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andvys · 10 months

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Wicked Game E.M.

Warnings: 18+, minors don't interact! angst, slightly mean!Eddie, enemies to lovers, smut, Eddie calls reader names, choking, Eddie spits in reader's mouth, masturbation, unprotected sex, jealous Eddie, jealous reader, Eddie calling himself freak, hurt/comfort, Eddie calls reader ‘bee’, it’s a nickname he gave her

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Your best friend Steve and his new friend bring someone into your life that you just can't stand, Eddie Munson. He teases you, he says mean things to you and as foolish as you are, you still desire him- just like he desires you.

Word count: 12.5k+

Note: @take-everything-you-can , thank you for this amazing request. I hope you're gonna like this one, I loved writing it!

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Tagging some people who might be interested 🥰 @littledemondani @wroteclassicaly @corrodedcorpses @mysticmunson @aftermidnightwriting @bimbobaggins69

You and your best friend come as a package deal, wherever one goes, the other follows. There is not a single day you spend without each other, you do lunch breaks together, he comes over to hang out even when you’re busy studying or doing homework, you help him get ready for dates and he helps you pick out outfits for parties, when he’s sick, you take care of him and vice versa. You adore him. You are pretty sure that you will move in together if neither of you find a partner till then.

You grew up together and always stuck to each other’s side.

When your best friend found a second best friend, you were scared that you would lose him but luckily, that wasn’t the case, he didn’t leave, he didn’t abandon you like others would do after making new friends. You would always be his number one and he made that very clear and she became your best friend as well. Robin is amazing, you adore her just as much as you adore Steve. She is funny and sweet and you love spending time with her but you can’t stand her ‘forever’ best friend, Eddie Munson.

That man had it out for you ever since he laid eyes on you, you don’t know what it is about you that makes him so mad but he never fails to make you feel irritated and angry. Eddie is not malicious in any way, he is no bully. He just makes his dislike for you very known. He teases you, makes sly and snarky comments, glares at you before you even turn to look at him.

That was before your best friend became his best friend.

Now it’s so much worse because not only do you have to tolerate him at school, you also have to tolerate him in your free time.

While Robin is always sweet and supportive of you.

Eddie is grumpy, mean and annoyed with you.

You don’t know where it had all started, you can’t even remember if you ever even talked to him before he chose to hate you, all you remember is the cold shoulder he only ever gave you.

You do wonder why he dislikes you so much, is it because you come from the popular crowd? Maybe. But Steve used to be the most popular guy in school and Eddie still gets along with him and likes him. Is it because you have wealthy parents? Because you live in a big house, wear fancy clothes and have a nice car? Possible. But Steve has it all too and he never gets shit from Eddie. Or are you just an unlikable person to him? Now, that would make you sad because that would mean that he would just hate you for the person you are, he would hate you for your personality, for being you.

But then things take a small turn after a party at Steve’s place. You see a little deeper into his mind.

“What’s with the scowl on your face, bee?” Eddie asks as he gets so close to your face that you can smell the disgusting beer and cigarettes.

“Ew, get off,” you scowl as you push him away, “and stop calling me that, nerd.”

Eddie hasn’t strayed away from that nickname ever since you had been stung by one when you were all out at the lake, you kept swatting away the bee that continuously made it’s way back to you, you called it annoying and hissed in pain when it had stung you. Eddie laughed at your demise, ‘you’re a bee too, annoying and ready to attack’.

He smirks, flicking your hair, he moves back and plops down on the bench beside you, he follows your gaze, he can’t even help but scoff when he sees what you’re looking at.

Steve is talking to the girl that stood him up a week ago, calling off the date because of her upset stomach but then you and Robin ran into her at the store, she was with a different guy, he hugged her from behind and kissed her neck while she was picking out snacks, not looking sick at all.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “jealous huh?”

You scrunch your face up, tearing your eyes away from Steve, you turn to look at Eddie, “why would I be jealous?”

He shrugs, leaning back, he blows smoke into your face and smirks when you begin to cough.

“Because you’re in love with Steve.”

A loud laugh falls from your lips, earning a few looks from the other partygoers who spend the night out in the garden rather than the crowded house.

“I’m not in love with Steve,” you snort, shaking your head as your eyes flicker with amusement.

It’s not the first time that someone assumed that you are in love with him or that he is in love with you. You get mistaken for a couple, all the time, sometimes you play along just for the fun of it but you and Steve are not into each other, at all. It has always been purely platonic between you two, there’s no feelings on his part and neither on yours. You are best friends, platonic soulmates.

“Yes, you are,” Eddie says.

Rolling your eyes, you sigh, “what makes you say that?”

“Because you’re super close and you are fiercely protective of him, like in a way where you can just tell that you’re in love with him.”

“That’s such nonsense,” you scoff, “I’m protective, yes.”

He nods, shrugging.

“Because he is my best friend! One who got hurt by a girl he used to love, he got his heart broken, twice! I don’t want it to happen again, he deserves better.”

Eddie thinks about your words, searching for something in your eyes, for a moment, you think that he believes you but then he shakes his head.

“Yeah, you’re still in love with him.”

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest, you lean back, “okay well, then you’re in love with Robin.”

Eddie laughs loudly, throwing his head back. You glare at him, growing irritated by his presence.

“You’re funny, bee.”

“Why am I funny? I mean, you’re just as close as Steve and I are,” you shrug.

His brown eyes twinkle with amusement, he leans in closer. You ignore the way his cologne makes your head spin or the way his eyes flicker down to your lips or the way he– ‘Stop!’ you tell yourself.

“Robin doesn’t swing that way, remember?”

A breathy laugh leaves your lips and you smirk at him, “yeah but you do, right?” You ask, raising your eyebrows, “just because she isn’t into you or into men in general, doesn’t mean that you can’t have feelings for her. Unrequited love is a thing, you know that right?”

His eyes darken, smirk falling from his lips, his expression hardens, he eyes your face slowly, nodding after a moment of silence, “yeah, it’s a thing. I know that,” he mumbles under his breath, bitterly. He clenches his jaw and looks away.

You furrow your brows as you stare at his side profile. There’s something deeper behind his words, you know that but you choose to ignore it.

“So, you are in love with her, huh?” You ask, smirking in satisfaction when you realize that you have successfully used his own teasing against him.

He scoffs, putting his cigarette between his lips, he stretches his arm out behind you and looks up at the sky, “no, I’m not in love with her.”

“Am I supposed to believe that?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” you nod, shrugging, “well, then you gotta believe me that I’m not in love with Steve.”

He snorts at you, “right, okay.”

Placing your palms on the bench, you take a moment to look at him. It’s a hot summer night, the heat forced him to leave his beloved leather jacket at home or probably in the van. He wears a muscle shirt, some band logo you don’t recognize on the front. You let your eyes roam, eying his belt, you wonder if he had bought it that way or if he added the cuffs himself– wherever he got them from, either way, it looks good. He plays with the loose strings on his dark jeans, you notice a new ring on his middle finger, you look up, your eyes land on his pale neck. Squeezing your thighs together, you lick your lips and blink, pulling yourself out of your thoughts, your eyes meet his– he caught you staring.

A smirk pulls at his lips, he eyes your flustered face, whether you realize it or not, you’re biting your bottom lip and squeezing your thighs together– oh, it seems like he found something new to tease you about.

“Are you checking me out?”

For the first time, you have nothing to say, nothing to fight back with, no snarky remarks or comments left for you to give. Instead of saying something, you scoff and roll your eyes at him before you jump up and walk away, leaving a satisfied Eddie behind.

The next time Eddie sees you, you barely even look at him or acknowledge his presence and it pisses him off. It’s no secret that you don’t like him, you let him know any chance you get. You roll your eyes at him, you snap at him and refuse to sit next to him, even when it’s the only free seat left. Eddie takes it as a rejection, he thinks you are repulsed by him and by anything he does.

A part of him assumes that you think he is gross, after all, that’s what the girls at school say about him. They assume that he is unhygienic, that he doesn’t look after himself, that he doesn’t shower or washes his clothes and that’s why you refuse to sit next to him.

Eddie was always an observer, a very good one, except when it comes to you. You refuse to sit next to him because his cologne makes you dizzy, in a way it shouldn’t because Eddie hates you, you shouldn’t like anything about him, you shouldn't have any positive feelings for him.

Eddie thinks you laugh and giggle at the jokes people make about him, not knowing that you always defend him even when he still hates you.

“Eddie,” Robin hisses, nudging his shoulder.

“What?” He grumbles, still staring– glaring at you and your stupid smile as you look through the polaroid pictures you have taken with Robin earlier when you went out to a big flower field to take pretty pictures.

“Stop looking at her like you’re trying to make her disappear.”

“Maybe that’s what I’m trying to do,” Eddie shrugs as he reaches for the bag of M&M’s, opening the bag and putting the candy into the bowl that Steve had put out on the counter.

Robin rolls her eyes, groaning in annoyance, “you know, if you just tried to get along with her, things could be so much easier.”

Eddie hates the way his heart skips a beat when you throw your head back in laughter after Steve had whispered something in your ear. Jealousy rushes through him when Steve comes up behind you and lays his chin on your shoulder, looking at the pictures with you.

Robin knows her best friend very well. She knows that he doesn’t hate you or dislike you in any way, he is intimidated by you, by the feelings he could have if he just let them in. Eddie had crushes before but they were all lighthearted ones, he, himself didn’t even take them seriously, he just admired that person and then moved on a few days later but you? He always had a thing for you, even before Robin befriended Steve, and you and Eddie were forced into each other’s lives. He always looked at you differently but compared to his other crushes, he never let you become one or at least, that’s what he made himself believe. You are more than just a crush.

“Why me? She’s the one who’s being a bitch.”

Robin scoffs, laughing at her best friend, “you’re not serious right now, are you?”

Eddie’s brown eyes flash with annoyance, “I am serious.”

Robin runs her fingers through her short hair, “you’re such an idiot, Munson.”

He scrunches his face up, tearing his eyes away from you and Steve, he turns towards his best friend, “why am I an idiot?”

“Because you’re the one who’s always being mean towards her for no reason, you act like a damn child who can’t deal with the crush he has on that one girl,” she says in a hushed whisper, glancing at you to see if you or Steve are looking, “you’re my best friend and I love you dude but grow up, you’re 20 for fucks sake!”

Eddie raises his eyebrows at her, he’s not even hurt, just amused and surprised.

“Oh and if you haven’t realized it yet, the thing you’re feeling whenever you look at her and Steve, it’s called jealousy,” she smirks as she grabs a few of the snacks they have prepared, “Steve is truly just a best friend, they’re purely platonic, with a capital P, like you and I,” she says, pointing between them, “but when she actually starts dating someone, imagine how you’ll feel then. So, you better get that stick out of your ass and start treating her the way you actually want to treat her.”

She leaves him standing in the kitchen, smirking to herself when she notices the flustered look on his face. She knows that he likes you, just like Steve knows that you like Eddie. You’re both too stubborn to realize it.

“Are we ready for movie night, or what?” Robin asks as she places the snacks on the table.

“Yes!” You say, clapping your hands together, you start collecting the polaroid pictures.

“What are we starting with?” Steve asks as he gets up to put the tape in, “the shining or the evil dead?”

“Both are gross,” you shudder.

“Aw, does the princess need protection?” Eddie asks as he walks into the living room.

Steve chuckles, smirking at Eddie while you roll your eyes. You get up and walk past him with the pictures in your hand, you put them back in your little backpack, not noticing that you have left one on the floor. Eddie’s eyes fall on the picture, putting the bowl of M&M’s on the table, he bends down to pick it up, it’s a picture of you, it’s a little blurry but still sharp enough for him to see all your beauty. Your smile is bright, your eyes are squinted, the sun is shining down on you, making your skin glow. You’re wearing the same little sundress you’re wearing right now, flowers are tucked into your hair. Eddie can’t even help but smile, his heart beats a little faster.

You are so beautiful.

“Alright, let’s watch the movie!” Steve says, startling Eddie, who quickly puts the picture into the backpocket of his jeans, looking around to see if anyone has noticed anything but no one did. Steve settles on the couch, Robin plops down next to him, giving him a knowing smirk. Steve nudges her shoulder as he reaches for the bowl of popcorn.

Eddie shakes his head, sighing. They are plotting something, he knows, they are.

Sitting down on the other end of the couch, he leaves the spot next to Robin for you, already expecting you to complain about sitting next to him. To his surprise, you sit down next to him without a single complaint.

Eddie is a little surprised.

“Do you want cuddles, bee?” Eddie smirks.

You roll your eyes as you look at him, “from you? No thanks.”

He chuckles, “aw, come on, I’ll keep you safe.”

“I’m not even scared.”

Lies.

As much as you love horror movies, some of them just scare you. You flinch at every jump scare, hide your face behind your hands and use every possible excuse to leave the room, whether it is to get snacks or having to use the bathroom and as though the darkness in Steve’s big house isn’t bad enough, it also starts storming outside. The winds are heavy and the thunder is loud, it begins to rain harder and harder.

Your knees are pulled to your chest and you opt to look out the window instead of the TV screen, just as one of the characters starts screaming, Eddie pokes your waist, startling you.

“Eddie!” You shriek, slapping his arm, you glare at him as he starts laughing at your reaction.

“Eddie!” He mimics, pouting at you.

You roll your eyes, clenching your jaw.

“Leave her alone, Munson,” Steve chuckles as he throws some popcorn at him, some of it landing in your hair as well and your cleavage.

Eddie snorts, looking down at his chest, he picks up some of the popcorn and pops it in his mouth, “thanks, I was just about to get some popcorn.”

You shake your head when Steve throws more at him, ducking out of the way, you pick out the ones in your hair. Eddie snatches them out of your hand, “give them to me.”

You furrow your brows, watching him eat them.

“You want this one too?” You joke as you reach for the one that got stuck in your cleavage.

His eyes widen, a smirk tugging at his lips, he looks into your eyes and you can already see the mischief, the kind of smile that tells that he is up to no good. He leans closer, instead of taking it with his fingers, he opens his mouth, waiting for you to place it on his tongue.

You swallow nervously, your hand moves out of instinct, placing the sweet treat on his tongue, you gasp a little when he wraps his lips around your finger.

What the fuck?

Your eyes widen, heat rushes to your cheeks and once again, Eddie forces you to squeeze your thighs together. His lips feel hot against your skin and he looks into your eyes as he licks your finger, you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to feel his lips on other parts of your body, to feel his tongue on your clit and his ringed fingers inside of you as he looks up at you the way he does right now.

Eddie smirks, he knows what he has done to you. He pulls away, feeling satisfied enough, for now. He leans back against the soft cushions and places his hand on his chest, looking back at the screen, he acts like nothing even happened, while you are left a blushing mess.

You blink and stare at him in disbelief, goosebumps litter your skin and your heart beats fastly in your chest. As you come back to reality, you suddenly grow incredibly embarrassed, knowing that Steve and Robin most likely watched it all happen but when you turn to glance at them, you notice that Robin is fast asleep and Steve’s eyes are glued to the TV, though the smirk on his face tells you that he saw it all.

For the rest of the night, you sit there with a flustered look on your face, waiting for it to be over.

The following weeks, Eddie continues to act the same way, mostly.

He is still mean, snappy and annoying but on top of that, he added his teasing. You know it’s only to humiliate you, knowing that he can make you blush, that he can make you feel something other than anger towards him, he can see the way you react to his subtle touches and suggestive comments. A part of you thought that he would be less rude after realizing that he can get a different kind of rise out of you but you thought wrong, if anything, he becomes meaner and meaner and it all takes an unexpected turn at Tina’s annual Halloween Party.

Eddie only came reluctantly, he never liked parties and only ever came to make money or to accompany his friends. Steve and Robin are on the dance floor, throwing back drinks, laughing at their own jokes and dancing with a group of drunk and giggling girls.

Eddie rolls his eyes as he looks around, recognizing some jocks from school with their cheerleader girlfriends who give him nasty looks. He clutches the can of beer tightly against his chest, he tries to entertain himself by looking at all the different costumes but not even that will distract him from the awful music, the annoying people or you.

You are wearing a fairy costume, a really exposing one. Clad in a short sage green dress, a tight corset, wings that are littered with rhinestones and glitter, heeled boots and a tiara, you look more beautiful than ever, magical.

Eddie’s heart fluttered in his chest when he saw you as him and Robin waited for you and Steve. He was actually frozen in place and awestruck and so was the guy, you are heavily flirting with right now.

Your back is pressed against the wall, you’re giggling and smiling at the guy in front of you, his hand is placed against the wall next to your head, he ducks down a little, leaning closer to you so he can hear you better over the loud music.

Eddie clenches his jaw, anger flooding through his veins the longer he watches you flirt with the jock he can’t remember the name of.

He puts his other hand on your waist and leans in to whisper something into your ear, you bite your lip and nod causing more anger to rush through Eddie. He can’t stand this, the sight of some asshole touching you, playing with your hair and making you giggle.

Eddie grips his drink tighter, enough to almost crush it. He watches you with darkened eyes.

The guy takes your hand and begins to pull you away, the blush on your face is deep and you fight the smile off your face, you don’t even acknowledge Eddie’s presence as you walk past him, hand in hand with the other man who leads you towards the stairs.

Eddie feels incredibly angry.

It’s the kind of anger he had never felt before.

He knows exactly what will happen once the jock has you all to himself and Eddie can’t stand the thought of it. The fire inside of him becomes unbearable, he can’t let it happen. He slams the can of beer on a nearby table and follows you, stomping after you angrily. He pushes some drunk guy out of his way who stumbles back, slurring some curse word at Eddie who doesn’t even bother to look at him. Before you can even take a step further, Eddie reaches for your hand and pulls you back. Your hand slips from the other’s man’s grip and you stumble back into Eddie’s chest, yelping.

Your confused face meets his, your lips part when you see the anger in his eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, sounding like a man, possessed.

You furrow your brows, “w-what?”

Your new friend turns around, looking between you and Eddie.

“Get lost,” Eddie snaps at him, glaring at the jock, not bothering to look back, he just pulls you along with him, rolling his eyes at your protests.

“Eddie!” You slap his arm, “let me go!”

He only shakes his head, walking towards the entrance with a determined look on his face, he opens the door and pulls you out with him. Shutting it behind you and standing it front it so you won’t be able to get back in.

“What the hell is your problem!”

“What were you doing with that guy?” He asks, completely ignoring your question or the angry look on your face.

He irritates you in the worst ways possible.

“That’s none of your business, Munson!” You yell, “why do you even care?”

Eddie avoids eye contact, he looks down at the ground instead and sighs.

“You do know that he just wants to fuck you, right?” He mumbles.

“Yeah, you do know that maybe I wanted just that?” You retort, throwing your hands up, “if you haven’t noticed, I don’t really have a boyfriend, oh and might I add that it’s probably your fault?”

To hear that you wanted to hook up with some random guy, some jock, makes him feel sick but to hear you saying that you don’t have a boyfriend because of him makes him smirk, he can’t even fight it off, not even when he looks up at you and feigns annoyance, “why me?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, you can’t even feel the breeze on your exposed skin, you are too angry to notice anything.

“Every time a guy even looks my way, you’re there, scaring them away! And god forbid someone even comes close to me or touches me in any way!”

You are fed up with him and his stupid actions.

You know why he is doing it, he wants to see you miserable and you are miserable, he knows that. He can see the longing looks in your eyes whenever you see a cute couple out on the streets, the sad smiles that pull at your lips whenever you see a guy getting his girlfriend flowers, taking her out on dates or even something as simple as opening the door for her and placing his hand on the small of her back.

You crave intimacy, you crave having someone to call your own, being someone's favorite person. Yeah, you might be Steve’s favorite person, his girl but you won’t be forever, someday he is gonna meet that one girl that he will drop anyone and anything for, even you and when that happens, you won’t have anyone.

You aren’t lucky in the dating department, at all. If it isn’t Eddie scaring the guys away, then it’s you, doing it for him.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You ask, “I know you hate me but god, when I hate someone, I stay away from them, why can’t you do the same for me?”

Eddie frowns at your words, his eyes flash with guilt when he sees the tears in your eyes, you aren’t just angry this time, you’re also hurt.

“Maybe I was just protecting you,” he shrugs.

You scoff at his words, shaking your head, you pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes for a moment, “protect me,” you mumble, “right, am I supposed to believe that?” You ask as you look back into his eyes. You struggle to read him. Eddie’s walls are so high up, you can’t even sneak a peek.

He nods, “yes, the guy is a jock, bee.”

“So?”

“He would just hurt you!” He says angrily, taking a step forward, “he would get his dick wet and leave you with nothing, then he would brag about it to his friends and I can assure you, that guy doesn’t even know how to make a girl cum, I did you a favor.”

You raise your eyebrows, tilting your head, “do you?”

He blinks.

“What?”

“Do you know how to make a girl cum?”

He blushes at your words, drawing back a little, he straightens up and chuckles, “of course.”

You lick your lips, looking him up and down. Eddie must be one of the only ones without a costume, you wonder why he isn’t wearing one, that guy is in love with his fantasy game, there is no way that he is no fan of Halloween and costumes.

“Right,” you snort.

“You don’t believe me?” He asks as he steps even closer to you.

You shrug, “nope, I don’t believe you.”

One moment, he was standing feets away from you and suddenly, he is right in front of you. Dangerously close. You have to tilt your head to meet his eyes and when you do, your heart skips a beat. His eyes are dark, pupils blown as he sneaks a look at your lips.

You can smell his cologne, his aftershave, him. You would never tell him that but he drives you crazy, he makes your stomach flutter, he stays on your mind for too long, sneaking his way into your thoughts when you touch yourself at night.

Eddie reaches his hand out to touch your face, he cups your cheek and lets his thumb rest on your bottom lip. Just like the night at Steve’s place, your breath hitches in your throat and you grow incredibly flustered.

“Do you want me to show you?” He whispers.

Your eyes widen, a small gasp falls from your lips.

What?

No way, did he just ask you that?

He is playing with you, isn’t he?

By now he knows the effect he has on you. He knows that you blush when he is around, he knows that you feel something when he touches you, he knows that you can’t get him off your mind. He knows it all and he decides to use it against you, he knows that he can humiliate you, he knows that he can hurt you and it brings him enjoyment.

The smirk on his face and the amusement in his eyes tells you all that. Internally, he is making fun of you, he is satisfied that he ruined your night and as though that isn’t enough, he now uses your attraction towards him as a weapon, to laugh about you later on and make fun of you with his band buddies.

You slap his hand away, your brows draw together and your nervous stare turns into an angry frown, “don’t touch me, asshole.”

Though he is a little surprised, he still chuckles.

You shake your head and step away from him, turning around, you don’t even bother going back inside to let your friends know that you’re leaving or to get your jacket, you just want to be away from him.

It’s late and it’s cold, you are scared to walk through the empty streets alone but you are too stubborn to back around.

“Hey!”

You roll your eyes at him and continue to walk.

“Where are you going?”

You don’t bother to answer, you hug yourself tighter to shield yourself from the cold, blinking away the angry tears. The streets are empty, aside from the many cars on the side of the streets, you walk past Steve’s car, suddenly regretting the decision to walk away and choosing to walk home alone, on Halloween night.

You hear his footsteps though and as much as you hate to admit it, you do feel at ease knowing that he comes after you.

Eddie rolls his eyes at your silence but he admires the view in front of him. Your dress is a thin and flowy one, it swats from one side to the other with each step that you take, the wind causes it to lift up a bit, exposing your naked skin. Eddie almost growls at the side of it.

