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I CAN'T LIE TO YOU ✮ LN4
pairing: Lando Norris x bestie!Reader (childhood best friends to lovers) summary: Lando Norris decides to surprise his best friend after being a long time away from home. What she didn't expect was that he had a big secret that he couldn't share with her words: 4.5K - warnings: swearing, suggestive content & not proof read author's notes: I'm back once again! Now you just know I'm a sucker for childhood besties to lovers. Also, I may have already started writing a part two for this one... let me know if you want it!
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The days in England have become more boring with time. Y/N was losing her mind over the repetitive routine that follows the life of a college student. Work, study, beer with close friends and bed. So when her mother invited her for a family dinner, she worried about how excited she got with the event. It wasn’t supposed to be anything special, just her parents and a few of their close friends gathered to catch up over nice food. 
Coming home felt way too good. It’s a feeling most college students get when they go back to their hometown, leaving their crappy flat in university to be served with their parents pampering during their quick visit. Y/N was supposed to be back to her place in just a couple of days, but she felt satisfied to be in a different place than the four walls of her house. Not to mention that she was having a good laugh with everyone at the table.
Her mother always takes dinner parties to another level, serving the best food in her special crockery, saved for moments like this. So Y/N packed a nice new outfit; a cute long-sleeved dress that looked perfect with tights and heels. Not that the guests cared about how she was dressed, but it felt nice to look beautiful and all put together for once after months of hoodies and leggings.
As usual, her parents invited the Norris family, as they’ve been the best of friends for the longest time. Not only they lived next to each other for years back when she was younger, all of their kids were really close friends with Y/N. But the spotlight always goes to Lando, who is the same age as her, making them grow up attached to the hip.
They all grew up going to the same school, not to mention that she would always tag along in Lando and his brother’s karting sessions, having the best time watching them drive flawlessly on tracks. He always enjoyed the times when she’d steal her parents cameras so they could make some homemade videos of their time together. Or when they would sit back, watch their dads play golf every Saturday and share candies in the cart. 
  Y/N and Lando have been inseparable since the age of four, growing up side by side, going through everything together. She was so important to him that, when he joined Formula 1 and had to choose a number to race, he chose the age the two of them had become friends. 
“The number four is for my best friend, Y/N. She was the one to suggest it, and the meaning behind it is very cute. Actually, I don’t want to tell you to not spoil anything, but I can only say that it’s very dear to my heart”, Lando said once in an interview during his second season in F1, making every single one of his fans curious about the meaning.
But it’s been a while since the infamous duo had been together. They supported each other from afar; Y/N sometimes joining him for race weekends and Lando coming back to see her on birthdays and weekends in London, while he visited the McLaren factory. But the last time they had been together was four months ago, during summer break, when he dragged her to join him for his crazy trips around the world. When racing and university was back on, they lost a little bit of touch; almost no calls and only a few texting breaks so they wouldn’t fall apart.
A lot happened in those four months. Lando had a new gorgeous girlfriend; a model who everyone had become obsessed with her TikTok videos for beauty tips. They had been seen together a few times around the world, her joining him for the races and a lot of make-outs behind DJ booths at parties. Y/N, on the other hand, was lacking in the dating department. But the friends she made over the past year made everything worthy. After years of pretty much having Lando as her only very close friend, she finally found new people to go out and have fun as a normal 20-year-old.
With that, Y/N and Lando’s friendship got weird. He had been avoiding her for a while, with the excuse of being too busy with racing, but actually not wanting to talk about his personal life with someone who knew him like the palm of her hand. Meanwhile, she was having a good time with her friends to be bothered by anything. But lately, life had become more boring and Y/N felt like having Lando back would bring some more fun into her life again, with all the epic parties and the good times they always managed to happen.
“Only one month left”, she thought, as winter break was approaching, meaning that Lando would finally be free to come home for the holidays.
She was pushed out of her thoughts by Adam Norris, who now seemed interest in Y/N’s life after a long catching up with her dad. “Tell us more about college! Are you having fun? Learning anything special?”, he asked with a kind smile.
“Oh, I’m graduating this spring, so it’s been… rough”, she chuckled. “But everything has been amazing, you know? The internship is so cool and the people are nice as well”.
“I just can’t believe it will all be over soon”, his wife, Cisca, responded. “It feels like it was just yesterday when you joined uni and Lando started his first season in F1. Time really flies, uhm?”
Every mention of his name made Y/N smile like a fool. But lately, it has been accompanied by a ting of pain on her chest. God, she missed him so much.
“What is it that you miss?”, Cisca asked, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. Shit, did she say that out loud?
“I said I missed your pie so much, Cis. You know I have always loved it growing up”, Y/N tried to cover it up by stuffing her mouth with the cheesy pie, trying to keep her thoughts of being spoken out loud. But something caught her by surprise.
“Yeah, mum’s pie is the best in the world, isn’t it?”, a male voice said from behind her, one that she hadn’t heard in person for a while. Her eyes widened when she realized who it was, only to turn around and see Lando standing right behind her tugged into his signature comfortable hoodie, with a giant smile plastered on his face, and a bouquet in his hands. “Surprise!”
Y/N brought her hands up to her mouth, trying not to cry at the sight. She couldn’t believe what was standing in front of her. So she jumped out of her seat and jumped into his arms, not caring about anyone else in the room or the flowers being crumpled up in his hands. Lando buried his nose in her hair, taking in her scent, making him feel at ease for once
“What are you doing here?”, she leaned back, holding his face between her hands. His soft eyes looked down at her, his smile never faltering.
“I thought I could surprise my best girl”, he admitted, digging one of his hands into her hips, making her securely close to him. “I had a break before the end of the season, and it had been so long…”
“Shut up, you idiot. I just want to hug you”, she cut him mid-sentence, burying her face in his neck, making his smile even wider, if that was possible. Everyone on the table laughed at her reaction, but let them have their moment after months without seeing each other. It felt too good to be true. 
“I missed you so much”, he whispered in her ear, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head.
“I missed you too. Welcome home, Lan”, she leaned back and kissed his cheek, making it tinted red. Lando was so cute when he blushed. “You brought me flowers! How cute is this?”
She took the giant bouquet filled with red and pink roses out of his hands, bringing it close to her body. “It’s an apology for not being here as much as I should”, he said, making her heart so warm with the thoughtful gift.
“You being here is enough”, she pressed another kiss to his cheek and quickly pulled him for another hug. They just couldn’t get enough of each other.
“Alright, we all know you both really miss each other, but you can catch up after dinner. Food is getting cold and poor Lando must be starving”, her mother cut them off, making Y/N look back at the table, her face burning in embarrassment. He laughed at her behavior and pulled the chair next to her so they could sit together.
Through the whole dinner, Lando told all of his amazing stories traveling the world, leaving all the ‘best friends only’ parts for later, when he would be alone with Y/N. She felt so happy to finally have him by her side, making fun of her table manners, resting his hand on her knee and cracking any bad jokes just to see her roll her eyes. And even though he lived those many adventures, Lando knew life couldn’t get better than having his favourite person in the world back on his side.
“So, Lando, what finally brings you back home?”, Y/N’s father asked, making him shrug.
“You know, the championship could’ve been better and I feel really tired, you know?”, Lando searched for his best friend’s hand under the table, entwining their fingers once they met. Then he looked at her with an adoring smile on his face. “I just need some recharging. Thought I could use some home time before the last few races of the year”.
“You’re always welcomed to recharge in our house if you want to, Lando”, her mother said before the conversation was taken somewhere else once again.
While everyone else chatted, Y/N and Lando updated their phone gallery with new pictures of them. A lot of cute selfies and pictures of their homemade dinner which soon found their place on their Instagrams.
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↪fanacc5 I bet his girlfriend actually hates them
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The dinner was coming to an end with the delicious sweet treats they prepared for dessert. At that point, Lando and Y/N were just existing at the conversation. He slipped an arm around her shoulder and she found a comfortable spot to lean into him and keep sipping on her wine while they shared a slice of cake. But even though they were quiet, they surely weren’t tired. So as the rest of the adults continued with their chat, they took their glasses of wine to the backyard, just so they could have some alone time.
Lando chuckled when he saw what was still standing strong in her backyard. “You still have our old treehouse?”, he asked and she nodded excitedly. “Wow, it looks so much nicer than before”.
“It’s because I renovated it, you fool. Haven’t I told you?”, she asked, but Lando shook his head. “Oh my… you have to see this! Now it’s a grown up treehouse! Take a look”.
Y/N dragged him to the small construction and made him climb all the way up to the house. It changed a lot with the renovations. Their wall doodles from when they were little kids were preserved by a varnish coat on the wood. She also substituted the old toys for books and her collection of vinyls, making the place look extra cozy. There was even a table for afternoon tea and card games, a TV and a huge futon, with lots of cushions, so they could just lie down and spend the rest of the day hidden from the world.
“What a glow up!”, he joked. “I loved it. This is amazing”, Lando took a place next to the window, where the moonlight invaded the room. Y/N sat next to him and almost immediately pulled out her camera just to capture the moment. And just like old times, they had fun doing a tiny photoshoot together, only to be cut off by his mom, calling them from the ground.
“Are you coming, Lando?”, Cisca asked, making him look over to Y/N, who replied for him.
“I’m not letting him go anywhere, Cisca”, she joked, throwing her arms around Lando, making his mother laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your son”.
“Have fun you two”, they waved at her and sighed after finally being left alone for a proper catching up between best friends. Lando had a satisfied smile on his face and he felt so calm at that moment. He threw both of his arms around his best friend and hugged her tightly.
“Home, at last”, his cheek was pressed on the side of her face, making her giggle with the contact. “I want to know everything going on with you. Just blurt it all out. I owe you this”.
“Oh, nothing great happened”, she shrugged. “Nothing that you didn’t know already. The internship is nice, but it’s coming to an end soon and I’m not sure they’ll keep me with them. And college is almost finished, so that’s kind of bittersweet”.
“I thought you were excited to have a degree”, he said, making her sigh. “Are you not happy about graduating?”
“Of course I am. You more than anyone knows how important this is to me”, she answered. “And I made so many good friends and I’ve been having the best time with them. I know graduating will make us grow apart”.
“Endings aren’t always nice, uhm? But you have to look at the bright side of things”, he started. “You’re finally achieving something great and you managed to have a really good time along the way. Made friends and worked really hard to become the best professional out there. I’m so proud of you!”
Lando has always been her biggest supporter on pursuing her academic path. He remembers all the talks they had about her wanting to master in communications. While he didn’t get to finish school to up his game in racing, he was there for every step his best friend took until enrolling in university. So when they talk about it, he always has that beautiful proud smile on his face, to which Y/N loved seeing.
“Thank you”, she smiled shyly. “And what about you, Mr Worldwide? You’ve been everywhere these past months. How was it?”
“Oh, always amazing”, he beamed. “I got to see so many amazing places around the world. You would’ve loved all the clubs I went to. The DJ booths are amazing. Oh, and the golf courts… breathtaking”.
“Yeah, I saw all the pictures”, Y/N arched her brows and rolled her eyes. “You didn’t even bother on calling, telling me about your adventures”.
“Sorry, I lacked in that department”, he apologized. “Even though everything has been amazing, I’m so tired of this year. I could’ve done better on the track and the last few races have been exhausting. I knew that I needed to recharge before the last two races, so I came back to you”.
“It’s always a pleasure to have you home”, she ran her hand through his curls and smiled. Lando always saw Y/N as his home. She always brings him that sense of familiarity, and her absence in his travels around the world were taking a toll on him.
Not to mention that hiding a big secret from his best friend also wasn’t doing him any good.
“But I’m not here to talk about me. I want to know everything about you”, he poked her side with his index finger and smirked. “Anyone special appeared in your life in the past few months?”
“Please”, she rolled her eyes. “The last time I had a proper hook up was during our summer trip to Bali with that guy on the club”.
“Come on, it can’t be that bad”, he giggled, but Y/N’s face was burning in embarrassment.
“I had a few dates in the past months, but fuck me, they were annoying”, Lando laughed at her statement. “One of them found out you’re my best friend and spent the entire time asking questions about you. And the only guy who was actually decent came in his pants when we were making out in his car. Didn’t even get to touch me”. 
“Oh, poor you”, he giggled. “So no boy to be my new best friend? I mean, come on, we need more male energy in this friendship”.
“Sorry, Lan. No boyfriend this time”, she said. “You, on the other hand, started dating this gorgeous model and forgot to tell me about everything.”
And there she said it: the topic Lando had been avoiding the most throughout the whole night. He really didn’t want to talk about it with Y/N, because his big secret had been hiding right there. He knew he couldn’t, and didn’t want to, lie about anything to her. And he also knew that he really needed to vent about this secret with her as well.
Lando turned really quiet, and looked away, avoiding her eyes. “Don’t start now, Y/N. I mean, there’s not much to say, to be fair”, he mumbled.
“Come on, I want to know everything about the woman who stole my bestie’s heart”, she poked him, but Lando didn’t dare to look Y/N in the eyes. “I mean, everybody loves her and she seems sweet. Why don’t you want to tell me about her?”
“Because we’re not together”.
“What do you mean? I’ve seen the Instagram pictures and the gossip pages posting videos of you two kissing in the club. I thought you were becoming a thing”.
“Y/N, don’t push it”, he asked, his voice bargaining on his throat.
“Why don’t you want to tell me about her?”
“Because we’re not together, I told you”, he sighed. “She’s a PR stunt. She’s not my girlfriend, and it’s been consuming me from the inside ever since we started this little thing”.
Lando finally looked her in the eyes and Y/N saw them brimming with tears. As an immediate response, she rested a hand on his arm and waited until he was ready to talk more. He leaned into her touch and the tears started to stream down his face. He’s never one to cry for anything, so the tears meant that it was so much more than he was letting show. Her heart broke at the sight of her best friend.
“Is this why you look more tired than usual?”, Y/N asked and he nodded, making the tears fall harder. “Oh, Lan… Come here”.
She pulled his head to rest on her chest and Lando wrapped his arms around her, needing some sort of comfort. He didn’t say much for a couple of minutes after, feeling his heart aching on his chest. He wanted to talk about everything with Y/N, because he knew she would understand him. He always feels vulnerable and safe enough to talk about anything with his best friend. 
“Everything is so fucked up, Y/N”, Lando cried out. “God, I can’t take this fake relationship anymore. Do you know how disgusting it feels to pretend to be in love with someone you’re not? And to lie to everyone, hiding it from my parents. From you. I can’t stand it”
“I’m sure you have a good reason to be doing so”, she said, fingers running through his curls and making him sure that she was right there with him. Y/N felt his fingers clinging tighter onto her. “You’re just doing your job and that’s okay. This won’t last forever”.
“I feel so lonely, you know? I was doing so bad on the last few races and I missed home so much. I missed talking to my dad and hugging my mom. I missed making fun of my sisters and going for a drive with my brother. And I missed you so much. I wish I could just stay here for a long while”.
“Soon you’ll get to be here for as long as you want, baby”, Y/N pressed a kiss on top of his head and Lando sighed in comfort. It ached a little less with her there. “And we’ll get to spend so much time together. You can come over and we’ll have sleepovers. We can take the car, drive around and go clubbing until sunrise. Whatever you want”.
“God, it would be so easy if it was you”, he whispered, still holding onto her as if his life depended on it. What did he mean with that? Just those single words made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. Truth is, while her heart ached for her best friend, she was relieved he’s not in love with someone else. Did he have feelings for her? 
“You know, I looked over my so-called girlfriend one night while we were hanging out at the club and I wanted to shout to everyone that it was all an act. She’s like a solid reminder of how lonely I am all the damn time. It’s ridiculous”, he grunted. 
“Come on, look at me”, Y/N pulled his face to look up and held his head between her hands. “Lan, you are never alone, okay? Even if you feel like you are, and even if I’m not there physically, you know that I’m always with you. I’m right here”, she rested a hand over his heart, making him smile through his tears. “I've been in your heart since the moment we met”.
“I…”, he started, but couldn’t get to say the rest. After all this time, Lando was afraid that the next move would ruin their friendship forever. But looking her in the eyes, comforting him through this rough time, he knew she felt the same. “I love you, Y/N”.
She was expecting anything. ‘I know’, maybe. That was so much bigger than what she imagined. Lando had said he loved her countless times over the years they’ve known each other; after all, they grew up together, almost like brother and sister. But this time, it was different. Y/N knew it, and Lando knew it too.
Y/N was too stunned to speak, so he continued with his confession. “I always have, you know? And I only hid everything from you because I can’t lie to you. And because I thought you’d never look at me the same way if you found out”.
“Lando, I…” she stopped mid-sentence, trying to catch some air. “Fuck, this is a lot. Just wait a second”.
They giggled together and he leaned his forehead against hers. “It’s okay to not say anything right now. I just dropped a giant bomb on your lap. This wasn’t the way I wanted to confess to you, but I just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore”.
“Are you saying this because you’re emotional? Because I swear to God, if you are, I’m gonna kill you for misleading me”, her eyes were brimming with tears and Lando whipped them away.
“I’m telling you the truth”, he assured. “I think I’ve loved you my entire life. With all the crazy things I’ve experienced in my life, you were the only constant. You’re home, Y/N”.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”, she asked and he took a deep breath.
“Because I was afraid of losing you. Scared this might ruin our friendship somehow”, he admitted. “You’re the most precious thing in my life. Do you know how scary it is to fall in love with your best friend when you’re just a kid? And then grow up, and those feelings never go away, just getting stronger every day. I just didn’t want to lose you”.
“You weren’t going to lose me, Lan”, her eyes softened at his confession and now he was the one wiping her tears. Y/N brought him back for a hug and even though he didn’t have an answer, deep down he knew she felt the same.
“I’ve loved you since we were four. There’s a reason why I always carry this number with me”, Lando confessed. “God, look what you do to me. I never cry”.
