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LET ME BE THE JUDGE OF THAT - T . NOTT
Mature Content Ahead
Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Enzo are best friend, you have a bi-weekly gossip session at the astronomy tower during your bi-weekly smoke break. During said gossip, Enzo drops some juicy goss about a certain slytherin boy and how he's 'packing', iygwim ;)
Warnings: SMUT, Switch Theo and Reader, Mentions of Smoking, Graphic descriptions of sex, Slight Male!Receiving Oral, Squirting
A/N: I apologise for any spelling mistakes or slightly off sentences. I did proof read but I am dyslexic with acrylics on so my spelling gets progressively worse.
Theodore Nott. The man he was. He was one of your friends, he was in the group of the original slytherins from day dot. You always harboured something towards him - you just didn't know if it was feelings or pure lust. The man was an absolute pantie dropper. He just got even hotter with puberty.
Though he wasn't as much as a whore as Mattheo, he definitely stuck his dick in a few things (stupid bitches). There were many rumours about him but no one knew it was real, no one kiss and told with him. For all you knew he could've been an absolute virgin. But one of the rumours was true, Enzo mentioned over your bi-weekly free period cig break in the Astronomy tower.
"Oh! I've got some goss for you" Enzo chuckled as he pointed his slender fingers at you. His cigarette perfectly slotted inbetween his index and middle.
"What?" You looked over at him intruiged, as you stayed sat against the railing of the tower, your feet dangling over the old cobble below.
"Theo" He smirked. If you were a dog your ears would've perked up. The way your body instantly sat up straight away as you looked over at him more alert than ever. Your hand paused infront of you, the cig butt burning out. "Its big" He winked.
"Oh fuck off 'Zo" You took a puff from your cig, letting it hit your throat before exhaling. "You're full of shit, I'm not sitting here and listening to you bullshit another stupid 'Big Dick of Hogwarts' again. Do you know I actually got with Adrien just to fucking see" You rolled your eyes.
Enzo laughed "Did you actually?!"
You nodded as you inhaled the smoke from your cigarette, flicking the end as ash fell from the tip. "Well embarassing too, was so turned off at the.. what 3 inches I had to work with, just walked out" You groaned.
Enzo snickered but collected himself. "I'm serious though, it's literally huge. He sent a picture to the lads groupchat-"
"Why?" You cut him off
"We wanted to compare dick sizes so we measure it against our DADA text books" Enzo shrugged.
"You lot are fucking stupid..." You shook your head. "But.. out of interest where abouts was it? Would you say centered with the authors name in the centre or? I know the book is 15 inches tall" You spoke, putting out your cig on the metal bar.
"Jesus fucking Christ you are a freak" Enzo laughed putting out his cigarette beside yours. "But it was to the title lettering"
You stood up in shock. "You're saying Theodore Nott has a 9 inch penis.."
"How do you know the size- Wait I'll just show you" He pulled his phone out of his pocket, pulling up the groupchat and showing you the picture. Now with Enzo, if you couldn't guess it by now, he was the male gay of the group - him and Pans representing the rainbow together. You all thought it would be Blaise he turns out he ended up hitting it off well with Luna Lovegood.
"No.. fucking way" You gripped the muggle phone as you stared at the picture. "This makes me want to fuck Theo even more 'Zo. I've been toying with the idea but fuck this solidifies it"
Enzo laughs "Well he's been having a 'dry spell at the moment' said he can't get it up because of an 'inconsistency' he said but he won't tell anyone. Sounds like he's seen something that'll only make him hard".
"Inconsistency? Pfft, I'll be the judge of that" You smirked.
"Oh I bet you will" He snickered.
"Jesus, this cig break was crazy" You laughed, giving Enzo his phone back and the two of you walked down the steps of the tower.
"I'll update you if I hear anything more from Mr 9 inches" Enzo winks.
You shook your head bidding him a goodbye.
Later that day, You made your way into the dungeons, walking to Enzo's dorm to tell him about the crazy fight between Astoria and a random Ravenclaw over Draco.
"Zo you'll never fucking believe it. Astoria ate shit today and got her ass handed to by a Raven...claw-" You flung open the door, looking up and locking eyes to chest with a very naked, towel covered sadly, Theo.
"My eyes are up here bella" He smirked.
You gawked at him, shocked to see him, especially how chiseled he was... as your mouth practically salivated at the sight of him.
"Bella?" Theo chuckled at your frozen figure.
"Respectfully Theo, I've always found you so fucking hot. But now I'm going to have to definitely suck you off" You smirked up at him.
He snickered as he gazed at you. His tongue running across his bottom lip before biting it. "You really dont play around... Come on then"
You slammed the door behind you as you lunged yourself at Theo, crashing your lips onto his. His hands roaming your body as your slid from his shoulders to his damp chest. Your fingers working through the crevasses slowly.
"My.. my.. So eager" He laughed as you pushed him back against a bed while yanking at the towel watching as he caught himself with his hands on the bed, sitting up as he supported himself completely naked.
You bit your lip as you dropped to your knees. "Fuck.. Enzo wasn't lying" You placed your hands on his thighs.
"What?" Theo froze.
"Enzo showed me your dick pic.. Its even bigger in person though" You bit your lip.
"Fucking Enzo.. So you saw my cock and now wanna suck it because of a picture?"
"Yeah pretty much" You licked a stripe up the base of his shafts to the tip as you peered up at him smirking as he let out a shaky gasp.
"You are a weird one Y/N.. Now hurry up before I fuck your face with it" He groaned slightly agitated at being teased.
"He also said about your inconsistency to get it up Nott.. you seem to not be having an issue" You smirked as you took his length into your hands as you jerked him off slightly as you kissed up his pelvis.
"Don't act so suprised bella.. We both know it was because of you and that cheeky thong of yours. Why'd you think that was OK?" Theo sighed as he bit his lip peering down at you.
"Me?" You questioned.
You peered outside your door, looking left and right before slithering out. You really wanted to grab some water from the kitchen but it was so late and you couldn't be asked to wait till breakfast.
You snuck out the common room, running down to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water but also stealing a few biscuits while you were at it.
You had successfully made it back to the common room, slowly walking down the stairs before turning to walk up the stairs to your dorm. You felt a presence near you but you, looked around and saw no one. So you shrugged it off.
Third POV
"Fuck-" Theo hissed as he flicked his cigarette out the window as he stared at your figure stood at the end of the stairs.
The way you stood in your little black knee high socks, paired with an absolute ravishing black lace thong - leaving nothing to Theo's imagination. Not only that, a tiny crop top with underboov practically spilling out. Theodore was spoilt by this view. He noticed you didn't notice him as you crept back upstairs. The growing tent in his joggers as he stood up to readjust but ending up moaning at the slight friction of the fabric.
What you didn't know, is that night Theo went and jacked off 6 times thinking about you. He'd never came so much, let alone been so weak for anyone. You were all he could think about for weeks. Even when he came to the situation of fucking a random ass Ravenclaw after a party, he couldn't get it up. It wasn't until he thought about that night. You. He could. He ended up ploughing the fuck out of that poor Ravenclaw imaging the girl was you. After that he vowed to celibacy until he could get his hands on you.
"What are you talking about" You laughed as you kitten licked his tip, staring up at him as he fought back his moans. His fists whitening as he clenched then tightly.
"I.. saw you" He gulped, submitting and sitting on the bed as you shuffled closer. "Two weeks ago- You went somewhere I don't fucking know. But you were in a tiny fucking thong and- there was just so much boob and ass.." You tilted your head as you stared at him. "Y/N- I fucked my shit so hard- I fucked a random bitch- I nearly fucking moaned your name" He was pratically begging for you at this point.
You stood up, straddling his hips as you smirked at him, caressing his cheek. "I'm flattered Nott, if you wanted to fuck me you should've just asked" You bit your lip.
"God- S'bad.. I want you so bad Y/N" He pratically whimpered as his cock twitches up against your thigh.
"Who knew Theodore Nott was a begger.. especially with all this" You chuckled, running your hand up his whole length. You lifted your thong to the side as you lined up his dick with your entrance as you slowly sank down on it. Sighing softly as the poor boy whimpered under you.
"Good boy" You cooed, ruffling his hair as you slowly rocked your hips back and forth, biting your lip at the feeling of his dick moving inside of you, hitting your G-spot every. fucking. time.
"I fucking hate.. how weak you make me" He whines, a soft pout upon his lips as his hands grasp at your clothed breasts through your uniform.
You capture his lips, kissing him softly, speaking between the breaths- "You're so.. fucking.. hot.." You sighed as you arched your back, throwing your head back as you gripped his shoulders as you sped up the pace as you rode him. Your hips buckling against his chest as you left out soft whines and moans. Supporting yourself by your arms but you were growing weak. As much as it was hot to see a submissive Theodore, his dick was perfectly hitting your G-spot every fucking time that you were crumbling.
You threw your head forward, looking at Theo as you panted, your mouth open agape as you stared down at him. Lust in your eyes. "Ruin me Nott" you gagged out.
It was like a code word or something. In that moment, Theo pulled out and flipped you over. Ripping off your uniform but leaving your tie on. Slapping your ass harshly as he theusted his dick back into you, tugging on your tie, choking you slightly as he began to piston into you from behind. You gasped, a moan catching in your throat as your head leaned back slightly at the tug of the tie as you felt Theo's hand grip at your neck tightly as you gasped.
"Good girl.. Be good for me.. principessa" He whispered lowly as he let go of your tie, wrapping an arm around your waist as he yanked you up, leaning your back against his chest. You moaned lightly, gritting your teeth as his dick absolutely crushed your insides. His lips upon your neck, biting and sucking on the skin, as his free hand gripped your left breast.
"Fuck!" You whined out as you gasped. The overwhelming feeling of his dick and his touch was driving you insane. "I'm co-" You screamed out as he sped up his thrusts. You gripped his thighs, digging your nails into them as you screamed out. Your eyes rolling back as you let out a low groan as you came harshly against his dick.
Theo let go of you, letting you fall forward against the bed as you panted heavily, breath shaky as you gripped at the sheets below you. His dick still in you as he stared down at your twitching body.
"I'm not done yet, amore mio" He smirked, slapping your ass as he pulled out. Flipping you over as he leaned over kissing you softly. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling his closer as you sucked on tongue as he gasped feeling him enter you once again.
"Theo- I don't think I can take anymore" You panted, giggling softly, slightly scared.
"You will" He smiled at you, kissing your cheek as he slowly dragged himself in and out of you. "I need to cum too, and you need to come atleast 2 more times" He winked.
His lips captured yours as he kissed you passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hand finding it's way through his curls as you tugged on them with each pummel into your G-spot. Theo definitely knew how to use all inches of his deadly weapon. You did question why you left it so long.
He pulled away, peppering kisses down your jaw, neck and collarbone, nibbling and sucking lightly occasionally scattering hickies and marks. "So. Beautiful" He growled as he grit his teeth. His grip on the headboard directly above you tightened as he thrusted harder onto you.
"T-Theo" you yelped, scratching down his back harshly with your sharp acrylics. Gasping as he cocked his leg up slightly hitting into you at a tilted angle driving you insane.
"Doing so good, darling. You look so beautiful" He pecked your lips as his grip tightened on his bed frame, thrusting faster as the bed below the pair of you began to creak with each movement. "Good girl.. You are doing so well" He kissed your cheek softly as you let out a soft string of moans.
Your eyes rolled back slightly as your panting became erratic, your toes curling as you shrieked, digging your nails further into his back. "Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck- I'm cumming!" You screamed out as you arched your back, your legs twitching as Theo continued to relentlessly pound into you, showing no remorse for your sensitive state. You yelped loudly, throwing your head forward, locking eyes with him as the knot harshly unwrapped in your stomach as you came harshly against him. He continues to fuck you through your high causing you to squirt. Everywhere.
You threw your head back, squinting your eyes as you gritted your teeth whining as your hands fell from his back to the sheets as you fisted them. It took you a moment to come round, you were seeing white during your high. You noticed Theo slow down, but still continuing to slowly pump into you. You felt his hand caress your cheek as he chuckled softly.
"You alright bella? Thought I lost you there" He smirked softly as he kissed your forehead.
You looked up at him, panting softly, pulling his neck as you placed a soft kiss on his lips. "You're going to kill me Nott.. How have you still not came-" You groaned.
He laughed, hooking his arms under your thighs, he lifted you up causing you to shriek. The boy stood up, lowering you once against fully on his length. His hands gripping your ass as he thrusted into you. Your body recoiling against him as your skin slapped harshly against his.
"Fuck- There-" You gulped biting your lip as your hands gripped his shoulders.
"Love making you feel good.. I could make you cum all day, I don't care if i do too" You groaned, his jaw tensing as you noticed his dick twitch inside of you. He walked across the room, your body rebounding every thrust back into him as you whimpered lowly. He pushed you up against the door, his pace quickening once he leant u against it.
"Fuck yes! You're so tight for me bella, just for me-" He moaned softly into your ear as his face buried into your neck. Soft whimpers leaving his lips turning you on even more. Your hips bucked against him as you tightened your core as you began to lift yourself to bounce up and down. Soft moans leaving your lips as he bit at your neck, whining into your skin.
"M'close!-" He yelped, gulping as he kissed your roughly. You pulled him as close as you could as he continued to plough into you against the door. The pair of you gaining closer and closr to your releases. His thrusts progressively becoming more erratic.
Suddenly, Theo halted before he drop you to your feet, pulling out as you gasped at the sudden lack of pleasure. He pulls you to the bed again, pushing you face first down as he climbed ontop of you. You had no time to compute what was going on or question him. It all happened so fast. His legs eitherside yours trapping you down as he slaps your ass. A soft yelp leaving your lips as he spread your ass and thighs with his hand as he pushed back in. The boy was fucking mounting you like a horse.
He kisses your shoulder messily as he bites down on it, his thrusts becoming messy as you gripped at the sheets again. "Tell me if your- uncomftable" He groaned in your ear. His thrusts growing messier and messier as he sped up. His poor bed frame screaming for a break, constant creaking and slamming against the wall as you both moaned. You were worried for the dorm next door, the pair of you didn't think of a silencing charm.
His whimpering driving you over the edge as you screamed into the pillow. Theo knew you were close, he could feel it as you tightened around him.
The boy chased for his high along with you. You both letting out some rather unattractive groans and whines as you drew close together.
"Sei cosi' sexy" (You're so sexy) He groaned, nibbling at your shoulder as he continued to whimper softly in your ear. His pants become erratic as he continued to thrust into you, at a wildly animalistic pace. "Mio, tu sei mio..~" (Mine, you are mine..~) he whined out, pushing your hair aside as he sucked at your neck. His pants becoming gasps as his dick twitched inside of you. You had no clue what he was saying, but his Italian accent was making you even more wet.
"FUCK!-" you screamed as you sobbed into the pillow, biting the plush object as you harshly came against his thrusts as he sped up one last time, before delving deep inside of you, practically burying himself and his cum deep inside of you.
"Porca puttana, cosi' stretto! Tutto mio. Ti amo, cazzo-" (Holy shit, so tight! All mine. I fucking love you-) He groaned as he held himself above you, his arms shaking as he panted heavily. "Holy fuck.." He collected himself before pulling out and crashing beside you, pushing his hair out of his face.
The pair of you had a few minutes of silence, panting heavily and collecting yourself together.
You lifted your hair out of the pillow as you turned to look at his fucked out face beside you. You let out a soft snicker as you moved to cuddle him, putting your head on his chest.
Theo didn't know you knew a bit of Italian not much, but enough to know he just professed his love for you.
"Ti amo" You smiled up at him. His face shot to you, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushed.
"You understood?-" He gulped.
"Only slightly but, I love you too Theo" You kissed his cheek.
He shook his head, laying a soft kiss on your lips.
The two of you cuddled a bit longer before you retreated to the shower where you went another round. You don't know how you did it. Your legs certainly hate you at this point. He decided to leave some nasty bite marks and hickies on your thighs. He even drew blood a few times but that's something the two of you can toy with later...
Later you stumbled down the stairs in one of Theo's tshirts. Your hair very messy and skin peppered in hickies and bites from neck to thigh. Theo followed behind you.
You noticed your friends sat upon the couches in the common room.
You looked to Enzo "Can confirm it is definitely 9 inches" You both laughed as your friends look at you confused.
"Who-" Draco questioned before gasps came from them all as Theo walked downstairs, covered in scratch marks, bites and hickies as he stood behind you ruffling his hair in just his trackies.
"Oh my god" Pansy gawked.
