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pacifierbby · 5 months

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CHRISTMAS BISCUITS ✧ ; - mm x reader

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* ੈ✩‧₊ mason and reader baking cookies for their families Christmas dinner however it didn't end up the way it planed and more of it went on them than it did in the bowel

a/n ➣hello my loveys! since Christmas is coming thought i make a story of mason baking cookies with reader i really do hope you are all enjoying your days loveys cant believe 2023 is nearly ending but another year for mason content and stories! please lovelies give me feedback on my stories it really does help me a lot with my next up coming stories much love

word count ➣ 1,7k

warnings ➣ mm fluff,kissing

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ you and mason was settled on your sofa the fire crackling away that mason turned on a minuet ago the logs beside the fireplace that mason cut down a few hours before the TV above playing a Christmas movie that you seen 100 times before your phone on your lap scrolling down through pinterest pulling up snowmen cookies "we should make these" you said showing mason your phone diverting his attention away from his phone to yours "you know i cant bake for shit right? did you not watch that video" mason laughed slightly making you giggle a little " i remember but it be fun plus we can bring them over to your mum's house tomorrow for the dinner " you said you always wanted to bake with mason from that video to be honest you did find it cute how confused he can be but you never brought that up and honestly that will forever stay with you and only you "alright my love come on then lets do it but first lets match our jumpers so we can take a photo together" jumping up from your couch clapping your hand very lightly since it was 9 pm at night and you didn't wanna wake your neighbors up. rushing upstairs, grabbing your Christmas jumper that you bought earlier for you and Mason. him already wearing his because he wanted to see how it fits.

Walking back downstairs your kitchen staring back at you from your living room mason already looking through your cupboards slowly walking into the kitchen wrapping your arms around his waist making him jump slightly "what you doing" kissing his neck lightly" looking for the pans and stuff" mason turned around wrapping his arms around your waist you moving your arms around his neck. mason kissing your lips ever so slightly " well it wont be in their" you giggled lightly letting go of his grip shutting the overhead cupboards and opening the bottoms cupboard doors grabbing your pans and oven trays placing them on the counter top mason watching your every move already knowing this will be a long night yes he cooked before but its always gone terribly wrong. one time he accidentally burned a pan and after that his mum wouldn't even let him touch anything cooking related "what do you need now my love" mason asked not wanting to just stand like a spear part "can you bring me the eggs and the baking soda you should know where the eggs are and the baking soda is in this top cupboard" mason rolled his eyes opening the fridge door grabbing your eggs and the butter placing them next to you . walking to the cupboard, placing his hands on your back, opening the cupboard, grabbing your baking soda that was thankfully at the front, placing it next to the butter and eggs "alright whats next?" wrapping his hands around your waist like you did to him moments before. already having the things you need on the counter top.

Putting the butter and the sugar in the large pink bowl "can you crack them eggs i'm not very good at it the egg shells always end up in the mixture" you said quietly that was one big flaw when you always cooked you always ended up cracking the eggs and the shell with it so you always end up taking ages to bake because your taking so long taking the egg shells out but thankfully mason was the pro at doing it so when it came to baking everything you always asked mason to crack the egg's. mason nodded grabbing the egg from its packet braking it perfectly adding the yolk into the mixture you adding the vanilla extract and the baking powder "alright lets do the next part" grabbing your new whisk that your mother bought you " do you want to do it" looking at mason making sure he joined in with everything which he nodded "alright" passing him the whisk watching him very warily "alright before you turn it on make sure that-" not getting time to finished your sentence mason already turned it on the mixture spilling outside of the bowel going onto his jumper " the whisk is in the bowel" you finished your sentence laughing a little grabbing it off him not wanting all the mixture to go all over your kitchen.

Alright lets do the next step looking down at your phone skipping to the next steps mason sighed behind you "i told you this is going to be a bad idea" his arms crossed around his chest like a toddler making you giggle once again "its okay mistakes happen plus i'm having fun anything with you makes it more memorably kissing his lips ever so slightly which he instantly kissed back. moving away both of you mincing each others reactions you will forever love his kisses it will forever bring something to your heart turning towards the bowel "okay" you said looking back at your phone completely forgetting what it told you to do "woo this is the fun part" rolling up your jumpers sleeves up mason doing the same behind you confused on why your so excited "alright come behind me" your hands already in the bowel. waiting on mason turning your head around to his eyebrows wiggling "not like that you freak" laughing at his little innuendo his arms coming behind you his hand placing on top of yours his soft skin and his warm hands leaving yours toasty "follow my lead" putting your hand in the mixture softly playing with the dough threading it with your hands mason repeating your actions his on the other side of the bowel. bringing his hand out from the bowel, a small mixture dough at the bottom of his finger placing the batter at the bottom of your nose laughing a little. "Mason!" You squealed, grabbing the batter, putting it on his cheek. Going back to the mixture, mixing it together, making it as dough. "Put the flour onto the counter top, but please watch the bag it's broken." Mason being the clutz he his drops the flour all over the floor and onto the both of you "oh mase" you said looking at the floor then back at him his Christmas jumper not looking so Christmas with the mixture of the flour sticking together. Mason looks down at the floor with a small pout on his face. Bending down, grabbing the bag from the floor "thankfully we still have some left," you mumbled, placing the last bit off flour onto the tops. Opening the draw, grabbing your rolling pin, and holding it out to Mason. " Come on, my love, you can do the rolling part." feeling slightly sorry for him. Maybe he is right? Maybe he shouldn't of baked at all. Mason taking the rolling pin out of your hands and putting the dough onto the flour.

Walking towards your oven, putting it to the right temperature, making sure Mason was okay with the rolling and doing the technique correctly, which he was turning the kettle on grabbing two mugs from your cupboard with hot chocolate putting the amount of scoops you need in the mugs waiting for the kettle to boil moving over to where mason was stood looking at the dough "alright we can start cutting out our shapes" grabbing the circle biscuits cutter cutting the dough into small circles placing them on the baking tray making them into small snowmen mason doing some himself "you should go on bake off" mason laughed looking at you and your hard work that you done together "wont say much about you" giving him a kiss on his cheek which he turned around making your lips pressing onto his "that's what happens trying to be a smart bum" tapping your bum lightly, hearing the kettle pinging behind you "alright lets place these in the oven and have our hot chocolate" already walking over to your oven placing the tray in the steamy hot oven putting the timer to 15 minuets. Mason pouring the hot water in the two mugs adding the milk "come on my love lets sit down for a sec" walking into the lounge your TV still playing the movie mason placing your steamy mugs on the coffee table "well at least its not all over our kitchen "looking at his mess that he created".

The oven pinging from the kitchen tells you that your cookies were done baking. you and mason cuddling on the couch like where you started off your hot chocolate settling in your systems getting up grabbing masons hand come on my love decorating time pulling mason off the sofa dragging him into the kitchen throwing him your oven gloves "you grab them while i grab my already made icing and please make sure you take them out slowly i know much clutz you are" taking the icing out of the fridge. mason rolling his eyes behind you placing the hot oven tray on the counter tops walking over to him kissing his cheek "i'm sorry but its true and don't roll your eyes at me" confused on how you noticed that but thinking maybe that's just women intuition for you. you being too interested in your decorating the biscuits not noticing Mason starting at you "What?" you asked confused why hes not joining in " i just love your concentration face i love it" he softly spoken grabbing the other icing packet starting decorating his own snowmen making you blush a little still getting used to his small compliments. feeling a cold thing at the bottom of your noise, knowing Mason did it again this time with the icing. walking over to where he stood, putting some down his back. "What the hell, that's cold!" Mason shouted you, smiling while watching him struggle getting it out of his jumper. him stopping looking at you bent over slightly laughing at your actions, him slowly walking over, putting the full tube of icing down your neck. you copying his exact actions your cookie decorating completely forgotten about, and that was the last time you and Mason cooked cookies together.

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usuibu · 8 months

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Bf!bakugo headcanons.2

More headcanons/masterlist

- we already know he’s aggressively affectionate as a fact but just to get more in depth abt it😭

- 100% physically grabs u to force u to do anything like hes defo the type to force u to take care of urself LMAO

- its even worse when ur sick and actually need someone to take care of u bc hes so aggressive overboard with the care😭 yes its bc he cares but its a lot💀

- he’ll be a little shit bringing u jugs of water saying u look like a dehydrated rat or feed u a meal bc u said u lost ur appetite from being sick which would in normal standards be cutesy and romantic but he feeds u so aggressively in fat bites u cant fit💀 u yell at him with ur mouth full and he’ll just shove ur jaw up and down and say “CHEW”

- When u need to go to bed but ur stuck scrolling on social media hes defo the type to wrestle u to take ur phone away then secure u in the blanket so ur arms cant move😭

- if he gets extra pissed cus u wont listen to him that u need to be up early the next morning he’ll just shake ur head aggressively telling u to sleep or he’ll force u by suffocating u with a pillow

- bf!bakugo is tiring but his craziness is out of love (hopefully) so its just a bit of fun😭

- hes unfortunately a productive person who sleeps at 8am and wakes up at the ass crack of dawn and his alarms in the morning piss u off and he tells u that u should just sleep earlier then u would wake up at the same time as him

- i feel like ur sleep schedules differ a lot bc his is the same as a fucking grandpas💀 so u always wake up to him already out for work or if hes not working he’ll be wide awake just on his phone but still in bed bc he likes how u smother him in ur sleep w ur hugs😭

- if u both need to be up and u refuse to bc u want more sleep he defo flipping picks u up out of bed and carries u to the kitchen shoving u into a seat and while saying to go eat and start getting ready😭

- whenever hes waiting for u to get to bed (bc ur sleep schedules fucked but he still wants to sleep next to u lol) he’ll start hanging onto u like a flipping koala like if ur watching tv he’ll start dozing off while laying on u while continuously asking u ‘how many more episodes’

- eventually when hes had enough he just steals the remote and turns off the tv then tugs u out of the room into ur bed ignoring ur naggings of how u were enjoying the show😭

- u try to pick up ur phone to continue watching and he just launches it somewhere in the room and says ‘fuck you we’re sleeping idc’

My requests r open for anything u can ask me any specific headcanons for bakugo or any character aswell!! Tysm for reading 🫶🫶

#my hero academia #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou headcanons #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou x you #headcanons #bf!bakugo #boyfriend!bakugo

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tsukiasaurus · 1 year

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haikyuu boys with a chubby!s/o

includes: tsukishima, bokuto, osamu (ft a sprinkle of atsumu) ushijima (tendo makes an appearance)

lots of fluff!! some angst in tsukki’s, but that cant really be helped mans a jerk sometimes. TW FOR NEGATIVE BODY IMAGE. this WILL have mentions of a bad relationship with food, so PLEASE read with caution if that effects you.

reader is gn, but is called gorgeous

kind of a self indulgent blurb tbh

seeing you insecure is one of his least favorite things. seeing you cry is the worst. putting them together? oh boy, he’s ready to fight

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tsukishima spots you eating with hinata and kageyama, stuffing a meat bun into your mouth with a smile. the boys had brought home another nationals win, and you were all having a get together at daichi’s place. tsukishima sits down across from you, smirking.

“god, y/n, you’re such a fatass.”

the words leave his lips easily, and you want to spit out your food. you notice everyone’s eyes on you, and you try and get the meat bun down as fast as you can. you know tsukishima can be a jerk with his little comments, but there was no remorse after this. even after being together, his comments would still sting, even though he didnt mean for them to. but what did change was his apology afterwards if he noticed that he hurt you.

you dont speak for the remainder of the party. you just sit on the couch, scrolling through your phone. you were waiting for tsukishima’s apology, but it never came. surely he had seen your reaction.

“y/n, you ready to go?” tsukishima’s voice cuts through your thoughts. you nod silently, walking home with him.

it doesnt hit him until you’re in bed before him, facing the wall in one of your pajama shirts. not his. usually when the two of you come home from parties, you spend some time together. getting into bed, tsukishima moves to pull you close, hands on your tummy where they usually rest. you tense.

“hey, what gives?” tsukishima asks, propping himself up on his elbow. “you dont wanna cuddle?”

you shake your head, blinking back tears. tsukishima is about to flop back down when he hears a sniffle.

“y/n?” he asks, voice softer. “are you okay?”

“no.”

your voice sounds so broken, making tsukishima sigh softly. he gently wraps his arms around you.

“i’m sorry for what i said.” he says gently. “i didnt mean to hurt you. i was going to apologize sooner but dumb and dumber pulled me away.”

you sniffle again, wiping your eyes. “it’s fine.” you mumble.

“love, its not fine.” tsukishima sighs. “you know i love you more than anything in this world. i never mean to hurt you with my comments. i know your weight is a sensitive subject for you, and i’m sorry. if you want, i can sleep on the couch tonight.”

when you don’t respond, tsukishima goes to grab the spare blanket and pillow for when he makes a particularly snide comment and you dont want to speak to him. you sit up, looking at him. your cheeks are streaked with tears and your nose is slightly red.

“don’t go.” you say softly. “i love you.”

tsukishima gets into bed, pulling you close. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, closing his eyes.

“again, i’m sorry for hurting you, y/n.” he says softly. “you’re absolutely amazing and perfect, and i cant believe that you’d love a jerk like me. i’m so thankful to have you in my life.”

you thank the alcohol for letting tsukishima be slightly more open with his emotions. he never spoke like that unless he was drunk, but he showed his love for you in different ways, like sharing his strawberry shortcake with you.

there are two constants in tsukishima’s life: his love for strawberry shortcake, and his love for you.

***

bokuto is a people person, through and through. he loves the attention, and he cant get enough of the fans swooning over him. until you came along, he was nearly overwhelmed by all the attention.

with you in his life now, he wasnt sure how he survived before. having someone in his life that was a constant, seeing him at his lowest points and helping lift him up, was honestly so crazy to him. he loves you more than he loves volleyball, and thats the love of his life.

after a particularly good game against shiratorizawa, bokuto is flocked by attractive looking fans. before he can even get to you to receive his post game you-did-amazing-kiss, he was pulled in several different directions for questions. you didnt really mind it if you were honest. dating bokuto came with him talking to fans before going to kiss you after a game, and you were fine with that.

a few attractive girls walked up to bokuto, giggling at him, asking for pictures, the usual.

“oh bo, are you single? i would love to date you!” one of the girls said, swooning in front of bokuto.

“i’m sorry ladies, but i’m taken! i’m dating y/n and i love them!” bokuto was proud. he was so proud that he can call you his.

“y/n??” another girl cackled. “but bo, you’re so strong and muscular and attractive! how can you be dating someone thats so fat??”

fat. the word echoed in your ears as the girls all turned and giggled at you. you were a bit chubby, sure, but it only bothered you sometimes. like now, when you looked at all of the thinner girls and figured that bokuto would be happier with them.

“i’ll see you at home kou!” you call, giving bokuto your best fake smile. “i’m gonna make us some dinner!”

bokuto knew that something was wrong, that he needed to stop you, but he got pulled back to do an interview.

when he finally gets home, he finds you looking in the mirror, tears streaming down your face as you look at yourself. to you, you look hideous. a chubby stomach, too thick thighs. you hate it.

bokuto walks up behind you and hugs you tightly. it takes him a moment to realize that you’re crying, so he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“whats the matter bub?” he asks sweetly.

“i’m too fat.” you whimper. “there’s so many other people that are more attractive than me. you can do so much better.”

bokuto is shocked. you’d never brought this up before. what happened that made you feel so negatively about yourself? you’re wonderful!

he finds himself laughing in spite of himself. him? find someone better than YOU? no chance.

“little owl, you’re one of the most gorgeous human beings i have ever met. loving you has been such a privilege and i’m honored to be your boyfriend.” he says, wrapping his arms around you. “you are the light in my life on dark days. you make me smile like nobody else can. your brain being mean is not a reflection of that. you have some chub, so what? you’re so beautiful and wonderful and i cannot believe you’re mine.”

by the time bokuto is done, you’re crying even more. he takes this as a sign to take it up a notch. he knows that you might not be crying from sadness anymore, but you aren’t smiling just yet.