“You only cry for the important things”, she reminded. “That’s why I love you, Lando. I’ve been in love with you for my entire life too, idiot”.
His eyes widened as he looked up to her, who had a smirk plastered on her face. “Can I kiss you?”, Lando asked, but before she could properly shake her head in agreement, he crashed his lips into hers. He needed to be home, and Y/N has always been home for him. It was the most intense kiss they ever had, like years of lingering had finally paid off for both of them.
Lando pulled her closer with a hand on the back of her head. She wrapped her fingers around his neck, smiling into his lips. Then, as if it wasn't enough, he pulled her to sit on lap, making them closer somehow. She slowed down the pace, making the kiss needier and more delicious. Lando even let out a satisfied throaty moan, his heart speeding on his chest. Her touches made him feral, knowing that after years of pinning, he finally had his dream girl.
“Thank you for this”, he whispered against her lips, a wide and satisfied smile on his face. “Thank you for all the years, all the times you've been here for me, to tell me everything is going to be alright.”
“Always, Lan”, she played with the hairs on his nape. “I love you so much”.
“I love you too. So much”, he left one more peck on her lips before hugging her again. “I don't know what I'd do without you”.
“Yeah, me too”.
The story of how they fell in love with each other was long, but beautiful. Lando and Y/N sat in that tree house all night and shared all of those stories with each other. And for a second, he really believed everything was going to work out. After all, if he had Y/N, Lando would be just fine.
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Robin is positive that Steve isn't straight. At first, she thought she was projecting. Maybe she just wanted to share another aspect of herself with her best friend, but no. She's very confident now. The way Steve acts sometimes makes it so obvious. He's listened to her talk about how scary it is, being a lesbian in a town like Hawkins, and he talks to her about it like he undertands, even if he doesn't realize it. She roped him into watching a movie with a gay couple in it, and Steve's eyes lit up seeing two men kiss on screen. He once cracked a joke about going on a date with a guy that sounded far too sincere to be a joke. She knows, deep in the depths of her very soul, that Steve is a little bit queer.
And she could prove it if she could just figure out what his type is
She's been doing research, real genuine research into what male celebrities are considered hot. Finding movies with said supposedly hot men and making Steve watch them with her. But there's nothing! No reaction, not even the slightest blush when Harrison Ford was sweaty and shirtless right before his eyes. It isn't until she gets him to watch Rocky Horror that she finally catches something. Tim Curry in all his fishnet-clad glory brings a flush to Steve's cheeks. One that gets even worse when the character dons a leather jacket halfway through. It isn't much, but it's enough.
She mentally tallys everything about Tim Curry in that movie. Dark eyes, curls, makeup, tights, and especially the leather. She tries not to get her hopes up too high, knows that Tim Curry was wearing feminine clothes and makeup in the movie, so maybe Steve was just thrown off and confused, but it's a start at least. She makes a new list of movies, and pays close attention to his reactions.
The real breakthroughs come with The Lost Boys and The Breakfast Club. Lost Boys had been planned, one of her choices designed to illicit a response from Steve. Lots of pretty boys, some with dark curly hair, some with big dark eyes, and quite a few wearing leather jackets. Steve had been interested, that was for sure, a lot more than he had in the other movies she'd shown him. The Breakfast Club was a surprise. It had been one of Steve's picks, and Robin hadn't even been paying close attention. But it was impossible to miss the way Steve's eyes shot to the screen every time John Bender was speaking.
So, Robin has an answer. Steve Harrington liked bad boys. Men with dark hair and dark eyes, clad in leather with attitude for miles. Not what she had been expecting, but she's delighted, to say the least.
The delight only grows when Eddie Munson comes into their lives, and she gets a front row seat to Steve Harrington's Big Gay Meltdown. Eddie ticks off all Steve's boxes. Dark curly hair, big brown doe eyes, leather and denim from head to toe, and he has the attitude. But he checks off other boxes too, ones Robin hadn't even realized existed. He checks off the 'great big nerd' box. Because when she thinks about it, yes. Steve surrounds himself with exclusively nerds. He checks off the 'good with kids' box effortlessly, to the point that Robin almost screams when she hears Steve telling Nancy about his six kids and a winnebago dream, because Eddie basically already has part-time custody of Steve's weird gaggle of gremlin children. He tickes off the 'queer as fuck' box too, if Robin's judgement is any good, and she was pretty sure it was. The bandana in his pocket seems like a pretty good sign, if the zines she had smuggled on a family trip to Indy were to be trusted.
Eddie Munson is perfect for Steve, in every way possible, Robin is sure of it. So needless to say, shes thrilled when Steve finally, FINALLY pulls her into the crappy little bathroom at Family Video and asks her how she realized she was gay. This is going to be the start of a beautiful little journey for them both, Robin is going to welcome it with open arms.
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Movie Night
Part 2
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Your regularly scheduled movie night with your best friend takes a turn when you end up watching a porno, after some confessions you realise you could help each other out
Word Count: 5.8K
Content Warnings: 18+ Only, Smut, Oral Sex (Both m and f receiving), fingering, mentions of sex, Eddie and reader watch porn, virgin!eddie
Author's note: I know virgin!eddie has been written so many times but it is one of my favourites to read so I decided to write one of my own, I think it's turned out to be the longest fic I've written yet! Yes I did research 80s porn films for this fic, I didn't watch any of the ones mentioned but I did read their Wikipedia pages 😂
I also want to wish all of you a happy new year, thank you so much to everyone that showed love on all of my writing last year. I was hesitant to start up again but everyone has been nothing but encouraging and really helped me fall in love with an old hobby again 💕
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You loved Eddie’s room, there was something so homey about it. Pictures and band posters covered almost every inch of his walls. Knick knacks and odd little trinkets scattered across his desk and cabinets along with magazines and various things that probably belong in the bin. Guitars and amps in every corner, maybe the only things in the room placed with care. Clothes lazily tossed on the carpet. It was messy sure but it was Eddie, a perfect picture of his mind. You lay on his bed with an old baseball you had plucked up from his bedside table, tossing it into the air and catching it. 
Eddie was your best friend, you had spent every Friday night for the last three years over at his trailer once Wayne had left for work. The two of you would smoke, order pizza and chill out with some crappy movie from Family Video. You had graduated first try while Eddie was repeating senior year for the third time but it never affected your friendship, if anything it made you hang out with each other more since you missed seeing each other all day every day. He stayed behind for Hellfire on Fridays which often ran late, you didn’t mind though, you knew how much this club meant to Eddie. You knew where the spare key was kept so you came to the agreement that you could just let yourself in and wait for him. 
Which is why you were here now, alone on his bed, trying to keep yourself entertained until his return. Your next throw was a little off, you almost tumbled off his bed as you stretched out to catch the ball and missed. It hit his bedside table and rolled underneath his bed. You groaned and shuffled yourself off the bed onto his floor. You felt around blindly knocking several things that weren’t ball shaped before giving up and sticking your head under to have a proper look. Your eyebrows raised in surprise and curiosity when you spied a stack of magazines and two or three videotapes, you immediately suspected they were porn, why else would they be hidden under his bed? You pulled out the first magazine and lo and behold you were right on the money. You smirked and started to flick through the pages, taking note of which ones seemed more crumpled than others. 
You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wondered what Eddie was into, you’d thought about it on multiple occasions. He might be one of your best friends but there was no denying that he was a very attractive boy. You had settled for friendship but you were certain that if he had ever tried to make a move you definitely would have let it happen. You looked through a few of the magazines but didn’t find anything too scandalous, they were pretty generic, just your average girly mags. You had always been under the impression that Eddie was into some kinky shit, sure he was a huge dork but there was something about his confidence that gave him an edge, and you were well aware of the handcuffs hanging from the wall beside his closet. You reached back further until you had hold of one of the tapes, you scoffed at the title ‘In Diana Jones and The Temple of Poon’.
“Jesus Christ Eddie,” you laughed as you stretched your arm to grab the other two. 
‘Erotic Nights of the Living Dead’ and a more normal looking one called ‘Insatiable’. You were so engrossed in reading the covers of the tapes you didn’t hear Eddie return until the trailer door slammed shut. You jumped at the noise and scrambled to shove the porn back under his bed but you weren’t quick enough. Eddie sauntered into his room and froze when he realised what you had in your lap. 
“Have you been snooping?” He asked, his hand over his heart in mock insult. 
His tone was teasing so you knew he wasn’t mad but part of you still felt guilty for invading his privacy. 
“Yes,” you admitted. “But it was an accident, the baseball rolled under the bed I swear.” 
“Mmhm,” he hummed, arms crossed over his chest disapprovingly, lips pressed into a thin line. 
“It’s like nothing ever happened,” you held your hands up once the last tape had been flung back under the bed. 
“I don’t care that you found my self care stash,” Eddie shrugged casually as you stood and followed him through to the front room, you pulled a face at the phrase. “But I fully expect to see yours next time I’m in your room, fair’s fair.” 
“I don’t have a stash,” your preferred choice of porn came in the form of erotic novels instead of tapes but he didn’t need to know that. 
“Sure you don’t,” he shot you an over-exaggerated wink to let you know he didn’t believe you and flopped himself down on the couch. 
You sat down on the opposite end and changed the subject, you asked him how Hellfire went and he launched into a whole story about the campaign. You weren’t really into DnD so a lot of the time you never fully understood what Eddie was talking about but you could listen to him talk about it for hours. You loved hearing the passion in his voice and you couldn’t get over how cute he looked when his eyes lit up with excitement the way they were doing right now. It was clear how much Eddie loved Hellfire so you loved that he wanted to share parts of it with you. You asked him about school, he asked you about work, you gossiped about a few people around town and laughed as you told each other stories. A while had passed before your stomach started to rumble and Eddie suggested ordering the pizza. 
“What movie did you get?” You asked as he walked over to the phone. 
“I didn’t get the movie, you were supposed to get the movie,” he said, you furrowed your eyebrows as you thought for a moment. 
“Nope, you definitely said you would call at Family Video on your way home from Hellfire,” you told him confidently. 
“Why would I say that when I was already running late?” 
“It was before you were running late.” 
“Well I guess we aren’t watching a movie then,” he shrugged, you could argue back and forth all night, he knew you were both too stubborn to admit fault so he may as well cut the bickering short. 
“I dunno we could always watch Erotic Nights of the Living Dead,” you joked. 
He spun around with raised eyebrows and stared at you. 
“Kidding,” you laughed only half telling the truth. 
He scoffed and picked up the phone to order the pizza. You smoked while you waited for the food to arrive and then flicked through the channels on the tv, you had to settle for cartoons while you ate as nothing else appealed to either of you. Once you had both finished eating you cycled through the channels one more time and still found nothing. 
“It’s Friday night!” You complained. “How is there not a single good thing on TV?” 
Eddie stretched and blew a raspberry with his lips as he stared blankly at the soap opera currently on screen. 
“I mean, we actually could watch the zombie porn?” You suggested. 
“Are you serious?” He laughed with a hint of nervousness. 
“Yeah,” you shrugged like it was no big deal. “I’m kinda curious, is it good?” 
“No,” he laughed properly this time. “It’s fucking terrible.” 
“Then why do you have it?” You questioned. 
“Dunno? Also out of curiosity I guess?” He wasn’t lying, he loved horror movies so the title piqued his interest but it was probably the worst porno he’d ever watched, he didn’t even bother sticking it out to the end. 
“Okay so we could watch one of the other ones then?” You countered. 
“You really wanna watch porn together?” He couldn’t believe you were actually suggesting this, sure you guys were pretty close but you never discussed sex. 
He didn’t have much to discuss, he was a virgin, the only stories he would have to tell you were of him and his own right hand. He knew that you weren’t a virgin but he was glad you never told him about your experiences, they would only make him jealous. He had thought about asking you out before but you seemed pretty content being his friend. 
“It doesn’t have to be that big of a deal?” You shrugged again. 
You didn’t even know why you were pushing this, you had been curious about the tapes but they weren’t worth making things weird between you and Eddie. Maybe you were just more stubborn than you liked to admit, you had committed to the idea now and you weren’t turning back unless he was completely against it. Eddie was staring at you with his big chocolate eyes open wide and his jaw slack with shock. 
“Alright fuck it,” he matched your shrug as he hauled himself up from the couch and made his way back to his room.
Your stomach flipped with a mixture of excitement and nerves as you waited alone on the couch. He came back waving his copy of Insatiable and you bit your lip. He’d chosen the one that looked like actual porn without a funny plot you could laugh your way through if it did feel awkward. You played with your fingers in your lap while he crouched down in front of the VCR and got the tape set up. He pressed play and flopped down next to you, shuffling around to get comfy on the sofa. You didn’t miss that he had picked up one of the cushions and placed it over his lap, the thought of Eddie sitting right next to you with a raging boner had you clenching your legs together. 
The film opened with a scene of a woman masturbating, you kept your gaze locked on the screen but you could see Eddie’s knee start bouncing with nervous energy out the corner of your eye. You had been watching for all of two minutes and the energy in the trailer had already turned electric. Eddie was watching you more than he was watching the TV, he focused on the subtle changes in your facial expressions, the way your mouth formed a soft oh as you watched the woman pumping her perfectly manicured fingers in and out of her pussy. He took note of the way your chest was rising and falling a little faster, the way your hips were shifting ever so slightly. This was turning you on. Which in turn made Eddie’s cock strain even more painfully against his zipper than it already would have done. 
The scene had now switched to two women eating each other out. Eddie was in hell. He was desperate to undo his jeans just to give himself a tiny bit of relief. Your expression had changed to one he couldn’t quite read, you still looked like you were into it but your brows were knitted together in a slight frown. 
“You okay?” Eddie choked, immediately embarrassed by how raspy his voice sounded. 
“Uh huh,” you nodded, still not taking your eyes off the tv. “I was just wondering what it felt like, you know, guys don’t actually like doing that.”
“What?” Eddie asked incredulously. “No one’s ever gone down on you?” 
“Nope,” you sighed, you hadn’t slept with many people but of the ones you had you didn’t have much luck, they were all pretty selfish lovers. “I suggested it a few times but none of them were into it.”
“Pussies,” Eddie scoffed. 
“Do you do it?” You questioned, your voice had risen in pitch as the image of his messy curls buried between your legs flashed through your mind. 
Shit. He walked himself right into that one. Eddie would love to eat pussy, he’d just never been given the chance. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he tried to think of a quick response. 
“Eddie? Are you okay?” You asked at his silence. 
“Yep, yep, I just uh-“ he huffed a laugh nervously. “I’ve never done it either, I’ve never done anything actually.”
“What?” Your attention was completely off the film now as you turned your entire body in your seat to face Eddie. “You’re still a virgin?” 
Eddie felt his face flaming with embarrassment at your words. He knew this whole thing was a fucking stupid idea. 
“Not by choice,” he snapped, a little hurt when he misread your shock for you poking fun at him. 
“No no no, I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, not at all,” you assured him scooting closer to him so you could place a comforting hand on his forearm, he tightened his grip on the cushion still hiding his erection. “I’m just surprised because, well - have you seen you?” 
Eddie raised his eyebrows and wondered what you meant by that. 
“What do you mean?” 
“You’re hot,” you stated plainly. 
“You’ve been out in public with me,” he laughed. “Girls actively move out of the way to avoid me.”
They did, you had seen it and you hated it. It had nothing to do with his looks though, it was the false “devil worshipping” rumours that had spread around like wildfire. You couldn’t believe you still lived in a town where 90% of the population were complete morons. 
“Doesn’t mean you’re not hot.”
“Okay,” he scoffed. “Even so, no one is lining up to fuck the town freak.” 
“Don’t,” you told him sternly, you had made it a habit to chastise him anytime he referred to himself by the title he’d been unfairly burdened with. “Don’t call yourself that.” 
He gave you a sad smile and placed his hand over yours, giving your fingers a grateful squeeze. You sat in silence for a few moments, the only sounds echoing through the trailer were the moans coming from the tv. It was very distracting during what was supposed to be a tender moment and you couldn’t help bursting into a fit of laughter, only making it worse when you chanced a look at the screen to see the main woman now giving a blow job to what looked like a delivery man. Eddie joined you in your laughter at the ridiculous situation you had ended up in until you were clutching your stomach for air. You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his shoulder as your laughs died down to soft giggles, his shaky shoulder jostling your head every now and again. 
“I wonder what it feels like too,” he blurted out suddenly. 
You lifted your head to look at him in question, he jutted his chin towards the screen where the woman was currently gagging on the man’s cock. 
“Oh,” you breathed, your mind racing as you saw the opportunity to finally make your move. 
Little did you know Eddie’s head was in exactly the same place. The amount of times he’d dreamed of even just kissing you, he’d never felt like he had the chance to explore his feelings for you deeper but weirdly enough this bizarre idea you had created the perfect opening. He sucked in a shaky breath and prepared to shoot his shot. 
“Here’s a crazy idea,” he started. “Just tell me to shut up if I’m getting the wrong vibe here.”
Your insides fluttered as you realised he was about to suggest exactly the same thing you were. 
“We both wanna know what it feels like,” you finished for him. “We could help each other out.” 
“You don’t have to-“ he stuttered before he started rambling. “I mean I really wanna eat you out, if you’ll let me, but I don’t expect you to suck my dick if you don’t wa-“
“Of course I want to you beautiful idiot,” you cut him off placing a hand over his mouth to make him stop talking, you felt him smile against your palm. 
You removed your hand and shuffled even closer until you were almost sat in his lap, he turned his body slightly so he was facing you head on. 
“Do you wanna kiss first?” He asked hesitantly. 
God. He thought scolding himself. Why do you sound so awkward you’ve wanted this for years. 
“Of course,” you giggled like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “C’mere.” 
