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#and now we have a stupid meeting in like 15 minutes when it SHOULD be on Thursday instead
exitpursuedbyavulcan · 3 months
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Waiting for You
A Michael Gavey Drabble
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Author’s Note: I guess I’m doing drabbles now? This came to me when I was in my third meeting in a row that covered the same information we got in meeting #1 lol
Summary: It’s the evening of your first date with Michael Gavey, but a phone call with your mum lasted way longer than it should have and now you’re running a little bit late. Unfortunately, you forgot your phone at your dorm, so you have no way of letting Michael know.
Waiting for You
7:15
That was the time you had agreed to meet Michael at the pub. He was completely certain about that - he’d written it in his planner, the calendar on the wall of his dorm, and his Yahoo calendar.
He looked at his watch again.
7:23
Being a few minutes late made sense, he thought. You didn’t have a car, and public transportation can be somewhat unreliable on weekends. But now, you were nearly ten minutes late. Even with imprecise bus timings, that seemed like a lot.
It certainly seemed long enough for Michael’s mind to start spiraling.
Maybe you had forgotten. Maybe you got on the wrong bus. Maybe the bus had a mechanical failure, or was stuck in unavoidable traffic.
The longer he stood there, hands shoved into the pockets of his trousers as he stared at the pavement outside the pub, the more far-fetched his thoughts became.
Maybe a faculty member had suddenly needed your help and you couldn’t say no. Maybe your bud had been in an accident. Maybe you’d been kidnapped somehow.
Maybe…
7:28
Maybe you’d realized you didn’t actually want to go out with him.
Why would you? After his outburst in the dining hall at the beginning of the year, he was infamous within your college. Everyone knew the creepy maths nerd who’d made a fool of himself on the first day.
It made perfect sense that you wouldn’t want to be seen with him. What if the essence of his social pariah-dom would rub off on you somehow, and people started treating you the way they treated him?
You wouldn’t want that. He wouldn’t want that for you.
Ditching him would be the smart move. After all, it had apparently worked well for Oliver Quick, the cunt. Maybe if you abandoned him as well, you’d also get an invite to Felix Carton’s estate for the summer. For all he knew, it was a requirement.
7:34
It had been stupid of him to even think you’d want to go out with him.
You were popular and well-liked. You were gorgeous. You were smart. All things that should have wiped Michael off your radar entirely.
But you were also kind. You were friendly to him. You talked to him.
When he asked if you wanted to study with him, you’d said yes. When he asked to exchange phone numbers, you’d said yes. And when he asked you out on a date - this date - you’d said yes.
The memory returned, even as he tried to shove it away. When he asked Oliver if he would get him another pint, he’d said yes, too.
Then, he’d abandoned him.
7:41
Apparently, this was just what happened to Michael. He found someone he liked, thought they liked him, too, then was left behind when something better turned up.
It had happened many times before, and would probably happen many times in the future.
Michael bit hard on the inside of his cheek, hoping the pain would chase away the monumental feeling of loneliness that threatened to overtake him. He should just go back to his dorm. It was pathetic to wait out here for this long. He should -
7:44
“Michael!”
He looked up and saw you running toward him, your cheeks flushed as you pushed through the crowd. When you finally stopped in front of him, panting from exertion, you grimaced slightly. He braved himself for what you would say.
“I am so, so sorry I’m late!” You said breathlessly. “My mum called, and she could talk for hours and hours if she wanted, and I tried to tell her I had to leave, but she wouldn’t…”
You half-sighed, half-groaned, rubbing your hands over your face. “And then I left my phone in my room and I couldn’t tell you I was on my way, so…”
Michael stared at you blankly as you continued to explain. He had almost completely resigned himself to the fact that you weren’t coming. But here you were.
Not only had you actually come, but you had ran to him. You were trying so hard to make him see that it wasn’t intentional. You… you were still talking.
“It’s fine,” he said, halting your babbling. “I understand.”
Your smile of relief was quite possibly the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.
He laughed in awe, then tried to play it off. “My mum doesn’t know when to shut up, either.”
You laughed with him and grabbed his hand. “Still, I’m so sorry. You’ve been waiting here, probably bored out of your mind, and…”
“Nah,” he shrugged, “it’s all forgotten now.” Indeed, he could hardly remember the panicked train of thought he’d been on for the last half hour. “Thank you - for coming, I mean.”
You smiled again. “Of course! I’ve been looking forward to this.”
Without giving him time to respond, you pulled him into the pub, both of you now laughing. “Since I was late, I’m paying!”
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ponderingmoonlight · 4 months
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what if you were a sorcerer who was dating nanami and when you came back from some mission abroad you got to meet itadori and watch nanami be all dad-like (and itadori obviously loves you)
I LOVED this idea and I thank you in the name of everyone reading this fic for suggesting it before what happened last episode 😭 Please let me know what you think!
Nanami's girlfriend watching Nanami being in full dad mode with Yuji
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Pairing: Nanami x girlfriend!reader
Word Count: 1,6k
Synopsis: After finally coming back home from a mission far away, all you want to do is seeing your precious boyfriend Kento again. But instead of a afternoon of cuddling him, you get to see him act like a real dad towards a new student.
Warnings: Really none, mild language here and there, Nanami being the best dad ever, this is the comfort we all need
It’s been a hell of a month. A month of desperately fighting against countless curses, a month away from the love of your life. At first it was like a punch in your face, realizing that you won’t be able to see Kento within the next weeks. And even though you texted every free minute and he called you every night, you missed him more than anything. But now, you’re finally on your way back. Back into your normal life, back into the open arms of your boyfriend.
Your feet carry you down the path to Jujutsu High on their own, remembered with every fiber of your being. Despite all the horrible things you had to endure, being a jujutsu sorcerer feels like your unshakable fate. Even better that Kento is right by your side every step of the way.
“(y/n), is that you? Haven’t see ya for ages! Heard you did really well at…wherever you were”, Gojo shouts from afar.
Your heart jumps up and down in joy, turning around and waving at him frantically. Oh, you never thought you’d miss seeing his stupid grin every morning this much.
“I’m just glad it’s over. Hey, did you see Kento? I’m searching for him”, you reply.
Please, let him be at Jujutsu High. When he called you yesterday, he wasn’t sure whenever he’ll have to leave for a mission today or not. Maybe he’s still here, maybe you’ll be able to help him out. Fighting by his side definitely sounds better than waiting another second to see him, even though all you want to do right now is lay down and sleep for 15 hours straight.
“Oh, he’s in the main building, talking with a new student. You should pay them a visit, I’m sure Yuji will love you.”
Yuji, huh? You haven’t heard his name before. To be honest, the only new student you know of his Megumi Fushiguro. Were you really gone that long? You sign to yourself before shaking your head, a smile forming itself on your lips.
Other than your boyfriend, you love to greet the new students with all your heart. After all, they are your future, the ones who will look after everything when you are gone. It’s your responsibility as well to make them feel welcomed, right?
“In the classroom?”
“Yup. I have to leave now, send my best wishes to precious Nanami!”
You giggle to yourself with a wide smile, moving towards the main building of Jujutsu High, Gojo’s dumb grin still present in your mind. Despite the fact that Kento tells you over and over how annoying that white-haired man is, you know that he still likes him deep down.
Deep deep down.
“Kento?”, you gently question into the biggest classroom in the building, eyes peaking through the door ever so slightly.
Your heart jumps in confusion. Huh, he’s not there. But Gojo sounded so sure of his words. Also, he just came back from the main building, so he knew for sure…
“Where the hell are you”, you mutter to yourself, roaming around the different rooms like a lost puppy.
Until suddenly, your ears perk up.
“Nanami-sensei, I’m looking forward working with you!” a young male voice announces with so much passion that you just have to draw closer.
Wait, did that boy just call your boyfriend Nanami-sensei?
“I’m not a teacher here, don’t call me sensei.”
You giggle to yourself at the annoyed tone in Kento’s voice. Oh, you just know that this touched his heart, without any doubt. Even if he’d never admit it.
“Sorry, it’s just that I think I can learn a lot from you. Gojo-sensei told me about your abilities and I want to be as good as you someday!”
Your heart melts in an instant against the wall, a gently smile plastered on your face. What a sweet boy. Is he the one Gojo talked about earlier, the new student who just arrived named Yuji?
“I’m just here to do my work, Itadori”, your boyfriend remarks dryly.
You bet he crossed his arms in front of his chest, his tall figure lingering over the boy as if he wouldn’t care about his words at all. But you know him better than that. You know he’ll tell you about all the things this student said just before drifting off to sleep that night. Your fingertips begin to tickle, body aching to move closer to the door, to enter it, to finally see your boyfriend again. It’s been so long since you last saw him him, months without sinking into his opened arms.
Fuck it.
“Kento”, you breathe out, body stumbling through the door when you finally catch a glimpse of him.
Oh, he looks just as good as you imagined. Hair neatly trimmed as usual, broad chest covered by his dark blue shirt with his sleeved rolled up ever so slightly and his strong arms crossed.
The eyes of the boy in front of him widen, a bright grin forming on his lips when catching a glimpse of you.
“You must be the new student. Welcome at Jujutsu High! My name is (y/n) and I am a grade 1 sorcerer and this man’s girlfriend. If you have any questions don’t hesitate to call me”, you interduce yourself warmly along with giving him a soft clap on his shoulder.
“You are Nanami-sensei’s girlfriend?”, he repeats without thinking twice.
“Don’t call me that”, Kento grumbles.
“It’s so nice to finally see you again, sweetheart. I missed you”, he continues, placing his hand around your waist in a way that makes you see stars.
Your heart skips a beat, body falling against his in an instant. If he only knew how much you missed him too, how much it touches you to finally be able to lean against his shoulder again. But you will have to put your longing feelings aside until the evening. After all, Kento still has work to do as it seems.
“It’s an honour to meet you, (y/n)-sensei! I hope to work with you someday.”
“Oh, you definitely will”, you giggle at the sweet boy with pink hair in front of you.
“I’ll leave now for my mission.”
“Wait”, Nanami interrupts immediately.
You look up at your boyfriend in surprise. Why is his jaw suddenly so tight?
“There is no way I will let you go there alone.”
“But Nanami-sensei-”
“Don’t call me that. As far as I know, this might be a grade 1 curse. I won’t let you go on your own.”
Oh god, he’s worried. Despite he tries to hide it so miserably, it’s written on his slightly scrunched up face.
You desperately try to hide the grin that starts creeping up your facial features from your boyfriend, covering your cheeky mouth with your hand. It was rare for you to actually see him around his students. And while you know very well how much he cares for him, you never thought he’d sound like a full-on dad while talking to them.
“So you’ll come with me?”
The eyes from the boy in front of you light up immediately, jumping up and down in joy while your boyfriend signs next to you.
“Come on, show a little mercy”, you mutter into his ear amused.
“Get going, Itadori-kun. I don’t want to be late for dinner.”
“Of course, Nanami-sensei. Oh, it was really nice to meet you, (y/n)-sensei, I really hope I’ll see you again someday.”
“Come on or we’ll be late”, your boyfriend protests.
-later that evening-
“How are you doing, love? Does it still hurt?”
Gently, you rub the ointment on the minor wound that is left on his right side, eyes locked with his gorgeous ones.
“Don’t worry, I’m alright. It’s Itadori-kun I’m worried about.”
“You seem to really care about this boy”, you comment softly, hands busy with bandaging him up.
“Not in the way you suggest”, he immediately replies, serious eyes locking with yours.
Pictures of your first encounter with Yuji flood your mind, how your boyfriend spoke to him and refused to let him go on his own. And even now, he seems to have this boy on his precious mind.
“You kinda act like a dad though.”
His eyes widen in horror, hand grabbing your shoulder faster than you’re able to react.
“That’s not true.”
“I doubt it”, you challenge him with a bright smile, bursting out in uncontrollable giggling.
With a swift motion he places himself on top of you, staring down at you in all seriousness with a minor spark of humour glimmering in his eyes while you can’t catch your breath from all the laughter.
“I’m not acting like a dad.”
“Oh, you totally do”, you press out, the sheer weight of his immense body on top of yours making it hard to breathe along with snickering your heart out.
“I just don’t want him to get hurt. He’s still in his first year and new at Jujutsu High. Also, I’m not fully convinced that Gojo takes good care of him”, Nanami explains briefly.
“Well, that’s exactly what good dads do.”
“(y/n)”, he warns you.
He wraps his arms around you so tightly that you aren’t even able to see his face anymore, dying of laughter against his chest while making a few miserable attempts to free yourself out of his grip. God, how much you love that man. How much you love the way he cares about others while not admitting to himself, how he looks after people before thinking even about himself. Kento Nanami has a heart made out of pure gold that he shows far too rare.
“But do you…do you really think I’d be a good dad?”
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iluvsturn · 1 month
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not like that-c.s
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warning: sad then happy :)
a/n:send request !!
It can't end like this, 3 years of relationship, 3 years of joy, 3 years of love. And everything stopped and everything disappeared in 3 simple little words.
It's the worst thing that could have happened in 3 years despite all the arguments they had, everything settled the same day. But this time everything is different.
Their hearts are empty, everything is empty and gray around them. All these colors that surrounded them and intensified their love; gone into a spin.
Chris no longer leaves his room, he feels so guilty for having said three destructive words. The guilt is eating him from the inside. This girl he loved so much, for who he would give his own life, the girl for who he could give up everything, slipped through his fingers like sand.
His first girlfriend, the first girl he trusted completely..
Matt and Nick, his brothers, did everything to help him; take him out, meet new people...But nothing can repair what he destroyed.
y/n, on her part, is trying to move on she no longer goes on her phone to make sure she doesn't come across photos of them, she tries to go out and meet new people, but everything is too hard, nothing can repair what he has destroyed.
It's been 2 months now, 2 months without contact. Chris wants to call her, hug her, kiss her, tell her how sorry he is, how much he regrets everything.
y/n, her, is waiting for his message, all she wants is to be able to feel him close to her, to hear his laugh and contemplating how his eyes closed when he laughed. She only wants to receive a sorry that she desires so much.
-
"Chris we're eating, come on." Nick says from behind his brother's door. "I'm not hungry" he replies, like every time. "Chris please you're starting to scare us, you'll get over it "he continues.
The door opens suddenly, showing Chris, tired and thin from not eating anymore, only cans of pepsi lying on the ground.
“she is everything to me, I love her so much and I let her go,i’m the worst.”
A tear runs down his cheek as he climbs the stairs to the kitchen.
"chris, if you're in so much pain from losing her why aren't you doing anything about it? By staying in your room doing nothing you've been losing her more and more. I don't even think she’ll accept.It beens 2 months"
His words break him even more, losing her? forever? No, no he can't live without her, he can't let her go again.
“I’m calling her”
-
She watches her phone ring, the name chris❤️ which she still hasn't managed to change.
"are you going to answer?" asks stella, y/n's best friend.
the call ends.
“I think you two should talk.”
y/n nods, “i’ll call him again.”
he picks up directly,
“y/n?” his voice cracks,
“hi chris”
“y/n, my love, I’m so sorry I love you so much please I didn’t mean what I said”
“but you said it” she retorts.
An embarrassing silence falls between the two, feeling guilty for having said that, she speaks again.
“don’t you think we should talk about it, like, in real life?”
“I’ll be there in 15 minutes, is that okay?”
“hm”
-
Chris is in front of y/n's house, he's shaking and a ball of stress is forming in his stomach after sending a message that he was there.
y/n just put on her shoes and didn't do anything else, what's the point of preparing herself if it might be the very end with him?
He gets out of his car, his hands sweaty and his voice trembling. He feels so bad seeing her with one of his sweaters, this sweater that she only wears when she needs comfort but he isn't there for her, she says it's like he was there with her in his arms. But this sweater wasn't meant to be worn because of him.
"I feel like a fool for letting our argument tear us apart like this. With each day that passes, I realize how stupid I was to let you go. I regret every word I said. You were the light of my life, my rock, my source of happiness. Now that you're gone, not a moment goes by without me regretting our argument. I would give anything to go back and change things. Because I love you, you are essential to my life. I know words are not enough to erase the pain I have caused you, but I am begging you to give me another chance. I will do everything in my power to prove to you that I am sincere, that I am ready to change, to become a better man for you.I love you more than anything in the world,y/n. And I sincerely hope that you can forgive me one day.”
“I love you too, Chris.”
a source of hope returns to Chris as he hears his words fall from her mouth.
“you hurt me so much,and i’m still hurt, but I can’t, I can’t leave and forget you.”
he nods.
“I forgive you Chris”
She slowly approaches him. Without waiting he glues his lips to hers, they share a kiss that they have never shared before, a kiss filled with guilt, love and words that they cannot reach to say to each other.
They lift their heads but stay forehead to forehead.
"do you want to become my girlfriend again y/n?"
a huge smile forms on the face of the pretty y/n, a smile that chris wanted to see again.
“it never ended for me, chris”
and with that, they kiss like the first kiss they ever shared.
-haz🩷
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jujutsubaby · 1 month
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🩷 sex drive 🩷
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☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader ☆ summary: you go to a valentine's day blood drive at work. maybe it's just that you've been single for too long, but isn't the volunteer drawing your blood kinda...? well, let's just say you wouldn't mind exchanging a few other bodily fluids with him, too. ☆ tags: modern au, workplace au ☆ warnings: 18+!! MINORS DNI!! dirty talk, oral sex (f!recieving), slight exhibitionism, daddy kink ☆ a/n: happy valentine's day (again)!! another quick little treat for u all hehe...inspired by my real life experience of going to a valentine's day blood drive (except for the fun parts ofc lmao).
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you knew you should have made up an excuse and stayed home today. you hate to be a cliche bitter ass single woman who's not getting any younger on valentine's day, but it's hard not to play to type when the whole office is decorated in cutesy pinks and reds. it definitely doesn't help that your boss, suguru, keeps getting visits every 15 minutes from his boyfriend satoru.
"ugh, what's with the pda?" you grumble at what feels like satoru's 30th visit to suguru's open cubicle. "haven't you two been together for, like, a thousand years already?" your coworker utahime helpfully makes gagging noises to emphasize your point.