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bbyleiah · 7 months
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breakfast.
| part 2 to smoke-you-out for you thirsty hoes 😭 reader folds and sleeps with Eren again after they bicker a little because the reader is ‘regretful’ about her mistakes, Eren is obsessed with reader. |
cw: smut, cheating, bf!Connie, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, pussy slapping, spit, fluids, squirting, unprotected sex, missionary position, creampie, scratching, hair pulling, pet names, lots of dirty talk (bc eren a chatterbox 😭), overstimulation, crying, desperate eren ‘just the tip’, whimpering, biting, pwp, etc. ( plenty of plot though ☝🏽😭) fem! sub reader, dom! Eren. reader is black.
Word Count : long asab 😭
sn : thank y’all so much for all the love fr 🫶🏽
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You woke up in a bright room, stretching and groaning as consciousness spread over you. Your body was very sore and you felt drained. You took in your surroundings as you sat up, wrapped in white sheets on a large bed. The room was extremely nice and tidy, and it looked as if you were in some kind of mansion with the large windows on the side of the room.
Panic began to take over you once you realized you weren’t at home though and once you remembered the events of last night you were starting to feel sick. “no no no no..” You said on a mantra while shaking your head as if that would change things. To interrupt your distress, Eren came out his bathroom looking like a wet dream. His hair was down, damp and falling over his shoulders and he was shirtless, only wearing pajama pants that hung low on his hips showing off his happy trail and the band of his briefs.
“Goodmorning little one.” Eren hummed casually as if you weren’t on the verge of losing your mind. You stared at him in awe, still processing everything while subconsciously gawking at his appearance. “You might start drooling if you keep your mouth open forever sweetheart.” He chuckled breaking you out of your trance.
You blushed and instantly shut your mouth that you didn’t realize was gaping open as you stared at Eren. You held the sheets closer to your body even though you were clothed in what seemed to be one of Eren’s t-shirts judging by how big it was on you. “Uhm…this was a mistake. Last night was a mistake. This should’ve never happened. Oh my god…Connie will never forgive me. I can’t believe I cheated on him.” You began to ramble. “Why did you let that happen?? You’re his bestfriend!”You said to Eren.
“Woah, don’t go blaming me sweetheart. You’re his ‘loyal girlfriend’ as you said last night. I asked you if you wanted it and you said you did so don’t make it seem like I coerced you or something. Plus I never gave a fuck about your relationship anyways. You were mine from the moment I saw you.” He said seriously as he looked at you.
You stared at him in disbelief, “I am not yours! You’re a terrible bestfriend by the way. Who sleeps with their bestfriend’s girlfriend?!” You exclaimed. “And who the hell sleeps with their boyfriend’s bestfriend?” He shot back. You opened your mouth to respond but there was really nothing you could say to that. You were the one more in the wrong in this situation. “Mhm exactly, so quiet now little one.” he hummed. “Shut up Eren” You muttered.
“I told you that you’d regret it more than me.” Eren shrugged. “I do regret it…a lot. We should never see each other again. If me and you both just forget about it then Connie won’t ever have to know.” You said as you found your phone, seeing that you had tons of missed calls and texts from your boyfriend. “Mhm yeah, what do you want for breakfast?” He asked you as if he didn’t hear anything you just said.
“Excuse me?” You said as you looked back up at him. “I asked what do you want for breakfast?.” He repeated. “Eren I’m not eating breakfast with you. Are you crazy?”
You said, not understanding why he wasn’t more pressed about this situation. “I’m not crazy, and you’re not ditching me to go back to Connie. Now answer my question.” He said, and you realized he was dead serious.
“I’m not hungry Eren…eat by yourself.” You said while shaking your head before you focused your attention back on your phone so you could text Connie back. “I wanna eat you though.” He said seriously with a hum. Your eyes widened at his words and you instinctively closed your legs. “Eren..no. Don’t talk like that.” You said, getting deja vu from your own words.
“Don’t talk like that~” Eren mocked you. “You love saying that, don’t you?. You love it when I talk like that though. Makes your little pussy all gushy and wet.” He said with a grin as he stared into your eyes. You almost let out a whine but you held it back, your face flushed at his words. “I-It does not!” You defended. He chuckled, “I guarantee you’re wet right now baby.” He said, highly amused as your denial.
He was unfortunately right but that didn’t mean you were gonna admit it. “You’re delusional!” You huffed as you blushed. “Only over you baby” he said teasingly with a wink, leaving you baffled at his shamelessness. “I’m serious though sweet girl, I’m craving you soo bad. I want you to squirt on my tongue just like you did on my dick last night. Won’t you be a good girl and do that for me?” He said, talking in that sickly sweet tone that made your head fuzzy.
“Eren…” you whined and shook your head. He somehow managed to put you in a spell with his words everytime. His attention and his filthy sweet words making you want to give in and spread your legs for him whenever he wanted. “Aw baby, you want it too don’t you?. You can be good for me just like you were last night.” He hummed, using his teeth to take the hair tie off his wrist and holding it in his mouth as he began to tie his hair up.
You couldn’t take your eyes off him. The act of him tying his hair up, seemingly getting prepped for his ‘meal’ was getting you excited. Your thighs clenching together as your panties became more wet by the second, anticipation building for Eren to act on his lewd words. “You’re giving me that look again sweetheart.” Eren grinned as he walked closer to the bed, towering over your form.
You blushed in embarrassment at his words, it’s not like you could control how you looked at the man but he didn’t have to call it out. “You don’t even realize how slutty that look is do you?. All fucking needy, eyes begging for me to ruin you and make you my pretty little whore. Do you look at Connie like that?” Eren taunted. “I bet you don’t. He can’t fuck you like I do, right sweetheart?. I got you all desperate for me and I haven’t even touched you yet pretty girl.” He continued.
You couldn’t even hold back your whines anymore at his words. The more he spoke the more you wanted him to touch you, to devour you, to make a complete mess out of you. You wanted to stay strong on your morals to not sleep with Eren again but god he sure was making it hard as fuck. “W-We’re not doing this again..” you breathed out.
Eren faux pouted dramatically at your words, “You’re breaking my heart baby.” He tsked while shaking his head as he climbed onto the bed, inching closer to you and pulling the sheets off you. “You really don’t want me baby?” He asked as he looked up into your eyes, his hands easing up your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
You bit your lip, contemplating how to respond. It wasn’t that you didn’t want Eren, the problem was that you did want him, very badly at that. But this was wrong, but it also felt so right. Your thighs instinctively began to part as Eren began to kiss up them gently, humming in approval the more your legs spread. “I still need an answer sweet girl~” Eren reminded you.
You let out a shaky breath, “I do want you…but this is the last time! No more after this Eren! I’m serious.” You declared, although you barely believed your own words. He chuckled, “Mhm, we’ll see about that. Love having my good girl back though.” He grinned as he sat up and wrapped his hands around your ankles.
You shrieked as he suddenly pulled you by your ankles, making you lay flat on your back. He was quick to get back in between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he pressed his nose against your clothed wet cunt. Your panties already completely soaked through from Eren’s words alone.
Eren groaned as he inhaled your scent, his eyes rolling back a little “smells so fucking good..you’re like a drug little one. My favorite kind of fucking drug. Can’t get enough..” he rasped before he ran his tongue along the sticky fabric of your panties. You whined out starting to squirm in Eren’s hold, he only gripped you tighter, his fingers digging painfully into your thighs.
“Don’t fucking move or I promise I won’t be as nice little one. I’m trying to have a meal remember? It’s rude to take someone’s food.” He said as he looked up at you with that same ravenous look he had the night before. That look made you fold instantly, making you want to be the good obedient girl Eren adored so much. You nodded at his words, “I-I’ll stay still~” You muttered out.
He smiled, “Good girl. Always so good for me.” He praised happily before he placed a gentle kiss on your clit, he grazed his teeth on it sending shivers down your spine. You swooned at his praise, it causing those little flutters in your stomach that you craved from his approval. Eren didn’t even warn you before he tore your panties, disposing them off on the floor somewhere. You gasped in shock, “you didn’t have to rip them!” You exclaimed in disbelief.
“They were a mess anyways.” He brushed it off nonchalantly before he delve back in between your legs, immediately running his tongue through your folds tasting your slick on his palate. The two of you moaned out in sync, you falling into the pleasure and eren enjoying every second of tasting you. Eren kept his eyes trained on your face as he began to devour you messily. The lewd noises of slurping, sucking, and smacking beginning to fill the room.
Eren sucked on your clit, focusing his attention on the nub as he circled his tongue on it his spit dripping filthily onto your cunt and mixing with your slick. You were a moaning mess as eren ate your pussy like his favorite meal. Your head thrown back and your hands gripping the sheets as the intense pleasure consumed you. Eren loved the sight of you falling apart for him, it was so breathtaking. You were like a dream for him.
Your messy hair sprawled out on his white sheets, his shirt falling off your shoulder the marks he left on you the night before looking so beautiful on your brown skin, your nipples hard and peaking through the shirt, your eyes fluttered shut while you bit those pretty full lips of yours. Fuck Eren felt like he could bust a nut just from looking at you. “so good ren’..mmfph’ You whined as your back arched, feeling his tongue prod at your entrance, his nose deliciously bumping against your clit as he buried his face in your pussy.
He was already soaked in your fluids, his chin and his cheeks covered in your sweet slick mixed with some of his own drool and saliva. Eren loved it, being drowned in your sweet essence was heaven for him. He kept consistently running his tongue up your folds, back to your entrance and then up to your clit, sucking and kissing at your cute little clit every time. “I could eat you out all day sweet girl.” He groaned as he used his fingers to spread your folds, opening his mouth and allowing his spit to drip onto your creamy clenching cunt.
“such a pretty fucking pussy..” He sighed almost in complete awe at the sight of your messy cunt. He then gathered the filthy mix of fluids onto his fingers before he slid one inside you, making your breath hitch slightly. He pulled your clit between his teeth as he began to thrust his finger into you slowly, making you moan and whine out as you began to tug at his hair.
Tears brimmed your eyes at the pleasure, completely drunk on everything eren was giving you. The way eren touched your body was just so perfectly right, it’s like he knew exactly what to do to have you losing your mind. Hitting every spot that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back. It was like your body was made for him and him only.
“You’re mine, pretty baby. Isn’t that right?” He said as he slid another finger into you, curling them and increasing the pace as he licked and slurped up all your slick that was gushing out all over his hand. “Mhm! A-All yours ren’.” You moaned as the heels of your feet dug into Eren’s back, your legs resting over his shoulders. “That’s right. All fucking mine. My fucking pussy. Only I make this pussy this wet.” He declared, his possessiveness showing as his fingers repeatedly hit that spot of nerves that had you seeing stars.
Eren was so turned on just from eating you out and fingering you. His cock painfully hard and dripping precum in his pajama pants. He actually had to stop himself from pathetically rutting against the bed. Pleasuring you was the most orgasmic thing for him. He could get off just on that. Even you could see how much eren was enjoying pleasing you.
His eyes rolling occasionally as he moaned and whimpered against your pussy, his occasional ruts against the bed that he tried to stop, the way he gripped your thighs and didn’t allow you to move an inch from his face, wanting to drown between your legs forever. Your slick was coating his neck and collarbone by now and he loved it, it was so filthy and he couldn’t get enough of it.
“M’ close!” You gasped out as you felt that coil in your tummy about to burst as eren repeatedly abused that spot, your legs beginning to tremble from the stimulation as he simultaneously sucked on your clit. “Want you to make a mess all over my face little one. You can do that for me, can’t you sweetheart?” He encouraged as he sped up the pace of his fingers.
You whined and nodded, crying out and pulling harshly at Eren’s hair as you reached your climax, squirting all over Eren’s hand and his face. He moaned, slurping up as much of your juices as he could, loving the taste of you. “Always squirting so prettily for me baby.” He sighed happily as he slapped your swollen clit, slamming his hand down on it repeatedly to watch your pussy squirt and gush out more.
You cried at the overstimulation, “‘s too much! Too much ren’!” You sobbed as you squirmed. “Shh, it’s okay sweet girl~” He hummed soothingly as he placed gentle kisses on your drenched inner thighs and gently stroked your cute tummy. He then sat up and hovered over you, placing gentle pecks against your lips as he grinded his erection against your wet swollen pussy, moaning into your mouth.
You whined placing your hands against his abdomen to stop him, “sensitive ren’…” you pouted. “I know baby but..fuck just the tip princess, hm?. please, I’ll be good.” He was begging at this point but he felt like he had to be inside you right now. You blushed hearing his shameless begging and you didn’t have the heart to say no, “okay..but just the tip!” You said. Eren grinned, “thank you baby~” he kissed both your cheeks before he pulled his leaking cock out of his pajama pants.
His tip was swollen and red, precum dripping down to his balls. Eren hadn’t been this turned on ever. He rubbed his leaky tip through your messy folds before he began to push the tip in, literally shuddering at the feeling of your warm wet pussy swallowing up his tip. He did a shallow thrust, whimpering as he buried his face into your neck.
You were a whining mess, eren seemed so desperate for you, falling apart just from his tip being inside you and his pathetic state was doing something to you. You never had a man want you this badly, not even Connie was this effected by you and you were literally his girlfriend. It was an addicting feeling.
“shit I know I said only the tip but baby I need it, so badly. Please honey.” Eren begged more, you gasped seeing he had actual tears brimming his eyes as he shamelessly begged you. Eren knew he being pathetic right now but he couldn’t help it, you were just so addicting to him. He craved every inch of you. “I-It’s yours ren’, you can put the rest in~” you gave in, as you ran your fingers through his hair that was falling out from his loose bun.
“thank you baby, so sweet and good to me. So fucking perfect.” Eren moaned as he bottomed out, gripping your hips as he began to thrust into you with eagerness. His balls slapping against your ass as he roughly pounded into you. He moaned and whimpered into your ear, his quickened breathes fanning against your cheek and neck. You were so overstimulated but it felt so good, your nails dragging down Eren’s back as you cried out in immense pleasure.
“so close sweet girl. Gonna fill you up real good, have you all nicely stuffed for me.” He said breathlessly as he used your pussy like his favorite cock sleeve. His eyes moving to watch the way your pussy ate up his dick, the mixture of your fluids covering his dick and soaking his trimmed pubic hair. He began to rub circles onto your clit with his thumb, making you sob as your back arched. You came again instantly, gushing erotically on Eren’s dick.
He moaned out at the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock as you came so beautifully, he came soon after, his warm cum filling you up and adding to the filthy mess of your fluids. He continued slow thrusts, fucking his cum into you as he kissed along your neck and collarbone. “so good, so obsessed with you, my sweet girl.” He muttered against your skin, the two of you panting breathlessly in sync.
“Mm, I’m hungry now ren’” you suddenly said, completely fucked out as you laid there and gladly soaked up all of Eren’s gentle touches and kisses. You did have an appetite now. He chuckled, “I’ll make you food baby. Don’t worry.” He hummed as he pulled out. He got up to get a warm cloth to clean you up.
While he was doing that, your bubble burst seeing a call from Connie. You sat up and answered instantly, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Connie. I can explain!” You began, regret filling you once again. “Where the hell have you been?! I been looking for your little ass all over. You haven’t even been responding to my calls or texts!” He yelled angrily into the phone.
“I asked everyone if they seen you. I’m actually pulling up to Eren’s crib right now. He was the last person who saw you so I assumed he’d know where you were at.” Connie continued ranting on. You felt your heart sank to your ass. “He doesn’t! I’m with my family! Emergency trip!” You blurted out as you scrambled out of Eren’s bed. Your legs were wobbly so you almost busted your ass.
“Well why didn’t you say anything? Had me running around looking dumb and shit because I don’t know where my own girl is at.” He said, clearly irritated with your antics. Honestly a part of you didn’t feel bad, happy that Connie got to experience that same helpless running around you had to deal with. “Because..it didn’t cross my mind. Sorry babe.” You apologized, hoping to appease him.
“It’s alright.” He sighed. “I’m gonna chill with eren and smoke a lil to relax. I’ll come see you later, alright baby?” He said. You felt like screaming. Your eyes widening and your heart racing in panic. Eren came back out, immediately getting concerned seeing the look on your face. “You okay little one?” He asked you as he walked up to you. You felt your heart stop once you heard that dreaded knock at the door. You definitely regretted sleeping with your boyfriend’s bestfriend now.
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steddieasitgoes · 4 months
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@steddiemas Day 2 Prompt: Winter Sentence Starters
3. Did you know icicles make the perfect murder weapon?
Pairing: Pre-Steddie | wc: 1664 | Rating: T
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“Steve?” Eddie asks, squinting into the blinding lights of the familiar burgundy Beamer that’s parked in front of the mound of snow where the driveway usually is. It’s hard to see with the blinding lights and the sunrise bouncing off the bright snow, but Eddie’s pretty sure it’s Steve. He’s the only one who drives a Beamer around these parts of town, that’s for sure.
