptake.

Carragher waves him in and he walks ahead to sit on the end of the bed.

“If this is about that fight I had with your mate a few weeks ago, he’s the one who fuckin’ started it.”

“I – what?”

David’s not quite sure when Jamie would have had opportunity to fight any of his mates, or even which mate he might mean – they don’t exactly run in the same circles.

“I swear, he’s always in the referee’s ear, mouthy cunt.”

Ah. Gary.

He wonders when the last time United played Liverpool was. He wonders when the last time was that he asked Gary how a game went.

“We have nothing to do with the referees,” he says automatically, before remembering that he’s not really part of the we anymore, hasn’t been for a long time.

“Yeah, yeah. Well tell your little boyfriend that if he still ‘as a problem he can say it to my face, but it was his man who dived, not mine.”

“That wasn’t why I – you know what, never mind.”

#do i even tag this as carraville. does this count as carraville.#people showing interest in jamie and him immediately being like. this seems like it has to do with gary neville (it never does)#carraville #drabbles

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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Call me your Baby Girl - Gabriel Luna x Reader (slight OC)

Summary: Bella posts a behind the scenes photo dump that has you and Gabriel admitting your feelings for one another

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: F!receiving oral; handjobs; teasing

Notes: Gabriel needs some stories too! I absolutely adore Pedro but just look at this man... he is fucking perfect and needs the same appreciation - also I needed a fc for the insta posts but can be ignored (each nine is one post)

Y/N’s POV

“I come bearing gifts,” Gabriel sits next to me as I pull myself up from my nap on the couch, the blanket still wrapped around me as I take the coffee from my co star, leaning my head on his shoulder as I try to wake up. He just shifts a bit so he can wrap his arm around my shoulder so I can lay comfier. We’re filming for The Last of Us and it’s very non stop, especially in the below freezing temperatures of Canada so I’ve found myself falling asleep a lot. Nobody seems to mind, Pedro and Gabriel just keep checking up on me as I don’t do too well in the cold, even wrapped up and with a blanket.

“I love you,” I mumble to the Texan, pressing an innocent kiss to the first bit of skin I can find which is his neck, feeling him shiver beneath me, “If you’re cold, we can-“

“It’s okay, ‘m not cold.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of my head before pulling me closer. He pulls out his phone and begins surfing social media while I just people watch, sipping my coffee which is exactly how I like it. Crew and cameramen are buzzing around and preparing the set for the next few scenes we’ll be filming today, technically I can go back to the hotel if I want as I’m done for the day but I like the company and busyness of everything compared to just sitting in my hotel room, waiting for one of my team or fellow actors to come and get me for dinner.

My coffee cup empties too quickly for my liking and Gabriel’s chuckling, warm and loving when I shake the empty cup and grumble before putting it on the floor by the sofa. His safe arms wrap around my waist and pull me back against his chest with a surprising shriek but I don’t pull away or struggle because I’ve had the biggest crush on Gabriel since I met him at the table reads. He’s just such a warm-hearted and open person that I couldn’t help falling for him and Pedro knows, of course he knows. Pedro very quickly learnt how to read me like a book which is both parts frustrating and nice as I don’t really have to tell him how I’m feeling but it means he can pick up on things like me becoming flustered around Gabriel.

Pedro’s been trying to get me and Gabriel alone together a lot the last week calling it bonding time as we’re filming episode six and I play Gabriel’s character’s wife - Maria. It’s my first big role in a show and for it to be in a show like this? I have been shitting myself ever since I got the casting call telling me I got the job. I met Pedro and Bella first and oh I would die for sweet Bella. They quickly became a younger sibling figure to me and they can be found in my trailer a lot as they finds it a safe space and I really don’t mind the company. They're vert sweet and funny, always cracking jokes and making up nicknames for everyone. Their bond with Pedro’s bond is to die for and I just love watching them interact, the way he calls them his ‘Bellie’. Someone needs to give Pedro a baby girl of his own I swear, he is such a girl dad, adopting strays as he goes along but the bond he and Bella has? That’s for life, for sure.

“What’s going on up there?” Gabriel squeezes my sides a little to get my attention and I’m turning to face him, smiling softly as he tilts his head in curiosity. His hand captures mine and all I can focus on is the way his thumb rubs across my knuckles comfortingly when there’s a loud bang from whatever they’re filming now as I can’t not jump. I’ve always hated loud noises and the team quickly found that out when it took a few tries filming certain scenes as I would jump but the set crew never got angry at me, telling me it could all just be added to the blooper reels. I’ve never been on such a nice set with so many kind and thoughtful people before as most directors want to get the shooting done and I’ve met some who are very anal about it all.

“I like your curls.” I blurt out, raising a hand to twirl a strand around my finger, “Don’t ever get rid of them.”

“Yes ma’am.” It’s my turn to shiver when he speaks in that deep southern twang. It always has me melting on the spot, especially when he says pet names like ‘baby girl’, it just rolls of his tongue like honey and I’m jelly at his feet. If he called me baby girl I’d do anything he said. Pedro found this out when Gabriel was talking to Neil and was told to say a line that included the pet name. I grabbed Pedro’s arm and he took one look at me before throwing his head back in a hearty laugh that had me smacking his arm and turning a shade of scarlet. The things Gabriel does to me without knowing it.