"hey now, y/n, you KNOW that i'm the head of marketing and suguru's the head of sales! i can't help it if he and i have lots of important things to discuss," satoru protests with puppy dog eyes.
"i didn't realize important marketing meetings involve sitting on coworkers' laps now," utahime mumbles, and the pair of you giggle conspiratorially.
however, as the day goes on and utahime keeps receiving increasingly elaborate flower arrangements delivered to her from her doctor girlfriend shoko, you find yourself feeling more glum than ever. you decide to go out for a stroll, hoping the cold february air will slap some sense into you.
unfortunately, not even five minutes after you set out, droplets of threatening rain turn into a torrential downpour. you curse; in your mopey mood this morning, you totally forgot to check the forecast!
you really don't want to go back into the lovefest of your office right now, so you start looking desperately around for a rescue — an underhang to stand under, anything.
that's when you see a bright red sign advertising a blood drive for valentine's day being held at your neighboring building. that could be an interesting idea. at least this way, you can tell yourself you did a good deed on valentine's day instead of just complaining the whole time. even more appealingly, you see that it'll take about an hour, which is one less hour you'll have to spend around satoru's soppy nicknames for suguru. after shooting a quick text to your team's group chat informing them of your last minute appointment, you decide to brave the rain and head over, hoping there's an opening for a walk-in.
you enter the room where the blood drive is taking place, praying you don't look too much like a drowned rat. your self-consciousness melts away and you smile brightly when you see a familiar face.
"shoko! you're volunteering here today?"
"oh, hey y/n," your quiet friend replies, giving you a small smile back. "yeah, utahime and i have a date nearby this evening, so i thought i might as well sign up. what time was your appointment for?"
"well, uh, i didn't exactly make an appointment..." you say awkwardly. "are walk-ins ok?"
"no problem, we got a lot of no-shows today anyway," shoko replies with a subtle roll of her eyes. she then hands you a clipboard and a pen. "just fill this out, and i'll get you screened and set up and everything."
you gratefully take the clipboard and head into the tiny compartment curtained off at the side of the room, presumably to give donors some privacy as they get screened. you fill out the form (trying not to think of your stupid ex boyfriend when you encounter the questions about your sex life), and once you're done, you poke your head back outside of the compartment.
"i'm ready now, shoko," you call. when your friend doesn't answer, you crane your neck around to the desk where she had been sitting. "shoko?"
"she just went on break," a husky, masculine voice replies from behind you. "i'll be taking over." you look back and are immediately floored by what just has to be the finest specimen of the male form you've ever seen, clad in obscenely tight scrubs that emphasize every bulging muscle. focus!!
"oh thanks doctor...um...fushiguro," you read from his nametag. he's so tall that it happens to be at your eye level, giving you quite a nice eyeful of his firm, muscular chest. what business did men have being this tall, anyway?!
"just call me toji," he says casually, grinning down at you. he takes the clipboard from your outstretched hands and jerks his head back towards the compartment you had been waiting in. "let's head back there so we have more...privacy." maybe it's just your imagination, but you could have sworn he smirked when he said that. you take deep breaths to suppress the unholy thoughts you're having, and you follow him back into the side room.
when you push the curtain aside and go in after him, you see he's already settled into one of the two chairs crammed into the tight space that he's clearly a little too large for. as you daintily resume your position in your own chair, he shifts and splays his long legs out, brushing your thigh with his knee. you inhale sharply.
he clears his throat and pulls out a pair of reading glasses from his breast pocket before reading your questionnaire. he nods at your answers (although you can't help but turn beet red as his eyes scan over the section about when you last had a new sex partner).
"looks fine to me. let's take your blood pressure now...y/n" he says, positively purring when he sounds out your name. "beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he says with a roguish wink, making you turn even redder than you ever knew was possible. was he making you uncomfortable on purpose?!
"mind taking your top off?" he asks, rummaging around in the drawer in front of him.
"i'm sorry?!" you choke out. that was a freebie! happy fucking valentine's day to you!
"oh, sorry, i meant so i can put the bp monitor around your arm. i don't know if you can roll your sleeves up in that blouse," he says, looking up from the drawer. you notice his eyes on your breasts, and you realize that you of course had worn your white button down over your lacy black camisole on the day mother nature decided to get you soaking wet. you must look like such a hussy!
you quickly unbutton your blouse and show him your arm to wrap the thick velcro band around, trying hard to avoid eye contact. it doesn't matter, though; you can feel his eyes boring into you like lasers. why does he have to be so hot?! you hope being in his presence won't throw off your blood pressure reading...you can feel your pulse going a little haywire.
As he tightens the band and starts the measurement, toji starts making small talk.
"so, you doing anything for valentine's day?"
ugh. anything but this topic.
"no," you reply simply, hoping not to broker further discussion.
he presses on, not taking your cue (or if he did, he ignored it.)
"no? what, your partner doesn't celebrate?"
toji reads out your bp measurement to you, but you don't even pay attention to it as you notice his hand brushing the side of your breast as he unwraps the bp monitor's band from your exposed arm. you gulp as you realize only the thin satiny layer of your cami is keeping his hands from touching your tits.
"uh..ah.." you say, hoping he doesn't notice the effect his one brief physical touch had on you, "n-no...my ex-boyfriend and i broke up a few months ago already." you don't mention how you saw him in your bed on your birthday in the arms of another person.
toji looks up at you from darkly hooded eyes.
"his loss...i know i'd treasure valentine's day with a pretty little thing like you."
just like that, toji snaps back into professional mode again, leaving you reeling once more from his flirtatious behavior. he was way too handsome to be acting like this on a dime! a girl like you could get ideas...
"i'm going to do a thumbprick now to get a quick reading on your blood. is that ok with you?"
you nod, and he grins at you.
"that's my girl," he hums in a low voice.
then, before you're even able to process what's happening, he takes your hand and engulfs it in his own. he then begins rubbing your hand back and forth, and you feel a small frisson of pleasure at the sensation of his callouses against your small, soft fingers.
"noticed your skin was a little cold, so i thought i'd warm your hand up before taking the sample," he explained, but you're hardly able to even listen to him as you enjoy the blissful sensation of his hands rubbing yours. his fingers were so long and thick, and so dextrous... how would those fingers feel somewhere else...no! stop! what are you thinking?! you've definitely been single for too long.
"all right, y/n," toji murmurs gently. "you're just going to feel a small prick...sorry about that..." he takes the sample and puts it into a machine for processing. he then reaches back into the drawer and withdraws a digital thermometer.
"while we're waiting for that to finish, let's take your temperature." you nod and extend your hands to take the thermometer from him, but he ignores you and instead roughly takes your chin in one of his huge, warm hands, tilting your head up towards his chest.
"open up for me now, y/n" he purrs, your name sounding like the sweetest and most beautiful sound you've ever heard when it's coming from his mouth; you can't help but comply. he gently inserts the thermometer under your tongue, and you note his eyes lingering on your lips for much longer than they have to. embarrassingly, you notice heat pooling between your legs, and tension twisting by your belly button. you could get used to this...all too soon, though, the thermometer beeps, and he takes it out. toji clicks his tongue as he reads the small display.
"99 degrees even," he reads out. "now that's a surprise."
"what? why's that?" you ask, confused. how could a body temperature be surprising?
"well, our cutoff is 99.5, and i was sure you'd be way too hot," he says with a laugh and another wink. you giggle back demurely; you can't help but act all girlish and coquettish with someone like him. you've never seen a man in real life wink so much, but you find you don't mind. it suits him.
"all right, y/n, let's go get some blood drawn!" he says enthusiastically, rising from his chair. you follow suit. he reaches around you (did his arm just brush your breasts again?) and opens the curtain for you. "after you, princess."
you used to hate when your ex called you "princess"...but when toji called you that, it sounded like the doors to the heavens opened and angels were singing. you'll definitely be thinking about that for awhile. probably before bedtime, and probably while touching yourself. you sigh and exit the small room before hopping up onto one of the cots that were brought to the building for the blood drive.
toji pops a small stress ball into your hand. "now, make a fist for me," he says, using his fingers to close yours, "and start squeezing that." he squeezes his fist around yours. it wasn't so confusing of an instruction that you needed a demonstration, and you're beginning to suspect that toji's making excuses to keep touching you. not that you mind, exactly.
you keep squeezing, and he examines the tender inside of your elbow. "that's a gorgeous vein you've got there, princess. this'll be easy for me," he murmurs seductively, and you blush. you've never been complimented on a vein, of all things, before.
soon, toji pierces your arm (pursing his lips sympathetically as you emit a sharp gasp, which of course makes you stare at his lips), and your blood is pumping merrily into a bag. you decide to make conversation with him, this time.
"how about you, toji? i'm sure someone like you has big plans for valentine's day, right?" you ask, raising your eyebrows suggestively.
"oh, yeah," he chuckles. "if you count getting high and watching magnolia for the millionth time big plans. i don't really go for that stuff," he says.
"i love paul thomas anderson," you say huskily, trying to flutter your eyelashes at him. it's been a long time since you've flirted, and you're probably embarrassing yourself. "you know what the perfect film of his for today would be, though?"
"what's that, princess?"
you smirk. "there will be blood."
toji lets out a huge laugh in spite of himself, and you smile proudly. flirtation successful!
soon, your blood has filled the small bag, and toji removes the needle, pressing gauze to the wound. the feel of his hands pressing into your arm is one of the most blissful things you've felt all week. he asks you to continue maintaining the pressure, and you feel like whining that it won't feel as nice as when he does it before remembering where you are and complying. you watch as he picks up your sample and sorts it in with the others; you feel a bit shy, seeing him manhandle your little blood bag like that. it feels so intimate.... you gulp as you imagine him manhandling you like that.
"all right, y/n, now you just need to rest for twenty minutes, and you'll be good to go." you start climbing out from the cot, feeling a little disappointed that your short, exciting interaction with toji is coming to an end. oh well. some excitement is better than none.
"we have some cookies for the donors in the seating area," he continues. "lucky you...i'd love a little taste of something sweet right about now..."
ok, it definitely wasn't your imagination — he positively growled that last sentence, and he was eyeing you. as you get up, you notice you're a little shaky on your feet; you realize that you actually hadn't eaten lunch before coming, since you'd been in such a rush to get away. you list and sway dangerously to one side, but a pair of strong arms braces you. you let your head fall back onto a perfectly firm, taut chest.
"careful, there, sweetheart" toji whispers in your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin as he lifts you up. you try not to think too much about how your back is pressed into him right now. "i think i'd better keep an eye on you." he walks you over to the front of the room, bracing your back against himself the whole way over. he leads you to the front of the room, where there are folding chairs and a card table with a small platter of supermarket cookies as promised. as shoko had alluded earlier, the blood drive was not busy at all. in fact, it was completely empty currently; just you and toji, alone in this room... you feel yourself getting faint again, but not for the same reason.
"y'know, princess..." toji says, sitting again with his legs splayed out over the chair across from you as you nibble a chocolate chip cookie. "my shift's ending right about...when your observation period ends."
you tilt your head inquisitively at him, hoping you knew why he was saying this. he leans forward, the flimsy plastic chair creaking under the weight of his solid muscle. what you'd let that muscle do to you...
"i don't think that i, as a medical professional, can let you go back to work today..." he continues. "i think you'd better go home after this." then, he smiles deviously. "and i think i'd better take you back, just to give you a...full examination."
it takes all of your restraint not to fling the rest of the cookie down and jump his bones right then and there. instead, you reply,
"i think i'd appreciate the house call." you do your best to make your voice ooze with suggestion so he knows you're picking up what he's putting down.
after what feels like the slowest fifteen minutes of your life, it's finally time to leave. just as toji's shift is about to end, shoko returns from her break, and you take the opportunity to ask her to have utahime bring your things back home from the office for you. since they're your neighbors, you can pick them up later tonight. or perhaps, tomorrow morning...just in case tonight gets a little too busy.
"something came up," you explain to her breathlessly, but you know shoko notices toji's hand creeping up the small of your back.
"have fun," shoko says to the both of you, only slightly judgmental but mostly encouraging.
since you took the bus to work that morning and toji refuses to wait a moment longer than he has to to commence your "examination," he insists on driving you back in his car. you both practically sprint through the parking lot, and he breaks at least three traffic laws zooming back to your apartment in the rain as you yell directions. for a doctor, he sure is awfully reckless.
finally, finally, after an agonizingly long wait, you're at your building. you're about to climb out of the car, but toji is way ahead of you, opening the door for you. you are about to climb out and jokingly thank him for his chivalry when he unceremoniously scoops you out of your seat and swings you over his shoulder. you shriek with laughter.
"toji! put me down!"
you're also all too aware that you're wearing a pretty short skirt that day.
"sorry, princess," he says smoothly. "it's protocol. i can't have you walking back in just in case you pass out, or something."
you're about to ask if he's even been to medical school when he shoves your key into your apartment door, slams it open, and, equally roughly, slams your back against the wall. the breath is shoved out of your lungs as he immediately captures your mouth with his, swallowing any potential protest you might have had (which you didn't, you absolutely didn't. not even close.). he carries your entire weight easily as he shuts the door behind him with his foot; you're hardly paying attention, though, as you're too busy widening your mouth and entangling your tongue with his. you greedily bite down on his lip, and he growls in response.
"let's get you to the examination table," he groans. you wrap your legs around his narrow waist, and he carries you haphazardly to your dining table, crashing into and knocking over furniture along the way. carrying you with one arm, he carelessly clears the table with his other before plopping you onto the tabletop. he kneels before your legs and tears off your tights in one swift motion.
"i hope you're planning to help clean up—" you start, but your breath hitches in your throat as he begins kissing up your ankle, then your calf...then your thigh...he gets slower and slower as he gets closer to where you most want him to go. you try to shift forward on the table to bring your throbbing center closer to him, but he holds you firmly in place with two powerful hands clamped on your hips.
"patience, princess..."
you close your eyes and start taking deep breaths, but the moment is disrupted by an annoying loud vibration against the wooden tabletop.
"who the fuck is 'ryomen sukuna?'" toji scoffs, "and why do you have a heart next to his name? you been lyin' to me, princess? have you been naughty?"
"no," you breathe, and it comes out as a whine. "no, daddy, i've been a good girl, promise. please..."
"'please' what, princess? help daddy out here," he purrs with a wicked grin. just then, your stupid phone vibrates again, and you're about to pick it up and throw it out the window when toji wrests it from your grip.
"your idiot ex, i'm guessing?" he asks. all you can do is nod, the words robbed from you.
"well, my professional recommendation is...for you to tell him to fuck off."
"i will, toji, i promise," you pant. "please, just ignore him, i promise, he's nothing to me."
"you're not listening to me, princess..." toji says in a low, dangerous voice. "i want you to tell him to fuck off. right. now." he slides the answer button on your phone and hands it to you before you can protest.
"h-hello?" you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "sukuna?"
"heyyyy, y/n....missed hearing your voice, boo," sukuna coos, clearly inebriated. you scoff in disgust; it's only four in the afternoon. sukuna was such a mess.
"what do you want, sukuna? i thought i w-was..." you start out assertively, but your resolve is breaking as a practiced tongue once again starts swirling its way up your legs, alternating between your left and right thighs. you clench your toes and grit your teeth before continuing.
"i was ... clear...that ... that we're o-over," you say, the last word coming out as a moan as you feel a set of teeth pulling off your panties ever so gently.
"baby, i told you!" sukuna whines. "uraume's nothin' to me, babe! they're just a friend! you're my one and only, baby!"
even in the midst of the sensory overload occurring in your bottom half, you still roll your eyes. yeah, "just friends" made out in bed naked all the time, right?
"i want you to...to...s-stop.." you pant, as sukuna finally picks up on your strange manner of speech.
"hold on, y/n, is someone there with you?" he snarls, his famous temper rising to the forefront. "you whoring it up with another guy already?"
at that, toji grabs the phone from you and growls into it, "seems like she finally decided she needs a real man, not some cheatin' asshole who can't appreciate her properly!"
the moment he finishes talking, toji leans back into your thighs and finally plunders you with his tongue, raising the phone to your mouth in time for you to moan sinfully into it as sukuna is arguing back. toji doesn't even bother hanging up as he throws the phone across the room.
toji grips your thighs tightly enough to leave bruises as he feasts on you, and you wrap your legs around him, tangle your hands in his short hair, and squirm in delight. it doesn't take you very long to come undone under his practiced mouth.
he rises back to his feet, licking his lips.
"finally got to satisfy my sweet tooth today," he says mischievously. you grab the v-neck of his shirt and tug him closer to you aggressively.
"take me to bed. it's your turn next," you declare authoritatively. then, you kiss him fiercely, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.
"your wish is my command, princess," he replies with a dark chuckle, before lifting you, bridal style, to your bedroom.
this was shaping up to be a great valentine's day after all.
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willixmsonswife · 9 months
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blind date/leah williamson
*leah williamson x fem!reader *what happens if you are on a blind date and stood up by the person you were supposed to meet but a beautiful blonde comes to you rescue? *fluff ig? *1.3k words (1.7k with the bonus) .................................
My first blind date. I don't think I've ever been this nervous. Why did Beth even set me up? I didn't need it. I mean, yeah, I'm not dating anyone at the moment and I'm not good at flirting but did she have to make it that obvious and set me up with someone? I never met that girl and Beth didn't even want to tell me her name. How was I supposed to know who she was?
I sighed before I turned around on my bed, almost falling out of it. My hand reached for my phone, which was laying on the nightstand. In my stress, I dialed the first number that came to my mind. "Hello?" I almost threw my phone across the room. That was not my best friend. "Hello? Is someone there?" I had to answer now, right? "Hi. Eh it's y/n. We met like 2 weeks ago, on that event. I was there with Beth and Viv." I mentally facepalmed myself for calling HER out of all people. The women I've had a crush on for a year now, captain of the Lionesses, Leah Williamson. "Oh yeah y/n, I remember. What's up?" Was that my mind making things up or did her tone change when I said my name? It was probably nothing. "Actually I wanted to Beth. I must've dialed the wrong number sorry for disturbing you." I was about to hang up when I heard her say something. "No no, don't worry you didn't disturb me at all. I was pretty bored actually."