You placed your palms on either side of his face and pulled him towards your lips. It was slow and gentle at first, curious as you got a feel for one another. His lips were warm and soft, just as you’d always imagined them. The kiss deepened when you felt him tease your lower lip with the tip of his tongue, you granted him access, the wet muscle with your own. His hands which had at first been twisting in his lap awkwardly found purchase on your thighs, squeezing the doughy flesh there, you grinned against his lips when he released a soft sigh of content. He pulled back ever so slightly to give you both the chance to breathe a little, staying close enough for the tips of your noses to still be brushing. 
“Does it feel weird?” He asked, his hot breath fanning delicately over your skin. 
“Yes,” you nodded with another giggle. 
“You wanna stop?” He asked a little dejected, not expecting your answer, to him kissing you felt like the most natural thing in the world. 
“Fuck no,” you dived straight back in for his lips, smothering him with a fierce kiss that had him inhaling a sharp moan, the sound sent butterflies straight to your stomach. 
You took your time lazily tasting one another, your hands ended up tangled in his messy locks, nails digging into his scalp which only spurred on his intensity. He still had the cushion covering his lap which was the only thing stopping you from straddling him and grinding against what you knew he was trying to conceal. Not that it mattered now, you’d be more disappointed if he wasn’t hard at this point. A loud, guttural moan from the tv tore your attention away from one another, you looked to see the woman on screen now being fucked over a snooker table by two guys at once. 
“Can we turn this shit off now?” Eddie asked breathlessly. 
“Oh yeah,” you agreed, sliding from the sofa. 
You fiddled with the button on the VCR until the screen went black. You stood and turned around gasping when you bumped into Eddie who’d walked right up behind you. 
“Sorry,” he laughed softly, taking you by the elbows and chasing your lips with his again. 
It was so gentle it made you light headed, when he took a step forward and you felt his very prominent erection digging into your lower stomach you whimpered into his mouth. He was desperate to make you make that sound again. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, never breaking the contact he walked you backwards towards his bedroom. 
The back of your knees hit the edge of his bed and you squealed as you fell backwards. He attached his mouth to your jaw, following your movements as you shuffled to lay back against his pillows. He gripped your chin and tilted your head back, lazily sucking a messy trail down your throat and across your collarbones. He rocked his hips into yours and you both gasped at the delicious friction. 
“You first okay?” He mumbled against your skin as he sucked a bruise onto the tender skin just below your ear. “S’probably gonna be over pretty quickly for me.” 
He laughed but you could hear the insecurity in his tone. You stroked his face and placed a peck against his temple. 
“You know that’s okay right?” You assured him. “It’s actually kinda sexy.” 
He pulled a face that said you were full of shit. 
“I’m serious!” You promised. “Knowing that I made you feel so good that you just couldn’t hold back, hotter than most guys think.” 
“If you say so,” he smiled, thinking you were just trying to make him feel better.
He pushed your shirt up to pepper kisses across the soft expanse of your stomach, licking the spot just above the button of your jeans. His fingers fumbled with the button and he worked to remove them, feeling a sudden rush of timidity you covered his hands with your own. 
“Can we like, undress together?” You asked. “At the same time?” 
“Sure, yeah sure,” he nodded, leaning back on his heels. 
His shirt was the first to go. Then yours. Next was his jeans, the clinking of his belt buckle made your mouth go dry, his cock sprang forward as he pushed the denim down over his ass, your eyes widened at the sizable tent in his blue boxers, a darker spot visible that was wet with his precum. 
“Your turn,” he laughed snapping you out of your trance, you had been staring. 
“Yeah,” you nodded, pushing your own jeans down over your legs. 
Once you had tossed them to the carpet beside you he wasted no time kissing you senseless, pushing you back against his mattress. This was a whole different feeling, his warm, soft skin pressed against yours. The outline of his dick so much more apparent now there was only the two thin layers of your underwear separating you. You whined and swallowed each others moans as you got lost in the tangled limbs of the other. He palmed your breast over the cup of your bra before pulling back a panting, desperate mess. 
“Can I take this off?” He pleaded pulling at the strap. 
You arched your back and reached behind you to undo the clasp quickly. You ripped it down your arms and tossed it to the floor along with the rest of your clothes. Eddie stared down in awe at your bare chest, he had pictured what you looked like naked countless times but none of them compared to the real thing. You were fucking perfect. 
“Eds?” You asked, feeling shy under his intense gaze. 
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, eyes still trained on your chest. 
If he was this hypnotised by your tits what would he be like when his face was buried in your pussy. He rested his palms on either side of your waist, brushing his hands upwards over the delicate skin of your ribs before cupping a breast in each hand. He leaned down for more kisses as he kneaded and pinched your sensitive nipples. He moaned softly into your mouth and it made a deep ache settle between your legs. 
“Eddie please,” you whispered with a roll of your hips. 
He grunted at the friction against his leaking cock, his name had never sounded so beautiful leaving your lips. He kissed his way quickly down the valley between your breasts and along your soft stomach before he inched back on the bed, his face now level with your clothed cunt. 
“Oh fuck,” he sighed as he eyed the big wet patch that had soaked through the material of your cotton panties. “Did I make you this wet or were you just really enjoying the film?” 
You leaned up on your elbows and smiled down at him, whether he was joking or not he really had no idea the effect he had on you. 
“You,” your heart skipped at the flash of pride that crossed his face. “All you.” 
He took a minute to run his middle finger up and down the wet patch, your hips shifting of their own accord every time he bumped over your clit. You soon became impatient and lifted your hips to rid yourself of your panties, Eddie’s fingers met yours as he reached to pull them the rest of the way down your legs. His cock twitched in his boxers when he laid his eyes on your bare pussy for the first time. He gawked in awe at the pretty pink folds swollen and glistening with your arousal, he was almost drooling when he snapped himself out of his trance once again. 
“Promise if it’s bad you’ll stop me?” His voice laced with self doubt, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across the skin on your thighs. 
“I won’t stop you,” you reached down to stroke under his chin forcing him to look up at you. “I’ll guide you, forget everything about that film and just do what feels natural.” 
“‘Kay,” he nodded, he tipped his chin to press a thankful peck against the palm of your hand. “Ready?” 
“Mmhmm,” your sigh comes out trembling from the anticipation as you lay back against the pillows. 
He slid his arms beneath your thighs so your legs were over his shoulders where he lay. The first touch was experimental, a quick swipe of his tongue across your clit but it made you whimper still. His eyes fluttered shut as he explored you, flicking and suckling as his confidence built from your reactions. Your hands flew down to tangle in his hair when he shook his head back and forth between your legs, the soft curls tickling the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He moaned into you as your nails raked across his scalp and the vibrations caused you to gasp and buck your hips into him. 
“Fuck, holy fuck,” he pulled away panting, his chin shiny with your slick. “You taste so fucking good.” 
He pressed his thumb against your clit, fumbling through a couple of misses at first until you threw your head back against his pillow and whined. He focused on the spot that had caused you to make that noise and rubbed small fast circles, your hips wiggled against his touch until he replaced his thumb with his lips and sucked hard. He ran his middle and ring fingers along your slit, gathering your wetness before plunging the digits inside you. You winced a little as his movements started as harsh jabbing motions and he immediately noticed your discomfort. 
“Like this,” you showed him how to curl his fingers in a come hither motion. 
He was a fast learner, once he was using his fingers the way you had shown him it didn’t take long for him to find your g-spot. His tongue lapped at your clit as he carried on working his fingers inside of you, your back arched off the bed as you felt the heat of your impending orgasm build faster and faster. Eddie could tell you were close, the way you were grinding yourself against his face had him thrusting his own hips against his mattress. If you didn’t finish soon he was probably going to cum in his pants and then he really would want the ground to swallow him up. 
“Eddie,” you whimpered as your grip on his locks tightened. “Eddie, feels so good.”
He growled into you when you said his name, it was one of the best fucking sounds you had ever heard in your life. A few more flicks of his tongue and a stroke against your spot and the dam broke. You cried out as your hips writhed against his face, Eddie tightened the grip he had on one of your thighs to hold you down to him. He didn’t relax his strokes until you were a trembling, mewling mess, weakly pulling at his hair as you became overstimulated. 
“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” 
You were whimpering his name, he pulled his lips away and gazed up at you with glassy, lust blown eyes. He had a proud smirk pulling at his lips, his fingers still moving inside of you lazily. He grinned when he pulled them out of you and examined the slick coating the digits. 
“Was I okay?” He asked you with a cheeky grin, his earlier doubt well and truly washed away, he felt the intensity at which you clenched around his fingers when you came. 
“Very, very, very much okay,” you laughed breathlessly. “More than okay Eds you’re fucking amazing.”
He laughed with you, a slight blush tinting his cheeks at your praise. He shifted to his knees and groaned at the ache in his cock, the tiny movement alone almost pushing him to the edge. Fuck he thought. Your eyes widened as you looked at the precum stain on his boxer which has almost tripled in size since before he went down on you. You rose to your knees and crawled towards him. You pulled his face towards you for a searing kiss, your tongue gliding against his own so you could get a taste of yourself. You reached down ever so lightly to run your fingers up his cock from base to tip. He whined into your mouth and bucked forward. 
“Fuck, fuck don’t do that, sorry” he panted. “‘M so close already and you haven’t even touched me.”
The desperation in his voice was making you melt. You gave him a peck on the tip of his nose and encouraged him to lie back where you had been against the pillows. You pulled his boxers over his hips and watched as his cock sprang free slapping against his stomach. Holy. Fucking. Shit. You couldn’t help the way your jaw hung open as you stared at his full length. You had thought it was cute but funny the way he had been staring at you earlier but you were certainly mimicking his expression right now. You had never thought that a dick looked pretty before but christ Eddie was fucking beautiful. 
You had an idea that he was big from when he was grinding against you but actually seeing him was a whole other thing. You shouldn’t have been surprised, everything else about Eddie was so goddamn perfect why wouldn’t his dick be too. The shaft was long and velvety, a few delicate veins showed faintly beneath the skin, the bulb of his sticky, red tip blotted with precum that leaked just below his navel. He was starting to get nervous again the longer you didn’t speak. He hugged his arms to himself praying for you to just make a move, any move. 
“What?” He muttered so quietly. “It’s not weird or anything is it?” 
His voice brought you back to reality and you looked up at his blotchy cheeks, wide brown orbs full of worry and you were overcome with the need to kiss him again. You launched forward and attacked his lips with your own, swallowing his gasp of surprise. 
“No,” you said in between kisses. “Not weird - just so - fucking pretty.” 
You feel the stiff press of his erection against your ass as you continue to make out with him, the leaking tip smearing wet streaks across your skin as he bucked against you. 
“Please - sweetheart,” he croaked against your lips. “Begging you.” 
You showed him mercy and pulled away from his lips, open mouthed kisses now trailing down his chest and abdomen until you reached his painfully swollen cock. You decided not to tease him any longer, you didn’t think he’d be able to take it. 
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Eddie cried, the palms digging into his eye sockets as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick, your hand jerking the silky smooth base. “Fu- baby, feels so goo- gonna make me cum.”
The way he was choking on his words was adorable. You open your throat and bob your head within a centimetre of your gag reflex. Up and down, up and down your lips become a mess of precum and spit, his hips jarring upward to drive himself deeper into your mouth. You feel his thighs shiver beneath where your forearms are resting, he’s so close you can tell. You cup his sack gently with your free hand and take him to the back of your throat with a quiet gag. Eddie’s orgasm rushed over him so violently he didn’t have a chance to pull you away. 
You choke a little as a thick, hot spurts of his cum paint the back of your throat. You compose yourself and swallow him down, allowing the rest to rope across your tongue. Eddie whimpers incoherently while he combs his fingers through your hair, his hips still rocking as he humped your face through his release. You breathed harshly through your nose as you focused on taking him all down. He shudders as you give him a squeeze to lap up the remainder of cum before you release him with a pop, the back of your hand wiping the drool from the corners of your lips. His feeling of bliss quickly turns to humiliation as he realised all of that can’t have lasted more than 2 minutes. He threw his arms across his eyes, terrified of looking down at you and seeing disappointment. 
“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled. “Fuck - Couldn’t hold it back, you just felt so good.”
Oh Eddie. Sweet Eddie. 
“It’s okay, hey it’s okay,” you whispered against his skin as you kissed your way up his body. 
You peppered your lips over every inch of his forearms in an attempt to coax them away from his face. When that wasn’t working you slipped your hands into his own and yanked them away, your forehead falling forward to press against his. 
“It’s okay,” you assured him softly.
He leaned into your touch, his fingers intertwining with your own. 
“Thank you,” he simply said. “Not just for making me feel better but for even agreeing to this.” 
“Eddie, you seriously think I wouldn’t want this?” 
His brows knit together with an anxious look that said yes, he absolutely thought there was a chance you’d say no to this. 
“Well, put it this way,” you placed his hands on your hips while you reached yours up to cup his face. “If you want to give me your virginity, you know fully, I’d be more than honoured to take it.” 
“Are you serious?” He chuckled breathlessly in joyful disbelief when you nodded with a grin. “When?” 
“Whenever you want,” you laughed at his eagerness. “I know you already have condoms in that draw.” 
“Oh so you do snoop,” he accused playfully, tightening his grip on your hips to flip your positions. 
“Sometimes,” you admitted sheepishly. 
“Hmmm,” he hummed as he started to mouth at your neck, his hips slowly starting to rock against yours once again. “Just give me a few minutes and we’ll be good to go.” 
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[3.1k] it was a placebo effect. you were so sure of it. but a deal with your boyfriend makes you rethink your stance on the aphrodisiac-laced chocolate. (smut)
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“I don’t buy it.” 
Eddie raised his brows, something quite like a smirk on his lips. “No?”
“Not for a second,” you said with a shake of your head. “It’s all a placebo effect.” 
“A placebo effect,” he repeated, thoroughly amused as he shifted back against his seat, his attention now purely focused on you. “I don’t think you can call drugs a placebo effect.” 
“It’s not drugs though,” you pointed out to him. “At least not any of the fun ones. It’s an aphrodisiac, also known as the coward’s drug.” 
This time Eddie snorted. 
“The dude supplying you is fucking with you, Eddie, you’ve been ripped off,” you said, sniffling a little as you took in the array of drugs lined up on the coffee table like it was an average Tuesday. 
Well, because for the two of you, it was an average Tuesday. 
“He said he’s tried it himself,” Eddie countered, his eyes watching you closely before he reached for what looked like—to the untrained eye—as a simple bar of chocolate. “Went as far as saying it worked wonders.” 
Your brows furrowed together in response. “I still don’t buy it.” 
The first Tuesday of the month was the same for Eddie. He would drive over a couple of towns, to a town that was much bigger than Hawkins. It would be a day trip, he would leave early in the morning after pressing a kiss to the top of your head before shoving his mouth with some toast as he walked out the trailer. He would get back an hour or so before dinner, utilising the coffee counter whilst you whipped something up for the two of you. It would take him an hour or so to get through everything and sort out his inventory, then he would be all yours for the rest of the night. 
No drugs. No distractions. Just you and him and whatever crappy movie he picked up from Family Video on the way back home.
Except, this Tuesday was a little different when Eddie barrelled through the door with a massive grin split across his face, already rambling about some new product his supplied had given him a few testers on. 
Hence, leading to the two of you staring at the somewhat disappointing chocolate bar.
“You’re being cynical,” he commented.
“I’m being realistic,” you retorted as you leaned over, plucking the bar between your fingers. There was no writing on the packaging, not a single word. It was just a simple black wrapper with a love heart plastered in the middle. You snorted at the sight. “Baby, you can’t seriously think this works?” 
Eddie only shrugged in response. 
You rolled your eyes, throwing the chocolate bar back down on the table. “You are too trusting in stupid shit.” 
“Hey, it’s never stopped that stupid shit being true in the past,” Eddie countered. “No one thought demogorgons were gonna be real now, did they?”
You gave him a pointed look. “Fair but—”
“Take it with me.”
You paused, your words faltering as you stared at him suspiciously. “What?”
“Take it with me,” he said as he reached for the bar of chocolate, waving it in a teasing manner. “If you’re so sure it’s a load of shit, then there is no harm in trying it, right? Worst case scenario, we enjoy a bit of chocolate and go about our lives knowing you were unfortunately right.”
Your lips twitched. “And best case scenario?” 
Eddie’s grin widened, boyish and cheeky and full of promises that made your thighs clench together. “We fuck like bunnies until the sun rises tomorrow morning.”
You snorted. “You have a way with words, Munson.”
But Eddie just extended the bar towards you. “First one to touch the other loses?” 
Your eyes narrowed on the bar, knowing very well that your boyfriend was baiting you. He was testing that competitive streak in you, that he was just goading you, tricking you. You knew that and yet, you still fell for it.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Munson.”
“That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart.” 
The first hour passed and you didn’t feel any different. You could have laughed at how blatantly stupid the whole scenario was. The chocolate didn’t taste any different to a bar you could buy at the store, maybe a little bitter but you just assumed it was dark chocolate and moved on. 
You made your way into the kitchen, deciding to finish up dinner whilst Eddie sorted out the last of his inventory before you both found yourself settled on the small couch, plates of pasta in your hands as the movie Eddie picked played on the television.
On separate sides of the couch, of course. 
There was something like a smug smirk on your lips as you happily ate your dinner, a rush of adrenaline coursing through you because you knew you were right. It was a load of shit, just some dumb trick to fool people into spending whatever obscene amount dealers could charge them for ‘sex chocolate’. 
It was around thirty minutes into the second hour when you started to feel hot. 
Not flushed. Not warm.
Hot. 
Your body felt hot, like it was burning up. It was uncomfortable, but not in the way you expected. It wasn’t the kind of heat you felt when you stayed out in the sun for too long and your skin started to feel prickly. It wasn’t the heat when it was stuffy and muggy and the air clung onto you like a second skin. 