“are you insecure about this?” bokuto asks, gently holding your tummy. “this adorable thing? what about this?”

he goes around, gripping your thighs, your arms, and even your butt. by the time he’s done, you’re laughing. you turn around and hug bokuto, who you have just realized has not taken a shower yet, and smile.

“thank you kou.” you say, softly kissing his cheek. “i love you so much.”

bokuto smiles, returning your kiss. he’s happy that you’re smiling again, and makes sure that you know that he’s not above making an ass of himself just to see you smile.

***

osamu’s love language is service and gifts. he loves making you food, letting you try new menu items before he puts them out, and is generally just a big foodie (duh). it’s natural that he’d have a slightly bigger partner because of his time working at onigiri miya. he’s gotta have someone comfortable with eating some of the concoctions that he makes.

you sit on the kitchen counter, swinging your legs happily as you watch osamu cook. he’s in his element, humming along to the soft music that he has playing. he’s making you a new dish to try, slightly nervous because he’s the most excited about it.

“okay love,” he says, placing a plate next to you. “go ahead.”

you pick up the rice ball, which is shaped like an actual ball and covered in a sweet dark sauce, and lift it to your lips. you sigh, content with how absolutely delicious it is.

“baby this is amazing!” you say, noticing osamu’s nervous expression.

osamu sighs with a smile, kissing your temple. “can i take a picture for the onigiri miya instagram page?” he asks against your skin.

you pose, smiling sweetly as you hold up the newest menu item. osamu snaps the picture, uploading it with a smile.

“you’re so adorable.” he says, hugging you. “still cant believe you’re mine.”

you smile, pecking his cheek. it’s weird, being doted on like this. you know that he and atsumu have been super competitive all their lives, and you knew that osamu almost never got the girls. it was always atsumu. you never knew why; he was such a sweetheart. he always took care of you, made sure that you never went hungry, gave you kisses and snuggles, and give you pleasure that you didnt even know you could experience.

osamu’s phone buzzed on the counter, dozens of notifications coming from people commenting and liking the post. you glance over, reading the first comment you see:

osamufan81615: wow, i cant believe how big y/n’s gotten! lay off the food my dude XD

you freeze, opening your phone to look at the comments. you notice that a few of the comments are harsher than usual, and all of the mean comments are directed towards you. more specifically, your weight. you find yourself getting lost in the comments, nearly getting physically sick at how rude some people could be.

osamu was observant. he watched your entire aura change as you scrolled on your phone. he took it out of your hands, wrapping his arms around you. he scooped you up from the counter, walking with your legs wrapped around his waist until he sat on the couch.

you cant help but sniffle, rereading some of the comments in your mind. you go to move off of osamu’s lap, but he holds you tighter.

“don’t listen to ‘em.” he says softly. “you are so amazing and so much more than whatever weight you are. you’re mine, and that’s all i could ever want. i love you as you are, and dont let some idiots get ya down.”

he strokes your hair, trailing his hand down your back just how you like. the two of you sit silently for a bit, your head on osamu’s shoulder.

“love you ‘samu.” you mumble quietly against his neck.

osamu’s phone buzzed with a text, undoubtedly from atsumu. osamu pushed his phone away until atsumu called him, making osamu groan. you giggled.

“what do ya want, ya pest?” osamu groaned.

“do ya see how they’re treating y/n in the comments on your most recent post??” atsumu all but yells. “i’ve been replying to comments for the past 15 minutes telling ‘em to lay off.”

“i have. i’m letting them get their 15 minutes of fame.” osamu replied. “i’m comforting y/n right now because the comments are getting to them.”

“i told one of them that they look like their family tree is a circle.” atsumu said, a smile clear in his voice. you couldnt help but laugh.

“thanks bro.” osamu said, a smile on his face as well. “i’ll let you keep harassing em, i got more important matters to attend to.”

hanging up the phone, osamu leans over and kisses you. he peppers kisses on your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. you shiver, gasping when he sucks on your neck.

“how about we go upstairs and i help you forget about all those idiots and show you how much you mean to me, hm?”

you cant help but nod. the new menu item is put up the following week, and osamu really drives home the fact that you are perfect just the way you are by letting you ride him for hours the night of the menu’s new debut.

***

ushijima wakatoshi. a strong, stoic man who barely speaks two words on the court unless he’s really riled up. dating the top ace in the country comes with long nights where he stays out after winning a big game, being stopped on the street, and countless interviews. it also came with him worshiping the ground you walked on.

“toshi, what do you think of this one?” you ask, opening the dressing room door.

your figure is hugged by a sparkly red outfit, accentuating your curves perfectly. ushijima sits up straight, eyes nearly bulging out of his face.

“thats the one.” he says.

you cant help but giggle. you were invited to attend a banquet dinner, black tie only, with the team. you had no outfits that were fancy enough for the occasion, so ushijima insisted he buy something for you.

walking to the register, you hold ushijima’s hand with a smile. the cashier made some small talk while she scanned and bagged the items of your outfit.

“i do have to say, im a very big fan of yours wakatoshi.” she said, giving a sweet smile to your boyfriend. “congratulations on your big win.”

usually, whenever you two went to the store together, the cashier would make a big deal out of talking to ushijima. this lady was a very pleasant change.

“thank you, miss.” ushijima replied with a smile.

later that night, you walked into the banquet, holding ushijima’s hand with a smile. there were photographers everywhere, and you were almost blinded by the flashes of all the cameras.

sitting down at a table with tendo and goshiki, you give them both a smile.

“hey boys.” you greet.

“hi y/n!” goshiki says, sitting up straight. “you look wonderful tonight!”

you smile. “thank you tsu.”

goshiki has had a thing for you for so long, that you’re sure if you werent dating anyone, he’d be trying to get with you. ushijima places a hand on your thigh, rubbing it with his thumb gently.

as the evening progressed, there were more and more interviews being done. ushijima was being interviewed by a taller, attractive woman, who was clearly flirting with him.

“so, wakatoshi, whats your workout routine look like?” she asks, smiling as she pushes some hair behind her ear. “i know a hunk such as yourself has to have a staple in his routine.”

“i enjoy running.” ushijima starts. “i also tend to focus on weight lifting when i dont do cardio.”

“do you have a workout partner?”

ushijima nods. “yes, my partner y/n.” he says, a smile growing on his lips.

“y/n?” the interviewer asks, a hint of disgust in her voice. “are they the chubby one following you around tonight? they don’t seem to be that good of a workout partner to me.”

tendo’s ear twitched while talking to you, his attention quickly turning to ushijima and the pest speaking with him.

“they are very encouraging.” ushijima continues. “i enjoy their company while lifting weights.”

“well, maybe you need someone,” the lady clears her throat. “…thinner to help you. y/n is practically spilling out of that outfit they’re in.”

“thats it.” tendo says, getting up.

you heard the entire thing. the woman was set on tearing you down, but ushijima was, as usual, telling her how amazing you were. you were slightly tearing up at the final comment.

tendo grabs your wrist gently, pulling you to ushijima. he knew that ushijima wasnt one for confrontation, but tendo was more than happy to go off on someone in his place. you wipe your misty eyes as you follow.

“actually,” tendo squints, looking at the name sticker on the lady’s jacket. “aiko, is it? i know my buddy toshi here wont say it, but i will. putting someone down because you wish you were in their place is very ugly. ushijima is with y/n because he loves them. all there is to it.”

“this interview is over.” ushijima says, turning to you. “i’m sorry babe, lets go get something to drink.”

you glance over at the lady, giving her a nice smile before you walk away.

“lets go get trashed!!!” tendo yells, allowing a chorus of cheers from the other teammates to fill the banquet hall.

as you can tell, this was a LONG one. lowercase is intended, and this was done while sitting at work, so i hope you enjoy.

and no matter what your weight, you are beautiful and deserve love ❤️

#haikyuu #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #osamu miya #osamu x y/n #osamu x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 1 year

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Yandere Best Friend pt 2

tw: self harm, mentions of violence, general deranged yandere shenanigans, angst

ageless blogs n minors DNI blease tq <3

part 1 here

my masterlist

this sucks bros i broke my fucken leg and i cant move, my cast is so itchy and i cant scratch and i feel nasty cause i cant shower

feeling bads, so thats why i churned part 2 out faster thn usual , its shorter than before but just need some angsty comfort atm

as uaual many errors cause i did not proofreasd

enjoy i hope

You left the exam hall a couple hours later. To find out that your dad left a total of seven missed calls. You thought someone fucking died.

Of course, you called back. Preparing for the worst.

Your father picked up the phone, he explained that it was your friend. He had a mental breakdown because you weren't there for the opening of his dream restaurant. Eventually though, he calmed down enough to come back into the building to return the phone, eyes noticeably dull and tired, worse than before. He never stopped trembling.

The three of them sat down and talked.

Neither of your parents knew you stopped contacting him. They thought everything was fine, so your friend couldn't fault them for that.

Your parents trusted your friend, so they gave him your phone number and told him basic information about you now. Such as, the country you're studying in and the course.

You felt a pang of guilt, but you had to move on. You understood that he was busy, it would probably do no good for you to try and reach out to him. You would just ruin his plan and distract him too much. At least, that was what you thought.

Usually, he would call every day. But that turns to once every three days. Then once a week. Then never.

It's true that he would not miss a single day to send you a sweet message, a reminder to practice self care and that you're very dear to his heart. Which would be then followed by an update to his progress, it was stressful to read what he was going through and that was all he talked about. You felt like his personal diary, he stopped asking about how things were going for you.

Since it doesn't seem to bother him you weren't replying because he would send his texts when the entire world is asleep, you stopped opening his texts too.

You wanted to tell him in person that you're moving out to pursue your studies and you were granted a student loan. A crushing student loan. But... You believe his ten minutes of free time a week is better used for his sleep. Or even going to the bathroom perhaps.

A day passes by another and in the end, you moved on without him. Without telling him. It just always slips your mind every time you see him brisk walking towards his beat up car with a stack of metal trays in his arms. They must be extremely heavy, you could see the veins bulging out of his forearms and forehead.

It was hard to watch his cheeks get sunken in, his hair going back to its' matted, unhealthy state, dark bags forming under his constantly bloodshot eyes. He looked like he aged a decade older from all the stress and pressure. But... He is working towards his dream and you're happy for him. It was great that he finally achieved what he wanted, he deserved all of its glory for working his ass off like that.

You held no ill will towards him, but you grew apart. He was so consumed with work that the friendship suffered in silence, there were no more fun hangouts together at the mall, you don't get to eat his cooking anymore (you didn't want to burden him by buying a tray, he already has too much to do), no more fun conversations about the silliest shit. It was just... Bank loans, revenue, expenses, investors, employees, employers, credit score, mortgages, taxes etcetera. The urgency and distress was also rubbing off you too, there were nights you woke up in a cold sweat because you had a nightmare that your hypothetical restaurant failed and you went into debt.

So you thought, he needed his time. You shouldn't really interfere with anything you don't understand. Your friend is already nose deep in the real world, you're not even close to it yet and you're not ready for it yet either. Therefore, you took the route most young adults take after getting a high school diploma: getting a bachelor's degree in some field of study that you probably don't even like.

You trudged onwards to the direction of your hostel. You need to get ready for your shift, money is a little tight now and you don't want to burden your parents too much. They're already sending a lot of money to support your living.

If your friend knew you were working hard for some extra money, his heart would break. It would be devastating news to him, no doubt, he would at least have a dozen freakouts and breakdowns. But you don't know that, yet.

As expected, your friend eventually called you. It was later than expected; it took him a week before he called your new phone number himself. He needed to calm down and collect his thoughts, as he knew that he might just drive you away if he comes barreling in with passionate yelling and sobbing over the phone. Plus, he also needed to focus on his new restaurant too, he can't just abandon his lifelong dream like that. How else is he going to make enough money to provide for you? He can't take back the money and time he invested in this now, all he can do is keep going and find some compromise.

It was tempting to go M.I.A. and hastily book a plane ticket to wherever you're studying. He was deeply yearning for your presence, he was desperate, he was clawing his arms and decorating them with nasty scars in an attempt to keep the urge at bay. He was extremely miserable but he had to keep going, to build that wonderful, cushiony foundation for you and him to fall back onto.

Everything he does, he does it for you.

He was polite, kind and pleasant during the first phone call you both had in two years. Though, there was a noticeable twinge of hurt in his mildly wavering voice. He still sounded like he's happy and relieved to hear you again.

The call started off with a greeting, then some small talk, then finally to the meat of the call;

Why didn't you tell me? He asked. It seems like he was fighting back his tears.

You didn't answer right away, you don't know what to say.

You could tell him the truth that he was too busy with his endeavors and you just don't feel like interfering by burdening him with "unnecessary information". However, you think that might wound him deeply as you're somewhat blaming him for your own actions.

You could lie... and tell him what, exactly? Either way, it would hurt him even more and there is probably going to be some resentment.

So, you apologized. You kept your reasoning brief and simple; you needed to move on. You acknowledged that whatever you did wasn't very nice of you, but you still had to proceed and you thought that it would be better that you didn't tell him.

There was a moment of silence between the both of you.

On the other side of the call, your friend was wracking his brain, trying to comprehend what you just told him. It came across as you not wanting to do anything with him anymore because you feel unprioritized, unimportant, inferior. Guilt and remorse was eating him up, he is putting all the faults onto himself.

He spiraled downwards in that call, spewing nonsense and absurd promises to destroy everything he has ever worked for just to have you back in his arms. Deranged negotiations involving the idea of blinding, deafening, mutilating or doing some sort of bodily or mental harm to himself to prove something; prove that he puts you above everything else and also to punish himself for neglecting you.

It was horrifying to hear your dear friend babble about putting himself into financial ruin for the sake for your forgiveness. He spoke of his accomplishments and advancements as they were disposable, as if it held no value compared to you.

This isn't normal, far from it, Your friend devolved so much to the point he was making demented pledges to kill and maim your enemies for you, and only you. To eviscerate the ones you dislike and send videographic proof of it, to disembowel his business associates to show that they mean absolutely nothing to him. Mind you, he was talking about real, breathing, living humans.

It was hard to fully grasp the insanity in his now incoherent words, he was muttering apologies and self hatred. Promises of severe self harm was also common in his mad speech. At one point, religion and superstitions were thrown into the mix. But you could not understand what he was chanting about.

What the fuck are you talking about? Your friend didn't pick up on your distress... or words over his excessive tirade against himself.

Everything I do, I do it for you, and I would do anything and everything for you. I love you- You hung up.

You couldn't take a second more of that. It was really difficult to see this side of him. It hurts you too that he became like this, perhaps all the stress from building a business from the ground up fried his mind. Whatever it was, you knew that he is not good for you anymore.

You sent him a final text message telling him that you're not comfortable with him after that massive sanity slippage. You wished him luck and expressed your regrets that it had to turn out this way.

You didn't give him a chance to respond, you blocked him immediately on everything and went on with your day.

Whatever he said kept replaying in your head like a broken record. It was pure horror.

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hearts4golbach · 2 months

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The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 11.

I poured creamer into my coffee, leaving it darker than Tara's. she was sitting in the dining room on her phone. her hair was up in a messy bun and she didn't have her makeup done yet, but she was just as beautiful, which made me smile.

"my parents grow this, but it's actually really good." I explain, sliding her mug across the table.

"girl, why do you hate your parents so much?" she looked up at me, sipping her coffee.

"they just kind of fucked me up, you know? ive been so sheltered my whole life until imwas finally able to move out. i mean, being sheltered is okay but being too kept up is traumatizing." i explained with a sigh.

"do you even talk to them anymore?" she asks cautiously.

"they still text me almost everyday." i explained, "but its always the same shit."

tara nods, returning to her coffee. "so, you and johnnie!"

"oh, hush. i doubt he thought of it as anything more than just 'kissing the homies.'" i rolled my eyes. "i mean, he did admit i make his life a hell of a lot better." i quoted.

"y/n, you are as blind as a damn bat. drunk words, sober thoughts."

"well, again, he couldve meant it friendly like im one of his best friends." i sighed, "i really dont want to get my hopes up."

"i cant wait until i can say 'i told you so' because best friends dont act like this." she shook her head and opened her phone, showing me the photos of me and johnnie she took. she scrolled through them. i memorized the way johnnies hands clung on to my waist and the way he tilted his head to meet mine. tara was right, friends dont do that.