Sitting up on the outdoor couch, he adjusts the bundle of blankets around his shoulder. His hand fumbles in between the couch cushions until he finds the half-empty box of cigarettes and the lighter he and Wayne keep stashed there “in case of emergencies.” It’s a bit of a chore given the gloves covering his hands, but he gets the job done and brings the lit smoke to his winter-chapped lips. After a slow exhale, he tries again.
“Steve? What the hell are you doing here?”
There’s a clattering on the other side of the Beamer, followed by a string of curses before a figure emerges in the shadows of the lights. “Jesus dude,” Steve gasps. One hand stays pressed against his chest, the other clings to a snow shovel. “What the hell are you doing here? You should be inside it’s freezing out.”
It is freezing out, but there’s not that big of a difference between out here and inside Eddie’s bedroom. Not since the space heater took a shit at 2 am. He tried to fix it, he did. But it’s actually really damn hard to fix a space heater at 2 am when you’ve only slept for an hour because of chronic pain and nightmares and you can’t find the damn toolbox that’s supposed to be tucked away in the closet.
Frustrated beyond belief, Eddie needed a smoke and one thing led to another, and the next thing he knew he was being woken up by the rumbling of Steve’s Beamer. At least he was smart enough to put on gloves and wrap himself in his duvet before coming out here.
“Seriously, man. You’re going to freeze to death.”
“You know the dramatics are my thing,” Eddie teases, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself. “I’ve got a blanket and gloves.” Eddie wiggles his fingers for extra emphasis. “And this head of hair isn’t just for looks. Actually keeps me pretty warm too.”
Steve snorts, absentmindedly tugging on the end of his scarf. “Yeah, okay, man. Whatever you say.”
“So, I ask again,” Eddie says, pausing to exhale another puff of smoke. “What are you doing here at whatever time it is.”
“It’s 5,” Steve supplies, then holds up the snow shovel. “Who do you think shovels the snow around here since you’re out of commission? The snow fairy?”
The smoke in Eddie’s lungs gets trapped as his body tries to laugh and instead, he sends himself into a coughing fit that has him clutching his already aching sides. “First of all fuck you. Don’t joke about fairies!” he says, all bark no bite. “Secondly, I usually shovel the snow, but as you are aware, I’m still not allowed to lift more than two pounds thanks to our wonderful Spring Break adventures.”
“And you’re milking that for all it’s worth.”
Eddie’s quick to flip him the bird, rolling his eyes in the process. “S’Wayne paying you? That old bastard better not be paying you. I never got a dime when he made me shovel.”
“Probably because you always forgot, right?”
“You know what, Steve,” Eddie starts, trying to get up from the couch when a rush of pain races up his torso. Jesus H. Christ, he should be used to this by now. Biting his lip to keep the groan in, he settles himself back on the couch.
“M’just messing with you, Eds,” Steve says, shooting him an apologetic look. If anyone knows the pain he’s going through, it’s Steve. And yet, Steve’s wounds healed in record time, and Eddie’s on month nine of barely being able to make it down the three steps of his trailer. Yet another unfairness the universe has drawn for him.
“I was over helping the Mayfields during the last big storm and saw your uncle struggling to park after his shift. Figured if I’m here helping Max, I could help you guys out too. No big deal.”
Eddie’s not sure what universe Steve lives in, but agreeing to do manual labor for free is a big deal. A massive, big deal, actually. At least, in his universe it is. He doesn’t sign up for any sort of manual labor unless he’s getting paid. Fuck capitalism and all that, but also, you know, it’s only fair to cash in when it benefits him.
“Right, well, m’sure my uncle appreciates it.”
“He does,” Steve nods, resting the shovel on his shoulder. “So, you gonna quit distracting me now so I can get to work?”
Eddie extends one glove-covered hand out in front of him, fanning it out over the mountain of white snow separating them. “The snow is yours, my liege.”
Steve snorts, shaking his head. He takes a few steps away from the Beamer before repositioning the shovel in his hands. In one fluid motion, he drives the shovel the mix of  fresh and packed snow. The metal clatter against the frozen chunks at the bottom but the sound doesn’t drown out the groan that leaves Steve's lips as he hoists a giant pile of snow up and over to the side.
Jesus H. Christ.
Eddie takes an extra long drag from his cigarette, eyes glued to Steve as he does the same thing again. He holds the smoke in his lungs, tries to concentrate on not choking as he watches Steve shovel another massive pile of snow away.
There’s at least twenty feet of distance between them, but Eddie’s eyes are glued to Steve. His pale blue puffy jacket does a lot to obscure his muscles, but Eddie’s always had an overactive imagination. He doesn’t need a clear visual to know that Steve’s biceps are straining every time he hoists the shovel out of the snow. Or the way his back muscles flex, showing off that swimmer's upper body of his.
Steve’s ditched snow pants like most do around here and instead has his trusty pair of blue jeans on. Eddie knows from experience that denim does little to shield the freezing temperatures, but he can’t complain. Not when Steve’s ass is on full display when he squats to investigate what the shovel has just slammed into. (A stray dog toy from two trailers over.)
If he doesn’t look away soon, he’s going to be in trouble. Even the cold as fuck temperature can’t keep the blood from rushing to his dick for long. A blessing and a curse, Eddie supposes.
Taking another drag, Eddie tilts his head so it rests against the headrest of the couch. Exhaling, the plume of smoke and cold air mix, getting whisked away in the early morning breeze. It might actually be colder now than it was at 2 am.
With his head still turned upward, he can hear the rhythmic sounds of Steve shoveling the snow. The clink of the metal shovel with the snow, the scrape as he digs it down to the pavement. The occasional huff of frustration when Steve’s bitten off more than he can chew. Stubborn as always.
If he keeps making noises like that though, Eddie’s going to need a lot more than a smoke and a new direction for his eyes to keep his mind out of the gutter—
Speaking of gutters, they really need to get someone to clear out all the damn icicles clinging to them like damn Christmas trees. One harsh slam of the door and he or Wayne is going to take an icicle straight to the head. A month in a coma, seven months of physical therapy, and one dropped murder charge is not going to go to waste over a goddamn icicle. Not if he can help it at least.
Honestly, out of all of that, he’s still most upset about the murder thing. He won’t even go fishing with Wayne after that one year with the fish who flopped around practically hasping for breath until Wayne stabbed it with his pocket knife. Never again. Eddie prefers his food already cooked and void of eyes thank you very much.
Besides killing someone in his house is way too obvious. An amateur move if he’s ever seen one. He’d at least been more smart about it. If he was going to kill someone, but he’s not. Obviously. But if he was, Eddie’s thoughts trail off as the sun catches on the translucent icicle, washing his body in the warm rays of sunlight.
“You know, icicles would make the perfect murder weapon.”
The sound of the snow shovel clattering to the floor startles him. His head whips in the direction of the noises. It takes a moment a moment for his eyes to adjust to the sudden change in light, but when they do Steve is staring at him, hands on his hips and a frown tugging at his pale lips.
“Maybe don’t joke about murder when we’ve just cleared your name,” Steve scolds, shaking his head. “Or do you want to go back into hiding?”
Eddie’s mouth is faster than his brain, words tumbling out before he has a chance to realize the implications of his words.
“Depends. Would you be hiding me again?”
A sickening silence falls between them as all the blood in Eddie’s body rushes to his cheeks. At least his nose isn’t cold anymore. He’s two seconds away from scampering into the trailer, head slung low in embarrassment when Steve’s unabashed chuckle breaks the silence.
“You can crash at my place anytime, you know.”
No, Eddie did not know that. But now? Now, he thinks that damn space heater isn’t worth bothering Wayne for after all.
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pizzaqueen · 1 year
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the sweetest words
(Wherein Eddie likes Steve's face and tells him all about his favorite parts)
Rated T / 1.2k / more fluff! / warnings for smoking (not cigarettes :P)
Also on AO3
“Hey, Steve.” Eddie whacks Steve’s shoulder with the back of his hand, lets it rest there a moment until it falls back to the space between them on the couch. His knuckles brush Steve’s thigh.
Steve’s head lolls toward him. “Mm?”
“Did you know your eyes have some green in them?” Eddie leans in, peering into Steve’s bloodshot eyes, searching for the green; his pulse does a little skip when Steve’s eyes catch his. They sparkle in the low light and Eddie feels suddenly warm.
Steve’s brows raise. “I was aware of that, yeah.”
“Cool.” Eddie blinks. He’s gone cross-eyed. He shakes himself and leans back. “Just wanted to make sure you knew.”
“Thanks.” Steve snorts, takes a hit of the joint they’ve been passing between them, hands it over to Eddie.
The cloudy cotton candy feeling that’s been circling for a while settles over Eddie; he slumps further into the couch, legs falling open. His knee hits Steve’s; Steve doesn’t move and neither does Eddie. “I like your eyes.”
“Okay.”
“Like, they’re really big—”
“Look who’s talking.”
“But it’s the way your eyelids do that thing.”
Steve’s face screws up. “What thing?”
“You know…” The way Steve’s brows raise says he doesn’t know, so Eddie reaches over and traces the crease of Steve’s eyelid with the tip of his finger. Steve squeezes his eyes shut; Eddie lets his hand fall to his lap. “I like it. Kinda like a sad puppy, you know? Like…” He trails off, trying to think of who, or what, Steve’s eyes remind him of. “Droopy!”
“My eyes are droopy?”
“No. Like Droopy, that cartoon hound dog.”
“That’s flattering.”
“They’re kinda…sad, sometimes.” Eddie thinks about that a lot, the sadness in Steve’s eyes. It’s not there often, and maybe sadness isn’t the right word. Hidden depths, or some shit. Eddie wants to dive into them. He doesn’t say that, but he does say, “They’re my favorite part of your face.”
Steve takes the joint back. “Why do you have a favorite part of my face?” He exhales.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Why would you?”
“Because.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Oh, my friend, but it is.”
“Whatever”—Steve rolls his eyes—“you’re high.”
“I am, Steve. I am high.” Eddie shakes his head, then he nods. He points a finger at Steve. “But not that high.” He swipes the joint from Steve to illustrate his point.
“What does that mean?”
“Your nose is cool, too, though.” Eddie reaches over again, ignoring Steve’s question, gently tracing the slope of Steve’s nose. It twitches under his touch and warmth bursts beneath Eddie’s skin. He lets his pointer finger rest on the bridge, and his thumb at the tip, then brings them together in a pinching gesture. “It’s very…sharp. And a little crooked.”
Steve finally bats his hand away. “I have droopy eyes and a crooked nose. Thanks.”
“It’s not a bad thing.” Eddie passes the joint back.
Steve takes a final hit, tamps it out. “Uh-huh.”
“There’s the little bump in it.” Eddie angles himself toward Steve more, inspecting Steve’s nose when he looks at Eddie. “Did you break it?”
“Yeah.”
“How?”
“Basketball.” Steve tilts his head. “And, you know, I got punched in the face a few times. Probably didn’t help.”
“Huh.” Eddie follows the slight bend in the otherwise straight line of Steve’s nose with his eyes. There’s something about it… It does something to Eddie that he can’t explain. But he could say that about a lot of things about Steve. He props his arm on the back of the couch, leans his head on his hand. “I think it adds character.”
“You think a lot about my face.”
Through the fuzziness in his brain, Eddie’s dimly aware he might be giving too much away. But he’s been more obvious than this in the past, he’s sure he has, and Steve hasn’t caught on yet. At least, Eddie doesn’t think he has. If he has, he hasn’t said anything about it. Eddie doesn’t know if that bodes well or not.
“Why?” Steve asks.
“Why what?”
“Why do you think about my face so much?”
“Well,” Eddie says, waving a hand, “it’s right there.”
“Hm.” Steve crosses his arms, lips twitching. “Any other opinions about it?”
“Maybe.”
“Gonna share with the class?”
”I—” It almost feels like a trap, but Eddie’s not sure if he cares, so he says, “I like your freckles. Or moles. Whichever.” He pokes each one in turn. When he gets to one on Steve’s cheek, Steve moves quickly, snapping his teeth at Eddie’s finger. Reflexes dulled, Eddie doesn’t move away fast enough, and his finger is caught in Steve’s bite.
“I think I might be a bad influence,” Eddie says, a little breathless.
Steve grins. He bites down harder when Eddie tries to pull his finger away, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep it there. So, Eddie wiggles his finger, tickling Steve’s tongue, and Steve’s jaw unclenches.
Eddie doesn’t draw his finger too far away, though. He lets it rest on Steve’s bottom lip, pressing down, and Steve only watches him. Eyes hazy and curious and as pretty as ever.
“Your lips,” Eddie starts, then catches himself, curling his fingers into a fist and turning away.
“What about them?”
Eddie turns back; Steve is looking at him, eyes dark, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Eddie’s heart beats hard and he feels like he’s on the edge of something. Something good, he thinks. Hopes. But, might as well take a chance right? He can blame it on the weed if it goes to hell.
“They look like they’d be good for kissing.” He swallows thickly, tries to paste a confident grin on his face.
“Do they?”
“Yeah, I mean… Lots of girls think that right?”
Steve looks at him a long moment before he says, “Wanna test your theory?”
“That girls think you’re lips are, um, kissable?”
“No”—Steve shifts forward—“just to see if they are.”
“Right.” Eddie nods. “Yeah, I mean, I guess you know, we should.” His breath catches as Steve crowds him into the corner of the couch. “Scientific theory or some shit, I don’t know, I flunked like, nearly… Everything at least once…”
Wait. What is he doing? Why is he pulling away? This is what he’s wanted, and Steve is offering it to him. Must want it, too, otherwise why would he suggest it? Fuck it. No more thinking. Eddie leans forward, meeting Steve halfway.
It’s not everything he thought it would be, because their lips don’t quite meet, but he’s still kissing Steve, so it’s fucking awesome. And then he shifts a little, and Steve shifts a little, and, yeah, that’s it.
“Oh,” he says against Steve’s lips, “they’re definitely good for kissing.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah.”
“I think I have a new favorite part of your face.”
“I’ll let my eyes know,” Steve says and kisses Eddie again. Slow and soft and exactly like Eddie’s dreamed of.
In between the press of their lips, Eddie says, “Actually, I just like your whole face.”
Steve sighs through his nose, but then he breaks away with a smile and says, “You know what,” hands cradling Eddie’s jaw on both sides, “I like your whole face too.”
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angel-of-the-moons · 25 days
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I'm back again since it's been about a month since I last requested. I hope you don't mind me asking another story. So I was thinking of another Hobie one. There is honestly not enough stories about him and I love the way you write him. I was thinking of a more fluff type thing or possibly head cannons. You decide. Regardless about living with Hobie or just spending some downtime with him. Just a chill little thing I wanted to put out there. Thank you. I love your works and appreciate you 😘
Ilysm!!! I am sorry these asks have been rotting in my inbox! I'm finally working on them!!!
Ice Cream
Hobie Brown x Reader
TW/CW: Marijuana usage
Hobie is obviously aged-up in this
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• When Hobie isn't rocking out with his band at pubs, or fighting the regime™ or working to save the multiverse with the Old Man, he's at home with you.
• He often slips into the window because he refuses to use the front door like a normal person (even if you live on the fifth floor)
• Hobie would find you wherever you were, on the couch, in the kitchen, in bed or in the bathroom; and would immediately wrap his lanky arms around you and breathe deep and relax every muscle in his body
• "Where've you been?" You tease, easing his spiked vest off his stiffened shoulders.
• "Dealin' with the Old Man and his nonstop bitchin'." Hobie said, clicking his tongue, leaning over to rest his chin on the top of your head, holding you against him once more as you carefully ease the rest of his punk paraphernalia off of his person.
• You lead him to the bed, and pull him down on top of you, using your remote to turn on the sound system, playing some of his favorite music tracks on a low volume for background noise
• "You're a goddamn angel, y'know that, luv?" Hobie sighed, closing his eyes as he listens to the soft patter of your heartbeat
• "Mmh, I try." You chuckle, your fingers idly fluffing his wicks and toying with them as you feel his breathing even out
• And in no time, he's out like a light, sprawled out over you like a lanky starfish
• Forget moving this man, despite his thin physique he somehow finds the magic in him to weigh as much as his old, beat-up van
• You're stuck in bed, so the only thing left to do is give in and join him for a nap
• When you two wake up, you work on your usual routine.
• Hobie helps cook, making homemade chips while you batter and bake some fresh chicken
• Once your lunch/dinner is finished, you both cuddle on the sofa and watch some shitty movie on your telly
• He 100% has gutter humor, as well as a perverted sense of one
• Is also very big into physical humor. I'm talking shoving tissues into his nose and pretending to be a walrus kind of physical humor. Whatever it takes to hear you laugh
• Totally plays his guitar for you, singing punk versions of almost any kind of song (except American country. That shite is a travesty upon the music industry!)