It was the kind of heat when Eddie would whisper something filthy in your ear when you were out, when his voice was a little raspy and strands of his hair tickled your neck as he told you every single dirty, little thing he wanted to do to you before walking away like nothing happened.
It was the kind of heat when his chest was pressed against your back, his hands running over every inch of your body as he slowly slid his cock inside you, letting you feel every inch until you swore you could feel him in the back of your throat.
It was the kind of heat that had you begging to feel every inch of him pressed against you, but even then it wasn’t enough. 
You wanted to ignore it. You tried to ignore it.
But it only led to you being painfully observant of everything around you. 
The inches that separated you and Eddie on the couch, a distance that wasn’t all that big considering it was a small couch, but now felt like an ocean between you. You wanted it gone. You wanted to crawl over and settle yourself into his side, to just feel his body against yours.
The way his hand wrapped around the beer can, the clinking of his rings against the metal can. You could see the drops of condensation rolling down the can, you knew it was just out of the fridge and it would leave his hands and rings just cold enough to make you shiver if he touched your heated skin. You wanted to feel him.
The way his tongue darted out, wetting his lips every few minutes as his eyes remained focused on the screen. The way he would tug his bottom lip between his teeth, lightly biting down when the movie got too intense. You wanted to be the one to bite his lip, to hear that little groan he would let out when you’d suck it between your lips. 
You fucking wanted him more than you had ever wanted him in your life. And as stupid and dramatic as it sounded, you thought you were going to end up burning a hole through the couch if he didn’t touch you soon.
“You’re drooling a little, baby.” 
You blinked, snapping out of your spiralling thoughts to find your boyfriend grinning at you, this time looking as smug as you did less than an hour ago. You cleared your throat, turning your gaze to the television as you pretended to understand whatever was happening on the screen.
“What were you thinking about?” Eddie continued to push, a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched you squirm in your seat. 
“Taxes,” you stated bluntly.
He huffed out a laugh, his eyes falling down to your thighs as you clenched them together. “Didn’t realise taxes got you so worked up.”
“I find them riveting,” you continued.
“Really,” Eddie mused, stretching his arm across the back of the couch. It wasn’t close enough to touch you, but enough for you to be heavily aware of the ringed fingers a few mere inches away from you. “Nothing else is making you squirm?”
You instantly froze. “I’m not squirming.”
“You haven’t been able to sit still for the last twenty minutes, baby,” Eddie commented, his voice a little rougher as he spoke. “Bet you’re fucking soaked.
You stayed silent.
“You gonna admit it, sweetheart? Gonna admit you’re all worked up?” His words were like a phantom touch across your body. “Just sitting there, thinking how nice it would be just just feel my hand slide between your legs and touch your—”
“I’m actually fine,” you bit out, a little more high-pitched than you would have liked. “But it seems like you’re having some issues over there.”
“Baby, I’ve been as hard as a fucking rock since I came back home,” Eddie snorted as he eyed the shirt of his you had been prancing around in all day. “Don’t need some chocolate to make me wanna fuck you, but it’s definitely helping.”
Almost instinctively you glanced over, your eyes falling to his lap to see if he was telling the truth.
He was, and you almost instantly regretted looking.
He had changed into some sweatpants, and guessing by the tent in his trousers, it didn’t take a genius to figure out he wasn’t wearing boxers either. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightened as you stared at his bulge, imagining what it would feel like to just reach out. To wrap your hand around the length of him and listen to the way he would shatter under your touch before you wrapped your lips around his cock and—
“You’re drooling again, baby.”
Your eyes instantly snapped away again, your cheeks flushed and heated as you tried to focus on the movie again. But you didn’t know what was happening, you didn’t even know what the name of the movie was. All you could think about was Eddie’s cock. 
“Shit.”
Your head snapped around to look at him again when he let out a low groan, his head leaning back against the couch as he palmed the length of his cock over his sweatpants. Your lips parted, watching the way he twitched under the fabric.
“What…what are you doing?” 
His head turned to look at you, a lazy smile on his face. “Never said anything about not touching ourselves,” he pointed out, squeezing his cock and letting out a pathetic noise. “Ah, fuck.”
Your mouth ran dry as you watched him. He was far more captivating to watch than the crappy movie, the way his chest heaved up and down with soft pants as he tried not to buck his hips. He was so fucking pretty and he was all yours, and you didn’t give two shits about the bet or anything else.
You wanted him and you were going to have him.
Eddie barely blinked before you were on top of him, straddling his waist as your hands reached for his face. His lips parted in surprise, a noise of surprise leaving his lips as his hands instantly moved to your hips, holding and clinging onto you like he had been wanting to do for the last two hours. 
“Baby—”
“Shut up,” you grumbled against his lips before you kissed him. 
It wasn’t a sweet kiss. It wasn’t sweet or loving or full of affection. It was sloppy and messy and desperate. It was needy and pathetic and it wasn’t doing enough to damper the heat that settled over your whole body since you ate that damn chocolate bar. You wanted more. You needed more. 
“Knew you’d give in,” Eddie murmured between shared kisses, groaning when you nipped his lip a little too hard. “Knew you’d be eating your own words.”
“Yes, whatever,” you snapped before pulling back, taking in his flushed cheeks and smug expression. “And now, I want you to fuck me, Munson. So, shut up and fuck me.” 
“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned as his hands dropped to your legs, squeezing the fat of your thighs as he moved like he was getting ready to stand up, but your hand on his chest stopped him.
“No,” you whined, your words a little breathier than you realised. “Here. Need you to fuck me here, Eddie.”
“Here?” he cooed, a tinge of mockery twisted in his words and it just made you squirm on his lap. “My pretty girl that needy for me? You don’t even wanna go to the bedroom?”
“Eddie,” you choked out, wiggling on his lap until you felt his bulge brushing against the cotton fabric of your panties. “Shit, please.”
“Shhh, baby, I got you,” he murmured as his hand rested on your throat, his thumb brushing against your beating pulse. “Gonna give you everything you need.”
You were too impatient to pause even for a second, let alone long enough to strip out of your clothes. But Eddie was no better. Despite the patronising words and soft touches, he was fucking desperate to be inside of you. He had been desperate and regretting his words the second the deal left his lips, he was just glad you finally gave in. 
His sweatpants were pushed down enough for his cock to spring free, red and leaking and desperate to be inside of you. You hadn’t even lifted yourself off his lap to take off your panties, just pushing them to the side as you swiped the tip of his dick along your soaking folds before you finally sunk down on him.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck—”
Your head fell to his shoulder, a muffled sob let out as you felt each inch of him slide inside you. His fingers were gripping the cheeks of your ass, squeezing and digging into your skin as he tried to hold back, as he tried to think about everything except the fact he wanted to come already.
That self restraint lasted all but thirty seconds before you were bouncing on his cock, before your nails were digging into his chest, before you were moaning like something out of a fucking porno. 
You had completely lost all care and inhibitions, and it was the hottest thing Eddie had ever seen in his life.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the trailer, deafening the movie still playing on the screen. You bounced on his cock until you came once, twice, three times and it still wasn’t enough. You wanted more of him, you needed to feel every part of him until it was all you could think, smell and taste. 
There was a part of him that would care later, that would be mindful of the mess you had both made. The fact your release was soaking your thighs, his own and the couch beneath you. The fact that the trailer was stuffy and hot and probably smelt like sex. The fact that the remaining clothes you had kept on were all but shredded in a pile on the floor.
Those would all be things for him to care about later, but not when your face was pressed against the arm of the couch, nails digging into fabric of the couch as you wiggled your ass impatiently. 
“Please,” you all but sobbed, one hand reaching back for him. “Please, Eddie, I need you—”
His hand reached for yours, intertwining your fingers before he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek. “I know, baby, I know,” he cooed, his voice low and gruff and the whine that left your mouth was almost embarrassing. “Such a needy fucking slut.”
“Just need your cock,” you murmured, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt his tip nudge against your swollen clit. “Need you inside me, please.”
“My needy slut,” he murmured, another sloppy kiss placed against your lips before he sat up, his hands gripping your waist so tight you were sure you would bruise by the morning, but you didn’t care. 
Not when he started to pound into you from behind, not when the noises leaving your lips were debauched and desperate and sending a thrill of pleasure down his spine. Not when he could feel your walls clenching around him, your ass bouncing against his pelvis with every thrust until he couldn’t help himself as his hand came down on your ass cheek.
The moan you let out only encouraged him to do it again.
“Shit, look at you,” he groaned, watching the way your needy cunt swallowed him whole with every buck of his hips. “S’like you were made f’me, baby, fucking made for my cock.”
Your moans were whiny and incoherent.
“Yeah? My little whore made for my cock?” he gritted out through clenched teeth, his hips pressed against yours as he leaned over your body, as his chest pressed against your back and his arms wound around your body to grope your tits. “My little toy, hm?”
“Yours,” you murmured out, your lips parting in a silent scream as the coil deep in your stomach tightened. 
“My little toy gonna come?” he murmured, watching in delight the way you silently nodded, tears slipping down your face. “Come f’me, baby, let me feel you come.” 
 You were a mess by the time Eddie came too, a mix of your come and his own leaking out of you and onto the couch. Your skin was shiny with a layer of sweat, your body far too tired to even hold yourself up. And yet, still, you craved him. You craved more.
“Those chocolates are fucking dangerous,” Eddie murmured in amusement as he placed a bottle of water at your lips, lightly slapping your ass until you finally took a few gulps.
“Need you,” you whispered with a sniffle.
“Still?” He grinned before he joked. “Maybe we should do this every day.”
“Eddie,” you whined but he was there, he was always there to give you want.
“I know, baby, but gotta give you a lil’ break,” he murmured, and yet despite saying as much, you couldn’t help but let out a needy mewl when he slid back inside you, quick and easy considering how wet you still were. “Gonna keep you full, honey. I said until the morning, and I mean that.”
“Good,” you grumbled as you nuzzled yourself against his chest, still craving that closeness.
“Remind me to call Johnny tomorrow and ask for a bigger batch of those chocolates too.” 
You could only snort in response as Eddie placed a kiss against your temple.
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headspace-hotel · 6 months
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How would one write a work of horror fiction about Lawns?
I think there may have been a post saying this, but it's stuck with me: just as zombies, vampires, monsters, and serial killers embodied deep fears within culture at the time they were extremely popular, I think the iconic horror monster of the upcoming years might be the Backrooms.
No, no not like in the crappy indie games about the Backrooms, where there are monsters everywhere. I mean like in this youtube video where it is simply a quiet, empty, endless labyrinth of rooms that superficially appear to be human-made, but they have strange, arbitrary layouts and forms, and there is no sign of the essential processes of life—no food, no place to sleep, no recognizable living spaces.
The place itself is the monster. Though it appears familiar and human, it is as fundamentally hostile to human life as the surface of Mars. Though it appears like a place purposefully designed for human needs, none of the basic resources and facilities for meeting human needs are apparent. It is something much worse, much more indifferent and at the same time much more hateful, than an uncaring and unforgiving wilderness.
Imagine, then, a sidewalk bordered by uniform green lawn, running alongside wide stretches of asphalt road. Imagine the sidewalk continuing on to meet other sidewalks, branching and intersecting in strange, illogical patterns. Imagine broad stretches of uniform green under a relentless warm sun and blue sky, no birdsong, no insects.
Imagine green grass with no dandelions, no clovers, perfectly lush and homogenous, surrounded by sidewalks that separate other plots of flat green turf, all perfect, bordering curbs that drop off into roads which stretch steadily toward the horizon, surrounded by sidewalks and green grass, splitting off into other roads that travel through a similar landscape, green and crisscrossed with paths. In every direction, this is all you see.
You keep walking, steadily following the sidewalk. Sidewalks branch and meet each other strangely, sometimes diagonally crossing lush strips of lawn, sometimes pivoting to meet the street and resuming on the other side. Some stretches of road have a broad green median also covered with green grass. In some places, there are neat mounds of black mulch around the base of perfectly trimmed yew bushes. The sun is warm—very warm.
Any perceptible grade to the ground seems to lead to a storm drain, in which there is no sign of water. Water is all you can think about. How long have you been walking? Your surroundings appear the same. You finally notice a stretch of grass that appears to be freshly wet, as though recently watered, and you are nearly prepared to lick any moisture you can collect off the grass blades, but a strange thought stops you.
Why, you think, does this grass appear so spotless, uniform and green...?
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white-sinner · 9 months
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Seven brothers and their boyfriends
fifth born Asmodeus and male vampire reader
Smut
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💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜 oh my devildom you two would be one of the most envied couples, and how can you deny it? Asmodeus and our dear M/N if with satan it could be said that it was like a fairy tale here it can be said that it is a mixture of porn and sweetness
 when you two met for the first time you realized he was a bit narcissistic but, on the contrary, he was struck by your vampire traits especially by your very sharp teeth and your very brilliant E/C
when you arrived at HOL he didn't invite you, he DRAG you into his room to make you make videos with him, skin care try on clothes now even his live chat asks for you to be present and under his posts his fans they write that they love how your two styles are so different but come together to form a perfect pair
Asmo never misses a chance to flirt with you and of course being the avatar of lust he is sure you will be his and even if you had suitors they would back down knowing they have no chance against Asmo
The brothers are gone now they can't stand hearing Asmo talk 24/7 about how you two would make a perfect match
finally when you two got together EVERYONE breathed a sigh of relief
as for appointments .. we are talking about Asmodeus what can you expect: shopping dates, parties, make overs .. baths with candles, long evenings of sex, flirting, he who sends you photos while you are in class as Simeon would say UNHOLY
Asmo loves how his demon form style matches perfectly with your vampire style
when you two fight? no one can be in the same room while you argue usually you apologize if it's minor even when he's flirting with other demons being that anyway you understand that it's his sin anyway and he can't control it but when things are more serious and you don't apologize Asmo gets worried and comes apologizing crying
during your first month anniversary you brought him some vampire clothes as a gift that he absolutely adores now it was one of his favorite items of clothing
the matching clothes you give him
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SMUT
you were looking for bags of blood to buy from akuzon even though you were similar to demons you were not the same
“M/N what are you doing?”
“not now Asmo I'm looking for some blood bags to buy "
“Tck How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need that crappy low quality stuff when you can drink my sweetest blood!”
said that he took the phone from your hands
"HEY!"
“no come on you can drink mine you know I like it don't you want to make your beautiful boyfriend happy?”
"ok where do you want me to bite you?"
"here"
said Asmo pointing at the corner of the neck
"you know that point is very sensitive right?"
"..."
he didn't say anything I just look at you smiling and with shining eyes
after you reached for his neck biting his neck he moaned and when you were done he held your arm with desperate eyes saying he wanted more
your cock was going in and out of him as you kept biting him all over Asmo loved it it was one of his dirty fantasies, after a while you started to go faster making him see Belphie's dream stars and he start moaning and whine louder not giving a damn about the others who were in the other rooms after your eleventh orgasm you washed him gently and placed him on the bed and you two fell asleep
needless to say the other brothers were dead tired in the morning even belphie hadn't been able to sleep
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cheolinnie · 4 months
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Honey
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HES SOOOOOO HOTTTT MY BIASSSSSSSS AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
ok so I breathe seungcheol ok? like this mane is actually insane, though he does nothing. I genuinely need him (in me).
I find the nickname or petname "Honey" so cute and sweet so here ya go...
"You hungry?"
Although he stands just a few steps behind you, leaning against the kitchen counter, your back turned to him as you scumble some eggs, not a word you say reaches Seungcheol's ears.
How could they, when he's too busy staring at your perfect ass, envisioning his teeth just sinking in for a bite, and lips soothing the marks he so desperately wants to leave behind on the perfect skin there.
Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend Seungcheol had a very dirty dream about you in the dorms last night; he woke up before the sun just to jerk off, imaging it was your tight cunt taking his cock and not his crappy hand- you jerk him off way better too.
Soft tunes play in your apartment, and instinctively your hips move along to the beat- Seungcheol stiffens his jaw, his cock easily springing to life yet again. It almost pains him with how easily you can turn him on.
"Honey,"
The familiar nickname sounds slightly different to your ears; darker. Turning slowly, Seungcheol's eye are forced to leave your ass and flick up towards your curious gaze.
"Cheol? You okay?"
Sighing softly, he wishes he could calm his dick back down because you two have fucked exactly 12 times this week- and it's only Friday. He knows you and your members have an early morning shoot for your new music video tomorrow, and Sakura would give him hell if you walk into that practice room with wobbly knees.
But damn... Seungcheol just can't get enough of you, and neither can his rock hard dick; and this was noticeable by the largest tent in his shorts, but he's not shameful, and doesn't even try to hide his boner when your eyes drop to gape slightly at it.
"...again?"
He mumbles softly to himself, coming over and gently taking you into his arms. You try and hide your smirk, your hands resting on his biceps as you look up into his lusting eyes.
"I swear yesterday afternoon was supposed to be the last time this week but," shutting his eyes, his head drops to rest in the space where your shoulder and neck connect.
Slowly, you feel Seungcheol's hands slide down from your waist, before you feel his slender fingers gently kneading your ass.
"Fuck honey, God really just decided to bless you with the most irresistible ass known to mankind."
His words, mixed with the phenomenal feeling of his palms rubbing over your ass sweetly, sends a wave of need to your cunt- if he goes on, you'll be dripping from your tight hole.
Honestly, you're surprised that you're still so tight- because although Seungcheol's words are sweet and soft, his thrusts and way of fucking are far from it.
"Cheollie..." it was meant to come out as a warning, because you know you'll be sore tomorrow but, all it sounded like was a plea for his sex.
"I even had a dream that I was fucking you relentlessly in the studio," his head slowly turns so that he could start peppering weightless kisses to the side of your neck.