"i guess youre right." i shrugged. "i have no argument for that, i guess well just have to play it by ear.

"thank you." she said, feeling accomplished.

"whatever, tara." i pursed my lips together.

"dont worry, ladies. the party is here." jake walked into the dining room with his arms in the air. his hair was messy as fuck and he was still in his new years outfit.

"oh my god, you stink." tara joked, plugging her nose as she rolled her eyes.

"i am embracing my natural scent. let me live, tara." he threw his arms down to his sides.

"well, its giving me nose cancer." i went along with tara, but he didnt actually smell bad.

"whatever." jake sassed, sitting down at the table.

"can i fill jake in?" tara asked, excitedly.

i laughed. "this isnt highschool gossip but i dont mind." she nodded and began to whisper in jakes ear. "you know, johnnies not up so you dont have to whisper."

"whisper what?" a tired, raspy voice asked. johnnie walked into the kitchen, also with messy hair and in the same clothes. a mix of eye shadow and eyebags make his sleepy blue eyes more prominant.

"nothing." i smiled, feeling my face heat up. i covered my mouth and looked away.

#fanfiction #fanfic #johnnie guilbert #jake and johnnie #jake webber #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #cafe aesthetic #cafe #tara yummy

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chiiyuuvv · 5 months

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BESTIEEE

I FINALLY PASSED MY HISTORY EXAM💃💃💃💃

I failed this exam A LOT OMG

BUT guess what...I PASSED IT WITH 100/100

Girl I can't believe it🥹🥹

SAUR how do you think xikers will react to you passing an exam/important test that you were working on for a long time/stressing over a lot?

You can write it whenever you can cuz I think your requests are closed, BUT I CAN WAIT. I want YOUR thoughts because you are the best writer on this app frfr. So take your time

Anyways take care bestie, don't skip your meals, love youu🤍

-🌵 anon<3

• PAIRING — bf!xikers x gn!reader

• GENRE — proud xikerss :DD, slight kissing, almost wrote a whole fic for hunter-

• WORD COUNT — 782

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — sorry this is so late!! And good job on your tests :O

• TAGLIST — @lil-elle , @hyunukitty , @cake1box , @mars101 , @nenede , @soul-is-a-strange-kid , @the-lemon-boy , @yuniniverse

MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!

MINJAE ☆

Hes not even surprised atp, he knows how smart you are

But boy does he pretend to be shocked, his hand covering his mouth as he takes in another gasp

But his other hand is hiding behind his back

You seem to notice and the only thing he can do is giggle, revealing an neatly folded box

Turns out there was a very pretty necklace inside, minjae spinning you around to put it on you, whispering in your ear how pretty you look and how proud he is ♡

JUNMIN ☆

Makes sure you do nothing for the rest of the week

So what if its monday?? He'll do anything for his precious baby since you worked so hardd

Will make your meals and clean the kitchen, your room, your study area

Even gives you a bath

And he wont stop either, that is, if you want cuddles ♡

SUMIN ☆

Sumin knew how stressed out you'd get with your exams so he prepared you a little smth!!

(And also some tissues)

Finally uncovering your eyes, you find a self portrait of yourself studying

And lemme just say how beautiful you look

The lines sketched with such care and patients, now you know why sumin had been smiling so much lately ♡

JINSIK ☆

I think this calls for pizza!! 🗣🗣‼‼

Also makes sure you do nothing. All you gotta do is just there and look pretty and that was already took no effort

Also a movie night because why not, and you've been meaning to catch up on some movies, also why not??

His arm wrapped your shoulder at all times, and will whine if you try to move around

Plus random cheek kisses, yeah, thats about it ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

Decides to buy tickets last minute and takes you to the fair!!

Lots of hand holding and pda, wiping some off the cinnamon off of your lips caused by your churros

Will attempt to get you those huge teddy bears, but sulks when he cant so you just gotta give him some kisses

Also the ferris wheel!!

Makes sure youre at the tippy top then he processed to tell you how proud his is and how special you mean to him, sealing it with a kiss ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

Yall know junghoon isnt that big on physical affection

But when he hears the news hes a changed man

His eyes shot open and his hands moving faster than his brain, picking you up and spinning you around when he gives you the biggest kiss on your cheek

Wait whaat??

Wdym he did that no he didnt stop being so delusional he didnt kiss your cheek and secretly enjoyed it but not enjoying your teasings rn shut up 🙄 ♡

SEEUN ☆

"Really?! I thought you failed!!"

His response earned him a huge punch

But hes only joking, ruffling your hair before dialing his phone, calling everyone and their mom to tell the news

Man does more than just spill the tea, he makes it from scratch

Hes overally dramatic when he tells your adventure, saying how you had to cross 7 seas just to find the right answer.. but you love him anyways 🤷‍♀️ ♡

YUJUN ☆

Hes wants to hear all about it, so spill the tea 😠😠

Another one to think you taking a test was so dramatic, having to slay a dragon just to get the right answer to a question

And boy is he listening!! (He listens to you more than minjae)

He'd be so awestruck when youre done, his jaw lefted open and hes looking at you with sparkly eyes

Hes so proud of you too :(( ♡

HUNTER ☆

Also think hes like minjae with the gift giving, pulling out this beautiful bracelet he bought months ahead of time because he knew you'd do well

But unlike minjae, he takes you out to dinner!!

Yes, a big, fancy dinner. And hes paying for it all by himself <3

Hunters prince agenda omgomg

No bc he'd drop down on his knees to kiss the back of your hand, making sure to look up at you in the process, opens every. Since. Door in sight and also pushes you into your chair. Andd he also leans against the table to wipe something off the corner of your lips, giggling to himself bc youre just so adorable. i could write a whole fic honestly... ♡

YECHAN ☆

You passed your exam? Give him a hug

You got an A?? Give him a hug

You thought you were going to fail? Frowns at you, before hugging you tightly

Spends the rest of the day giving you so much love, youre only allowed to be in his arms

And is the boy so soft??? The most gentle hes ever been ♡

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h4venpha · 1 year

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↳ 𝐁𝐋𝐋𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒' 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒:

with… nagi seishirou, kunigami rensuke, reo mikage, chigiri hyoma

idk abt part two yet ^^

NAGI SEISHIROU: quality time

- nagi isnt much of a talker, so no words of affection. hes lazy, so not acts of service. quality time just fits so well because ?? its effortless, anything else is just a hassle for him (/hj)

- he enjoys lazy days where he can just sit around with you, watch tv or just stay in bed all day long. its simple and he enjoys your company

- a comfortable silence is often created during these lazy days. he’s on his phone laying in your lap while youre on yours or youre watching the television or something. theres no need for interactions or talking in general

- (i wanna mention the nagi episode manga chapter where nagi’s eyes literally start glowing when reo tells him he likes being around him) nagi honestly thinks he’s boring, like he will literally admit it. he thinks hes a boring person and he doesnt think anyone really wants to be around him

- so when you ask him to just lay around all day with you hes like, “…really? is it okay?”

- and so many days end up as lazy days. quiet, relaxed days where neither of you have to talk much, its just being around each other, enjoying and accepting each others company

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE (pre-wildcard): acts of service

- regardless of how strong or tall you are, kunigami willing to do anything for you just because he can

- “oh you cant reach this? i got it for you, here!” or “you need to move this? let me help, y/n!”

- not only is it because hes more than capable of helping out, but because he thinks its considerate and attentive.

- he’s all sweet smiles whenever you ask for help, especially when you can’t reach something. 6 foot and two fucking inches and he practically towers over you (at least he does for me), and so whenever you have to stand on your tip toes to reach for something, he always notices. He walks up behind you with a small smile as he watches you struggle.

- and you dont even notice until his deep voice booms from behind you, it almost surprises you. and he’s reaching up, arm extending over your fucking head, to grab what you need. when he hands it to you, there’s a sweet, almost amused look on his face. of course he can’t help but tease a little bit. but before he walks away, he leans down, eye to eye with you, and pats your head as a you’re welcome

REO MIKAGE: gift giving, words of affection

- ive spoken briefly about my headcanon of giving gifts to words of affection reo

- i feel like his entire life growing up, he was bought things as a form of “love”, so really thats all he knew

- you have to sit down with him and tell him that although you appreciate it, he doesnt have to buy you the world.

- you simply teach him that theres so much more to showing love than buying things

- reo ends up learning from what you taught him. BUT not only does he continue to give you gifts, he includes small love letters along with them.

- a bouquet of fresh, colorful roses with a small white envelope tucked into the flowers with a little message.

- messages like: for my precious! <3 if you were a flower i’d pick you!

CHIGIRI HYOMA: acts of service, physical touch

- pushing the male wife chigiri agenda AGAIN !! (dedicated to puriiii <3)

- now normally, chigiri could give less of a fuck about what other people need/want. hes the type of guy who walks past someone who dropped something bc literally hes like “uh. whatever…” like they can pick it back up themself, he quite literally just does not give a shit

- but the moment you need something, he is ON IT. it doesnt matter how big or small, whether you need a tissue or you’d like some water, hes literally rushing to get it

- immediately stopping whatever he was doing to jump up and get what you need

- speedy little man has it for you in 0.5 seconds

- its nothing too complicated, just “oh my lover needs something, so i’ll get it right away”

- now physical touch. i dont mean like, absolutely smothering you all the time like nagi’s headcanons. i mean like, touches that leave you with shivers

- he’s trying to get around you for something or he’s passing by and his slender fingers end up ghosting lightly at your waist or hips (bonus points if you have some kind of cropped shirt on…he knows exactly what he’s doing when he intentionally slips his cold fingers against your warm skin)

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shankschewtoy · 1 year

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Hey Evou!! I was surfing YouTube and came across vr videos of people playing scary games (mainly Fnaf which I will vouch for is TERRIFYING in vr I was literally shaking the last time I played it 💀) so I came to ask, how do you think the monster trio + Kidd and Law and whoever else you want, would do playing Fnaf, Help wanted in vr? Thanks in advance!

a/n - hi anime!! omg pls I’ve played horror games on Roblox with my 8 year old cousin and I was literally shaking while trying not to cry 💀 tysm for thé request! I hope you’re doing well 💜💜💜💜 I’ve never played fnaf and I don’t think I ever will 😭

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, I bully kid

- if you thought you knew curse words? No you didn’t

- “FUCKSHIT- STUPIDASS MF-!”

- “SHITFACE! YOU LITTLE FURRY PUSSY-!”

- … I cant think of anymore

- he sounds like this and literally breaks your eardrums

- “NO IM NOT SCARED Y/N SHUT UP!”

- “You need to hold my hand?…”

- “Tch- just shut it.”

- *literally squeezing your hand to death*

- he’s screaming at literally the tiniest noises 😭😭😭

- he’s hid behind you a couple times on accident too

- literally not scared??

- “HAHAHAAA- y/n this dude’s funny! He has a funny hat! Oh I died. This game’s boring- let’s play Mario kart!”

- “OH MY GOSH THERE’S PIZZA!”

- “why does it say I died again?..”

- “Y/n there’s a duck staring at me.”

- “ITS NAMED CHUCK BAHAHAHAH-!”

- you’re absolutely shocked- this man was not afraid in the slightest

- he only kept dying bec he got distracted by all the little items around him

- “Can I turn lights on? It’s dark.”

- “that’s the whole point Lu.”

- “That’s stupid- how can you see anything?? Oop something just appeared?”

- “y/n is this a furry game?”

- “are you a furry?”

- 💀

- while he’s wearing the headset he has no sense of his surroundings so he’s broken a lot of things 😭

- that vase? In pieces

- your wooden coffee table? Knocked over

- the chair? Moved at least 20 ft away

- man has the audacity to take off the headset and look at you with a confused face

- “y/n what did you do to the room? Hehe! You have weird hobbies.. I’m gonna go grab some snacks!!!”

- … you’re about to punch him so hard that even nami can’t compete

- about to shit his pants

- visibly shaking as he’s clutching onto your arm

- could only play for a couple minutes before he had to cuddle you for a couple hours

- “uh y/n- is this to test my bravery because I promise there are better ways to- GAHSHAUBEIDBSIDBISBEIFB-!”

- literally trying to punch the air in front of him😭

- he only agreed to play bec Zoro challenged him saying that obviously “I’m braver than you- twirly eyebrows.” “HUH?!”

- oh it was on

- both of them lost

- Luffy won

- if you think you’re bad at games- compared to smoker? No you’re not

- “Y/n what does this button do?”

- “I’m stuck at the pause screen.”

- “I cant read that fast how the hell do you pause it??”

- pls he can’t understand what the fuck he has to do in the game

- literally about to punch the TV when the characters jump outta nowhere

- “Y/n it’s biting my toes?!”

- “What is this game?! Why does it look real?!”

- literally his blood pressure is going to skyrocket

- frantically waving his bulky ass arms around in attempt to try and escape and not die

- going to have a stroke please give him some water

- you’re going to have to hold his hand and pat his back for a while after 😭 he’s lowkey traumatized by screens

- he’s also one of those guys who can’t figure out how tf to turn off his phone flashlight 💀

a/n - sorry anime I did random characters 😭

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v-a-m-pxe · 9 months

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Strange- Miguel O'Hara x Reader

TW: Mother reader, Blood/injuries, Bathing together and touching Genitals.

A/N: This is a story i really didn't think much of but i really cant think of anything right now but this so here's a story of Miguel i also want to make this a series.

Part 1...

Miguel never really left the house after your first baby Gabriela was born he always stayed no matter if he had a really good paying job he just couldn't leave you with the stress of a baby. You never knew much about his job which was apprehensive to you.

Today was not normal Miguel just disappeared, He wasn't home in his office like he usually is. You had his location but he turned his phone off. "Strange" you say as you paced back and forth from the front door all around the couch.

You tried calling him over and over but he just didn't answer the call, "Miguel please answer me" you repeated as the final call went through. "Baby i know you are worried but i'm not coming for a while te amo mami" he says on the spur of the moment.

"Miguel what's wrong why aren't you coming home!" you say trying not to shout because your new born baby is sleeping in the other room. BEEP, the phone hung up after you said your words worrying your husband has been taken by a villain making you scared you won't see him again.

Fear is all you felt the unsettling feeling making your stomach clench and small tears run down your face. You hear a sudden bang and cry from upstairs which triggers your mommy senses to run up and see what's wrong. You opened the door only to see a buff arms pick up your crying baby.

"Miguel is that you?" you say worried someone else is in your child's room his black figure turned around facing the door way where you were standing. "Yes darling" he says still holding baby gabi. "Why didn't you answer the phone and where were you?" you say with so many other questions falling behind the main one that needed to be answered.

"Shh amor gabi might wake up again" he says putting a finger up to his lips, you wanted to yell at him so bad but you didn't want your little baby to wake up from the commotion" Miguel tell me where were you i was worried and your phone was off" Miguel put gabi into her bed holding her little finger. He starts making his way out the room into the bathroom.

"MIGUEL IS THAT BLOOD?" you say holding your mouth as you look him up and down wide eyed "Yes, my nose was bleeding" he said taking his shirt off throwing it in the basket on the ground. WOW you forgot how sexy your husband was but you were still mad at him for making you worried and scared.

Miguel turned on the water to the bath tub and walked to the room like everything was normal, His demeanor was way off "Miguel what's up with you" you say walking up to him softly holding his arm so he wont move, suddenly he pulls you into a embrace squeezing you a little.

"love i got caught up with work, i didn't want you to worry too much but i'm here now so join me in the bath and ill show you a better apology" he says holding your hand leading you to the bathroom. You could only follow him pulling your clothes off your body seeing him do the same thing.

You both look at each other admiring the moment as if it was a painting on display, Miguel gets in first spreading his legs so you cant sit in between them. He starts rubbing down your back and shoulders " Tell me about your day mi Vida" he says still massaging your body making you feel so good and forgetting your worries.

"I had a really stressful day without you, Gabi cried a lot, my back started hurting, i just needed a break so bad" you say groaning from the feeling of his hands on your hurting back. "Its okay i'm here now don't stress anymore" he said rubbing your stomach and down.

You grab his hand leading it down to your heated cunt, Miguel rubs at your clit making you moan his name closing your eyes and relaxing as he does the work of pleasing you.