"Oh, okay." My response was followed by an awkward silence. "So what are you up to this evening?" Should I tell her about the blind date? Would she even be bothered to know about it? "I'm actually going on a date."
"Oh you're dating someone? I didn't know that."
"Surprised? Don't you think that people ask me out?" I chuckled as Leah searched for a plausible answer.
"Eh- I- No, I do. It's just-"
"Don't worry, it's just a stupid blind date Beth set me up for. Apparently I'm not capable of finding the 'true love' myself." That made Leah laugh and I couldn't help but join in. Her laugh was really infectious, I had to admit that. "Where does your mysterious date take you, if I'm allowed to know?"
"We're going to the new restaurant in town."
"Oh the Italian one? I only heard good things about it but you'll have to tell me if they're true once you come back."
"I will do that. Alright, I'm gonna have to hang up now. I have to get ready if I wanna be there at 9."
"Well have fun then. It was nice talking to you, maybe we could meet up in the near future?"
"Yeah I would love that. I'll let you know when I'm free. Bye Leah."
"Bye y/n."
That definitely went better than expected but now I really had to get going. I stood up and walked over to my closet. I picked a nice navy blue dress that I hadn't worn in a while and matching high heels. my makeup was done 20 minutes later and my hair only took 15. With enough time to spare, I decided to drive to the restaurant and wait for her there.
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"Hi, I have a reservation at 9 under the name y/l/n."
"Ah yes. Please follow me."
I followed the nice women to our table and sat down. "Would you like to order something to drink while you wait?"
"Yes, just a water please."
And with that she left. I looked around the restaurant and tried to calm my nerves by concentrating on the decoration, the color of the walls, literally anything. I fidgeted with the rings on my fingers while I watched the door carefully as if I could miss her walking in. The waitress came back with my water but I just took one sip before placing it in front of me. The minutes passing felt like hours and I got more and more nervous. Multiple people walked in but they all sat at different tables. Every time I heard the door open, I looked up and hoped that it would be her but it never was. After a while, I looked on my phone and saw that it was already 9:45 pm. She wasn't coming. I felt the entire hope just disappearing with that realization. I got ditched by a person I didn't even know. I did my hair and makeup for nothing. I was excited and stressed for absolutely no reason. Disappointed by how the evening turned out, I leaned down to pick up my purse. That was when I heard a voice. "Sorry that I'm so late. The traffic was awful." I looked up to see the bluest eyes I had ever seen. Wait, I knew those eyes. And that blonde hair. And that voice. "Leah? What the hell are you doing here?" For a second I completely forgot my crush on her and stared at her like she was some alien from outer space. "I'm here to save your night."
"Elaborate please." I leaned back in my chair while she sat down on the one in front of me. "Well your date didn't come, did she?" I shook my head and another wave of disappointment hit me. "Definitely her loss. But anyway, I'm here now. I can't just let you sit at this table, all alone, that would be mean."
"You know when you said 'near future', I thought you meant next week or something but not tonight." She chuckled and I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, I wasn't planning this either trust me. But let's see where the night brings us, shall we?"
"Alright, fine with me."
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The evening was simply amazing. Leah and I talked about everything and I felt like I was on cloud nine. The food was delicious and the three hours we spent together felt like 10 minutes. She offered to pay but I didn't accept. Instead I paid for both of our meals. As we made our way out of the restaurant, our hands brushed against each other and little fireworks erupted in my whole body. We walked side by side in a comfortable silence until we reached my car. "So this is it, right?" I turned around and looked straight in Leah's eyes. Big mistake. I could feel my cheeks turning crimson red and Leah trying to hide her cheeky smile was just a confirmation that I was blushing. "I guess so." She took a deep breath. "y/n, I really really liked talking to you and all of this felt so, so-" She searched for the perfect word but I already knew it. "Natural?"
"Exactly. That's why I would love to take you out sometime in the near future. And this time I mean next week and not tomorrow night." A big smile made its way onto my face. "I would love that."
"But how about I make it up to you."
"Make what up to me?"
"You paid, so obviously I'm going to give you something back."
"Leah I really don't want your money, I-"
"Oh don't worry, I wasn't talking about money."
Before I could say something, she leaned towards me and my brain just turned off. I felt her soft lips on mine and I instantly knew that it was going to be favorite feeling of all time. I kissed her back and arms made their way around her neck. We only parted when air became a problem but my arms stayed exactly where they were. As soon as we locked eyes and I couldn't help but notice the sparkle in hers. "That was way better than any amount of money."
"I hope so cause I was planning on doing it again." We both smiled at each other and I was sure that this evening couldn't have been any better.
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Bonus:
"Leah are you sure that they're gonna like me?" I anxiously looked at her and she took my hands in hers. "Princess, they're going to like you just as much as I do. I have no idea how they couldn't." She squeezed my hands reassuringly and I felt a part of the nervousness leaving my body. "Alright if you say so. Then let's go." I put a smile on my face and followed Leah into the locker room. She knocked and several women answered. "Come in!" She turned to me one last time and I just nodded, not sure if I could form actual words right now. She opened the door and we stepped inside. "Hi girls, I already told you that I wanted you to meet someone very special to me. This is y/n. My girlfriend." As soon as those words left her mouth I could feel every pair of eyes on me. "Hi, it's so nice to finally meet you." Beth walked to me and engulfed me into a big hug. "Finally! I thought you'd never show yourself here, god." I laughed and hugged her back. After that, I answered a lot of questions from everyone in the room. I also got into a nice conversation with Jen and Katie. We even agreed to meet each other for lunch the next week. All of the stress that I felt before this meeting was totally unnecessary. Everyone was incredibly welcoming and they were all so nice to talk to!
After an hour or so, Leah and I left. We still had to drive home, make dinner and watch the movie she promised me earlier that day. I intertwined our fingers as we walked to the car and started talking about her teammates nonstop until we got to her car. "You were so right, I shouldn't have worried about this. Your teammates are way nicer than you're always saying."
"Oh just wait until you get to know them a bit better. You're gonna be pranked by Katie, Lia is going to spam you with messages and-"
"I absolutely don't care. I love them."
"Well I only hope that you don't love them more than me." She grinned and I couldn't help but tease her a little bit. "Ah I don't know about that. Let's see, shall we?" I got a playful slap on my shoulder in response. "I'm joking babe. I'll always love you more, more than anyone actually."
"I love you too darling."
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Surprise Party (e.o)
Just to keep the book updated 😌😏
 LizzieG!PxFem Reader
Y/n has to go to a surprise party for someone she doesn't know but won't forget. 
Y/ns POV:
I groan and give my best friend lexi puppy eyes "come on lex do I really need to come with you tonight I don't know anyone there I don't even know the person who's party it is I'll just feel stupid" she gives me a stren look and throws a dress at me "y/n I will drag you kicking and screaming my cousin scarlett invited me and said I could bring a plus one so you're coming I only know Elizabeth a little and scarlett and Colin so we both don't really know anyone and I'd love to have my best bitch with me" she says with a smirk making me laugh "fuck it let's get wasted if I'm drunk ill be everyone's friend" we both laugh as I look for cute heels to go with my dress I've decided to go for a sexy skin tight light blue dress that compliments my eyes and leaves little to the imagination I mean it's classy but sexy shows just enough cleavage and thighs and hugs my body perfectly "youre gonna look smoking babe I bet you pull tonight" lexi says winking at me making me blush I start to strip and walk around in my underwear "lex can you curl my hair when I'm done and should I wear a bra with this dress I don't think I should you can see the bra lines and it just takes the look off the dress but what panties should I wear I was thinking these cute light blue thongs not that anyone will see them but you don't get pantie lines with them" she smirks and looks at the panties "they panties no bra y/n"
I nod as I start to strip my bra and panties off as lexi goes to the bathroom to finish her make up I pull the thongs on and admire my ass in the mirror before pulling the dress on I fix my boobs and smirk to myself damn I do look hot now onto make up I apply natural make up that takes roughly 15 minutes ones I'm done I smile happy with how I look "LEXXXXX PLEASE COME CURL MY HAIR" I yell as she comes in fixing her earrings as she starts to curl my hair it takes her 20 minutes to do my hair both of us laughing and chatting during the time it took to do my hair "looking fire y/n" lexi says making me smile as I admire my stunning best friend "youre one to talk lex youre gonna pull some poor man tonight that won't know what he's got himself in for" I say with a laugh causing her to laugh "let's have some pre drinks the uber is booked and will be here in 30 minutes" lex says walking out of the room towards the kitchen I grab my clutch bag and follow down as she hands me a vodka lemonade I gladly accept as we drink dancing around to the music after 4 vodka lemonades lexi informed me the uber was outside I down the last of my glass before we make our way to car giggling like children we climb in and start our journey to lexis cousins house it takes 30 minutes due to light traffic I take a deep breath as we get out lexi notices how I'm feeling a little anxious and wraps her arm around mine "it's fine come on we have an hour before scarlett and Elizabeth arrive we can have a few drinks and mingle a little ill stick with you" I nod as we walk inside.
"Mind if I steal your friend away for a dance" a stunning blonde asks looking at me she can't be talking about me but she's asking lexi before I know it she offers me her hand "hey I'm Stacey can I have this dance" I blush and nod as we head to the dance floor after 4 minutes I'm comfortable as the song changes she pulls me against her and I start to dance on her both of us laughing once the song is done I lean into her and whisper yell "I'm gonna go back to my friend it was lovely meeting you Stacey maybe we can dance later" she smiles and nods "definitely" I smile walking over to lexi as the Dj announced everyone to stay silent because Elizabeth and scarlett where pulling up after 3 minutes the door opens and everyone yells "SURPRISEEEEEE" I smile but can't move my eyes, my eyes are fixed on the beautiful blonde beside lexis cousin scarlett "dude your making it too obvious' lexi says nudging me my eyes still fixed on the blonde with the stunning red suit on fuck she's the most breath taking woman I've ever seen "dude that's Elizabeth it's her party just go talk to her go introduce yourself " I shake my head finally looking at lexi "no not going to happen have you seen her she's the most stunning woman I've ever seen" lexi gives me a smirk as she grabs my hand pulling me over to scarlett and Elizabeth "scarrrrrr omg" lexi squeals as they both scream and hug eachother after a second she pulls away "Elizabeth it's so nice to see you again" she says as they hug and Elizabeth speaks her voice is music to my ears "lexi its great to see you again thank you for coming" they exchanged pleasantries for a minute before lexi turns to me smiling "scar you remember my best friend y/n"
I smile as she leans in to hug me "of course I remember this gorgeous young lady" I blush and hold scarlett at arms length leaning back "scarlett a pleasure as always" I giggle as we all laugh before lexi turns to Elizabeth "Elizabeth this is y/n my single best friend just saying" I feel my face heat up as I gently slap lexis arm and glare at her before smiling and turning to Elizabeth "it's great to meet you Elizabeth I'm so sorry about her" she smiles and leans in to hug me fuck how do I breath I quickly shake myself out it and hug her back "it's great to meet you y/n you look drop dead gorgeous" she whispers leaning back to let her eyes roam my body causing me to blush I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to see Stacey smiling at me "hey beautiful care for another dance" I smile and nod as I turn to the girls "sorry ladies please excuse me ill catch up with you in a bit amazing party by the way"
I turn and head to the dance floor with Stacey I quickly turn to look back to see Elizabeth's eyes burning into me I quickly turn my attention to Stacey as she pulls me in by the waist both of us dancing to the beat I let myself get lost in the music and turn to grind my ass into her, her arms wrapped around me holding me into her I bite my lip as I continue to dance "sorry to bother you but mind If I steal y/n for a dance" I swallow harshly as I see Elizabeth death staring at Stacey "yeah of course lizzie" Stacy says as she walks towards her friends Elizabeth immediately takes her place holding my waist pulling me into her to whisper into my ear "what are you doing to me I've known you for 60 seconds but watching some chick all over you touching you watching you grind all over her, you're driving me crazy y/n" her tone and her words caused me to let out a moan "well you didn't ask me to dance Elizabeth she did" I smirk as she pulls me tighter against her my eyes open wide Holy shit is she packing "well now I am" she whispers her lips staying against my ears sending shivers down my spine as the song changes to something a little more steamy I smirk and turn pressing my ass against her as I start to grind my arm coming up and resting behind her neck as I continue to grind in time with the music I hear her groan into my ear as a pool starts to form in my thong thank god I didn't go pantie less after a minute I feel something hard against my ass as I turn to her and smash our lips together not caring who sees she happily returns the kiss as her hands rest on my ass squeezing pulling me closer once air becomes an issue I pull away and whisper breathless into her ear "are you packing" I say as I run my hand down to the bulge she blushes and shakes her head leaning in to whisper "I'm intersex I was born with a dick" her words make me bite my lip as I whisper yell "let's go somewhere a little more private"
she smirks and slaps my ass before grabbing my hand and leading me away from the party to what I'm assuming is a guest bedroom she shuts and locks the door before turning to look at me lust filling her eyes "the second I laid eyes on you I knew I had to have you and watching her all over you was driving me crazy" she says in one breath before walking towards me I bite my lip my eyes instantly landing on the huge bulge clearly visible through her pants "when I saw you I said to lex you where the most stunning woman I've ever laid my eyes on" I say a little shyly as I step towards her she kisses me with so much passion I don't even fight her on it I let her tounge explore my mouth as mine explores her before I know it my legs hit the bed and I fall back both of us giggling I kick my heels off and scoot back my bottom lip between my teeth as my eyes never leave hers "fuck you're so beautiful I need you now" I smirk as I lean up on my elbows "well I'm all yours baby" she climbs ontop of me kissing my neck her bulge pressing into my soaking heat making me moan "fuck y/n I need to hear more of those pretty little sounds" I giggle as I feel a little confident "well I think we're both wearing to many clothes if we had less I'm pretty sure I'd make alot more of those noises for you" she groans and sits up as she starts to strip my eyes watching her every move till she has nothing but boxers on she gently pulls me up to my feet and grabs the bottom of my dress slowly pulling my dress over my head her eyes fixed on my tits as the bounce free causing me to giggle "only panties under this" I bite my lip and nod "I didn't want bra lines it ruined the look so I went without, i was going to do no panties to just as well i didnt or there would have been such a mess down my legs while we where dancing"
I step closer letting my hands run down her body slowly my fingers tracing over her tits causing her to moan I gently pinch each nipple before continuing to run my hands down her  body stopping on the top of her boxers "may i" I whisper looking into her eyes "yes you have my full consent" I smirk and slowly pull her boxers down my eyes focused on her dick as it springs out to action a moan slipping past my lips at the sigh she smirks down at me my eyes wide never leaving her dick I take it in my left hand as I slowly stroke her before lowering my head taking her tip in my mouth I swirl my tounge purposely teasing her the moans that leave her mouth making me smirk I take a little more of her in my mouth still teasing her tip she pulls away lust in her eyes "no time for that you can tease me later right now I wanna be deep inside you i wanna feel you wrapped around my cock" I groan and stand up pushing my panties down my legs kicking them away as I throw myself back onto the bed instinctively opening my legs for her, her mouth falls open at the sight making me blush she crawls onto the bed between my legs "mmmh fuck baby look how wet your little cunt is for me" I moan and look down at her as her lips make contact with my clit sucking harshly "fuckkk Elizabeth all...for fuck all for you" I pant out my hand gripping her hair the pleasure rushing through my body her tounge moves down sliding through my wet folds teasing my entrance causing me to moan louder "lizzie please I need you"
I moan as my eyes roll as soon as she pushes her tounge inside me after a minute she pulls out licking her lips "mhhh fuck kitten you taste amazing I just had to taste you before I fuck your cunt raw because you're going to be sensitive" I moan looking right into her eyes before my eyes travel to her huge member, she lines herself up with my entrance before sliding inside me slowly both of us moaning I grip her arms as she continues to sink deeper inside me once she bottoms out she leans down placing gentle kisses over my lips causing me to smile as she let's me adjust to her size "I'm ready baby I'm ready" I pant out reassuring her she kisses me as she starts to thrust slowly I wrap my arms around her back as I dig my nails into her causing her to hiss slightly followed by a moan she starts to thrust faster pulling almost all the way out before slamming deeper inside me causing me to scream out in pleasure "yes yes fuckkkkkk right there lizzie" I pant she sits up putting my legs over her shoulders her thrusts becoming animalistic causing my eyes to roll my orgasm fast approaching "ye...I'm so...fuck don't stop" i whimper as she hits spots no one has hit before
after a few minutes I start to squirt all over her cock making her moan her eyes glued to my cunt as she continues to slide in and out "so fucking tight and wet kitten i love watching your little pussy squirt for me" she pants as her head falls back "cum for me lizzie please cum i want to feel you filling" I whimper and  with that she slams deep inside me cumming as she collapses on top of me as we both pant I run my hands through her hair and whisper "so fucking good lizzie" she kisses my neck as we both regain our composure as she slides out of me causing me to moan at the action "hands and knees kitten" I do as I'm told the excitement running through my veins as I climb into position making sure my ass is nice and high for her smirking as i bite my lip and shake my ass teasing her "mmmh look at that beautiful dripping cunt look at my seed dripping out of you so fucking beautiful" she whispers pushing her cum inside me with her thumb I moan as I feel my face heat up as she leans over kissing my back lining her cock up with my entrance she instantly slams deep inside me causing me to fall forward a little as screams of pleasure leave my lips she grips my hips and starts pounding into my tight cunt not giving me time to adjust to her this time the sounds of my wetness and her pounding along with our moans the only sounds to be heard this is heaven I let out a scream of pure pleasure as she brutally pounds my gspot over and over drool leaking from my mouth as I start to cum all over her cock she groans feeling me get tighter and continues to fuck me not letting me recover "such a good girl kitten fuck such a good girl for me, I'm gonna keep fucking you till you can't take it anymore"
my eyes roll as the pleasure continuously rushes through my body I feel another orgasm crashing over me as I squeal and try to wriggle away the pleasure becoming to much my legs shaking uncontrollably lizzie grips around my waist holding me in place so I can't move as she pounds harder and faster moaning into my ear "oh no kitten youre not going anywhere, I'm not stopping unless you ask me to stop" I feel another orgasm crash over me as I squirt uncontrollably "ne..n..never say..ing..sto...fuckkkkkkkkk" I squeal sounds I didn't know I had in me leaving my mouth I feel her thrusts become sloppy as another orgasm fast approaches "c..cum with me baby pl..plea..se oh fuck please" I managed to whimper begging her to cum with me after a few more thrusts she fills me with her seed as I cum all over her cock yet again she pulls out falling onto the bed breathless as she pulls me half ontop of her both our bodies sweaty hairs a mess breathing out of control we lay in silence for a few minutes until we can speak again "Holy shit we've been fucking for 3 hours" lizzie says with a surprised giggle I look up at her and smile "I think your party are gonna wonder where you went" she kisses my head  "right here is where I want to be and Holy shit you wernt gonna say stop no matter how many times I made you cum" she says with a smirk I sit up and smirk "it felt to good to stop I'd happily let you rail me all night every night I've never felt that way no one has ever made me squirt or cum like that" I say hiding my face she moves my hands and kisses me gently "I hope there's a next time" she whispers against my lips making me smile "you are perfection ill come up with lots of excuses to spend as much time with you as possible" she giggles and bites her lip "no need for excuses beautiful I wanna spend time with you too give me your phone" I grab my phone from my clutch as she types away "now you have my number but I'd love it if we could spend the night together" I climb ontop of her wrapping my arms around her "of course I will" she smiles as we continue to cuddle for 30 minutes before heading back to the party hand in hand my legs still shaking. 