“Bee!”

“Stop calling me that, you dick!”

Eddie snorts at you, your insults never hurt him, if anything, they amuse him. When you look at him with anger in your eyes and snap back at him, you look cuter than ever. He picks up the pace and just as you pass his van, he grabs your arm and pulls you back, smirking at your little yelp, he slams you against his van and steps in front of you, caging you against it.

It’s dark and yet he can see the nervous and shy look in your eyes, he can see the way you tense up and press yourself against the van as though it will make you feel him any less against you.

“Will you stop running away from me?”

He places his hands on your waist, touching you in such a gentle way that it makes your knees buckle, almost. You look into his dark eyes, growing more and more irritated. Why can’t he just let you go? Why can’t he just stay out of your goddamn way? Why does he have to make things so hard for you?

You hate him.

“Will you stop sticking your nose into my business?” You ask angrily as you place your hand on his chest to push him away, as though you will find the strength to, “will you stop following me around just to piss me off? Seriously, what do you get out of this, huh?”

Eddie shrugs, the smirk remains on his lips, he eyes the scowl on your face, the flash with irritation in your eyes, he looks down at your chest, watching the way it rises up and down heavily.

“It’s fun to see you like this.”

You clench your jaw and scoff.

“It’s fun to ruin my life?”

Now it’s his turn to scoff, he rolls his eyes at your words, “you’re so dramatic.”

"Oh, am I?" You mumble.

He nods, his grip tightens on your waist, butterflies flutter in your stomach and you despise it. You despise the emotions he causes you to feel.

“Yeah, I ruined your life because you didn’t get to fuck that jock?” He snorts, narrowing his eyes at you, “you are dramatic, bee.”

You close your eyes and lower your head, shaking it as you take deep breaths.

“You are so annoying.”

“Hmm, what was that?” Eddie whispers, placing his finger under your chin, he tilts your head up, “say that again.”

You swallow nervously, not opening your eyes just yet, you lick your lips, “you are annoying.”

“Why?”

“Why?” You laugh in disbelief as you open your eyes to look at him. He is staring at you with curiosity on his face, tilting his head as he waits for your explanation.

“You gotta be kidding me,” you scoff, pulling your hand away from his chest, you wrap it around his wrist instead and force his hand away from your face, “is that actually a serious question?”

He purses his lips and nods, “yep.”

“You’re an asshole, Eddie!”

He rolls his eyes, “yeah, you said that before.”

“Yeah and you don’t believe me! You treat me like shit–”

“No, I don’t!”

“Yes, you do, Eddie!” You exclaim, “you say mean shit all the time, you make dumb comments and tease me and then act like nothing ever happened!”

“Tease you how?” He smirks, completely ignoring the rest of your words.

You squint your eyes, huffing angrily. Is he actually clueless or does he just want to see you so angry and embarrassed? Either way, he always gets what he wants.

“You sucked on my finger and then you acted like nothing happened!”

Your angry pout makes his heart soar.

“That’s what you’re so upset about?” He chuckles.

His smirk causes the outburst of anger, you finally push him away from you. There is absolutely nothing amusing about this situation, at least not to you.

“Wipe that smirk off your goddamn face, Munson! I can’t stand when you do that!”

“Did you want me to do more than that?” He asks.

“You wish,” you scoff, “you think I want you?”

If you didn’t know any better, you would say that hurt flashed in his eyes but that can’t be, right? Why would he be hurt by anything you say?

He chuckles bitterly and nods to himself.

“No,” he mumbles, “I know you don’t want me. A fancy little princess like you wants someone like that jock, you want someone who will buy you shit, someone who will spoil you, take you on dates to Enzo’s or whatever, someone you can take home to your rich parents, someone you won’t feel embarrassed to be with, someone you can be seen with, someone you will have that ‘perfect’ future with.”

Confused, you stare at him with a frown on your face.

Eddie’s anger comes out of nowhere the way it always does.

“But sweetheart, none of them can give you what you need.”

“W-What do I need?” You ask, waiting for him to continue. He watches the way your eyes flicker down to his lips before they meet his eyes again.

“They can’t touch you like you crave to be touched, they can’t kiss you like you wanna be kissed, they can’t fuck you like you wanna be fucked, they can’t treat you like you deserve to be treated.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, your lips part in surprise, your heart begins to pound against your ribcage.

Eddie somehow made his way into your personal space again. He is close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin.

“You need someone to put you in your place, you need someone to be rough with you, someone who can treat you like the little slut that you are,” he says, gripping your face in his large hand, “I see the way you look at me when you think that I’m not paying attention, I can see the way you squeeze your thighs together when you look at my hands, I bet you wonder what it would feel like if I touched you, huh? I bet you touch yourself and think about me, about my hands, about my fingers in your tight little pussy.”

Your eyes widen, heat rushes to your cheeks, you are too overwhelmed to keep your eyes locked with his, so you look down.

Eddie smirks but it’s a dark smirk, a bitter one.

“Bet you are disgusted by yourself, huh?” He spits as he grips you tighter, “thinking about fucking the dirty town freak, I bet you hate yourself for wanting to ride my dick, that’s why you’re always such a bitch to me, right?” He asks angrily, “you take your anger out on me because you can’t stand yourself for wanting to fuck me?”

You shake your head. He is wrong, so wrong. He is no dirty freak in your eyes and you are not disgusted by him, you are disgusted by yourself for wanting someone who hates your guts so much, not for who he is. Eddie is amazing to his friends but unfortunately, you aren’t one of them.

You never hated Eddie, at least not until he forced you to hate him.

“No.”

“No?” He murmurs as he leans even closer to you, “you don’t think about me?”

You shift, looking up at him with a shy expression, you don’t bother answering, your silence gives it away.

You do think about him. He knows it.

You hate the way he looks so sure of his words, the way he thinks that he has you all figured out, the way he thinks he knows everything about you.

“Get away from me, Eddie,” you say with a shaky voice and an unsure voice, you both know that you don’t want it, you don’t want him to get away.

He licks his lips as he stares down at you. The look in his eyes makes you cower back a little, it makes you feel nervous but also flustered. Eddie raises his hand up to your face, he tucks your hair behind your ear and leans down, surprising you by pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

Your lips part and you hold your breath.

“Why?” He whispers as he kisses you again, higher this time, “scared that you will fall for the town freak?” His fingers play with the thin material of your dress, pushing it a little aside so he has more access to your shoulder, he presses his plump lips back against your shoulder, kissing you again and again, “scared that you will hate yourself for it?”

You can’t even utter a single word, too many emotions rush through you. You are confused about this, you are angry about his words but you are also aroused and yes, you do hate yourself for it but not for the reason he thinks.

His hand grips your waist, he pulls you flush against him and you gasp when you feel his bulge pressing against your stomach. Eddie attaches his lips to your neck, “scared that no one else will wanna touch you after the freak fucked you? What would they think if they already knew that you are fantasizing about it? I bet they would think you’re disgusting–”

“God, shut the fuck up!”

You push him away from you with force, your breathing is heavy, just like his. Eddie looks a little surprised by your sudden outburst, rejection crosses his features, his brows drag together and he opens his mouth to speak, probably to say something hurtful after you just pushed him away like that, he wants the upper hand but you won’t let him have it, not this time.

“Just shut up,” you repeat.

He presses his lips together in a straight line, he is tense, his eyes hold a combination of hurt and anger. The tension between the two of you is thick. Nothing else but you both exist in this moment. You don’t hear the faint music from the ongoing party, you don’t feel the cold wind on your exposed skin, you don’t hear the rustling of the leaves but you hear his heavy breathing, you hear the pounding of your heart, you feel the pull towards him.

Eddie waits for you to say something, to do something. A part of him expects you to slap him for kissing you without permission, the other part expects you to hurt him with cruel words but neither of those things happen.

You stare at him for what feels like forever. Your eyes flicker to his lips and back to his eyes, your stomach flutters and your knees feel weak, you’re angry but you also long for him.

Fuck it.

You take a step forward and look into his awaiting eyes.

Fuck it, y/n.

You grab his face and pull him down, you close your eyes and slam your lips against his. Eddie’s eyes widen, he stares at you in shock and confusion. You are kissing him. You are kissing him! And your lips feel as soft as he always imagined them to feel like. His heart begins to race.

Kiss her, idiot! He tells himself. He cups your cheeks and pulls you closer, closing his eyes, he finally kisses you back and if this isn’t the best feeling in the world then he doesn’t know what is.

You slide your hands down to his neck, holding him tightly as you deepen the kiss. Eddie parts his lips, allowing you to slip your tongue past his lips. He moans at the feeling, his skin and his lips tingle, he already feels addicted to your touch.

The kiss is nothing but passionate, it’s soft and gentle but you want more, you want to feel him closer and closer, you slide your hand down his stomach and wrap your arm around his waist, pressing him tighter against you. He moans at the feeling, his heart flutters.

Eddie walks you back and slams you against his van, earning a whimper from you. You kiss each other until you are both short of oxygen and gasping for air but even as he pulls away, his lips keep touching yours. You breathe into each other’s mouths, keeping each other close as your eyes lock again.

He wants you, you can see it in his eyes.

This time it’s him who initiates the kiss, he slams his lips roughly against yours causing you to let out a loud and needy whimper, you can feel him smirking against your lips.

This kiss is rough and angry. Your lips smack loudly against each other, your teeth clash but neither of you care, you pull his hair and make him growl. He digs his ringed fingers into your waist as he pushes his knee in between your thighs.

“Eddie,” you gasp as he starts kissing his way down to your neck.

“Yes?”

“I know you hate me,” you whisper as you close your eyes and put your hand in his hair, holding onto his curl as he begins to suck on your sweet spot.

No, he doesn’t hate you. How could he? Instead of telling you this, he keeps quiet, choosing to continue kissing you.

“Show me.”

“Show you what?”

“Show me how much you hate me,” you whisper, “please.”

Eddie opens his eyes and he pulls away from your neck to look at you. He can see the look in your eyes, the intrigued and needy one.

You want him just like he wants you.

“Are you sure?”

For a split second, you see a different side of him, a soft one, a caring one.

You nod.

He grabs your jaw, tilting your head up so you are forced to look at him, “I need words, sweetheart.”

You nod again, “yes, I’m sure.”

Without wasting another second, Eddie unlocks his van and pushes you into the back, closing the door behind him. He fumbles around in the dark for a moment until he finds the switch that turns on the little light.

Looking around, you raise your brows, feeling a little impressed by the lack of the mess you expected. A few pillows are laying around, blankets, even a few comics. You know that he and Robin used to go to the drive-in movie theaters a lot but you can’t help but wonder if he ever brings other girls in here. If he brought the pillows and blankets here just for them so they can feel comfortable. You wonder how he treats them, does he tease them like he teases you? Does he kiss them like he just kissed you? Is he mean to them? Or is he sweet to them? Does he treat them better than he treats you?

Suddenly, you feel yourself frowning and growing insecure and unsure. Do you really want to fuck the guy that hates you with a passion?

But you never answer your own question. Eddie grabs your face and pulls you back in for a heated kiss. You kiss back without a moment of hesitation.

His scent, his taste, his touch, you are addicted already and you feel the hatred for yourself growing. You don't know that he feels the same about you, that he loves the way you taste, that he loves the way you smell so sweet, you don't know that he just loves you.

You push his jacket off his shoulders while he fumbles with the wings on your costume, surprising you by taking them off carefully so he doesn’t break them. Something about the way he parts from the kiss, to put the wings down gently, makes your heart flutter.

You blink, forcing yourself to look away from him. You take the tiara off your head and place it on the ground as well, reaching for the zipper on your dress– “stop, let me.” Eddie mumbles as he reaches around you to undo it. You stare at him, admiring the way his brown eyes shine so beautifully beneath the dim light. He pushes your dress down to your stomach, his eyes flickering with something you cannot read.

“Fuck,” he mumbles as he eyes your lacy bra, your boobs, your soft skin, “you’re so sexy,” he breathes, forgetting about the hate he is supposed to show to you, “so beautiful, shit..”

Eddie doesn’t notice the emotions in your eyes, the lingering sadness and the insecurity. You distract yourself by kissing him again and again, reaching for the hem of his shirt, you take it off of him. He throws it behind him on the floor.

You place your hands on his pale chest, taking in the sight of his tattoos, you feel the urge to kiss every single one of them.

Eddie admires the way you look at him, the way your lips part and your eyes flash with emotions. He touches your cheeks, moving your hair out of your face. You look up at him with big eyes, “touch me.”

He smirks, “don’t have to ask me twice.”

He pushes you down carefully, making sure that you lie your head on the pillows, your back meets the soft cushions and you sigh as you feel his cold hands on your stomach, you’re almost too shy to look up at him but when you do, your heart stops.

Eddie stares down at you in awe, he bunches your dress up on your waist and eyes you up and down, from your pretty face to your chest, your stomach and your clothed pussy. He pushes your legs apart and settles in between them, putting your legs over his, he spreads you open and stares at the wet spot on your pink panties.

“Fuck,” he growls, all his blood rushes to his dick, as though he wasn’t hard already, he feels himself growing harder, “I’m gonna ruin your pussy, baby.”

Your cunt clenches around nothing, you take in a sharp breath as his eyes meet yours, “take your bra off,” he orders.

You bite your lip, pushing yourself up on your elbows, you do as he said, pushing the straps of your bra down first, you watch the way his eyes darken when you reach behind you to unclasp it. You blush, feeling yourself getting shy under his gaze.

“Show me your tits, pretty girl.”

You hate him, you hate him so much.

You throw your bra to the side and lie back against the pillows.

He grips your thighs tightly, eyes flashing with hunger, “perfect fucking tits,” he murmurs as he slides one hand up to touch your boobs.

“Eddie,” you whimper.

He adjusts your legs, wrapping them around his waist, his clothed dick brushes against your pussy, making you both moan in pleasure. He leans down to kiss your chest, taking one nipple in his mouth, he begins to suck on it.

“Oh.. Eddie,” you moan as you throw your hand in his hair, “i-is that how you treat people you hate?”

He chuckles against you, pulling away from you, he gives you a suggestive look as he sits back up, he shakes his head at you, “just you, baby,” he says.

“Touch yourself.”

You blink.

“What?”

He looks down, bringing his hand to your aching pussy, he touches you over your panties, rubbing your clit teasingly, smirking at your little whine.

“Touch yourself or I won’t fuck you.”

Perv.

You swallow nervously, slipping your hand down your stomach, you close your eyes and touch yourself over your panties, spreading your legs wider, you start rubbing your clit.

“Open your eyes,” he demands, catching you off guard by smacking your ass. You gasp and open your eyes, seeing the dark look in his eyes makes you even wetter, “look at me when you touch yourself.”

You nod.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you’re all alone, baby. Tell me what you think about.”

A shiver runs down your spine. You always thought about this, about him. It’s hot to see him so rough and dominating but a part of you hates that he gets to have all the control. You push yourself up a little and bring your hand up to his lips, looking into his curious eyes, you smirk, “spit on them.”

He raises his brows, eyes flashing with surprise. He does it without questioning you. Spitting onto your fingers.

“Thanks,” you mumble. You push your panties to the side and touch yourself with your spit covered fingers, letting out a loud moan as you run your fingers through your wet folds before you begin to rub your aching clit.

Eddie’s dick twitches in his pants as he watches you.

“Such a pretty pussy, fuck,” he grunts, fighting the urge to bury his face in your cunt.

“You wanna know what I think about when I touch myself?”

“Yes.. fuck, yes. I wanna know.”

You smirk at him. You won’t give him what he wants, you won’t let him hear what he wants to hear. Why should you? He is gonna treat you even worse when this is over, why should you give him the truth?

“I-I think about Steve,” you moan as you push a finger inside of you, “I think about my best friend fucking me with his big fat cock.” Lies. You think about him fucking you, you think about him splitting you open, you think about him eating you out, fingering you with his rings on, making you his slut.

Eddie’s smirk falls from his face, his eyes darken.

You add a second finger and push it in and out of your wet pussy, moaning at the feeling, “I think about him making me cry as he takes me from behind, as he– fuck.. as he slaps my ass and does whatever he wants.”

You are lying, he knows you’re lying. The look on your face tells him that but he still grows angry and jealous.

You fuck yourself on your fingers, throwing your head back in pleasure as you move them in and out, “I think about riding his dick, about how he would cum inside of me and fill me up until I’m–”

“Shut the fuck up, you little whore,” Eddie growls, grabbing your wrist, he slams it against the floor and replaces your fingers with his, pushing his long and thick fingers into your hole.

You gasp loudly, squeezing your eyes shut as you finally feel his fingers inside you, finally getting to feel what you always dreamed about.

His other hand grabs your cheeks, squishing them together roughly, “I told you to look at me!”

Your stomach clenches as does your cunt, your mouth waters at the feeling of him spreading you open.

“Open your eyes, brat.”

You open your eyes to look at his angry ones. You have never seen him this angry before. You should be scared, you know that. But instead you feel yourself getting more needy, more wet, more aroused. You moan even louder than before and grind back against his fingers.

“Now tell me the truth,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts to fuck you with his fingers, “who do you think about?”

You push yourself up on your elbows to watch him, to see how they move in and out of you.

“S-Steve.”

He slaps your cheek lightly causing you to whimper.

“Liar,” he grunts, he leans over you, wrapping his hand around your neck, he slams you back down and looks into your needy eyes as he continues to slam his fingers in and out of you.

“Eddie,” you whimper.

“That’s right,” he grunts, “say my name.”

He adds a third finger, thrusting them in and out of you. His fingers reach deeper than yours, they reach the spot that you can’t, his rings and the coldness of them just bring more pleasure to your body. You lose yourself in the feeling, you close your eyes despite him telling you not to, your lips part and you chant his name like a prayer. You arch your back in pleasure, tears well up in your eyes.

Eddie stares at you, he watches the way your chest rises up and down, the way you flinch a little when his hand leaves your neck to touch your boob, to play with your nipple. Your stomach tenses up, your pussy clenches around his fingers, you are so wet, he can feel your juices dripping down his fingers, the squelching noises and your moans just make it all even more erotic.

You whimper his name so beautifully.

“Eddie, please.”

“Please what?”

“I wanna cum,” you please, “please let me cum.”

A devilish smirk appears on his face, “oh, you’re gonna cum, baby.”

His words should intimidate you, they should leave you feeling nervous but instead they make you crave him even more.

Eddie leans down and as you feel him shifting, you open your eyes to look at him. He picks up the pace, fucking you harder and faster on his fingers as he presses his tongue against your sensitive clit.

“Oh fuck! Eddie!”

“Mhmm,” he hums against you, looking up at you as he licks your clit, “taste so sweet.”

You spread your legs wider for him and push your hand in his hair, tugging at his dark curls.

“I can feel you clenching around my fingers, baby,” he murmurs against you, “you wanna cum for me? Do it.”

It doesn’t take long for you to reach your high, you cum around his fingers just as he tells you too, you moan loudly, gasping for air but Eddie doesn’t stop there, he pulls his fingers out. He throws your legs over his shoulders and before you can even react, he buries his face in your pussy, slipping his tongue into you, he moans loudly.

“Eddie,” you whine as you watch him through blurry eyes, his rough hands dig into your thighs as he holds them wide open, his eyes are closed as he eats you out, “oh my god.”

Eddie loves the way you taste, the way you sound, the way you feel, the way you beg for him.

“Feels so good…”

He loves knowing that he is the one making you feel so good.

He opens his eyes to look at you, you’re staring at him already, barely able to keep your eyes open, you hold onto his hair so tightly. A single tear slips down your hot cheek.

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” he breathes, smirking at you when he spits on your clit before he places his thumb against it.

Your eyes roll back and you throw your head against the pillows, you try closing your legs but Eddie is stronger than you.

“P-Please..” You sob, pulling at his hair even harder causing him to growl in response. He flicks his tongue inside of you and presses harder against your clit and before you know it, you cum again.

Tears run down your cheeks, you are so sensitive already.

“No more,” you whimper as he continues to lick your pussy, “please.. I just want your cock.”

Eddie smirks at you, pulling away, he sits back up.

Your heart flutters as you look at him. His cheeks are flushed, his curls are messy, his chin is glistening from your juices, saliva dripping down his chest.

You look so fucked out already, sweat coats your forehead, your breathing is heavy and you push your thighs together as you look up at him. Eddie unbuckles his belt, pushing his jeans and boxers down just below his ass, his dick slaps against his stomach.

You push yourself up on your elbows, biting your lip as you stare at him, “do you want me to suck your dick?” You ask as you reach your hand out to wrap your fingers around his thick cock, you lick your lips, pre cum is rolling down his length and it takes everything in you not to take him into your mouth.

Eddie hisses at your touch, his eyelashes flutter.

“Do you want to fuck my face?” You ask, innocently.

He growls, eyes darkening, he shakes his head, “next time, baby. I need to be inside of you,” he says.

“Condom?” You ask.

He closes his eyes, cursing at himself, “I don’t have any.”

You raise your brows, “what do you mean, you don’t have any?”

“It means I don’t have any!” He snaps at you.

“Don’t you use condoms when you fuck?”

A loud laugh falls from his lips, he opens his eyes, shaking his head, “when I fuck? Sweetheart, I don’t get laid very often. I have a whole unopened box of condoms at home,” he snorts.

“You don’t fuck girls in your van?”

“Y/n, the last time I fucked someone, I stole a condom from Jeff and no, I don’t fuck girls in my van.”

Relief floods through you, here you thought that he was fucking girls in his van and getting laid every weekend.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him down against you, catching him by surprise. He presses his hands against the floor and looks down at you.

“And I’m not really into fucking random girls,” he adds.

Your eyes widen a little, “am I not a random girl?”

He chuckles, shaking his head.

You could never be a random girl.

“No, you’re my enemy,” he says before he slams his lips against yours.

You whine against him and kiss him roughly, digging your feet into his ass, you pull him even closer until you feel his cock rubbing against your pussy. He moans in pleasure, gripping your hips tightly.

“Fuck me, please. I don’t care about the condom, just fuck me,” you murmur against his lips, holding his neck tightly, “please.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, eying your expression, slowly.

You nod, “very sure.”

Eddie pecks your lip softly. For someone who wanted to fuck you, he sure is a little soft with you.

He leans back, staring down at you in awe, he grabs your waist, licking his lips. You watch him, looking at the way he wraps his ringed fingers around his cock, he slides it through your wet folds, teasing your clit with the tip.

“Shit,” he shudders, “you’re so wet. All for me, right?”

You bite your lip, furrowing your brows as you gulp, nodding.

“Say it’s all for me,” he demands.

“It’s for you,” you whine, “all for you, asshole!”

He chuckles darkly, shaking his head at you. You open your mouth again but before you can say anything, Eddie grabs you tighter and in one motion, he thrusts into you, earning a loud gasp from you.

He whimpers at the feeling of your tight walls, leaning down, he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck…” You whimper, wrapping your arms around him, “Eddie.” You clench around his cock and hold him tightly.

“You’re so tight and wet,” he grunts against your shoulder, “‘m not gonna last long if you keep clenching around me like this.”

“I told you to show me how much you hate me, Eddie,” you breathe, digging your nails into his back, “so far you’re not doing a good job.”

Something inside of him snaps, he pulls back, placing one hand around your neck, he puts the other one on the pillow next to you. He glares at you.