You heard a knock at the door which made you jump look up and suddenly the door opened...

A/N: i'm always rushing when i'm writing but i actually like this story i hope y'all like it too part 2 with be up by Sunday...

Part 2 is up!!

#miguel spiderman #sexyvamp #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #Miguel and reader #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099

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userholland · 2 years

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out of time | t. holland

moving from london to new york, tom misses a lot about home. late nights laughing and sharing with his friends and family, but mostly you. a year later, you visit him for a few days and see what he's been up to. as you go around the city, he takes photos of you to remember the time you're spending together. you both pick up from where you left off yet at the same time, you have to figure out what's going to happen after vacation is over. it's as if your relationship is running out of time.

PAIRING : photographer!tom & bestfriend!fem!reader

GENRE : friends (with benefits) to lovers, childhood friends, pwp

WARNINGS : smut 18+ only!, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral (m + f receiving), exhibitionism (dressing room, car & bathroom), fingering, switch!tom + dom!reader, squirting, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, size kink, spanking, spitting & rough sex

WORD COUNT : 8.8k

A/N : if im being honest, felt so weird basing a fic with mostly smut/intimate moments but i hope its not too much (?) lmao but i sort of have a hard time writing these kind of fics because i dont want it all to be smut. i still had fun writing it obviously but i have so many other wips that i cant wait to share!!! thank u for the love and support always for my work! hope i get to write way more during this summer

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The sun was barely over the horizon as Tom stretched his arms over his head. He twisted his back, cracking the aches, and rubbed the back of his neck with his smooth palm. It was a peaceful time in the first hours of the day with no traffic passing by and the birds chirping in the trees below his view.

Just as he extended his arms above his head again, your two arms wrapped around his waist. Tom smiled to himself, looking down at your hands as they ran across his skin and grazing your nails against his torso. Your knees sank into the bed when you leaned in behind him, kissing his bare shoulder before playfully biting his lobe.

“Good morning.” You smiled, your arms still around him and running your hands over his toned chest.

“Mornin’.” He lazily chuckled.

Your lips brushed his ear, “Have anything planned today?” You asked him.

“Hmm, nothing specific in mind.” He answered, leaning his head back as your hands continued to slowly move over his body, “Do you?”

You giggled, “What about seeing how many times I can cum for you?” You grinned as your right behind slid under the band of his boxers. His cock was semi-hard, but you wrapped your hand around his base and glided your thumb over his tip.

Tom didn’t expect your gesture, but smirked anyways before pulling away to turn around to you. You wore his white t-shirt from the day before, seeing how perky your nipples were through the fabric from the low sunlight coming in.

He placed his hands on the small of your back before wrapping his mouth on your clothed left nipple. The fabric became wet as he pressed his tongue on the barrier, teasing you as his hand caressed your right breast. You arched your neck back with a smirk painted on your lips, letting out a faint moan as his hand slip under your thin shirt. You loved how tender his touch was– realizing how much you missed it compared to other guys you hooked up in London.

It had been a few hours since you landed in New York and you were relieved when meeting the arms of your best-friend, Tom. After receiving a job as a photographer for a local skateboarding brand, you could only contact him through the phone. Constant, but long facetime calls where it was your late afternoon and his early morning, talking about your days and what your plans were, even flirting about the few desperate photos either of you sent the nights prior.

Tom missed you, but mostly your relationship. Before he left, you two started from a playful friendship and turned into platonic sex every other day. You grew up together and shared the same school friends, but there was something you found in one another throughout all those years. Just like yourselves, your relationship matured as you were finishing your year 13 at each of your schools.

The first time was confusing, wondering if you would be speaking to one another as you buttoned your white, school uniform top. Tom pondered the same as he fixed his tie, trying to find his jacket with his school’s emblem on the chest.

Accidentally, you both grabbed the wrong ones off the floor and chuckled as you switched them. You would turn back to look at the mess of sheets on your bed, hoping that your mom wouldn’t come home early.

“So, your graduation party is next week right?” He asked, gulping.

“Yeah… are you gonna be there?” You asked.

He smiled, “Of course. I was just making sure. I wouldn’t miss it.”

At the time, you thought he was lying, but unlike your doubts– Tom always showed up. There was never any awkwardness or fears of rejection when your friendship took an intimate turn.

That whole summer was being able to explore what you two liked, what you were comfortable with, and even surprising yourself a few times with what you tried. All of it was exciting and nice until university came up. You’d be leaving this little relationship and only wonder what would happen.

Even though you were parted from time to time for four or five years, you always made it back to one another. Sometimes he’d visit you at university, sometimes you would come back home for holiday, and other times were during breaks and meeting each other at whatever destination you two chose.

You two would wonder if your friends knew since it became more and more obvious there was something between you, but you didn’t want them involved. It was easier to stay oblivious and make them wonder, continuing to stay in this little bubble where you neither of you had to explain what “this” was. Only because it just made so much sense.

Tom threw your shirt to the side, admiring your body as you laid back down on the bed. He straddled you, kissing between your breasts and up your neck before reconnecting his lips against yours. As you ran your fingers through his curls, the soft texture carding between them, you lightly bit his bottom lip. You started moving your weight to the left, signaling him to roll over which he did. Now on his back, you giggled because you liked to be the one in control.

As your hips ground, very slow and steady, Tom lowly groaned and suddenly smacked your ass hard. The tingle made you gasp and then giggle into his neck, feeling your hot breath against his skin. You quickly grazed your lips down his toned chest, leaving a trail of light yet wet kisses down his abdomen. Your hand ran over his cock through his tight boxers and felt how hard he was, aching and waiting for you to dip your hand back into his band.

“I bet you’re just wanting your cock in my mouth. Huh?” You teased.

Tom, red in his cheeks, chuckled leaning his head back, “Don’t tease me like this.”

“It’s fun to see you squirm.” You grinned as you hooked your fingers around his band, pulling his boxers down.

His dick sprung up once you lowered his underwear, seeing how red his tip and the pre-cum running down his slit. As you shifted your body down the bed, you were perfectly between his legs where he could lean his head up and watch you play with his cock.

Your thumb, once again, ran over his tip and used his cum as lubricate. Tom uttered a low groan, cursing under his breath as he admired the way you took your time. Painful as it was, your mouth gaping open as you watched your hand run up and down his cock made him sweat.

“God, I can’t wait to take this all in my mouth… if you're lucky, maybe you can fill me up.” You whispered.

He loved dirty talk. Easily withering into an absolute mess over how seductive words left your pretty mouth. Some mornings when he was alone, his hand would slip into his shorts and palm himself, thinking about the way you spoke to him when you were fucking. Leaving him letting out light moans and panting between your memorized commands and begging.

As your mouth wrapped around his tip, your left hand pumped what wasn’t in your mouth while the other ran up his lower abdomen. Tom didn’t know what to grab, instead putting his hands behind his head and trying not to intervene with the pleasure you were giving to him. Your drool slide down his shaft, and he bit his tongue as he listened to you gag and gurgle with his cock in your mouth.

His hips barely bucked, already needy to cum down your throat. You slowly removed your lips from his dick and continued to pump his shaft to catch your breath. There was the taste of his sweet cum on your tongue, making you giggle when you sat back up. As much as you could keep teasing him, you knew there was enough times in the day to do as you pleased so this would be quick.

Tom quickly lifted up, his head tilted up at you as you took off your panties. You tossed them to the side, unknowingly falling on top of your t-shirt on the floor. You straddled Tom, one around wrapped around his neck and the other guiding his cock to your slit. You rubbed his wet tip a few times before slowly letting him enter your pussy and he let out a deep grunt.

“Fuck… so fucking warm and tight. Fucking Christ.” He whimpered.

It had been months without each other's touch so, this felt like bliss. Exploring each others bodies like it was a new journey even though you’d kissed and fucked wherever you could think.

You couldn’t help but hiss, stilling yourself as you bottomed out on his cock. You felt your walls tense around his hard, clenching as your nails grazed his muscular back. He kissed your cheek then your lips, making sure you were comfortable before moving your hips.

You nodded, “I’m okay, fuck. I’m okay.” You huffed, spreading your legs further to shift your position, “I love your fucking cock inside me.”

As he moved your hips, guiding them as you lifted yourself up, your two moans combined and bounced off the walls of his apartment. Tom’s teeth lightly sunk into your neck and your hands met each side of his head. Your bodies moved in a fluid motion, hearing the slam of your skins as Tom pulled you down harder and faster.

Your eyes rolled back, a defeated moan leaving your throat as you leaned your head up to stare at the ceiling. The pleasure prickled along your body, like a strike of electricity when he pounded each time. Your pussy was warm around his cock, feeling like he could burst at any second. He smacked your ass again, grunting over your small moan from the sudden slap.

Neither of you wanted to cum, but it was tempting. Tom left a soft kiss against your lips, still inside you and his cock painfully throbbing. You ran your hands over his shoulders, gently grinding your hips again and took a deep breath to hold back your orgasm. Sharing a tender kiss, Tom lowered his head and couldn’t take the waiting. With both your eyes closed, grazing each others lips, you brushed your noses against one another’s as time frozen around you.

“Fucking cum inside me. Please… Fuck, I can’t take it any longer.” You gasped.

Tom’s hands caressed your breasts, wrapping his lips around your left hard nipple. His tongue flicked against it causing a soft whimper to leave your lips and you lifted up on his cock. Your cum dripped down his shaft, already leaving a mess between your cores and making your clit unbearably throb.

“Get on your back.” Tom commanded.

Your head was spinning, but you laid down as he wanted and your sweaty back stuck to the sheets. Spreading your legs, still inside of you, he pressed his hands into your sides and you wanted to put your legs back down to curl around him.

“Fucking keep them spread.” He muttered, already sinking his cock back into your cunt, “You fucking cum when I say to cum.”

You gripped the sheets by your sides, arching your back and your toes curled at the pleasure coiling inside your stomach. Tom dug his fingers into your hips, deeper and deeper, both of you aching and straining from letting go until your legs began to tremble.

“God, I’m cumming! I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum!” Your voice vibrated.

He nodded, “Fucking cum for me. Fuck!” Tom groaned as he rode out his high.

You jerked your hips a bit then stilling yourself while Tom slowly pulled out of your pussy. His cock was coated in your cum, watching his drip down your slit and onto the bed sheets. He slapped his tip a few times against your clit, teasing you before you leaned up and got on all fours to taste your cum along his dick. You smiled up at him, a twinkle in your eyes as you tasted your combined juices.

“Sweet, like always.” You giggled before kissing him again.

As you slipped off the bed, Tom gathered the bed sheets as you went to the bathroom to turn on the shower. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, watching you wait for the water to heat up and you pushed your hair out of your face.

The unlikely domestic that came after your constant hookups were always normal– well, it’s better compared to how awkward it used to feel when you weren’t even comfortable taking your shirts off in front of one another and keeping the lights off. You both figured that over time, it just felt okay to be this vulnerable and there was nothing embarrassing about it as if you were still young kids.

After Tom started the load of laundry, you were out of the shower with steam coming off your skin and the towel wrapped tightly around your body.

“I left it running for you.” You told him as you passed, going to his fridge to grab a water. You couldn’t help yourself looking over your shoulder, seeing he was still naked and the marks you left along his toned back.

“Oh, you’re too kind.” He chuckled, walking to the bathroom.

As he showered off, you started a pot of coffee and changed into a short, black sundress for the day. After Tom turned off the shower’s water then brushed his teeth as he walked around with his towel tight around his hips. You were laying on your stomach on his now-made bed with a map of New York spread out on the duvet.

“You know you can just look up places on your phone.” He muffled between brushing his teeth.

You hummed, “I want to have a clear path of what I want to actually see. Like, look. There’s an art museum next to a place where they make custom chewing gum.” You said in a cherry tone.

He chuckled, “You want your own personal chewing gum?”

“No… but, see how much more fun it is using an actual tour guide map.” You joked, using a pen to circle locations.

Tom walked to his dresser, shuffling through his clothes then going into his closet to find a top to wear for the hot morning. You hummed a random tune to yourself as your eyes searched around the map, glancing over at Tom’s backside once and a while. After slipping on fresh boxers and baggy jeans, he pulled a dark-navy t-shirt over his head. The graphic tee slowly covered the scratches and fresh scars left on his back by your sharp nails.

“I wanna go to the Empire State Building… unless it’s overrated and crowded like movies make it seem.” You trailed, rolling on your back.

The coffee pot was ready by the time Tom finished tying his shoes, so he headed back to the kitchen to pour two mugs of fresh brew.

“Actually, It’s not. I mean, there is a lot of people most of the time but, they get a little sick from how high it is. It’s a great place to take pictures too.” He grinned as he poured coffee into his favorite Star Wars mug with R2D2 on both sides.

“Ah, I can be like your model for the day.” You giggled, rolling on your back and sitting up on his bed. Tom sat next to you, carefully giving you the other Star Wars themed mug. You glanced at the side, “I remember when we got these.”

“Yeah, we took that awful bus ride to Reading.” He hissed, “Nevertheless, we found the coolest Star Wars collectable store.” He smiled as he reminisced on the memory.

You giggled, “Oh my God, and then that little pub we went to. Those Irish car bombs were so good.”

Although you thought back on the long night of drinking, Tom remembered how wild you were. It wasn’t like any other of the times you’d been together, but there was a fearlessness to your personality he’d never seen before and it made him fall a bit harder for you. The way you leaned your head out the cab window on the way to the motel for the night, smelling the fresh breeze run through the cab as you opened the window wider.

If Tom could back to any night, that one was special. He would get to fall for you all over again.

After the two of you finished getting dressed, you went downstairs and exited through the lobby of Tom’s apartment. As always, he had his camera around his neck and a black fanny pack across his chest that was filled with his essentials.

You sported a nice canvas tote on your side, bringing a blanket in case you two stopped at the park. The weather was perfect, the sidewalks weren’t too busy, and it was like the day was meant for you.

On the way to the Empire State Building, there was a small cafe that caught your eye. The neon sign blinked in bright blue and pink with treats displayed in the front window. You and Tom strolled inside, merging into the short line to the cash register and decided what you wanted to snack on. As you pointed to the menu, muttering the sweets that stuck out, you playfully nudged your head against Tom’s.

“I think I’m gonna get a chocolate croissant… and a strawberry iced donut.” You trailed, your words so close to his ear in the noisy cafe.

“Sounds good to me. As long as it tastes extra sweet.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, not adding to that comment. At least not in public.

After ordering, you waited a few minutes at the small bench by the door before Tom’s name was called out. He walked over, collected the five brown-bagged treats as well as his small cup of coffee. You were giddy, so antsy to eat because of the insanely sugary smell roaming in the room.

“Thank you.” You giggled, taking your chocolate croissant from him. Immediately, you took a bite into it and moaned a bit from the instant sweetness hitting your tongue. You took another bite even if it looked like you weren’t trying to pace yourself.

Before Tom could take a bite of his treat, he chuckled at you and the smidge of chocolate on your lip.

“You’re a real mess, you know that.” He jeered.

Expecting a witty comment, instead you casually wrapped your lips around his fingers, loving the taste the sweet chocolate. Tom watched in awe as his index finger stayed in your mouth, stroking your tongue between them before you pulled your lips away.

All he could think was, “Fucking tease.”

“So much sweeter than I thought.” You giggled before taking another bite of your croissant, “Definitely, that extra sweetness you were wanting.” You continued to poke fun at him.

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When arriving at the Empire State Building, you wanted to explore as much as you could. You were surprised at how there was a full history within the main first floor, with the dark granite lining the walls and floors and the high ceilings. Tourists, just like yourself, were browsing around, but you and Tom headed to the elevator to go a few floors up.

Once the elevator doors opened, there was a view of the city behind huge glass windows. With the sun up in the sky, the warm light shined on all the buildings that seemed so tall when you were on the sidewalks all those floors below you.

Unknowingly, Tom took photos of you from behind your view. You were completely mesmerized by the city, and weren’t sure how to take it in. It almost seemed like a place you could see yourself staying— maybe even with Tom. You could barely see people when you looked all the way down, but Tom continuously snapped photos before you turned around to his lens.