• Will often split his pot with you, either rolling joints or using a bong, he'll always offer you a hit if you need or want it
• If you can't handle it, he'll FaceTime you while he smokes on the roof. That way, you're still together and he isn't negatively affecting your health/personal preferences with his smoking
• If you're sick, Hobie will full on hit the breaks to whatever he's doing to take care of you (provided it's a possibility that he can do that)
• This includes sending a selfie with a middle finger to Miguel telling him to not bug him til you're better
• 100% a master at making simple comfort foods when you're sick. Cheese toasties, chicken noodle soup, vegetable soup, even homemade ice cream. He does it all for you
• Runs you a nice hot bath with some eucalyptus and Epsom salts to help your sore muscles and clear sinuses
• If you're nauseous, he'll put peppermint oil in the water with you and run to the market for some ginger pop to ease your stomach, maybe some ginger root tea while he's at it
• Will also buy you some of your favorite digestives just to make sure you get something solid in your tummy
• Will totally fake threaten you about blabbing to anyone about his "secret soft side" and "ruining his image"
• Everyone already knows, he's just blind as hell and doesn't notice lmao
• This man is 100% loyal. If any gal/pal/guy flirts with him, he will flat out shoot em down
• "Nah, mate. I already got the best partner in crime a guy like me could ever ask for. Nobody c'n compare to that!"
• Always makes sure he never worries you (or at least tries to)
• If Hobie is sick or hurt, positions are reversed and you become his personal nurse
• Totally doesn't pretend to be sick sometimes just so you'll spoil him
• You know he's full of shit when he does though, but you just humor him because he's cute about it
• Yeah, you both put up with each other's shit, but you'd never have it any other way
• However... Hobie definitely knows when he's in trouble.
• "Hobart Brown!" You'd shout.
• Yeah, Hobie could easily feel his blood chill when you use his government name
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gerrystamour · 10 months
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won't you come and dance in the dark with me?
Rated T | Steddie Week Day 3: First Kiss | 2900 Words | Complete
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With a determined set to his brow and a giddy smile, Eddie leaned forward and said, “I am going to kiss you, Harrington.” Steve’s jaw clenched, both with anticipation and the usage of his surname after all this time. “Call me Steve,” he said almost absentmindedly, his voice a bit strangled as he leaned closer to Eddie. A fully dimpled smile split Eddie’s face. “Stevie,” he sing-songed as he slowly leaned closer. My entry for @steddie-week Day 3, for the prompt first kiss! Yes, indeed, I was inspired to write this fic by this gifset I reblogged a few days ago.
It started at a party.
Well, actually it started in the literal manifestation of Hell as they trudged through the forest to Nancy’s house, but it properly started at a party.
It was the first party since the dust settled after defeating Vecna. Eddie was mostly recovered, and Max was out of the hospital and on the mend. It was finally time to celebrate everything, so Steve provided the venue. There was plenty of space, plus he had a pool, and the neighbours still hadn’t returned since the “earthquake.”
Everyone was there, even the rest of Eddie’s Hellfire Club, and it felt great. Having everyone they all held dear under one roof laughing, eating, drinking.
Steve was spending most of the party playing host, but finally around midnight he was snagged by a certain metalhead and dragged over to the pool chairs. Glancing around, Steve looked for Eddie’s friends, but he didn’t see any of them. They weren’t the only people outside, but everyone else was either sitting at the other side of the pool or around the side of the house having a smoke.
It was weird for Eddie to single Steve out these days. He had been avoiding Steve, or at least that was what it felt like. They had been close to inseparable after Vecna, especially with how much assistance Eddie needed while he was recovering. 
Then Eddie pulled away, put some distance between them and Steve tried to be okay with that.
It didn’t help that Steve had realized he was in love with Eddie, but he was committed to be okay with whatever Eddie gave him.
So yes, with Eddie pulling him aside now and leaning close as he giggled and retold a story about something that happened earlier that evening, all while still holding his wrist… Steve was struggling.
It was obvious that Eddie was drunk, his words slurring together a bit and his smile wide and bright. Steve was captivated, smiling dazedly under the eternal sunshine beaming from the boy in front of him. How could anyone have ever been afraid of Eddie, he wondered not for the first time.
“What?” Eddie asked, sitting up to take a drink of his beer before putting the bottle on the table.
Steve shook his head, breaking away from his thoughts. “Just missed you, man,” he confessed, cringing a bit as he realized what he said.
Eddie made a face. “I’ve been around. You saw me like, last week,” he said with a bit of pout, but he did glance away a bit.
“Yeah, I did, you’re right,” Steve conceded, keeping his tone light. “Last week.”
Because, yeah, they’d seen each other last week for about ten minutes while Steve picked Dustin up from Eddie’s trailer. He didn’t want to ruin Eddie’s good mood by pointing out they used to see each other daily.
“You’ve still got your little frown line,” Eddie said, scrunching up his face as he poked the space between Steve’s eyebrows. “How’d’you smile and frown at the same time?”
“I’m not frowning!” Steve laughed, rolling his eyes.
“You are!” Eddie insisted with a giggle of his own before he sat up straight. “What’re you thinking about?”
Steve sighed and shrugged. “I just wish we hung out more. You always blow off the plans I try to make with you, and you don’t invite me to stuff anymore,” he admitted, and he barely stopped himself from shrugging again. “I figured you just didn’t want to be my friend, or you couldn’t after everything, and I was working on being okay with that but then you do this…”
Steve trailed off, gesturing between them as Eddie considered him thoughtfully.
“When did I blow off plans with you?” Eddie asked, and Steve groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I really don’t want to do this, Eds, it’s fine,” Steve insisted, and the other man just giggled at that.
“Stevie, Stevie, Stevie, y’only say shit is fine when it def’nitly isn’t,” Eddie said very seriously, even if the words began to slur together even worse.
“Then it’s okay! Not fine, okay!” Steve said, trying to end this particular line of conversation.
Eddie frowned at Steve. “You’re saying you miss me but now you’re not talking to me,” he said with a pout and Steve’s mouth actually dropped open, shocked that Eddie would have the audacity to actually turn this on him.
“Yeah, I don’t want to be a huge downer over nothing when you’re probably drunk enough that you won’t even remember half of this conversation tomorrow,” Steve said after taking a deep breath so he didn’t snap and say something bitchy and mean.
“‘M not that drunk. And it’s not nothing if you’re upset about it, Steve,” Eddie replied.
“You blew me off constantly when I’d invite you over to watch movies, but I got the hint loud and clear eventually,” Steve said in a rush, rolling his eyes as he added, “Especially after finding out you invited Jonathan and Argyle over to watch a movie the same night you blew me off two weeks ago.”
He hated how bitter he sounded tacking on that last part, but still… It kind of hurt to come in second to Jonathan Byers again, even if it wasn’t in the same way like it had been with Nancy.
“That was—I was hanging out with the boys, and Argyle was bringing some—” Eddie started to explain but stopped when Steve shook his head.
“You don’t have to explain yourself, Eds. This is exactly why I didn’t want to get into this. I don’t want you feeling bad because you don’t want to spend your time with me,” Steve insisted, scrubbing his hand over his face. Eddie was still holding onto his other wrist, and selfishly he didn’t try to pull away, soaking up the contact for a bit longer.
“But I do wanna spend time with you,” Eddie said and Steve couldn’t help his incredulous snort.
“Funny way of showing it, Eds,” he tried to tease, but it came out sounding bitter and almost mean.
“I wanna kiss you,” Eddie declared, pointblank and without preamble, and Steve felt his heart all the way up in his throat as he blinked at him for several long moments.
“What?” Steve finally asked, feeling a helpless, hopeful smile pulling at his lips.
Eddie glanced at Steve’s lips before he sat up straight and rolled his shoulders back. With a determined set to his brow and a giddy smile, Eddie leaned forward and said, “I am going to kiss you, Harrington.”
Steve’s jaw clenched, both with anticipation and the usage of his surname after all this time. “Call me Steve,” he said almost absentmindedly, his voice a bit strangled as he leaned closer to Eddie.
A fully dimpled smile split Eddie’s face. “Stevie,” he sing-songed as he slowly leaned closer.
There was that moment where Steve knew he had to stop this because Eddie was a lot more drunk than he was letting on, and Steve was too sober to ignore that.
But just as Eddie moved to finish closing the distance, his eyes rolled back and he passed out, folding right over at the hips and landing with his face in Steve’s lap.
Puckering his lips at the empty space in front of him, Steve sighed a laugh and looked down at Eddie with a fond smile. 
He’d definitely be picking this up with him in the morning.
“Oh, gross, what are you two doing out here? There’re still kids running around.”
Steve jumped and looked over at Eddie’s friends standing there with wide eyes. “Nothing! We’re—he just passed out, we’re not doing anything,” he said quickly, lifting his hands. It didn’t help that the implication had something below the belt twitching with interest. “Seriously, we were just talking and then he passed out.”
The three boys considered him carefully before the one in the middle, Gareth, smirked.
“Is he finally done being an idiot?” he asked, and when Steve started to try to cover up what they had sort of been talking about, Gareth shook his head. “Listen, Steve, let’s cut the crap. We saw how your conversation was about to go, we know you like him, we know he likes you, whatever, it’s cool. So, tell us, is he done being an idiot?”
Steve sucked in a slow breath before smirking. “I mean, will he ever actually stop being a bit of an idiot?” he asked with a one-shouldered shrug and the boys burst into laughter.
Steve managed to rouse Eddie enough to get him to at least stand up but getting him to walk had been a nightmare. Then Eddie whined to be carried and when Steve said he was too heavy to carry, Eddie said Steve had carried him before which was fair. Then Steve pointed out that Eddie had also been missing more than half his blood at the time so…
Eddie was not swayed so Steve just rolled his eyes and bent a bit so Eddie could climb onto his back. It was actually a lot easier to carry Eddie when he was at least somewhat helping, but Steve still bitched the entire way up to his room.
Depositing Eddie onto the bed, he started taking his shoes off and then defaulted into helping Eddie with the fly of his jeans, like he did for months while Eddie worked on getting his fine motor skills back. When Steve glanced up at Eddie, he couldn’t help the snort that burst out of him.
Eddie was looking at Steve crouching between his legs without lifting his head, still grinning giddily. The angle was unbelievably unflattering, yet so endearing that Steve just grinned back.
“Tryin’a get int’my pants, Stevie?” Eddie asked, waggling his brow suggestively and Steve laughed.
“Eds, I’ve been trying for months,” he admitted with an eye-roll. Steve just continued to work Eddie’s tight jeans down his thighs and gestured. “But, looks like I’m succeeding, so no. I’m not trying right now.”
Eddie giggled madly, barely helping as Steve sat him up to take his leather jacket off. Then Eddie began to lift his shirt over his head and Steve grabbed his hands.
“Whoa, hold your horses, we’re not actually doing any of that while you’re drunk,” Steve said firmly, and Eddie pouted again.
“’M barely even tipsy,” Eddie insisted, and Steve snorted.
“You literally passed out in my lap and needed me to carry you up here,” Steve said flatly, and Eddie blew a disturbingly wet raspberry at him.
“Whatever, Stevie,” Eddie grumbled, but then went back to trying to take his shirt off. When Steve went to stop him again, Eddie dodged his hands which had him tipping over dizzily with a giggle. “Dude’m not tryin’a fuck. Can’t sleep wearin’a shirt. Hurts.”
Steve lifted a skeptical eyebrow but decided to go with it and helped Eddie remove his shirt. Once he was shirtless, Eddie flopped back onto the bed while stretching luxuriously, and Steve quickly looked away. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to look, it would just be really inappropriate to ogle him.
“C’mon, Stevie, you can look,” Eddie cooed, and Steve rolled his eyes with a chuckle.
“No, I can’t, because I have to go back to that party and if I look at you, I won’t want to,” Steve said, being honest about his attraction to Eddie coming so easily to him now that he knew it was reciprocated. He’d suspected before, but when Eddie pulled away, he’d convinced himself that he had imagined Eddie’s interest.
“You don’t have to go back down there. People’ll go home on their own,” Eddie insisted, and Steve shook his head.
“Eds—”
“I don’t wanna be alone,” Eddie said and something in his voice caught Steve’s attention.
Eddie wasn’t looking at him anymore, and he wasn’t stretched out. Eddie was curled up on his side, chewing one of his thumbnails and blushing. He looked unsure, self-conscious even and Steve didn’t like that at all.
“Hey, Eds, it’s okay I’ll stay up here with you,” Steve said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and resting his hand on Eddie’s arm comfortingly. “You think you can handle brushing your teeth before bed?”
Eddie turned a bright smile on Steve and nodded happily.
Steve was happy he had kept the extra toothbrush for Eddie in the bathroom. When he was recovering and the nightmares were nightly occurrences, Eddie had spent the night at Steve’s place a lot, so Steve set him up with his own set of toiletries in his bathroom. That way, Eddie didn’t have to remember to cart his own stuff back and forth, Steve had reasoned. 
It had been weeks since the last time Eddie stayed the night, but it was all still there just waiting for Eddie to return.
When they first entered the bathroom, Eddie’s eyes immediately landed on his toothbrush still set in the cup next to the sink with Steve’s, and then the shampoo and conditioner that was his preference still on the edge of the tub. Pulling a face, Eddie looked at Steve.
“I’m fucking stupid, aren’t I?” he asked, and Steve’s eyes widened.
“No, Eds, not at all?” Steve said firmly, squeezing Eddie’s hand.
At that, Eddie just shook his head with a light smile and got to work brushing his teeth, Steve following suit.
By the time they were back in Steve’s room, Eddie seemed a bit more sober. His words were a lot less slurred, and his eyes seemed more lucid. Steve tucked him into the bed and then started to get undressed himself, opting to go to bed in just his boxers as well.
When he turned around, Steve abruptly stopped when he came face to face with Eddie. He’d crawled to the end of the bed while Steve had gotten undressed, and he immediately reached out to grab Steve’s hand.
“I’m sorry, Stevie,” he said sheepishly, holding a hand up to stop Steve’s arguments. “I shouldn’t’ve avoided you.”
Steve wanted to blow the apology off, but he could tell this was important for Eddie, so he just said, “Apology accepted.”
Eddie smiled at that, his dimples at full force, and he reached up to cup Steve’s face with both hands. “I’m not super drunk anymore,” he added cheekily, and Steve snorted.
“We’re not having sex tonight—”
“Not asking for that right now,” Eddie chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m going to kiss you, Stevie.”
The conviction in Eddie’s voice, the firmness of his cool hands on Steve’s face, was enough to root Steve where he stood. Swallowing thickly, Steve nodded quickly and stepped closer to the bed.
“You sure don’t want to wait until tomorrow when you’re for sure sober?” he asked a bit nervously and Eddie laughed.
“I’m sure. My teeth are brushed, my breath is fresh. Right now is fucking perfect for my first kiss with Steve Harrington,” Eddie groaned, leaning closer and tilting his mouth upward.
“You imagined how this would play out a lot?” Steve asked teasingly, not quite angling his mouth for Eddie to kiss just yet.
“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, asshole,” Eddie growled through a laugh, and then their lips finally met.
It was perfect, starting sweet and chaste, just the gentle press and slide of lips. Then Eddie made a soft sound in the back of his throat that had Steve groaning, burying a hand in Eddie’s hair to pull him in deeper while his other arm wrapped around his waist. Eddie clung to him, giggling against Steve’s lips as he opened his mouth for a searching tongue.
Steve knew they were getting in too deep, they were moving too quickly and had to slow it back down before they did something they both might regret in the morning.
Thank God for Robin Buckley.
“Hey, Dingus, why’re you—oh my God?”
The bedroom door had slammed open and Steve broke away from the kiss to see Robin whipping around so she was facing the hallway instead. Eddie was giggling and would have fallen back on the bed if Steve wasn’t holding him up.
“What’s up, Robs?” Steve asked and Robin started laughing nervously.
“I was just looking for you, and Gareth said you went upstairs and now that I think about the look on his face I’m realizing he was pranking me. I’m gonna kill him, I swear I wouldn’t’ve come in here if I knew, I mean it,” Robin babbled before turning around slowly. She took in the fact that they were wearing their boxers and let out a sigh of relief. “You’re staying up here for the rest of the night?”
“Yeah, Eddie’s kinda wasted—” Steve started and Eddie interrupted with a fit of giggles.
“I am not!” Eddie managed to say and he looked at Robin. “I’m not wasted. I’m tipsy, and Stevie is gonna cuddle with me now. Only cuddles, though, ‘cos he’s all noble and shit. Barely got him to kiss me.”
Steve rolled his eyes affectionately before returning his attention to Robin. “You need anything, Robs?”
“Nope! Not a thing! I’ll make sure everything’s locked up for you, okay?” Robin replied, grinning as she backed out of the room, slowly closing the door behind herself. “Goodnight boys!”