"It was cold so your nipples were perking though the godforsaksen cream tank top you love to tease me with, and they had my mouth watering at just the sight of them,"
You curse under your breath, the feeling of your pussy suddenly clenching exactly around where you want Seungcheol right now on this fine Friday morning.
Your fingers slither up into his raven black roots, pulling softly and earning a deep and dark growl from his throat. With one hand still massaging your ass, his other hand slides down to follow the curve before the pads of his fingers have you gasping at the delicious pressure they apply to your clothed hole.
"Tell me honey, how is it possible to feel your need for me though both your panties and these little shorts you're wearing, mhm?"
His chest is flush against yours, adoring the feeling of your nipple hardening against his bare chest. To his demise, you were wearing the exact same cream tank top you wore in his dream, tits free from the constriction of a bra.
A smirk pulls at your lips, eyes dropping down to just catch his tongue darting out to taste your skin.
"When have I ever wore panties to bed Cheol?"
Immediately he freezes, processing this knowledge he actually already knew, yet it somehow slipped his mind in this moment- well, until you mentioned it now and just made his dick double in size, precum already staining his underwear.
Humming deeply Seungcheol lifts his head, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as his eyes lower to your lips. "You're not making this any easier y/n."
"Where should we do it?"
He blinks once, eyes now meeting yours. "What?"
Moving closer, your nose touching his, your lips brush his as you speak in a hushed tone, as if there was anything but lifeless furniture in your apartment.
"It's been a while since you took me on the coffee table."
A groan, and his one hand leaves your cheek to wrap gently around your neck, lips pushing to devour yours.
"That's cause you had to replace the one we broke honey."
You grin against his mouth. "Yeah, and I got one that's ten times more stronger this time, just for you Seungcheol."
And so, no longer than 5 minutes later, your bare back was pressed against the cold wood of the said new coffee table, one warm, veiny hand around your throat, the other gripping your hip mercilessly driving his cock into your slippery pussy.
Repeatedly he hits your spot, evoking guttural screams and cries from you, your smaller hands gripping his wrist that's closest to you as you hold on for dear life.
"Fuck Cheol!" just one of the countless curses that leaves your lips, mouth hanging open as you gasp for air.
"Look at me honey"
Your eyes shoot open to meet his vicious gaze through his heavy lidded eyes. You're close, and judging by Seungcheol's grip on your hip tightening, he was too.
Your clenches become more frequent, the feeling forcing many deep moans from your boyfriend's throat.
"Keep squeezing me like that hun' and I'm gonna blow."
"I'm oh god, I'm gonna cum Cheollie." your voice trails off and more moans leave your lips as Seungcheol picks up his pace.
"Cum for me honey, show me how pretty you look when you cum on me."
He didn't have to tell you twice as his words has the muscle spasming orgasm washing over you like a deathly tsunami. Your high pitched moans bounce off the walls, and land right in Seungcheol's ears; the sound, music to his ears had him pulling his edging orgasm out to spill over your stomach.
"Shiiii- fuck y/n..." he could barely speak as his hands curled into fists on the table, his breath hitching and legs shaking as his orgasm racks through his body.
Coming down from your high, your hands gentely rub at his bulging arms, nails working to soothe the tight muscles there. Slowly and with care, Seungcheol plants a hand to your lower back to help you sit up, and almost instantly your body falls into his hold/ You giggles mix with his chuckle as both you arms wrap securely around each other, embracing and allowing his comfort to encircle you.
"I love you honey." Seungcheol softly whispers, forehead against your damp one.
You hum with a shining smile, softly pecking his lips. "I love you more, my honeylicious Cheollie."
Laughing softly, you crane your neck back to look at his gazing eyes. "You really are obsessed with my ass aren't you?"
Widening his eyes slightly like a maniac, he bares his teeth in a wide grin. "Oh you have no idea, honey."
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subbyalbedo · 5 months
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Kinktober Day 23 - CAMBOY with Tomura Shigaraki
Dom!reader x sub!shigaraki
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The start is kinda crappy but then it gets good >:)
As you collapsed on your bed in the LOV hq, you took out your computer, knowing that tonight, Shigaraki would be streaming.
You had stumbled upon his secret streams a couple months ago, and you immediately knew who it was, even though he made sure to wear a mask each time.
And, of course, he had no idea you knew.
Since you had found out, you had made sure to be the main viewer he noticed, making little donations and sometimes, he would let you and a couple other viewers determine when he came.
While you couldn't wait to tease him about it, you had kept everything a secret from him, and you quite enjoyed his videos.
He would stream every Tuesday night, and you always got excited for those times, against your better judgement.
Today, as it started and he came into view, wearing slutty women's lingerie, he looked delectable, and you got yourself comfy to watch him.
Some days he would ride a dildo, somedays he would use vibrators, but today, he didn't have anything.
After a moment, his scratchy voice piped up. "Today, I'll let you guys decide what I should do. Any suggestions?"
As people started writing furiously in the chat with requests for pegging, or overstimulation with vibrators, you sent your specific request with a donation.
Hump a pillow for me, pretty boy.
You knew he saw it when he gulped. "I guess I'll be...humping a pillow today."
You almost giggled at how awkward he sounded, but your gaze fixed in when he tentitively grabbed a pillow.
His signature gloved hands pulled the pillow to him, and he slowly straddled it, seemingly hoping someone would make him do something else instead.
But everyone was fixed in, and he faltered for a moment before hesitantly grinding his hips along the soft fabric.
Letting out a soft 'hah', he started picking up the pace, precum already getting onto the pillow and staining the fabric.
Shigaraki seemed frustrated, like he couldn't get the exact pleasure he wanted. As he tried thrusting at different angles, he let out pants, trying desperately to feel good.
Grind nice and deep for me, you're so desperate, aren't you?
He glaced up to see what you wrote, and let out a wanton moan, nodding his head vigorously.
He made sure to thrust deeper, wringing out extra pleasure with each movement.
With the sluttiness of the act and all of the eyes upon him, he got close very soon, and moans and whimpers poured out of him.
"Can I~ please, can I cum?" His desperate voice was making you feel feral, but you wanted to see him suffer more.
Don't cum just yet. We're gonna have some fun with you.
"Fuck, no~please! I've been good, I have to~ hng"
He had to slow down in order to obey, but the despair on his face was clear as he edged himself.
Good boy. Rub those nipples for me, yeah?
"I, ah, I don't~"
He tried to protest, but it was weak, and his hands drifted up.
Hips still roving on the pillow, which had wet patches from all the leaking precum, he twisted his nipples, making them nice and puffy.
Speed up. Put on a good show and I'll let you cum.
He sped up greatly at the thought of cumming, everything was built up in him and he needed to release, but he knew he had to do what you said.
He was groaning, the delicious friction of the pillow was barely the amount he needed, and his hands on his nipples were teasing him as he built himself back up at a snails pace.
He arched his back for you, a little bit of drool slipping out of the mask, and he looked for permission, tears pooling in his eyes.
Cum for me, slut.
With a sharp cry, he let go, spoiling the pillow with his large amount of cum, still thrusting slightly to ride out his orgasm.
Once he had comd down slightly, he chanted 'thank you thank you thank you', and smiled lazily, ending the stream.
After a moment of lying there, he was about to get up to clean himself up when he heard your voice in the hallway.
"Shigarakiiiiii," you sang.
Eyes widening slightly, he focused on making his voice sound normal. "Go away. I'm busy."
You leaned next to the closed door to his room with a smirk on your face. "Yeah, busy being a whore."
Fear shot through him, but he reasoned with himself, it was probably a coincidence, you were probably just guessing. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Bringing your lips to the crack of the door, you made your voice extra playful. "Suuure you don't. Who do you think told you to hump that pillow? Now be a good boy and let me in."
Fuck. Shigaraki was screwed.
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kjhbsies · 2 months
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Strings of Love
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Rockstar Ellie Williams x fem!reader
Synopsis: Ellie Williams is the country's biggest rock star. Who wouldn't be charmed by her beautiful face? And, oh, have you heard her voice? It's heavenly. On the other hand, Ellie does know you. How couldn't she? You're quite hard to forget. You supported them from the start until now. But one night changed it all as both of you got into an argument. Warnings: not proofread! beware of grammatical errors (english isn't my first language). Ellie is kind of an asshole in here lol.
PART II : PART III
Apocalyptic Serenade is a rock band consisting of five members. They all started as an unknown band playing in their house’s garage, until they became more popular as they started to have different gigs in some crappy bars. Both of them didn’t know how they reached the peak level of their popularity, as many people started admiring their works, especially their looks. 
Ellie Williams is the lady-killer and a Casanova. As the lead singer of the band, she is the most popular among them – especially with the girls. She was well known for having different girls in bed every night, using them like a ragdoll and throwing them away like a toy in the morning. No one complained about it though, they claimed that tasting her is heaven, even if Ellie treats them like shit afterwards. 
You are their avid fan. Ever since the start, you got hooked on the band’s performance when you first heard of them. You can still remember that they’re playing in a local bar in the small town where you lived. It was a hot Friday night of April, you and your friends wanted to unwind right after the finals and there happened to be a small band playing in your favorite bar. 
When you first saw Ellie, she was sporting baggy jeans and a flannel. The sleeves were rolled up in her elbows, showing her tattooed arm. You figured out that she’s the lead singer when she stepped in the middle, her ringed fingers clutching the strings of her guitar while the other was strumming it. 
You did not expect to become so immersed in a person that you feel like at that time, when you first heard her voice, you wanted to drop down on your knees and just start to worship her. She was… heavenly. Her voice is one of a kind that even angels couldn’t resist listening to. 
Ellie noticed you standing in the middle of the almost empty bar. Everyone in here was beet drunk and the others aren’t even listening to them play. Ellie couldn’t care less about it at all. It was just like this all the time. At first, she couldn’t bear the idea that people weren’t even paying them attention – and that they’re just playing for nothing. Though, when they first received their small paycheck, Ellie accepted the reality. 
However, you changed the perception of her life.
You were the first person to watch them with such intensity that even she couldn’t almost look you straight in the eye. Her heart beat tripled in excitement and it’s as if you just gave her the energy to sing and play passionately. 
Finally, someone is listening. 
And it was you. 
That was the first time that you became their number one fan. You’re always attending their gigs, even if the location is miles away from your home. Listening to their music on spotify, watching their videos on youtube, and always stalking their instagram account. Your friends think that this is an addiction, and maybe it is.
However, their status and fame made Ellie Williams even more unreachable. Everyone loves her ��� I mean, who doesn’t? She’s a very talented woman, and aside from that, she radiates an energy that no one can resist. You know that idolizing someone who won’t even remember your face how many times you attend their gigs has its consequences but somehow, you grew accustomed to it. Watching and reading news articles about Ellie’s new potential lover doesn’t make your heart hurt like hell more than it did before. But a small part of you wishes to experience even being near her. 
You always wondered how it would feel like having to hear her speak to your ears sweetly. Or how is she as a girlfriend? Would she play you her favorite songs? Would she write a whole ass album dedicated to you?
But every time those daydreams start forming in your thoughts, the reality will always seep in. That you’re just an ordinary girl and she’s a rockstar. Both of your worlds weren’t going to collide no matter how hard you try. And Ellie Williams is out of your reach. 
On the contrary, Ellie feels the same way with you.
You’d think that after that night she first saw you, she’d immediately forget your face. I mean, how can she when she thinks that she just met the most angelic person in the world? Everything about you, your face, your body, the way you dress caught her eye. 
The two of you met each other 3 years ago, and since then, you’re the only girl who’s been on her mind. 
Ellie tried to push her thoughts away, wanting to forget you. I mean, she’s the rockstar of the year, every girl flocked at the sight of her, every one, I repeat, everyone wants to be with Ellie. And having a girl clinging on to her mind for years is really pathetic. Not to mention that she doesn’t really know your name because every time she sees you in one of their gigs or concerts, she couldn’t get the chance to ask for you. God knows she tried to step down the stage the moment they’re done performing because she knows that you’ll be gone so fast but still, Ellie couldn’t catch up. Ellie desperately begs for their manager to get your name and contact information when she sees you in the midst of the crowd but it always fails. 
After several months, when Ellie’s popularity gained so much attention from everyone, every girl threw themselves at her. And Ellie made that an opportunity to forget you. You’re just a random fan girl, you should be easy to forget. You were nothing compared to her. And she’s not the one who should be begging for your attention. Ellie has everything and she could get whatever and whoever she wants. 
But apparently, not you.
Because no matter how hard Ellie tries to think about the fact that you are just a mere fan girl and that you should be the one on your knees wanting for a little bit of her attention, Ellie still couldn’t resist finding you in the middle of the crowd. And you’re always there. So, every after their gig, Ellie would take someone in a fancy hotel, preferably the one who looks just like you. Because Ellie only wanted you. 
She wouldn’t admit that, though. 
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It was one of those days where you’d go to the Apocalyptic Serenade’s gig, and luckily, the bar is just near where your apartment is. And naturally, you’d go, just like you always do. But right now, you’re with your friends to have a nice night out after such a stressful day. 
You are wearing a skimpy black dress with a leather jacket to give a small amount of warmth throughout the night. You’ve done your hair and makeup beautifully, wanting to look exquisite, even though Ellie won’t notice you for the nth time. 
But who cares? You look so good and you’re having the best night of your life.
When the three of you arrived at the bar, it was pumped with people. The band is already playing at the stage and all of you managed to squeeze yourself in an empty seat, just where you can still have a perfect view of the band – especially Ellie Williams.
Ellie sensed that it was you who walked inside. How did she know that? Maybe after years of you going everywhere they performed, she already memorized your figure no matter how far away you are, or how dim the lights are in the club. 
She tried so hard not to look your way but she can feel that you’re staring and watching her. And it made her nervous. What the fuck? It’s always like this and everytime she is frustrated because how can you make her fingers tremble when all you’ve just done is to stare at her? You don’t hold a huge amount of power over her. You just can’t. Because Ellie is a fucking star, and you should be the one worshipping her. Not the other way around.
But oh, boy, she does spare a glance at you, and thankfully, you’re not looking at her. Ellie almost stopped playing and singing when she saw you take off your leather jacket and it revealed the most beautiful woman in front of her. 
It was the first time seeing you in this kind of clothing and to be honest, she’s mad as hell. She’s mad because she couldn't even touch a single strand of your hair. She’s mad because she can’t roam and feel your curves against her fingers. She’s mad because you are taking every willpower against her that it almost made her kneel in front of you.
Ellie’s neck reddened and she shut her eyes tightly. The grip on her guitar is hard as she tries to stop her dirty thoughts in her mind. 
You couldn’t even get her name, how can you get her on your sheets? She thought to herself. 
When Ellie opened her eyes, she saw a little commotion around your table. She saw you struggling to pull your arm away from a man’s grip on your hands. You looked uncomfortable, wanting to immediately push him as he kept on insisting on buying you a drink and when you politely declined, he viewed it as a little challenge. Your friends are nowhere to be found and you are stuck with him. Panic rose up through your throat and it made your body go cold. 
“I’m gonna go to the restroom.” You said, but he immediately gripped your waist. 
“I can assist you. You might trip.”
You gulped. “No, thank you. I’m not really drunk.”
And instead of letting you go, he immediately pulled you on his body. This made you want to cry as his grip gets harder and harder that you’re afraid that it might bruise. Unbeknownst to you, the music stopped and Ellie is walking towards you.
“The lady said no, dude.” She interrupted. 
The crowd went silent, and suddenly, everyone’s camera pointed towards your direction. The panic you were feeling earlier was replaced by shock. Your heart beat tripled as you stared at the girl in front of you.
The rock star of the year.
Ellie fucking Williams.
What the fuck is happening…
She looked so beautiful as you can perfectly see her face up close. You thought that every single one of her features were exquisite. Her green eyes, nose, freckled cheeks, lips, the way she did her usual half up bun, the way she stands and even how she dresses. Everything about her screams power.
“Oh, you're the one who’s singing there earlier, right?” The man in front of you smirked. “You’re shit.” He gripped you harder. “Sorry, man, you need to find another girl to accompany you in bed. I don’t share.”
Ellie’s eyes darkened when he pulled your wrist. You winced, as you can feel his nails are digging into your skin.
Ellie punched the man so hard that he stumbled at the stools behind him. Everyone gasped in shock, including you. Your jaw dropped into the floor and your eyes widened at the scene in front of you. Her bandmates immediately got off the stage to go behind their lead singer.
But Ellie is still not done yet. She watched as the man tried to move his jaw with such anger in her eyes. Her tongue traced the inside of her cheeks before kneeling in front of him. Grabbing his collar, she started to throw punches at him. Her bandmates tried to stop her but she is far stronger than all of them combined. And aside from that, everyone is afraid of her.
When the man’s face was covered in blood, and he couldn’t even open his eyes, and as his consciousness was going away, Ellie stopped. She smiled triumphantly at the sight in front of her. Finally, the bouncers immediately pulled her away from the man who molested you. Ellie harshly pulled away from the bouncer’s grip before looking at your horrified face.
You two locked eyes and Ellie could feel the same beat of her heart when she first saw you. 
“What-” You started, but the flashes of the camera stopped you from talking. 
Ellie noticed it and thus she yelled, “Nobody touches her!” She then stormed away from you, and from everyone to go backstage.
“You okay?” Jordan, the lead guitarist placed her hand on your shoulder. You nodded, still couldn’t speak. “You should talk to Ellie, she's backstage. Just follow me, okay?”
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“What the fuck, Ellie?!” Jesse, the band’s manager yelled at the girl who looked like she couldn’t care less. 
Ellie straight up drank the bottle of whiskey that was on the table. Her face is slowly reddening, as alcohol starts running through her veins. Her mind swirled, and she couldn’t even make out what her manager was saying in front of her.
“My hand hurts.” She said, looking at her knuckles.