With a shy smile, you still beamed it at him and he chuckled. He looked through the lens at your beautiful face, the sun hitting perfectly behind you as if it was a paid background. You posed a few times, trying to be dramatic and you both shared giggles.

“How do you live here and not come to see this view all the time?” You asked him as the two of you stood in front of the glass windows.

He grinned, “I might more… it’s just more fun with you.”

What a dork.

You playfully pushed his shoulder, but he pulled at your wrist to bring you closer to him. Yes, there were moments you two appeared as a couple in the public, but it was never forced. It was easier in moments like this when it was just you two without your friends teasing you and asking questions. But, the question still came up as to how long would this be going on.

The two of you went back to the elevator, going to the top of the building where most people were taking pictures. Luckily, the wind was a low speed and the smell wasn’t completely awful.

Tom found the right lighting, adjusting the settings on his camera between capturing your moments. He kept smiling just as you were and seeing you cover your face when you couldn’t think of another post to do.

He never gave himself the credit for the art he could see, let alone you want to admit a picture of yourself is art, but he could already imagine these shots in black and white and hung up one of his own pieces. A piece he knew he was proud of.

“Am I looking okay?” You asked him, trying to see the photos.

“No, no, I don’t want you deleting them if you hate them.” He smiled as he pulled away the camera.

You pouted, “Fine, but I trust you.”

When you walked back over to the view of the city, Tom continued to smile at the photos he took and thought that he had never seen someone so naturally beautiful in a scene with so much other things going on. You were the focus out of a city of thousands of people.

After the Empire State visit, Tom took you to a few department stores to find some clothes. It was something on your list of things to-do, so you didn’t mind browsing around and able to ask Tom for his opinion on what you should buy for the summer weather.

Stumbling upon a thrift store, the selection was huge and gave you hope to find a few pieces. Once you grabbed a few items– a nice sweater, a cute dress, and a few skirts– the two of you made your way to the private dressing rooms toward the back of the store. There were only three rooms, and no where to sit outside of them so, you invited Tom inside (because it wasn’t like it was nothing he hadn’t seen).

You modeled for him, not minding the echoing of the camera clicking, his lens pointed at the mirror while you stared at your profile and how the clothes fit you.

Tom’s phone vibrated, making you take his camera and you pointed it at him for once during the day. He glanced at a text and you captured a photo of him looking perfectly down at his phone, loving the detail to his freckled nose bridge and small grin.

“Just got a text, my friend, Olson, invited me to a party tonight.” Tom trailed, “Want to go?” He asked, looking up at you with him sat down and you hovering over him with the camera still in your hands.

“Only if you make a funny face.”

Tom stuck his tongue out, his eyes a bit wide and you pressed the button.

“Perfect…” You giggled, admiring the photo and the light shade of brown in his eyes.

You sat next to him, running through the photos he had taken throughout the day and holding back your comments. It wasn’t that the pictures were bad, but you just cringed at your own image. Tom’s hand run up your leg, hiking the dress you were still trying on, but he slowly got on his knees in front of you.

He was now lowered, hiking the ends of the short dress toward you. You pointed the camera at the mirror where Tom’s back was blocking what was between your legs. Tom pushed his head further down and pressed and curled the tip of his tongue inside your slit.

Your fingers weaved through the top of his head as he continued, surprising him at how calm you were being so he tried to dig his tongue deeper. A giggle left your lips, your back arching against the wall and all your frustrations going into gripping his curls.

You hissed, biting your bottom lip to hold back your moans. There was some satisfaction into knowing how fearless he was to show you that you were each other's cravings.

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Standing in the full body mirror, you turned to the side to see the way this dress fit. It wasn’t the same dress from earlier, but you still bought that one to cherish the memory.

You didn’t want it to keep hiking up, but it was pretty cute when Tom kept staring at your legs while sat on his bed. You turned on your chunky heels, walking over to him and seeing his head tilt back the closer you got.

“How do I look?” You asked, placing your hands on his shoulders.

His hands ran up the back of your thighs, over your bum then rested on your lower back.

“Fucking amazing.” He chuckled. His hands moved down to squeeze your ass then run over your thighs again.

He leaned down, his head tilting to the side before leaving wet kisses along your inner thigh. You giggled at his neediness, “We don’t have time. We have to get a cab soon.” You pouted.

“I can be quick. You know that.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t get cocky now.”

Tom chuckled against your skin, leaving a small love bite but eventually pulled your dress back down. He didn’t want to give in just yet, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t want to bend you over right there like he had in the dressing room just to watch your face contort as his cock thrusted into your tight walls.

Your pussy ached from his teasing, wishing he could taste his own theory of being able to make you cum in seconds. Although you felt uncomfortable between your legs, barely able to stand, you knew he would cave in at some point of the night. It was always him and you loved it.

As you went downstairs, the two of you were arm in arm walking outside to catch a cab. Once one of many yellow cars stopped, Tom let you slide in first then shut the door once he was in too. Within the few seconds of the ride, his head kept running up and down your knee and sneaking up the end of your dress. You could have swatted his hand away, pleading that you didn’t want him to have his hands on you– that wasn’t the case in this moment.

Tom tested his limits. He moved his hand up more and you welcomed that by spreading your legs. With the barrier and sliding window between you two and the driver gave you more privacy, Tom seemed to be more adventurous. That damn smirk painted on his lips as his two fingers ran over your panties, feeling the wet spot where you cunt is. He circled them around your clit, watching your hand grip the door’s arm rest.

You blinked a few times, but his eventually pulled them to the side. You leaned back a bit, keeping an eye on the rearview mirror where the cab driver was keeping his eyes on the road. Trying to keep a straight face, Tom curled his two fingers inside you and moved against the spongy part deep inside your cunt. As he picked up the pace, you could hear your juices pumping in and out of your pussy as a tightness coiled in your lower belly.

“God…” You whispered, saying it under your breath.

Tom still looked forward, appearing like the two of you weren’t speaking, but he felt your climax coming from how your pussy clenched against his fingers. Your eyes squeezed together, jaw clenched tight as you held back every feeling to let go, but Tom quickly pulled his hand away.

You gave him side-eye, pouty from him taking his hand back, but you bit your lip at him placing the two same fingers inside his mouth. He sucked on them quickly, as if he was eating the last of a dessert, and smiled to himself when he tasted your sweetness.

Flustered and heated, you inhaled a shaky deep breath. You pulled the bottom of your dress back down, suddenly twitching at the overwhelming aching between your legs. You wish you could rub your clit right now, knowing you would only need to roll your fingers over it a few times. Nevertheless, you decided to put your frustration into getting back at Tom. Enough for him to regret.

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At the party, the two of you entered through the open door. The setting was a loft, low lighting and people wearing those cheap neon bracelets and necklaces. Tom immediately spotted some of his friends by the self-serving bar and he took your hand to guide you through the crowd.

“Hey mates, this is Y/N.” Tom introduced you, barely making out his own friends faces from how dark it was.

“Nice you meet you.” You said a bit loud so they could hear you.

“You’re one of Tom’s childhood friends, right? Tell us all the secrets.” One of his friends, Olson, teased. His dark brown curls were long, a bit grown out like Tom used to have.

“No secrets, he’s unapologetically himself. A bit serious.” You joked, feeling comfortable with his group.

Tom smiled at how you could just put yourself out there and get along with his friends here. He was weary about how you’d get along only because it was like his two worlds colliding, but he eventually wanted you to meet them— hoping they wouldn’t tell you anything about what he’s said about your “relationship”.

Just as any party went on, you and Tom were two drinks in and dancing to the loud music with everyone else. After straying from the fun and teasing conversations, you both found yourselves searching for a room to be more private in. Tom’s hands were on your waist as you tried to open the few doors until both of you saw someone walk out of the bathroom.

Quickly slipping in, you and Tom didn’t take it your time slowly. He pressed your back against the cool door, his hand fiddling to lock the door. You held his face as he propped you up on the granite counter.

His hands gently pushed apart your thighs, hiking up the end of your dress for him to see your lace panties. Your back comfortably rested against the mirror, your one hand running through his wild curls and harshly tug on them and the other pressed against the wall.

Tom left slow and wet kisses on your right inner thigh while one hand ran up and down your left thigh. Your clit was starting to tighten, clenching around nothing just from Tom’s teasing and you wanted to beg.

As he pressed his lips against your clothed slit, he felt how wet you still were. Tom slid his tongue up to get a taste of your cum which made him smirk between your legs. He couldn’t help but pull them to the side, so harshly that he ripped the seam. Tom spit on your throbbing pussy lips, leaning in and sucking your swollen clit then flicking his tongue between your slit.

You panted, pursing your lips as you watch him, “God, yes! Eat my fucking pussy like that, Tommy.”

Your words encouraged him, the pace of his tongue going faster and making your eyes roll back. He took his time with your clit and sucked with his lips fully around it. He loved watching your face contort as he flicked your bud with his tongue and your hips jolted, trying to buck against his tongue.

Just when you thought you could cum right there, he quickly pushed his two fingers inside your tight cunt. You moaned, caressing your own breasts as he curled them, but his pace was much faster than in the cab. He pumped them incredibly fast, feeling your pussy clenching around them and listening to your whiny moans to keep going.

His fingers went knuckle deep in your slit, trying to maintain his fast pace before Tom pulled them out and quickly rubbed your clit with the same fingers.

You groaned, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” You surrendered.

A burst of your wetness squirted from your pussy, running down the counter and your inner thighs. Your legs violently shook as Tom kept rubbing before pushing his face back in to taste your pussy and clit once more. He had to keep your legs apart with his hands because of how much they were shaking, still orgasming from how hard you came and his tongue back to work.

You caught your breath, sweat against your forehead and your throat sore from your heavy breathing. Tom came back up to your head, pressing your tongues together and tasting your cum. It was a slow kiss compared to the roughness you both got into, but you knew it was just a short break.

“You want to cum again? Huh, fucking slut gonna fucking cum for me.” He trailed against his lips.

You nodded, “Yes, make me cum again, Tommy.”

He was motivated just from your little nickname.

Tom took a step back, unbuckling his belt and quickly pulling down his jeans and boxers. His dick sprung right up, hitting his lower abdomen and you bit your lip at how full and thick his cock was. He pumped his hand a few times, coating his length in pre-cum before gliding his tip against your incredibly wet slit.

Your toes curled just at his teasing, painfully glaring as he continued to stroke his tip against your clit. You weren’t going to beg just yet, but you were at least on the verge of doing it if this lasted any longer.

Tom smiled at the neediness written across your face, your eyebrows furrowed and lip between your teeth. He stepped back toward you and spread your legs without warning, gliding his cock once more against your pussy.

You leaned your head back as his cock thrusted inside your tired, worn-out pussy. His length was so big, stretching your slit out as he stilled his hips. Tom licked his lips, watching him bottom out inside you and letting out a low groan once his lower body pressed against yours. That’s how close you were in that moment, oddly feeling so intimate in that moment.

He wasn’t slow this time. Tom slammed his cock back inside you, letting you feel every inch of him enter your tight walls. You could only grip on your chest, running your thumbs over your nipples which doubled the pleasure that was coursing throughout your body.

“Ah, your cock is so… so big. Can barely fit in my pussy.” You whimpered, as if you could take the upper hand at this point. You were a complete mess.

“I’ll make you cum this time. Only if you scream my name when you do. Huh?” He lowly chuckled against your ear, squeezing his hands on your hips to bring them closer to him.

Tom watched his cock pull out of your pussy, groaning at his whole length coated in your thick cum. With just the tip inside your slit, your left hand reached down to stroke him while your right hand still pulled at your nipple. You felt how slick his cock was, not surprised how bad you wanted him.

“Please, I need your cock, baby.” You trailed. Your eyes gazed into his, looking bigger and more desperate, making Tom move his hands down under your thighs and lifting your legs higher.

Your back slouched more, basically staring up at him as he put your legs over each of his shoulders. Your pussy lips were plump and hot, a string of your own cum running down to your asshole, but Tom collected it on the tip of his cock then teased your slit once more. Stroking his dick back and forth, your ankles by his ears, just before he slid back into you at a much slower pace.

You took every inch in, even twitching once he bottomed out. His thrusts were very rough, pushing his cock as much as he could and hitting your g-spot each time. Tom picked up a rhythm once he felt his dick twitching inside you, anticipating to cum deep inside you. Your skins slapped together each thrust, quicker and quicker, more deep than you think he could possibly go.

“Tommy, Tommy, Ah! I’m gonna cum.” You moaned over the muffled music, “Fuck, I wanna cum so bad, Tommy.”

Beads of sweat trailed down Tom’s temples, his eyes going back and forth from watching your face contort from your pleasure and your pussy. He grunted toward his high, but he suddenly stopped in his thrusts.

It confused you, but he quickly pushed your legs down before he pulled you closer to him by your lower back. Your ass shifted on the sink counter, basically on the edge, before Tom shifted his cock back into your tight slit. The closeness made a tingle go up your spine, with your chest against his and sharing a kiss between each time he bucked his hips.

You moaned against his lips, barely able to move them when he picked up his fast pace. You gasped a few times, your head dropping as your pussy clenched around his cock then quickly throwing your head back.

Neither of you could produce words to explain the euphoria coursing through your bodies, only pants between you two as you stood still and held each other. You left a soft kiss on his cheek before pulling away, Tom immediately pressing his forehead against yours to savor the moment. Your hand ran down his shoulder, running down his sweaty body and lightly scratching your nails down his abdomen.

Oddly in that moment, you could say you loved him. Not the “I love you” that would casually come out at when he did something to make you laugh, like an “I love you” that was more than words. You gulped from that feeling so you refrained from them leaving your lips, instead pulling away from him.

The two of you hadn’t had an intense moment like that in years, almost wondering if this was as good as it gets. Both of you didn’t want to doubt that either, but it was a lot that you didn’t speak for the few seconds it took you to get dressed again.

As Tom pulled his shirt back down, he glared at you examining your neck in the mirror. Darker shaded marks already formed compared to your skin tone, gulping and hoping no one would say anything or think differently of you when you walk back out.

“Are you okay?...I didn’t hurt you or anything, right?” He asked, as if it was your first time again.

You smiled, glancing at him in the reflection before turning around, “No, no. Just rougher than usual, but I would have said if I didn’t like it.”

A shy chuckle left his smile, but he glanced back up at you, “You know I love you, right?”

What did he mean by that, you thought.

“I-I love you too…” You trailed, not even sure if you meant it the way he meant it.

You quickly walked away from him, and Tom’s confidence fell short in that instance. After opening the bathroom door, the next couple wanting their own privacy walked past Tom to go in. Tom, trailing right behind you,saw the party had only gotten bigger and his friends were still by the corner.

As you went toward the bar, Tom went back over to his friends and he wanted to flush away the embarrassment he was feeling in his face. He had only wondered if he did something wrong.

“Nice hair.” Olson commented.

Tom smiled, trying to run his hands over and through it.

“Mate, we were just talking about Paris and we don’t know if you’re in or not.” The other friend, Mark, brought up, his drink almost empty so he sipped the little bit left.

“Uh, not sure.”

“You need to make up your mind. Offer from the director guy still stands until next week. It’s a good paying gig for a few months, then you come back here and buy a less crapper place to bring your friend to.” Olson teased.

“I don’t really know if I can afford France right now. I have a lot going on.”

“Well, we think you should try. At least think about it and don’t shut it down. Besides, the girls already follow you on Instagram. They’ll be all over you if that’s the issue.” Mark joked.

“I don’t need a girl either…” Tom commented, then twisting his lips, “I think I’ll go. Paris wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” Tom, obviously flustered, trailed.

Unknowing to him, you were already behind him once the conversation got serious. You heard about France, you heart about models, you just heard the whole thing and Tom hadn’t even mentioned it. All you could do, without embarrassing him or yourself in front of his friends, is fake a smile.

So, this was it, you guessed.

♡ ♡ ♡

The walk home was silent. A bit too silent if you asked Tom. Maybe you were tired, or you were just getting homesick. One thing neither of you did, and what you desired the most, is to read each other’s minds, because in moments like this, it would be nothing but help.

Just as Tom was going to ask, after contemplating for a few minutes, about what was wrong, you finally just said—

“I didn’t know about Paris.”