As the door clicked shut, they looked back at each other, matching grins on their faces.
“One more kiss?” Eddie asked softly, and Steve couldn’t deny him anything.
“Yeah, one more,” Steve sighed and their lips met once again.
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writingwhimsey · 2 months
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Hi!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day 💕 CONGRATS on 300 followers!! So well deserved, you’re so talented!! I was wondering if we could get a Nobunaga enemies to lovers smut 😮‍💨🙈 not sure if you’ve done something similar before, I’m a new follower, but I would love it!! Thank you so so much!! 🩷🩷
Thank you for the support and the request! This one was fun to write! I hope you and everyone enjoys this Nobunaga enemies to lovers smut!
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Tough Negotiations
“My lord, Nobunaga has taken to the battlefield himself!” My subordinate declared, running into the basecamp.
A grin lit my face as I rose. “Finally.” I said. “It is time I go and challenge this man and show him that we will not be conquered.”
“Your horse is ready, my lord.” My subordinate informed me.
I left the command tent and hopped on my horse, drawing my sword as I rode into battle, leading a fresh group of calvary and foot soldiers. Everyone underestimated me and my clan, but I would show them. I would show anyone who would challenge me. Even the great Nobunaga Oda himself.
As I entered the field, I saw Nobunaga on his horse not far away, getting ready to cut down my right hand man, who had been leading a group of our soldiers. I wasn’t about to lose him, so I raced forward and blocked Nobunaga’s sword with my own. 
“Sorry, I still find him useful.” I said. “Your opponent is me.”
Nobunaga grinned at me over our locked blades. “I see the rumors are true.”
I didn’t take my eyes off of Nobunaga’s as our blades remained locked. “Get out of here before I change my mind about saving your sorry ass.”
“Yes, my lord.” My right hand replied after a moment of stunned silence.
“And what rumors do you speak of? The ones of my brilliance? My fierceness? My cunning? Or my beauty?”
Nobunaga chuckled as we broke apart. ‘All of them.” He answered, raising his sword to strike again.
I blocked the blow, a cool smile on my own face. “I do aim to live up to my reputation.” I replied. “Though I must admit, you are not what I expected.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Nobunaga asked, as we continued to fight. Our blades meeting, sparking, and breaking apart.
“Hmm…I was expecting a bit more of a challenge from the infamous devil king.” I replied, smirking. “I’m barely even breaking a sweat here…don’t tell me you’re going easy on me just because I am a woman?”
“I would never.” Nobunaga replied. “I underestimate no one. Why else would I… come out here myself?”
“You do have…a point.” I replied.
We exchanged blows and barbs over and over again. Our eyes stayed locked on each other as we fought, the tension in the air palpable…and I must admit the thought of how handsome Nobunaga was flitted through my mind. Though I quickly shook that thought away. Perhaps when I defeat him, I should make him MY concubine? I thought with a laugh.
“You find our…battle amusing?” Nobunaga asked me, breathless as our blades broke apart once again.
“Just a thought.” I replied, a secretive grin on my face.
We continued our dance, neither of us gaining ground over the other. Soon a smoke screen was thrown just before nightfall, both of us having subordinates come to lead us away. It appeared our battle would last another day.
After meeting with my troops, I returned to my tent washing my face in a water basin and changing into night robes. I took my long hair down, letting it be loose and sighed as I settled in to do some late night strategizing.
It wasn’t long before there was a commotion outside, I grabbed my sword and rushed out into the night. “What is going on?”
“I have come to bring an end to our battle.”
I was surprised to hear the deep voice I had been engaged in battle with what only felt like moments before. I looked around and saw that Nobunaga was alone…and wasn;t wearing any armor. Though he surprisingly held something in his hands. 
He wore a smug smile as he looked at me, one arm holding the box-like object and the other up almost as if in surrender. I held the tip of my sword beneath his chin. “How do you plan to do that unarmed?”
Nobunaga only smirked. “With this.” He declared holding up the object in his arm. 
I gestured for one of my subordinates to take the object and check it over. “It’s…a goban.”
I couldn’t help myself but to laugh. “You wish to settle our battle with a game of Go?”
“Yes.” He answered. “Our forces are clearly evenly matched and even in single combat you and I are evenly matched. It seems a waste of resources to continue whittling each other down.”
I couldn’t help but to smile. “I hope you know, I am undefeated in Go.”
“As am I.” Nobunaga replied.
I withdrew my sword. “Fine, let us go then.” I said, as I sheathed my blade. I gestured for my men to make sure Nobunaga carried no concealed weapons before I took the Goban and turned. “This way,” I told him, heading towards my tent.
Nobunaga silently followed me. My closest soldiers started to follow as well. “No, you all stay out.” I ordered. “I don’t want my victory questioned.”
“Y-yes…my lord.”
Nobunaga chuckled. “You sound sure of yourself.”
“As you must be, to have come here to challenge me directly like this.” I replied as we entered my tent.
“Where shall we set up?” Nobunaga asked.
“Here.” I replied, gesturing to the center of my tent. He setup the goban as I pulled out a couple of cushions and we were soon sitting opposite each other, the goban between us.
“I look forward to finding out if you are as skilled at Go as you are on the field.” Nobunaga said, giving me a cocky grin.
“How else do you think I became so good at strategy?” I replied.
Long calloused fingers reached into the bowl and pulled out a smooth black stone. Carnelian eyes looked sharply at the board before thoughtfully placing the stone with a soft clack, beginning our game.
I took note of Nobunaga’s first move and thought for a moment as I picked up a smooth white stone before placing it on the board.
“That is an unconventional first move.” Nobunaga noted.
“I am an unconventional opponent.” I replied with a smile. “Or have you not learned that by now?”
Nobunaga smirked as he made his next move. “Oh, I have indeed noticed. Your battle strategies have kept me on my toes in a way I have not experienced in a long time.”
“Oh? Little old me places a challenge to the famed devil king? I am honored.”
“As you should be.” Nobunaga replied. “I do not give out praise so lightly.”
We continued our game, the stones clacking on the board and continued to speak. Conversation flowed easily between us as we continued the game, each of us working our strategies. Our game ran for hours and ended in a tie.
“It appears this won’t end as quickly as I thought.” Nobunaga said, an amused smile on his face.
“We’re going to have to play another round if we are gonna end this battle with this game.” I replied, already moving to clear the board.
“I can go all night if need be.” Nobunaga replied, a smirk on his lips.
It did not escape my notice the way his carnelian eyes sparkled with mischief as he said that very thinly veiled double entendre. I returned his smirk with one of my own. “I hope you can live up to that.”
We began our next time, each of us silent as we worked our strategies. We had another two games end in a tie. It was after the third game Nobunaga spoke. 
“What is it about my rule you object to?” He asked me. “You haven't allied with any of my enemies…you haven’t seemed to form many alliances.”
“It is not that I really object to your rule in particular…I just object to a man telling me how to rule over my lands and my people…especially when my land is peaceful and prosperous.” I answered as I made my next move. “I’ve had offers of an alliance from several other clans… all coming with marriage proposals…and they all want to just add what I have to what they have and reduce me down to something that looks good on their arm.”
“I would never put you under foot like that.” Nobunaga replied. “A fireball like you, doesn’t belong as a jewel in someone else’s crown.”
“I know.” I replied, having a hard time keeping the surprise from my face.
“You know, we are both so well matched, that continuing any battle would be a waste of both our resources.” Nobunaga replied, leaning closer over the board. 
“What are you proposing then?” I asked, unconsciously leaning closer myself.
“We join forces.” Nobunaga answered, his hand coming to cup my cheek. “We form an alliance and you rule at my side in your own right.”
“That…is a thought…” I replied, finding myself getting lost in those carnelian eyes. “That could be…I don’t know…you…might have to persuade me.”
Nobunaga smirked. “I can be…quite persuasive.” He replied before capturing my lips with his.
I found myself responding without even thinking. My lips moved with his and I found myself sliding into his lap, straddling him as his arms came around my waist, calloused hands sliding over my curves through the silk of my night robes.
We broke the kiss after a few moments, our eyes locked. “Are you feeling…persuaded?” He asked.
“I think…I’m getting there…we should definitely open…negotiations.” I answered breathless.
“I have all night.” Nobunaga replied before capturing my lips once again. The next thing I knew we were moving and Nobunaga was over me, his hand sliding inside my disheveled kimono, caressing my thigh.
“Well…I hope you can put your money where your mouth is.”
Nobunaga smirked as he untied my sash. He leaned down and began to kiss over my bare flesh. I let out a gasp when his lips closed around a nipple, his tongue swirling over the hardening peak. His hands continued to move over my body as his lips lavished my breasts in affection.
I found myself reaching to undo the ties of his clothes and sliding them off his shoulders, baring his body. He pulled back to look at me eyes burning with a passion. “You look stunning.” He told me as he leaned down to kiss down the front of my body.
I could feel my body tremble with each touch of his lips. The shockwaves of pleasure increased once he reached the apex of my thighs. His tongue slid past his lips and licked a strip up my slit before swirling around my sensitive bud.
“Haa…” I moaned as the shockwaves of pleasure came washed over me from Nobunaga’s skillful ministrations. My hips bucked of their own accord as my fingers wound their way into his hair. 
I felt Nobunaga’s lips quirk up into a smirk against me as he continued to pleasure me. I was sent over the edge when I felt him slip two fingers inside me, curling them at just the right angle, causing a powerful orgasm to wash over me.
Nobunaga continued his ministrations to draw out my pleasure. Then he withdrew to look at me, a cocky grin on his face. “Have my lips persuaded you yet?” He asked.
I returned his smirk with one of my own. “They…make a powerful argument.” I answered. “But… I think the rest of you should get in on the persuading.”
Nobunaga chuckled as he came over me, positioning himself between my open legs. “I am prepared to spend all night negotiating this alliance.” He replied, slipping himself inside and filling me in a way I had never experienced before. 
We kept our negotiations going all night, Nobunaga bringing me pleasure as I had never experienced before.
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the-fluff-piece · 9 months
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hi !! could you do 20 - sexy - smoker !! i love him and never see enough of him :,)
Hello Anon,
I have to agree, we never see enough of him! And he is trying so hard with letting his tits hang out and being grumpy.
I hope this story is close to what you meant - unless you meant that you meet your ex together with Smoker,(I realize some prompts are not clear) in which case you can just write another request, I have ideas for that, too!
I know I am taking forever for the Event but I swear I will write every single story 🤩 eventually.
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I forgot I missed you
You're part of the Marine and serve in a different company than Smoker. Your relationship with him was short, bur surely memorable. Eventually, you ended it because he was so busy hunting the straw hat.
Now you're one big marine conference - and run into him!
Fuck, it's my ex - and he's smoking hot
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Sometimes, a break up is the absolute logical thing to do - and you did it. You just couldn't remember why right at this moment. Smoker had you pinned underneath him on the couch of your hotel room, his mouth was greedily kissing your neck, sucking and licking at your skin as he moaned. His gloved hands were holding you, as if he could make you his again by keeping you in his arms. Doubt has taken you over as soon as his gaze fixated on you and demanded an answer.
You met again, the first time after the break up, on a marine conference on a beautiful island. Both you and him had to sit by the debates - and his eyes had devoured you the whole day.
When you went back to your room, he was behind you. You didn't mind, he would never hurt you, not even if he felt betrayed. You had hoped you could talk about everything, get some closure, but all he wanted to know was if you had a new guy. It had only taken a drink and Smoker's initiative to turn you into the panting puddle of goo that couldn't even remember her own name anymore.
There hasn't been anyone else - who could measure up to this man? Even now, looking down on his handsome face as his mouth was caressing your collarbone, you couldn't believe anyone could make you feel like this. His body was pressing down heavily on you and his deep grunts echoed in the small room.
"Why?" He asked again, propping himself up on one hand. Your mind could hardly process the question as he took your hand in his and began kissing it. "Missed you so much" He whispered into your palm. "It hurt so much" the obvious pain in his voice made you flinch and sucked you back into the moment.
"I missed you, too." You answered.
"Than why" his brown eyes looked at you, searching for a clue.
"I missed you all the time..." You told him, "even when we were a couple. You were always out, hunting. Always away. I never saw you. I was so tired of waiting." Your voice broke as you saw the shame in his eyes.
"I brought this over myself, didn't I." He conceded and kissed your forehead. "I just..I have my duties!" He tried to defended himself, knowing well that he hunted pirates with an obsession no one had ordered.
Enough talk, he would make this night count, somehow get you back.
"Just...one last time" He asked.
"One last time" You told him, knowing that both of you would never be satisfied. In that moment, you couldn't care less as he began to remind you again why you had agreed to a long distsnce, secret relstionship with a high-ranking officer. He was so controlled when he was the marine soldier Smoker, but when he was alone with you, he turned soft, hungry for your love and attention.
His longing was obvious in every touch and every word. It hurt you, too, that he'd be gone again, hunting pirates and saving the world, as soon as this conference was over.
The chaos of love, desire and longing turned to sadness the next morning when you watched him get ready for the day. It would be the last time you saw his muscular back as he got dressed, the last time to see him style his hair in the mirror. When he brushed his silver hair to the side he caught your gaze in the reflection and smiled at you.
"Don't look so upset" He told you kindly.
"Aren't you at least a bit sad? The conference ends today. Tonight we'll be on ships to opposite sides of the world." You answered, indeed upset at how relaxed he seemed. Did he overstate his feelings yesterday?
"Have faith" He said mysteriously as he threw on his jacket. He sat down next to you on the bed and removed his glove to touch your cheek with his fingertips and kiss you goodbye.
Faith in what? You wanted to ask him, but when he was this secretive from the beginning, he wouldn't talk.
You could barely hold yourself upright as you sat there, listening to the slow torture that was Kizaru's speech, fighting exhaustion. You barely slept. You could think of little else than how Smoker held you in his arms and told you he'd never let you go again.
Finally, after what felt like an endless day, the conference ended, everyone was flocking to their ships, ready to get home. You didn't even catch a glimpse of Smoker's white coat when all the officers made their way to their ships. Eventually, you also moved towards the docks were transport back to the east blue waited, when admiral Kizaru called you into his temporary Office.
He was a strange man who could supposedly kick with the speed of light - but talked like a snail on sleeping pills.
"Ah, Ms y/n, sit down, I have new orders for you. You are getting transfered" his mouth chewed out the words as if he had to think about every one of them very carefully.
"Sir?" You asked, confused. Why a transfer?
"Dear Ms, I am not sure what you did...." He sucked in air ridiculously slowly "but it was requested that you join..." He paused like a moderator reading the winner from a card, "the grand line's G-5." He ended and folded his hands.
"You're to report at dock 12 in 30 minutes. Dismissed." He turned back to his paperwork, signalling that you are to leave now.
Saluting, you left the room. The stress of having to talk to one of those admirals and on top to one who's speech pattern can only be described as nerve wrecking was driving your blood pressure up, making your ears ring.
You're getting transferred...to G-5?
As ordered, you sought out dock 12, where a ship of ragged looking men was waiting. They were wearing their uniforms far away from any regulation you knew and were infamous for their cruelty and bad behavior. It was strange to see a pink coat among them - Captain Tashigi was trying, and failing, to get them to load the ship according to standard procedure.
"No, not there! Don't throw that!" Her meek voice could not be heard among the general chatter and you only understood her as you got closer.
"Captain?" You made your presence known.
"Ah! Y/n!" She blushed and lost her composure entirely. She didn't work well with the knowledge about your connection to her direct superior and mentor.
"You uhm you came to see Smoker?" She asked, looking everywhere but in your eyes.
"Not exactly..." You tell as you hand her the slip with your new orders.
Her eyes went wide.
"Ah, our newest addition!" Smoker's booming voice could be heard clearly through the cacophony of screaming soldiers.
"Y/n will support our efforts with her skills" He informed an absolutely dysfunctional Tashigi.
"I trust that we will work well together" He announced in the most official tone - that was only betrayed by his wide, happy grin. A sight his men probably didn't see often, a few creates fell as they stared and tried to make sense of it all.
"Get back to work you lazy idiots!" He bellowed, immediately getting them under control.
"Let's get to marine base G-5, your new home" He said and and turned around, leading you up the ramp to the deck.
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So I hope you liked it!
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bubblepopsims · 4 months
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R: “Hey” A small laugh escaped from the other end of the phone T: “Wow no hey stupid? What do you want? Straight away to your voicemail, hippie boy? Big ape?” Ruby nervously and embarrassingly let out a chuckle and cleared her throat, realizing how “toxic.. call it what it is… its toxic in a sense.. but it's not like I mean it… he isn’t stupid he is actually very smart.. it's just how I talk..” underlining rudely she was towards him.