“You’re a brat, you know that, right?” He growls as he begins to thrust into you.

You gasp at the feeling, taking a deep breath.

“Always getting on my goddamn nerves,” he grunts as he tightens his hold on your neck, he pulls out and pushes back inside of you, roughly. “You have no idea how many times I wanted to do this.” He thrusts deeper, rougher, faster. “How many times I wanted to fuck your needy little pussy and watch you cry for more.”

You look down, watching the way he fucks you roughly on his cock. He moves his hands down to grab your hips with both hands.

“Look at me, baby,” he moans as he starts to pound your pussy, “look at the way you’re taking my cock.. Your pussy was made for me, you were made for me.”

The knot in your stomach tightens, the fire inside of you burns. You feel him in your stomach. You wrap your legs tighter around him and throw your hand back to wrap it around his wrist, “fuck me harder!” You beg, despite the overwhelming sensation in your bones.

“Harder?” He chuckles, “I’ll give you harder, you little brat.”

He enjoys the way you squirm under his body, the way you struggle to take his big cock and yet ask for more. For a moment, he just watches you, he watches the way his cock disappears in your body, the way your juices drip down on the blanket beneath you, the way you throw your head back in pleasure and cry for him, the way your boobs bounce as he ruts into you. You are struggling, your moans are getting high pitched, tears are streaming down your face as you move your head to the side.

“Feels so good, Eddie,” you whimper.

His mouth waters, his stomach clenches as your pussy flutters around his dick. He moans desperately, closing his eyes for a second as he feels himself getting closer. He leans down, grabbing your face, “look at me,” he whispers, “open your eyes and look at me.”

You grip his wrist tighter and open your eyes to look at him, your breathing stutters as you see the way he looks at you, there is something in his eyes you haven’t seen before but you decide to ignore it.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”

Your eyes widen but you do as he says, opening it, you stick it out for him and maintain eye contact.

He grabs your chin, smirking at you before he spits in your mouth.

Now, if anyone else had done that to you, you would spit it right out and slap them across the face but something about him doing it to you makes you clench even harder around him, the moans you get from him make you shiver.

“Fuck, you like that huh?” He mumbles as you swallow it, he pats your cheek, “you filthy little slut.”

“Mhmm, I like it,” you smirk and pull him down for a kiss.

You can feel his dick twitching inside of you, his thrusts are getting sloppier and his moans are getting louder and more desperate. You kiss each other roughly and hold each other tight. His chest is pressed against yours, he pulls his wrist out of your grip to hold your hand instead.

You jolt as you feel his fingertips on your clit.

“Cum for me,” he mumbles against your lips, “cum on my dick.”

You moan loudly as you cum around him, you scratch his back as you dig your nails into his skin causing him to groan loudly. You clench hard around him and pull him even closer.

“Baby.. fuck.. fuck,” he whimpers against you, “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, unsure of where you want him.

“Cum inside me… ‘wanna feel you, Eddie.”

His heart flutters and his eyes widen as he looks down at you, “you sure?”

“Mhmm, please…”

“Fuck… okay.. shit, baby,” he whimpers as he picks up the pace again, “you want me to breed you, huh? You want me to fill you up with my cum, shit.. I will. I’m gonna leave you dripping for days.. I’m gonna make you mine.”

Mine.

“No one’s ever touching you again,” he moans, “gonna– oh fuck…” He grunts as he places his fingers back against your clit.

“Eddie!” You sob, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel an even stronger sensation in your lower belly. He drills in and out of you in such a rough way, you can’t even feel your legs anymore or the tears that stream down your cheeks all you feel is him.

“I know you got one more in you, baby,” he grunts, kissing your lips, “cum with me.. one more time.”

“I can’t!” You sob.

“Yes, you can, I can feel it, you’re getting tighter around me, just let go for me.”

You can’t even help it, you bite his shoulder and cage him in against you with your legs. He grunts in pain and whimpers in pleasure, he thrusts into you once, twice– “cum with me!”

You let go and cum around him as he releases inside of you, filling you up with his seed.

He whimpers into your neck, holding you tightly as he moans at the feeling. His hips stutter and he finally falls against you. You’re drooling on his shoulder, whimpering at the feeling of his twitching cock inside your pussy. Eddie breathes heavily, not pulling out just yet, he slumps against you and presses lazy kisses on your shoulder.

“Fuck,” he sighs with a grin on his face that you can’t see.

You’re barely able to keep your eyes open, letting go of him, you drop your arms to your sides and close your eyes.

“I can’t feel my legs,” you whisper.

Eddie smirks, “guess I fucked you good, huh?”

You roll your eyes but can’t help but smile, “guess so…”

“What do you mean ‘guess so’?” He scoffs as he pulls himself up a little to look at you, “you came four times, you brat.”

“Should’ve made that five times,” you shrug.

Eddie shakes his head at you, though he can’t help but smirk, you’re a mess. Your hair is disheveled, your cheeks are wet from the tears, your body is hot and shaking from all the orgasms he just pulled out of you.

Grabbing your cheeks, he turns your face towards him, “does that mean I get to make you cum again?” He smirks.

You lick your lips, staring at the spot on his shoulder that you dug your teeth in, you reach out to touch it, “if you want to,” you shrug, acting like it means nothing to you.

“If I want to?” He asks, “what about you, do you want to?”

You are too scared to show him that you do but right now, he isn’t scared to show you how vulnerable he can be. His eyes that usually only ever hold anger for you, hold nothing but hope, it confuses you a little.

You furrow your brows, “I-I don’t know,” you whisper, unable to look into his eyes any longer, you push him back, “get off, please.”

He shakes his head and cups your cheeks, “no, look at me,” he demands, softly.

You blink, swallowing nervously as you look back into his eyes, “you got what you wanted, Eddie.”

“What do you mean?” He frowns.

“You fucked me, put me in my place or whatever, now you can move on to someone else.”

He scoffs, “is that what you think of me?”

You shrug, looking at him with uncertainty in your eyes, “can you blame me?” You whisper, “you treat me like shit.”

His eyes flash with guilt, he nods to himself. Without another word, he pulls away from you, pulling out with a hiss, he puts your panties back in place and puts his boxers and jeans back on.

He fucked up, he knows it. Eddie always struggled with the feelings he had for you. Robin was right when she called him immature for treating you like this– the girl that he secretly loves. He hoped that this would change something but he thought wrong, if anything, he had made things worse for himself, knowing that he got to have you this once and probably never again, breaks his heart.

Eddie hates himself at this moment.

You glance at him as you put your dress back on, not bothering with your bra. Eddie’s hair is a mess, his cheeks are still red, his shoulder and neck littered with bite marks from you. He blinks fastly, as though he tries to blink tears away, it makes your heart clench in your chest. You want to pull him back into your arms and kiss him. Is it a good idea though? Probably not.

You fix your hair and smooth out your dress. Eddie puts his shirt back on, sniffling quietly.

Tears well up in your eyes as you remember all the times that he made you feel bad, all the times he pissed you off and made you angry, all the times he made you feel insecure, yet nothing, absolutely nothing made you feel worse than this.

You leave. You get out of the van on shaky legs, placing your feet on the concrete floor, you blink the tears away as you step away from the van and from him. Now you feel the cold wind and the lonely feeling inside of you. You don’t wanna go, not after you had a taste of what it could be like if he just loved you.

You halt in your tracks, closing your eyes, you take a deep breath.

You can’t walk away, not from him.

You turn back around and just as you take a step forward, Eddie suddenly jumps out of the van with a panicked look on his face and tears in his eyes. Surprised by your presence in front of him, he stares at you for a moment before he reaches out to grab your waist, you let him pull you closer, “please don’t go,” he whispers, “give me a chance, sweetheart. I'll fix things between us, I will, I promise, I will."

He pleads with his eyes and holds you tightly against him, afraid that you will disappear any moment.

Your heart stutters and your knees almost buckle.

“I-I know I fucked up but please–”

You kiss him for the hundredth time tonight and wrap your arms around him. He responds instantly, kissing you back softly and pressing your back against his van just like before, only this time, the kiss is sweet and filled with longing.

“I’m crazy about you too,” you admit.

“You are?” He asks. A smile tugs at his lips, happiness crosses his features.

“Yeah,” you whisper. Placing your palms against his chest, you peck his lips again, “and I never think about Steve,” you mumble, cringing at the words that you have given him before, “he is my best friend and I never ever wanted him and he doesn’t want me either, Eddie.”

He believes you.

“I always just wanted you,” you whisper.

His heart soars at your words, his gaze softens, he could melt right there and then, “do you still want me?”

“Yes,” you whisper, “do you want me?”

You look shy and uncertain of your words, you’re about to look down and break eye contact but he stops you from doing so, tilting your head up, he kisses your lips, “more than anything, sweetheart.”

“Shit.”

Robin smirks at Steve who holds your jacket in his hand.

“I think you owe me 50 bucks.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he watches you and Eddie making out against his van, “no, I don’t. We don’t know who made the first move.”

Robin laughs, crossing her arms over her chest, “I’m saying she did, so..”

Steve shakes his head, “no, Eddie was the one who made moves on her all this time, it was definitely him.”

“You know what?” Robin tears his eyes away from you and Eddie and looks back at Steve, “I bet they’re gonna keep this a secret.”

Steve smirks, shaking his head when he sees Eddie picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, taking you back to his van.

“Yeah and they’re definitely gonna slip up in the next two weeks.”

Robin shakes her head, “no, y/n can keep a secret, I’m giving them three.”

“Let’s bet on that then.”

“Okay,” Robin nods, “let’s make it 100 bucks.”

Steve sighs, “alright then, say goodbye to your money, Buckley.”

“You wish.”

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #stranger things angst #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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From those cute flirting prompts can I order a 52 with Hawks?

You can order anything with Hawks honestly. I love the big bird man.

Pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, jealousy, reassurance, soothing kisses, flying, ruined date night

Word count: 0.5k

Ao3

A/N: I'd be mad too if my date night with Hawks got ruined.

52. "It's you. It's only ever going to be you."

Dating the number two hero was always gonna come with challenges. But come on, you can't even go on one date without being interrupted at some point. You can deal with even that but the one thing you can't stand is people flirting with your boyfriend right in front of you no less.

Your hands are tight on his suit jacket, you're glaring at the group of his fans that ask questions and throw in the occasional flirting remark his way. And still they don't leave.

"Ah, please everyone, calm down. As much as I love my fans, I'm here on a date." It was like you were invisible until Keigo gestured towards you. Knowing that only caused you to shrink further into his side. "And we happen to be late. So excuse us." Keigo lifted you bridal style and with one flap of his wings you were in the air, away from the still persistent fans. "Much better. Should have gone with this right away rather then walking there."

Keigo smiled down at you but you couldn't return it. It would be fake, he would see right through it. Instead you curled into him as close as you could.

"Shit, are you cold up here? I should've given you my jacket before taking off. And you're wearing that dress too, I'm sorry for not thinking." He was quicker to apologize and kiss your forehead then you were to explain yourself, which did ease some of your worries.

"Some of those women were very pretty." You said as casually as possible.

"Huh? Er, I guess?" Keigo narrowed his eyes at you, noticing you chewing your cheek. "Not prettier then you. Not to me at least."

"Keigo..."

"No, I'm serious." He pulled you closer, his hands warming up the areas where they touched, "Listen, I'm with you aren't I? Everyone says that the Number Two Hero can have anyone right? Well I have you. It's you. It's only ever going to be you. I don't care what kind of words anyone else throws at me or how they look." His voice carried far in the noiseless sky. "I love you. You're the only girl for me."

You were about to reply when he suddenly paused, "Keigo, we're gonna be late." He smirked at you and started floating a bit lower, "Keigo? What are you doing?"

He didn't answer. You were lower now, low enough to be visible to the people walking down on the streets. Keigo took a deep breath, "I love my girlfriend! She's so nice and smart and funny and hot! She makes me really happy!" Your face exploded with heat as you listened to him shout at the top of his lungs, catching everyone's attention, some people even took out their phones to record.

"Oh my god. Fine, I get it, we can go now!" You buried your face in his shoulder but he lingered there for a few more moments before flying you in the direction of the restaurant. By the time you got there the clip of his confession was already all over the internet. "For the record, I love you too. You goofball."

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littlemochabunni · 6 months

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1-800-TROUBLE

Serial Killer!Suguru Geto x Bimbo!Fem reader

Content: 18+ MDNI!!! Serial killer Geto, Bimbo bunny girl reader, fuckboy victims, blood and homicide mention, implied roofing, knife play, deepthroat, degrading (slut, whore) + praise kink (princess, baby sweetheart, love), daddy kink, Multiple O’s, & Creampie

A/N: Ahhh sorry for the delay my sweet freaks, but I did it and I must say holy shit I’m nasty 💀; AND UM HELLO?? THANK YOU FOR 1.1K?!?!? I seriously cannot find the words to describe how happy and grateful I am for each and every one of you <3. I love you and enjoooy 🖤

wc: 3.7k

On your way home from a party you take a few wrong turns, and when you try to call your…. Overprotective boyfriend your phone dies before you get the chance to tell him the cross streets, you’re at. With it being late on Halloween night, most of the house porch lights are off your feet continue to carry you down this foreign neighborhood until you hope to see someone could help you. Tears begin to sting your eyes with each street corner you turn, and the nip fall air strips you of any warmth from your cropped puffer jacket Suguru made you wear before you left. You definitely wish you listened when he warned you repeatedly to charge your phone too…

Police sirens are blaring in the far distance from where you originally started which means only one thing… “One of the officers can take me home!” Right…

Trying to follow the sounds to guide you out of the maze of houses you’re lost in. You find a group of men sitting in an open garage, drinking with the tv on in the background. Although you know Suguru told you not to talk to strangers especially when they’re drunk, what other people were around that could possibly help you?

“Excuse me? Hi, I’m like super lost…Can I borrow your phone or a charger please?” Every one of their eyes grazes over your body before meeting your eyes, and of course the man that looks spot on for a Chad speaks up first, “Ooo a sweet bunny girl like you all alone? Need me to come warm you up?” You glance around the garage spotting the space heater near the couch he’s sitting on and a bright smile appears on your face. “It would be nice to get out of the cold while I charge my phone!” You happily skipping inside the garage to sit near the heater and immediately feel so much better now that you're off your feet… Little did you know that with this little interaction…. you won’t be back on your feet anytime soon.

All eyes are on you and you're like an innocent hare unaware of the foxes preying in the tall grass.

“So, you gotta a name sweetheart?” Asked the store-brand version of Derek Shepherd. “Uhh I’m a bunny, duhh?” The men all blink at you before bursting out in a fit of laughter. You don’t understand how that was hilarious, but you’ll take it as a compliment. “Funny and cute… But seriously what’s your real name?”

Hearing that emergency number Suguru always tells you to remember if you're lost coming from the braking news announcement about some house party incident. You focus on the tv and ignore Chad’s questions, “Hey can you turn the tv up? I think I know that number.” The extra quiet man, who remains you of your friend's creepy uncle Lester, turns up the tv and it retells the gruesome murders of the house party that just occurred half an hour ago….

“The next image we show may disturb some viewers…”

Grumbles and tsk scatter among the men around you as they get a glance at the gruesome writings on the wall. You squint your eyes as you notice a similar stamp Suguru uses when he writes you love letters…. Your stomach drops at the thought of someone else using that beautiful stamp for something so… horrifying.

“This message along with a description of the women and the phone number were left at the scene of the crime…” The woman proceeded to describe you from the hair on your head to the holographic boots you’re wearing. The men in the garage are too drunk to realize that you’re exactly what the killer wants, “Please if anyone has any information regarding this woman… please call: 1 (800) 876-8253… That’s 1-800-……TROUBLE… Again, that number is 1-800-876-8253…”

You begin to feel guilty about making Suguru so worried about you that he had to go to the local news to find out where you were. Tears fill your eyes as you quickly try to turn on your phone only to realize that you forgot to plug it in, “Sorry um… I really need to call that number. Can I use one of your phones please?” Chad looks towards you smirking smugly, “Oh sweetness, I’ll let you use my phone only if you put your number in it too.” Your teary eyes brighten as your request is going to be made possible, “Oh thank you soo much.”

Chad hands you his unlocked phone and you begin dialing the number with a bright smile on your face as it rings, “I hope he answers... I know he's so worried.” You don’t notice how Chad’s smirk fades nor the other two men grumbling about how long it’s been since either of them have gotten laid... As you mention a ‘he’ Chad scoffs as soon as the phone is answered, “You got some fucking nerve to be using my phone to talk to another dude… you fuckin’ tease.” You pout as Chad lets his blue balls speak for him and off brand Derek Shepherd snorts as he turns the tv off, watching every unfold between the two of you, “Hold on kay’? You don’t have to be so mean...” You hear heavy breathing on the other side of the phone which pulls your attention back towards your initial plan, “Um Hello? I’m the woman that the lady was talking about on TV? Daddy told me to call this number if I got lost? H-Hello?” A familiar growl is heard before a distorted voice rings through your ear, “Where are you.” The rough demanding voice sends tingles down your spine and your frown quickly turns into a smile of relief that you’ll be able to get home safely. “Uhh let me ask them real quick,” You look between store-brand Derek and Chad like you’re so close to winning the lottery, “Uh what’s the address?” Derek gives you uneasy smile before looking away and Chad holds his hand out asking for his phone back, assuming you thought he’s going to tell the person the address for you. “Oh, he’s gonna tell you for me, here ya go!” As you pass the phone back to Chad, and he gets up and walks into the house...

“Ay don’t bother coming to get the girl or calling this number back. She’s gonna be too busy taking my dick.” Chad says boastfully, “The only dick she’s takes is mine.” The distorted voice says darkly. “Ha not tonight big guy. You can have her back in the morning.” Chad says before ending the conversation…

A few minutes of awkward silence goes by before creepy uncle Lester gets up to shut the garage. Chad comes back to the garage with two beers in hand before handing one over to you and sits back in his spot of the couch, “So did he tell you his way here?” Chad takes a swig of his beer as he glances between Derek and Lester, then gives you tight smiles and nods. “Yeah yeah… might take him a while, so you should get comfortable sweetheart.” With the good news you smile brightly and tap your nails against the glass bottle softly, “You know we never got you name little bunny?” Lester speaks to you for the first time, but his eyes don’t meet yours. He’s too busy undressing what little clothes you had on. “Well neither did you silly! I mean it is Halloween. Do names really matter?” Lester tsk at your response and mutters whatever under his breath as he struggles to open another beer in his drunken state. “Aren’t you gonna drink? Don’t need you wasting our beer and our time.” Chad chimes in with his half full beer in hand, although his words are bitter his tone is sickeningly sweet as if he was speaking to a child.

“Oh! Actually, I don’t drink beer it’s like super gross. You got like a soda or somethin’?” You chuckle as you place the beer on the table. An uncomfortable feeling sets in as the men stare at you. They all exchange looks between each other, but a late night.... An extremely late-night trick or treater knocks at the door before anyone can act or say anything... Derek is the one to get up to answer the door, “Who and the hell let’s their kids out this late...” he grumbles as he walks into the house. Lester grabs your open beer off the table, but Chad warns him not to, “Now now... You shouldn’t drink the lady’s drink. Have some respect dude.” Lester waves him off, but grungily puts your drink back down on the table. “Sooo is that a no to having any soda?” Both men ignore your question and Lester turns the TV back on.

A few minutes go by since Derek went to go answer the door, and just as Chad gets ready to go check the situation, his phone begins to ring with the caller ID being Derek himself, “Dude where the hell did you go?”

“Sorry about your boyfriend, all those muscles didn’t help much.” the distorted voice rings through his ear and chills ran down his spine, and he doesn’t react too kindly to this prank, “Who the hell is this?” Chad spits venomously into the phone. “Why don't you come find out, filthy monkey.” The call ends before he can respond, and Chad being himself isn’t the type to pussy out to any threat... Yet something in the back of his mind is telling him not to go... “Bro let’s go see what’s going on...” Chad taps Lester leg to as he dozes off, “What? Why the hell do I have to go?!” Lester protest, “Don’t be a pussy and get up.” You perk up as they both get up to head inside the house, “Ooo can you get me a soda too!” Lester is the first to head inside the house, and just before Chad follows suit, he turns on his heels towards you with an irritated look, “You’re cute, but dumb as rocks y’know that sweetheart?” You pout and he leaves you in the garage alone.

Ten minutes go by, and a lot of banging and muffled voices are heard from inside the house, but Suguru always tells you not to go digging your nose into other people's business. So, you reach over to grab your phone... which is still dead because the charge itself wasn’t plugged in, “Goddamn it! Guru is definitely pass pissed off by now...” You bend over the back of the couch to plug the charger into the wall.

“Your incompetence never fails you does it Princess?” Suguru’s voice startles you, but his appearance is something straight out of a horror movie alone, “Aww Guru, you scared me! Aww, and you did dress up for Halloween after all! I wish you came to the costume party.” As you ramble on and on, Suguru gives you that same smile he always gives you when you’re so oblivious to the dangerous things around you. He sauntered towards you, luring you deeper into a false sense of security. Not that you would notice any of the rage he was feeling… No, he made sure that you would feel just how angry he was when you’re his good little mindless cock—

“Y/N.” he utters as you continue on about how you wondered about and met the men, he had the pleasure of coming across himself. You’re lost in your own world which isn’t helping you out of the punishment of Suguru’s wrath… only makes it harder and harder for him to fight the need to carve his name into your skin.

“My poor poor little slut. You have no clue how much trouble you are, do you?” You gasp as he grips your hair at the base of your skull, forcing you to strain your neck to look into his darkened eyes, “I-I ‘m sorry you had to go to the news to find me, Guru… I won’t be so... S-so careless next time…” Suguru chuckled humorlessly at your words and his grip tightened causing you to whimper. “It's always next time with you… Next time I tell you to do something you fucking do it. Do you understand that you brainless brat?” You nod slightly which only angers him further, Suguru press the very same blade that took the lives of the people from the party and those disgusting pricks in the next room, “Use your fucking words or I’ll cut that pretty little voice box of yours from your throat.” Tears well up in your eyes as you swallow the fear in your chest, “Y-yes daddy.” you mutter timidly. Suguru’s grip loosens slightly, and he gives you a sadistic smile, “That’s my good girl, now stay very still...” He slowly glides the blade down from your throat to the harness of your costume, you keep your eyes on his as he swiftly cuts the leather fabric like it’s nothing. “You have no idea how many people I’ve killed just for looking at you Princess… How many times have I told you to stay out of trouble, hm?” You look around as you think about each time Suguru has told you and you begin to count each moment on your finger, and he laughs mockingly when you do so. “It’s a rhetorical question, dumb bunny.” You pout confused at his statement. “Soooo was I supposed to repeat the question?” He presses the blade against your cheek with light pressure and he smiles as you stiffen at the sensation, “Let me do all the thinking for you,” Suguru unbuckles his belt with his free hand, he pulls out his throbbing cock from its restraints and you gasp softly at the sight of his cock stands a few inches above your lips, “Open your mouth princess.” without hesitation you open your mouth, relaxing your jaw as he slide his cock down your throat with easy. Pushing your face closer to his pelvis “That’s it princess, just relax don’t think.”

Your eyes roll back as you choke with his thick cock down your throat. You squeeze your thighs together, attempting to gain some sort of friction. Suguru groans out feeling you gag on his cock; he smirks as he glides the blade down the laces holding your corset together cutting away the fabric slowly, causing you to flinch.