Tom quickly turned his head to you, worried when you didn’t look back at him.

“Y/N, it’s undecided–”

“No, I heard you say that you were thinking about going…” You sighed, “You know I’m not mad about you going, but you… didn’t tell me?” You rhetorically spurted.

“I was going to, but we were having a nice time. I wanted you to have a good time. How was I supposed to just tell you I might up and move again when I want to be in one place.” Tom quickly retorted.

Both of you stopped walking, and you nodded, “You just tell me, Tom? I mean, I didn’t think that there was ever anything that we didn’ tell each other these days.”

Tom nodded, “It just didn’t cross my mind right now because we’re having fun. I’ve been looking forward to you coming for weeks now. I promise, we’ll talk about it later.” He pleaded, not wanting you to get the wrong idea.

“Later or never? I’m confused on what you want… what even are we? We’re acting like teenagers again and… How long can we keep up something like this. I tell you that ‘I love you’ and lately it’s getting so fucking hard to know what kind of love I feel for you. Like.. is it worth it to love you if what’s going on between us is temporary.”

Tears were lining Tom’s waterlines, “I think that too… I felt like I messed up things tonight and almost everyday.” He vented, “I love you too, and I don’t know what we are either, but I know I don’t want to let it go. Not right now or ever.”

“Then what do you want?” You desperately asked, the stress gnawing away on your insides.

Tom fell silent. It was like all the words in the world to describe his feelings had been erased from his mind. He was frustrated too, almost in disbelief that you didn’t think he was into you, but his silence was too much for you.

You gulped, “Let’s just go to bed.” You said before opening the lobby door.

Tom stood there for a few seconds, contemplating about what he had done (or even what hadn’t he done), but truthfully, he was exhausted. Tom wanted to assume it would be nothing in the morning, yet this felt like one of those fights you couldn’t come back from– he could only pray that night it was just a bad thought.

♡ ♡ ♡

Your eyes fluttered open to the dawn of the day. A low light peaked through before the bright sun was coming over the horizon, eerily feeling like it was the end of a dull rainy day. But, it wasn’t the predicted weather that made you sad but rather the thought of you and Tom losing your friendship.

He always told you beforehand when he was going somewhere, and now he didn’t even acknowledge the thought. You were in denial of the jealousy in your veins, coursing like a constant river that no dam could restrain.

Maybe he’s moving on, You thought. Words you didn’t want to say out loud.

It’s apart of the no relationship and sex spoken agreemen to not have feelings. But, this feeling was doing nothing than eating you up from the inside out, like something was prickling inside every body part.

A few seconds later, Tom was rolled over on the other side of the bed and staring at his front door across the room. He hated when you two fought which was rare, especially when it came to defining what you were. The only time there were any major arguments was during high school, when you were both juvenile and immature (at least you thought you had become more mature with time).

Complicated as it was, everything seemed to be fine until that news came up to you last night. What made him upset more was that he wanted to tell you at some time of you being here, but Tom also had his doubts that you would want to leave and move on. It was the feeling of not wanting to close a chapter when you know the end is coming to a book. There could have been a million ways of it ending, but this wasn’t one of the ideal ones.

“Y/N?” Tom asked in his groggy tone.

You refused to roll over, not wanting to give him any satisfaction. You wanted to be angry, but it was hard since you were never mad at him.

“Can we talk?” He asked again.

Caving to the possible consequences, you rolled over and saw his pretty face. A face you struggled to be mad at, but you almost lightened up at the sight of his bright brown eyes.

“Yes?” You replied.

“Last night… It was messy. I don’t want to be like this. I want things to be okay again.”

“You didn’t answer my question last night, so you made it pretty obvious how you feel about me, Tom. This whole thing is a fling and I feel in and over my head right now.” You truthfully told him.

Tom could have never pictured those words leaving your mouth, but obviously you had been feeling this way for a while which hurt him since you were up in his head about how he’s expressing his own doubts and feelings.

“So, then you didn’t think this was serious either? Like, this whole time I was stringing you around for sex?”

You sat up, “I’m not arguing with you right now, Tom. Frankly, I don’t even want to be with you right now.” You said out of spite.

“What? You give up like that? I’m trying to have a conversation–”

“No! You’re talking at me, and I’m confused and annoyed by all this. It’s like we don’t know each other anymore and it’s just sad.” You scoffed as you walked to your suitcase toward the couch, kneeling down and tossing your clothes in.

Tom sighed, “What are you doing?”

“I’m packing a few things. Sorry, I don’t want to be somewhere where I’m exactly feeling welcomed.”

“Why do you get the last say, huh? Where was all these emotions and talks any other time we talk?”

“Well it’s not like you were saying anything to me either.” You sneered back, “Maybe we… don’t know or understand each other like we used to.”

Tom stood in front of you, both of you with defensive positions and silence filling the room again.

“Yeah… Maybe we don’t anymore.” He replied.

And just like that, you left his apartment with no other notice as to where you’d head off to.

♡ ♡ ♡

It had been a week since you retreated from New York after the huge argument. After a grueling time at the airport, a mixture of crying and getting stuffed over snacks, you were eager to be on the plane.

At the same time, you hadn’t heard from Tom, and it took a toll on you more than you thought. Noticing the “Last seen” on your Instagram message to him, bothered by being the last person to text him in the messages– it was like he was suddenly a ghost.

You didn’t mope around that whole week either, trying to forget Tom once you piled your workload back on and stayed at your desk for hours to even think about him with a tired brain. Still, there was an emptiness you felt by not having to check your phone every other minute. TV shows and movies weren’t the same. Eating your favorite snacks didn’t taste the same. Even going on car rides and listening to music felt pointless. Everything was a bit gray and gloomy (like London weather).

Just as any other weekend went, you planned to watch a movie, regardless of how boring or corny it may be, and have a snack you picked up at the corner store. After getting your two favorite fluffy blankets from the closet, there was a few knocks on the front door. You thought it was the neighbor asking about their cat or a person trying to sell you something, but instead you were met with the face you least expected to see.

Tom turned with a small smile, “Hey…”

“H-Hi.” You nodded, thinking it was a dream.

“So, I know we haven’t spoken in a week, but I um- I didn’t like Paris.” He summarized.

You pressed your lips together, “Oh… sorry about that.”

“You know why I didn’t like it?” He asked, a bit jokingly.

You replied with another shy nod.

“Because I didn’t have someone who would make fun of the snooty French people there in a silly accent.” He chuckled, his hands in his pockets, “And… I didn’t have someone who wanted to go to those sites because they saw it in a book or a map and just thought about going there than just looking it up on their phone… I didn’t have you, Y/N.”

“Well, I think you’re being a bit dramatic.” You joked, “But, I did miss having some guy in my life that is always the life of the party and knows how to make me laugh without even saying anything.”

Tom hugged you tight, almost squeezing you too tight. He was more than happy to be with you again, just as you held him with your arms around his back and your head nuzzled by his head.

“I’m sorry I made you choose.” You sniffled.

“You didn’t… I had to make a choice and I want us to be… us. Together…” He trailed, pulling back to see your face. His thumb brushed over the tear hanging on your cheek bone, cupping your cheek before kissing you.

It was as if a new timer restarted on both your lives; one that wouldn’t need to stop.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x female reader #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland smut #tom holland angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland x y/n #tshwritersnet

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yourtouchismidas · 11 months

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Ok sorry I just submitted the 🍃 blurb without reading that you were re-opening blurbs for George only, is this for RG verse or other? Because maybe you could do like Gigi phoning George to look after her if she's tried drugs or weed for the first time and is freaking out, because she's too scared to tell her parents.

no worries at all, i'm combining this with your first message and doing something in between!

gigi has been with her friends in the park. they're nice friends, good friends, but she is sixteen and they are all curious. they want to try it. and one of the boys has managed to pick up. one of them is a smoker so he knows how to roll, and then they all sit there staring at the joint like, what do we do now?

"gigi you're dad's a bit of a druggo isnt he?" one of the boys says, "you go first."

"he was," gigi says, hitting him playfully, knowing its a joke. they all love matty, the boys being slightly scared of him, especially the one who fancies gigi and wants to make a move. "but he quit hard stuff ages ago and weed when i was too young to remember really. so i dont fucking know."

eventually, one of them lights it, and they take turns toking, the smoker teaching the others how to make sure they take it back into their lungs. they cough and splutter and laugh, but start to feel the effects of it, heads tingling, thoughts hazing, everything becoming funny. gigi feels that too. until she sees someone across the park looking at them. what does he want. does he know they're high. and underage. is he looking at just her. does she know him.

her whole body goes hot as panic rushes through her. her heart starts beating in her chest. the guy who was staring moves on. but she cant shake it. she looks around at the empty park, terrified someone else is gonna come.

"guys," she manages to whisper, "guys i'm freaking out."

"oh shit," one of her friends says, one of the girls who wasnt really feeling anything, but just pretending to to fit in with the vibe. the others are all laughing. telling her to calm down. saying its fine. she starts breathing heavy and then they take notice. someone gives her a sip of coke for sugar but it doesnt work. her friend tells her when to breathe in and out.

"please call someone," gigi says, in between breaths. her head is swirling.

"your dad?"

"no!" she says quickly, she passes them her phone. "call my uncle please. my uncle george."

george turns up about half an hour later in an SUV, with dark sunglasses on. gigi has calmed down since they called, just feeling better knowing that he was coming. the other kids stare at him, this aging rockstar, and whisper to gigi to ask he will get them in trouble.

"course not. it's why i called george," she says.

he has hopped out the car and is walking over and she walks to meet him. he opens his arms and she falls into them. smelling the comforting smell of his washing powder and cigarettes.

"you okay kiddo?"

"yeah," she says, pulling back and looking at him.

"scared me," he says. then he nods at her friends as a greeting. they all stared, open mouthed, in awe. he still looks effortlessly cool, even nearing fifty, still as much a rockstar as ever.

"i was panicking," she says, "but i'm feeling better now."

"yeah," george says, sticking a cigarette in his mouth, "that will happen. you guys all alright?"

gigi's friends nod and say yes, and thank you, while george bobs his head.

"what you smoked?"

"just weed," one of the boys says.

george laughs, "yeah i know that. i mean kind. and what dealer?"

they shrug. they dont know what kind. they tell him what the dealer looked like.

"oh god," george says, puffing on his smoke, "dont use him. you want weed gus," he turns to gigi, "you come to me okay?"

"really? even with matty..."

"yeah, you need matty's permission first."

gigi rolls her eyes. "he's gonna kill me, george, you know that."

"yeah," george says, "but he's not gonna be happy with me either. so let's go. face him together."

he nods towards the car and gigi waves to her friends and hops in. she giggles when george starts driving, picturing the way her dad is going to yell at her, her mum and shay's concerned looks, the babies clamouring around her asking what weed is and crying that its not fair gigi got some and they didnt.

"what you laughing at?" george says.

"i dont really know, i'm about to get bollocked," she says, spluttering.

"yeah, that'll happen too," george says. soon he is laughing at her laughing. and both of them can't stop.

matty appears at the doorstep after seeing george's car roll up and gigi in the window.

"what's gone on here?" he says. he comes closer and holds gigi's face so he can get a better look at her red eyes.

"skunk," george says, and the two of them both try to hold back laughter.

"george?! you gave my daughter..."

"no no no, not me. sorry. should've been more clear. she did it with her friends and was panicking a little so i picked her up."

matty's eyes widen. he frowns. he's mad. oh he's mad.

"get in the house," he snaps, pointing to the open door behind him.

"right, i'll get going then," george says.

"nope. you too. in," matty says.

"it was gigi who did it," george says, pouting like a child.

"yeah and what good examples i've had," she says, and then her and george both start laughing.

"in. now." matty says. they go. george says as he is passing, "you need to teach her how to pick good stuff." which earns him a slap on the back of the head.

#ruins #ruins behind the scenes #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy #matty healy x y/n #the 1975 fanfic #dad!matty #george daniel #george daniel fanfiction #drug mention #weed mention #tw: panic attack

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hopelesswrites · 1 year

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Making Plans - Joseph Quinn

Questioning your relationship with Joe and planning for your future

No serious warnings :)

You would for sure call what you had with Joe a situationship. What started out as casual turned a little less casual then he started travelling so it fell into the realm of casual again but the feelings stayed there. All your friends teased you, calling Joe your boyfriend when in reality you didn’t really know yourself. You spoke daily, he would stay at your place for days before going back to his for a night. You held hands walking down the street, he would greet you with a kiss, yet you hadn’t disclosed what the relationship was, and it was confusing.

Here you sat with Joe on your couch worrying over what you were. I mean it was clear as day, you had your head in his lap while he ran his fingers through your hair reading a book. You were both in your underwear, having a casual lazy Sunday. Surely you were in a relationship, but there was that little bit of doubt in your mind. A pain in your chest that would not go away whenever you thought of the man.

“You okay?” He spoke above you, his hand stopping its movement as he looked over his book and at you who had stopped playing tiktoks on your phone and been staring at the ceiling for the past fifteen minutes.

You met his gaze, the pain in your heart only growing stronger. “I’m fine”

He didn’t believe you.

His eyes didn’t leave your face, instead a frown formed creating deep lines between his eyebrows. You hated that look on him.

“Tell me what it is” He was stern, wasn’t playing around today, you could tell.

“I just-“ You stopped before you could begin, feeling the lump in your throat form and the water start to brim your eyes. You sat up abruptly holding your head in your hands away from Joe so he couldn’t see you cry. You didn’t want to cry, he was going to get everything that’s troubling you out tonight and you didn’t want him to know it had made you cry. You were close with Joe, so so close, but you were both rarely vulnerable with each other. It was a boundary that hadn’t been crossed, you expect part of what had stumped your relationship.

“Hey, come here, what’s wrong?” Joe cooed, scooping you up in his arms and sitting you in his lap. He knew you were crying, you couldn’t hide it.

“Hey sweetheart” Joe tried again, your wet face hiding in the crook of his neck, “Can you talk to me?”

“I just don’t want to lose you” You sobbed, partly hoping that the crying would muffle your words, you weren’t ready for this conversation.

“Lose me?” Joe grabbed your head pulling you away so he could see you. More tears flooded your eyes once you looked at his sad face.

“Why would you lose me? I’m not going anywhere.”

You hiccupped interrupting your next words. “ When you move on from me, find someone else”

Joes frown deepened, “There isn’t anyone else for me., baby I thought we were on the same page?”

You shook your head in response, not trusting your voice right now.

“I didn’t realise you felt this way, how long have you been worrying about this?”

You took a deep breath, calming yourself down. “The whole time”

Joe chuckled, “Here I was thinking we were in a relationship, was going to ask you to move in when I get the new place”

This new revelation fired something in you, had you doubting your own feelings, the ones that got you here to begin with. “I don’t know if I want that”.

“You don’t?” Joe asked, looking disappointed.

“We’ll we’ve never discussed it, I’ve got my own plans I cant just move in with you”

“I guess we never did discuss anything” Joe agreed. “What are your plans then? Tell me and we can work it all out.”

“You want to work around my plans?” You asked receiving a small smile from the man in front of you.

“Of course I do, baby”

“I want to own my own house, not now but in the future, I don’t want to just live in someone else’s house” you began. “And I need to finish uni, I want to get my degree” Joe nodded along as you listed off your life goals. “I want to travel, but not your type of travel where it’s for work, I want to explore and see the world”.

Joe smiled, his hand coming up to push the hair that had fallen in your face back. “I want those things for you” He said, his hand resting on the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek bone comfortingly.

“I want you to own your own house, I want to be with you while it happens, I want to help you in any way. And I want you to finish your degree, you’re so close now I can’t wait to see you graduate. And I want to travel with you, I want to do the touristy things you want to do, I want it all for you and with you”

You blinked away your remaining tears, the swell of love in your chest replacing the pain you felt before.

“And I want you to be with me when I buy my house, I want it to be perfect for you too. I want it to be our house”.

“Our house” you whispered, testing the sound of it on your tongue.

Joes smile grew, “Yes, our house, so stop sulking and let’s keep planning our life together hm?”