The knock at my trailer door scares me until Gabriel pokes his head in with a cheeky grin on his face as if he’s done something he shouldn’t have. Before he can speak my phone buzzes, pausing for a second or two before it starts buzzing again and doesn’t stop. Someone’s tagged me in something and the fans are going crazy and I don’t really want to touch my phone until the notifications slow down so I reach for Gabriel’s phone as he sits next to me.

Bella’s posted a photo dump from the last two episodes and on the last slide is a picture of what I know is me and Gabriel asleep on one of the set’s sofas, his arm thrown around my waist and face buried in the back of my neck but our faces are cut off as if to protect our identities. It hasn’t worked out as well as Bella’s tagged us in the picture. I should be mad but I can’t be because Gabriel’s looking at me, umber eyes full of warmth and something else. They flick down to my lips and back up, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip and I’m putting his phone down to cup his cheek in my hand. My thumb ghosts over his damp bottom lip and he drags a gasp from me when he draws it into his mouth, tongue cautiously brushing across the pad of it.

I don’t think I breath until he’s holding my face in his hands, letting my thumb go so he can bring his face close to mine, lips hovering over mine. I close the gap, letting my eyes fall shut and just take in the softness and sweetness of his velvety lips moving against mine. No fireworks go off or anything cliche but I think I fall a little more with how gentle and caring his kisses are, his hands holding me as if I’ll disappear if he lets go. All I can focus on are his lips on mine and the fact he’s kissing me, why is he kiss me of all people?

“Someone told me you like being called baby girl.” He whispers when we part, voice low and I can’t stop the moan leaving my throat, causing him to smirk proudly while I turn my head away in embarrassment. His thumb and forefinger grip my chin, making me look at him again, “You don’t ever stop making sounds like that for me baby girl.”

He’s capturing me in another kiss, this one with more passion and want as he gently lays me back, fitting between my legs perfectly. It’s nice, the weight of his body settling over mine like it’s meant to be there. My heart flutters when his hand that’s not holding his full weight off of me trails featherlight down my sides until it slips under my shirt and massages the skin lovingly. It draws a whimper from me, his lips turning into a smile and breaking away from mine to trail scorching kisses down my neck, biting hard when he finds that soft spot just below my jawline, causing my breath to hitch. There’s nothing rushed about this, just exploring my body as if trying to memorise it and find all the parts that make me whine.

I want his lips on mine again so, with a random burst of confidence I tangle a hand in his soft curls and draw him back up into a kiss. He comes willingly, a low sound leaving his own throat when I accident tug at his hair and I store that away for another time. He’s so hot and this is the beginning of what I’ve dreamed of but I don’t want to rush any of it, I’m pressing my hands to his chest and he understands, pulling back and hovering over me with concern on his soft features.

“I don’t want to rush anything,” I cup his cheek, smiling as he leans into the touch, “I-I don’t know how you… I want this… I want us but slow.”

“I can do slow baby girl,” He moves so we’re laying, facing each other instead. He reaches out and brushes a stray hair out of my eyes, “I would wait forever if you needed that baby girl.”

Fuck.

It’s been a few weeks of Gabriel and I sneaking around now, not ready to tell our cast mates or the world about us yet but somethings different today. Waking to see him still asleep, face soft and peaceful with a gentle smile on his perfect cupid bow lips has my heart aching to tell the world he’s mine. This sight is mine and mine alone and I want to scream it from the rooftops.

He’s letting out a small sound of surprise when he’s awoken by my lips on his and my hand caressing his cheek, his eyes fluttering open to reveal the deep umber colour, “Well, good morning to you baby girl.” He’s rolling on his back, pulling me on top of him and I sit up so I’m straddling him, wetting my lips at the sight of him below me and the feel of his firm hands on my hips.

“Shower,” I’m blurting out and his brows crease before his just watches my hands run down his chest, nails dragging a little and it draws a gasp from him, “We have to be on set later so we should shower.”

“We?” He asks, voice rough from sleep and eyes slipping over my body, only covered by one of his tee shirts and a pair of my underwear. He’s surging up, moving those strong arms to wrap around me instead when I nod, capturing me in a deep kiss that has my lips parting in surprise. It gives him the opportunity to swipe his tongue over mine, my heart fluttering and hands finding his hair. The sound he lets out is dirty and I’m nibbling at his bottom lip, a gasp ripped from me when he secures me against him and climbs out of bed, heading for the bathroom. The counter cold under my bare legs, Gabriel chuckling when I refuse to unwrap them from around his waist, grabbing the back of my neck and drawing me up into a dirty kiss, “I gotta turn the shower on if we plan on getting in.”