You gasp at the stinging sensation when the blade deeper against your skin, “Now did I tell you to move princess?” Suguru scold you as he pulls you off his cock, “I-I’m sorry daddy I just really like this outfit...” He mentally rolls his eyes while caressing your cheek and smiling at you, “Don’t worry about that love. We can always replace materialistic things, but we can’t replace you, so stay still like a good girl.” He brushes he cock against your lips, and you gleefully take his cock down your throat once more.

Gaging and moaning at the feeling, he curses under his breath while gripping your hair into a makeshift ponytail pushing his cock deeper down your throat, “Fuuuck baby— such a good little slut. My good little slut, yeah?” He cuts you free of the suffocating corset letting your breasts breathe freely, your eyes water while you look up at him.

That was just what sent him over the edge of holding back, Suguru sets the blade on the couch and grips the back of your head to pull back slightly leaving the tip his cock resting on your tongue, “Take a deep breath f’me sweetheart, time I fuck your throat properly.” Before you could even take in a complete exhale, Suguru shove his cock back down your throat, fucking it relentlessly without any mercy in sight the sounds of his loud groans fill your ears, “Sh-Shit— y-you fucking attention needing slut. You love pissing me off, don’t you? Showing your ass to all those filthy fuckin’ monkeys.” His harsh words leave a pool of excitement dripping down your thighs and the lack of oxygen you dig your nails into his thighs, desperately needing his cock to fill your cunt.

Suguru grunts as you do so and roughly pulls out of your throat, and a long web connects your swollen lips to his tip. You cough roughly whilst finally taking in a deep inhale, “Daddy please? Please fuck me! Can’t wait anymore please? Ple—” Suguru grabs you by the neck pulling you up to your feet, and your bodysuit falls to the floor. He growls into your ear, and more tears fill your eyes as you squeeze your thighs together tightly, “You’re already crying, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” Suguru chuckles darkly while caressing your wet cheek, “If you’re this much of a mess just from sucking my cock, I can’t wait to ruin your cunt.” You let out a choked moan as his grip slightly tightens around your throat, “P-Please?” Begging him to ruin you just how he wants... With those wet red eyes, tears-stained cheeks, swollen lips...

Suguru’s grip tightens as he pulls you closer to whisper in your ear, “Bend over now.” He releases his grip and picks up the blade once more. You step out the bodysuit completely, placing your knees on the couch with your ass in the air then lowering your upper body down to rest on your forearms. “All soaked just from sucking me off? Or did those monkeys get my slut excited, huh?” Suguru glides the blunt side of the blade against your thigh and hip while spreading your slick slowly with his fingers. Shuddering at his touch and the blade against your skin, “O-Only you daddy! Can only get this wet from your tou— mmn!” You whimper softly as the tips of his fingers tease your clit, deepening the arch in your and his cock twitches at the sight. “Such an eager little bunny aren’t you sweetheart?” Suguru places his knee on the couch behind you while keeping the other on the floor.

He taunts your cunt with his tip making you wiggle and moan, “Keep. Still.” His icy voice kept you still as a statue and from making another sound all together. You’d forgotten about the blade against your skin all together, too excited for his cock being deep in your guts…. He’s still pissed off and he’s not letting you off that easily…

Without warning he bottoms you out, pushing every atom of oxygen from your lungs, “You really thought I’m gonna fuck you because you deserve a treat? Oh no princess.. I’m taking away your privilege of being able to walk freely without every step remaining you that you.. belong… to me..” Suguru bullies your cervix with a few more deep thrusts before pulling out, giving just a few seconds to fill your lungs with air again and he slips back into your cunt while gripping you hair to keep you from running away. “Su-Su!— D-Daddy! Wa— fuuuck!” His cock keeps your brain from calling out any mercy you think he’ll have on you, without realizing you cum around his cock and only broken words and screams can be heard. Suguru pulls you up from the couch and bites on your neck harshly, marking you in the most mundane way he can. Fighting his sadistic needs, “Don’t try to talk your way out of this now Princess. Remember you begged for this, so take it.” He growls in your ear while dancing the blade up from your hip to your navel. Fear and pleasure overwhelms your senses as he continues to fuck you like he absolutely despises you, and taunts you with the sharp object against your skin. “D-Daddy pleeease! Ah a— ‘m sorry!” You cry out while panting heavily and drool begins falling from your lips, yet Suguru ignores your pleas and opts for you muffled screams instead. “Bite.” He brings the handle of the blade to your lips and without question you bite on the handle, muffling your sounds. Suguru stops his movements all together leaving you to throb around his twitching cock buried inside of you, “So you listen when you want to and not when you need to, is that right y/n? Or is it because I fucked the remaining brain cells you have outta ya, you can’t complain now?” Hearing him say your name your rolled back eyes start to focus, and your breathing becomes heavier as he only speaks your name when you’re in the type of trouble where no one and nothing could save you from him…

“Oh don’t worry precious. I’m not gonna hurt you… You’re gonna feel real good. I can promise you that, but you don’t get to stop cumming on my cock until I say you’ve learned your lesson.” Suguru takes his free hand and grabs both your wrist, placing them behind your back, giving your neck a kiss before thrusting inside your cunt at an animalistic speed. Your mind short circuits causing your eyes to roll back and muffled screams to leave your lips, “S-Shit you like when I fuck you like this, don’t you? You love being my little brainless whore.” Suguru’s words are confirmed when you scream as your second orgasm hits you harder than the last, and your body trembles uncontrollably. Suguru groans as you tighten and cream around his cock, leading him to chase his high and he tightens his grip on your neck, pulling your body back against his like you’re his personal fuck toy. “Be a good doll and milk my cock, yeah? I just might forgive you for the trouble you caused.”

In your fucked out state, you do as you’re told and bounce back on Suguru cock, trying to match his pace. “That’s it princess. That’s it— Fuuck~” Suguru shoots his load deep inside your cunt, triggering another orgasm of your own. Drool runs down your chin as you tremble and moan out, Suguru groans in your ear and takes the blade from your lips to kiss you passionately. “D-Do you f-forgive me daddy?” You croak out as you look at him with heavy eyes. His raven hair brushes against your cheek as he whispers, “Oh.. Oh princess….. Not even a little.”

A/N: Somewhere along the way during my….. research I ended listening to Badjhur annnnd I haven’t been the same since.. But anyways! Thank you so much for reading!!! 🖤

tags: @fuyuaika @ykimobessed @smolbeanzzz @bontensbabygirl @euvwia @etherealmaya @macsimagines @hoshigray @biscuitsngravie @tojisbutterfly @bunz-lover also!!! If you don’t see your tag it’s because tumblr wouldn’t let me 😭😭 I promise I haven’t forgotten about you 🥺🖤

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miikishii · 8 months

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yuuta okkotsu bf hcs!!

masterlist

I was just thinking about him because he's a cutie patootie so surprise! (I haven't read jjk in so long I'm sorry if he's out of character I'm literally just trying my best I promise)

sfw! and also probably typos

probably pretty possessive, but he's not crazy, just wants people to know about your relationship.

he's comfortable enough with himself that he doesn't get super jealous, but if he does you'll always know.

Good communicator!!

You always know what's up with him, he doesn't want to leave you in the dark about anything.

He very much hopes you'll do the same.

Def a big physical affection guy, but he's not super obvious with it in public

not opposed to PDA, but doesn't like to be "in people's faces about it"

will definitely hold hands and/or give you a kiss on the cheek or hand

LOVES sleepovers.

your place or his, doesn't matter.

Just loves the thought of being next to you.

adores waking up next to you, especially if he wakes up before you.

just lies on his back and closes his eyes, not expecting to fall back asleep, he's just really calm and happy in moments like that.

Likes to have stay-at-home dates (i.e. watching a movie, playing board games, etc.)

but he understands the appeal of going out to someplace nice (or casual!) and wants to do so, just not as often as staying home.

LOVE LOVE LOVES when you wear his clothes.

doesn't matter if it's a shirt, sweater, pair of sweats, or a bracelet

Speaking of bracelets, if you wear jewelry he'd probably buy you something to wear often. Something really simple that you can wear with anything.

Will listen to you talk about literally anything.

Doesn't maintain eye contact too hard, but you KNOW he's listening.

sometimes gets sidetracked when he looks at your face and forgets to listen because he's just thinking that you're beautiful no matter what you do.

may blurt that out when you finish talking.

wants to bake or cook with you.

considers buying you matching aprons.

His hands are always cold (he looks like the type idk)

Will consider your opinion to be final on pretty much anything. If you say something is ugly he 100% agrees. If you say something is stupid it's the dumbest thing he's ever seen.

It's not that he's always so easily swayed by others' opinions, yours just matters a lot to him.

wants you to pick his outfits sometimes.

he just thinks it would be cute and he's curious to know what you like on him.

probably asks you to buy clothes for him because he's not all that stylish.

Not a big texter, prefers to call, but he always answers his phone pretty fast.

Will, however, send you pictures of things he sees that he thinks you'd like or would find funny.

supports your rights and your wrongs

note: I hope this was at least somewhat accurate lmao

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mariacrow · 9 months

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hello my fellow ratchet apologist!! love your works! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

do you think you could write some sweet and cute sleeping hcs with Ratchet? I just wanna lay on him or him lay on me <3

(ps. this is ur opportunity to write those snoring hcs too 🤭)

thank you for your love on my works too! have a great day/night <3

ROOOOSE I was bouncing off DA WALLS when I saw ur request (it’s not like I immediately started bombing you with love in ur dms nope not at all- me? Naaah never)

THANK U SO MUCH AGAIN AGH!!! 🧡 One grumpy doc hc coming up fresh out da oven! 🚑 hope u like it, love ya 🧡

GRUMPY DOC LOVERS UNITE! 🚑🧡

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2nd person

female reader

WARNING: SNORING GRUMPY DOC!

Does he look like he needs sleep?? HE NEEDS ANSWERS!!!

Kidding. He definitely needs stasis. ASAP.

It would be hard to drag him away from work, you'd have to be stubborn to the point you annoy his way to bed

Later you'd realize puppy eyes and a pretty please also works on him which would make his cheek plates go slightly blue

He loves to have you next to him or on top of him, either way nicely tucked in, wrapped in a little blanket burrito because he can't risk you getting cold

His servos... oh his beautiful gentle servos... He'd play with your hair or rub your back to soothe you. He wouldn't speak much but here and there you might hear his handsome voice through a romantic whisper saying:

Ratchet: are you comfortable enough?

Ratchet: my sleeping beauty...

Did he do research on Disney princesses to find a proper nickname for you because you're his princess? Perhaps.

He would always watch over you before you fall asleep. Even when you do, he'd stay up a bit longer, listen to your peaceful breathing and focus on your calm heartbeat while dozens of thoughts would be running through his mind, keeping a tiny smile on his face

He always keeps one of his servos around you no matter what

He's a light sleeper so he'd hear every little shuffle you make and slightly open his optic to check on you. If your blanket has slid off of you, he'd gently tuck you back in every time and plant a soft kiss on your temple

If he really overworks himself (and I'm talking 3 days without stasis) a bomb could barely wake him up. If he ends up on his back, he snores, like, real loud. It would definitely wake you up and you'd be greeted by a funny sight of your old grumpy doc with an open mouth, shaking the whole base with his snoring

Considering you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, you'd have to give him a little nudge or gently caress his face plate to which he'd mumble something in his sleep while getting comfortable on his side as he'd stop snoring

He always wakes up before you, no exceptions. He needs to wake up early and go back to work

He always gives you a kiss on the cheek or forehead before leaving. If you'd tug at his servo and tell him to stay a little longer, he'd refuse of course

But your sleepy little begging would drag him back to bed nevertheless. He'd stay for about 30 minutes longer, listen to your cute sleepy voice and yawning, smiling while having a little morning chit chat with you

He loves your messy morning hair, it's so adorable to him

If you have longer hair and prefer tying it while sleeping, in the morning he'd help you fix your ponytail/braid(s) (whatever you prefer). Same goes if you wear a bonnet, he'd make sure it doesn't fall off throughout the night as well

If you brush your hair, he'd love brushing it for you or make your braid(s) e.g., whatever you ask him to do. He isn't afraid of the size difference, he's confident and very gentle, he learned his way with you

If you oversleep often, he'd scold you the moment you show up, telling you how it's unhealthy and blahblah

If your sleeping schedule is not sleeping at all, ironically enough, he'd tell you not be like him and how sleep is necessary for your species, how stasis works differently, how you should blahblahblah he can be such a parent but he does that because he cares for you

If you're a morning person and go to bed on time, he'd praise you for that

He'd make sure you have breakfast every morning even if it means feeding you because breakfast is the most important meal of the day!!!

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12-seconds-to-live · 9 months

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Laniel.jpg and Charlotte

Pairing: DR3 x LN4 x F1 female driver

Warnings: none, just my happiness with Daniel and Lando

NICE AIRPORT - TERMINAL 1 @15:20

"You look cute today" I stop looking to my phone to look at Lando. Well, that's new

"You say it like it's weird of me using a dress"

"It is" He smiled

"I'm gonna ignore you from now on"

"It's not common, even when we go to parties you use jeans, so, I have a point"

"The real point here is that we are in the middle of the summer and if I put a raw egg on the floor it will cook"

"But what about the jet? It's going to be cold in there"

"I have my enchanté sweater" Lando made a loud gasp "It has cute peaches and it's purple"

"I sent you a full box of my merch last month, mean"

"Cry about it, Daniel thinks that I have a pretty face so everybody is going to see me in the new enchanté collection"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I asked him months ago, even I helped with the design of one of the pieces"

"Well, congratulations. You should look who's coming" I turn my head and a very smiley Daniel Ricciardo was walking to our direction

"You knew?"

"I invited him to flight with us, I know how important you were for him these moths away from racing so I..." I interrupted him with a hug and a kiss in the cheek

"You're the best, Norris" Lando didn't expect that reaction, now he can feel his cheeks burning

I got up and run to Daniel. After Silverstone, I decided to wait for Danny's test with Pirelli. After he finished a call from Helmut Marko was all we need to know that he got the seat for the rest of the season. Even if I have a good relationship with the australian, I organized a few days off with Lando, Max, Nyck, some frineds and myself to let Nyck know that we're his friends and friends support each other.

"It's been only a week, you know?" He said laughing

"I don't care, I'm happy. These past 7 months had been like going on a rollercoaster over and over again so, you know. Even if it's AlphaTauri, you have your way back home, you never left, you just have to travel the world over in search of what you need and then return to find it"

"I know Char and thank you for everything" His eyes got glossy so I hug him "Do you like my design?" He said ponting to his sweater

"No, it is..." I gasp

"Yes, kiddo. Tommorrow a million boys are going to see you wearing the new collection"

"Ha ha, funny, you know that I have my eyes on someone"

"Someone a bit brainless. Hey Lando, I guess you were waiting for me"

"Yeah, let's go"

Once in the airplane

"I have to say that this is a very important moment and pretty faces like yours should be able to broke the internet" I said taking Lando's camera and pinting to them "New wallpapers for your fans"

They looked at each other and start with their goofiness and well... I guess they really missed each other. Maybe Carlos and I have competition.

"We are pretty good looking guys, you know?" Daniel said with a smile on his face

"Even you could use us as your wallpaper" said Lando

"Good offer but nothing can beat my photo with Tom Holland" I said with a side smile and ready to take a nap before we arrive in Budapest

"When are you gonna tell her how you feel?" asked Daniel looking at Lando

"I don't know what are you talking about" he answer looking at the mirror

"Kids, always scared of love"

DRIVE TO SURVIVE EP.4 S.6 NICE GUYS ALWAYS COME BACK

"Hello Charlotte"

"Hi Netflix, can I have some tea? I been walking around doing interviews and stuff and I couldn't finish my lunch"

"Sure, mint?"

"Yes, please" I smile to the interviewer "We can't start, I'll wait for the tea"

"Ok, what were you doing when the news drop?"

"Oh, ha ha, I was with the main character. I can do anything, even work as emotional supporter, PR, car mechanic, you know" one member of the staff approached me with the cup of tea "Thank you"

"How do you feel about this?"

I made a pause thinking and trying not to burn my lips "I think that this a great moment to tell you what happen after Abu Dabi. Well, I sign my contract with McLaren, I was feeling bad about the decision, just for Danny and I spent the night with him and his girlfriend just talking and at some point we got more serious and I just told him and without knowing about Red Bull: What is a home if not the first place you learn yo run from?"

I smiled to the camera "Then he told me about the third driver offer and I felt different, by the time he leave in 2018 I guess that he felt that he was destroying everything and he just needed to slip quietly to the back door without causing to much noise and then not stop running. And maybe that was he needed more than what he really wanted, let go the feeling of wanted to go back and remember what you once had and what you once where "

"But then I told him that it's funny that the feeling of leave home and being far away make us wander our choices but for Danny is something else. He's back home and ready to no longer remember which tale of his past is true and which is an invention. Outside he's the same on the inside he's the same kid that leave Australia looking for a dream"

"I guess he's your favourite person between the drivers" asked the producer

"No, Daniel is my brother and I know he feels the same about me"

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I got inspired! This little story is linked with my current story called (Un)Lost

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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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Somebody to You - s.h.

Summary: You've never been kissed. Steve changes that.

Pairing: best friend!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: first kiss, sweet soft Steve (lub him <3), inexperienced!reader, fluff fluff fluff. A reminder that Steve and the reader are always 18+!

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"You're gonna get sick."

"No, 'm not," Steve insists petulantly, ice cream smeared on his chin.

"It's fall," you sigh. "You didn't even zip up your jacket. You'll get a sore throat."

"I won't. I'm a trooper."

"You're an idiot."

"Yes," he agrees solemnly. "An idiotic trooper. God's bravest soldier."

"Brave or stupid?"

Steve licks his cone. A smudge of chocolate lands on his nose.

"It's a fine line," he decides.

You crumple your napkin, wiping away the ice cream. He grins, too goddamn cute for his own good.

"How do girls like you? You eat like a toddler."

"I eat like a man." Steve thumps his chest. "This is how men eat ice cream."

"Definitely an idiot."

"Yeah, but who's hanging out with me, hmm? Riddle me that, Y/N."

"What was I thinking?"

"Hard to say."

"At least wear your scarf properly," you say, stopping in front of him. "Doesn't do much hanging like that."

"It makes me look cool."

You ignore his protests, handing him your own cup of ice cream so you can fix the scarf. It's nice: a ruddy red color, made of angora wool. You'd borrowed it many a time, but Steve is pretty horrendous when he gets sick and it's important to nip that prospect in the bud as early as possible.

You wrap the scarf once, twice, then tuck the ends. Steve's neck is warm, jaw slightly rough with stubble. Plumes of breath fade into the air between you. When you meet his gaze, Steve is looking at you funny, lids heavy. You nearly trip on the sidewalk as you turn.

"Your cup," he says, nudging your shoulder.

You take your ice cream back without meeting his eye. Steve falls into silence beside you, matching your steps so he doesn't leave you behind with his longer strides.

"So," he clears his throat after a few minutes. "You gonna tell me why we went for ice cream?"

"What do you mean?" you ask, scooping another bite of your treat.

"Do I look like a sucker to you?"

You open your mouth. Steve hurriedly covers the lower half of your face with a big hand. It's cold from the ice cream, rough with calluses. You want it there forever.

"Nevermind," he says. "Don't want you answering that."

"Mmfph!"

You bat his hand away. Steve's fingers dance across your arm.

"The answer is yes," you say anyway.

"Walked right into that one."

"Sure did."

Steve unlocks the car door, swinging into the driver’s seat. As soon as he turns the key, you blast the heat.

"You're gonna eat up the gas," he groans over the roar of the heater, turning the knob.

"I'm cold."

"Who wanted to get ice cream in the first place? And who lectured me about wearing my scarf properly?"

"Dunno but she sounds really smart," you say, mouth full. "Maybe you should listen to her more."

Steve's cone is down to a nub because he inhales everything he eats. You take your time on your cup, stirring the melting ice cream with your spoon.

"Y/N."

"Yes, Steve?"

He fixes you with a look.

"Don't yes, Steve me. You think I forgot? You had that big date planned tonight."

"It wasn't that big a date."

"Oh, I disagree," Steve says, turning in his seat. "Very much so. You were gonna pop your first date cherry. If that's not a big date, I dunno what is."

The entire week had been test prep for your first ever date. Steve and Robin had both lectured you on first date protocols, trying to soothe your nerves. In the end, it didn't matter. You hadn't gone through with it.

"First anythings mean nothing," you mumble.

"Did this guy do something? What's his name? Phillips, Philly, Philbin…"

"Fuller," you correct. "Jake Fuller."

Steve snaps his fingers. "That's the one! So, what, do I need to defend your honor and go rough him up?"

"And lose another fight?" you shoot.

"Oh, now you're gonna get it.”

Steve puts his cone between his teeth to free his other hand and leaps over the console, sliding both cold hands under your shirt. You squeal, trying in earnest to bat him away. He lets you take his wrists, one knee perched precariously on the edge of your seat.

"You're a menace," you declare.

Steve finishes his cone in one bite, crunching obnoxiously in your ear.

"I'm a what?" he asks. "Come again?"

"A menace!" you laugh, shaking his hands.

Steve sinks back to his side. His hair is slightly tousled from his antics.

"Seriously, Y/N." And this time, he really is serious. "What happened?"

"Nothing!" Truth. "I don't even care." Half truth.

"Did he cancel?"

You wince. "No. I did."

"What? Why?"

You shrug one shoulder.

"That's not an answer," he pushes.

"I don't know, okay? Just didn't feel up to it. I—it would've been awkward. He's one of Nancy's newspaper buddies and I'm sure if she hangs out with him, he's probably not, like, a serial killer. But the more I thought about it, the more I decided I couldn't do it. I wouldn't have anything to say."

"But that's everyone's first date," Steve reasons. "My first date ever wasn't amazing."

"You? Steve Harrington? That's who we're talking about?"

"The sass is unnecessary," he says with an eye roll. "Yeah, my first date was awkward just like everyone else's. But then you go on second and third dates and it gets better. You get practice. Like kissing, y'know?"

You sink into your seat, scratching the bottom of your cup with your spoon.

“Right,” you mumble.

“Wait.” Steve leans in, arm draped over your headrest. “What is that?”

“What is what?”

Steve’s so close. He smells like lemon shampoo and the expensive cologne you’d been clueless about buying for his birthday. He wears it everyday. You cross your arms.

“Why’d you respond like that?”

“I acknowledged your statement, Steve.”

You feel his eyes boring into the side of your head.

"You've kissed people before, haven't you?"

"People? Am I planting one on everybody at the A&P?"

“Holy shit," Steve says. "You've never kissed anybody?"

Oh, this is torture. Spending the night locked in Family Video with Keith would be less painful.

“You don’t have to say it like that,” you huff. “Like I’m a spinster with eleven cats.”

Steve gently plucks the empty ice cream cup from your hands, setting it down in the cupholder. You tuck your hands under your thighs.

“I didn’t say it like that,” he says, softly earnest. "I just… I'm surprised, y’know?"

"Surprised that I'm a freak of nature? Well, you wouldn't be the first, Harrington."

"You're not a freak, Y/N. There’s nothing wrong with not kissing anybody.”

“Easy for you to say. Girls fall over themselves wanting you. Nobody's ever wanted to kiss me and–and I don't know. It felt like something that should be special."