Jesse scoffed in disbelief. He ran his hands through his hair, messing it up. “You didn’t know how much trouble you’ve caused?! Aside from the fact that you almost murdered a man, many people witnessed how violent you are. And God, it’ll be all over the internet. Do you know how hard it is to clean up your mess?!” 
Ellie snickered.
“Oh, you find that funny, huh? You are unbelievable!” He cursed for the nth time of the man. “What if the man wants to sue you, huh? What would you do?”
Ellie looked at him. “What would you do?”
“You fuck- Nevermind. I’ll go out and settle this and you should just sit there and shut the fuck up!” Jesse then stormed out backstage, closing the door with a loud bang.
Ellie took another long shot from the drink in her hand. She sat lazily at the couch while thinking of your face. 
Was it worth it? 
Yes.
A hundred times yes.
After a couple of minutes, one of her bandmates started to come in with serious faces. 
“That’s fucked up.” Alex said, closing her arm in front of her chest. “But you did the right thing, dude.” She gave Ellie a tight-lipped smile. “Riley and Nat are talking to the crowd, calming them, just to distract everyone from what happened. I think it’s working. Everyone loves fan service.” Both of them snickered. “Jesse is talking to the manager. I think he’s settling everyone. Was he mad?”
“Very.” Ellie smiled before drinking again.
“You’re so fucked up.” 
“Where’s Jordan?”
“Here.” She walked in, holding an ice bag in her hand. Ellie saw another familiar head behind Jordan, tailing her. She tilted her head to get a better view of her and she immediately straightened up.
Her brows knitted as she fully saw you. 
“You two should talk to each other because this is just so… messy.” Jordan said, handing you the ice bag. “We’ll leave you.” They immediately then exited the room.
So now, you were left with Ellie. Sitting almighty in front of you. 
“Ice bags?” You asked hesitatingly while lifting it. You bit your lips nervously as Ellie just stared blankly at you before standing up. 
She went up in front of you, and the smell of her musky perfume filled your nose. She towered over you, her face looking dark before snatching the ice bag in your hand.
Ellie did not know why she’s mad. She wanted so bad to ask you if you’re okay, maybe look at the wrist that the man is gripping so hard, she wanted to ask if it bruised, she wanted to cure where it hurts, but the thump of her heart as she looks at you made her realize that you have a great hold at her.
Ellie cares greatly for the stranger in front of her. 
But why?
That question started to haunt her. 
Why why why why?
No, she doesn’t care that much. She can prove that to herself.
“Was it worth it?” Ellie said drunkenly.
“What?” You looked at her. 
“Did you do that to get my attention?” 
Your brows knitted so hard. You couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Are you implying that I wanted to get molested to get your attention?” Your voice started rising.
This is supposed to be easy. Ellie shrugged. “I mean, I always see you wherever we perform. Maybe you just got tired of being a fucking nobody at the crowd so you did that.” She snickered. “Damn, that’s so low.”
You slapped Ellie. Your eyes are bloodshot red as the tears start streaming down your face. You stared at her, feeling hurt. You breathed heavily and Ellie is still facing the direction where you slapped her. She couldn’t bear to look at your face. She just can’t. 
“Fuck you.” You whispered before storming out.
Being mean to you is supposed to be easy. But why did Ellie feel like her heart’s going to explode from doing that?
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Could you do a Steve x reader where she has anxiety and it’s really bad for the day and so she kinda just clings to Steve the whole day?? Like she constantly hugging him/cuddling into him while he works and runs errands (maybe picks up Dustin)?
notes: aaand i'm back! so sorry for the long wait, but i had to take some time for myself <3. i won't promise any weekly updates or anything, because i'm really busy with uni, lately. but, i'll try to post every time i can! hope you enjoy!
warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of not eating (very brief) a lot of fluff and some teeny tiny angst at the end (happy ending!!). a litte bit suggestive, also? i changed the request a little bit... hope it still works!
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
w/c: 2.9k (uh-oh)
four times you needed to be close to steve and one time the tables turned.
-one-
steve really didn't know what was going on with you.
he was starting to get concerned. it wasn't like you weren't an affectionate person. you always were— always cuddling him at night or while watching a movie, or always kissing his cheek when you were out or holding onto his hand at all times.
but, although you weren't all that shy about pda, you also knew your limits. after all, not everyone needed to see how needy you were with your boyfriend.
but this... this was on another level.
it all started the night before. steve had come home late from work after robin had literally abandoned him after telling him that same afternoon she'd help him restock the videos — she didn't by the way. she had a date, or something — and steve was left to rearrange the very, very large pile of films on his own.
he did make it up to you, though. steve made sure to make a quick stop on the service station near home to get some goodies for you: your favourite gummie bears and some sour cream and vinegar chips for you, and some tampons just cause he knew you were about to start your period.
when he safely made it home, he found you all scooped up in the living room couch, wrapped up in a blanket and what he could only assume was his yellow sweater, a sliver of fabric peeking out from under the blankets.
you were asleep, the room dark and the only light coming from the tv, still running some crappy sci-fi movie you had probably settled with after not finding anything good to watch. steve smiled tiredly, placing the plastic bag on one of the sofas and crouching in front of you so he'd be on eye level with your pair, and gently removed some strands of hair from your face, tucking them away and petting your head with gentle touches.
you hummed tiredly, eyes fluttering and a yawn way too cute for steve to handle, and he'd felt his heart clench behind his ribs because fuck, you just looked so cozy and comfortable.
he pouted when you humphed in annoyance at being woken up and leaned down to kiss your forehead, then both of your cheeks, then the tip of your nose and, finally, your lips, still plump with sleep.
"c'mon, sweet face. let's go to bed," he whispered, as not to disturb you further. you hadn't fully opened your eyes yet, and he could only imagine how exhausted you were.
it was finals' week and you had been studying your ass off since last month, simultaneously going to work every day for eight full hours and as if it weren't enough, you had to bare with the asshole of your boss, who just couldn't shut his damn mouth.
with his words, you finally opened your eyes, stretching your legs under the blanket and shaking your head no, then wrapping both of your arms around steve's shoulders and burying your face into the juncture of his neck. he chuckled lowly, breathlessly, because he felt you press a few wet kisses to his skin and then nuzzle further into his warmth, and he couldn't help his pulse from picking up its pace.
tha blanket had fallen from your back, and steve placed one of his hands there and caressed up and down so you wouldn't lose any warmth. he kissed your temple and put his lips just above your ear. "could you get any sleep at all? hm?" and then a few more kisses.
you only hummed, the answer unclear to your boyfriend. but, when he made a quick move to get out of your embrace and stand up, you whined and sat up straighter, not letting your arms fall from around his shoulders and you wrapped both of your thighs around his waist, hoisting yourself up along with him. steve made a little 'umph' sound in surprise, laughing and placing both of his hands under your thighs to keep you safely close to him.
he didn't complain. how could he? when all he had wanted all day long was to have you just like that — in his embrace, all sleepy and yearning for his warmth, ready to fall asleep in each other's arms.
so, he carefully walked up the stairs, chuckling softly every now and then after hearing your sleepy mumbles you let out.
-two-
steve didn't hate a lot of people, but if his alarm clock was a fucking person—
it was a thursday, and you had a day off. finals' week was finally over, and steve may or may not have called in sick for you, so you could stay and catch up on some much needed sleep. he, however, couldn't stay with you.
keith had made it very, very clear that steve could forget about coming back to the store if he called in sick again this month— he had done so for at least four times already. it wasn't his fault, really. it wasn't like the supernatural would let him get his sleep after attacking hawkins.
but, what really didn't make it any easier was how, when the absolutely horrible sound of the alarm, he felt you hug him tighter and you cuddled closer to his body, sighing in annoyance at the idea of having your boyfriend leave your embrace.
"mmh, no. you don't get to leave," you mumbled into his chest. steve chuckled, bringing one of his hands up to your hair and scratch your scalp, making you almost pathetically melt into his touch. in return, you gently traced figures with your nails on the skin of his stomach, your hand under his shirt, and you smiled when you felt him shiver beneath your touch.
"gotta go, sweetheart. keith'll fire me if i don't," he insisted, though his smile was almost sad at the idea of leaving you and having to yearn for your snuggles all day long.
"i'll get you a job at the bakery, then," you mumbled, and steve tickled your sides, his smile widening when you squirmed away. "i couldn't possibly rock that cupcake hat like you do, doll."
you didn't answer, only nuzzling your face into the softness of the fabric of his shirt. "don't want you to go yet, though," you sighed. steve frowned, looking behind him to get a glimpse of his alarm clock.
"it's still pretty early. why don't you have breakfast w'me, hm?" he offered, brushing your hair out of your face. you hummed, smiling in approval. "you gonna make scrambled eggs?" you asked sheepishly. he laughed. "with a glass of orange juice and some coffee. what d'ya think?" steve mumbled into your hair, leaving sweet kisses on the crown of your head.
when you nodded with a smile, steve slowly took your arms from around him and stood up from the bed, stretching his arms over his head. "gotta take a quick shower first, 'kay?" he looked at you, and you made a smiled softly, still laying on his sheets, and made a single 'come hither' motion.
he smiled in return, letting himself drop on the bed and putting his hands before him as not to crush you in the process. you giggled, placing one of your hands on the back of his neck and pulling him in, lips on his, and you felt him smile through it all. when you pulled on the hair on his neck, steve let out a low moan, and he pulled away, panting into your lips and dropping his forehead on your collarbone. "i really have to take that shower," he repeated.
you bit your bottom lip, wrapping your legs around his waist in silent question. he groaned needily, supporting your weight with both of his palms under your butt and hoisted you up, pushing his lips back on yours and walked the two of you into the bathroom.
-three-
breakfast with steve was the best thing of the day. and, because it wasn't every day you could enjoy it together, as you weren't living together — not yet, at least —, that just made the two of you yearn for it even more.
you sat on the countertop, legs swinging back and forth while you watched as steve cooked breakfast, a cute apron over his bare chest and his hair still tousled from sleep. he hummed to a song, absentmindedly swinging his hips while he stirred the eggs on the pan.
you laughed to yourself, hopping down the counter and walking to the other side of the kitchen, taking two mugs from the shelf and taking them with you on the way to the coffee machine. you poured some of the beverage in both of the cups and prepared them just how steve liked it, before walking to him with both of the cups.
placing one next to his hand on the countertop, you kissed his bare shoulder, singing the lyrics of the song he was humming seconds before.
"thank you, sweetheart," he smiled warmly, turing his head over his shoulder and puckering his lips, asking for a kiss.
you did as he asked, a quick peck on his pink lips and you took your free hand to his forehead to clean his sight from any fallen strands of hair, then caressing his cheek with your thumb.
after deciding against hugging him from behind while he cooked, because you knew steve gets distracted very easily and it was for the best for him to finish breakfast without any incidents, you waited for him on your seat by the window. he quickly joined you, putting a bowl with the scrambled eggs on the small table next to you and his cup of coffee next to his plate, sitting down on his chair.
quickly, though, you decided that he was sitting way to far from you. so, you took your mug, rounding the table and walking towards him. he frowned, confused, but you placed a hand on his shoulder and just waited for him to get the hint himself. when he leaned back, you climbed on his lap, one hand around his shoulder and the other bringing the coffee to your lips. he just smiled at you, his fingers tracing patterns on your thigh and his other hand gripping his fork.
-four-
steve knew you had a test today. he knew, because you hadn't slept at his in weeks trying to prepare yourself for it. and, yes. it was torture for him, sure, but he was worried for you.
even though you and him weren't meeting after your shifts or after your lessons so you could study, you'd try to make some time to grab lunch with him, or meet on your respective breaks. he'd seen the bags under your eyes, the way your nails looked bitten and the skin around them looked red and angry.
he could feel your anxiety from a mile away.
you had your morning shift today, and then your exam half an hour after your last lesson of the day ended. it was noon now, almost eight, and he had yet to hear from you.
it was funny, really. how, even though he couldn't even imagine himself sitting for an exam as hard as the one you're sitting for right now — something you had told him multiple times before that he's more than capable of doing so —, he felt as nervous as if he was the one in that classroom with the sheet of paper in front of him.
but he had seen you through the process of getting ready for it. he'd seen you with your head in your hands, highlighter in hand while you went over and over the same page, trying to get all the information in it to stay in your head.
he'd seen you skipping meals, only ingesting caffeine as if your life depended on it, and it worried him.
so, he waited, and he waited, and tried to busy his mind by restocking the videos and organizing them by alphabetical order — just like keith had told him and robin they had to actually organize the movies like, but hadn't really done so before — but it wasn't really working. a frown found itself permanent over his pretty brown eyes, and robin watched, amused, with her chin on the palm of her hand on the counter.
"watcha thinkin' about, lover boy?" she smiled, teasingly. steve hadn't had any time to bother himself from reacting to her teasing. "haven't heard from her since this morning, tha's all," he mumbled under his breath, not even looking up nor facing her, as he continued placing the videos on the shelves.
"she'll come soon enough," she assured. "speaking of," robing exclaimed and, as if on cue, the bell above the door ringed. steve looked up, and he barely got to see your figure, head down while you walked with long, hurried steps towards him.
"hey, sweethe—", he interrupted himself with a sound of surprise, your body crushing into his and you buried your face deep into his vest.
he could feel your heart beating hard and quick, but, even though he tried to get a glimpse of your face, the angle wouldn't allow it. steve, looked at robin with a worried face, which she mirrored, and she shrugged, leaving the room and walking into keith's — now empty— office to leave you some space.
your breathing was heavy and your grip was tight, and steve, although it took him some time to understand the situation, didn't hesitate to hug you back just as tight. it wasn't until he felt a wet patch forming on his shirt that he realised you had started crying, and he kissed your forehead and began to sway the both of you side by side. "s'all good, doll. jus' breathe f'me," he mumbled into your hair, his voice hushed and sweet like honey, calming and comforting like a fuzzy blanket in a cold morning.
after a couple of minutes of silence, only the sound of your sniffles in the empty store, steve spoke up, still holding you tightly. "hey, how 'bout a movie night? you've wanted to watch back to the future for a while now, right? we can take it from here. no one'll notice. and, if they do, we'll just blame robin," he shrugged, and felt himself perk up at the sound of your teary laugh. "don't be mean," you accused.
"hey, she's been stealing the pb&j sandwiches you make for me for months now. she'll get over it."
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steve was a reserved guy. never been one to talk about his issues with anyone. not when nancy broke up with him, not when he went through all the supernatural. he's never told a soul.
but, when you came into his life, things slowly started to come out of his mouth by themselves. as if they'd just slip from his tongue swiftly and without struggle. as if the words had been begging to come out for months now and needed the relief.
however, steve had never, ever, talked about his family to you. you knew it wasn't easy. knew he didn't have a great family and, being an only child, he was all by himself for most of the time. even more when his parents were away for work trips for the most part of the year.
you didn't know when the breaking point had been. when, all of the sudden, couldn't even talk about his parents. about his dad, specifically. but, a couple of years forward, steve had graduated from community college.
it wasn't a big deal, he had said. although, it really, really was. and you couldn't have been anymore prouder.
the ceremony had been small — just the family of the graduated students and their friends — but they were just a few of them. of course all the kids had been invited and every single one of them had shown up. but, even though you knew steve was glad all of you had made it, he couldn't mask the disappointment on his face when he looked around the room and didn't catch his parents' eyes.
he'd been quiet the rest of the day; at the restaurant you had all gone to to celebrate, at dustin's house, where his mother had so kindly baked him a cake with frosting that read 'con-grad-ulations, steve!'.
steve was more than grateful, of course. he had recieved more love from all of those people than from his own family in his entire life. but, nonetheless, his smile couldn't quite reach his eyes. and you couldn't blame him for it.
when you made it to his house — emtpy, as usual—, steve threw his cap on the couch and walked into the kitchen. you knew he needed his time, so you went upstairs and got ready for bed.
once in bed, you waited for him with a book in hand. a couple of minutes later, he came into view, already in his pajamas and threw himself over you, immediately burying his face in your chest, tangling his legs with yours.
your hands went, as natural, to his head in a second, petting and comping and scratching his scalp to get to relax him. but, when you felt hot tears meet your skin, you held him tighter and let him cry. he cried for minutes, gripping you with such strength, as if he was scared you'd slip away from him. you kissed his forehead, hands and fingers, nose and cheeks, and let him cry.
"shh, breath f'me, mkay? s'all good, honey."
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always-is-always · 2 months
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Insights come, through original content
It's definitely worth the time, to watch as much original content as possible. BIG note to self.
I've watched all four seasons of Bon Voyage, and just finished the four years of Summer Package. Lots of stuff that I have seen bits and pieces of before, in a lot of compilation videos and "analysis" videos. VERY interesting to see all of it within it's original context, in each show.
Yeah, there's a bit of Jikookery as people call it, in some of it. Most of it I had seen out of context, during my first couple of years in the fandom (when I didn't have any idea about anything). There are a few moments here and there that I haven't seen before which are primarily touches, and super subtle stuff.
The interesting thing is how people have taken so many of those moments out of context to support a story that they are presenting, in their compilations or "analysis". Yes, it can be said that other parts of the fandom have done the same thing, for the same purpose.
One of the moments from BV in Malta that everyone has seen comes to mind, here as I type. It is when they are all at a restaurant, and Jimin and Jungkook are seated across from each other. They reach out at the same time, to offer a bite of food to each other. That is a favorite clip that j-kookers love to use, to prove their theory. I mean, I do think it is cute and sweet, and I do believe that Jimin and Jungkook are together (in a closeted relationship), I just think that it's really a disservice when people leave out the other part of that scene. You know, when Jimin is then offering bites of his food to the other members, too. It wasn't just a Jimin and Jungkook thing, like is portrayed in many of the YT videos I have seen...