The feeling in your chest was ten times stronger than the pain you felt previously. It was so strong and so all consuming that all you could do was pull Joe into a big hug and squeeze. He responded by squeezing back, understanding that all you needed was that right now. You suddenly felt completely in sync with him, like all you were missing was this context and everything felt alright. You had Joe, he was your boyfriend, your life partner, your plans aligned and you were going to be okay.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn fanfic #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction #Joe Quinn #joe quinn fanfic #fanfic #angst #fem!reader

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dylansslutt · 2 years

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i can’t go on without you/ j.m

based of kaleo song : cant go on without you

warnings; drugs/alc, fluff, sexual harrasment kinda and fighting. nothing too bad more

in my drafts and wanna post more so ig enjoy

you and jj fought really bad, leading to yalls breakup. but can you really go on without eachother?

“oh so it’s my fault? huh, for him talking to me.” you glare a the boy. “real funny coming from the person who flirts with any girl he gets a fuckin’ chance with.” you grab your bag, stuffing it with any of the stuff you see visible.

“i never talked to my ex!” his anger was radiating the room, tension evident. “i am so sick of this shit. i didn’t fucking do anything, and you never fucking asked me about anything! you always assume the worst, its not fucking fair. i love you! i fucking love you and this is how you treat me?”

your chest heaves as you stop for a second after your outburst, all the realization hitting you. jj’s stance was angry, his glare harsh and not normal.

“this is your fault! i didn’t do shit but love you, but you give me no reason to trust you.” you stare into his eyes, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“if you can’t trust me after being together over a year; then we need to just break up.” you bit your lip, hoping he just apologizes. saying this was a fight and yall can get in bed and cuddle. but it never came, his lip quivers.

“you’re right. you should probably just leave.” you nod, biting your tongue to feel any pain other than the way your chest felt. you turn allowing your hair cover your eyes, you grab your bag. you let out a shaky breath turning back to the boy who was also crying.

“well, i love you. hope you find someone that makes you happy.” you let out a bitter laugh, praying for this to be a terrible nightmare. you walk past him but he grabs your arm. “one more hug?”

you turn back, allowing his embrace drown you. you both held eachother for a good minute, he pulls back staring at you. his hands cup your cheeks, pulling you both into a short deep kiss.

“i love you too. but i just don’t know what else to do.” you roll your eyes, storming out of the room. you ignore the pogues walking straight out of john b’s house.

over a whole year, you spent loving him. you let him semi-move in with you, crashed at john b’s with him, spent any money you had on him. you never lied and you never tried to be shady. he said he loved you but gave up so quick.

you broke down after you got in the car. you have been hurt plenty of times, but this was nothing of the same. you were heartbroken, and you know this was for real. not no running back shit either, you were both over. it fucking kills.

later that night you hit up barry for a sack, you’ve been sober for awhile but tonight was different. you needed to numb the pain. you were already drunk when you pulled up to barry’s.

you walk in seeing barry on the couch, rafe and topper beside him. “bee!” his nickname for you travels the room, he called you queen bee or bee for short.

“barry.” you ignored the eyes of the kooks, sitting down beside barry. you pass over $50, “been a fucked day. fuck with me.”

he examines your state of being, your eyes puffy and red. he doesn’t say anything, just gets up to go get it ready. you glance down at your phone, the unchanged wallpaper of you and jj displayed across the screen.

you turn it off, looking up at the boys. “wouldn’t expect to see you here.” topper spoke up softly. you nod, “ditto.” it went silent again.

“you good?” rafe looked at you, almost concerned. you nod, “just a long day.” all your answers were short. you didn’t wanna talk, you wanted to cry. you had a image to uphold, and it kept getting harder with each minute.

barry came back in before they could speak again, “here ya go lil’ lady.” you stood up snatching the baggie. “thanks barry, see ya later.” with that you left. you went back home and sat in your room getting drunk, doing lines, and crying to sad music.

you didn’t stop until you heard your parent’s getting up for work, resulting to you sitting in the dark on your phone until you could finally shut your eyes.

the next day was harder, you couldn’t text your bestfriend . you had to create a new schedule that didn’t involve jj.

the day after that you were listening to any bad bitch song, trying to appear okay. you finally told your parents you both split up, them keeping quiet saying they supported you though.

text from the pogues came in, you ignored them. you bought from barry more often, drinking alone in your room.

when friday came around, you decided upon going to a party with sarah cameron. topper’s girlfriend, rafe cameron’s sister.

topper and sarah picked you up around 7, you already pregamed some coke and 5 shots into your system. yet you never mentioned anything of that night at barrys as you sat in the backseat, talking when spoken too.

pulling up to the party, you and sarah made way inside. “let’s do some shots bitch!” sarah cheers, you giggle nodding. you both did a few shots before getting split up.

you made your way around the place looking for a bathroom. you felt your self stop, your heart racing at the sight in front of you. jj flirting with a random girl, them two all over each other.

his hands on her waist, hers around his shoulders. he really is moving on huh?

you stumble backwards, turning to leave the scene. you make way outside, the fresh air hitting your cheeks. you try to control your breathing as you stare out into the water.

“you okay?” the voice made you jump, rafe stood behind you. “y-yeah. just needed a minute.” you wipe your cheeks without him seeing, turning back to him. he held a unopened beer in his hand, you motion towards it.

“you gonna drink that?” he glances down, “oh uh-no.” he passes it over. you open it taking a sip. “thanks, rafe.”

what you didn’t see was jj staring at you and rafe’s interaction, anger spreading through him like a wild fire. he left before he saw you leave rafe alone.

after the party you went home, you were really drunk. you did a few lines, before you couldn’t hold back. you dialed jj’s number.

no answer. you dialed again, it rang three times until someone picked up. “helloo?” a girls voice giggled through the phone, “who is it?” jj’s voice rang through the background.

you hung up. you threw your phone away from you as you leaned back against your headboard, crying into your pillow. your heart ached, he didn’t love you. he just didn’t wanna be tied down.

“ so stupid.” you repeated to yourself.

kie blew your phone up. repetitively. after the third call you answered.

“hello?” you just woke up. her voice boomed through the device, “okay i’ve let this go on too far. its been a week, since you spoke to me or anyone. either you are coming over or i am.”

you groan, “i just woke up, jesus women.”

“its 2:15 girl.” you pull the phone away, squinting at the time. she was correct, “it’s been a long night.”

she humms, “i bet. get you ass over here and meet me at john b’s.”

you rub your eyes, “not if he’s there.”

“he won’t be. promise.” you debated, internally losing. “see you in 20.”

you were scared she lied, you didn’t wanna face jj. not today atleast, you attempted to look good just incase though. some makeup, a cute holter top with shorts. you pulled into the driveway not seeing anyone yet.

you bit your lip, making your way up to the house. you opened the door slowly, “hello?”

“finally!” kie screams, rushing forward to hug you. “i know..” you hug back.

pope and john b hug you after, “missed ya’, y/n/n.” john b ruffled your hair. you sat on the couch, “so what y’all doin’ today?”

kie giggled, “taking the boat out today, you bring your suit right?” you nod, showing your strap. “come on, i know better than not come prepared.”

you felt awkward, not having your partner in crime with your friends. especially when your friends are his, you kinda prayed he showed up, rekindling things. yet, you knew he’s moved on with other girls. literally.

you go to the bathroom before you guys head out, you sneakily do a line without anyone knowing. you leave the bathroom, everyone already outside.

“dude, you can’t be here.” popes voice pleaded. the others make an agreement as you hear the one and only speak.

“you’re my fuckin’ friends. what the fuck bro?” jj voice rang out. the front door swung shut behind me, everyone’s eyes on me. funniest part was a girl was latched on to jj.

you bit your cheek and make ways towards everyone, “y/n, im so sorry. we did-”

you held your hand up to kie, turning towards the boy. “go ahead, i was just leaving.”

you didn’t even bother to wait for a response, you just walked off. it took one week for him to act like you weren’t shit. you spent a whole year with him just for it to be a waste.

you felt humiliated.

“wait. y/n/n.” he calls out after you. you stop and turn towards him, the glare making him slow down.

“y/n/n? you dont get to call me that anymore. you left remember? you are moving on, so just save the bullshit. i’m too fucking tired to deal with this shit.” you force yourself to breathe, to not get worked up.

you knew you looked like shit, you had dark circles, puffy eyes. he looked fine, happier almost. you felt pathetic, but you knew your worth... you just felt heartbroken.

“that’s not tru-”

you cut him off. “i dont care. decisions were made and you proved your point the minute we ended stuff. im serious jay, dont call me, dont text me. act like i never fucking existed like we have been doing.” you got into your car after that, leaving him behind.

him regretting everything.

you only went to hang with the pogues when he wasn’t around. news has been he’s always with a new girl. your nights spent anyway to numb the pain you felt. you tried hard to keep pushing forward, not to breakdown.

it was hard though, the only person you could come to about anything just doesn’t care anymore.

you slipped out the door, 11:14 pm showed across your phone screen. you had a bottle in your hand, your weed and papers stuffed in your hoodie. you alternated between your nicotine and vodka.

no destination in mind, just following the moon. you ended up near a spot you and jj tend to meet at. you giggle to yourself as the memories roll through your head.

you sat down at the rock, setting your stuff beside you. turning on soft, sad music; you rolled up a joint.

“didn’t expect to see you here.” you jumped almost losing your weed. your head whips around landing on the blue eyed boy.

“jj?”

“hey...” he trailed off. you move some of your stuff, allowing him to sit beside you. “i honestly can’t see straight. will you roll this?” you pass of the stuff to jj.

not noticing he was eyeing your state, extremely worried, “you okay?’

you shrug, hitting your vape. “im great.” you sarcastically spoke. you didn’t know what else to say, you were to drunk to care.

“i care about you, ya’ know.” he handed you back the now rolled joint. you hand him a lighter, allowing the roller to light the joint. “doesn’t seem like it.”

he passes you the joint, you inhale the smoke. you were trying so hard to keep it together, you still loved him. your focus maintained on the waves, one by one breaking along the sand.

“i fucked up.” his voice so soft, you barely caught what he said. you scoff, the rage you held was to the top its fucking lid. you stood staring down at the boy.

“yes, jj.. you did fuck up. i did nothing but love you. i learned everything about you, never leaving your side for over a year! what the fuck did you expect?”

his eyes widen at your outburst, he fidget with his fingers not speaking up.

“you thought the grass was greener on the other side, huh? that gives you no fucking right to try to say that shit when you blamed me.” you wanted to say yes. i want you back, let’s get back together.

you just couldn’t your heart was too broke; even jj couldn’t fix it.

“i can’t do this anymore...”

you grabbed all your stuff, not even bothering to finish that scene that just took place. you heard his voice call out behind you, but you didn’t care to turn around. you felt tears run down your cheek as you make your way to the chateau.

after the night, you made a decision. you were going to act and appear completely fine. fake it till you make it. you got into a routine, taking care of your appearance. you went out more, still silently doing coke. you were just coping.

or that’s what you were telling yourself.

you were going out tonight with sarah and kie, (who now messing around with john b and her and kie ended their drama) someone was throwing a house party. a girl you go to school with. the three of you stood in your room, getting ready.

“up or down?” kie held her hair. “up with some braids, i love when you do that.” you smirk, finishing your makeup.

“can you do that thing you do, the braid thing, to my hair?” you glance at sarah. she nods, “turn around.”

she quickly finishes your hair, as you pour out some shots.

“cheers bitch!”

you stepped through the door, taking a look around. a lot of people where here. “go to the kitchen!” sarah yells over the noise.

“where’s the kitchen? girl i haven’t been here before.” you stare at her confused. she lead you both to the kitchen, hands intertwined as you follow. sarah sets out some stuff from her purse.

“okay, miss marry poppins.” she rolled her eyes, pouring us a few shots. you threw back the drink, ready to just forget everything and be happy. you left the girls, desperate to find a bathroom.

“hey do you know where the bathroom is?” you asked some random boy who pointed down the hall. you smile at him, headed in that direction. you quickly open the door, just to let out a shriek.

two people almost near into sex, you slam the door shut. “can you two fuck somewhere else? i have to pee.” i yelled through the door. after a few shuffles and giggles, the door swung open. the two figures leaving, but not before you realized who it was.

jj fucking maybank with a girl he told you to never worry about.

his eyes look at yours with a look but you ignore it, shoving past them into the bathroom. after finishing up, you did a few lines. double checking yourself, proud of how pretty you looked. you step out the bathroom, heading to find the girls.

they were still in the kitchen, eyes landing on you. “oh my god, are you okay?” kie’s concerned tone made you roll your eyes. “i will be after a shot. cassidy hemmings though, really?”

sarah poured you one with a giggle handing it over, you throw it back before looking at the crowd around you. already feeling the effects of everything you pull the girls out towards where the music was.

you were throwing it back on sarah, giggling as kie danced in front of you. neither of yall noticed the attention you got, especially jj who watched with a deep feeling.

“since i-im single, im-imma find a boy to flirt with!” you giggle into kie, who rolls her eyes.

“to be honest, do it!” she yells over the music. sarah steps closer, “i think that’ll be easy.” she points at a few boys who’s eyes were already on yours.

you lean back on kie, laughter erupting from the girls. “anotha’ shot first please!” you walk behind the girls as yall squeeze through the crowd. a hand grips your arm stopping you.

you look up quickly, seeing the one and only rafe. “hey y/n.” he smiles down at you, but you slip out of his grasp.

“what are you doing here rafe?” you cross your arms staring up at him. he looks around, “the same reason you are.”

“but hey look,” he leans down closer to your ear. “do you have any umm...” he pulls back away, eyes hinting but you were’t dumb.

“it’ll cost you rich boy.” he rolls his eyes and nods. “meet me at the upstairs bathroom in 15 mins.” and with that you walk into the kitchen.

“there you are! where the fuck did you go?” kie exclaims, you roll your eyes dramatically.

“fighting off a goblin!” you grab the shot glass, throwing the liquor back. you finally drunk.

“oh god.” sarah gulps, eyes glued behind you. eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you turn around seeing a awful sight. jj and that girl making out. with that you storm upstairs seeing rafe, “get in!” motioning to the door, you close it and lock it behind you.

“woah you good?” he examines your state, pissed written clear as day on your face. a sarcastic smile toys on your lips,

“just peachy.” you pull out your vial of coke.

“gimme 20 and you can hit whatever.” a 20 is slipped into your palm as he lines out a few lines. you two sat in the silence for a second before you broke it,

“jj is out there making out with some random.” the confess left you as you lean down, hitting the line. rafe sniffles tilting his head back, “why don’t you just make him jealous?“

his words swirl your thoughts, a small smile creeps onto your face. “that’s a no go, he can be a slut.”

you weren’t gonna fall that easy, karma would come to him on it’s own. rafe finishes up the lines, you put the rest up not bothering to hit another one. you both stand up and look at each other, making sure we both looked non coked out. laughing softly, eyes staring into his.

“nice doin’ business with ya’, mister.” you shake his hand jokingly before opening the door. heading back downstairs you see beer pong has been made and kie and sarah are on their own team.

you head towards them with a smile, “hi loves.”

kie smacks my arm, “quit freaking disappearing on us!” you wince slightly, rubbing the sore spot.

“i can’t help it! now wheres the bottle sarah.” she points at her bag below the table, you reach down pulling out the bottle. you take a swig from the bottle, watching the girls play.

tired after 5 minutes, you grab her bag notifying her that you’ll be rolling up outside. “dont smoke without me!” kie yells out from behind, throwing up a sarcastic middle finger as a response.

not many people were outside, allowing you to take a seat at the table outside. deciding on pouring out a smaller shot, instead of taking another swig out the bottle. popping off your phone case pouring out some weed onto it, you start to grind it up.

everything in your mind right now was kinda peaceful, being drunk enough just to feel the goodbuzz. you pull out the rillo, splitting it and wasting the guts into the ashtray.

after a few minutes the blunt was rolled, and you were waiting. kie and sarah come out in giggles, “we won!” they sing song their achievements.

“your parents would be so proud, sit down and lets smoke!” you finally lit it up, inhaling the smoke. “im havin’ a good time.”

kie agrees with you, hitting the blunt another time before passing it. you throw back the shot you poured out, handing the bottle to sarah.