"I seriously doubt nobody's ever wanted to kiss you, Y/N," Steve says quietly.

You scoff. "What then? I'm just clueless?"

Steve shrugs. "Have a little confidence in yourself is all I'm saying. You're pretty, y'know? Guys would love to take you out."

"You're serious."

His brow scrunches. "I said I was.”

"I'm not like you, Steve. Jake would’ve tried to kiss me and it would’ve been weird and gross.”

“That bad? You hardly know the guy."

"That's the point!" you groan. "I don't know him. You can kiss girls and it's fine, it's cool."

"Well, I’m a great kisser," Steve smirks. "I've had a lot of practice to make it fine and cool."

“Great kisser, huh? That hair is getting a little too big, hotshot."

“Oh, baby, I only get five star reviews,” he grins, looking and sounding very much like the King Steve you remember and could hardly stand. The Steve who's good at this, good at making girls melt and kissing the air out of their lungs. The Steve who renders you shy and too quiet; who, despite his throne, has always been a pretty boy with pretty lips.

“Hey.” Steve taps your temple with one finger. “You still there?”

“Yeah,” you say in a breath. "Still here."

"Okay. That's good."

You pull your knees in, fingers curling around the seat cushion. Steve slouches against his seat. His fingers lazily drum on the steering wheel. A sliver of freckled skin peeks underneath his jacket. You tear your gaze away.

"Are you actually that good at kissing?"

Steve glances at you, brows raised slightly.

"Haven't had any complaints. And most girls have no problem letting you know."

"Is it, um… fun?"

What a silly word. Fun. Like you're talking about a new video game. Why can't you be like other girls about it? Other girls make out with guys in their cars and then brag about it the next morning. I hooked up with Steve Harrington. He's so hot. Jealous?

"Yeah." Steve laughs a bit, not unkindly. "It's kind of my favorite part, actually. They become addictive when you're with the right person."

"Like Nancy?"

Something flickers across his face. Nice, Y/N. Way to go.

"At first," he replies quietly, because Steve never gets cross with you, even when you're the idiot, bringing up his ex. "Then it changed. Some things do."

"Oh," you breathe. "You don't love her anymore?"

"No," he says, staring at you. "Not sure if I ever did."

You bend and pretend to tie your shoe. Steve sits up and unravels his scarf, tossing it into the backseat, then does the same with his coat. You steal a glance and watch his biceps shift under his pullover. Golden sunlight catches the outline of his Cupid’s bow. Your chest tightens.

"Wanna get food? We did the backwards thing eating ice cream before dinner," Steve chuckles.

You sit up and lick your lips. Steve digs through the center console for stray cash. His long, long lashes fan over his cheeks. You flex and unflex your fingers.

"Hey, Steve?"

"Hmm?"

"What's, uh, what’s it like? Kissing, I mean."

He stops, lifts his head. You swallow. He squints slightly, like he can see every thought in your brain. You shake your head when he’s quiet for too long, nerves nosediving.

"N-nevermind. Stupid question, forget it."

"It's not stupid," he says gently. "I was just thinking about how to explain it. It's kinda hard to. But you feel… connected? With your mouth. It's warm and a little wet but it shouldn't be that wet or you're probably doing it wrong."

You scrunch your nose. Steve grins.

"But it's good. Really good. And you can put your hand on their face. Like this."

Steve shifts in his seat so he's facing you. Then his palm slides onto your jaw, thumb resting on your cheek. Your heart knocks against your ribcage. Steve has that half-lidded look again. He draws tiny circles into your cheek.

"It’s—it’s nice,” you squeak.

"Yeah?"

You nod. Steve glances at your lips. The leather groans as you squirm.

"Steve." Your voice is barely a whisper.

"Uh-huh?"

Your brain is sludge. The longer you look at him, the hotter you burn.

"Are–are you going to kiss me?"

Steve goes very still. His hand doesn't move from your cheek.

"Not if you don't want me to."

The light makes his cheeks glow, hair framing his face like a halo. Steve's hair always looks so soft. You ache to run your fingers through it.

"I want you to."

Steve inhales sharply. He leans in, his other hand coming up to gently hold your jaw.

"Tell me if I do anything you don't like," he says. "Okay?"

"Okay," you promise, eyes closing instinctively.

Steve tastes like chocolate ice cream. He kisses you with his whole being. You fumble against him, trying to follow his lead. And Steve—sweet, best friend Steve—is forgiving, patient, hungry. He presses you into the seat. You make a soft noise, grip tight around his bicep. Your arm curls around the back of his neck and you tug him in a little too hard. Steve grunts, catching himself on your hips.

"S-sorry," you sigh into his mouth, eyes fluttering open.

He shakes his head lightly and the mistake is forgotten. Steve sweetly squeezes your hip, drags his hand up your ribcage like he needs to be everywhere at once. Then his teeth graze your lower lip. Addictive. The word slips from his tongue to yours.

Steve pulls back first. He seems to know instinctively you both need air. But he doesn't go far, hands clutching your waist. You breathe on his shoulder, clinging like he might disappear if you don’t. And what if he does?

But you know Steve. You know he won't.

“Wow,” is the first thing you hum.

Steve’s laugh is shy. He pushes a lock of hair behind his ear, looks at you through his lashes.

“Did you like it?” he asks.

There’s a million things you can say to that. You settle on:

“I don’t want to kiss anyone else.”

Steve’s grin is blinding.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confess. “Will you do it again?”

Steve can only oblige.

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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 5 months

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There for you {Shinichiro Sano}

A/n: I feel utterly ridiculous for writing this but unfortunately this is the only way to get my feelings out. This whole scenario is literally what I'm going through rn, I wrote it just in case I could sort my feelings out, maybe see a possible answer to my questions but unfortunately I don't. This little vent is literally so uncalled for but I actually have no one else to turn to and talk because I only have one friend

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x f!reader

Warnings: strong mentions of self hatred, mental breakdown, feelings of worthlessness,

Christmas at the Sano household was definitely the best time of the year. Technically Christmas wasn't there yet but with two young kids, two hyperactive young kids, in the house, decoration time came early.

It was a nice day so far, a little too chilly and with dark clouds approaching, but it was a nice day for mid to late November. It was the reason you had decided to skip your morning classes at university, preferring sitting on Shinichiro's bed to freezing in the auditorium.

You could swear you were walking faster than your normal pace, crossing the street and taking a sharp turn to the left. Your day hadn't started well and getting to see Mikey, Emma and Shinichiro. They were the only people whose laughter and clinginess would definitely not bother you when feeling down.

"I swear the next time I see you not dressed properly..." Shinichiro was leaning at the wall outside of the household, a cigarette lazily placed between his lips. Grandpa Sano would have definitely scolded him about smoking inside the house. "It's cold, baby." He reached up and removed the scarf he was wearing, wrapping it around your neck.

"Thanks." You smiled, getting on your tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

But Shinichiro was no fool. Considering it mostly a curse rather than a gift, Shinichiro could easily feel it whenever you were feeling down.

"What's wrong?" He asked, and if you didn't know him any better, you would have sworn he didn't care. But it was Shinichiro's usual laid back tone.

"What happened?" You asked him back, wanting to avoid this as much as possible because the tears in the corners of your eyes were threatening to fall.

"You can't fool me, babe." He removed the cigarette from his lips, throwing it on the street to light it out before picking it up and throwing it in the nearby garbage. "Now what's wrong?" His hands quickly found your waist, not caring about the old lady watching you from across the street.

"Do you want to guess?" It was a stupid attempt really, but if you were going to talk about your feelings then you would very much like to do it in a light-hearted way.

"Your best friend who is not your best friend because you don't know if she feels the same keeps talking about how much she likes her other friends?"

It wasn't that surprising. Shinichiro was always so attentive to whatever happened in your life. In the early stages of your relationship it had really taken you aback, thinking that he actually wrote things down somewhere. But no, he was just like that.

"Close."

An expression that could be translated as one of pure disgust and exasperation replaced the soft and caring one. "What did she do this time?" He looked at the sky, letting out a sigh.

"She called me this morning saying she is heading to this trip with them... I don't mind really, she can do whatever she wants but..."

"But you're tired of always coming second and pushed to the side."

If it wasn't the situation you had been in for the past year, with whom you thought was your best friend constantly talking about her other friends, saying how great and funny they were all the time, then it was definitely Shinichiro's warm gaze that made you cry.

The expression on his face turned into a serious one as you began crying in his embrace, his left hand pressing your head on his chest and his right resting on your face.

It wasn't the first time you had cried in his arms, complaining about your only friend and he was sure that unless you actually stepped up to say something to her it wouldn't be the last.

He didn't mind listening to you. He loved listening to you. What he did mind was the way you were being treated, constantly pushed to the side but then given a second of affection from your friend. He had told you many times that this wasn't what friendship was supposed to be like and you always agreed.

"Am I doing something wrong?" Your voice came out broken. His turtleneck black shirt was now stained with tears but he didn't care. "Am I a bad friend?"

"Of course not-"

"Then why?" You cut him off and just when he thought you were going to stop crying, another fit came again with your hands clenching onto his shirt. "Why do I always have to listen about others but never have someone talk about me? Why am I the friend who always learns things last? Why am I the friend who receives the short end of the stick?"

Before Shinichiro could respond, he felt something hitting his arm. Still pressing his head on his chest, he turned his head around to look towards the direction where whatever had hit him came from.

And there they were. Mikey, Emma and Baji with oranges on their hands.

"I didn't... do anything." He tried to defend himself, his hand moving to caress your hair even though you had stopped crying. "Manjiro go wear a jacket right now."

"You make her cry, you pay." Emma's eyes narrowed, her grip on the orange tightening.

"If you want to throw oranges at the one who made her cry, I can gladly give you an address-"

"Shin!" You hit him playfully on his arm.

"What?" He looked down at you, taking the cigarette packet out of his pocket. "Maybe if they hit your best friend hard on the head she'll come to her senses."

"I want to throw oranges at someone's head!" Mikey turned to look at an equally eager Baji.

"No you don't." You walked towards him, taking the oranges from his small hands.

"Why?" Mikey and Baji asked in one voice, their eyes shining while looking at you.

"Because it's wrong, we've talked about this." Shinichiro joined you, taking the oranges from Emma's hands.

"You've talked about not throwing oranges at people before?" You turned to look at him, almost surprised.

"It... um... has come up... as a subject of discussion before..." Shinichiro urged the kids to go back inside and pulled you in another hug. "Do you feel better now?"

"I don't know what to do..." You mumbled, resting your chin on his chest so you can look up at him.

"Talk to her... and if that doesn't work, just leave." He pressed a loving kiss on your forehead. "It's better not to have any friends than to feel like that. And it's not your fault." You let out a sigh and looked away. Shinichiro quickly grabbed your cheek gently, forcing you to look at him. "No, no, eyes on me. Look at me and tell me that it's not your fault."

"It's not my fault." You mumbled.

"Good girl." With his arm now wrapped around your shoulder, Shinichiro walked the two of you inside, sure that with a cup of hot cocoa and the dance Mikey and Baji had prepared for the Christmas decoration day, you would soon feel way way better.

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vagabond-umlaut · 17 days

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synchronise 2.0

On one end of the line, you've sunny days, mild breezes and not one thing to worry over. On the other end, there are only moonless nights, foul gales and one too many decisions– made and unmade– to repent for. And in the middle of this line segment, is you—

The only means by which the scales can be re-balanced. The equilibrium lost can be re-discovered. The wheels of life thrown off-kilter can be re-synchronised.

[Long story short: Time can be a funny little bitch— Good thing, you know how to be funnier than time itself!]

gojo satoru x fem!reader; canon divergence; time travel fix-it; the story begins here... freaking finallyyy 🤗🤗; tw: food mentions and mild *friendly* violence

prev chapter // synchronise masterlist // THE masterlist

chapter two: 23/3/2005

Working in a coffee shop sucks.

Sure, there are many nice things about the job: free coffee, yummy brownies, upbeat music, lenient managers and a pretty good pay— Still, you deem it to be the worst of the worst— Many, many thanks to the white-haired, shades-wearing abomination across the counter.

You decide not to hold back your grimace when he grins.

"You're looking very cute today, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know. I've got a mirror in my room," You retort, trying to wring and squeeze every bit of your exhaustion– exasperation– into the sigh ensuing, "Now, can you tell me your order quickly? People are getting late because of you."

"Oh, let them be," The boy waves your concerns away with an uncaring chuckle, "Surely, none of them is as important, or as generous, a customer as me— are they, candy?"

No, they aren't.

Neither the university student, nor the mother of those triplets, nor the salaryman, nor the elderly couple at the end of the queue: None of them buy as much as this boy does, yet– given your math is correct [it always is]– their collective purchases amount to more than the cost of whatever new solution of sucrose and caffeine he comes up with each new day...

Your teeth clack against each other as you peer up, eyes narrowing into slits, "Look, this is the last time I'm asking you. Tell me your bloody orders and step away, or–"

A cold palm over yours startles you into a sudden still.

And your hand moves before your brain can even grasp what the hell just happened– or directs, what will happen.

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"You're not going to say sorry."

You should apologise to Gojo. You know you must do that.

Both of you have shared far too many casual touches for you to react this way– for you to twist his wrist then punch his face– at the mere feel of his palm on yours— Still, you choose to keep your mouth shut, willing your mind to focus only on the trash you've been tasked to take out.

A task seeming impossible now, thanks to the blinding reservoir of cursed energy trailing behind you from the time you were asked to leave the billing counter... Insistent, persistent, terribly obstinate— You huff a quiet groan when two familiar footsteps sound across the kitchen, following even into the dark alleyway behind the shop.

He calls your name. It sounds somewhat desperate– or maybe that's just your wishful thinking. Maybe you should stop watching those stupid, unrealistic romance movies— "So, you've decided you won't apologise, huh?"

"No," You reply, terse and firm, stopping but without throwing a glance backwards, "Why must I say sorry for your piss-poor blocking abilities, hm? Go improve your skills instead of bugging me at my part-time job... Just go, Sato– H-hey! W-what—"

The boy's reaction shouldn't shock you.

No, really. It shouldn't. You ought to be more used to the phenomenon named 'Gojo Satoru' by now, after twelve long years of close friendship with him... So sad, all that time together does nothing to stop your squeak of surprise when he wraps an arm round your midsection then snatches the bag of rubbish, effortlessly throwing it into the bin more than a few feet away.

Your muscles instantly grow tense, readying to fight to be free— only to relax when you hear your name. Spoken so softly... so carefully... Almost as if you aren't some furious animal baring its canines; almost as if you're some fragile glass figurine.

You don't like it, but can't really bring yourself to hate it either. Not when Gojo's voice sounds so worried when he asks, "Skipped your breakfast, mochi?"

"No." You return a sharp shake of your head.

Making you sit on an empty cardboard box by the wall, he crouches down before you. And asks, "Got yelled at by someone in your family, then?"

"No." You shake your head again, albeit with lesser edge this time. Confusion pushes your brows into a deep furrow, your mouth into a sour frown. "Why are you asking me these, Satoru? What the hell is wrong with you?"

The addressed's features break from their state of extreme focus, to become one of extreme hurt, before reverting to their state of extreme focus. Gojo removes his glasses, the shine of his blue eyes increasing manifold as they travel over your form, finally settling on your face.

Absolutely hating the tingles now dancing in your chest, you watch the boy exhale a sigh.

A very long, very tired sigh.

"There's nothing wrong with me, candy... There's something really wrong with you— You've been snappish and rude since today morning. And don't ev–" He falls silent, features scrunching up for a beat before lighting up in a moment of pure happy realisation. Too happy realisation, you think, watching the mile-wide grin on his face.

"You're sad because I'll be moving away next month and you've been pushing me away because you're sad— Isn't that right, candy? Isn't that right? Right? Right???"

Probably. Possibly. Almost certainly–

You lean back into the wall, schooling your face into one pretty unbothered.

After all... It won't do now if you confess to him all your fears and concerns. It won't do ever if you confess to him all your fears and concerns...

"You're not leaving for Jujutsu High in a month, idiot," You say, sternly ignoring the dull ache the thought makes in your heart, "You're leaving in less than a week. Auntie called today morni— 'Toru, no!"

Yanking the phone from his hand, you flip it shut and stuff it into your pocket. Then glare when you find Gojo reaching towards it. Bright beam now nowhere to be seen, the boy glares back and huffing, gets up to plop down onto the box beside yours.

You stare at the marks on your fingers for a while, before looping an arm round his shoulders— Shoulders, you never realised until this moment, had grown so broad... Whatever—

"Please don't make a fuss over this, 'Toru," You murmur, squeezing his arm lightly, "First off, the higher-ups will scold you terribly: They are hell-bent on making you go away from your home to under their shadows as soon as possible— And second–"

You lift his chin to make him look you in the eye. Azure pools of power, prestige and now upset, blinking back at you, bare and free of any and all covering.

"They'll give me hell because I told you this: I am not supposed to tell you this— something to do with shocking you then kidnapping you away while you're numb from the shock, I guess..." You trail off for a bit, before chuckling, "Those old geezers are so dumb, right?"

Gojo returns a weak nod and an even weaker "Heh!"— And you think, this is it.

This. Is. It.

Your last conversation with your best friend in the foreseeable future... Or probably ever.

That happened in the dirty narrow alleyway behind a mill-of-the-run coffee shop.

Where neither of you laughed. Or joked. Or did anything, anything remotely happy...

You don't really think– not even once– before you wrap your arms round Gojo's waist and push your face into his arm. It takes less than a beat for the boy to shift his body, and you, so that you're no longer trapping him in a weird sideways hug, rather hugging him properly. His fingers comb through your hair: so firm, so sure. Much like the suggestion reaching you next.

"Why don't we both run away to Paris, candy? We can escape from all this mess then."

"Wha–" You exclaim, incredulity seeping into your huffed chortle as you pull away. [It doesn't sound bad, a tiny voice in your brain whispers. Not bad at all– You strangle that stupid voice...] Hope shines in Gojo's eyes as he peers down at you. You force your lips down into a flat line.

"You're not Romeo, 'Toru; and sure, I'm pretty but I don't wanna end up dead like Juliet." You say, patting his cheeks, letting your tone grow a tad soft on receiving a pout. "You really need to stop watching romance movies, y'know... That teeny-tiny brain inside your huge skull is rotting– I can get the stench even– Ow, you ass!"

Gojo's lips quirk up slightly when you shove him back– but it's gone before it can form fully.

He shifts even closer to you, nearly engulfing your figure in the chill of his bigger frame. "Not every love story has to end that way, candy."

"Ours is not even a love story to begin with, Satoru," You scoff, noticing yet opting to ignore the sudden tensing of his posture, "And considering we do run away to Paris, like you suggested— What then, hm? Where will we stay? What will we eat? From where the hell are we going to get the money we need? Most importantly, how long will we keep running, Satoru?"

Screwing your eyes shut, you inhale then exhale, just the way your mom taught you to do when your emotions seem to be getting a bit out of hand— Opening your eyes, you find Gojo staring at you... rather weirdly.

You let your eyes fall to the fading colors of your shoes.

Resuming as you do, "What I'm trying to say is: we're teenagers, 'Toru. Whatever plan we make is bound to be stupid– more like, doomed to be stupid. Let's just go with the flow now. When we are older, we will be much smarter, stronger, scarier: We can do whatever we want then, and no one will dare to stop us. We can even run away to Paris, if that's what you want— Yeah?"

Looking back up, you find the boy's features not too far from that weird state... Until they are, and you feel as if you're staring straight at the sun. Or maybe that's just his cursed energy flaring up... Ugh, why is he such a powerhouse–

Grinning widely, Gojo clasps your hands in his. "Wanna do a Binding Vow, sweetness?"

No. Hell no. Never ever—

You know you must refuse. You must shut him up before his foolish tendencies take him way too far— take you with him way too far. Still, you do very little to quieten that pleased hum in your mind, when you register just how much he wishes to stay associated with you...

"A pinky promise sounds cuter, right?" You suggest with a smile– One that grows wider when you receive an eager nod in answer. You, however, curl your hand into a fist when he moves to lock his little finger with yours.

Grinning when he dissolves into whining, "Heyyy... what's the problem now, candy?"

"There isn't any problem, 'Toru. Just few conditions," You correct with a cheeky lilt to your tone, "Like, we ought to text each other minimum once a day, call each other minimum once a week, meet each other minimum once a month– And, last but not the least," You drop your volume to a value so low that only the two of you can hear.

"We must not forget each other, no matter what."

Gojo's frown melts away into something graver— before his beam's back in every bit of its glory.

You watch as he slowly pries your fist open, intertwining his little finger with yours and saying, "I agree. Pinky promise to do whatever you said, sweetness."

"I too pinky promise to do everything you said, 'Toru," You don't waste a beat in echoing his dedication in your words. The boy's grin grows bigger, reminding you yet again of the midday sun– Not the scorching one in summer, though! His resembles the gentle one of winters...

A sudden beep! from your phone jolts you out of your thoughts– And you jolt Gojo out of his seat next to you, scowling playfully as you do.

"Now off you go, my sucrose-loving fiend-for-a-friend," You rise as well, pushing him towards the back door to the kitchen, "Go, give your orders and get us a nice table; preferably, one closest to the AC. I'll finish my chores here and join you in a bit."

"Promise?" The boy asks with a pensive pout, just outside the building. You reach up to flick him– kind of– on the forehead, laughing fondly. "Yeah, you idiot. Now, go! I'm getting late!"

"Geez... okay, okay," Gojo exclaims back, laughing. And with that, plus a last-moment ruffling of your hair by him, he walks back into the shop. Leaving you to the quiet of your mind, the latter now much lighter, after your much-needed [yet much-avoided] conversation with him—

Too bad, you were never meant to relish the sound of silence.

No sooner do you step one foot towards the garbage bins than you feel the world before you tilt by a few degrees, for longer than a few measly seconds— Until everything is right again.

Or maybe nothing is... Nothing will ever quite be...

Not when you find yourself on a fine Wednesday morning, face-to-face with your carbon-copy— Except she isn't really so: She seems much older, much thinner, much sadder than the girl you saw in your mirror today...

It isn't really your fault, you think, when you end up blurting out, "Oh my God... So, I'm not my parents' only daugher, am I?"

next chapter

loserboy x girlboss → got to be my fave dynamic of all time [bonus points if both r somewht weird & stupid 😂😂]

header from pinterest; dividers by @benkeibear; jjk isn't mine

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #gojo angst #jjk angst #kit posts 📝

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sugar-omi · 7 months

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I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY N ITS FINALLY HERE WOOOO!!! i'm so insane abt this idea that you can prbly expect more of it...

DAY EIGHT — NEIGHBORS-WITH-BENEFITS

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, gn + bottom reader, between step 3-4?, outdoor/beach sex, multiple choice dialogue, use of toys, bonus funny bit at the end <333

synopsis : you and cove don't get along like your parents hoped. at least.. not as friends.

you and cove can be around each other when hanging out with your friends or family, and exchange the occasional neighborly wave. but other than that, you can't stand each other.

but somehow you end up like this, time and time again.

with both of you exchanging horny gazes from across the room, suggestive or obscene gestures (sucking that popsicle so lewdly rewarded you, well cove actually, the best throat fucking of your life.)

or sneaking out to the others room because one of you sent a text to open the window or a nude...

and before you can think twice, cove is pushing you up against the nearest surface and kissing you breathless…

even though you can't stand how selfish he is half the time, and how he doesn't think things through and says and does whatever he wants… well you must not hate it that much since you've nearly ripped his shirt in half trying to get him naked.

or like that time you begrudgingly went with him to his mom's house to pick up his things, and fucked him in the car behind the gas station.

yeah, you definitely don't like him. you just.. like him sometimes. although sometimes, seems to be more like most of the time.. all the time…

but that's tomorrow y/n's problem. right now you're trying to keep your composure in front of all these people.

cove comes up behind you, pretending to grab some snacks from the table. but in actuality, he's whispering in your ear, his hand hot on your hip.