AN: Holy shit this is 3.3k words but I couldn't be bothered splitting it into 2 parts but there is room to add more parts to this if yall like it, honest opinions welcome I hope you enjoy it though requests are open as always babes hope everyone is well ♥
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harryhitties · 9 months
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Stockholm Syndrome*
Summary: You have a boyfriend, Brad. You go to his house one evening, where you are greeted by his billionaire ceo dad, Harry. Turns out, Harry wants you to keep you for himself, and will do anything to achieve that.
Pairing: dom!daddy Harry x son's girlfriend y/n (both 18+ and contenting adults: y/n is 22 and Harry is nearing 40: age gap: 18 years
Word count: 7k+
Warnings: Smut:), age-gap romance (18 years gap), noncon to dubcon, forced sex, tying up, use of handcuffs, cuffs, ballgag, pussy plug, duct tape, collar and chain, creampie, pussy spanking, face slapping, forced orgasms. This is a dark fic. 18+ only. Don't read if you are uncomfortable with non consenting sex, or sex in general. This also contains bdsm themes. Reader discretion advised.
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Today was a nice day. I was going to meet up with my boyfriend, Brad. We were planning to meet at his house, then head to a club or bar for some fun. I was laying in bed, texting him. It started as some harmless and cheesy texts, which quickly turned into some steamy sexting.
“Don’t cum"
“But Brad, I can’t hold it anymore. You’ve been edging me for 15 minutes!!”
“Hold it, baby, or we won’t have any fun tonight”
“Ughhh, God, you’re the worst”
“God isn’t gonna help you if you get yourself into trouble. Alright, now go take a bath and get ready to meet me at home.”
“Okay, bye, baby, or should I say, daddy?” I chuckled to myself.
“Fine. Do whatever you want. Call me whatever you want. But remember how to apologize when I’ll be spanking your ass red and fucking you so damn hard, you won’t be able to breathe.”
“Jesus Christ”
“I’ll see you in an hour or so. Drive safe, babe!”
That bastard. He is so annoying.
I get up, my pussy still throbbing. I got into the shower and removed my panties and tank top and threw them in the laundry basket. I so desperately want to finish myself off, but he promised me multiple orgasms, and it'll be stupid of me to jeopardize that.
I wash myself with the citrus-flavored gel, his favorite. I shave myself thoroughly and apply aloe moisturizer. I wear his favorite black lingerie.
The cups are made of delicate silk, which make my cleavage look gorgeous. The panties attached to it are crotchless, which makes my pussy look mouth-watering. His self control would fly out of the window when he sees me and he would maybe edge me less, though I highly doubt his self-control. There's lace from the bra to the panties, with a little bow in the front, which, when pulled, undoes the whole thing.
I put on a little sundress which ends just below my ass, my hairs in soft curls and push them behind my shoulder. I put on my perfume, and light makeup with red lipstick. Giving myself a final look in the mirror: I looked sexy, strike that, I looked absolutely ravishing. I took my keys, turned off the lights and left for his house.
◇ ◇ ◇
(Around 7 pm)
I stood there, shaking in anticipation and excitement for tonight. Gently, I pressed the doorbell. Brad opened the door, and immediately looked at me from top to bottom. I felt so small in his intense gaze, and lowered my gaze to the floor, my submissive side taking control.
“Jesus, look at you, so fucking hot, just roaming in the streets looking like a fucking meal”, he growled and pulled me inside. He closed the door and pushed me against it. I threw my keys and reached for him to wrap my arms around his shoulder, but he was quick. He took hold of both my wrists and pushed them above my head, trapping me between the door and him.
"The things I'm going to do to you.."
I try to reach for his lips with mine, but he pulls back.
"A little too desperate today, aren’t we?" He chuckles.
"Dick"
"Oh, so that's what I'm now? You know what, maybe I'll edge you tonight. Lick you, taste you, spank you, tease you, to the point where you will be begging me to let you come. But I won't. I will tease you further, till you are crying for my hands, my mouth, my cock, anything to just let you finish. Then, maybe I'll give you what you want. If you beg enough, of course"
"Kiss me, please?" I ask
He touches his lips to mine, and pulls back.
"Please!" I beg.
"Only because you asked nicely"
He finally attaches his lips to mine. Slow and sensual. That is, until he pushes both of my wrists in his one hand and the other to my back, pushing me towards him. I gasp, and he pushes his tongue into mine, deepening the kiss.
"Mmm" I moan, as I begin to get wet. My panties are crotchless, so my wetness is definitely going to seep down my thighs.
He pushes me further into him, our chests colliding. I stand on my tiptoes to reach him and kiss him.
Just as he was about to pull me up so I could wrap my legs around him, we heard a cough. He immediately put me on the floor and we both looked behind him. It was his dad, Harry Styles. “Sorry, dad” Brad said as he put me down and released my wrists. I pulled my dress back down as Mr Styles gave me a side eye. I must be looking so fucked out, red cheeks and swoolen lips.
Brad turned back to me and said "Come in, baby".
I followed him to his living room and he gestured to me to sit down on the sofa. I sat down, and he introduced me to his dad.
“Y/n, this is my father, Harry Styles. Dad, this is Y/n, my girlfriend.”
“Nice to meet you, y/n.” he said,as he offered his hand for a handshake. I stood up, and shook my hand with him. He was sitting on the couch, so I had to bend down a little to shake his hand, unwillingly offering him a view at my chest. He looked for a second and then looked away.
“Did you offer her something? Where are your manners?”
“Yeah, sorry, totally forgot. What would you like, miss y/n? Tea? Coffee?”
“Coffee would be nice. Thank you.”
“Yes ma’am, coming right away.” Brad said, as he left for the kitchen.
“So, Y/n, how are you?” Harry said.
“I’m fine, sir, thank you. How are you?” I asked.
“I’m great, thanks for asking. Just arrived here last night for a business trip. May take a while. Sure you’re comfortable with me staying here?” Harry asked, as he sat back more comfortably.
“Oh no no no! Why would you think that? It’s your house, stay however long you like.” I replied, feeling a bit embarrassed at my eagerness.
“Good to hear. Wouldn’t want to make such a pretty girl uncomfortable now, would I?”
I blushed at his remark and I was sure by now my whole face was bright red.
Thank heavens that Brad came in with my coffee and I was saved from further embarrassment.
I folded my legs and sat down comfortably with my coffee. My dress was ridiculously short, as I had worn it for Brad, not expecting his father to be home. It rode up my thighs and stopped just before my panties.When I was taking coffee from Brad and thanking him, I swear his dad stared at my legs. Or maybe it was my mind playing tricks at me.
His dad was not too old. He might be in his late 30s or early 40s. He was very attractive, and I guess that's where Brad got his handsomeness from. His wife left him for his business partner when Brad was only five, since then, he changed his life. Worked so damn hard, changed his average firm to one of the city’s biggest. He raised Brad alone, but never made him feel that he grew up without a mum. He was extremely talented and hardworking, and he deserved whatever he had today. A nice son, mansions in multiple cities, a private jet, more than a dozen luxury cars. I never fully understood why he did not date anyone after his wife? Did he lose hope in love, or maybe just had one night stands. I'll probably never know.
We chatted for a bit, till Harry asked if we had some business. Brad said that we were planning on hitting a club. He then told us to go wherever we wanted, and to take care of ourselves and to use protection.Ughhh.
We then left the living room and he asked me to come up to his room.
“You go, babe, I’m right behind you.”
I went into his room and sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for him. After 5 minutes and still no sign of him, I thought of calling him. But then, I had an idea.
I pulled out our bdsm kit from his locker, and put it beside the bed. Thinking of surprising him, I thought I would get into position, wrap myself up, and present myself as a pre-birthday present to him. My sundress had a bow in front, which would open up the dress from the front, exposing my sexy lingerie.
I dimmed the lights and lit some candles. Then put on some soft music, and sat on the bed with my legs bent. I took out the rope, handcuffs, paddles, plugs, gags and the blindfold. I put the box back under his bed. Then, I tied the blindfold around my eyes and put my hands in handcuffs behind my back. I figured Brad knew where the key was, and did not bother to look for it. All tied up, I waited for Brad to come and devour me.
When Brad left y/n to go to his room, his phone rang..
“Hello?”
“Good evening sir, sorry to bother you so late, but the case you took up today, of the New York client, needs attention.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m afraid you might have to come to the office.”
“Not this again, I made sure to clear up my schedule for today so I can be free for the evening.”
“Sorry, sir”
“Fine, I’m on my way. Will reach by 9.”
He ended the call and looked back. He would have to leave for office immediately to reach on time. This nyc case was a big one, one that his whole law career depended on. Even though he worked in his dad’s law firm, he didn’t take his job for granted. He studied in a prestigious law school, and gradually made his way up in his dad’s firm, starting from the bottom.
His room was upstairs. He thought of calling y/n, but then saw his dad going upstairs.
“Dad!”
“Yeah?”
“I just got a call from the office. I have to get there immediately. Could you go to my room and tell y/n that I’m busy today?” In this way, he would be saved from listening to her whine about it.
“Sure, drive safe!”
“Yes, dad”
Saying that, he picked up his keys and left.
(Harry’s POV)
“Tell Y/n that Brad's busy?hmm.” I muttered to myself as I climbed up the stairs. Y/n. Like she isn’t all I think about since I saw her on the front door. When Brad put her down, and her cheeks were red, lips swollen and pupils dilated, my cock twitched in my pants. Oh boy, how much would I love to take her away and have my way with her. Then, in the living room, while shaking my hand, she bent so much, almost ended up showing me her chest. Her breasts were tightly confined to the top of her dress, looking so tempting. I swear if she had bent a bit more, they would have popped out. And those legs, those fucking legs of hers, so soft, so smooth and shiny and so kissable. When she sat on the couch in front of me, her mere excuse of a dress rode up, exposing more of her to me. I just wanted to bend her over, tear that “dress" apart and have my way with her, right on the table, not caring if Brad was his boyfriend. I know how perverted it is to fantasize about my son’s girlfriend, but that doesn't matter when she looks like that. I could feel myself hardening in my pants. So, I decided to quickly pass the information so I can take care of my dick.
(Back to y/n’s pov)
After what felt like an eternity, I could feel Brad coming towards the room. I spread my legs and swelled my chest. Slowly, the door clicked open.
“Hey, baby, or should I say, daddy?,hm?”
I laced my voice with as seductiveness as I could, as I was dripping down my thighs with anticipation of what he was going to do to me.
Harry was too stunned to say. Hell, he couldn’t even move a hair. Seeing the girl that got him hard, handcuffed and blindfolded, sitting with spread legs. Completely helpless and vulnerable.
Opportunity. That was the only word in his mind. One opportunity to fuck this girl, which may never came back.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here, hm?”
My heartbeat stopped for a second when I heard Harry’s voice instead of Brad’s.
“FUCK! Shit, sir, I’m so sorry. I was waiting for Brad. Where did he go?”
I struggled against my handcuffs as I tried to get out of them. I was so stupid! Why would I even think of something like this? Stupid, stupid y/n!
“He had to leave for his office. Urgent work call. Asked me to come up here and inform you that he won’t be able to be with you tonight.”
Oh God. OH MY GOD. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO GET OUT OF MY HANDCUFFS? THE KEY WAS WITH BRAD, OR ONLY HE KNEW WHERE IT WAS.
I was about to cry. Getting embarrassed was one thing. Getting embarrassed in front of a billionaire who was your boyfriend’s dad, while looking like a slut was another.
“Mr. Styles, I’m so so sorry for this. Please don’t take this the wrong way. We were just having fun and I wanted to surprise him, so I did all this for him. Could you help me get out of this? I will leave immediately.” I begged him.
“And why would I do that? Hm?”
“WH-WHAT?”
He leaned closer and said "Why would I want to set you free? huh? When will I have the perfect opportunity to have my way with you?"
I shivered. Surely, he wasn't serious.
"What? Mr. Styles, you can't be serious. And I am in no mood for jokes. Please, help me"
"Who said I was joking? I am very serious. I am going to fuck you, right here on my son's bed and make you feel so good, you'll forget him. Only cock in your mind will be mine." He said, and he put his hand on my chest, trying to feel.
"No, you pervert! Get away from me or I'll shout. Help!! HELP ME!!! HELPP-"
"Shout all you want, babygirl, no one is around to listen to your cries for help, except me. And believe me, they're doing a great job at making me hard."
“No,please, just let me go. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“You will do whatever I want. I will do whatever I want with you. Right here, right now."
I kicked him away, as I tried to get down the bed.
He catches me quickly, and throws me on the bed. He walks to the door and locks it, throwing the key in his pocket.
I try to get up on my feet again, finally succeeding. I run to the door, and struggle against it, all in vain. Mr. Styles pulls the comforter, and sees everything I had laid out for Brad to use on me.
He chuckles, "Look what we have here. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's like you want me to take advantage of your body."
He walks up to me and picks me up again, and throws me over his shoulder. He carries me back to the bed, and attaches handcuffs to my arms. He loops it over the bars in the headboard, trapping me on the bed. He reaches out for the gag, and tries to tie it around my mouth.
I spit at him, and seal my mouth. He tries to open it, to insert the gag, but I don't comply.
He throws the gag on the bed, and smacks me across the face. I resist and he does it again and again. My cheeks start burning from the impact and abuse. It all hurts too much, and eventually, I give in, letting him tie the gag. He ties it tightly around my head and puts my head back on the comforter.
Suddenly, my phone starts ringing. It is kept on the other end of the room, to my fucking luck. I try to shout through the gag, even try to free myself, all in vain. After a while, he comes back into the room and locks the door behind him.
"Don’t make a sound, or I will hit you" I shivered, as he got really close to my face, which was still throbbing.
He gently removed the gag from my mouth and put is index finger on my lips "sshhhh"
He then went south and pulled my legs apart. He stared at my panties, which were completely soaked. I was confused. He was abusing me and hurting me, why was I wet? He pulled them down, and off my legs. He rolled them into a ball, and stuffed them in my mouth.
“Close your mouth”, he growled.
He then picked up the duct tape, and opened it. Stuffing the panties deeper, he put the tape over it.
Sticking it across my lower face, he breathed out in satisfaction.
He put my face back on the pillows.
“My my, what do we have here? Look at this pussy of yours.”
He said, breathily. He pushed my dress up, away from my pussy. He then noticed the bow in front of my dress. He pulled at it experimentally, and my whole dress opened up, revealing my lingerie.
“Shit” he cursed as he removed the dress completely.
I tried to close my legs, but he saw, and pushed them away. He held them apart in his hands, and he was so much stronger than me.
Spreading my pussy, he swiped his finger across my folds. He gently slid a finger in, as far as he could push. My pussy was clenching around him, desperate for more.
He reached up, and grabbed my breasts. He kneaded them in his palms, reeling in the way the soft flesh felt between his palms.
He took the scissors and cut my bra, removing it, and throwing it on the floor.
He grabbed my breasts again, and kneaded them in his hands. He then bent and took my nipple in his mouth. Sucking and biting on it, till it got hard. He did the same with my other nipple till the bud was erect. He then took hold of both my nipples and twisted and pulled at them. I was getting wetter and wetter by each passing second, his torture to my body going straight to my clit. He sucked on my nipples a bit more, and then moved to my pussy.
He held my labia and pushed it apart, exposing my pussy and clit.
"Jesus, look at your pussy. So pink, and wet. So unused." He licked a stripe from my ass to my clit and I moaned.
“Enjoying this, aren’t we?” he smirked and he started licking my pussy. After I got wet enough, he brought a digit and wetted it using his mouth. He brought it down and smeared my arousal on it, spreading it throughout my vagina. He pushed it in, my pussy welcoming the delicious friction. He fucked me with his fingers and licked my clit, gently sucking on it every now and then. I was moaning behind the gag, thrashing against my bonds. I was about to cum, and he sensed my orgasm. He started sucking with more fervor, increasing the speed of his finger. Within seconds, I came all over his fingers and mouth, my arousal painted on his face.
He spanked my pussy a few times and got up. He started stripping: he removed his boxers, revealing his massive cock. I widened my eyes at his size. Gosh, he was so big. So fucking big, I doubted if he would be able to fit it in.
He got on the bed, and spread my pussy lips. He gathered my wetness and started to rub it on his cock. He started stroking himself .
Throwing his head back, he moaned and then looked at me. He slid forward, and lined his cock with my pussy. Gently, he pushed his cock into me. I screamed. Even though I was quite wet, I couldn’t adjust to him immediately. He pulled out and picked up the lube from the floor. Gathering a generous amount, he lubed up his cock and then pushed back. It went in, without resistance. He grabbed my breasts for leverage and started fucking me harshly.
“So goddamn wet and tight you are, no wonder Brad has his fun with you-” he moaned, and I came for the second time that night, this time around his cock.