The other things I noted are how the editing was just so chopped up and discombobulated at times. Like When you see Jimin literally sitting down right next to Jungkook and then suddenly it is edited and next thing you see is Jimin on the opposite side of the group, not sitting where he had just sat down a second before. lol... Yeah, there's a TON of that crappy editing in all of the series and shows. I'm guessing that as they got into 2017, 2018, 2019 that they had to do a lot more editing as Jimin and Jungkook kinda started being more open with their antics. lol...
I kind of understand why people like to create those videos over on YT. There's thousands of them probably, and literally millions of viewers who like that type of thing. I was one who watched a bunch of it, as I mentioned before. It was before I understood what a lot of it was, and before I understood how much manipulation there was.
What's next on tap for me? I'm not sure. There's a ton of content still for me to make my way through. It has been enlightening to say the least. I do see the shift in the way that Jimin and Jungkook were from the early years into 2019, from what I have watched so far. There's so much there that clearly shows that they had particular types of experiences with each other, behind closed doors. I mean, anyone who has ever had a lover would see it in their energy(if you sense or see energy) and in the way that they would touch each other. It is as clear as the sun in the sky.
I can only imagine the complexities that the members had to navigate in their relationships with each other, their communication of how they felt to each other, and in working out HOW to have two members in a close intimate relationship within the group. Talk about a complicated situation. That puts it mildly. No wonder Namjoon had so many moments when they were in front of cameras, audiences, interviewing and such. No freakin' wonder.
Sorry for this long ramble..... I've just been thinking a lot about them and about what I have seen in these shows. Like I have mentioned, I hadn't seen much of the original stuff that was on Weverse, sold on DVD, or behind pay walls. I didn't actually understand what the heck "Summer Package" meant! lol... There's a TON of content that I have still to watch. This will be an ongoing thing for me, during these months while we wait for June 2025. There's probably going to be more rambles like this one, to come.... 😁💜
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spicy-clones · 9 months
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“Training” with Rex
Like I said before (over on @freesia-writes), this picture below has not left my mind since @pinkiemme graced us with a taste here, and a FEAST on Patreon! 😜 That being said, here is my steamy fic of the steamy scene. NSFW!! Minors DNI, etc etc. Take a good long look at her post before and after reading. 😏 This is the Jiu-Jitsu video I watched to try to imagine the fight, if a visual helps, and some of Rex’s lines in this can actually be HEARD in these videos of some saucy voice actor going off the rails to drive us all crazy: video 1 and video 2. 😉😘
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Rex x Fem!Reader
Content warnings: fighting, making out, unprotected P in V 💕 Also, if the very last part of this is crappy it’s because I finished it on my phone at a kids’ water park. 🥴🤣
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Mando’a:
verd’ika - affectionate way to say soldier, “little soldier”
mir’sheb - smartass
muun'bajir - teach someone a lesson, kick butt, lit: educate hard
nasreyc - determined, resolute
ramikadyc - commando state of mind - an attitude that he/ she can do anything, endure anything, and achieve the objective. A blend of complete confidence and extreme tenacity instilled in special forces during training. Can also be used informally to describe a determined, focused person
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It had been simmering all day.
Your knuckles flew into the punching bag with growing force, the shockwaves rippling up your arms but barely touching the tumult within. Your blows rained high and low, punctuated with a few full-body thrusts of the knee… anything you could fling at the unfortunate bag of sand to try to release all the pent-up emotions.
The futility of the war. The sheer number of deaths. The constant back and forth of victories and losses that made you wonder what the hell the point even was. And that damn Captain.
It had been impossible not to fall head over heels for him, from the first night you stayed up far too late talking about increasingly philosophical topics, in awe at the incredible insight and the heart of gold behind his helmet, to the exhilarating moment of bliss after one of the worst campaigns you’d yet faced together, where you consoled each other, held each other, and shared a passionate, mind-melting kiss that grew the bond between you inexplicably and exponentially. He had invaded your thoughts like a parasite, hijacking regular mission briefings into distracting thought trails about the eloquence of his words, the brilliance of his strategies, and your heartfelt admiration at all of who he was.
But you would have to settle for that… for private affections felt but not shared, adoring glances stolen but not returned… Because duty called, and you were both merely cogs in a machine with no clear goal in sight, lives to be sorted and spent at whim.
You huffed a breath, feeling the sweat trickle down the valley of your spine, backing up to reset your feet and continue your ruthless barrage. The training center was empty, as it should be -- it was late at night and by all normal expectations, you should be sleeping. But the sight of Rex’s face had pierced you to your very core when he’d returned to the ship after going to some mystery meeting in the lower levels of Coruscant with General Skywalker. His sharp eyes were pools of emotion, shoulders heavy with unspeakable grief, and you longed to take him to a quiet place, to peel off his armor until it was just him, open and unguarded in his blacks, and to hold his head against your chest, stroking his hair and soaking up his pain and regret as your souls wove together in rebellious refusal to be beaten down by despair. And yet you’d had to settle for a polite nod across the cold steel hallway, returning to your duties as though the injustice of it all were just another passing phase of the moons.
Your face was bright red, radiating heat, and you felt a tear of overwhelm join the dampness of exertion on your cheek. Your strikes were growing frenetic, knees and elbows driving into the heavy bag as though they could beat away the fury and indignation coursing through your veins. Finally missing a blow entirely, you let out a guttural, gut-wrenching yell of frustration, walking a lap around the empty training space with your hands on your head, relishing the burn in your muscles that matched the one in your core. You took a quick drink, wiping your face with a small towel before throwing it onto your bag, then turned back toward the equipment. The buildup and release had deflated your resolve, and you could see the sloppiness of your form as you tried to continue, but your thoughts of self-hate and anger were broken suddenly by a smooth voice.
“You’re looking a little messy, verd’ika.”
Whirling on your heels, you saw Rex, head to toe in his blacks, looking as stately as the morning sunrise over mountains even at this hour. His secret nickname for you was both flattering and affectionate; it spoke of respect and fondness. Yet he had a glimmer in his amber eyes that you couldn’t quite place, and you slapped the bag in seeming defeat before turning to face him.
“I’m done, anyway. Not really trying anymore, just couldn’t sleep,” you deflected, beginning to unwrap the fabric around your knuckles.
“Mmm,” he rumbled, sending a wave of heat through you as he tilted his head with a provocative smirk, “That’s not the winning spirit…”
“It’s the middle of the night, mir’sheb,” you countered, though a snarky curl found your lips anyway.
“You’ve got to be ready at any hour. Captain’s orders.” He was really pushing your buttons tonight. Whether it was the nearly unbearable stress of the last week coming to a head or something else that neither of you could identify, there was an electricity between you, sparking back and forth at an almost dangerous level.
“Sounds like you’re in need of someone to muun'bajir your cocky ass, Captain,” you said, eyebrows lifting at your own unfiltered speech. You’d get thrown out of the GAR if anyone heard you talking like that, but the quiet whispers the two of you had shared in honest moments of raw connection had opened the door. His genuine smile at your belligerence was exhilarating, and he kicked off his boots and stepped onto the grappling mat, stretching briefly before settling into an easy starting position, feet slightly spread and hands at the ready in front of his chest as he looked at you invitingly. You snorted, pulling the last traces of wrapping off your other hand and joined him on the mat, taking a few paces back and forth to tuck your tank top into your pants and roll your shoulders forward and back before mimicking his posture.
“I should write you up for that,” Rex purred, lowering his head to regard you with a piercing stare that took into account every minute shift in your balance as you circled each other.
“Make me submit and you can,” you returned, voice laced with a suggestiveness that came from a place deep within, where your undeniable desire for him was bubbling over its forcefully-guarded boundaries.
“With pleasure,” he growled, and the feral edge of his words sent a heat blossoming between your legs. You could feel the tension building, the effervescent anticipation that something was about to happen, lines were about to be crossed… And you were eager for it. Perhaps too eager. You dropped your chin to your chest, hand finding the back of his neck and hooking strongly, predicting his reaction and using your hold to anchor yourself as you sprung him, wrapping both legs around his waist in an attempt to take him down.
“Ohh,” he grunted, leaning forward but keeping a low center of balance, allowing you to fall backward onto your shoulders, “Impatient tonight, are we?”
“You have no idea,” you hissed, freeing his waist and kicking both legs at him as he started to attempt a quick mount to pin you from above. He leapt backward, realigning himself and giving you time to hop back to your feet. You approached him slowly, with a jaunty jerk of your chin before you pressed your forehead against his, breathing his air as your hands pummeled below, each seeking a reliable grip. You were already fatigued, having spent yourself on the punching bag, but the fire within was carrying you past your physical limitations.
You reached for the base of his skull and underneath his bicep simultaneously, throwing your weight backward to bring him to the ground with you, legs flailing to capture his. But he was too quick, springing away to safety before immediately collapsing back upon you, one foot carefully tucked against his own thigh to prevent your entanglement. He buried his face into your neck, both of your arms slithering against each other between your chests to gain the upper hand. His exhales were growing heavier, sending a shiver down your spine as his breath tickled your collarbone. A quick lift of your elbow plus a push of his shoulder gave you an opening to get your arm in and across him, shifting your weight to push him back.
He sat back on his heels but kept his forehead against yours, preventing you from gaining momentum to be able to sit up. Your hand flailed between his legs, seeking any strong hold on an ankle or wrist, but he used his weight over you to keep his feet light, moving them effortlessly beyond your grasp. You let out a growl of frustration that was quickly revealed to be a mistake as he began to taunt you, not with brash swagger but with whispers, murmurs against your cheek that sparked the flame even more.
“I think you want to submit, don’t you?”
You snorted, lunging forward for his wrist, but he was waiting, throwing his torso over your shoulder and locking his elbow backward around your neck, pressing your head against the side of his ribs as he brought his hands together to secure his hold.
“You want to feel me on top of you,” he continued, and you heard his voice through his chest as much as through your ears. It sent a chill through you now. Was he… Was he messing with you, or was he being truthful? Either way, it was infuriatingly effective, and you were losing your edge.
You snarled at his back, throwing your weight back with all the force you could muster, breaking his hold by his need to throw his hand down to avoid faceplanting into the ground. You used his struggle to get your knees under him again, the two of you again sinking into the almost erotic dance of legs and arms, pivoting beneath him to get in position. But he arched his back to gain some space again, and you scrambled to your knees while he skittered backward in a flash, jumping to his feet at inhuman speed. You followed him, letting out a breath as you regarded each other once again from flustered, sweaty faces. If he was trying to rile you up, two could play at that game…
Approaching him again, you went forehead to forehead, eyes blazing with desire now too. “What if I do?” you crooned, noting with satisfaction as surprised flashed across his focused face for the briefest of seconds. Feeling emboldened, you continued, “What if I want to feel every inch of you, Captain?” The guttural sound that evoked from him made you have to hold yourself back from biting him, as your hands smacked his away, each seeking advantage. You were both tiring, each of your arms resting on the back of the other’s neck, fingers laced, although he still had plenty of strength in the tank whereas you were sustaining yourself on pride alone.
He moved in a flash, going for an arm drag, pulling you sideways unexpectedly and dropping you to the ground beneath him. He wrapped arms around your shoulder to tug you backward, but his hand slipped, pulling the strap of your tank top down one arm and exposing your shoulder down to your breast band. Things were changing by the second, and he had left himself open to your legs, which were immediately around him like a vice, pinching his foot up against you and forcing him into a pigeon pose. You could hear the sharp inhale of pain as you stretched him into discomfort, feeling his reactive lean as he attempted to reposition himself. But you got your feet hooked together, stretching your front out across the ground beneath him and pulling his legs apart even further, one awkwardly pinned in front of him underneath your body, the other splayed behind him to keep any semblance of balance.
“I think you’re right, Rex,” you gasped as you strained to maintain the position, pulling your arm out of the restrictive tank top, not caring that it was coming off around you. Your voice had softened. It had an edge of vulnerability to it, not just baiting mockery, and your simple use of his name changed the atmosphere a bit. He was leaning over you, trying to plant a hand on the mat above your shoulder, but you kept stretching away from him to maintain your solid leg lock across his bottom half. An idea flashed through your mind, and you were so exhausted, both physically and mentally from giving so much and holding so much back, that you decided to go for it. You pulled your other arm out from the tank top’s strap, revealing the top of your bare chest down to your tightly-wrapped breast band. His responsive inhale made the slightest hint of a smile flutter across your face, and you subtly shifted your hips against him, almost grinding on him suggestively.
“I’ve wanted it for a long time. I’ve wanted… you… for a long time,” you whispered, watching his resolute expression begin to fall apart as his movements slowed. He was breathing heavily, watching you from between your legs with an intensely sexy gaze that was both primal and soft, deliberate and disarmed. Your tone had taken a decidedly feminine turn, eyes wide as they met his, and you realized you felt just as lost as he did. Where were the two of you right now? Was this provocation or confession?
Rex came to a full stop, holding himself up awkwardly with one hand to the side and one hand on your thigh, and you thought he was going to tap his submission. Your mind was already elsewhere anyway, looking at the straining muscles beneath his blacks and the redness painted across his cheeks. He began to let his hand glide up your thigh, toward the outside of your hip. “You look so beautiful like that,” he purred suddenly, and your mouth fell open in utter shock while a jolt of electricity shot through you. His hand skipped up to your collarbone, gently tracing it from the outside toward the little dip in the center.
You fell apart. Literally, as your legs loosened around him, and figuratively, as you felt something break inside, releasing a flood of emotion and yearning. He exhaled in relief at the ability to move his legs again, shifting slightly to sit on his knees, continuing to hover over you as his fingers followed your collarbone across to the other end. Your heart pounded in your chest as he picked himself up more, putting more of his torso over yours, and began to lower himself, brown eyes darkening, lips parted slightly.
Inch by inch.
Painstakingly.
Savoring your growing hunger and impatience, watching your eyebrows curve up helplessly into unabashed admiration and undeniable ardor.
And then he pinned you, swiftly and flawlessly. He straddled your waist, wrapping his legs around yours immediately and grasping both wrists in a flash. He took it up a notch, utilizing your fatigue and distraction, and lifted both of your arms above your head, bringing his face within inches of yours. “Ready at any hour, verd’ika,” he said triumphantly, nose brushing against your ear before he lifted his mouth to hover a hair above your own. “You never know when--”
He never finished; your tilted head and searching lips brought you together with a sparkling waterfall of euphoria as you pressed your mouth to his. A sharp inhale through his nose indicated his surprise, but the rumble from his chest revealed just how much he wanted it too, as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss immediately. His lips were soft yet firm, dragging tantalizingly along your own as he broke contact and returned, again and again, and when his tongue caressed your mouth and his teeth tugged your lip, you moaned in sheer delight.
Pulling back abruptly, he regarded you with the most endearingly unsure, doe-eyed face you’d yet seen. “Are we… uhm… Is this…?”
Your heart swelled in your chest at his vulnerability, the war-hardened captain now seeking consent and reassurance. You ran your hand over his closely-cropped hair, settling it at the back of his neck, searching for something sultry, or witty, or suggestive, or anything to say. But you were adrift on an ocean of his presence and attention, feeling the swells beginning to rise, and found only the simple words of bare desire, “I want you,” you said softly, “So badly, right now.”
Again the tone shifted as something seemed to snap in him now. Hands and legs were released, positions shifted, and the clothing began to come off. There was an urgency to your fervor as your hands found his stomach beneath his shirt, sliding sensually up his hot torso and pulling it over his head. Pants were discarded, underwear tossed with reckless abandon, and when your breast band was released, allowing them to spring forth into his waiting hands, you didn’t know if you’d ever sighed more deeply in your life.
“So perfect for me,” he whispered, sitting up to allow his eyes to wander admiringly over your body as you did the same, taking in the scars and freckles, the curves and edges… You couldn’t help but think the same thing, overwhelmed by the sheer joy you felt at being naked with him, feeling his hand run up your side again. You whispered his name, his praises, as your bodies slithered against each other. He paused for a moment, bringing his eyes back to your face, and with a calloused, rough hand that could not have been more loving, he caressed your cheek, conveying in one movement what would take you years to explain.
You bit your lip, hand finding his chest, relishing the broad muscles marked by war. But you couldn’t tear your eyes from his, wanting to commit his soulful gaze to memory because you’d never be able to describe or explain it again. And then he kissed you again, kindling the fireworks. You could feel his arm muscles trembling from the sustained effort of carefully holding himself up to prevent crushing you, and you gave him a little push to roll him over onto his back, smoothly following him and straddling him immediately. You couldn’t believe that this was happening, that you were both completely naked, completely bare to one another in every way. As you settled yourself on top of his undeniably hard length, he groaned softly at the feeling of your heat and wetness pressing up against him.
“Kriff, sweetheart, you're gonna be the death of me,” he whispered, as you settled a foxy gaze upon him from your seated position, slowly tilting your hips forward and back ever so slightly.
“Oh, we can’t have that, Captain,” you smiled, bending down to bring your torsos together. There was some inexplicable need to have every inch of yourselves pressed as closely together as possible, where otherwise you might be more adventurous or showy in your positioning. But his sweat-slicked skin, the fragrance of musk and soap and armor, and the heat radiating off of him was absolutely intoxicating, and you wanted to drown yourself in it. His hands were everywhere, stroking down the curve of your spine, brushing your hair out of your eyes, tenderly tracing the underside of your breast, and your mouth roved from his lips to his earlobe to his neck, where are you pressed kisses and luxurious licks of your tongue against his pulse, finishing with one gentle love bite that made him moan.
You flattened your palm on his chest, curious fingers toying with the patch of hair scattered across it as you began to slide your slick pussy more intently up and down his shaft, pressing the tip into your clit with each rock. He almost whimpered, one hand digging into the flesh on your hip as though he were hanging on for dear life, the other burying in your hair to bring your mouth to his again. You couldn’t stop kissing, lavishing attention across each other’s bodies before coming back to pressing your faces together. You sat up slightly, lifting yourself to line him up with your entrance, and slowly began to take his cock into you, eyes tightly closed and mouth slightly open in concentrated bliss.