"follow me in 5 minutes…"

you tense, feeling a rush of adrenaline run through you. you nod, trying not to spill your drink.

then he disappears, fading into the crowd.

fuck, this man has ruined you.

that was the longest 5 minutes of your life, and you almost missed cove disappearing behind the lifeguard shed.

finally breaking free from your sister and cousin trying to keep you on the dance floor, you rush up the beach and try to find cove.

it's a bit hard since it's so dark out here, and you have to stop yourself from shouting when someone yanks you into a dark corner.

"shh, it's just me.." cove whispers.

you go to scold him for scaring you, but he pushes you up against the side of the building, his hips grinding into yours.

your head spins, you can feel his bulge through his shorts and his lips slot with yours, his tongue taking control of your mouth.

resigning that you can't tell him off, you bite his tongue, making him hiss and pull away.

"ow- what was that f-" cove's compliant is interrupted by your lips on his neck, your hands moving from his shoulders to grab his butt.

he groans, panting as you pull down his collar to leave more marks. "shit… don't.. leave marks…" he gasps out, his hands trembling on your shoulders.

you pull off his neck, a nice red hickey blooming on his collarbone. "why? y'know you left marks on me last time."

you got the most embarrassing talk of your life when your mom's saw the hickey under your jaw. keeping the secret of who left it didn't help either…

cove gasps, his breath shaking. "i-i told you i was sorry…"

you roll your eyes, tugging his tank top off. you don't know why he was wearing it anyway, you're at a beach party and cove never covers up, no matter how cold he is.

"shut up and fuck me before someone comes looking for us."

cove doesn't say anything, tugging down your shorts and underwear.

"fuck.. you actually wore it." cove says in disbelief, his fingers brushing against the vibrator inside you that he asked you to wear so he could control it, since you barred sex after the hickey scandal.

"well duh, didn't you get my text?" you ask, referring to the photo you sent him.

cove flushes, thinking. ".. i didn't charge my phone."

you roll your eyes, "you're so spacey. stop gaping, you asked for it so take it out and fuck me, holden."

cove grits his teeth, your eyes zeroing in on the veins in his hand and forearm.

he's too sexy for his own good…

cove's lips are on you before you can come back to reality, the kiss is messy and wet, your moans muffled by his eager lips.

begrudgingly, he breaks up the kiss and flips you around, falling to his knees and spreading your cheeks to get a full view of your hole, pulling out the vibe.

he can't help himself from leaning forward and licking at your hole, unable to resist how it clenched around nothing.

"ahh.." you breath out, pushing your ass back on cove's face.

fuck, as much as you'd love him to eat you out / rim you, you don't have time.

"hu-ohhh fuck.." his tongue dips into your hole, trying to scoop out your insides with his tongue. "hurry.. up!" you bark.

cove detaches himself from your sex, taking a condom from his pants pocket and hurrying to unbutton his shorts and rolling it over his dick.

he hisses, biting his lip.

he tried to get off by himself since you still sent him the occasional nude or dirty text. he even looked back at some of his favorite photos of you… but it's just not the same now that he's had you under him.

cove lines himself with your entrance, sinking easily into your wet insides.

you slap a hand over your mouth, muffins the loud moan about to burst from your throat.

cove's cock hits the deepest spot inside you, the vein on the underside of his dick pulsing and rubbing against a tender spot inside you.

your eyes roll back, and you close them, panting I to your hand.

even though you tried to get off by yourself. it wasn't the same as cove's dick. your fingers just didn't feel the same and the couple of toys you had hidden in your room aren't the same as his dick or when he controls your vibe…

cove's head rests between your shoulder blades, panting as he tries to wait for you to adjust.

you're so tight and warm around him, and he can't tell if it's because you haven't done it in awhile or because he missed this.

you lick your lips, swallowing. "move… c'mon.."

cove laughs breathily, strained if anything. "you're desperate…"

you bark at him, "you're the one who put it in in one thrust!"

cove doesn't say anything, holding your hips and removing his sweaty forehead from your back to watch his dick pull out your clingy hole, enjoying the way your hole wraps around him so nicely, almost not wanting to let go.

"yeah yeah…" he says dismissively, ignoring anymore bickering you're trying to start.

"hey, are you listeni-nnng!" your question turns into a moan. cove's tip slamming right against your g-spot.

cove huffs through his nose. the sound of skin against skin is too loud, someone would definitely try and find what's making that sound..

he wraps his arms around your waist, his lips against your shoulder, planting light kisses and nips but not leaving marks.

you gasp, sucking in air.

cove's thrust are more like a dog humping your leg, and as much as you want to make fun of him for being a horny bastard, you can't deny that you love how deep he is, and how he's never too far away.

"whaa- what are you…" you can't even finish the words out. his tip grinding against your willing insides and his hand coming around to stroke your dick / clit has you breathless.

"someone will hear.. just shhh." cove shushes you, tilting your head to face him, capturing your moans in a kiss, pushing them down with his tongue.

you feel irritated by the pressure building in your stomach. damn cove and damn him for making you be able to finish so quickly from doing half of nothing.

"are you..?" cove mutters, not straying too far from your lips.

you hum, trying to nod.

"me too…" and it's your turn to laugh. cove glares at you, a playful grin on his face and narrowed eyes. "what's so funny, huh?"

you press your lips together to stop from moaning, cove's hips grinding into yours. "cause- you're.. you're such a minute man…"

cove pulls you against his chest, your nails scraping down the side of the building. "me? i'm bot the one who came just from putting it in."

you bristle, "that's! that's because you were, ahh-"

cove mocks you, fake stuttering and he has a wicked smirk on his stupid face. "what? i finger blasted you and ate you out so good you came just from the tip? it was that good, huh."

you're so irritated by that damn smile on his face and his smug voice, but you can't deny it.

your parents went on a day trip and with your sister off at college, and cove's dad at the shop… it was too perfect to not have cove over.

and yeah, maybe you think about that day a lot but what does he know?

you go to bite back, you don't even know what you could say since he already exposed and roasted you with one comment.

but that dies on your tongue before the words can even come to you, cove's pace on your sex picking up, wanting you to finish first.

"that's it… just cum for me." cove groans, babbling a bit since you're not listening, one of your hands holding his scared forearm for support, your fingers and hole quivering as you near your end.

you hiss out his name, your legs shaking and if it wasn't for cove holding you up, you would fall into the sand.

cove groans, finishing soon after you, his fingers holding onto your waist tightly.

you both enjoy the afterglow for a bit before cove removes himself from your sweaty body, carefully pulling himself out from your hole.

cove kindly helps you get dressed, pulling your bottoms up your quivering legs.

but not before stuffing your vibrator back inside you and giving your butt a couple nice smacks with his fingers.

you scold him but he just laughs, stealing a kiss before he starts to part. "want me to drive you home?"

your eyes switch between his lips and his eyes before you shake your head. "gotta get back to liz an-"

"there you are!"

you both startle, whipping around to see your cousin running towards you, her and liz locked arm and arm. derek trails behind them, chatting animatedly with terri.

they're giggling, a bit tipsy. well, maybe more than a bit…

"what're you doing here?" lee asks in a sing-song voice, almost knowing. but you roll your eyes, she's more drunk than anything.

"nothing. cove was just wondering if i needed help pulling you off that poor guy you were latched onto earlier." you smirk, joking with your cousin.

"hey! jokes on you, i got his number!" lee announces triumphantly.

terri throws her arm around you and cove, startling you both again. "hey! let's stop and get burgers- liz's treat!"

"hey, why do i have to pay?"

terri laughs, dragging you and cove to the car with her hands locked with yours and cove's, swinging together. "cause you're the oldest, duh!"

cove goes to the kitchen, rubbing his hair with a towel.

he mindlessly floats about the kitchen, snagging a bit of everything his dad made.

he's humming happily, pouring a nice glass of juice in his favorite glass and turns with his winnings in hand.

"mm- oh!" cove startles, almost dropping his plate.

his dad was standing behind him, a stern look on his face and arms tightly folded. cove doesn't miss his fingers flexing and gripping his bicep.

"uh.. dad?"

"cove. what are those marks on your back." it's not a question, per say.. he knows what they are. he's just seeing if cove knows.

he swallows, cursing his carelessness that costed you get revenge.

"um.. dad, wait. i- i can explain?" cove shrugs, his lip curling up awkwardly. there is no explaining this away…

before either of them can say something, cove's phone beeps from its place on the counter, finally charged up.

both of them look at the phone and cove gulps, instinctively looking at his dad for his reaction…

Y/N: yesterday 6:37pm *see attachment* find me beforehand for the remote 💋

Y/N: today 1:49am *see attachment* i guess you can have your privileges back. cya soon holden;)

oh yeah.. you're both fucked.

#sugar-omi kinktober #sugar omi kinktober #kinktober #olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #smut #cove holden smut #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove holden x mc smut #cove holden x reader smut #our life smut

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vitzi9 · 10 months

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Patience is the key to success (1)

Masterlist if you want to read my others things. Part 2 here.

Well at first it was good, but I read it and reread it so many time that I have no notion of what's good anymore. and now i feel like Ethan is out of character. it was better in my head. This is hella longer that I thought it'd be??? (8 404 words)

it was supposed to be one really long story but I decided to split it up in 2 parts even tho I hate to do that. the second part will be long too and a direct continuation of this.

CW/TW: yandere-manipulative-obsessive-stalker-ethan, fem reader, smut, no p in v, reader is only called y/n once

he looks nice but don't be fool, he plays it stealth

"Hello ?" you yell, voice filled with uncertainty while waving at your open window.

Was that someone down there ? The outline of the shape move, as if startled, seemingly surprised. Then, they look behind them, maybe to be sure you were talking to them, before eagerly waving back. Fuck, it is someone.

It was impossible to see their face, though. Whoever that was was wearing an all black outfit with a black hood as well. And they were standing in the shadow of the night.

The stranger puts his hands in his pockets and wait. So you watch him and wait, too.

Do I know them ? Why aren't they saying anything... Maybe they're just waiting for someone ? You shrug before closing your curtains. Weirdly enough, you could still see their shape outside. They hadn't moved nor turned their head.

They were definitely staring at you. But why? It was late in the night, many were coming out of parties. So you didn't think much of it. Plus, it was possible that the stranger wanted to buy drugs and this street was the best option they had. Is that even a thing in this street ? Buying drugs ? Here ? You didn't know.

But this scenario continued for six days after. In fact, it probably was happening for far much longer before you noticed. Every night from now on, the creep would come below your window and watch you.

Hopefully, you lived on the third floor. They couldn't escalate (yeah, you had to think of the worst cases scenario). You even asked your neighbour from below if he knew something but he told you he wasn't even aware of a person wandering outside. He said that his window giving to that alley was in a room in which he wasn't going to really often.

You were the only one aware of that creepy stalker. Well, the only one to be worried anyway. It's not like they were bothering other neighbors. It was you they were making fun of.

Tonight, they were here again. As usual. This time though, they had a sign in hand. The sign was directed towards the ground. Observing them from behind your curtain, you frown your brows when understanding they wouldn't show you what was on it.

They wanted to see you, after all.

So you begrudgingly came out from your hiding place and revealed yourself to them. Immediately, the stalker raise both his hands to show you their cardboard sign. On it, three simple words in capital letters.

"(y/n) marry me."

You feel you blood go cold. A shiver run down your spine and you quickly close your curtains again. What the hell ? You don't even know them! You still see them, their sign is kept up the air and they start to jump on place, as if to show you more of it. How the fuck do they know you name ? Whoever is this needs to be in fucking jail because there is no way this is funny.

They suddenly turn their sign. You can discern new words, different from the preceding ones. Though, you can't read them. So you slide your curtains open, not entirely, staying hidden behind the wall.

"Let me be with you."

And finally, you decided that that was it. It was the last time you'd see that creep. Fuck he knew your name ! Your damn name ! What the fuck ?

Twenty four day later, you're here. In your friend's building, panicking, sweating. You rushed to the stairs, praying that she was here, this time. Your friend, your best friend. You needed her but she wasn't answering. You called her, multiple times. Her boyfriend too but.. It's like she had ghosted you ! Her boyfriend wasn't even answering either and you were starting to freak out. Having going the week imagining the worst case scenario and each time you ended up calling her again after several nightmares.

You stumble on someone in your rush, the bag he had in hand falling on the ground in a rustling sound, all his groceries dropping in the process. You apologize briefly. You didn't even had time to know who was the poor stranger, too preoccupied. A neighbor, probably. With curly hairs. You had to remember him. You'll properly apologize later, when you're not in such a rush anymore. Fuck, you seemed so impolite !

You take out your phone for the umpteenth time this day and go straight into your contact. You call your friend once again, praying she would answer this time. Obvisously, it's not the case. You do he same for her boyfriend, in vain.

You stop abrutly before her door then ring. Nothing. No sound coming from inside. So you start pounding on it with your fist.

"Its me, open please ! I'm sorry if I hurt you, I'm worried ! Please let me in!"

You only stopped yourself from destroying the door at the appearance of an angry neighbor, yelling at you to calm down. You asked them if they happen to know if your friend was in there, which they answer by sighing before saying that they didn't care about the neighborhood and slamming the door.

This time, you rush all the way down. Your phone still in hand, calling her on loop. Concierge's lodge was where you were going. He was supposed to own every key of each apartment here. You didn't need to go burst his door since you stumble on him in the hall. You briefly knew him, mostly at sight. You didn't know his name, but it wasn't necessary anyway. You greet him, breathless and probably disheveled. You explain the situation as much as you can, telling him the name of your friend, her floor and apartment's number.

Despite your panicked state, he doesn't pity you. In fact, he stayed jaded during your whole narrative.

"I'm sorry but I can't force open someone's house without a proper reason. He shrugs.

-But I'm worried and-and she hasn't answered any of my messages for days! Her family is worried sick too!

It was a lie. You didn't know her family that well, just by name. But he needed to understand !

-She is depressed and may have already hurt herself !

It was a lie, too.

-Listen uh, I can't do much. If what you're telling me is false I'm risking...

-And what if it's true ?

-Then I let you call an ambulance. Listen, I can lose my job for breaking in someone's house. I won't risk that for you. So good luck and have a nice day." and he slams the door in your face.

Ambulance ? You already called one ! Multiple times ! They never believe you ! They blacklisted your number, they aren't even answering anymore. Cop ? They're useless, everyone know it. And even more with women. These asshole are saying you're fucking paranoid.

The reason you were so desperate to join your friend ? The creep had finally attacked. After days of them stalking in silence. And you think your friend was on their watch list as well. They didn't attack you in a physical way, no, they took their sweet time to violate your property by intruding. They took money and probably other things you didn't bother to check. You packed your things and now sleep in a hotel.

But your friend, she saw him, too. You were sure she was next. And maybe she already got robbed. As to why she wouldn't answer you. She was mad at you for bringing that stalker on her. You remember how confused she was...

Not a day passed without you rethinking that conversation. It was a week ago, now. Not feeling safe in your house anymore, you had both agreed to go to a place you were used to where you could eat without coming across people you knew, or one you don't. The first thing you noticed was her tensed body. She wasn't laughing with her heart. But nor were you. How could you in a situation like this ?

The new young server arrived with your drinks in hand and smiled brightly at you. You responded weakly. He was doing a summer job here, he had curly hair. You thought you already saw him at school but were not sure. He was nice anyway, always giving you straws and tissues with your commands. Which he wasn't doing with your friend. He may be the only bright element in your dark life. He left quickly, going back to work.

"You know that guy you keep seeing at your window ? she asked.

Your whole attention was back on her. Your little daydreaming stopping abruptly and you remembered your shitty situation. You thought you were going to cry.

-What about him?

-I think I saw him.

And the world stopped. Your eyes were wide, tearing holes in her. You hoped she was lying, because if she did saw him, it was bad. It was dangerous. For the both of you. Nothing around you mattered anymore, only her.

-What? You what ? When ? Where ? Did-Did he try to do something ? you stuttered, panicking completely and drowning her in your questions.

And that also mean she hid things from you. You passed your hand on your forehead, sighing. What did you do to deserve this ?

-No, god no he didn't do anything, then she added in a whisper, yet.

It was paining you. When the stalker only targetted you, it was as if it wasn't clearly real. You were the only one to suffer of the situation so, even if the odds were low, you could have thought this was a hallucination, or a isolated case, unique.

-Well ? What happened ?

She frowned, as if fighting against herself. She looked guilty.

-You know, I didn't tell you everything. Because you're already so paranoid lately, you jump at the slightest noise and your stress is really fucking worrying.

You knew everything she was going to tell you was not going to comfort you in any way. In fact, it was probably going to worsen it. The worse was already on your mind.

-The night we were supposed to meet up at my house, remember ? you nodded. The reason I cancelled was because that creep was there. He had a sign in hand, too.

-What did it say ?

-It... It's not important. Just a creepy thing to scare me, like he did with you.

She was lying. Why ? What happened ? What was written on that stupid sign ?

-He did nothing, if that's what worries you. Kept staring at me like a bitch. But uh, my boyfriend came. So I was feeling safer.

-Has he been seen by the stalker ?

-I think ? Probably, he had to park near where he was. But when...

-Fuck, call him. I.. I need to know if he saw him or...

Her hand was put on yours to retain it from shaking.

-No, I asked him. He saw nothing.

-What if your boyfriend become a target, too ?

-I don't think so.

-Why are you so sure ?

-Maybe he only attacks women ? Men usually do that. They're scared of other men.

You weren't convinced. Nor was she. You two left each other later in the day; left with a bitterness stuck in you. The night following, you two spent the nighttime on a call together. You slept in your hotel, again. Even with locked doors, windows and a knife under your pillow; you couldn't close your eyes. She was telling you that nothing would happen to any of you, that everything would be fine. And you wanted to believe her, really. But you couldn't. Not when the stalker had already made its way that deep into your lives. When finally morning appeared and she had to hang up to get ready for her shift, you were left with nothing but fear and worry.

It was your last interaction.

With the 'loss' of your friend, your sanity was only decreasing. You were alone. She was your only friend. And you missed her. You knew you were going to explode one day. You needed help. You needed support.

You needed someone.

After the tantrum you gave the concierge, you went back to your motel. Maybe if you give her time ? Maybe if you sleep the hours away ? She'll forgive you faster. So that's what you did. Two days were wasted in your room before you had to go out buying groceries.

You hadn't see the light of day in these time. You needed to be quick, your stalker could already be out there. Because of this, you were permanantly switching store. As well as motel. The last thing you wanted was to give a seemingly habit to your stalker. If you were always moving, he couldn't be used to your routine. It was the first time in a while you were happy to be unemployed. Because you weren't stuck at a same spot. Even if the money was running out.

A big and crowded store. That's what you needed. And that's where you went. It could be your best and worst idea; best since you were feeling safe surrounded by everyone. You couldn't be attacked, this way. Worst, because your stalker could be in the said crowd and you wouldn't notice them. In both cases, you were wearing an all black outfite. You wanted to blend in.

You enter the store, earphone plugged in without any sound. You had to look normal. You had to act normal. It was hard but you didn't have a choice. A baby start crying beside you and you jump, bumping into someone. You excuse yourself, head lowered as to not look at whoever angry face that was. Fuck, you needed to concentrate.

Finally, you dirige yourself towards an alley far away from the people. Well, not that far but the constant chatting and screaming of the others weren't so loud anymore. Being here had one advantages and one disadvantage. Your back was facing a wall so no one could arrive behind you without you knowing it. The disadvantage was that you were alone.

Taking a big breath, you move in the alley to start and finally complete your groceries. You were too caught up in your fear to put anything into your bag. You needed already cooked dishes. Every motel you slept in had a microwave available in the common area. Pasta box, salad or instant noodle were your every day dishes.

You jump when something fall from its shelf behind you. Your whole body freeze. Fuck, why did someone come in this alley at the same time as you ? Are you followed ? Is it them ? You're stuck, you can't run away ! What do you do ? Slowly, you turn your head toward the sound. At first, no one is here. But when you look down, someone is crouching. Swearing a little, a man picks up the bottles he seemingly dropped, replacing the strap of his bag on his shoulder.

Curly hair ?

You crouch too and help him put everything back in its place. He gets up, grabbing his strap again and place it higher on his shoulder, trying to keep it in place.

"Thank you, I'm... I'm a little clumsy." He smiles sheepishly at you.

It's the guy from the coffee. The waiter ! What is he doing here ? Right behind you ? The further you look at him, the further your worry come back. You don't really know him, now that you think about it. There was absolutely no reason for him to be this close to you. The store is big, the same items he just stumbled upon are on the opposite shelf, too.

"Are you okay ?" He asks, frowned brows and a little pout on the face.

You come back into reality at his worry. Maybe you're stressed. Maybe you think too much. It's very likely, given your situation. He's nice. He always has been to you. Why are you so distant ? The coffee not so far drom here, he probably does his shopping on his way out of work. It's 10PM(22h), after all. It's late but it's rush hour. You thought you'd blend in much better when everyone is out and running everywhere.

"I'm... I'm Ethan the guy from the coffee." He smiles bashfully while looking at the ground. His cheeks a little red.

Reason comes back at you and you smile weakly. Suddenly really aware of how awkward this must have been for him to be stared into like you did.

"Oh, yeah, I... I recognize you, hi." you're allowed to take your breath, feeling all the tension leaving your body at a friendly familar face. "How are you?"

And it hit you, curly hair. School, coffee, but also the groceries.

-Fuck you're... I made you drop your bag last time I'm... I'm sorry I wasn't...

-It's okay, he giggles sweetly, you seemed panicked so I don't blame you. It seems I have to drop something each time I see you, huh ? But... Everything okay now ?

No, no it's not.

-Yeah, yeah don't worry. Was a bad day." But your weren't going to bother him with that.

An awkward silence envelops both of you. What are you supposed to say ? Are you even supposed to say something ?

"It's nice to see you I uh... I actually tried to talk to you multiples times... We're in the same econ class, do you remember ?

You hated him for a second when he mentionned your econ class out loud. You hoped your stalker wasn't here to listen.

-Yes, of course I do Landry. We've been in the same class for three years now. You laugh a little, almost hurt he would think you don't recognize him.

-Wait, you remember ?

-I'm not good with remembering people's face but when you give me time I manage, eventually.

He laughs at your poor attempt of a joke. For a moment, he made you forget you probably were being watched. You were happy to have found one damn normal person in this big city.

"You live around here ? The building in which we saw each other last time is pretty far, I know it because I live there. I'm surprised to find you here.

You still don't know him, careful.

-Really ? I've never saw you around, we're neighbors.

It was a lie. The stare he gave you was enough to make you question every fucking things in your existence. His eyes were cold, as if empty. His face lights up mere second after, smiling brightly. Giving you the bitter impression you're going crazy. The fuck was that ?

-I live on the fourth floor. And you on the third, right ?

-What make you think that ?