He kept fucking me harshly, keeping up his restless pace which had my legs shaking and pussy tingling, and he ripped orgasms after orgasms from me.
After a few last thrusts, Mr. Styles was emptying his cum inside of me. After he finished cumming, he picked up the plug from the bed. He pulled out his cock, and pushed the plug into my pussy.
“You’re gonna keep my cum in you.”
He said, as he pulled off the bed and went to the bathroom.
He came back wearing boxers and pulled his phone from his pocket. He dialed someone.
“Hello”
“May I speak to Brad, please?”
“Sure, sir”
“Yes, Dad?”
“Son, I think this case is really important. Not just for you, but for our firm as well. I suggest you go to New York for a month or two, and complete the case there.”
I started to yell, to make any noise, but any of it couldn’t reach where he was standing.
“But, Dad-”
“Nothing I will hear against my wish. You take up another one like this and I’ll get you promoted.”
“Really, dad?”
“Yes. I’m a man of my words.”
“Okay, dad. I’ll come by in the morning to pick up a few clothes.”
“Sure”
With that, he ended the call and looked at me.
I was fear stricken. I was fucked. He was the only one who cared about me enough. I was not close to my parents, so they won’t bother to call me or check on me. I was between jobs at the moment, so even my employer won’t check on me.
I was so fucked.
“Now, what do we do about you, huh?”
He came back to the bed, and removed the tape from my mouth. I coughed out the panties, and he gave me a glass of water. I chugged it down, like a starved dog.
“Easy, baby, didn’t know you were so eager.”
“Brad’s gonna come home soon. I am gonna tell him everything. You are so fucked, you piece of shit”
“You really think I don’t have all that planned out?”
I shiver at his words. Surely, he won’t kidnap me, right?
RIGHT?
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, you’ll find out.”
He comes back to the bed and pushes my legs back together. I bring them close, aching from my orgasms.
He then removes the handcuffs from my elbows which attached me to the bed. I try to get up, but he catches me again.
“What the fuck? Are you dumb? Did you not realize in the last 2 hours that you cannot run away from me? Try, go on. You won’t be able to get out of the room, even. It’s locked and I have the keys.”
“Why are you doing this? Why?”
“Because, do you even realize how you look, how you smell? Your face, so innocent, like a little girl. Your chest, all swelled up. Your breasts look so delicious and inviting. I can’t wait to squeeze and suck on them. Your ass is so full, I can’t wait to just grab and bite it. And those legs, those goddamn legs. You, young woman, are like the embodiment of sex, just walking around in the streets giving yourself to stupid men. You deserve to be hidden away from the world, and only accessible to a man. A real man who knows what to do to you. Understand?”
“B-But I’m your son’s girlfriend” I whisper, as I start sobbing.
“Yeah, I’m quite aware of that. He doesn't deserve you. And I’m going to correct that.”
I fall to the floor and start sobbing hysterically. I just cannot believe this is happening.
“Okay, just stop crying. First, we need to take care of Brad when he comes home. Then, you are gonna have to call him in the morning and tell him you slept with someone else. That’ll get him off you.”
“I won’t do it. I will yell and tell him everything.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you won’t. You will do exactly as I say.”
“NO”
“Oh, well then, here goes nothing. Do you remember you have a family? And a cute little brother, y/b/n who goes to a reputed school in New Jersey? Your parents live near the countryside. Your dad, y/d/n is a teacher. Your mother, y/m/n is a housewife. One phone call, and their bodies will be on my front door.”
“NO! NO! You won’t do it”
“Oh, you have to believe me, sweetheart. You don’t take chances when it comes to your family.”
I shook. I was so terrified. I can’t let anything happen to my family. They’re all I have now.
“The choice is yours, love. You want your stupid freedom or your family. Because the moment you do something that I didn't approve of, say goodbye to them.”
I couldn’t say anything. I didn’t have any choice, rather than listening to whatever he says.
“Okay, I-I'll listen to you.” I whispered.
“What? Didn’t quite catch that.”
“I’ll listen to whatever you say.”
“Explain yourself to me”
“I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll break up with brad. I’ll stay with you and never leave. I’ll obey your every command.”
“Attagirl. See? You're good at this.Now, come back to me.”
I get up,and walk to him.
“Look at you, so ruined, yet so pretty.” He says, as he wipes the smudged mascara off my eyes. “Turn around for me”
“Where’s the key to these?” He says, picking up my wrists bound by the handcuffs.
“I-I do-don’t know.”
“What?”
“I don’t know. I just found them without the key. I figured Brad had it, so he’d open them after we were done.”
“Well, Brad's never going to touch you ever again. Guess we’ll have to work with this, then”
He carries me to the bathroom, and puts me down on the toilet seat. The plug gets shifted around, and I moan as it pushes a spot inside me.
He moves to the tub, and turns the taps on, filling it up with water. He puts some bath salts in it and walks back to me. He carried me to the sink and pulled out the plug.
"Push it out"
I wince as I try to push it out as much as I can. Some of it slides behind towards my ass, the rest of it on the cloth and he cleans it out of me.
He carries me and puts me in the tub. He uses the loofah and lots of soap, to clean everything off my body. After he's done, he pulls me out and wraps a really soft towel around me. He walks out, and I follow him.
I stand on the bathroom door as he cleans up Brad's room.
It takes a while but he rearranges it. It’s all back to the way it was when I first came in the evening
He carries me to his room, and puts me on the bed, closing the door behind him.
I look around the room. It has to be the biggest room in the house. Huge closet and bathroom, a bookshelf, a study table, a wine shelf, everything. I look beside the bed, where my ruined clothes are lying.
He comes back to the bed and sits beside me.
“Okay, listen closely. I am going to keep you for myself. For as long as I like. You should tell yourself that, so it becomes easy for you. You will be like my partner. I will keep you, cherish you, take care of you, fuck you, make you feel good. I will keep you better and treat you better than any man has before. You just have to submit yourself to me. You can have anything you want, but it has to be approved by me first. You will address me by sir, or daddy. Whichever you prefer.
You can roam around in the house, freely. But, I will put a tracker on you, just in case. You will spend a lot of time in bondage. I will give you full choice and freedom, to tell me what you like, and what you do not. You will eat the food I give you and drink lots of water. You will have a schedule, which you will have to follow. You have to exercise daily, take a bath daily and take care of yourself. Any questions?”
“What will happen when you leave LA?”
“You will come with me. You will be where I am.”
“B-But how?”
“In my private jet. I will tie you up and put you in a cage. whichever you . It will be transported safely to my residence in other places.”
“In a cage?”
“Yes. You will get used to it, though. We will also establish a safeword. In the morning.
Now, I think Brad’s gonna be home soon. It’s almost 2 pm. I can’t trust you right now, so I will tie you in my closet.”
“Okay”
“Come”
He gestures for me to walk behind him. I follow. He opens an almirah, with doors made of glass.
“Here”
I look at him, he’s holding a collar. It has my name engraved on it.
“What is that?”
“A collar.”
“How-how does it have my name on it?”
“Oh, sweetheart, did you think I planned this yesterday? No, no, no. I have planned this out for 2 months. Was waiting for the right opportunity. Didn’t know you’d give it to me myself, with spread legs and crotchless panties.”
He put the collar around my neck,and attached a chain to it. He attached a chain to a hook in the almirah.
“Get in”
I get in the almirah, and get comfortable. He puts handcuffs around my ankles, making me immoblie.
“In you go”. I get back in and crouch down. He closes the almirah, locking it.
I suddenly panic, but then I look up and see that there’s a one foot square opening on the top, for breathing. I settle in, and close my eyes. I drift off to sleep.
I am woken up by the sound of chains. Sir is undoing my collar chain from the almirah hook
"Rise and shine, sunshine. We've got a lot of work to do today. I try to rub my eyes, but my hands are handcuffed behind my back.
"First, you gotta call Brad and break up with him."
"How" I ask, my voice still raspy.
"It's for you to decide. Break his heart, do whatever you want. Remove him from your life."
"Open your phone, call him."
I get up, and get out of the almirah. I try to reach my phone with bound hands and legs, but I can't.
He walks to me, and picks up my phone, he unlocks it and dials Brad's number.
"Hello"
"Hi, Brad."
"Baby, you didn't call me last night. I was worried. Did you see my texts or voicemails."
"No-listen!, we need to talk…about last night"
"Yeah, that's what I am telling you. I got a call from the office and I have to leave immediately so I told dad to inform you and tell you to go home. I was so worried about you, baby, I thought you would call after reaching home."
Sir grabs my ass.
"Listen to me, after you told me that...I was very angry so I stormed out of your house and took a cab home but then, in the middle of the way I decided that I'd go to the club myself. So, I went to the club and got really really drunk. A man came up behind me and started to dance with me. He started touching me and fondling me and grabbing me and it felt really good. I was so horny since the morning and-and you left me high and dry. I was mad and drunk so I-I went home with him.
"WHAT?"
"Sorry, Brad"
"What the fuck, y/n? I never even imagined you would cheat on me. I was even looking up tickets for Los Angeles and New York so you can come and meet me. I gave you all but you just threw it out for some guy from the bar. “
“But, Brad-”
“NO! I don’t want to listen to anything. Don’t call me. EVER AGAIN.!”
He cuts the call. I sigh, as I turn to look towards sir, who is smirking at me.
“This is all because of you, you fucking piece of shit”
“Hey! Language. Besides, you don’t want your brother getting beat up at school, do you”
I groaned. I was about to cry.
“Alright, that was task no 1 for today. Now, turn around.” I turn, and he is holding the key to the handcuffs. He frees my legs, and then my hands. That piece of shit.
“How did you free my hands?”
“With the key, of course.”
“But- the key was with Brad.”
“It was in the box itself. You didn't look hard enough”
He carries me back to his bedroom, and sits with me on the bed.
"We have to discuss a safeword. If anything that we do, feels not right, or causes panic, you can use it and I'll stop immediately. But, you have to be careful with using it. you can't just use it because I'm keeping you here against your will. Okay?"
I nod my head in response.
"Words, pet."
I shivered at the nickname and acknowledged "Yes, sir"
"I am thinking of going with the traffic light system. Red if you want to stop, yellow if you want to slow down and green if it's alright and you want to keep going. Sounds good?:
"Yes" I responded absent-mindedly, still processing what's going on.
"And it's what, like 30 spanks now? Figured you would have learnt by now"
Shit.
"I'm sorry- yes, yes sir!" I quickly replied.
"That's better. Okay, now, I'm sorry for hurting you yesterday. It was awful and I shouldn't have done that. I will apologize to you for that for as long as you want, till you can forgive me. I promise to never do that again."
I nodded my head in response, not expecting genuine guilt and an apology from him.
He continues, "Have you tried anal before?"
My eyes widened. I had read about it on the internet, a lot of it. There were mixed opinions on it, but eventually they all said that anal sex feels good. Even orgasming is possible. But, the initial stage of starting it hurts like a bitch. Maybe it was something I would've done with brad.
"No"
"Oh, Well, that's something new for us to do"
"I am not having anal sex with you"
"I will decide that, not you" He says, as he comes up to me and holds my chin to look at me.
"You work and live with my rules. everything
about your life, every decision is now mine to make, understand?"
"Okay"
"Okay? I thought I taught you better than that."
"Okay, sir"
"That's better.Besides, I'll gradually ease you into anal. I will stretch you open for a while, till I put my cock in it. Besides, tonight's your punishment, maybe we can start today itself."
"Punishment?" I stutter "Wh-What punishment?"
"Your punishment, for failing to address me properly. Now, for once, it's 10 spanks. Continue, and I'm happy to add more."
"No,sir"
"Okay, now. You will be wearing whatever you feel is comfortable for you.. You will be wearing a collar at all times, and you will be bound to a place, till I know that I can trust you. Understand?"
"Yes, sir"
"Okay. I will tell you to do small odd jobs for me, and you will do them. Failure to do so will be punished accordingly."
"Okay, sir. I Understand."
"Now, like I said, disobedience will be punished, but Obedience will be equally rewarded. You will have to earn it from me. Both punishment and pleasure."
"Ok, sir"
"That's good to know. Now, what will you do today? What do you want to do today?"
"Whatever you say, sir"
"Well, I have a lot of work to do. I might also go out. I have a library in my study downstairs. Why don't you search for something to read and pass your time till I'm back?"
"My phone-"
"It's mine now. You won’t get any object with which you can communicate outside. You can play video games, if you want. They’re a bit old, will have to fix them up."
"Okay, can I get a tshirt and panties? I feel weird being naked the whole morning."
"I will be happy to give you that. But don't feel insecure or exposed to me. If i feel like you're trying to hide your perfect body from me, I'll keep you naked the whole day. Now, follow me."
"Yes, sir" I followed him, and he took me to a closet. It was full of casual clothes, t shirts and shorts mostly.
"Wear what you want, I'll buy more for you."
I picked out a T-shirt and shorts, and put them on quickly.
"Now, where do you want to stay? You'll be there the whole day."
"Your room, sir."
"Okay, come with me to the library and choose a book. I'll then lock you in my room."
I followed him to his study. It was a massive room. Made of oakwood, the room was warm and had an earthy smell. The furniture was antique and well chosen according to the room. It has to be the best designed room in the house. I walked to the cupboards where the books were, and the soft patter of my feet echoed across the room.
I looked through, and found some books that caught my attention. I picked them up, and he walked me to his room. I settled on the bed, and put the books down.
He attached a chain to my collar, and then attached the other end to a hook in the wall. I wondered why it was there in the first place. He put cuffs around my ankles. They weren't too tight and I could move my legs around, but enough to bind me to one place. He kept water beside me and some food. He locked the door with a key and went away.
He came back after a few seconds and said “If you need to use the loo, there’s a bin at the corner. Use it and I’ll clean it later.” he said, and went back.
I was still processing everything. How my life had come to this. A kidnapped girl in a billionaire’s house.
I tired to read my books, but mostly, I tried to get out of my bonds so that I could run away from there. But, it was all in vain. Eventually, I got tired, ate the food and went to sleep.
I woke up at 7 pm, and it had gotten dark outside. I opened my eyes and saw sir sitting at the couch, scrolling through his phone.
"You're up. How was today?"
"Fine. I just slept throughout the day."
"Yeah, well, all that struggling you did to get out must've been tiring."
My eyes widened.
"I-I didn't struggle"
"Well, I guess the camera is lying, then."
I looked throughout the room and didn't find one.
"You thought I'd just keep it in plain sight? I'm not stupid, Y/n. Okay, now we're going to go downstairs and have a nice dinner. Then, it'll be time for your long awaited punishment."
"Okay,sir"
He removed the chain from the hook and kept it on the bed. I followed him downstairs l, where we had dinner on the dining table.
He put the dishes in the dishwasher and turned to face me
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"Alright, pet. Now, time for your punishment"
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The KC Couple - Part 12
Warnings: labor, language
Word Count: 944 words
Week 11 - 11/20 vs Philadelphia Eagles
It was homecoming week. Eagles vs Chiefs. This meant the whole fam was hanging out in a suite on Monday night. Ed and Donna were both going to be in the suite. Kylie and the girls, who normally don’t sit in a suite will be in the Kelce suite at Arrowhead. 
You were excited to see everyone. You weren’t able to see Kylie and the girls often. You saw Donna and Ed throughout the season at games. But Kylie stays in Philadelphia for Eagles games. Travis was able to see them more often when he was close to them for other games. 
Time Skip
You were currently sitting in the suite watching the 3rd quarter. The score was 17-14 Chiefs. The Chiefs had not been playing as well as they could be. You had been cramping a little throughout the game but thought nothing of it. As the Eagle’s punting team went out to punt you felt a gush of liquid between your legs.
“Ky, I think my water just broke,” you said, scaredly.
“What?” she said.
“That or I peed myself.”
“Have you been having contractions?”
“I have been cramping. But I was just ignoring it. I thought they were Braxton Hicks.”
“Ok, we need to get you to the hospital.”
“But what about the game?”
“Y/N forget the game. Honey, you are in labor. You are going to meet your daughter.”
“Oh, my god. I’m gonna meet my daughter. Oh my god Travis never talked to Andy. What do I do?”
“I don’t know.”
“I have access to go down to the field and talk to someone and see if he can leave.”
You and Kylie went down to the tunnel and talked to a security guard and they said they would get him and he would head to the hospital shortly after you.
Time Skip
Jason saw Travis run into the locker room. He questioned what was going on.
Travis sprinted through the locker room, struggling to get undressed and redressed. He freaked out when the security guard walked to one of the team managers and he overheard that you were in labor. He was now trying to go as fast as possible to get to the hospital. His baby girl was on the way. 13 weeks early. He didn’t know what to think.
Travis was running to the car as he was trying to get a hold of you, but you were not answering. You finally answered on the ninth call. 
“Hello?” you asked.
“Hey baby girl. How are you?”
“In pain, where are you?”
“Driving. I am about 15 minutes away.”
“Well, hurry. I need you.” 
You were sobbing at this point. You had never wanted Travis with you so bad. You were most nervous that he wouldn’t make it. You didn’t know why he wouldn’t make it, because he is 15 minutes away and you are nowhere near pushing. 
15 minutes later Travis was sprinting into the hospital.
“What room is Y/N Kelce in?”
“Are you her husband?”
“Obviously what room?”
“1384.”
Travis took off running again. He burst into the room and to your side.
“Hi,” you said.
“Hey, how are you doing?”
“This is so fucking stupid. Why does it have to hurt this fucking badly.”
Travis looked at his mom. 
“So labor makes her cuss like a sailor. I don’t know. Just breathe.”
“The doctor should be back any moment,” Donna said.
Travis pushed your hair off of your forehead. He kissed your forehead.
“Do not kiss me right now. You put me into this mess.”
“You asked for it,” he whispered into your ear.
“Shut the fuck up and quit touching me.”
Your doctor walked in shortly after. “Mr. Kelce, welcome to a party.”
“What’s going on Doc. She’s too early.”
“We will do everything we can to make sure both mom and baby are healthy but we are going to deliver your baby girl today. We have a c-section scheduled if needed but we are going to attempt to do a natural birth. If that is ok with you two.”
“Yes, I don’t want surgery.”
“Then we are going to do everything we can to make this as smooth of a process as possible.”