The door swings open behind, and jj stumbles out with now pope around him. Before kie could even question what the hell was happening jj he off into a drunken rant.

“A-and she just acted like I wasn’t there, dude.” The words slurred but yet hit your attention. Neither of them noticed us yet, pope only patting his back walking him further.

“Well you did break up with her jj, man you shouldn’t have drank so much.” Before he was left with him you shot up.

“Pope!” His eyes widened at the sight of you three. “Guys? Why the hell did I come get him if y’all were here?”

He pushes jj down on an empty chair as kie explains the situation. “JJ.” I mutter pulling a water bottle out my bag, opening it for him.

His eyes squint, “y/n?”

“Yea, it’s me. Drink this water you are drunk as a skunk.” Pushing the water bottle in his hands, motivating him to drink some. He gulps some of it down as you glance over seeing Sarah watching you two.

Leaning back in your seat, you wipe your face. “Just one night, one night! All I asked…” you grumbled to yourself before grabbing the half empty water bottle before standing up and pouring the rest in his face.

JJ shot up real quick angrily glaring at anyone near, eyes landing on me. “What the fuck?”

“Yes, what the fuck? You drug popes ass out here to come get your overly drunken ass, including me still helping you after you had some other girl on your side! You need to seriously get your shit together.”

With that you grab the empty bottle and your bag, walking away from the scene. stepping through the door, you turn around the hallway corner bumping into something.

the cold sticky substance that was in the person’s cup fills inside your shirt and bra, your eyes shooting up. daggers made way into rafe’s eyes, “oh shit, y’n my bad.”

you shake your head, snatching the nearest towel or blanket you could find. “it’s fine rafe,” your voice cracks, keeping your gaze down and focused on trying to clean as much as possible.

“y/n.” his hands stop your frantic wiping, you try to avoid his gaze and not focus on anything. “are you okay?”

the worst question he could ever ask. the tears instantly fell down your cheeks as you push pass rafe, “im sorry- i cant.” moving through the rest of the crowd, finally stepping out and onto the porch. stepping down a few stairs your knees give out, sitting down and leaning against the wall.

the fresh air hit your face but the tears wouldn’t stop, instead you try to make yourself invisible and small.

everything hurt and you just wanted one night, but it wasn’t the same. you and jj weren’t the same. that’s what hurt the most was you loved him deeply but the idea of dating him again... you know the result would be the same.

the front door opens from behind you, but you don’t bother looking. instead you wipe your tears away, taking a deep shaky breathe. you came with the girls but you didn’t mind to walk alone.

it allows you some time alone to process or relax. so you stood up, taking a deep shaky inhale; before you even could move your name was called behind you.

you turn and face him, he seems better than before. “what?” your tone was tired and defeated. jj looked different but so did you. everything has changed, two people who are still the same but now strangers.

“i-i’m sorry.” was the only words that left his lips, but with the look of his eyes. you knew he was, and it made you angry. instead of lashing out you just nod at him.

“thank you.” you turn around and head off, his trailing footsteps follow behind. you pray he’d just turn away, give up but it wasn’t going to happen. you reach in your bag pulling out one of the smaller liquor shot bottles you had.

stopping slightly to zip your bag up and open it, jj was there beside you again. “y/n i-” you hold up a finger cutting him off.

“one second.” you open the top before chugging the drink before closing the empty bottle and putting it back in the bag. “Are you serious?”

he glares at you leaving you to roll your eyes, “what the fuck am i supposed to do jj? you got with plenty girls when i was trying to heal from your fucking heart ache! i don’t understand why you won’t leave me to move on.”

your eyes widen for a moment at what left you, but he stares back at you with an unreadable expression. the only disruption is rafe stepping outside causing both your heads to turn.

rafe’s eyes held some concern but you ignore it and glance back at him. deciding on nothing to say you just give him one last look before heading off. hurt over it all.

i miss the past when things weren’t hard. i wanna go back to it all. the sobs softly leave you as you continue down the sidewalk, not noticing how jj was following behind.

“y/n!” he finally calls out making you stop slightly, “please stop, stop!” his voice desperate.

you turn around softly, seeing him jogging slightly to catch up. his hands grasp your cheeks, surprisingly you let him. “i can’t fix anything, but i swear to god. i love you and if that means me proving that to you till the end of the times, so fucking be it.”

you chuckle softly, a sad smile fills your face as your hands softly wraps around his wrist. “i love you too jj...” you lean forward pressing a soft passionate kiss on his lips, savoring the moment.

before getting to caught up, you stumble back a few steps. enough to be out of his embrace, as you stare at him. “i love you but i-i... i can’t.”

the words sliced you open, his look makes your insides sink. with a trembling lip and watery eyes, you let out a shaky breathe. “i love you- but i can’t do th-this right now.”

stepping back a few more inches, you mumble a sorry before walking off. why is doing the right thing feel like the worst thing?

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Eddie Munson / First time

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masterlist | wattpad | requests are open | eddie fic

i cant remember the last time i wrote smut? but i hope this is alright lol, and i picked eddie, cause although i dont mind writing fiction for joe this felt more right as an eddie fic.

word count :2.5k

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Eddie and I had just returned after our little date night, i say date night but it was really just a trip to the movies with steve and his 6 nuggets. Not that i minded, it was cute. I enjoyed our time together. Eddie opens the door to the trailer letting me walk in first, i sigh and sit on the sofa kicking my sofas off as eddie walks into the kitchen area.

"whats up doll?" he says "huh?" "youve had this look on your face" he chuckles coming around the corner with a glass of water in his hand. "whatcha mean eds" i mumble. He smiles softly sitting next to me, hand on thigh moving my body to face his. "this look sweetness" he grins running his thumb along my jaw. "like concentrating but not" he says raising a brow "whats on your mind my love?" he mumbles kissing the back of my hand.

I sigh and shrug "eds" i mumble he hums looking up at me "we've been together now for what like 3-4months?" i ask, he nods and kisses my hand again, pulling me into his lap. "the best 4 months of my life sweetness" he chuckles against my shoulder. "then why havent we had sex" i sigh covering my face. My cheeks going red, i pull away but eddie pulls me closer chuckling. "oh love" he grins kissing my forehead, then my hands which still cover my face. "sweetheart look at me" he grins, i peek through my fingers and the curly haired boy in front of me.

Him pulling my body closer, so im now straddling his lap. "we, we havent had sex yet because" he smiles moving my hands away from my face, and intertwining our hands "cause i know its your very, very first time and i want you to be ready" he mumbles softly, kissing my nose. "i mean im not like a complete virgin" i mumble looking at where our clothed bodies meet. "i didnt wanna rush into anything sweetheart" he smiles, i sigh looking at the doe eyed boy.

"and trust me, i wouldve bedded you long ago" he chuckles, i groan rolling my eyes "edward!" he chuckles "just wanted you to be ready" "well i am ready" i mumble, he smirks "yeah?" he mumbles moving his face closer to mine, i nod my head as our foreheads touch. "i need you to use your words love" he says "please eddie, want you so bad" i sigh, he grins putting his hand on the back of my neck and pulling me into for a kiss.

Its hot and heavy, but still got some sweetness to it. He grins biting my bottom lip as i whimper, "sweetheart" he chuckles "please" i mumble, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him back in for a kiss. Running my hands through his curls, letting out a little moan, grinding down on him slightly. He grunts into the kiss moving his hands to my sides, then my bum giving it a little squeeze. When theres a banging at the door. "ignore it" i mumble, moving to kiss his neck lightly. But it carries on.

Sighing i get up and let eddie go get the door "what the hell you doing here henderson?" he sighs.

Safe to say we did not get any further that night.

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It was now the following friday, and the whole gang had made plans to go to dustins to play dnd. Eddie had said he could be dm for the next campaign and little henderson was over the moon. I groan rolling out of bed, and walking over to the phone, debating on cancelling the evening, not wanting to be sitting in anyones basement but rather curled up in bed with my boyfriend watching shitty films. and possibly more.

I sigh and ring eddies home phone, twirling the phone cord inbetween my fingers as it rings. But theres no answer, i try a few more times and nothing. So i ring dustins home phone, knowing my nerdy other half is probably over there helping the young dm make sure everything is perfect for their game in a few hours.

"hey whats up?" he says, grinning, i cant see him but i know hes grinning. "oh uh hey dusty" i sigh "hey you ok?" he says, his voice turning softer. "uh is eddie there?" "oh shit yeah of course. EDDIE!" he shouts. Theres fumbling of the phone and shouting before eddie picks up "hello eddie the banished speaking how can i help?" he chuckles. "eds" i mumble "baby whats wrong?" he stops, his tone dropping "i just.. i miss you" i shrug, he chuckles "baby your seeing me in like an hour" "i dont wanna" i mumble, sighing "not feeling good" i sigh closing my eyes. Squeezing my thighs together, i felt fine, i was just really fucking needy for my boyfriend. "oh my baby, whats wrong?" he sighs, i hear movement on the other line and i rub a hand over my forehead. "just achy" i shrug. "o-ok, two minutes alright?" he says, before hanging up, i groan and put the phone down. "fuck you then munson" I sigh and lay down on the bed again.

Images of Eddie laying above me, kissing my neck and softly massaging my boobs run through my mind, i bite my lip and move my hand down to my clothed heat, rubbing myself a tiny bit. "fuck" i huff out "y/n are you ok hun?" my mum says knocking at the door. "umm yeah im fine" i say back, making myself decent as she walks in. "right well we're off out for the evening, see you later" she smiles, i nod waving good bye before i hear the door close and car drive away.

"hey princess" i hear as i enter the hallway, snacks in hand. "eddie!" i grin running and jumping up into his arms, he chuckles wrapping his arms below my bum, "thought you werent feeling well huh?" he chuckles, i groan hiding in the crook of his neck "shhh" he chuckles kissing my head "missed yooouu" i say moving my face to his and kiss him. "missed you too baby" he mumbles, moving us to the living area laying me on the sofa.

"is this what you wanted huh?" he grins, i nod pulling him down to kiss me again. Its hot and heavy and so god damn needy. "eddie, i- i need you" i say as he kisses my neck, "you sure?" i nod "please" i sigh, he nods "ok" he grins grabbing my hand and leading us upstairs.

I jump on the bed pulling eddie close as i do, his jacket now long gone. He begins placing kisses on my cheeks and neck as i tug at the hem of his shirt. "off.. please" i sigh, he chuckles pulling it off in one swift movement, i grin biting my lip running my hands down his chest. Sure i'd seen him topless countless times but hes so god damn gorgeous.

He comes back down to kiss me again, running a hand through his hair, trying to be as close as possible. Moaning into the kiss i buck my hips against his, making him grind against me "fuck" "so good sweetheart" he mumbles, moving to kiss at my neck again, biting a little but not enough to leave marks.

I tugging at his belt, and he just chuckles "sweet" he grins unbuckling it and sliding them down his legs "now this isnt fair is it" he chuckles, i smile softly, now sitting on my knees facing the boy "i want you eddie munson" i sigh putting my arms around his neck "take me. have me. im yours" i sigh, he nods pulling me into for another kiss, his hands roaming down my body finding just above my underwear to rest.

He pulls away and looks at me, i nod and grin "i trust you munson" i mumble kissing him again, he wastes no time in pulling them down and throwing them with the rest of the clothes, he moans against the kiss as he runs a finger between my folds, i moan quietly into the kiss as he does, making him chuckle.

"You alright sweet pea" he grins pulling away and looking down at what he's doing, nodding my head i throw my head back as he adds another finger, collecting my juices before slowly rubbing at my clit. "use your words love" he says moving down the bed so his head is rested on my thigh, i moan running a hand through his hair as he does, his lips ghosting over my right thigh as he adds more pressure while rubbing my clit. "eddie please" i moan pulling on his hair softly, he chuckles "please what baby" he mumbles kissing my thigh, moving his fingers lower, pushing one into me "oh fuck" i sigh closing my eyes.

He chuckles thrusting it slowly, "you like that?" he mumbles moving up and kissing below my ear, before adding another finger and kissing on my pubic bone, before licking from my entrance to my clit "fucking hell! yes eddie fuck" he chuckles against my clit, sucking on it while thrusting two fingers in and out slowly. The vibration from his laugh sending me over the edge "eds imma" i moan hums against my clit, his other hand moving to my thigh to give it a squeeze. "cum for honey" he says before going back to eating me out. "oh fuck" i sob, grabbing his hand and interlocking our fingers as i reach my high.

Head thrown back, thighs squeezing the poor boys head, loud moaning escaping my mouth, he grins looking up at me, dribble down his chin, he quickly wipes it away with his arm, "so so good sweetheart" he grins "so proud of you" he mumbles, coming up to place soft kisses over my face. "ready for more?" he sighs taking my ear lobe inbetween his teeth. "please" i sigh, reaching down taking his cock in my hand and pumping it, he sighs leaning his head against my shoulder "oh baby" he grunts before moving my hand away. He chuckles shaking his head "all about you right now ok" he smiles, kissing my nose. "buuuut" he leans back on his feet and points a finger at me grinning.

"now now" he chuckles, pumping his leaky cock a few times "you let me know if its to much alright?" he says i nod "words sweetheart, use your words" "yeah, please eddie, need you" i moan softly making grabby hands at the boy in front of me, he smirks before lining himself up at my entrance. "might hurt a little" he mumbles, pushing in slowly "ah" he nods placing his forehead on my shoulder, kissing the skin there, moving ever so slowly. "fuck" i moan as he begins filling me up, "wh-do-do you want me to stop?" he says looking at me with a hint of worry in his eyes.

I shake my head "no, no just move" i smile putting my hand on the side of his face, "please, need you so bad" i grin, he nods pushing the last little bit of his thick cock into me, holding on to my right thigh and kissing me roughly. I buck my hips up to try get him to move, but he stops me placing his hands on my hips "whoa sweet pea" he chuckles.

"ed, move" i grin at the boy "i dont wanna hurt you" he mumbles kissing my neck again "edddie please" i moan, grinding against his cock, biting his shoulder. "eddie please, fuck me" i sigh leaving a mark on his shoulder while grinding on him, the pleasure taking over "oh" i moan.

He looks down at me, before kissing the middle of my neck, picking up my right right and lifting it slightly before slowly thrusting. "fuck eddie shit" i moan, putting my hands on his chest, he nods biting his lip looking down at where our bodys join concentrating. He moves my thighs so the back of them are touching his chest, before leaning down and kissing me roughly again, "sh-fuc-ah" i gasp, the tip of his cock reaching further than a second ago. "shiii" he grunts into the kiss.

It full of heat, teeth and tongue.

He places a hand on the headboard and the other on my hip, letting my thighs drop to wrap around his waist. "gonna cum for me sweetheart" he moans, dropping his forehead to mine, i nod "use yours words sweetheart" he groans, moving his hand that was on my hip to my clit to rub circles. "fucking shit ed" i moan, he chuckles "harder" i mumble, he nods thrusting harder a tad bit faster. "fuck fuc" i moan, head thrown back eyes closed as i hit my high, legs tightening around the boy as he fucks me into next week. Eddie following soon after, him falling ontop of me soon after, our bodies still connected, but not bothered.

His limp cock still in me, stopping all the thick cum from dripping from my fucked cunt.

He places his head on my chest, running his fingers up and down my arm, i grin kissing his head "shit eds" i giggle, he chuckles looking up at me "what?" he grins "that was fucking hot, can i ride you next time" I feel his cock move in side of him, "oh" i grin down at him, he grins his cheeks turning red. "i love you eddie munson" i mumble kissing his forehead, he nods slowly moving out of me "ah" i sigh at the lose of body contact, as he gets up grabbing a towel and cleaning us up, "and i love you" he mumbles kissing my hips as he finishes cleaning up the mess we made. "mhmm" i sigh as he blows cool air on my abused cunt. "sensitive sweetheart" he smirks before laying beside me, pulling me into his side. "i love you y/n /yl/n" he nods. "should pretend to be sick more often" he chuckles "oh shit, you had" he grins kissing me.

"so fucking worth it" he chuckles "would miss dnd with those losers any night for this" he chuckles, "im so in love with you eddie munson" i sigh "and i you" he grins kissing my nose.

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