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R: “Well would you rather have that?” her response was a bit more snappy than she meant it, but Tobias was not one to take her rebellion as nothing but harmless foreplay. T: “No… well – a deep hum escaped him and Ruby found herself biting down on her own lip- kind of, because you are not using those terms means your mind is occupied.” Ruby immediately huffed and frowned “You pay way too much attention.” T: “Ahah and you don't want to talk about it right, which is fine but hey that is not why I called.”
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Ruby leaned back on the counter right up against the window with a smirk “Than why did you call?” T: “I am bored waiting on my client to come back from a smoke break.” Ruby let out a laugh “Awwww you are so gross! So you decided to call me? Wow, it's almost like you miss me or something.” Ruby meant that as a joke. T: “I do.” But when Tobias agreed, her laughter stopped and heat started to rise to her cheeks.
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T: “Well either you are making a face or you hung up.” R: “I’m still here… I – she bit the inside of her lip hearing Josiah’s words lingering in the back of her mind, including glancing over at the open invination- come over after?” she said instead of what she really wanted to say and Tobias laughed. T: “Why don’t you come over, I’ll make dinner.” Ruby frowned “But you can come over here..” Tobias laughed again “You are such a Brat. Stop trying to debate it, you are not going to win this.. if you want to see me like I feel like you do, you will just come over.” Ruby frowned more, sometimes she hated that Tobias didn’t back down to her. That push and pull.
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R: “Fine.” T: “See you can obey. I’ll see you at 6, wear something nice.” R: “Yeah I’ll show up unshowered, hair a mess, unbrushed teeth after eating a bunch of garlic and in sweats with a disgusting holed shirt.” Tobias’s laugh only grew before settled it “That has to be the sexiest thing you have ever said to me.” Ruby laughed joined in by Tobias, finding comfort in each other’s laughter. Slowly letting it fade into a comfortable silence.
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R: “Tobias..” T: “yeah? Oh- hey man yeah yeah, give me a second yeah? Ahahaha shut up, I'll be right there.” Ruby once again was hesitant and restraining herself from what she wanted to say.
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R: “Go work you big ape, I’ll see you later.” Ruby could hear an audible sigh escape, Tobias. T: “Mmm okay.” Hearing in his voice that he was not going to let this go and honestly… Ruby didn’t want him to. T: “I’ll see you later Ruby” With that he hung up leaving a sighing Ruby still holding the phone to her ear.
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idleorbitals · 7 months
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OF ep 2 watch through ...part 2
(part 1)
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sand he was inviting both of you *so* explicitly what is your move here. sand will complain repeatedly about this into the next scene but no one asked him to cancel his date. baby is in denial
side note ray enjoying begging sand so much?? side note also this is how we find out ray blacked out and sand left him their last night together? ouch
ohhhkay the extensive flirting in the car. "one night stand boy, huh?" sand patently enjoying himself /so/ much but whining the whole way. they are both in trouble and neither of them know it yet but sand is going to find out really soon and ray is not going to find out until they both are in much more trouble
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top has trauma-induced insomnia and he's serious enough about it to make this face. I'm still proud of mew for checking if he was trying to pull one on him and then being kind about it when it seemed like he wasn't
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alright tho didn't we just establish that your much comfier bed is right over there? mew no one did this to you but yourself
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I like these mockumentary cutscenes more than I thought I would. mew silently smirking as he checks off boxes is doing heavy narrative lifting and I'm into it
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the foreboding music the lighting the lingering on the photo of ray and mew boston what are you planning?? is he about to become a real antagonist? can't decide how I feel about this
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ray is sort of into sand insulting him? is this because he doesn't have the power to hurt him yet or masochistic kink
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...ray baby no. you're gonna be Learning
sand brings up the /who are you, my dad?/ except this time it's /who am I, your dad?/ convo again and ray makes this face:
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alright
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alright
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oh here we. fokking go
sand going "what am I supposed to be, your hooker" and ray saying "sure" and sand doing soft surprised pikachu for like ten seconds. ray doubling down and sand telling him to save it. instead of saying "I don't sleep with people for money" he says "I sleep with people I like for free" and we send silent thanks to screenwriters who understand the sex industry and have the cultural vocabulary to write compelling nuanced and still quippy conversations about sex. not to be heterophobic but queer people make better tv
anyway sandray are both playing a game and they both keep getting surprised to be one-upped. this is a very enjoyable dynamic to watch and they seem to be enjoying it too
...for now
at minute 8:30 sand's last vocal sound leaves his mouth. for thirty full seconds ray smokes and asks him leading flirty questions including "am I interesting enough for you?" and "are you open to someone like me?" and for thirty full seconds sand looks from rays right eye to his left eye and back again and lowers and raises his jaw infinitesimally and just generally:
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this boy is done for and I can't even be mean about it I'm right there with him
anyway at shortly after minute 9 they break the tension and kiss each other. they kiss each other! ray is the one leaning around from his cigarette to do khaotung's little smoke plume of high art but sand is very much matching him in coming in for this kiss. I love this framing so much. firstkhao have the absolutely ideal dynamic to pull this off*
*if anyone saw that one person copy pasting SANDRAYYYY SWITCHHH into the live comment box the entire end credits that wasn't me but I was there with them in spirit
they break away and sand says if they go further they won't just be friends and ray says some kinds of friendship start from sex you watched the same thing I watched I don't need to describe it but here I am. do you remember though that this was the look ray was giving sand while he said that because ho boy
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sand pronouncing that ray is going to keep wanting him but they're going to stay just friends right after he says we won't be just friends after this...what level to tackle this on. narratively this definitely feels like foreshadowing and I think he's right on the money on the first bit. but we know that sand is not going to get out of this remotely unscathed whether or not it could possibly be argued that he hasn't already lost that battle. sand showing his hand by contradicting himself out loud as well as internally?
they stub out their cigarettes Significantly and start making out again. can't coherently screencap this scene. it's so excellently done. top notch dynamic again. firstkhao are getting better at this with every go.
ok I do have one minor gripe
for some reason in the middle of sand pushing ray back onto the couch they have inserted a shot of ray on top of sand. it is from the beat that comes after the last little mockumentary cutscene—it's not a double, it's the exact same shot, just colored differently. screenshots below from 10:11 and 11:02
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editing mistake? intentional insert to lengthen the scene? I like this shot too but it breaks up the flow of the scene oddly and I want it gone from the first part
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mockumentary cutscene: even harder to focus on when I know what's coming back on screen right after but worth mention. obviously sand is reflecting on some past mistakes here. he knows he's playing with fire and he's denying it vocally and also not changing his behavior. self-awareness level relatable honestly. do we think he fell in love with someone he didn't want to? or fell in love freely and then got screwed over? why is he mr. one night stand boy
also don't know whether to credit ray or khaotung for this longest gayest look ever at his own pants. sublime
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okay back to the couch for our not-quite-ten-second final indulgence. ray's on top this time. I don't even like sex scenes that much I know what I am saying
I see, like sand's, my words are not matching my actions. and yet
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*trembling* sandray.... switch....
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mcflymemes · 1 year
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NO STRINGS ATTACHED PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 2011 film
i'm warning you. if you take one step closer, i'm never letting you go.
so what's up with not calling me back?
it's perfect. will you read it for me?
did you think we had sex? we did not have sex!
i know it's over.
are you having sex?
that is a terrible, self-destructive plan, and i'm behind you a hundred percent.
when we met, you weren't wearing pants.
can we not tell everyone?
how long have you two been together?
what i need is someone who's gonna be in my bed at 2AM who i don't have to lie to or eat breakfast with.
yup, i'm definitely gay.
look, i'm not really an affectionate person.
go on a date with me.
you are such an overachiever.
look at my face.
we're sex friends. friends with benefits. fuck buddies.
i can't keep doing this. i'm not gonna see you again.
look, i know i'm supposed to want to be in a relationship, but i just end up with a broken heart and a bunch of their old t-shirts.
if we were in a relationship, i would become a weird scary version of myself. my throat starts constricting. the walls start throbbing. it's like a peanut allergy, like an emotional peanut allergy.
hey, someone call charlie brown! we found the great pumpkin!
don't make fun of me!
i'm gonna call everyone in my phone until someone agrees to have sex with me.
i'm pretty good at archery.
let's smoke some weed.
i sprained my wrist punching a wall.
i'm not good at this stuff.
the box of fifty donut holes is $5.79. you're gonna need two boxes.
we fell asleep and we were spooning.
try to stay away from women who want to fuck you.
that was really mean.
don't do that. don't just disappear like that on me.
how much money do you have on you?
do you wanna do this?
well, i can't date you either.
you're very talented, but fuck you!
i guess i wanted to hear your voice.
i want you to know that i respect you.
you shouldn't listen to me.
thank you for what you did back at the restaurant.
do you want to get out of here?
it's not really possible.
you left your socks in my room.
if you're lucky, you're never gonna see me again.
congrats? for what? having sex with you?
i'm so sorry. i love you.
hey, you can't call me and tell me that you miss me.
if you really miss me, you need to grow up and get in your car and come and see me.
people aren't meant to be together forever.
i don't want to freak you out, but i'd love to hang out with you in the daytime sometime.
i thought you just said it.
i'm going to start peeing with the door open. it's going to get weird.
i can't focus on my porn with all this real sex going on around me!
i don't want to have that conversation on the phone.
we don't get to pick who we fall in love with, and it doesn't happen like it should.
we didn't break up. we never started.
you did a good job, so i thought you deserved a balloon.
you make my heart skip a beat.
yeah, i could do that.
can i say something? and don't take this the wrong way because you know i'll be your friend no matter what.
okay, where's that?
oh, by the way, it's the best sex of my life.
are you still there?
i made you a valentine's day card.
i'm assuming that's a good thing.
things were getting too intense so we decided not to see each other until we hook up with other people.
that's really sweet.
you always do this. you always find something wrong with everybody who likes you.
we were spooning with our clothes on which is like. ten times worse.
we are getting laid tonight!
is this about me not having a date?
god, i am single as fuck.
i understand what's going on.
you have to come with me.
i can't stop thinking about them.
this isn't really my place.
i'm telling you to be hurt. i can take it. the world can take it.
sometimes my neck gets sore because my brain is so big.
get in your car and drive away.
i know this is random. i just... um. i miss you. i miss you so much.
i don't know what to say.
you're fucking my ex-girlfriend?
i'm not gonna meet your parents.
don't list me as your emergency contact. i won't come.
you know i worry about you sometimes.
i think monogamy goes against our basic biology.
i just worked fourteen hours.
no one threw up on me today.
that was such a fail on my part.
if i catch you taking pictures of your dick one more time, i'm taking that thing away.
watch and learn.
you want to go with me to this stupid thing?
did i just pass out on your couch?
did you look at it?
oh my god, i love you so much.
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shuxiii · 10 months
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Everyday pt.15
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Hanni Pham x reader pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt13, pt14, pt16
a/n 5 more to go, credits to ''every day'' by David levithan
Day 6022
My plan is to wake up early—around six—and email Hanni.
But my plan is foiled when I’m shaken awake a little before five.
''Jini, it’s time to get up.”
It’s my mother—Jini’s mother—and unlike with Dana’s mother, there’s only apology in her voice.
I figure it’s time for swim practice, or something else I have to do before school. But when I get out of bed, my foot hits a suitcase.
I hear my mom in the other room, waking up my sisters.
“It’s time to go to Hawaii!” she says cheerily.
Hawaii.
I access and find that, yes, we are leaving for Hawaii this morning. Jini’s older sister is getting married there. And Jini’s family has decided to take a weeklong vacation.
Only for me it won’t be a week. Because in order to get back, I’d have to wake up in the body of a nineteen-year-old who was heading home to Maryland that day. It could take weeks. Months.
It might never happen.
“The car’s coming in forty-five minutes!” Jini’s dad calls up.
Under no circumstances can I go.
Jini’s wardrobe consists mostly of T-shirts for heavy metal bands. I throw one on, as well as jeans.
“You’re just asking Homeland Security to give you a full cavity search,” one of my sisters says as I pass her in the hall.
I am still trying to figure out what to do.
Jini doesn’t have her license, and I don’t think it would help for me to steal one of her parents’ cars. Her older sister’s wedding isn’t until Friday, so at least I’m not jeopardizing her attendance there. But who am I kidding? Even if the wedding were this evening, I wouldn’t get on that plane.
I know I am going to get Jini in a huge amount of trouble. I apologize to her profusely as I write my note and leave it on the kitchen table.
I can’t go today. I am so sorry. I will be back later tonight. Go without me. I’ll get there somehow by Thursday.
While everyone else is upstairs, I walk out the back door.
I could call a cab, but I’m afraid her parents will call the local cab companies to see if they’ve picked up any metalhead teens lately. I am at least two hours away from Hanni. I take the nearest bus I can find, and ask the driver the best way to get to her town. He laughs and says, “By car.” I tell him that’s not an option, and in return he tells me I’ll probably have to head to Baltimore and then back out again.
It takes about seven hours.
School isn’t out yet when I get there, having walked about a mile from the center of town. Again, nobody stops me, even though I’m an intimidating, jet-black-haired, sweating girl in a Metallica T-shirt storming up the steps.
I try to remember Hanni’s schedule from when I was inside her head, and have a vague recollection that this period is gym. I check the gymnasium and find it empty. The natural next stop is the fields, which are behind the school. When I walk out, I find a softball game in action. Hanni is at third base.
She sees me out of the corner of her eye. I wave. It’s unclear whether she recognizes me as me or not. I feel too out in the open, too much in the line of the gym teacher’s sight. So I retreat back to the school, by the door. Just another slacker, taking a smokeless smoke break.
Hanni walks over to one of the teachers and says something. The teacher looks sympathetic, and puts another student on third base. Hanni starts heading toward the school. I step back inside, and wait for her in the empty gym.
“Hey,” I say once she steps inside.
“Where the hell were you?” she replies.
I’ve never seen her this angry before. It’s the kind of anger that comes when you feel betrayed by not just a single person, but the universe.
“I was locked in my room,” I tell her. “It was awful. There wasn’t even a computer.”
“I waited for you,” she tells me. “I got up. Made the bed. Had some breakfast. And then I waited. The reception on my phone went on and off, so I figured that had to be it. I started reading old issues of Field & Stream, because that’s the only reading material up there. Then I heard footsteps. I was so excited. When I heard someone at the door, I ran to it.
“Well, it wasn’t you. It was this eighty-year-old guy. And he had this dead deer with him. I don’t know who was more surprised. I just screamed when I saw him. And he nearly had a heart attack. I wasn’t naked, but I was close. I was so ashamed of myself. He wasn’t even sweet about it. He said I was trespassing. I told him Artie was my uncle, but he wasn’t believing me. I think the only thing that saved me was that Artie and I have the same last name. I was there in my underwear, showing this guy my ID. There was blood on his hands. And he said there were other guys coming. He’d just assumed my car was one of theirs.
“The problem was—I still thought you were coming. So I couldn’t leave. I put on my clothes, and had to sit there as they came and gutted that poor deer. I waited there after they left. I waited there until dark. The cabin smelled like blood, Yn. But I stayed there. And you never came.”
I tell her about Dana. Then I tell her about Jini, and running out of her house.
It’s something. But it’s not enough.
“How are we supposed to do this?” she asks me. “How?”
I want there to be an answer. I want to have an answer.
“Come here,” I say. And I hold her close, because that’s the only answer I have.
We stand like that for a minute, each not knowing what comes next. When the door to the gym opens, we pull away from each other. But we’re too late. I figure it’s one of the gym teachers, or another girl from class. But it’s not even that door. It’s the door from the school side, and it’s Minji who’s walked through.
“What the hell?” she says. “What. The. Hell?”
Hanni tries to explain. “Minji—” she begins. But she cuts her off.
“Yeeun texted me to say you weren’t feeling well. So I was going to see if you were okay. Well, I guess you’re real okay. Don’t let me interrupt.”
“Stop it,” Hanni says.
“Stop what, you bitch?” she asks. She’s on us now.
“Minji,” I say.
She turns to me. “You’re not even allowed to speak, bro.”
I’m about to say something else, but she’s already punching me. Her fist crashes right against the bridge of my nose. I’m knocked down to the ground.
Hanni screams and moves to help me up. Minji pulls at her arm.
“I always knew you were a bitch,” Minji says.
“Stop it!” Hanni cries out.
Minji lets go of her and comes back over to me. She starts kicking my body.
“This your new girlfriend?” Minji yells. “You love her?”
“I don’t love her!” Hanni yells back. “But I don’t love you, either.”
The next time she kicks, I grab her leg and pull her down. She crashes onto the gym floor. I think this will stop her, but she jabs her boot out again and gets me in the chin. My teeth rattle.