Time Skip
15 hours later it was time to push. Jason and Donna were in the waiting room with the girls. While Kylie and your mom were sitting on the couch in the corner. Travis was standing next to you holding your hand encouraging you.
“Come on, baby. You are doing so good.”
“Shut up Kelce. I hate this. I don’t want to do it anymore.”
“It’ll be worth it once we see her.” 
“I know that. This just fucking hurts.”
Time Skip (again I’m sorry)
You were currently sleeping. You had given birth to a 2 pound baby girl. Who was currently looking at staying in the hospital for 8 weeks. The doctors said if they can get her weight up she can leave earlier. The doctors allowed your baby to be in your room with you. Travis was currently watching both of his girls sleep. 
In his eyes, his life couldn’t get any better. He had everything he had ever wanted. And you had given him all of it. You were his end game. You had given him his baby girl. He couldn’t ask for anything else. 
You were going to be discharged on Thursday. You had cried for an hour when they told you that you would be going home without your baby girl. Travis didn’t know how to help you anymore. All he wanted was for the two of you to be ok. 
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A/N: OMG they had the baby 13 weeks early. Name will be revealed shortly...
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LMFAOO raven stop i literally had tears on my screen😂😂😂 just imagine me smiling with tears falling down my face and little sniffles💀anyway i’m better now so there shouldn’t be any typos.
okay so lemme tell you how dinner went. well actually before we get there lemme tell you how it was meeting my new family lol. so after i had finished getting ready i was too damn nervous to walk out i had to do some deep breaths. when i walked out my room and downstairs (also our house is different, i forgot to mention that cause that wasn’t really important to me in the moment) my sisters were out in the backyard taking pictures and stuff, while my two brothers and my dad were sitting on the couch just waiting since dudes get ready in 15 seconds no matter where they’re going LFMAO😭 and RAVEN tell me why my brother, the one i hugged while crying, gonna say ‘ah the random cry baby is ready’😂😂😂😂 it was not random he needs to stop lol he just don’t know. i told him to shut up and then i started to walk to my parents room to see my mom cause i knew she’d be in there still getting ready. everything was natural. that was one thing i was nervous about, whether or not it would be weird cause i didn’t know anyone. but i realized that they’re a product of MY consciousness, i made them lol so why wouldn’t i be familiar with them? 
now! the dinner. we went to pappadeaux (i got mozzarella cheese bites shit was so good) and the way there was genuine laughs and conversation flowing around the table was so refreshing. ugh it just feels so good and the great thing is, it feels just as good as it did in imagination. what i felt in my fulfilled imagination is EXACTLY how i feel now! i’m gonna have this stupid smile on my face for a minute 😭😭 i love my family, all of them. and that’s 7 words i couldn’t say for my old one. 
here’s the ask for this response
HOLD THE FUCK UP!! you went to PAPPADEAUX, a SEAFOOD restaurant, and ordered MOZZARELLA BITES??? you’re one of thoseee?? i should delete ts fr😭i’m appalled!
aside from that i’m weak ass hell cause yo brother really ain’t have to say that! like excuse me sir..? but at the same time i understand why he did🤣
i love that you mentioned the way you felt in imagination is exactly how you feel currently! that definitely speaks volume to the fact that imagination is powerful and literally creates reality!
and then men being ready in 15 seconds is very much so accurate lmao😂 then it’s just pressure to get ready before they start complaining
anyway i love love LOVED your story and feel free to send in more success stories <3
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justmeinadaze · 10 months
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Take It Out On Me Part 11 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)
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A/N: It's about to go down. Ya'll ready?!
Enjoy <3
Warnings: Dom Steddie & Plus Size Sub Y/N and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Smut and ALL the angst. These three confront the parents and as you can imagine it doesn't go well. Steve's dad is a douchebag and Y/N is referred to as a whore a few times. Eddie gets hit *cries*. He in turn gets a little rough with the reader but Steve intervenes. A bit of a cliffhanger ending... I mean I guess lol I think that's everything!
Word Count: 3335
A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you slowly open your front door and enter your house, Eddie and Steve following close behind. 
Both your parents are standing in the living room and to your surprise so are Steve’s. His dad visibly looks a mess, his hair and suit completely disheveled.
“Oh, Steven!”, his mother exclaims as she runs to give him a hug.
“You can leave.” Your dad gestures towards Eddie.
“I could but I’m not. Do I need to call my uncle so we have everyone who needs to be here present?”
“It’s not like you can call his dad.”, Mr. Harrington sasses under his breath as you angrily glare at him. 
“Mr. Munson, you don’t need to be here. I asked for my daughter to come home with Mr. Harrington here—”
“Yeah well, my understanding is you have a problem with me to so…”, Eddie shrugs. Your dad turns to your mom and whispers something to her before she rises to head for the kitchen to use the phone. “He works at the mill up there. He should be in by now.”
You three sit on the couch as you try to keep your emotions in check. The way everyone is staring at you guys terrifies you but you were also extremely angry, knowing how this conversation was going to play out. No matter what they said, you loved Eddie and Steve. You weren’t leaving them. 
“Wayne said he would be here in 15 minutes.”, your mother notified the room. 
“Good. He can take his nephew when he gets here. Now while we wait, Steven, I’m just going to say this out right, stay away from my daughter. This thing you two have is over.”
“Dad—”
“And as for you, you disobeyed us. We told you to stay away from him especially since he’s associated with this one here.”, he points to Eddie. 
“Which ends today to. I don’t want you spending any more time with this freak.”, his dad adds.
“Well, what does it matter, dad? According to you, I’ve already tarnished our name by not making into college, right? I’m too fucking stupid and lazy. Isn’t that what you said?”
“You’re goddamn right! We raised you to be better than this.”
“You didn’t raise him at all!”, you defended. “He’s spent half of high school alone in that big house.”
“Y/N!”, your mother scolds and you immediately fold back into yourself. 
The boys glance your way before looking back down at the floor. “I guess we see now why she was so meek and scared before.”, Eddie softly smiles as he reaches for your hand. 
“Hey! Don’t touch my daughter.”
“I love your daughter! No one has ever cared about me or made me feel the way she does.”
“Wait…”, Steve’s dad rubs his palm over his eyes. “I’m confused. Steve, you told me you were dating Y/N.”
“I am and I love her to.”
“But he just…”
Your eyes meet your mother’s before hers drift towards the ceiling. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
A knock on the door brings everything to a halt and your dad quickly answers it to allow Eddie’s uncle entry. “Get your nephew and get out of my house.”
“Wait. What is happening?”
“You to, Bill! Get your son and leave. It’s obvious we need to have a long talk with our child.”
“We can talk as long as you want, dad, but that’s not going to change how I feel. I love them to and after we graduate, we’re moving in together.”
“Huh…well that explains some things.”, Wayne smirks as he looks at all the other adults in the room. “I mean I had a feeling but didn’t want to assume.”
“You’re ok with this?!”, your mom shrieks. 
“Yeah, I mean… they aren’t doing anything wrong. They aren’t a gang or something. They’re three people in love. It’s nice and rare at such a young age.”
“Exactly! ‘Young age’! You three are way too young to understand what you are feeling!”
“ENOUGH!”, your dad booms as all conversation ceases. “This is over.”, he points his index finger towards you. “End it now. As long as you are under my roof, you will follow my rules. You are not allowed to see either of these boys again.”
“You can’t keep us from her.”, Eddie responds as he grips your hand tighter. 
“I sure fucking can! I’ll call the cops! I’ll send her to live with family in other states! I’ll—”
“You’ll call the cops and tell them what? Your daughter is spending time us? And you can send her anywhere you want, no matter what, we would follow her.”, Steve interrupts reaching for your hand as well. 
“Steven Harrington, you think about this now. If you insist on staying with this…whore…I will cut you off—”
“Hey now.”, Wayne cuts in. “No need to be rude or disrespectful. If you say something like that again, I’m ending this and taking all three of them back to my home.”
As Eddie’s uncle spoke, your eyes scanned your parents. Their angry eyes were staring into a void they seemed to stuck in. What killed you most was while Wayne defended you, your mom and dad remained silent, seemingly agreeing with Steve’s father. To them…you were a whore.
“Cut me off, dad. I don’t care. I’ve spent my whole life trying to impress you and be what you wanted me to be. Now I just want to figure out who I am and I want to do it with this woman here. I may not be the best student, man, or even fucking son but I am good at taking care of baby girl here.”
“Do you agree with his dad?”, you blurted your question as you addressed your family. “Do you two think I’m a slut?”
“What-what are we supposed to think, Y/N?”, your mother stutters. 
“It’s not like I’m-I’m opening my legs for all of Hawkins! I’m in a relationship with these two. I—”
“Stop it, Y/N.”, your dad warns.
“No!”, you suddenly rise to your feet. “I’ve never done anything wrong or given you two any reason to worry before. You both always said I was smart and knew how to make my own choices! Why is this ONE suddenly wrong?”
“Sit. Down. Y/N.”
“Sweetheart…” Eddie tries to pull at your hand to get your attention, getting to his feet as well. He recognizes that look and tone from your father; he’s seen it before on his own. 
“Dad, they are both so good to me. If you just got to know them—”
As your dad’s arm rears back, the metalhead slides between you two, taking the slap that was meant for you. Wayne moves forward as Steve stands, tugging you behind him. 
“We’re done here. I’m taking them to my trailer until Steve and Y/N feel safe coming home if at all.”, Wayne growls.
“You can’t do that.”
“Oh, I assure you I can. Unless you want to call Hopper down here so we can explain to him how you just assaulted my nephew.” His uncle reaches for Eddie’s arm and guides him towards the front door. “You kids get a head start. I’ll be right behind you.”
Without speaking, the three of you exit the house and quickly move to Eddie’s van. 
“Do you want me to drive?”, Steve asks.
The metalhead shakes his head, opening the passenger door for you before slamming it shut. As he begins the drive back to the trailer, you start replaying everything in your head. You knew your parents weren’t going to approve of this relationship but you never expected them to be this angry to the point where your dad would react the way that he did. 
 Eddie got hurt, Steve was cut off, you and he didn’t have a home anymore. Then everything that happened last night… this is all my fault… 
You tried to hide the tears that flowed as you curled into the window. After a while, the trailer came into view but even after the man parked no one moved. You glanced over at the driver, suddenly realizing his chest was rising and falling rapidly. 
“Eddie… are you okay?”
Steve followed your eye line as he shifted to the other side of the van. “Munson. It’s okay, man. You’re okay.”
Eddie’s eyes shut as his mouth opened to release a loud scream as he repeatedly hit at his steering wheel. His hair blocked his face as his head hung to his chest. The driver’s side door gradually opened as Wayne leaned against it, reaching for his nephew’s arm. 
“Come on, son. You’re okay.”
Gently, he tugged his nephew out and the rest of you followed suit. As you entered the trailer, you and Steve sat on the couch while Eddie’s uncle looked him over. 
“He got you pretty good but…it would have probably done way more damage to her. That was a brave thing you did, Eddie.” The metalhead’s shoulders deflate as he exhales. “You two are welcome to stay here as long as you need to. Y/N, I can give you some cash and after school tomorrow you and the boys can go into town so you can buy some essentials.”
“I’m sorry…”
Wayne came over and bent down on his heels beside you. “You have no reason to be sorry, honey. You are not a whore; you’ve done nothing wrong. Okay?” He smiles when you nod. “Ed, I have to get back to work. Are you three going to be alright?”
“Yeah, we’ll be fine.”
As his uncle straightens up, he reaches over to pat Steve’s shoulder. Once he leaves, Eddie abruptly turns and heads for his room. You two trail after him, finding him in a chair with a cigarette dangling from his lips as he tries to light it. 
“Fucking…piece of shit…lighter…”, he growls before angrily throwing it to the floor. 
Slowly, you place yourself in front of him, extending your hand out to run your fingers through his hair. Eddie sighs again as he leans forward and rests his forehead on your stomach. 
“I’m…thank you…” The tears start flow again as you hug him to you. His hands glide up to your lower back as his lips press against your tummy. The metalhead’s eyes glance up to meet yours for the first time since you left your parents house and the pain you found within them killed you. It was like the man now was fighting with the scared little boy he was back then, trying to remind himself that he was in control. You lean down to kiss his lips before nodding you head, whispering against them. “Use me.”
With incredible strength, Eddie lifted you under your arms and all but threw you onto his bed. He tore off your clothes, rapidly trying to do the same with his own. After opening your legs, he spit into cunt, gripping the base of his cock and guiding himself roughly into your body. His hips pounded aggressively into yours as he remained pushed up on his palms, long hair blocking his face from your view. As you reached up to move it out of the way, his hand flew to your wrist, pinning it flat to the mattress. 
You winced at the feeling of each hard thrust; he had never been this rough with you before. He began muttering things under his breath you could barely hear as you caught every other word. 
“Fucking…asshole…I could…knock him…out.”
“S-sir?”, you whimpered as Steve knelt by the bed, scanning your face.
“Color, honey?”
“Yellow, Da-daddy.”
“Eddie, she needs a minute.”
“They think…tell me…what to do…no. I’m…in control.” Your eyes widen as his hand suddenly flies to your throat, gripping it hard between his fingers.
“Eddie! Stop!” Steve quickly shoves him back and he tumbles off you, releasing you from his hold. “Y/N, are you ok?”
You cough as you try to catch your breath. 
“Fuck. F-fuck, Y/N. Sweetheart, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t even hear you. I…fuck!”, he shouts as he hits the trailer wall with his fist. 
You glance over at him before looking up Steve, assuring him you were alright. “Take these off, Daddy.” You tug at his shirt collar and he nods, rising to his feet.
“Don’t. Don’t touch me. I don’t want to hurt you again.”, Eddie’s voice shakes as you turn and place your hand on his chest. 
“Do you trust me?”, you whisper.
“Yeah, I just…don’t trust myself.”
Leaning forward, you tenderly kiss his lips as you push him carefully on to his back and straddle his waist. “I do, Master.”
A moan escapes his beautiful lips at the title, his palms coming to rest on your thighs as you carefully slide his cock into your entrance. Balancing above him on your hands, you grind your hips as you tilt your upper half closer to his chest.
“You’re always so protective of me. I feel so safe with you and Daddy.”
Steve climbs on to the bed behind you as you crane you neck to watch him spit in his hand and stroke it along his length. His eyebrows raise as if to ask if you’re ready and you subtly nod, allowing him to grab your waist and push himself into your ass. 
Once again, you felt so full by both of them immediately, moaning at the delicious stretch of them inside of you. Steve’s arms came into your field of view as his chest pressed against your back and his hands rest near yours against the mattress. 
Your eyes rolled as he began rolling his hips into yours, panting against your skin. 
“You both feel so good. Oh my god… Please, Sir. I NEED you to move.”
“You need me, princess?”
Eddie licks his lips as his hips thrust upwards eliciting a loud moan from you both. Steve leans back onto to his knees, guiding your movements with his palms as he glances between your bodies.
“F-fuck, baby. You take us both so well.”
The metalhead nods underneath you, agreeing with his friend. “Such a good girl.”
“Mmm—use me. Fill me up, please. I need you to. I need to—mmm-- feel you cum inside me.”
Eddie’s fingers reach up to caress your face before gripping the back on your neck, bringing your lips to his. 
“I love you, Y/N. You are safe with us. I’d never—God—I’d never let anyone hurt you like that.” His glassy, blown out eyes lock with yours as he pumps into you harder. Steve tries to match his pace, slamming his hips into yours. 
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your pussy clenches around him as you cum. Eddie grunts below you at the feeling, clinging to your waist as he follows you.
The other boy holds you against his chest as he chases his high, his arms holding you tightly as he thrusts his spend into your body. 
Without a word, they each gradually pull out of you making you hiss and wince at the slight sting. The metalhead gently takes your hand and walks you towards his shower. After cleaning you and making sure you were comfortable, he places you back on the mattress in front of Steve who casually begins brushing your hair. 
“Wayne doesn’t need to give you too much cash. I, um, I bought some stuff and have them here for when you spend the night like that brush.”, Eddie gestures towards Steve. “We just need to find you some clothes more than anything. In a couple days, maybe my uncle can talk your parents into letting you swing by to get your stuff. You may have to wait till we find an apartment to bring everything… Trailer is kind of small.”, he smiles. 
You fingers reach out to move some of his hair back so you can see his face. 
“I’m really fucking sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to… Your dad hit me and I just felt like a boy again, you know? I got lost in my brain.”
“It’s okay. I understand. I genuinely do. I’m sorry he hit you.”
“I’m sorry for my dad to…talking down to both of you like that.”, Steve sighs. “You’re not a whore, Y/N. That goes without saying but…”, he chuckles. “I know you like to be called that in bed—”
“By you two. But even then, when you say it, I know you don’t mean it like they do.”
They nod at your statement, each man leaning in to kiss your lips. The rest of the night, they kept an extra close eye on you; making sure you were fed and comfortable before falling asleep in their arms. While Eddie leaned out his bedroom window smoking a cigarette, you shot up in bed, grabbing your heart as you panted. 
“Hey! Whoa, sweetheart. It’s ok, you’re ok. It was just a nightmare.”
Silently, your head feel back against the pillow as you sobbed. He tossed the end of his smoke out into the yard, closing the window, and enveloping you in his arms. The metalhead tenderly kissed your forehead as you rolled over, pressing your face into his bare chest. 
“I know, baby. It’s ok. I’ve got you. Master’s here for you.”
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That following morning, Eddie gave you a shirt to wear so you could at least have on something different than yesterday. All eyes felt like they were on you as you three climbed out of his van and headed for the campus. 
“Is it just me or are there more eyes on us than normal?”
“Well, King Steve did just show up with the freak so I imagine there’s a lot of gossip there.”
You squinted towards the metalhead, pursing your lips. “I hate when you call yourself that. You aren’t a freak.”
“Y/N?”, Masie called as she waved you to her locker. 
“We’ll see you in class, alright? Everything is okay.”, Steve soothes as he tenderly pets your head. 
“Hey Maze. What’s going on?”
“I was going to ask you that.” Your best friend takes a few steps closer to you as she lowers her voice. “Is it true that you’re fucking Steve Harrington AND Eddie Munson?”