Slowly, I unwind my legs, watching the way the muscles in his back ripple under his sun kissed skin as he turns away and leans into the shower to turn the water on and find a suitable temperature. Soon enough he’s back between my legs, freckles standing out on his cheeks and I just want to stare at them forever but his nimble fingers are fiddling with the hem of my shirt, umber eyes searching my face for any hesitation. It takes a deep breath from me before I’m raising my arms for him to rid me of my shirt and there’s a hitch in his breathing. I can’t look at him, wrapping my ams around my middle self-consciously but he’s pulling them away, rough pads of his fingers trailing over the bare skin. Daring a glance at him I almost cry as he’s admiring my body the way you would a world famous painting, lips slightly parted and chest rising and falling quickly, eyes full of …love. He glances up, meeting my shy gaze before he’s moving forwards, lips covering my nipple and drawing a soft sound from me as I arch into the pleasurable feeling. My hands fly to his shoulders when his hand moves to roll the erect bud of my other nipple between the pads of his fingers.

“G-Gabriel.” I gasp out when he moves his lips a little higher, beginning to scatter hickeys up my chest and neck, in places only he’ll see as well place I’ll never be able to cover up. The knowledge he wants to show me off to the world like that heightens all pleasure he’s giving me, his lips brushing down my stomach and teeth grazing my hips now. His hands are guiding me off of the counter as he lowers to his knees, fingers dipping into the waistband of my underwear. I think I almost come then and there when he looks up at me, lip between his teeth, umber eyes almost black and blown out, silently asking for permission. I just tangle my hand in his luscious curls, tugging enough to elicit a moan from him and my underwear are on the floor before I can reach.

I’m tensing instinctively when his warm breath ghosts over my wet and aching core, his fingers kneading the flesh of my thighs to get me to relax before he dives between my legs like a starved man. The moan he lets out sends shocks through my core and up my spine, blanking my mind and I’m having to grip the counter for stability. His tongue licks a broad stripe between my folds and I stifle my moan but he’s pulling back, voice husky, “I wanna hear you baby girl, moan for me.” Fuck. Two fingers are suddenly plunged into my aching core, causing my back to arch up and I think my eyes roll back into my head when Gabriel focuses his attention on my clit, swirling his tongue over it before sucking, hard. My hand tugs at his hair as my thighs begin to tremble at the building climax, hips trying to move away but his hands press my hips against the counter, holding me in place as he hums against my sensitive clit. My walls begin fluttering around his deft fingers, a moan escaping me so dirty I’m blushing and my thighs are clamping around his head as I ride the waves of pleasure. His mouth and fingers not stopping until my hips are struggling to shimmy away from oversensitivity.

“Fuck me darlin’ I could stay between your legs forever.” His voice is so wrecked I’m feeling all hot and bothered again, especially with the way he scatters sweet kisses back up my body until he’s crowding me against the counter and drawing me into a dirty kiss, my hands flying to this firm and defined chest. I run my nails lightly down his abs like before, watching the skin raise and red lines follow in their wake. His head falls to my shoulder when I push his boxers low enough for him to kick off and stroke the thick length once. I’m not ready for the blow job stage so I lick my hand before wrapping it around his length, watching the way the angry and red head is leaking precum that I smear with my thumb. His nails dig into my hips as his lips press panted and open mouthed kisses as I begin to jerk him off, listening to the sounds he makes it gauge how to move my hand. His hips bucking up with every down movement of my hand until his thighs are flexing over and over again, my name drawn from his lips in a moan and he’s spurting thick ropes over my stomach and chest.

“Shower time I think,” I mumble and he huffs a laugh, nodding against my shoulder as he catches his breath. He doesn’t let me go as he guides me into the shower both of us happy and sated.

Gabriel’s settled above me, lips moving lazily against mine and hands kneading any flesh he can get them on. We’re due back on set any time soon but neither of us could wait until later, very much understanding what the honeymoon phase means now. My makeup artist wasn’t very happy with the hickeys she had to spend extra time hiding but she didn’t question me about who gave them to me unlike Coco. Coco is Pedro’s hair stylist who is currently in charge of doing my hair as well as my hair stylist - Ollie - is sick. Coco grills me, trying to make me crack on who has been giving me these hickeys but I just spent the time glaring at her in the mirror until she gave up with the warning that she will find out.

“Wish I could mark your pretty skin sweet girl,” Gabriel groans, fingers scratching lightly down my stomach to my hips and I want it too. I love the feeling of his lips all over my skin, scorching it and marking it as his. He pops the button on my jeans, fingers dipping and rubbing over my clothed heat, a smirk on his lips when they press against my chest, “Look at you, already so wet for me.”

“G-Gabriel!” I whine, arching my back off the bed and rocking my hips down to get some kind of friction as he teases me, fingers just missing my clothed clit with every rub over my folds.

“Hey Y/N- OH MY GOD!” Gabriel’s quickly moving, placing his body between me and whoever opened the door. I’m peaking over his shoulder to see Pedro standing there with mouth dropped open in shock before he seems to regain his composure, “Was gonna ask if you wanted to join me and Bella for lunch but seems you’re busy. Happy you two finally dealt with the sexual tensions.” The trailer door shuts and I can’t stop the laughter bubbling up, Gabriel quickly joining me until we’re laughing so hard our chests ache.

“Guess it’s no longer a secret.”

“Shall we declare it to the world?”

“Sneaky post slipped into photo dumps?”

“Sneaky post.”

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