At this point, some whistle must blow outside, because within thirty seconds, girls from softball are streaming into the gym. When they see the carnage, they cluck and gasp. One girl runs over to Hanni to make sure she’s okay.
Minji gets up and kicks me again, just so everyone can see it. It barely grazes me, and I use the momentum of dodging the blow to stand up. I want to hit her, hurt her, but I honestly don’t know how.
Plus, I have to leave. It will be easy enough to discover that I don’t go to this school. And even though I’m the clear loser of this fight, they can still call the police on me for trespassing and brawling in the first place.
I teeter over to Hanni. Her friend makes a move to shield her from me, but Hanni gestures her off.
“I have to go,” I tell her. “Meet me at the Starbucks where we first met. When you can.”
I feel a hand on my shoulder. Minji, pulling me around. she won’t hit me with my back turned.
I know I should face her. Hit her if I can. But instead I duck out of her grip and run. She’s not going to follow me. She will bask instead in the victory of seeing me run.
It is not my intention to leave Hanni crying, but that is exactly what I do.
I make my way back to the bus stop, then use a nearby phone booth to call a cab. Nearly fifty dollars later, I am at the Starbucks. If before I was an intimidating, jet-black-haired, sweating girl in a Metallica T-shirt, now I am an intimidating, jet-black-haired, sweating girl in a Metallica T-shirt who’s beaten, bruised, and bleeding. I order a venti black coffee and leave twenty dollars in the tip jar. Now they’ll let me stay as long as I want, no matter how scary I look.
I clean myself up some in the bathroom. Then I sit down and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
She doesn’t arrive until a little after six.
She doesn’t apologize. She doesn’t explain why it took her so long. She doesn’t even come to my table right away. She stops at the counter and gets a coffee first.
“I really need this,” she says as she sits down. I know she’s talking about the coffee, not anything else.
I’m on my fourth coffee and second scone.
“Thank you for coming,” I tell her. It sounds too formal.
“I thought about not coming,” she says. “But I didn’t seriously consider it.” She looks at my face, my bruises. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Remind me—what’s your name today?”
“Jini.”
She looks me over again. “Poor Jini.”
“This is not how I imagine her thought the day would go.”
“That makes two of us.”
I feel we’re each standing a good hundred feet from the real subject. I have to move us closer.
“Is it over now? With the two of you?”
“Yes. So I guess you got what you wanted.”
“That’s an awful way to put it,” I say. “Don’t you want it, too?”
“Yes. But not like that. Not in front of everybody like that.”
I reach up to touch her face, but she flinches. I lower my hand.
“You’re free of her,” I tell her.
She shakes her head. I’ve said yet another thing wrong.
“I forget how little you know about these things,” she says. “I forget how inexperienced you are. I’m not free of her, Yn. Just because you break up with someone, it doesn’t mean you’re free of her. I’m still attached to Minji in a hundred different ways. We’re just not dating anymore. It’s going to take me years to be free of her.”
But at least you’ve started, I want to say. At least you’ve cut that one attachment. I remain silent, though. This might be what she knows, but it’s not what she wants to hear.
“Should I have gone to Hawaii?” I ask.
She softens to me then. It’s such an absurd question, but she knows what I mean.
“No, you shouldn’t have. I want you here.”
“With you?”
“With me. When you can be.”
I want to promise more than that, but I know I can’t.
We both stay there, on our tightrope. Not looking down, but not moving, either.
We use her phone to check the local flights to Hawaii, and when we’re sure there’s no way Jini’s family can get her on a plane, Hanni drives me home.
“Tell me more about the girl you were yesterday,” she asks. So I do. And when I’m done, and a sadness fills the car, I decide to tell her about other days, other lives. Happier. I share with her memories of being sung to sleep, memories of meeting elephants at zoos and circuses, memories of first kisses and near first kisses in rec-room closets and at Boy Scout sleepovers and scary movies. It’s my way of telling her that even though I haven’t experienced so many things, I have managed to have a life.
We get closer and closer to Jini’s house.
“I want to see you tomorrow,” I say.
“I want to see you, too,” she says. “But I think we both know it’s not just a matter of want.”
“I’ll hope it, then,” I tell her.
“And I’ll hope it, too.”
I want to kiss her good night, not goodbye. But when we get there, she makes no move to kiss me. I don’t want to push it and make the first move. And I don’t want to ask her, for fear that she’ll say no.
So we leave with me thanking her for the ride, and so much else going unspoken.
I don’t go straight into the house. I walk around to run out the clock more. It’s ten o’clock when I am at the front door. I access Jini to find out where the spare key is kept, but by the time I’ve found it, the door has opened and Jini’s father is there.
At first he doesn’t say a word. I stand there in the lamplight, and he stares.
“I want to beat the crap out of you,” he says, “but it looks like someone else got there first.”
My mother and sisters have been sent ahead to Hawaii. My father has stayed back for me.
In order to apologize, I have to give him some kind of explanation. I come up with one that’s as pathetic as I feel—there was a concert I had to go to, and there was just no way to tell him ahead of time. I feel awful messing up Jini’s life to such a degree, and this awfulness must come through as I speak, because Jini’s father is much less hostile than he has every right to be. I’m in no way off the hook: the change fee for the tickets will be coming out of my allowance for the next year, and when we’re in Hawaii, I may be grounded from doing anything that isn’t wedding-related. I will be getting guilt for this for the rest of my life. The only saving grace is that there were tickets available for the next day.
That night I create a memory of the best concert Jini will ever go to. It is the only thing I can think to give her to make any of it worth it.
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Today was one of those days where I just wanted to be laid up underneath my girl. Ashing the blunt I had been smoking, I grabbed my phone and headed inside where she was. If someone would have told me five years ago that I would have fallen in love with my best friend slash next door neighbor then I would have laughed in their face. However right now, I could not imagine my days without her. So I went to go seek out my peace.
She was currently in my living room surrounded by flashcards. Glasses sat in her hair instead of on her face as she jotted down notes in the notebook lying next to her. 
“Take a break,” I said, slipping her pen from her fingers.
“Hey,” she squealed as I tossed her over my shoulders and began walking towards the bedroom. “Babe, what are you doing?”
“Mandatory cuddle break which will be followed by a snack break because I’m hungry,” I said, playfully slapping her ass before depositing her onto my king sized bed.
Making herself comfortable on my chest once I climbed in she said, “You’re always hungry and stop throwing me around.”
I stole a kiss from her lips. “Why, when you like it?”
A blush took over her cheeks as she rolled her eyes and shook her head but no rebuttal fell from her lips. “That’s what I thought punk,” I said, slapping her ass for emphasis.
She giggled as she tried to free herself from my arms. “What kind of cuddle session is this?!”
“A good one if you c’mon and stop playing,” I said, locking my arms around her waist, securing her to me. Her laughter filled my ears as she pushed her face into the crook of my neck. “Hold me woman.”
“I am you big baby,” she said, as she brought her arms up to rest on my shoulders.
“Correction, your big baby and I’ll be that,” I said, placing a kiss on her brow before settling back against the headboard.
“Yes my big baby,” she cooed, using a hand to caress the side of my face how I liked. I leaned into her touch and exhaled. This is what I needed right here. “What’s on your mind?”
“Honestly, nothing for real. Enjoying my day off, this shit flew by it’s almost five,” I said.
“Oh my God is it? Babe,” she groaned, causing me to chuckle. We were supposed to go out for lunch but when I noticed how deep into studying she was I did not want to interrupt. She had a big test coming up and the fact that she was still trying to show up for me already meant a lot. Raising her head, she met my eyes with a pout on her lips. “I’m sorry. Let’s go out for dinner.”
“Already got it coming, don’t trip we have plenty of time to go out,” I said, pressing my lips against hers.
“You are the literal best. I promise I’ll make it up to you this weekend,” she said, kissing me again.
“Nah you being here with me is all I need woman. So relax and lay back down,” I chuckled. 
She grinned, kissing me all over my face and ignoring my instruction. Instead she brought her knees up to my waist so that she could straddle me. My hands naturally went to her thighs which were out since she was wearing a pair of tiny ass shorts. My fingers brushed over her skin as she continued her onslaught of kisses. Sitting up some, I managed to capture her lips. Her giggling allowed me to slip my tongue past the seam of her lips. She suckled on it eagerly as her hips rolled into mine. When I met her movement, with one of my own she gasped into my mouth.
“How long do we have until the food gets here?” she asked, moving to free herself of one of my t-shirts. 
“Mmm,” I said kissing her collarbone, as I yanked her bra down, “Maybe thirty minutes, probably more like twenty though,” done answering her question, my lips latched onto her nipple as my fingers played with another. 
She hissed as my other hand slipped past her shorts and the lil ass pair of panties she wore. Already was dripping, my fingers moved with ease up and down her slit. 
“It’ll do,” she hummed, hips bucking when my fingers entered her.
Twenty minutes wasn’t shit but I was about to make the most of it. “Raise up a bit, these shits getting on my nerves.”
Doing as I said, I slipped my fingers from her warmth so she could push both articles of clothing to her knees before shimming them off completely allowing me the space and access to her pussy I desired. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against hers. “Stand up, I need to be face to face.”
Her brown eyes glossed over with lust at the instruction. Biting down on her lip, she did as I asked. With my back against the headboard, I pulled her flush against me, gripping her by her ass cheeks. The moment my tongue slide across her folds she cried out. The sound was music to my ears as I reintroduced my fingers to her walls. My lips wrapped around her pearl and suckled as I made the ‘come here’ motion within her.
“Jalillll,” she moaned, throatily as her hips pushed into my face.
“Talk to me baby. How you feeling?” I asked, taking a moment to look up at her. 
Most of her hair was out of the messy bun she had put it in. Her chest red, as one hand pulled at her breast and the other dug into my shoulder as she tried to manage her balance and upcoming orgasm. Lil baby couldn’t hold out for shit but I would give her this one. I slapped her ass, causing her eyes to shoot down to mine. “Asked you a question guh.”
“So good baby, ahhh,” she moaned.
In the middle of her response, my lips wrapped around her once more. I gave it a kiss before using my teeth to gently bit down which caused a rush of her honey to slide down my wrist. Knew her ass liked it when I was rough. As a reward, I slapped her ass a few more times as I alternated between kissing and gentle bites.
“Damn,” she breathed out harshly. “The fuck.”
“I missed lunch,” I said with a grin that she returned with a shake of her head.
“Then do clean your plate,” she said, using a hand to push my face back where she wanted it. 
Her wish was my command as I added two more fingers to the mix knowing she could take it. The guttural groan that escaped from her lips encouraged me further. I dug deeper, not letting up between fingering her and kissing all over her pretty pussy. A few minutes later I felt her walls quicken against me.
“Oh my-
“That’s it, give me what’s mine,” I growled, using my other hand to repeatedly slap her ass until she rained down on me. I latched onto her, flooded her senses with different touches until her knees buckled. Catching her by her waist, I brought her down to my chest as she trembled in my arms.
“You are a demon,” she said, as she shook.
I laughed as I kissed down the side of her neck. “Ain’t ‘eem get no dick yet and I’m a demon already?”
Pushing hair out of her face, she looked up at me and pouted. “Yes.”
Before I could respond my phone began ringing in my pocket. I fished it out and answered, “Hello...aight I’m coming down now, give me like a minute.”
I placed a kiss on her forehead and tapped her thigh, to which she rolled over dramatically so I could get up. That’s when I looked down to see the mess she made of my sweatpants. “Can’t wear these,” I said, causing her to blush before shrugging.
“S’your fault,” she said.
“I’ll take that,” I grinned as I rounded the bed to step into my closet. Quickly I changed into a pair of basketball shorts before putting on my Crocs. I walked back out to see her curled up on her side still very much feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her eyes locked with mine as she said, “Hurry up.”
“I’m going and when I get back, be prepared to take this dick like a champ. I’ll show you a demon,” I said, leaning over to bite down on her thigh.
She giggled, “Oh God.”
“That brother can’t do nothing for you right now,” I said, as I finally began walking out of the room with her laughter following me.
She was truly all I needed. 
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Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you and you still won't hear me (Raven x Stevie X fem!Reader) Chapter 2
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A/N: Second chapter is here. Thank you so much for everyone who supported me <3 
A big thanks to @aritamargarita​ @average-nash-enjoyer​ @x-s-t-i-t-c-h-e-s-x​ and @evenflowddts​ for giving me the confidence, love ya <3
Whoever said time heals all wounds was lying, or at least that was your opinion about it. Having to see Raven at work didn’t become easier, even if he seemed to be the one avoiding you two more times than you did with him. Was it a way to manipulate you? Maybe, but it drove you crazy nonetheless.
You felt that hiding in your beat up car was pathetic, yet it was not like you had any other opinions if you didn’t want to break down in front of your colleagues. Whenever you closed your eyes you kept seeing Raven in that alley, your stomach would turn into knots and you would start to have chills, it was a constant reminder of how you were never safe.
Stevie was in your same situation but he always plastered a smile on his face, making you forget all your problems just for a minute. You felt sick at the idea that your worries were poisoning him because it sounded like a Raven’s plan and you were carrying on with it.
“You think I’ll be gone if you walk out that door? Go ahead and try!”
The words dug like knives in your heart, making your blood boil. You wanted to punch him and scream but instead you were just drained, everything was too much which made you question if it was even worth fighting.
A loud bang on your windshield made you jump in fear. You quickly turned your head around only to see Sandman, with his usual cigarette in his mouth, signaling you to roll the window down.
“Are you trapped in the car?” He asked, a puff of smoke hitting you in your face.
“No. What are you doing here? Trying to make my car smell like a cheap nightclub bathroom?” You replied.
He laughed at you. “I need to talk to you, maybe the smoke can help clear your mind.”
You rolled your eyes but deep inside his words made your stomach twist. Sandman wasn’t the kind of guy to talk unless it was necessary.
“It’s about him, isn’t it? Did he do or say something?” You didn’t even try to hide the concern in your voice, which was a wrong move.
He puffed again in your face. “You still care too much.”
“Are you punishing me for asking? Just say what’s going on already!” You felt your face heating up.
 “You and Stevie have a promo with him later, he has to confront you about the betrayal. If it was a storyline before, now it's real shit.” 
Your breath stopped in your throat for a second. You hoped you had more time however life had planned to kick you down, what a classic!
“Why are you telling me this?”Your voice was shaking. 
“Because you have two options: forgetting about him or staying with him but not letting the asshole walk all over you.” 
You suppressed the urge to laugh, Sandman made it so easy but he had no idea about the chaos, the headaches and hurt. Leaving Raven was supposed to be so easy but only the thought made blood freeze. 
If it hurts me, why do I want him? 
“I am not talking to him anymore. Me and Stevie walked away.” Hesitation slipped through your words. Who were you trying to convince? 
“However, he still controls ya. And if you let him have this kind of power over you, he will bring you and your lover boy down to hell again. Think about it during your promo.” He finished his cigarette and then he was walking away. 
You throw your head in your hands, feeling your temples pulsating. At this point you were completely lost and seriously considering just not showing up, after all your nausea was growing so much you were afraid to throw up in the ring. 
But that way you would have played Raven's game, you would have shown him that you couldn't confront him and probably Stevie would have worried to death. Taking a deep breath, you looked at yourself in the mirror and tried to smile. 
“Fuck you, Raven!” You whispered, getting out of the car. 
A mix of cheers and boos welcomed you walking down the ramp next to Stevie. It didn’t really surprise you because for every guy who wanted to see Raven’s ass kicked, there was another who hated Stevie’s goofiness and saw you two as traitors. If only they knew what was happening behind the curtains.
Raven was sitting in his usual ring corner, his face was masked by his hair yet you could feel his eyes burning your skin. The segment was set to be a back and forth, a fallout that would lead up to a feud, your job was pretty much to take a bump and support Stevie. It was irrational to fear for your life but you could never be sure with Raven, especially when you haven't seen him properly since the night club. 
“What do you want, Raven?” You started, pronouncing his name with disgust. 
“Me? Nothing. But what do you two want? What's next for Y/N and Stevie Richards?” His mocking tone made your blood boil. It didn't matter it was supposed to be “fake”, you felt like he really meant to bash you two. He still thought he had power over you, which only made you want to punch him. 
“I know what you are trying to do. You think you can still get in our heads, well there's no fucking way!” The crowd erupted into a surprise cheer for Stevie standing up, which made it really hard to suppress a smile. 
“After everything I have given you, after everything I shared with you, that's how I get repaid? That's the thanks I get for saving you two?”
Saving. There was a time where you really thought Raven was a savior, when he seemed better than anyone and anything else. But soon it turned into a twisted game of manipulation, where the more you stayed with him and the less you were yourself, only Stevie was your dim light at the end of the tunnel. 