“I—what—I mean—where did you hear that?”, you ask as you stumble over your words. 
“Y/N, Mr. Harrington went to the bar last night talking about how you ‘corrupted his son’ and how delusional the three of you are. The whole town knows about it. Is-is it true? I mean I know you spend a lot of time with them but I thought they were just friends.”
“I…um… what if I was in a relationship with them both? Would that be so wrong?”
Masie’s eyes widen as she takes a step back from you. “I-I-I don’t know what to say.”
Your eyes begin to water as you slowly back away. “No. I completely understand. Um, take your time and I’m just, um, going to go to class.”
“Y/N, WAIT!”, she screams after you as you run away from her down the hallway. You don’t stop till you’re outside your first classroom which is currently being blocked by students.
“Move! Everyone out of my way!”, Mr. C pushes through the crowd and you follow close behind. 
A couple of boys were on the floor wrestling with Steve and Eddie. The desks were pushed out of the way and blood had already began staining the linoleum. A few other teachers with campus security ran in pulling everyone apart. 
“What is going on?!”, your teacher shrieked. “Mr. Munson? Mr. Harrington? Care to enlighten me?”
They were furious, you could see it reflecting in their beautiful eyes even as they tried to avoid your gaze. Another student finally piped up and pointed towards the blackboard where you and Mr. C quickly turned to look. 
In big bold letters, written in yellow chalk read the words, “Y/N Y/L/N. CLASS SLUT OF 1984.”
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steddieas-shegoes · 6 months
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omg hi-- can you do 89 for the writing prompts thingy? it made me almost laugh out loud at work & i think twould be very funny so !!<3
(also you are doing so good & i am loving what you're writing !!!!)
HI! This one is hilarious and I am so amused by the versions I've already read: 89. "YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!"
Rated M | tags: mention of nude pictures, language, allusions to sex, this is borderline a crack ficlet because it's funny and absurd, modern au, rockstar eddie, corroded coffin guys
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Steve hadn't moved from bed all morning, couldn't even try at this point.
He was a little sore from Eddie's homecoming last night, but that was to be expected when he'd been gone for a month.
But he could accomplish a lot in bed, even if Eddie had to go to some stupid meeting this morning with the band.
The photographic evidence of all the things he could accomplish were sent and Steve was just waiting for the hilarious emoji response that was sure to come.
But minutes went by and he got nothing.
Eddie had definitely seen the pictures, the little 'Read 10:06am' popup under the set of four images showing he'd seen them immediately.
By 10:15, Steve was sitting up in bed, biting his nails, a nervous habit he'd picked up during his senior year of college and hadn't been able to kick.
His phone started buzzing, Eddie's contact photo filling the screen.
"Eds?"
""YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!"
"No, I sent you four pictures of me naked while you were in a work meeting," Steve replied, smirking to himself.
"And you didn't think that maybe that wasn't the best idea? That maybe someone sitting next to me, or two someones sitting next to me, might see these pictures? That thought didn't occur to you?" Eddie sounded mad.
Which was something Steve wasn't used to.
No matter what, Eddie was never mad at him. He'd never raised his voice, never ignored him on purpose, never done anything to show anger.
Except now.
Steve bit his lip, pulling the covers over himself and curling into a ball.
Eddie sighed.
Steve could picture him running a hand over his face, tugging on his hair, closing his eyes, all the things he did when he was stressed.
"You look beautiful, Stevie, okay? I'm just, I'm stressed and the meeting was really important and our producer saw them. He's such a creep, and then Jeff accidentally saw them when he heard my phone vibrate, and he won't even look at me now, and it's just not good timing."
Steve nodded to himself. He probably should have thought about that, but honestly, he was so high on having Eddie back, he didn't consider much of anything beyond showing off how his morning was going.
"I'm sorry, Eds."
Steve wasn't crying, it was clear that Eddie wasn't actually mad at him, but his voice still came out a bit broken, a bit sad.
"Sweetheart, I promise I'm not mad about it. I'm gonna be home soon and I'll show you just how much I loved the pictures, okay?"
"Okay." Steve smiled to himself. "Maybe we could take some new ones together?"
"What, and send them to Jeff? He might leave the band," Eddie joked.
Joking was good, it was their baseline. Steve could handle joking.
"As if he hasn't been sneaking looks at my ass for years."
"Hey!" Jeff's voice yelled in the background. "It happened, like, twice!"
Steve giggled.
"It's okay, bud, it's very distracting," Eddie said to Jeff. "Let me just grab some coffee with the guys and then I'll be home to take care of you."
Steve let out a moan, tried to hide it in his pillow.
Eddie wasn't mad, but Steve heard the tone of his voice, knew exactly how he'd be taken care of when Eddie got home.
"I was gonna get dressed and go to the store," Steve lied.
"You won't. You'll stay right there." A door closed as Eddie spoke and Steve knew he'd just found a room to talk to him privately. "You won't put any clothes on, and you'll stay in bed with your fingers keeping you ready for me just like in that third picture you sent me."
Steve was gonna scream.
"But I was gonna run errands..."
"You aren't going anywhere until I've made up for the last month. We'll have food delivered. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Good." The door opened. "Do you want me to bring you any coffee?"
Steve snorted. "Nope, I think you'll keep me awake just fine."
"Why do you even have him on speaker right now?" Gareth's voice said, faked annoyance in his tone.
"Because I have my hands full!"
"We know!" everyone yelled.
"Not like that!" Eddie yelled back. Then, "Okay, a little like that."
"See you soon, baby," Steve smiled into the phone. "Sorry about the pictures."
"You can say you're sorry when I get home," Eddie replied. "Love you."
"Love you too."
When Steve ended the call, he was sent a steady stream of texts:
Jeff: i swear i don't look at your ass. it's a nice one tho
Gareth: literally i don't wanna look at eddie anymore please make him come home now
Gareth: seriously please he doesn't need coffee he's already annoying
Grant: that's a good angle
Eds: be home soon 😉
An image came through a few seconds later, one that was clearly taken while he was talking to Steve, probably when he hid in a room.
It was just a dark shot of Eddie's crotch, pants unbuttoned and unzipped, showing absolutely nothing.
Steve shook his head and replied: you're not very good at this. love you though.
He would just have to show Eddie how to get a good angle for his next attempt at sending something suggestive.
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itskattkm · 9 months
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New York New Rules Pt. 4
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Warnings: Violence, Trauma, Fluff, maybe Smut, mental health, blood
Summary: Y/N meets the survivors of the last events in Woodsborrow and gets on Ghostface's list. But there is also a darkness in Y/N wich path is she going to choose
Female Y/N x Tara Carpenter
Sorry for bad writing. I'm using a translator and hope you guys can enjoy it. Also, this is going to be a slow burn
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,
I'm 11 minutes away and I have missed you all day
I'm 11 minutes away, so why aren't you here?
I think I missed you callin' on the other line
I'm just thinkin' all these thoughts up in my mind
Talkin' love but I can't even read the signs
I would sell my soul for a bit more time
You stain all on my body like you're red wine
You're the fuckin' acid to my alkaline
Stupid. Frail. Perplexed. Fearful. Offensive. Sharp and Hurt
„Y/N you rather feel nothing again" I said to myself as I stared at the ceiling of my room. I've probably been lying here for 15 minutes because 11 minutes ran at least three times in a row. In fact, this was one of my favorite songs. But why actually? I know that I have a feeling for the darkness. But why were pain and suffering so self-evident for me? No matter which movie I watched or which series. My darling was always the villain.
There are really people who just hate them because they have the title of villain. But why are they trying not to understand? What about Katherinen Pierce from the Vampire Diaries? This woman suffered and that only because she wanted to be loved and loved? She lost her family. Her child and was hunted for centuries. The man she loved hated her and didn't believe that the love between them was real. Maleficent... rejected and hunted because she was different? Kylo Ren, Star Wars... who let a big wait on his shoulders... not to forget that Luke wanted to kill him. Wanda Maximof... one of my favorites. What was wrong with creating your own world in which you could be happy? Especially if you had lost everything you had left.
Was I the evil one? Did I want to be the bad one? Sometimes I'm not sure but the feeling I felt when Tara looked at me and asked where I was during the attack... I won't forget this so quickly because at that moment I felt like one of the bad guys. But I also felt misunderstood.
Did Tara hate me? How did Tara think about me in general? Since I've been friends with Mindy, I've met her maybe five times. And we didn't talk much to each other. Most of the time our conversations were about the university. I tried to get closer to her. However, I always had the feeling that I was always failing with her. One second I thought I had full self-confidence but then a look into Tara's eyes and my brain shuts down. I had really never felt something like that before. Especially not towards a woman.
I always stayed away from relationships or physical contacts. As soon as it went in this direction, I always pulled back and hid in my bubble. However, there were days when I would have liked to go to the next bar with my dirty thoughts and have been looking for someone for a hot night.
But as I had analyzed myself so far and with the help of Dr. Stone, I knew what my problem was.
The music in my headphones stopped. I looked at my cell phone and saw that my alarm clock that I had set after talking to Sam was now active.
Should I? Shouldn't I?
"Fuck it," I said to myself and made my way to the Blackmoore. I would prove to them all that I am not Ghostface and if they do not meet me then I will also permanently delete these people from my life.
Slowly I played with the ring on my finger. It wasn't special. I didn't like fancy jewelry either. But this ring carried good memories with it and that's why I always wore it with me. When I saw the carpenters and their friends in front of the Blackmoore, I hesitated slightly. Everyone was sitting on the benches of the university and Mindy seemed to be holding a monologue. She was the only one standing in front of them and gestured around like crazy with her hands.
"Why am I doing this to myself?" I asked myself desperately and approached the group. Drier than I thought, I said "hi" when I entered the inner circle and drew all attention to me. There was a free place next to Quinn, so I sat down with her just as she opened her mouth but Tara was faster and said "you came?" I avoided her gaze and looked coolly at Mindy who looked at me with pinched eyes " Y/N Perfect timing..."
Mindy went to explain the rules and that we were in a franchise. I really famous myself to listen to her, but the voice in my head was too loud.
Don't look at Tara. You must never look her in the eyes again. Is she looking at you? Are the others watching you? Do the others know what happened at the police station? Do they know about my state of health? Did they thought I was Ghostface?
"Am I gonna die a virgin?"
Wait a minute? My full attention was back. I looked at Ethan and then at Mindy.
"Weird overshare but that brings us to our current suspects. Ethan! A shy dorky guy who no one suspects because he's so shy and dorky"
So I wasn't the only suspect? I felt a slight feeling of relief.
" Quinn! The sexy sluty roommate"
Quinn looked at Mindy slightly irritated
"Sex positive but thanks?"
"How did you come to live with Sam and Tara?" She asked but Sam answers "we put an anonymous ad online"
And Tara replied "and her dad is a cop"
Mindy took a step towards Tara and said in an aggressive tone "and that makes it more likely that she is the killer because having a cop that is a great cover! Do you not remember how this movies work Tara?!"
Now Mindy gave everything. That reminded me too well of the many discussions we had about movies. Then Mindy even suspected her own girlfriend. Like wow… this whole thing was really serious.
"Never Trust the Love interest..." she said coolly and her look was serious. Suddenly there was a tension in the group. That sounded pretty deep... I mean in the first stab film it was also the love interest, among other things.
"Y/N!" Mindy called and smiled at me dirty. I sighed, pinched my eyes briefly and looked away from the group but Mindy came one step closer to me. "my dear friend Y/N... you are also new to our group," she began.
Did she say group? What did she mean by that? Was I part of the group?
"As your best friend, I know that you are going to therapy"
Oh no Mindy, please don't. Not again. Not again. Why me? Why?
"But you never told me why you are going to therapy... would you share the reason with us?" I avoided her eyes and looked nervously at the floor. My heart was beating so fast that I felt the pulse pounding in my ears. Again I played with the ring in my finger "Mindy she doesn't have to tell us anything..." said Tara after a short silent, low-key.
Surprised, I looked at her and our eyes met.
Relief. Relief? RELIEF!!! The first word that went through my head. Did Tara just defend me? Why had she done that? And there she was again. This gentle darkness, and the little white lights, like a light at the end of the tunnel that rested me to tell me here you are safe.
Stop it. I tore my eyes off her and stared at my ring. "okay then tell us at least where you were during the attack..." I looked at Mindy "home... and you are welcome to ask Maria when I entered the building and when I left it last. As I know her, she can even tell you the exact time" Mindy nodded in agreement to me, she knew Maria "okay. Good alibi. Nevertheless, you are suspicious. You don't like to socialize and maintain the good girl, reading books and sitting at home image"
Confused, I looked at Anika, was that something good or bad?
Anika said "that's not fair, if then we are all suspects, including you"
Mindy agreed with her and said to Sam "especially Sam" confused I looked to Sam, I had the feeling of not knowing something and because of the looks of the others I could see that I was right.
After that, I turned on the conversations of the others and tried to look at everyone unobtrusively. I started with Quinn. Quinn's emotions were neutral in order not to be completely present. Anika seemed very calm and attentive. Sam seemed tense. Chad hmmm I don't have to worry about him, he was fully focused on taking notes. I wanted to skip Tara and see Ethan directly, but our eyes met. Had she been watching me? After not even a second, I broke off the look of contact again by looking at my ring. Suddenly Quinn got up, then Anika moved to Mindy. The group disbanded.
"We have to stay together, that's the only way we are safe and can rule out who the killer is," said Mindy, "you could all come to us" said Sam and now also stood up.
Did she mean me with everyone, too? How exactly did they think of all this here now?
Confused, I asked her as if I hadn't even been present at Mindys Monologue "I don't… wait, I don't look through. What's the plan now?"
Chad replied when he got up "we're going to Sam and Tara... stay together... and try not to be killed" he didn't give me more information when he left. Chad, were you serious? Confused, I looked after the others when they were almost gone.
And then I suddenly noticed a person next to me. Before I could turn around, there was a hand on my right forearm. And then I was back in the tunnel... tried to get to the light. "Come to us tonight and we can tell you everything," Tara whispered to me, slowing down my nervous pulse. I could listen to her for hours when she talked to me like that. It was so reassuring. Warm. Pleasant. Right.
Her eyes fell on Sam when she nodded in agreement with Tara "maybe you can bring another pizza right away," she said and slightly raised the corners of her mouth. Tara pressed my arm slightly and looked at me at with bright eyes "by the way thank you for the pizza... after this hangover I needed it".
What was that feeling at once? Joy or nervousness? I had to smile unconsciously and nodded "special wishes?"
Tara snapped her finger and began to list different toppings and looked at Sam to see if she agreed with her "The main thing Jalapeños... registered" I said and stood up. "You have our address?" Sam asked again and I nodded in agreement. She raised the corners of her mouth again before putting her hands in her jacket and set off. Tara followed her.
Before my brain realized what my body was doing, I grabbed Tara's hand and hoped she would turn to me again
"Why did you help me earlier?"
And again this pure placid and sweetness to recognize in her face "what happened in the police station was just fucked up" we both had to laugh about her word choice and Tara's dimpels came to light.
Damn, how could Tara be so beautiful?
Okay, pull yourself together Y/N! How was that again with Tara? Never looking into the eyes again? Now I just wanted to sink into them and that even though I could never keep eye contact. Simp
"And I wouldn't want that either... if I imagined that someone would have done that to Sam..." she looked back briefly to the her. Sam stood a few meters away from us and waited for Tara "and see that as a leap of faith Y/L/N... don't spoil it" dryly I laughed and shook my head "I wouldn't even have a good motive" she squeezed my hand briefly.
Did we hold our hands all the time? How could I miss that? I mean... with this face you forget everything, she gave me a grin with sharp eyes and whispered "but there's always a motive" and then she disappeared.
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ashecampos · 11 days
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Anyone but her 6
JANIS IMI-IKE X FEM READER
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Warnings - swearing, mentions of anxiety. smut (my first time writing smut may I add), ptsd/past relationship trauma, y/n and Janis being idiots.
The POV switches between reader and Janis (I use — when I change the POV)
there will be more parts to this, make sure to reblog and comment and I will get the next few parts up as soon as I can, happy reading lovelies 🫶🏼
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3rd person pov <3
“It’s been two weeks and all we have been able to achieve is getting them to kiss multiple times” Damien looks at Cady and Tessa. The three have been trying and failing to get Janis and y/n together for nearly three weeks, they scheme and plot but nothing seems to stick. “Hey they have plans later, y/n is excited, this might be the night if you catch my drift” Tessa wiggles her eyebrows while nudging the boy. He makes a shocked face, leaning closer to the girl “girl spill, what plans do they have?” He smacks the girls knees repeatedly, desperate for answers. “Well I couldn’t get too much info, buttt, they are having a little ‘movie night at Janis’ house’ and y/n is panicking about what to wear” Tessa smirks knowing her best friend’s little quirks all too well. She pulls out her phone and hands it to Damien, the chat with y/n open with a multitude of messages from the girl panicking. Laughing, Damien starts typing telling y/n that the group will come over after school to help. Cady sits on her phone ignoring the chaos, replying to chats from the plastics. Cady stares at a chat from Regina about how Aaron is annoying her and how she ‘wishes she was just a lesbian’ and how she should just get with a girl and how Aaron would be so jealous of it.
The bell rings, interrupting their conversation, they all stand up from their spots under the old oak tree. Saying their goodbyes, they all go to their last few classes.
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This day has been one of the longest to ever exist. And it’s all because of her. I haven’t even told Damien or Cady yet, well that’s because I haven’t seen them yet today, I haven’t seen her today. Maybe she’s avoiding me, I doubt it though. Thankfully I have this class with all of them. One by one they all walk through the doors and get to their seats. Cady is first, followed by Tessa and Damien. My eyes linger on the door a second longer to see her walk through but to my surprise she isn’t here. My eyes shoot to Tessa looking for answers “where is y/n?” I turn to Tessa who is sat next to me. “track meet, did you forget? She told you this yesterday Janis” she looks at me like she could kill me for being so stupid. Shit her track meet. I was going to buy her flowers. Too late now I guess. “Oh yeah sorry” I say looking at my phone seeing a notification from y/n. I smile, grabbing everyone’s attention, Damien looks over my shoulder, him and Tessa making kissing noises, I swat them away before opening it.