-Oh, I saw you knocking at a door, last time. I actually live at the same building as your boyfriend. I'm sorry if this is rude but did he finally let you in ?

He may not be as dangerous as you think if he's giving you every piece of his life. He really is stupid for talking out loud. Someone might be listening to him. It's obvious he never been stalked !

-No, I don't live in this building. We're neighbors but I'm from the one just opposite. And that was not my boyfriend, it's a good friend.

Another lie.

-Talking about her, do you see her sometimes ? She's a little upset at me at the moment. She usually goes to work around 8AM. Maybe you saw her going out of her apartment ? you almost whisper because this time, you were telling the truth.

He looks lost at your change of tone, looking around you two to understand why you were suddenly whispering. Ignoring it, you describe her physically to him, her hair color, the way she usually dress. Even her boyfriend.

-I'm sorry I didn't saw any of them, I start my shift at 10AM so I stay inside until then. You can try and ask the others neighbors if you want.

-I've actually tried. you sigh and raise your brows for a split second. Wasn't conclusive...

-Yeah, the people here are not so kin to talking but uh I'll ask my roomate, for you, if you want.

-That'd be lovely. Really. You're really nice Ethan. Thank you."

After this, him and you started talking. He found you on a social media since you were too scared to even think telling your number to someone. Ethan started talking to you, greeting you everyday, sending picture of the sun when it was pretty. It wasn't useful but it kept the conversation going. You weren't interested in a relationship for the moment but you needed support. And if your friend had disappeared, you had no support and you were feeling your breaking point approaching. In a sense, you were using him.

Ethan was nice, really nice. But he wanted more. And you weren't sure you wanted to give it to him. It just wasn't the right time. Plus, if the stalker saw you with a man, maybe he'd leave you alone. Your motives were selfish but that's what stalking does to someone, you guess.

In parallel, you started to slide letters under your friend's door. (Ethan's idea!) Since she wasn't answering to her phone, you thought that she at least would be obligated to see the letters since they were physical.

All of them were saying you were worried, that the situation has worsened. That you needed her and if she wanted something she could ask you. Of course, there were no response. You even thought for a moment that she was on vacations but her mailbox was emptied each time news letters were in it.

Ethan was quickly starting to take a bigger place in your heart. Sometimes, you'd mention him in the letters. Saying you had met a cute man helping you. One day of every week, each time a different one, you'd come back into your apartment for clothes. And each time there was a proof the stalker had enter. Otherwise, it was the only proof they were still stalking you. Since you were always moving. You were hoping he lost track of you.

Ethan knew about the stalker, well, he knew the most important. Not every detail. He knew about your friend. He told you to file a complaint, but how ? You didn't have any proof. Often, he'd accompany you to the nearest police station and help you in your quest for freedom and justice. You were never listened to but Ethan was so kind. He was always telling you that he'd protect you. And it was true. He was protecting you. You were feeling safer when he was around.

You were feeling better with time. Except you missed your friend. But this problem seemed to be out of the way too as one day, as soon as you slided the letter under the door, a piece of paper was pushed towards you. You stared at it for whole minutes before realising what it was. A letter, coming from your friend. She had answered ! Quickly, you jump on it. It was written on a computer and then printed. Each words were like honey. After all these days without her, you were finally getting an answer!

She was slowly forgiving you !

The letter was talking about what the stalker did to her and why she was angry at you. She said that the creep had broke in and threatened to hurt her and her boyfriend. Her money was stolen but the most painful was to watch a stranger know everything about you without being able to protect yourself. She gave you news of her boyfriend, told you she had quit her work and asked you on your life as well. You couldn't proceed the situation ! You were so happy ! Getting up from your uncomfortable position on the grounds, you put your eyes against the door peephole to know if someone was in, only to see an eye already watching you. Surprised, you move away from the door. Seconds later, you look again but no one is here. Damn, that gave you the creep for a moment. Fortunately, it was her ! After all, who apart from her and her boyfriend is inside ? Your first instinct was to run towards Ethan's flat to tell him everything.

It was thanks to him after all. He gave you the idea of the letters. He's the one who got you out of the hole you were digging for yourself. You owed him so much. You were finally getting your friend back !

As smiley as you've ever been for the first time in weeks, you ring multiples times the doorbell.

A shirtless man opened the door for you. His roomate. You had never seen him. Ethan usually invite you when he's not here. You don't know his name, Ethan never bothered to tell it to you, simply referencing to him as 'my roomate'. Now feeling really uncomfortable, you simply look at him.

"Hello ? he asks first.

-Hi, is Ethan there ?

-Sorry, he left a few minutes ago. You can wait for him inside if you want. He's gonna come back."

With a nod, he moves out of the way. He lets you in the livingroom to go in the kitchen where he eats a spoon full of cereals. He's eating breakfast ? What time is it ? Looking at the clock, you learn that it's only quarter to nine (8:45). Where is Ethan ?

"So you're Ethan's girlfriend, right ?

He asks while scrolling on his phone. Awkwardly, you stay put, standing in the middle of the room.

-Oh, no no we're just friends.

-Really good friends, right? he says like he knows something you don't. He talks a lot about you so I assumed you were together already." He laughed.

You would have been uncomfortable if not for the letter your friend had given you. Nothing could get you out of your clouds.

"Oh he tells you about me?

-Too much, I feel like I already know you."

He laughs and you follow even if a little embarassed. He asks you if you want something, a drink, a snack, but you refuse. Days before, you would have been mistrustful of him as you don't know him. But he's Ethan's friend. And you trust Ehan. So you trust his friends.

The front door open and your smile return.

You turn toward the person who enterered, the letter hold tightly in your hand. Ethan doesn't see you, too preoccuped in closing the door. Finally, he lift his eyes and see you. A bright smile immediatly appears. He looks in disbelief at his roomate before staring at you again. Looking like a lovesick idiot.

"What are you doing here ?" he asks surprised with a radiant smile. He throws the mail he visibly just collected on the console next to the entrance.

The shirtless man grabs his bowl and leave the kitchen to leave you both alone. Ethan is beautiful. You only see it now. How blind were you ? He's still in his casual clothes. A red and black vichy jogging pants with a grey faded shirt. You can still discern the outline of the Shining poster on it despite the lack of color, probably due to the numerous washing. And he's breathtaking.

"You won't believe what just happened to me !

-Well, tell me. he seemed as excited as you. That was so cute and one of the numerous things you absolutely loved about him. He was always happy for you.

-She responded ! And I think I even saw her !

As if it was possible, his smile lights up. He walks straight at you and open big his arms for you to engulf into. Which you oblige. He holds you tight and close to this chest. You plunge your head in his shoulder, breath big and laugh from hapiness. He smells good. His nose takes refuge above your ear, on your temple.

"See ? I told you she wasn't mad at you !"

His hands caress your back as your smiles were indelible. You were feeling so happy, so at ease. It was your place. Everything was finally better. He laughs a breathy laugh and tighten his hold on you.

"I leave for a few minutes and this happen ! If its like that, i won't leave the house anymore!

You both chuckle. You move away from him and put your hand on his cheek, he tilts his head a little against it. Silence is what is heard for minutes, both staring into each other's eyes. A small happy smile could be seen on your faces. You slide your hand on his shoulder then lift your face to prop it in his neck. Breathing against his pulse.

-Yes, become my cute househusband. you mutter in a laugh.

-I'd be happy to oblige."

Your cheeks were hurting from how hard you were smiling. Even your prettiest dreams didn't feel like this. For a moment, he rocks you back and forth. His hand sliding under your shirt to stay put on your lower back, propagating his heat. You muttered a small 'thank you' that only he could hear. You were thanking him for everything; his support, his advices, his patience, for being him. The warmth of his body was so comforting against yours. You never want to leave.

It's the sound of porcelain clanking near you which got you out of your daydream. The shirtless man, not so shirtless anymore, put the dirty bowl in the sink. Giving you an apologetic smile, sorry to have broken the spell put on both of you. You smile at him and let Ethan go, deciding that you weren't going to make the situation awkward for his roomate by showing too much affection. You simply grab his hand that Ethan takes happily, his thumbs making small back and forth on the back of it.

"You went grab the mail ? You have a shit ton of letters ! you nod towards the console.

-It's just publicity. Too much of it.

Too much ? There is at least the mail of two different houses on that furniture ! You move towards them to better observe them but that's without counting Ethan who pulls you towards him. His hands go on your hips while yours go on his forearms, you raise a brow.

-I can throw them for you when I leave if you want. you offer.

-Don't, I'll do it.

-Are you sure ? It doesn't bother me...

-Yeah but it bother me! How can I let you do the dirty work, hm ?"

Not convinced by his false gentlemanliness, you raise a brow, a sly smirk on the face.

-Why don't you want me to just watch what you got ? you laugh. I'm curious now. Are you a subscriber of, like, a dirty magazine ? Playboy or something like that ?

-What ? No I'm not !" his face was beet red. You liked to tease him. You have regained your strength and vigor.

You rise both your hands to his face to cup his cheeks. Laughing, he tries to move out of your hold, almost curling on himself, in vain. He was playing along, of course. Ethan was surprisingly strong, so strong he could probably lift you. Your eyes were full of stars. To know he was showing you his submissive, vulnerable side was the prettiest feeling in the world. His hands takes yours to move them out of the way, his face red, he raises the back of your hand to lay his lips on it.

Fuck, you were falling, and really hard for him.

"I just want to take a look... you plead.

-Why do you insist on looking ? he asks, a brow raised, after sliding the back of your hand to his cheek.

-Why do you insist I don't ?

-Because I'm hiding a terrible secret...

-I can see that ! But you love me so much you'll tell me, right ?

He hums and plunge his head in your neck, breathing your smell. Smiling mischievously, he rubs his hair on you and tickle you. Your palms grab at his waist while he tackle you to the back of the couch. Fuck, where did he become so confident ? Okay, maybe your relation does not match with the 'friend' label... Friend definitly don't kiss each other's hand, they don't look at each other lovingly like you do, either. Nor do they tackle each other to a couch while towering so prettily like that...

-I'm in reality a ruthless criminal who steals the mail of its victim.

-Oh no! Don't steal my bills, please...

-You're too pretty to be one of my victims..." he whispers lowly close to your ear.

Finally, after several minutes of teasing, he invites you to lie on the couch. He asks you if you wants to eat something which you answer that his friend already offered. He asks for details about your interaction with your friend sooner this morning and you happily oblige. Telling him everything, even the most futile points. He was smiling during every seconds of it. Seemingly enjoying seeing you content.

"I'm so happy Ethan you don't understand. you tell him at the end of your story, breathless.

Breathless but at the same time, breathing for the first time in weeks. Breathing fresh air. Breathing after being suffocated all this time. It was so good.

-No, I think I do understand. Seeing you happy makes me happy.

You think you're ready to give him the relation he wants with you. Because you want it too, now. And you don't understand why you made him wait that long. You don't feel the danger around you as much as before, you can finally relax. You can finally have your life back.

-I mean, who in their right mind would ghost you? I wouldn't for sure ! Of course she'd talk to you again ! he smiles, stopping his joking tone. I told you everything would be fine.

Ethan's roomate comes back with a bag in hand. Interrupting you, he smiles at your proximity. He approachs his friend and tap him on the shoulder with a bright proud smile.

"I left you something in my nightstand, man. Feel free to use it anytime.

-What ?" ask a confused Ethan.

Poor boy don't get an any answer. His roomate nods to you and smile before going to the door.

-I'm leaving, have a nice day you both !" He yells in the house before slamming the door shut.

After the loud slam of the door, the only thing heard in the room is a faint static noise. Ethan moves uncomfortably on the couch, his eyes stuck to the turned off TV before him. It was weird to know you were now alone together. With his roomate gone, you only had your growing relationship and newfounds feelings with the boy in head.

"What about... We watch a movie together? For you to relax ? And to congratulate you on finally getting an answer ? he offers bashfully, almost scared you'd say no.

-Congratulate me ? You smiled brightly. I did nothing you know, she's the one who sent me an answer.

-Still, you need to relax.

-Don't you have work today ?

-Not when you're here.

-What ? You can't just do that !

-Of course I can ! You're always so stressed, he says in a more worried tone, you barely come over. Can't I be happy my... You're here with me ?

You felt at the same time a electrical shock and a pang your heart. Was he going to put a possessive pronouns before your title ? Was he going to say girlfriend ? Why did he correct himself ? You may not be together yet, but still ! Your heart was beating at high speed. You had a feeling this day with him was going to conclude on something really good.

It was an evidence you'd accept the movie offer. Ethan was sorry he didn't have any popcorn but it was really soon in the day anyway so it didn't bother you. He had put a horror movie you never heard of and by the blurb he gave you, it seemed nice.

Ethan's phone buzzed, he took a look at it and, curious, you stare at him. He sees your reaction and smile, brushing it off.

"It's nothing, it's my roomate.

-He already sent you a message ? He sure is worried. you said referencing to the fact he had litteraly left fifteen minutes ago.

-No it's not like that... These are scheduled messages. It's not really him who sends them.

-And what does it tell you?

He sighs before clocking off his phone, starting the movie. He mutters a quiet 'to do the dishes' while making himself comfortable on the couch. You smile. His rommate seems nice. You wonder why he never wanted to introduce you to him before.

Your relationship with Ethan was fast and slow at the same time. He already broke your defenses and got into your heart, you were teasing each other much more than at your starts. But despite all of this, he was still on the opposite side of the couch. He could be incredibly shy and terribly clingy in the same day.

While the movie was going, Ethan would throw some anecdotes about the scene or the actors. His passion was scary movies. It wasn't yours but you didn't hate them either, in fact, you needed pretty hard stuff to be scared of a movie. Well, after what happened, you simply need a voyeur and a stalker and you're done for. But before that you were pretty indifferent to those movies. The killer appears on the screen and Ethan jumps on the occasion to tells you about how the costume was made. Smiling, you retort to get a reaction out of him once again.

"When we look at you, it's impossible to guess you have the same taste as a serial killer.

-W-what ? I'm not a serial killer...

Not wanting to make him feel bad about his hobbys, you cut him some slack by pampering him. The last thing you wanted was to grow the distance between you.

-Of course E, I know you. You wouldn't hurt a fly. Or maybe to protect me, yeah, I could picture you getting angry for me. What a romantic you are, E. you joked, not even imaginign him getting angry for you, he was just too kind for it. You simply wanted to rassure him.

Ethan had a fond smile.

-Sometimes it seems like you do it on purpose. he puffs.

-Do what ?" you ask.

And he never responded to that. To be honest, you were mostly worried you had vexed him. You were scared of losing him after month of litteraly living thanks to him, depending on him ! His presence was mean of safety. You weren't as much harassed as before with him. You needed him.

So you grabbed your phone on the table and scrolled in your gallery, you had saved pictures that reminded you of him, pictures you found funny or just memes. You knew he put his phone on vibrate, and that the said phone was on his thigh. So you start to spam him. At first, he doesn't budge. But after the fourth vibration, he frows his brows and look at his messages. Seeing your name on the screen, he smiles and look at you. You play it innocent, making it seem like you were watching the movie but he, of course, doesn't believe you. He simply smiles at your childishness.

Knowing he was watching you, you slowly put back your phone on the table. If you were in a cartoon, you'd be whistling right now. From the corner of your eye, you see him shake his head falsely exasperated. The movie wasn't even important anymore. Ethan decided to read all the messages you had sent him. You'd hear him chuckle or ask you 'Are you serious?' on the weirdest images.

Your phone buzz, the vibration echoing in the whole table. You look at Ethan with a raised brow, thinking he had sent you something in return.

"Don't look at me like that, It's not me."

You ignore it. You didn't care what that notification was. Ethan was here and that was it. That was all you needed to know. To hear. The message owner could go to hell for all you care.

"You won't look at it ? Ethan asks anyway.

-No, why would I ?

He shrugs. Not thinking much of it, you grab your phone a second time. Ready to tell him a stupid joke about how it was your secret lover or something but your smile disappeared in a microsecond at the sight on your phone. Were you dreaming ? Were you fucking dreaming ? Or was this really a text from your best friend ? That she just sent ? Just now ? Your eyes widen, you reach out your arm to him, not quite touching him.

"Ethan Ethan Ethan Ethan, my god, my fucking god.

-What ? What ? Is everything okay ?" you didn't look at his face but his voice was scared.

With shaky hands, you click on the notification to show the message in its entirety. It was asking if you were doing okay. Following, a picture of her in her car. Your breath was erratic. The picture, in reality, seemed a little old. Her hair were shorter. But on the moment, you didn't try to question it, in fact, you didn't even notice it.

Ethan sits next to you on the couch, his arm and thigh against yours. He quickly understand the situation.

"Ask her if she's okay."

You do as you're told, too shocked to proceed any information or think by yourself for the moment. You start to feel bad for not wanting to look at the message seconds priors when she doesn't answer nor show signs she's connected.

"She doesn't respond, she's not connected. Fuck, E ! She messaged me ! you recall, not quite proceeding the whole answer stuff. This morning and now this, fuck, E.

How you could kiss him right now !

-I think it's the best day of my life. you look at him, which face was suddenly really close to yours. Ethan I'm gonna ask you a really important question.

-Wow, okay, I'm not stressing at all.

-Have you already kissed someone ?

His face progressively gets more red as his mouth closes and opens like a fish.

-L-Like on the cheek ? Or...

-On the mouth, E. A kiss, a real one. you say exasperated.

-I haven't.

He had every star of the universe in the eyes. You could pay good money to be able to stare into them every day. So Ethan was a true virigin. Never fucked, never kissed, probably never hold hand. Damn, how happy you were to be the first to do all those things to him.

-Can I kiss you, E ? the adrenaline still coursing through your veins made you ask this.

-Hell yes..." he whispers, as if waiting for this moment all his life.

You lean in and lay your lips on his. Pressing against his face, you move your hand in his curls to push him against you. His face was soft like his lips. He wasn't experienced but nor were you. You had already kissed people, of course. But you can't describe yourself as good at kissing. But god it was good kissing him. Eager, you open your mouth to slide your tongue in his. He happily folows, your teeth clinking in the process but none of you bothered. Wet and drooly sounds could be heard from your tongue licking and sucking each others.

Ethan parts from you to take a big breath. Once done, he plunges once again in the heated kiss. Your phone long forgotten on the couch fall on the ground with Ethan's moves to get closer to you. Caging you between the couch and his tall body, he plants his hands on either sides of your waist.

How you never want to part away from him...

Your fingers lift up his shirt for you to caress his hips, you feel him shudder at your touch. Ethan whimpers in your mouth when you drag your fingers higher and that's all you need to hear for you to rise to your knees. Since you're now taller, Ethan have to back his head. He hold tightly your lower back which he keeps stuck to him.

With one hand, Ethan takes the remote and turn off the TV without turning his attention from you. He leans towards you, crushing you flat against the cushions. His pelvis now between your legs. You wrap him between your thighs. Your hands pull and grab at his curly hair and by his whines, you guess he seems to like it.

Something is poking at your thigh and you search the reason, quickly to find it was his goddamn dick. He was already painfully hard. The though of him so ready for you had heat pooling to your underwear. Your hand play with the elastic of his pant, making it slam lightly against his pelvis. Ethan whimpers and rubs suddenly his cock against your pants. You bite his lips from the sensation.

He was so desperate, you loved it.

The movie on TV suddenly let out a screeching so loud it made you both jump from each other. You look at the screen only to see that the killer made another victim. When did you put the volume so loud ? Damn. Ethan stands up and laugh nervously, his lips all red and swollen from your sucking. You're hurt by the rapidity he used to get off you.

"I'm... heading to the kitchen for, uh, glass of water. You want ?" he spits in an embarassed quickness., his voice cracking a little.

You nod and he instantly disappears into the kitchen to grab two glass of water. Lying down on the couch, you try to understand exactly what happened. You kissed him, no, you made out with him. You felt his dick against you ! He humped you !

You're finally going crazy, aren't you ? Man, what if the stalker killed you already and you're just imagining all that ? Nevertheless, the wet sensation in your underwear really was real. Maybe he's just getting shy again ? You know about his quickly embarrassed demeanor, you just didn't think he'd feel shame after grinding on and kissing you in, such a dirty way. It's kind of late to be ashamed.

Ethan comes back, walking weirdly. His legs not quite closing like usual to take a step. Oh, yeah. of course with his hard on bothering him. He just place the glass on the table and back from it as quickly as he came. You look at him, eyes full of questions. Is he disgusted ? Scared ? Is he really just shy ? You were scared he regretted kissing you.

Ethan stares at the tv, well, he was faking it. He was still standing after all, and side eyeing you. Looking for your reactions. Sipping on his glass of water as if it was fine wine. Shoulders almost hunched before.

"I love that movie.

-So we're not gonna talk about it at all?"

He stays silent. Fuck. You ruined everything, didn't you ? Ethan was standing awkwardly before you. He pulls at his pants to loosen it, the pression probably hurting his now bigger cock. He looks at the ground, neck and ear bright red. His other hand puts his curl back in place.

"Do you regret it ? you ask, pained.

He says no in a voice similar to a child who'd been scolded. Then, he looks at you for a mere second before lowering his gaze once again. Ethan smiles sadly.

"It's just..."

You nod, making him understand that you were listening.

"That was kind of awkward. Seeing you were hurt, he panicks. N-no! Not like that ! Not because of you or... Or like that or anything. Like. It kind of was my first kiss. And, you know. I'm not really good at it and all. And I kind of drooled on you and that wasn't as romantic as I thought it would be. And I made sounds I didn't even know I was capable of, you see? I was thinking we'd have a cute picnic or something and it would have been cute and... Now it was just messy and horny. Which was good, too but, uh, yeah...

You're speechless after such a letting go of emotions.

-Fuck, I always ruin everything, right ? he adds, laughing bitterly.

-Ethan... you sigh, getting up from the couch. You don't have to be embarrassed. I liked the kiss, I would have liked it as long as it was with you.

He nods shyly. Suddenly really aware of his low self esteem, which you were already knowing of, you feel sympathy for the boy. You put your glass on the table and walk to him, taking his own glass of water, you put it away and keep your attention on him. You wrap your arms around his neck and smile. Laying a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips. Flustrered, he tries to hide his face but fail.

"You're such a cutie." you tell him.

How happy you were to have such an angel as Ethan by your side. He had pratically saved your life. He truly was a gift from heaven. That's what you needed after all the terrifying things that happened, a cute nerdy but safe man who'd protect you.

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Part 2

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st-danger · 7 months

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aahhh hello diaper anon here! Thanks for being so open minded and I promise I will love anything you write!!

My main thoughts were rain being made to wear them by a ghoul of your choosing and said ghoul conveniently locks all the restrooms. Then rain thinking he's being subtle when he's uhmm relieving himself but everyone notices and teases him for it - horniness ensues.

But seriously take it in whatever direction you want, you're a saint (pun intended) <3

(Quick little note that I'm really pleased this Anon trusted me to write this kink for them, and if you don't like it or you're gonna be squicked by it just don't fuckin read it but I'm not going to tolerate any rude comments towards this kink if it's not your thing so don't even go there. ANON I'VE NEVER WRITTEN THIS BEFORE I HOPE IT IS TO YOUR LIKING THANK YOU FOR TRUSTING ME)

Rain stares at Mountain's outstretched hand.

More specifically, what is being held in said hand. It takes him a quick moment to realize what it is, the puzzle slowly slotting together, and as it does, Rain feels funny. Weird. All over.