“Saving? How that's you call the beatings and the anger? The only thing that was saved was your sorry ass everytime me and Stevie sacrificed ourselves, without us you wouldn't even have that belt on your waist!” You gripped the microphone in your hand, preventing it from shaking. 
You knew Paul wanted a raw and honest promo, both parties knew what the other would say yet you felt like poking the bear. Cocky Raven would have never enjoyed being reminded that he used people to get to the top, he never wanted to appear weak. Choosing to do this meant bruising his ego, even if it was scripted. 
“I shared my brain, I shared my psychology, I even shared my house when you didn't have a place to stay. If you are here it's because of me!” He stood up, making your body paralyze before Stevie promptly shielded you. 
It’s part of the script. He can't hurt you or Stevie more because there will be consequences. You tried to reassure yourself. 
“Yeah, you also shared your pain, shared your anger, made us relieve something we weren't meant to : your childhood. You can say all those things but I am no longer your lackey, I no longer second to you. I stand with Y/N now.”
Raven walked even closer to Stevie. Adrenaline was rushing in your system as you recognized the moment where Stevie was supposed to be hit, leaving you alone and defenseless. However, Raven brought his mic to his mouth again. 
“You know, I expected it from Stevie but Y/N, that was a surprise. After all, I thought you were going to show a little more gratitude after I saved your ass from the street after yet another fight with your ex boyfriend!” The crowd gasped while your eyes widened. 
No, no, it couldn't be true. It was not part of the fucking script why was he saying that? Your heart started to beat faster as you felt trapped in the ring, desperately wanting to crawl out. You knew he could go low, but bringing up the darkest period in your life? That was crossing the line even for him. 
As you tried your best to not let any emotion show, you thought about your next move. Probably it was smarter to let Stevie handle the situation but it was personal and the anger twisting your stomach was pushing you to react by stepping in front of him. He wanted to break you, so you had to show him that you knew his little secrets too. 
“You disgust me. I am actually happy I didn't help your pathetic ass getting up when Sandman busted you open, just like I don't regret turning my back on you while you were puking your guts out!” You raised your voice, throwing all the emotions bubbling up inside you on that last sentence. 
Raven's expression shifted, you saw the fire in his eyes as you humiliated him. It scared you, just like your ex did and for a moment you questioned if he would ever take his word back and actually hit you. However when he tugged your arms and hooked them, you know he planted you down with a Evenflow ddt. It didn’t matter how much training and experience you had, taking a bump would always hurt. You were thankful that your face was hidden against the mat because you felt your face becoming wet with tears. Fantastic, just the right moment to let your emotions run wild!
The crowd’s roar gave it away that Stevie was being beaten as part of the plan. You slightly rolled on the mat to get to a better position, surely you couldn’t have a full visual since you were technically “out” but you still wanted to have your eyes on Stevie.
The grip on your throat never lessened since you stepped in the ring, however it somehow got worse as the segment was approaching the end. You know Stevie could handle anything however you felt totally out of control, just waiting for the next shoe to drop. After all if Raven went off script once then he could have done it twice.
“Fuck!” You heard Stevie’s voice scream and suddenly your all attention was on him.
Blood was pouring from his nose, which didn’t seem to look like it was supposed to. Sure, accidents can happen while in the ring but that was done on purpose.
“Raven, stop!” You said, loud enough for him to hear but not the audience.
He seemed to ignore you, keeping punching Stevie’s face. Anger thrummed through your veins because he once again seemed to be the only one in control, making you feeling powerless and desperate for Stevie who was fighting for his leverage.
“You have two options: forgetting about him or staying with him but not letting the asshole walk all over you.”
You weren’t supposed to get up but Raven already fucked things up so why couldn’t you?
Standing up, the crow erupted in cheers as you threw yourself on Raven’s back like a koala. You knew you could only count on the surprise factor, hoping to buy some time for Stevie.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Raven screamed.
“I said leave him alone!” You covered his eyes with your hands, making him momentarily blind.
He tried to take them off but you were holding for dear life, using all the strength in your body. Your face was turning red and your hands were burning under Raven’s pressure, you weren’t going to last for much longer but you were ready to go down with a fight.
“Let her the fuck alone!” Stevie was on his feet now, his nose and mouth covered in blood. “Y/N, be ready to take a bump!” He said, as he kicked Raven in his groin.
You felt yourself leaning forward as Raven knelt for the pain, which prompted you to let him go and actually fell backwards on the mat. The palpitation almost drove your heart out of your chest but before you could think or say anything, Stevie was already picking you up and taking you backstage.
“Stevie, your nose… I am sorry… we need to… Paul will be angry…” Your words were incoherent, fear taking over your system and completely paralyzing you.
“I’m going to be okay. We just need to go to the trainer…” He didn’t get to finish his sentence because the curtains opened again and Raven appeared.
Seconds turned into hours, or so it felt, as you untangled yourself from Stevie and walked straight to Raven. He didn’t move, waiting for you for a small smirk and you felt so good when your hand slapped him across his face making said smirk fall down.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yelled, only to be met with silence. “Do you have any idea how irresponsible you were?! I knew you were a bastard but stepping as low as doing a shoot? I hope you get fucking fired!” You clutched your fists, your face turning red as you were just waiting for him to say something that would justify another slap to his face. Most times you hated when Raven took the worst of you out, but this time you really wanted to get angry at him without any remorse.
He laughed. A dry, sarcastic laugh that irritated you even more. You dug your nails in your palms, looking around to see if anyone was around but apparently they all decided to stay away from your show beside Stevie who was watching every move you made.
“Me, getting fired? You went off script as much as I did! Who the fuck do you think you are?! I’ll tell you: a sad, pathetic, good for nothing bitch. You only got here because you slept with me and Richards and  you chose the wrong one."
All the rage and the adrenaline just disappeared instead you felt yourself paralyzed by his words. Hell, you knew he could be cruel but you knew he would be this much with you, a part of you always made yourself believe he loved you somehow. 
You felt a pang to your heart, the words died in your throat as you just wanted to scream him to fuck off. Who the hell were you? Well, who the hell was he ! Did he know that you didn’t need him? Did he have any idea how many sacrifices you had to do to be here? Yes, but he didn’t care and that was the whole point.
He would have never cared about you or Stevie, you were only properties.
“What did you just say?” Stevie got closer, standing right in Raven’s face.
“Are you fucking idiot?! I said she’s just a bit…” His words got interrupted by a punch to his face, courtesy of Stevie.
The impact made Raven kneel down, holding his nose in pain and you would lie if you said it didn’t make you so satisfied. Raven seemed to agree with you as he slowly stood up, his mouth turned in a bloody smile and you knew he thought that he was in Stevie’s head he was generating chaos that would lead both of you to your own destruction. Even when he was losing, Raven was still winning. 
Stevie grabbed him by his jacket, slamming against the wall. The noise made you flinch, you should have probably tried to calm him down but you were blocked by your own sadness and fear.
“You are nothing to me anymore. We should have never loved you because you don't deserve love in the first place." Stevie spat.
You waited for screams, punches or just a reaction but Raven didn’t move. Hard as a stone he stayed there looking down at the floor. You could feel the tension building up, slowly reaching the boiling point and you just couldn’t hold the tears anymore. Pure istinct guided you out of the door and  you kept going until you got to your car. Your vision was blurred but you knew for sure that the steps approaching you and the arms surrounding your waist were Stevie’s. You turned around only to hide your face against his chest and bawling your eyes out.
“I can’t do it anymore. What’s even the point? The more we try to get away from him and the more he hurts us!” Your voice broke in a desperate sound.
“Babe… you told me to not give up. We have to keep fighting!”
You raised your head, taking a look at Stevie’s bloody nose and tired eyes and new tears came down.
“I dragged you into this. Look what happened! I am so sorry…” Your words get shushed by Stevie grabbing your chin. 
“No. I am an adult, I can make my own choice and it was to follow you. And do you know why? Because I realized that you actually care about me. Without you I’d be gone, without Raven I’d be free.” Stevie reassured you. 
Moving closer you felt his heartbeat against your ear. For a moment nothing mattered, no emotions were bothering you because you were safe in his arms, just like you felt that night at the club then reality crushed again leaving you breathless. 
“It’s so hard! I thought I would feel better but he makes everything so complicated. And the worst part is… that sometimes I feel like I miss him.” You didn't want to look in Stevie’s eyes, scared to see the disgust on his face. 
“I totally get it, I feel the same way. He is a bastard but sometimes I miss when we used to cuddle all together in hotel rooms.”
You could tell from his tone that he was honest. It didn't matter that you knew he was bad for you, deep down you still loved him or at least your idea of him. There was no magic switch who could turn your heart into stone and freeze your feelings for Raven, you both would have to work through that which was utterly ridiculous in your opinion. 
“Do you think Paul will fire us?” You bit your lip. 
“I have no idea. I think people have done worse things and they are still employed. We will get a lecture, sure. But fired? Not on my watch!” Stevie’s confidence made you crack a small smile.
“I don't know what I would do without this job.” You admitted. 
“We can always go to WCW. Hell, maybe WWF wants us, who knows!” 
“Oh God, that would be funny!”
Silence fell between you, both of your arms were around each other and your head was still leaning against his chest. 
“I know it's bad, but sometimes I wonder if we are doing the right thing.” Everything stopped around you, you could only hear Stevie’s question over and over in your head. 
Are we doing the right thing? 
You stared at Stevie’s face, at his shaky hands and defensive position as you could attack him at any moment. Raven's words replayed in your head in every detail, how they cut your heart and dig into your soul, how you feel completely insulted and busted at the seams. 
That's not what love is supposed to be like. 
“We are doing the right thing.” You said, kissing his lips. “We are saving ourselves.”
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88 + pricemarsh?
Thank you for the prompt! It walked away from me a little, but I think I did pretty good!
Warming up
Cold steel presses into her stomach, pushing her against the wall. Her head darts around, looking for an escape, but there’s none to be found.
“You don’t know who I am, or who you’re messing around with!” Nathan shouts, his face no more than four inches away from hers.
She already knows how this goes; she’s seen it a thousand times.
It never gets any easier.
“Where’d you get that?” she hears herself say. “What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down.”
She feels detached, yet present. It barely feels like a dream, but she’s not in control. She knows the script by heart, yet can’t change the story, just watch as it unfolds again and again and again, the same fear freezing her blood, locking her muscles.
“Don’t you EVER tell me what to do. I’m so SICK of people trying to control me!”
“You’re gonna get in hella more trouble for this than drugs –“
“Nobody would even miss your punk ass, would they?”
“CHLOE!”
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Kate wakes up to a dark room and a cold bed. The spot beside her, where Chloe had been, is empty, the covers thrown off in a hurry. The alarm clock beside the bed reads 03:39 AM. The world is asleep, but Kate and Chloe cannot have that pleasure, it seems.
With a sigh, she gets out of bed, padding quietly to the living room.  
The bright moon shines through the windows, illuminating the apartment, lining the furniture in dark shadows. It’s cold in here.
Chloe’s leaning against a windowsill, the window itself thrown wide open. Cigarette smoke dispersed by soft winds, a visual reminder of a now-broken promise to quit. She’s dressed in a dark t-shirt and her boxers, the same clothes she went to bed with. She’s shivering.
Kate doesn’t think it’s just because of the cold.
She shuts the bedroom door behind her, purposely making it click into place. “Hey” she says, her voice quiet.
Chloe blows out more smoke. “Hey angel” she says, her voice rough. “I’m sorry.”
Kate approaches her, leaning on the windowsill next to Chloe. “What for?”
Freezing wind blows past them, fall truly setting in now. The sound of rushing air fills the silence between them as Chloe takes another drag from her cigarette, then exhales lengthily.
“For waking you. For breaking my promise. For becoming this miserable sack of shit again. I mean, God, it’s been a year, shouldn’t I be over it by now?”
“I don’t think so” Kate says. “Do you expect me to be over everything that happened that week?”
“No, of course not!”
“Then why do you expect that from yourself?”
Chloe deflates a little. “I don’t know. My brain just won’t shut up.”
Kate puts her hand between Chloe’s shoulder blades, rubbing slightly, trying to soothe the turmoil inside of her. “I know. I’m just reminding you that you need to give yourself time to heal.”
Chloe leans in to the touch, putting her arm around Kate, kissing the top of her head. “you’re right. I’m… sorry I’ve been so distant lately. I just…”
“I know.” Kate says. “Just… tell me what you need, okay? You don’t have to be strong for me.”
A shuddering sigh makes its way through Chloe’s body. Kate wraps her arms around Chloe’s back, pressing herself to her girlfriend’s chest. Chloe sinks into the hug, some of the tension draining out of her. Her skin is cold.
“Yeah” Chloe sighs. “You know you can tell me too, right? I don’t want you to suffer in silence like last year.”
“I know” Kate says. “you’re so good to me. I don’t know where I’d be right now if we hadn’t found eachother.”
Chloe sighs deeply, sinking further into Kate’s hold. “Yeah, same. I don’t – I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened.”
A minute passes as they stand there, basking in the warmth of one another, the forgotten cigarette burning uselessly.
frigid air blows in through the open window. Kate shivers. “Let’s go back to bed, I’m starting to get really cold.”
“Yeah, let’s”
They separate, Chloe stubbing her cigarette against the outside wall before dropping it into the trashcan. Kate shuts the window, then pads back to bed.
“Can I hold you?” Chloe asks, as she falls back into bed.
“Of course,” Kate says, nestling closer.
Chloe’s arms wrap around her stomach as her entire body curls around Kate’s warmth. Tomorrow, they’ll have to face the day again, face their grief and their trauma and their thoughts, face the rest of their lives.
But for now, this is enough. For now, the warmth they share is all that matters.  
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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year
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I REQUEST HEADCANNONS FOR TINY WORKERS!!! please…
Also some drawing prompts for Tiny Workers if you don’t mind 👉👈
/nf
man i had like 3 hcs all written out and some drawing prompts too and my internet completely crashed. ripppp
i guess i'll start again :v
my all time favorite bits in tiny workers (that i can remember) are a. tommy being stuck in tipsy wil's pocket while he and schlatt walk around the park aimlessly, and b. the workers just launching water balloons at protestors 😭 SO either one of those, or or or equally as good: your favorite bit. because i am very curious what other people think of this au ,,,,
NOW headcannons
tiny workers headcannons ✨
on their uniforms, they have their name stitched into the bottom of the cloth, but they realized it doesn't really work all that well, so they upgraded to the typical worker nametag, which leads to all of the workers crossing out their name and adding something different, or like adding things. tommy's added "innit" to the bottom, q put "big" in front of his and crossed off "uackity" ykyk all the fun stuff
and on the topic of uniforms, they also have stitched other stuff into it. tommy's added like a l'manburg flag after the dnd era thingy, tubbo's added a bee and a nuke, just stuff that kinda both relates to their lore reenactment or just them as a person ,,,,
one time techno came over with wilbur and tech just steals tommy from will (which COULD strike up some tw!tnt content but that's a different story) and they make it their day's goal to just break every single rule. except no smoking (based off of a thing me and my uncle do ever fall)
i've been trying very hard to think of attractions because i realized how much i need to do for 20k acres 😭 anyway i went to a theme park the other day and got to have some inspo. SO have some. one, imagine like. mascots. definitely would make the park more kid-oriented AND imagine just different characters from size media. like arrietty or some guy from the honey i shunk series
another one from hershey: i saw a few people with giant ass reversable octopuses and saw some girl sitting inside of it using it as a chair and LIKE imagine that but as a hand. u can win a giant hand at some arcade game 👀👀
imagine like a rollercoaster or waterslide that had a 3d effect or just had screens on the side that projected like a human coming after you, or some kind of bug/animal/etc
i mentioned a lego thing at one point and i know a lot of lego stores have a build-your-own lego, and imagine wil making one just to resemble tommy claiming that the figurine'll replace the kid JVJSDV
imagine another dnd game (much shorter) with the (entire) scu 👀 this time with a few strangers. ORRRRR i could make grizzly & bizly canon. maybe both tiny workers.
charlie'll be introduced then probably. he'll be a stranger prior to the campaign and after that charlie becomes a tiny bit of a regular.
i think i'm also gonna make jaiden canon as a human worker
imagine a restaurant that's made to look like a human counter. like there's some kind of optical illusion on the floor that makes you look really high up 👏👏👏
i went to a planetarium yesterday and lemme tell u the g/t in me went BRRRR. it opened with like an eye over me looking around and at one point they made it look like you were getting closer to a telescope, which also looked like being trapped under a cup. SO imagine THAT in the park. just some kind of theater with a giant screen over you, maybe a first-person mini-movie about being a borrower ✨
I HOPE THESE SUFFICE FOR NOW !! i also have 2 art-ish things in the works hopefully soon. one of them is being a bitch cause there is so much for it sfjfsdd
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