“No no,” he said huskily, “Look at me…” Your eyes flew open, finding his staring back at you with unfettered adoration, and you bent down again, resting your forehead against his and losing yourself in his smoldering gaze as you sank all the way down on him, causing him to gasp and shudder in the most satisfying way. You stilled for a moment, relishing the stretch and the way he filled you, and he tilted his face to bring it alongside yours, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you began to move on him, fading his words into incoherent babble.
You curved your back, grinding yourself on him as you lifted all the way up until he was almost out, then slowly came back down, moaning at the sensation of his tip sliding in, followed by his thick, hard length. Your hips met his at the bottom in a satiating friction, raising the pitch of your moans as the pace began to pick up. Propping yourself up on your hands, you took in his face once again, pupils large and dark, mouth alternating between biting his lip and panting his pleasure. The tiniest smile flirted across his face, sending a spark right to your heart, and he reached up to cup your breasts, ghosting a thumb across each nipple. You felt yourself clench involuntarily at the tingling sensation, and he began to massage and pinch more intently at your obvious response, bringing his head up to one to take it in his mouth, lavishing it with his lips before releasing it with a satisfying pop and dragging the flat of his tongue across it. Now it was your turn to shudder, exhaling his name as stars flashed across your vision.
You sat up, you leaned down, all the while thrusting your hips together in carnal oneness as you kissed and stroked, nibbled and sucked. The pace was getting frenetic, and you could feel your climax nearing as the coil in your stomach grew tighter and tighter. Sitting all the way up and leaning back, steadying yourself with a palm on his thigh behind you, you pressed your other hand to your mound, massaging it desperately.
“Tell me what you need, mesh'la,” he purred, as your rapturous moans serenaded his ears. His voice poured over you like melted chocolate, and he replaced your hand with his own fingers, firm yet gentle as they traced an eternity sign on your clit.
“You,” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut at the incredible flush of stimulation. “You, Rex.”
His name came out of you like a smooth Corellian wine, and he angled his own hips to drive deeper into you, plunging into that spot with reckless abandon and groans that carried you right to your climax. It hit you like a sneeze, only better and You melted into worshipful mewling as his passion cascaded over you in waves of sparkling ecstasy. Your chin hit your chest, fingers digging into his shoulders as one of his hands stroked every last rhythmic pulse of pleasure from you and the other cradled a breast with lustful tenderness.
When you opened your eyes and gazed at him dreamily, his heart skipped a beat, and he leaned forward to hook his fingers around the base of your neck, pulling you down to press his forehead against yours. It was the same way you had started your evening, only this time he let out a feral moan as he thrusted erratically, chasing his own release. He came with his own body curling against yours, panting against your cheek in raw vulnerability, and as you slowly melted into each other, breathless and glowing, you begged the Force to somehow stop time, so that moment would never change or cease.
You settled onto the mat beside him, both of you facing each other, caressing lazy hands of admiration across hips and arms. He pulled you closer against his side, nuzzling his face in your neck, and sighed.
“Alright, ramikadyc,” you whispered, feeling his cheat curve into a smile against you at your use of your own secret name for him, “I think I might be ready for bed now.”
“How does a single bed with a pitiful mattress in a cramped captain’s quarters sound?” he purred, and you felt effervescent joy bubbling up within.
“Sounds perfect.”
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olderthannetfic · 20 days
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The fact that so many authors, especially younger ones are on social media makes it feel like people expect you to do "homework" and check out the authors socials if there are problems with the script, to get the meta-info on how you should read it.
Like.
-This book wasn't that good, it had some glaring issues with framing. I also wasn't really comfortable with how certain things were portrayed, making it seem like the character believes one thing, but constantly acts against it, in a way that doesn't flow in the narrative. It also felt like parts of the story were just lifted from other works very blatantly.
Random fans of the author: Ok, but have you checked the authors twitter, insta, tiktok, youtube, tumblr, bluesky, facebook, livejournal, forum?
-... Deer lord, you just gave me a conniption like I haven't had since I had to take exams in school.
A bit of a parody, but if you check out reviews of certain books, some people will literally tell you to go check the authors video explaining everything.
Like, sorry people. But why do not only the author but also their fans think that it's completely normal to check out the authors socials to have them actually explain what they meant in their writing? You wrote this, you should have made sure the message was clear. If you've had to deal with so many people misunderstanding, then maybe your writing just wasn't up to snuff and you messed up what you actually tried to say. I also think, based on some authors responses to "This just feels like a copy of another work" that some authors do not understand the difference between "inspired" and making a certain idea your own distinct concept, and "this goes beyond inspired and just feels like you took a lot of identifying elements beat for beat, but added a different layer of paint."
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Well duh. Crappy and/or inexperienced writers don't understand how to make an idea their own. That's what they set out to do. They just failed.
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floradinterlunium · 9 months
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Times Jungkook Debunked Every Other Ship
People love to ship Jungkook with every woman that breathes next to him and well, Tae. Really, they love to ship him with everyone and anyone that has a name that doesn’t start with Jim and end with In. However, Jungkook has time and time again shown us where his affections lie. It’s not like he’s always doing it intentionally or to always prove a point. He, like anyone in a relationship, is exclusive when it comes to his partner. He does things for only Jimin that debunks any theories that involve him being with anyone other than Jimin. Let’s take a look at his “exclusivity.”
Birthday Gifts
Giving Birthday gifts in and of itself doesn’t scream relationship. However, giving a birthday present to only one member out of a 7 person group does raise a few red flags. 
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This moment doesn’t necessarily debunk the notion that Jungkook is dating someone outside the group but it 100% debunks the notion that he’s dating Tae or anyone else in BTS.  Because let’s be real...if JK gave Jimin his supposed non boyfriend a gift for his birthday and not Tae, his supposed boyfriend then JK is a crappy boyfriend!
Also, let’s not forget the most romantic birthday gift of all...the all expense paid trip to Tokyo with the complimentary romantic Vlog dedicated to none other than Jimin--GCF Tokyo. 
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Jungkook has never featured another member in his GCF’s the way in which he did and continued to do for Jimin. Even when it was suggested that he make one with Tae JK refused and kept making and featuring Jimin. With this Birthday gift Jungkook debunked every rumor that he was dating anyone other than Jimin. 
Some people like to play the “friends do this for friends” card and that earns them the biggest eye roll known to man kind because...really? Do friends take friends on vacation? Yes. Do friends create travel vlogs with their friends? Yes! But let’s not pretend that’s all that happened here. JK took Jimin on an all expense paid trip to Tokyo...he legit paid for everything--airfare, lodging, food, shopping and excursions--he later talked about how broke he was after that trip. He then documented that trip but for “some reason” forgot to include himself in that documentation. He made a 4 minute video highlighting just Jimin’s experience, zooming in on his features and made the audio a freaking love song! Don’t play the “it was a friend trip” card because there isn’t a person alive that if gifted with that trip and that vlog wouldn’t see it as romantic. And there isn’t a person alive that wouldn’t break up with/Kill their partner if they did that for their “just friend.” Jungkook debunked every other ship with this gift. Point, blank, period!
Compliments
I want to preface by saying giving people compliments doesn’t in itself mean anything. Friends give and should give each other compliments all the time. However, there is a boundary. Calling your friend “sexy” is a lot different than calling your friend “handsome.” This is especially true when you are in a relationship. Even in a relationship I am allowed to say people are handsome...but if I were to call my “just friend” sexy...that would hold a whole new meaning and I’d be in hot water. Handsome is just a general observation of attractiveness. Sexy implies desire! It’s saying you evoke sensuality and often times make “me” horny! 
Jungkook calls Jimin sexy...A LOT! And he Uwus over how cute Jimin is All the time. Not to mention he does it right in front of everyone’s salad. . . 
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With the amount of times JK calls JM sexy and cute in front of members there’s no way he’s dating anyone else in BTS or in the world other than JM. It would be very cruel for JK to be dating Tae but constantly call Jimin Sexy in front of him.
Some might say he’s just being funny when he says it...it’s very clear that many times JK is more than joking...he gets choked up. Also...he is constantly calling Jimin cute. He thinks everything about Jimin is cute...even his toes.
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And his eyes
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And his whole body
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  When JK was asked what his favorite part of members was JK  responded with a picture of Suga’s wrist, Jin’s finger, Tae’s ear, RM’s hand, J-Hope’s eye, and drum roll please. . . . . JM’s entire body. 
Now again this alone doesn’t debunk JK dating someone outside of BTS. I can imagine someone making an argument that this only proves JK is closest with JM. Now while this argument is weak it’s at the very least logical. An illogical argument would be that in light of this, JK is dating Tae (or any other member of BTS that isn’t JM). This is illogical because why would JK say he likes all of Jimin but only a part of his supposed boyfriend Tae? 
With this post JK completely destroyed the notion that taekook is real. He also destroyed the notion that he’s dating anyone other than JM!
Clinginess
There’s a reason satellite Jeon became JK’s honorary name. There’s also a reason why JM constantly jokes that JK is always copying him. When you are with someone all the time you start to adopt their habits...it’s natural and can’t be helped. 
Jungkook is always with Jimin. A Staff member even said “he never saw Jimin and Jungkook separated backstage.” Jimin has said “Jungkookie and I tend to stick together so often.” And JK said, “All the time, it’s just the two of us doing something at night.
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I mean they are together so much that even members confuse their rooms.
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The first pic Tae thinks JM’s room is JK’s (this in itself should prove Taekook aren’t a couple...the boy doesn’t even know where his apparent boyfriends room is lol). The last two pics you have Vmin choosing to share a room together and Hobi by impulse saying JM and JK will take this room. It was his knee jerk response because it’s what’s common.
Just the sheer amount of time Jikook spend together at odd hours disproves every other ship...because why wouldn’t JK be spending that time with his significant other...why would he choose to spend that time with JM ? What girl friend wouldn’t feel insecure about this?
Skinship
Last but certainly not least...SKINSHIP. I know I know...Jungkook doesn’t only engage in skinship with JM. He does it with Jin, Hobi, and Tae also. The difference is the way in which JK allows JM to touch him and the way in which he only touches JM. 
JK will hug, sit on other members laps, and even somewhat cuddle with other members. I say somewhat because typically he’s on the receiving end or not even aware (I.e. asleep). The only times he has been aware and has actively chosen to cuddle is typically with JM and sometimes Hobi also. JK however, has only ever sucked JM’s ear and allow JM to to suck his neck and rub up all on his chest. 
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All in All...Jungkook consistently debunk Taekook, or any other ship he’s included in. Sometimes (More recently it seems) it’s intentional...most of the time it’s just him engaging with his partner how partners engage...exclusively. 
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theemporium · 1 year
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Hi!! Could u write something with the reader getting emotional when shes lying on steves chest after they had sex and she starts saying 'i wish i could melt into u and be as close as possible' and then they start tangling legs in between kisses and so on to achieve that. Only if u want to. Thank uuu!!
sorry this took so long but enjoy, lovely!!🖤
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Steve always adored how cuddly you were. 
It became very apparent very early on in the relationship: the way your hands would slip under his jacket when you would greet him, the way you would wrap your arms around his bicep as you walked through the town, or even the way you sat tucked under his arm even when there was plenty of other space on the couch. 
He adored it if he was being honest. It made him feel wanted, it made him feel loved. And if there was anything Steve wanted to feel in his life, those two just might be at the top of his list. 
It was no different in any aspect of your relationship, including sex. 
Whether it was after a quickie in the Family Video staffroom where Steve would have you bent over the table, his lips against your ear as he whispered an array of filthy comments that made you squeeze around his cock. 
Whether it was on the odd nights you two could share without being interrupted, spending time tangled between the sheets with some crappy mixtape Steve made playing in the background as he kissed every inch of your skin and whispered just how much he loved you. 
Regardless of the time or location, it wasn’t unusual for you to cosy up to him afterwards and press little kisses on his jaw and cheeks when you got the chance. 
But this was a little different. 
His chest was still heaving, his hair was tousled and his skin was a little sticky with sweat. But none of that mattered to you as you nestled up against him, all but ceremoniously throwing your leg over his torso and wrapping your arms around him. 
But it still wasn’t enough. 
Steve heard the little huff you let out before you started wiggling against him, trying to make yourself comfortable but everything seemed redundant. You wanted to be pressed up against him, you wanted to feel his skin on yours and listen to his heartbeat thumping in his chest. 
You wanted to be close to your boy. 
“You okay there, baby?” he questioned, his voice still a little rough and husky, just the way you liked it. 
“Yeah,” you mumbled into his chest as you climbed on top of him, every inch of you pressed against him and it only seemed to smother the need inside you a little. “Just wanna feel close to you.” 
Steve let out a soft chuckle. “Think you’re as close as you can get, sweetheart.” 
“I just—” you could feel the tears pooling in your eyes as stupid as it sounded, and you weren’t quite sure why you were getting upset, but you did know that you didn’t want to move away from him any time soon. “I wanna melt into you.” 
“Melt into me?” The amusement was clear in his voice.
“Yeah,” you whispered back, nuzzling your head against his chest and ducking away from him as your cheeks heated up in embarrassment. 
“Aw, don’t hide from me,” he cooed gently as he tilted your head up so he could see your face. He raised his hand to push the hair away from your face, his palm cradling your cheek and his thumb wiping the odd tear that escaped. “‘S cute.” 
Your voice was soft when you spoke, “really?” 
His grin widened. “Yeah, really.” 
Your lips twitched upwards and Steve didn’t think twice as he leaned forwards, kissing you all soft and slow and sweet, and god you never wanted it to stop. 
“You can stay as close as you want to me, baby,” he whispered against your lips as his arm tightened around your waist, holding you tighter against him. “I ain’t going anywhere.” 
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serxinns · 10 days
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uhhhhh i have an idea!!!
imagine class 1a (platonic or romantic, u can choose) with a darling who acts like a thembo (i mean ABSOLUTELY STUPID) and then it starts to affect their training and stuff, so they suddenly do better and the class finds out that their darling was actually really smart this whole time, they just act dumb because people liked them like that :3
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Your classmates knew you were a nimbo always wondering out the world without a care and it gives them gray hairs but they still love you
Whenever Bakugo is sarcastic with you or someone else says a joke to you, your brain goes into a loading screen and when you FINALLY get it it's already too late 😭 and he either pinch your ears or pinches your stupid adorable face telling you to stop being so stupid and you're just looking at him with either a blank face or just smiling "innocently"
You have this habit of cooking your head to the side like a dog curious about noise and they just head over heels Ochako squealed to herself blushing Kirishima covered his hold head with his arms making small mutters about how cute you are along with Midoriya
Even Iida couldn't stay strong to cute little you he couldn't even finish his lecture without trying to form a smile or covering his face with his mouth cause he wanted you to take him seriously whenever you left your notes he gave you his or offers you to study with the two of you alone together and if anyone of your classmates wanted to join he use excuse like "they need it more" or "I can only tutor one person"
Denki is always teasing and flirting with you he sees you as a flame twin the two of you would always do chaotic stupid stuff that would result in destroy the room or would get the two of you hurt and despise that the two of you would laugh it off, the class FORBIDS the two of you to be lab partners cause denki told you to put in the yellow chemical when it's suppose to be the pink one sero had to rush In and grab the bottle and throw it out the window where it exploded safe to say denki got scolded while you were babied
Momo is like a mama bear whenever she sees you do something stupid she'll quickly rush over there to the rescue and fight off or remove whatever is about to Harm you and hugs and nuzzles you against her to check and see if you are OK, she always packs a med kit whenever it's hero training or anywhere dangerous to patch up mostly you and your classmates up but mostly you buys you the most amazing and expensive gifts and always gushes and cherish over any gift you send her even if it's some crappy glittery macaroni with a glittery heart and an M in the middle she would put that up on her wall like its a trophy
Tsuyu is so sweet and patient with you whenever it's something you don't get she explains it the best way she can for you, she's obsessed with every little thing you do every time she's watching you do something or minding her business (like drawing, making origami, etc) she sighs dreamily observing and studying you like one of their study books whenever your near harm or in hair she wraps her tongue around you and quickly takes you to a safe place
One day in the common room bakugo and his gang were playing video games bakugo and Sero were yelling at each other to shoot at the zombies while Bakugo was on the edge of breaking the controller and killing Denki and Kiri, Sero wanted to tease you a bit "Hey y/n! What's the database that only pro heroes can assess?" Mina smacked his head while he laughed like a hyena "Stop teasing them it's not very nice! y/n bestie you don't have to" "It's the hero network!"
Everyone paused and silently looked at you with a blank stare even Sero shut his mouth while you were casually eating your snack you looked at them confused "Isn't that the right answer...?" "HOW DID YOUR DUMBASS KNOW THIS" "BAKUGO! be nice!" Before they could ask you any more questions you left with your snack in your right hand and your device in the other, ever since then your classmates started bombarding you with questions and you would answer them correctly without even thinking about it while your classmates were impressed they were also worried do you not need them were you smarter than they thought? Were you offended by them babying you?
So one day Ochako came up to your desk playing with her fingers and looking away "y/n how are you so smart all of a sudden?" You turned to her and smiled "I acted like this because everyone liked me being like this! People started bullying me for being smart so I acted a bit dumb then people would like me" The class heard about this and all hugged you (expect Bakugo) telling you that they like you the way you are smart or dumb
And now the class was more obsessed with you than before always asking you questions Denki and Mina begging you to be their study partner or to do their homework and they'll reward you with sweets but Iida would scold them for it the class would still love you even if you were a little dumb or smart it doesn't matter but you'll always be naive to their dark obsession with you
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