"Go on," Mountain says, and Rain doesn't have to look up to see the sweet smile on his face, so evident in the tone he takes. "Put it on."

He starts reaching for it, but stops just before he lays a hand on it, hesitating. This is new. They've talked about it- well. Mountain's talked about it before, mentioned it a few times. Last week, actually, when he had held Rain close and kissed his ear and told him to let go and get his lap soaking. Would you wear one? he'd breathed. Make you go in public and it'd be our secret. Mountain doesn't flaunt his kinks quite so brashly as the others do, but he's just as deviant as the rest of them. Everyone knows what everyone likes, but Mountain still makes Rain feel like what they explore is clandestine. An arousing little hush-hush thing just for the two of them.

Rain's stomach twists as he lays a hand on it, takes it from him. It feels like sealing his fate, a little point of no return. An escalation that crosses some kind of line. Mountain is leaning down, cupping Rain's face in his hands and kissing him before he has a moment more to think. He lets himself be kissed, thoroughly and deeply, arms hanging uselessly at his sides, one hand clutching the diaper a little harder than before.

"Our secret," Mountain breathes against him, gentle and coaxing, like Rain wasn't going to agree to this from the beginning, regardless of the strange feelings it evoked. He gives Rain's lower lip a teasing little lick, and then rubs their noses together, so affectionate.

"I can't just wear it," Rain whispers, and Mountain knows what he's asking.

"You need to use it," he tells him, and Rain feels the oddest shiver, the most pleasurable little hit of nervousness that he thinks he's ever experienced.

He's not sure how he's supposed to keep it secret; standing before his mirror, the dawning realization that his pants are too tight to hide the shape... and the sound. There's a distinct crinkle and there's part of him that knows that Mountain was aware it wouldn't be entirely quiet. At least the bar will have enough noise to cover it. Its the cab ride over he's concerned about. He grabs a sweatshirt, ties it around his waist. Crosses his fingers.

It's not enough.

Not enough to evade the way Swiss seems so observant, looking over at him from the other side of the cab. Mountain sits in the front, a low drone of conversation between him and the driver. Rain does his best to sit still, keep his face nice and neutral, but when he looks over at Swiss, his cheeks heat. Casual, he pulls his phone out. Texts Mountain.

I think he knows.

The reply comes a moment later.

It was his idea too.

Rain flushes hot and cold and turns the screen off as fast as he can. He does not look back over at Swiss, even when Swiss runs a gentle hand up his thigh, closer and closer to where something plastic is stuffed just underneath- the hand withdraws and Rain feels his cock give up an interested twitch.

It's worse, having two of them aware. The bar noise as expected covers any potential sound, and he keeps the sweatshirt tied firmly around him. The way Swiss and Mountain watch him, the way they know what he's hiding, why he's pouring himself a glass of water in between his first and second beer is exhilarating as it is nerve wracking. His cock has been plump since the cab ride, but he feels the pressure in his bladder ever more insistent. It's a strange headspace, to realize he isn't sure if he wants to be hard or not. If he should be hard or not. If one of those options seems dirtier than the other- all swollen from the humiliation of it all, the secrecy, or limp and seemingly suffering through the degradation of it in order to please them. Obsequious and servile.

He's barely been sitting down in the corner booth before they join him. No rest for the wicked, he supposes, scooting over to allow Swiss to slide over, pressing their shoulders together. Not even the extremely wicked.

"How much longer are you gonna squirm for?" Swiss asks, voice light and conversational.

Until, is the answer.

"I don't think I can do this," Rain admits, leg bouncing, running a restless hand through his hair. He lets out a huff of a laugh, a disbelieving little thing, cheeks pinking when he brings his eyes to meet theirs, looking back and forth between them. He knows his eyes are a bit wide, and that Mountain loves the conflict he sees in them. He knows Mountain and Swiss are going to praise him for this later on; all he has to do is let go and they're going to take him apart after this, use their fingers and their tongues and their dicks to make him cry and cum until he's a pathetic heap, willing to do it all again if it means the same reward.

Swiss slings an arm around his shoulders as Mountain reaches for his hand, holding it. Rubbing his thumb soothingly back and forth over the knuckles.

"Deep breath, Rain," Mountain says. His thighs tense- he's not sure why he's trying to hold back now. The beer and water have caught up to him and he knows it's an inevitability. He doesn't want to be too uncomfortable, but can't find it in him to relax and let it happen. Logically, he knows the others are all absorbed in their own conversations and drinks, that Mountain and Swiss are the only ones privy to what Rain is wearing. What he's about to do.

It doesn't feel that way.

It's such a thrill.

"Do it," Mountain orders, "and look at me."

He tries looking calm. Placid. He manages it through the first few drops he feels begin to leak out, but he instinctively clenches, and stops, a wave of sensation blooming out from where he's tensed. The muscle in his jaw jumps as he grits his teeth. He squirms again, and Swiss's hand squeezes dramatically on his shoulder.

"Relax," Swiss murmurs, barely audible over the ambient noise around them.

He tries to keep his face calm, but his eyes flutter and lips part when he feels the flood of warmth, the electrifying embarrassment. Mountain's hand tightens around his, looking back at him with a disbelieving, hungry look and- the heat of it, the squish of it should be deeply weird, but instead it's soft and gratifying and Rain quivers ever so slightly the entire time he wets himself.

He feels the tension Swiss carries beside him, feels the neediness in the way Mountain squeezes and releases his hand over and over, sees in the pained crease between his brows.

"Cirrus!" Swiss waves up at her, and she slinks over. Swiss begins grabbing the sweatshirt around Rain and yanking if off, out from underneath him. Rain stares, dumbfounded while Swiss hands it to her.

"Thanks," she says, and shrugs it on. "Been cold all evening."

Rain watches her rejoin Cumulus by the counter, watches his only saving grace as it were slip out of reach.

"How about another round?" Mountain smiles.

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sweet-honey-tears · 8 months

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Bartender Shinso

Shinso x fem!Reader part 2

This is part 2 of Bartender Shinso- sorry for the wait! It’s more suggestive then the last one- but still not straight up smut. If there’s a tag I should use- please let me know. Also thank you for the request!🤍 part 1

Warning: Extremely Suggestive themes(is a warning for when it starts), drinking, mention of being self-conscious, pet names (Kitty, kitten,babygirl) the author doesn't know much about bartending

Dating Shinso is a little funny.

Your first date is in the morning, and he’s 15 minutes late. You’re chewing your lip, staring down at your Luke-warm coffee.

“ Y/N! I’m so sorry!” You hear Shinso shout as he runs toward you.

You look up and you realize why he was late. His eyes have such dark circles he could almost pull off a vampire. His lavender hair is mused from running. His purple flannel is almost hanging off his shoulder and he’s wearing black jeans with a black shirt with the club's names on it. He’s also wearing his work shoes. Something you’ve only ever caught glimpses of from over the counter. The shoes are purple, with messily drawn cats on them. He told you his little sister did them. He must have just got out of work- or very recently did. You mentally slap yourself for picking a date in the morning of all times.

“Shit- sorry. I-”

“It’s okay Sin.” Shin, the name makes him smile but his guilt creeps on still. “You just got out, didn’t you?”

He looks at you surprised but gives a tired grin. “That obvious?”

“You’re wearing your work shoe…. And the Club's name is on your shirt” You smile sweetly. He looks down, seeming shocked at his own clothing. His cheeks darkened in embarrassment. “I got out at 3 am… then ran around cause Eri has a cold and…” his voice trails off as he shakes his head, a tired smile. It causes your cheeks to darken. “Come on, let's go get coffee and some breakfast,” you ask with a small smile. “Or dinner, for you?” Shisno laughed again. You asked if he wanted to cancel, and he said no. You both just sat and talked.

Dating Shinso is funny. It’s almost like dating a vampire. Mostly at night, before his shift, or early morning when the sky’s still dark.

“Kitten, go home. I know you're tired,”

He says softly to you. Leaning over the counter to cup your cheek.

“No. I wanna be here when you get off shift.”

“Babygirl, they'll kick you out for closing.”

You shrug. “Then I'll wait till then.”

They do the first few times- then they just stop. Watching you take a broom and help sweep up or wash the counters, just wanting to help out to get Shinso home sooner. The owner laughs, asking if you want a job.

The bouncers know you by name, and the waiters smile at you constantly. “Aw, Shinso’s Sweetheart is here!” one of the girls always says. Her song voice holds nothing but love and adoration at the sight.

Shinso’s busy and tired, juggling college classes(I can't come up with just one subject so you pick- ) and work- so you'll usually help him out. Whether it be getting groceries or doing small tasks so he can rest or study.

You met Eri without Shinso due to this The young teenager spotted you at the grocery store. Quietly and slowly walking up to you. She had apparently seen a photo of you on Shinso’s home screen when he came to visit and wanted to see if it really was you. The two of you chatted nicely, your eyes glancing over her shoulder to see a dark-haired man leaning on the shopping cart. His eyes lazily watching the two of you.

“Ah yeah, that's Azawia. He can be scary looking but he's a good guy. He worked with social services while in the police force before he became a teacher.”

A year or two later when you move into his appointment , you’re still trying to stay up for him. Waiting till the wee hours of the night and early morning to see him.

He smiles when he sees you fast asleep on the couch. Your cat Purrbon (like bourbon but with purr) fast asleep on your chest. No matter how tired he is, he’ll pick your sleeping form up and carry you to bed. Tucking you in before getting ready himself.

Shinso usually wakes up much later than you do, which is no surprise considering your different jobs. And on days you really can’t stay up, he’ll check his phone to see a wall of messages. Spanning from “I love you” to dinner ideas or random thoughts.

“I don’t expect you to read them shin! I know it’s a lot. I just miss you and… well I need to get it out somehow and Purrbon and only take so many snuggles!” You’re embarrassed, anxious, worried he’s angry.

Ah, that’s right- Shinso remembers the time you got drunk with the girls and he came home from work to find the pretty calico cat covered in lipstick marks. (You’re friends drove you home)

Shinso smiles at the thought. “I don’t mind if you send them then. They’re nice to look back to on very late nights.”

Those late nights, he’ll come home to a meal wrapped in plastic wrap in the fridge.

On some very early mornings, he’ll come home to find you sleepily at the stove in a bathrobe.

“Oh Shiny, you’re home.”

“What are you doing up?” He doesn’t mean to, but his voice is sharp and tired and he watches your shoulders drop. “No kitty I- I’m sorry it was a long night. Someone started a fight…” he mumbles into your shoulder, his arms around your waist as he presses himself into your back.

“It’s okay Shin, it’s late and I know you’re tired.” Your sweet sleepy voice says and his heart aches. He watches you make him eggs and rice, sitting down with him in the comfortable silence.

SPICE

Shinso’s also forced you to love yourself more. The love bites on your hips and thighs are hard to hide on some days.

“I’m not moving till you say it kitty.”

“Sh-shin- shin please this is embarrassing”

“Nah uh, kitty. Say it or nothing.”

His heart aches when he watches you struggle to see yourself in the way he does.

“Oh kitty you’re so fucking pretty. Fuck”

He comes up behind you in the mirror, his ringed hands resting on your waist. You’re both dressed for the club. He finally has a day off from working at a club and now he’s being dragged to a different one. Mostly at the constant harassment of his and your friends but still. He squeezes your waist.

“Kitty… imma have to be with you the whole night. Won’t be able to let you out of my sight.”

“What do you mean?”

“The other guys won’t be able to stop staring at you.” His rough voice whispers. “But they can’t have you.”He pulls your back flush to his chest, gripping your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder. “You’re my pretty kitty. Only mine.” His rough voice whispers into your ear. “And I can’t wait remind you tonight. When I get that little dress off you and pound-“

“Shin!”

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rorysvampire · 6 months

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𝕰𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘 — 𝕮𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 [+18]

fem!reader x euronymous

content: bullying, creampie, blowjob, degrading, explicit and unprotected sex.

⚠️ WARNING: this story is NOT about the real-life Euronymous ⚠️

it was Halloween night. the weather was cold, but not cold enough to be uncomfortable. it was possible to see children and teenagers going out in costumes and asking for sweets, houses and stores decorated in the most fun ways possible through your window. It made you even more excited, making you even more willing to invest in your customization, but first, you needed a nice, relaxing hot bath, which definitely made you feel much more relaxed and warm compared to the current climate.

suddenly, your phone rings, breaking you out of the trance you were in, while getting ready for one of your college friends' Halloween party. when you look at the screen, you notice that the number was restricted and realize how strange that was.

this type of call was unusual, and it made you suspicious about who could be calling you. after thinking and rethinking a few times, you decide to answer.

"hello?" your voice dripped with suspicion, as expected.

"hello dear. I can see that you're excited for your Halloween night…” the voice was harsh and serious, and the way this - until then - stranger spoke to you, gave you goosebumps.

"who are you?" you stand firm despite being apprehensive and suspicious. and every second of waiting for an answer felt like an eternity.

“well, that’s not important… but do you know what really matters?” the voice says, giving you a pause to think.

“you look beautiful in that Jigsaw costume.” your body immediately freezes. there was no one in your house but you, at least that's what you thought.

you take a deep breath, trying not to despair and not show that you were scared. millions of possibilities run through your mind, while you hope it was just a prank. but this moment of terror ended in that second, when you heard a familiar laugh in the background of the call.

“wait… Sky?” you say, confused and thoughtful.

“damn, you got me.” without using the voice distorter, your friend laughs when discovered her evil plan.

“I should have known this was your thing.” the relief was noticeable. now that it was all just a silly joke, you could breathe again.

“haha yeah! but tell the truth! I scared you, right?” the excitement in the girl's voice was infectious.

“it definitely scared the hell out of me. but how do you know what I’m wearing?” it was a great point. you knew there was no way she could have entered your house without you noticing.

“look out the window.” in the same second, you turn around and see the girl in the bushes in front of your room, wearing the famous Ghostface costume.

she takes off her mask and smiles, waving in a funny way. so, you took the opportunity to go to that party together. it wasn't that far from his house, so it was a peaceful walk there.

…

the party was noisy. people talking, laughing, shouting, scaring each other, loud music and everything that could exist at an event like this. the two of you enter the party, getting used to the chaotic atmosphere of the place.

a waiter dressed as a zombie greeted both of you with shots of vodka, who makes you chuckle and find it very amusing. when you down your first shot of the night, your throat burns and your body heats up immediately, putting you in the mood.

even with all the excitement at seeing the costumes everyone was wearing, the sound, and the drink, none of that stopped you from being bothered when seeing a disturbing sight. there was the stupid Oystein, drinking and laughing with his friends. you roll your eyes and head to another area of the party with your friend so as not to be seen by him. but that didn't last long.

as you down your second shot of vodka, you see Oystein walk up to you with the same mocking smile on his face. you take a deep breath and think to yourself the same thing: "I can't let this asshole ruin my night.". this became your mantra to stay patient.

euronymous stops next to you, and Sky whispers in your ear "good luck!" giving a few discreet giggles before leaving. your look was desperate when you notice that you would be alone with this idiot.

“what the hell is that?" said the boy, looking at you from the bottom to the top.

"I thought girls only dressed like that in porn." he laughs, making the same arrogant expression as always.

"what about you? Jeff the Killer, really?? what, you're stuck in 2014?" you say laughing, looking him up and down. he really looked like crazy in that costume.

"at least I don't look like I came out of a strip club." he said with a victorious smile.

"tell the truth, am I not extremely attractive with that fake cut on my mouth?" he approaches you to show you the makeup.

"I can give you a real cut if you want." your sarcastic laugh irritated him. and you knew it.

"Wow, how mean!" he says, pretending to be hurt by your words. impatiently, you don't wait for a response and turn to go to another room in the house, but he continues to follow you.

“you're really in character, huh?” he speaks right behind you, too close.

“just don't put me in the reverse bear trap, Mrs. Jigsaw..." it was inevitable to chuckle at the nonsense he said from time to time. it made you forget what an asshole he was.

“If you keep following me I’ll do worse than that.” you say, getting another shot.

"do you know why I'm following you?" it made you curious. you turn your face slightly to look at him from the corner of your eye, but continue walking.

"because I can get the perfect view of your ass from this angle." he says, almost whispering next to your ear, and chuckled.

"fuck you, Oystein." pissed, you groan and walk faster trying to find a place where he couldn't bother you. and he continues to follow you.

"you can't blame me for that. despite that ugly face of yours, you have nice body." he continues to laugh and mock you. it makes your blood boil, but your mantra was helping you remain unshakable.

"what? are you trying to act like a badass by ignoring me? that's pathetic!" you continued to try to ignore him, but it was getting harder and harder.

“the best answer is the one that is not given.” you used that phrase to stay calm. it was obvious that he was trying to get you off as usual, but this time you were determined it would be different.

"you're not fun at all. you're just another one of those basic bitches who pretend to be a good girl, but that outfit gives away that you're a whore." he was really focused to annoy you, and it was noticeable by the stupid smile he kept.

"you're not going to ruin my night you little piece of shit." with your arms crossed you finally manage to separate yourself from him and party with your friends.

for a few moments there really was a minute of peace. you managed to dance, drink and kiss a random boy who was on the dance floor, who was clearly flirting with you. it was being a lot of fun, until he showed up again.

"are you having fun, slut?" you feel a shiver run down your spine when you hear his voice next to your ear. there was something about his voice that was very sensual, even though he was saying terrible things to you.

"what the fuck!?" you were irritated again, and look at him to show your disapproval.

"who do you think you are to talk to me like that? you're crossing the line." he says in a more serious tone.

"honestly? I don't give a fuck about what you think." you continue to dance, and turn your face away so you don't have to look at that narcissistic smile again.

"don't ignore me!" Oystein says. his presence was heavy. you could feel him behind you, even though he wasn't touching your skin. suddenly, and apparently very angry, Sky reappears.

“I'm tired of these silly fights you guys have!!!" she said almost screaming so we could hear even with the sound turned up. the girl holds both of their wrists and takes them to an isolated room.

"sort yourself out, damn it!" Sky slams the door shut, locking you both inside.

"see what you did? you pissed her off!" you say trying to open the door but failing.

"I can't believe I'm going to be forced to stay in this place with you!" Oystein rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

“shut up!" you move away from him.

"who do you think you are to tell me to shut up?" he approaches you again, and this time, he was invading your personal space.

"we're in this situation because of you for being a spoiled little bitch." he said, now trying to open the door.

"now it's my fault? you've got to be kidding!" you lean your back against the wall, trying to think of a solution that wouldn't kill Euronymous.

he moves even closer to you, leaving a few centimeters of distance between your body and his. he abruptly puts his hand in your hair and pulls it towards him. "you're being very rude to me. I must be going too easy on you..." he gives an evil smile, but at the same time seductive.

“do you know how many things I could do to you without anyone knowing in here?" his whisper was lustful, and his hot breath next to your skin made your stomach freezes.

“I want to see you try." you tease. the sexual tension between the two of you was undeniable even within the college itself, and you weren't the type of person who took moments to herself. you felt attracted to him. you wanted to kiss him. but he would NEVER admit it, due to the boy's troubled personality.

he continues to hold you by your hair, but with more force "you really don't know what you're dealing with..." you feel the boy's wet, warm tongue touch your ear, one of your weak spots. he was winning that fight, but you were stubborn, so even though your panties were starting to get wet, you didn't give in.

“you are nobody, Oystein. just a spoiled, angry little boy.” your teasing makes him even angrier. you were getting what you wanted, pushing his buttons until he proved what he was capable of doing to you.

in the end, you were dominating the situation. even though he had the physical advantage, all of this was actually happening because you made it happen, without seeming like you were really interested in making out with him.

he then drags you by your hair to the edge of the bed and sits you down. his grip was strong, but you felt pleasure from it. he looks into your eyes, full of lust, angry and dirty thoughts about you, as slowly lets go of your hair, making his hands slide down your face tenderly. he removes his belt and unbuttons his jeans, leaving the throbbing bulge exposed inside his underwear, which soon pops out.

"open." he orders, indicating for you to open your mouth, and so you do.

you feel his cock slide hard across your tongue, reaching your throat. you could hear him gasp as he felt your warm, soft mouth inside. euronymous holds your head with both hands and starts to move your head slowly, making you feel every inch of him.

the movements gradually become faster and faster, pushing deeper and harder each time. he didn't mind seeing you choke a few times, in fact, it turned him on even more. his eyes filled with tears involuntarily at the act, making him smile.

"you look much better down there." he said, in a low, seductive voice.

Oystein removes his dick, completely covered with your saliva, from your mouth, controlling his breathing so he can hold on and enjoy you more. he pushes you roughly, making you lay down on the bed.

his touch was aggressive and firm, exactly what you expected. at this point, your bottom was already ruined, soaked by your dirty desire to be fucked by the boy you hated. his hands slide down your soft skin until he reaches your underwear under your skirt.

Oystein strokes the fabric as he slowly slides the article of clothing off of you. he notes how wet it was, and smiles in approval. "I knew you weren't a saint like everyone at college thinks."

“but this will be our little secret.” he said, as he opens your legs with some force, revealing your extremely wet cunt. you saw Euronymous' rigid member pulsing violently, demonstrating how hungry he was for you. and God, that sight was wonderful.

his fingers slowly slide into your entrance, and without wasting much more time, he inserts his two fingers into your tight and soft entrance, making you moan, even if unintentionally.

"if you hated me and are reacting this way, I don't even want to imagine if you liked me..." he says, increasing the speed of his thrusts, while using his thumb to stimulate your clit.

“j-just shut up…” your voice came out slightly cracking, as you tried incessantly to hold back your moans. but it was inevitable, after all, he knew what he was doing.

you couldn’t stand pretending anymore. your body shake and twitch with so much pleasure, completely surrendering to Oystein. he liked to see how much you were enjoying it, how much you moaned, all of this made him feel the urgency of having you for himself, and only him.

he removes his fingers from you when you were close to your limit, exactly as he planned. Euronymous smiles evilly and pulls your hips tightly towards him. his cock was hard and throbbing, begging to be inside you. the boy positions himself on top of you, and slowly pushes into your slippery pussy. he lets out a loud moan along with you, as he experiences that mix of hot and exciting sensations.

you were panting, your hearts beat at the same frequency, tension and desire grew with each minute. and finally, when he regains his strength, Oystein starts to give you violent thrusts, making your pussy wetter and wetter. he looks into your eyes and places one of his large, masculine hands on your jaw, squeezing tightly.

the feeling was indescribable. you were completely served for him, and the way he held your face in an almost animalistic way was just so hot. your shame was soon put aside and you moaned without even thinking, making him even more excited about fucking you without mercy.

he continued to pound into you, until you felt your body writhe in pleasure, feeling the orgasm hit you with great intensity. Oystein smiles, but doesn't stop the movements, making your sensitive intimacy even more stimulated, until he finally felt satisfied with you, spurting his hot and sticky liquid inside you.

you both were clearly exhausted and your body was shaking with horny. he pulls out of you, causing his liquid to drip out of your cunt.

"that’s the most beautiful sight I've ever seen." Oystein says breathlessly but smiling. sweat drips from his forehead and he lays his body on top of yours, making you feel his hot breath.

"you're officially my favorite little sex doll."

• thank you for reading this! forgive me for my English, I'm still not 100% fluent in the language. I'm accepting requests or suggestions! criticisms are also welcome!

#rory culkin #fanfic #metal #halloween #euronymous #mayhem band #lords of chaos

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