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The photo shows a few people sat on the grass with a time stamp on it, all of their backpack on the floor, Tessa looks over and speaks before the others can “they must’ve just finished, I wonder if they got to the next stage” she checks her phone and opens her text from y/n
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Tessa stretches her arm over to show me what y/n sent to her, a photo of her, showing the ground with a little bit of text saying “home time” cute. I laugh a little. “God she’s cute” I blurt out before thinking against saying it, my hand quickly covers my mouth as a blush creeps its way to my cheeks. All three of them stop what they are doing to look at me. Silence. Damien and Tessa look at each other smirking, Damien opens his mouth to say something but before he can the teacher walks in, thank god for that.
The class goes by unbearably slow, I sit staring at the wall for the better part of the hour, praying what I said wouldn’t be brought up. Tessa and Damien kept sharing knowing looks with shit eating grins. Looking up at the clock I acknowledge that there is only 15 minutes left. I quickly go back to staring at the wall. That is until my thoughts are interrupted by my phone buzzing in my pocket. I grab my phone and open the notification seeing it’s y/n again. I open the chat and smile a little “hey pretty girl, can’t wait for tonight” I save the chat and reply “can’t wait, dress comfy” I turn my phone off and wait for class to end, my mind drifting back to her.
Once class ends, we all leave and stand outside of the school, Cady waiting for Regina to pick her up, me and Damien waiting on a bus, Tessa waiting for. I actually don’t know what she’s waiting for, normally y/n drives her. As if on que a bus pulls up, not mine and Damien’s but the school bus. And out comes the track and field team. Oh that’s why we were waiting here. Out walks y/n after everyone else. She says her goodbyes and congratulations to her team mates before jogging over. Time freezes in the time it takes for her to run over. She is clad in grey Nike shorts and an oversized hoodie, the schools logo on the front reading ‘north shore lions’ I smile a little at her before snapping myself out of my daydream. She jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, a massive smile on her face. I pull her away a little to look at her properly “hey pretty lady” I say placing my hands around the back of her thighs to keep her up and as close to me as possible. She smiles down at me “we won” she says before hugging me closer “we won” she repeats as if to convince herself that this is real.
I put her down much to my dismay, and we all walk to the bus stop so we can all catch the bus. Tessa pouts at the fact y/n didn’t bring her car because she was busy being sporty instead of being at school. Y/n just laughs at her, reminding her that she does the same when it comes to rugby, which shuts the other girl up. We all continue our conversation on the bus, we reach my stop quickly and I decide to be bold, just as I stand up, the bus stops and I lean down, kissing y/n on the cheek before saying “see you later” and getting off of the bus quicker than ever. Behind me I hear Damien and Tessa whisper shouting at the girl for freezing up. I get in the house, saying hi to my dad and running to my room.
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As soon as Janis gets off of the bus I let myself breathe. Tessa and Damien shouting at me for freezing up. It feels like my whole body deflates. I allow my shoulders to drop, my leg bopping up and down. But before they can notice it I place my backpack over my legs and look at them with a smile. “What the fuck am I meant to wear?” I say my voice raising a little, they both laugh before saying “girly” at the same time. I look at the both of them in disgust, making us all burst out in laughter. Tessa hits the button to let the driver know the next stop is ours, we all grab our bags and stand up, heading to the front of the bus. Once off we walk towards my house. Opening the door we are hit with the scent of brownies. My mom must be home. We enter the kitchen, my mom dancing in her apron, once she sees us her face lights up, she lets out a little shriek, coming over and hugging all of us one by one. We introduce Damien and she welcomes him with open arms. We talk and eat the brownies for around half an hour before she tells us to shoo. We run upstairs and throw our bags to the floor. I run and jump onto my bed “oh how I have missed you” I say dramatically making the other two laugh, they come over and sit down with me. Tessa looks over to me “go shower we will pick you a few outfits for tonight” she nudges my leg. I groan while getting myself up, I grab a towel from my closet and walk towards the door. “Please nothing too girly, my body can’t handle it” I say, Tessa grabs a pillow and reads herself to throw it. I quickly make my escape, shutting the door behind me.
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“Tessa she is not and I repeat NOT leaving this house in that” Damien points at a skirt and crop top combo that is more Tessa’s style than her friends “one she will quite literally freeze to death and two she would not be comfortable in that” he finishes before laying whag he’s picked on the bed. A Joan jett T-shirt with some black baggy jeans. Okay this is totally Y/N’s style but nooo, she’s having a date at Janis’ house for Christ sake” Tessa argues back and forth with the boy. “Okay how about we both grab a pair of pants and shirt then try style them together yeah?” He says, putting back the other clothes back where they found them.
Damien picks up a grey Chicago hoodie and a pair of plaid joggers. While Tessa picks a pair of green acid wash cargo pants and a cropped vest. They both look at what they have and Tessa snatches the hoodie, pointing at the boy “put the pants away this is perfect” she nearly screams as she places the outfit down “mh grab a pair of her airforces” she demands, the boy obliges grabbing some white ones to match the hoodie and vest, he brings them over placing them on the floor. They both stand there staring at the outfit they both picked before turning to eachother and high-fiving. Just then y/n walks in “aww look at you two, you didn’t murder eachother over an outfit” she says laughing, a towel wrapped around her body, her hair in a messy bun. “You’ll never guess who just walked in on me naked” y/n says looking embarrassed “what wait who” both Damien and Tessa say at the same time. “Regina, she came into the bathroom thinking Aaron was in the shower, she like just stood there staring at me before I shouted at her to leave” she says laughing “that’s messed up” Tessa says cringing at what her best friend had to go through.
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I have checked my phone at least twenty times in the past five minutes, Damien nor y/n has texted me. Which is weird. What’s even weirder is that Tessa has texted me. I open the message and see that she’s asking about what I have planned for the date, I reply telling her what my plan is and how I want to ask y/n to be my girlfriend, she takes a few seconds to reply, but eventually sends me a thumbs up emoji which I’ll take as a sign to be ahead with the plan.
Not even a minute later someone is knocking on the door, I run downstairs nearly tripping over air on the way, I open the door and look up to see her stood in my doorway, clad in cargos and a hoodie, she has a little eyeliner on, nothing else. I smile which makes her smile wider, taking the opportunity I grab her by the collar of her hoodie and pull her in for a hug. “Hey chica bonita” she says in a whisper, giving me major butterflies. I think for a second about what she even said before pulling away from the hug and slapping her shoulder playfully “hey Nuh huh no Spanish, you know im bad at it, what did you even say?” I blush a little which she laughs even harder at. She grabs my hand and I lead the way to the basement where I have laid out an impromptu cinema room, I have moved the sofas to make a makeshift bed with multiple pillows and blankets on it. She looks over, her eyes glistening, she’s smiling again, god I love to make her smile, it has to be one of the prettiest things in this universe.
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How did she even know I love movies. Oh wait Tessa, goddamit tessa. I look at the basement that has been converted into a cinema room, led lights brighten the room in a red haze, a projector screens Netflix on the wall, the couches are pushed together to make a bed, blankets and pillows thrown all over the makeshift bed. I look back at Janis and smile before tackling her to the couch in a hug “omg this is soo pretty j” I shriek. She holds onto my waist and makes sure I land on top of her so she takes the blunt of the fall, I look down at her and she is already staring at me, a smirk plastered on her face. We both slowly inch closer until we are inches away, she makes the first move, lifting up a little so we are kissing, kissing turns into making out, I don’t know about her but I could do this forever. That is until we both run out of air and have to pull away. Breathing heavily and faces red we both stare at each-other. We are both pulled out of our trances when her phone starts ringing, both of us groan before looking over at her phone, we see that it’s Cady so I get off of her and we both sit cuddled into each other as she answers the FaceTime. “Hi Kaddy” she says, her husky voice rings through the room and it’s all I can focus on. I lay my head on her chest as she talks to Cady, she plays with my hair until Cady says “wait are you with y/n right now?” I look up at her and roll my eyes, tonight is all we have been talking about to her this week. “Yeah wanna say hi?” Janis asks her, Cady must’ve said yes because the phone was then lowered so Cady could see my face. “Hey caids” I say smiling, the girl waves, saying hi, she takes a few seconds looking at her phone with a puzzled expression before blurting out “oh my god im totally ruining you guys’ date night aren’t I?” She covers her mouth “I meant movie night frick” she continues to stumble her words, I look up at Janis and laugh, she smiles at me and grabs the phone “yes Kaddy you are in fact disturbing our very important date night” Janis says sarcastically “wait omg you guys are finally da-“ Cady starts to talk but is interrupted by Janis “right we are gonna go now bye” she hangs up abruptly, blushing intensely because of what Cady nearly said before she interrupted. I draw stars onto her band T-shirt with my index finger as we sit in silence for what seems like forever until she randomly blurts out. “Teach me how to dance?” I look up at her with a puzzled expression before laughing. “Sorry, Tessa told me you are a really good dancer and I just thought it would be cool to learn, y’know in preparation for the spring fling dance” she rambles on and on about why she randomly asked to dance. I roll my eyes and stand up, she whines a little until I grab her hands and pull her up with me. “How do I work your very weird projector?” I lean against the sofa a little as she hands me a remote, I quickly open Spotify and play the first song that comes up. Which happened to be ‘Looking at me’ Sabrina Carpenter, I look back to her with a confused face and laugh “how very gay of you” I wheeze out making her step closer to me, trapping me between the sofa and her body. She grabs my waist and stares at me “teach me” she replies. I blush and take her being smaller as a chance to take control, moving so we are both stood in the middle of the room. I place her hands on my waist, moving mine so they are laid over her shoulders. “okay follow the beat” I say while swaying my hips to the rhythm. She tries to mimic my actions but fails, a groan escapes her lips and she places her head in the crook of my neck, admitting defeat. “I have two left feet” she mumbles. I allow myself a second to think before tapping my hands on her shoulders “turn around” I say while spinning her so her back is against my front “this okay?” I ask before putting my hands on her waist, she nods so I continue, I make her hips move with the beat, singing along with the song.
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(THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING, I will put another one when it’s done so just skip until you see this emoji 😇)
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She places her small hands on my hips and starts moving them along with the beat of the song, not long after we are dancing, she is singing, never would I have thought dancing to a pop song would actually be fun until now. I turn on her arms and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, I look down at her lips for a brief moment, forgetting whatever we were doing. “Hey look your dancing” she says earning a smirk from me. I walk us back over to the sofa bed, pushing her down onto it, I follow after her, landing on top this time, the remote ends up falling off of the bed, turning the projector off, leaving the room a dark red colour. I look back down to stare at her, she’s looking at my lips, so I take the opportunity to kiss her again. She leans into the kiss, smiling into it before pulling away, using her teeth the drag my bottom lip with her. Oh my god I can’t with this girl. I open my eyes and clutch onto her hoodie “this off now” I say lowly. I lift her up so we are both sat looking at each other, she happily obliges and throws the hoodie off along with the vest under it, leaving her in a bra and her jeans. I let out a puff of air I didn’t know I was holding in. I have seen her in bikinis, sports bras but it always manages to take my breath away. Every goddam time.
I push her back down, my hands finding their way to her waist again, gripping onto her tighter than ever. I trail my hands up and down her torso, biting my lip before making eye contact with her. “This okay?” I ask wanting to make sure whag was about to happen is consensual and that the feelings I have aren’t just one sided. She nods slowly, a blush creeping onto her cheeks again. I make quick work of unclasping her bra before taking a second to saviour this moment. I then start aggressively kissing her with purpose, with one hand I play with the belt loop of her jeans, the other I slowly slide up until I am gently playing with her breast, I stroke my thumb over her hardened nipple earning a moan from her, I take this as a sign to go further, I trail wet kisses down from her lips to her jawline, then to her neck, I suck on parts of her neck, leaving multiple marks all over her, I quickly move to her collar bone leaving more until I am face to face with the waistline of her jeans, I look up again asking for permission before going ahead and throwing them to the floor with the rest of her clothes, her underwear then follows quickly being forgotten about.
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All of my clothes are long gone and on the floor, I am naked in my longtime crush’s basement.
She grips onto my thigh while her fingers. Her magical fingers are dipping in and out of my vagina at an ungodly rate, my breath shortens, my moans getting louder “j-Janis please im so close..fuck”I breathe out, my knuckles turning white with how hard I am gripping into the soft blanket on the sofa. She starts to use her tongue to circle my clit, drawing me closer to my climax, I try to clench my thighs together but she is quicker than me and pushes them apart again, she moves her face a little “cum for me pretty girl” she mumbles against my clit, the vibrations sending me over the edge.
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She comes back up, kissing me while picking me up, thank god for there being a bathroom in the basement because if not mine and her relationship would be very obvious to her family. She carries me to the bathroom and sits me on the counter. Grabbing a damp towel and cleaning me up. She gives me a few more pecks before we go back to the sofa, she wraps me in a blanket and kisses my forehead. “Wait here yeah?” She says while running up the basement stairs and going somewhere else.
I rest my head one of the many pillows, getting comfortable. My eyes start to close, until I see her stood in front of me. I smile widely, she is holding a pair of dark green plaid pyjama bottoms and a smashing pumpkins band tee. I try to keep my eyes open as she gently gets me dressed into her clothes. That’s when I realise she is also in comfy clothes, I smile and wrap my arms around her. We end up wrapped in blankets and falling asleep with not a care in the world for anyone else but the two of us.
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Heyyyyy lovers, if this part does not scream ‘A SINGLE LESBIAN WROTE THIS’ then I don’t know what does. I hope you enjoyed this, not too much obviously jk jk, see you in the next chapter😙
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chvoswxtch · 2 years
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shakespeare is metal. (2/?)
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie munson desperately needs to graduate this year, and you're the only tutor that hasn't turned him down. (part 2 to "i’m not above begging")
warnings: cursing, mentions of murder/suicide (in regards to shakespeare), jason carver being a shithead (is that even a warning??)
word count: 2.8k
a/n: you guyssss 🥺 I can’t believe the first part of this has 100 notes! thank you all so much for being so kind. i’m truly grateful for every single one of you that took the time to read this and provide such positive responses. it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. I got carried away again at 2,764 words (I have a too much gene, oops). as always, all feedback is welcomed/appreciated! please let me know if you want to be tagged in the next parts!
tags: @uraveragequeer
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It had been three weeks since I had started tutoring Eddie. I really wasn’t sure what to expect when I had agreed to the arrangement in the first place. I had known of Eddie, but I didn’t know Eddie. Not really. The morning of our first tutoring session, I ransacked my entire closet trying to figure out what to wear. I had never given so much thought into an outfit, despite the obligatory first day of school outfit of course. I stared at my frazzled face in the mirror, cheeks glowing red from hurling clothes on and off my body, my once neatly curled hair now sticking out in odd places. Why do I suddenly care so much what Eddie Munson thinks of my clothes? He wears that same Hellfire shirt every other day. 
Eddie had agreed to meet me that Monday morning in the library at 7:30 am sharp. I had expected him to be late, partly because Eddie Munson was not known for his punctuality, but also because I literally had to give him directions to the library. It amused me that the place I had spent a majority of my time in high school, he had never stepped foot in. I arrived at 7:15 and took a seat at one of the tables near the back. The library was empty, not even the librarian had arrived yet. My knee bounced in anticipation as I continuously checked the clock behind the desk what felt like every 30 seconds. 
7:17. 7:19. 7:21. 7:23. 
Just as the minute hand landed at 7:30, Eddie Munson was bursting through the library doors with a large, goofy grin on his face. My face must have betrayed my inner thoughts, because he looked at me with a knowing smirk and pointed in my direction as he took a seat in front of me.
“You thought I wasn’t gonna show, didn’t ya?”
“No! I just..expected you to get lost..that’s all. Since you’ve never been in here. Um, let’s get started, yeah?”
“Sure. But just so you know, I’d never stand you up angel.”
Eddie shot me a wink and a lopsided grin, pulling out a pencil and a notebook that had definitely seen better days. And me? I was malfunctioning. Eddie Munson winked at me. And called me angel. And I liked it. Why did I like it so much?
That was essentially how all of our tutoring sessions had gone so far. Eddie would be his usual charming self, say or do something flirtatious, and I would be left a stuttering mess trying to steer his attention back to the task at hand, which was a victory in itself. That boy had the attention span of a baby goldfish when it came to topics he bore no interest in. Dungeons and Dragons? Oh he could go on for days. Shakespeare? I couldn’t even get him to hold a book in his hand for longer than 5 seconds.
“I don’t understand why I have to do this. Why do I have to agree that this old dude is ‘one of the greatest writers of our time’ when I think he sucks? It’s forced conformity. I mean who even decided Shakespeare was so ‘great’?  Why should we have to be forced to study him until the end of time because of one stuck up asshole’s opinion who’s clearly never read anything worthwhile? Now Tolkien, there’s a fucking writer. Why can’t I do this stupid project on Lord of the Rings?”
“Because you want to pass Mrs. O’Donnell’s class and graduate?”
Eddie groaned loudly, rubbing his large palms over his face and tilting his chair back as he put his feet up on the table which earned him a dirty look from the librarian. His arms crossed over his chest and he stared down at the several books in front of him with detest, as if each one of them had personally offended him. His final project was to pick a work of Shakespeare, read it, and write a three page essay on its meaning. The project itself wasn’t difficult, but Eddie was.
“Look why don’t you think of it as a..um..what do you call it in your game? A challenge?”
“Quest, sweetheart. It’s called a quest.”
Sweetheart. 
“R-Right, quest. Think of this as a quest. Shakespeare, is your key to getting out of Mrs. O’Donnell’s class, and Hawkins High itself. Except instead of dice, you have to write a paper.”
“But dice are so much cooler! The new set I got last week are-”
“Eddie.”
“Fine.”
Eddie grumbled and picked up a copy of Romeo and Juliet, eyeing the cover in disgust. His large brown eyes scanned over the various copies laying on the table, all of which he held with contempt. Eddie’s eyes were quickly becoming one of my favorite things about him. They were so warm and expressive, like large pools of melted chocolate. It was hard not to get lost in them. They felt like a safe space. His fingers slowly moved over the covers of the worn paperbacks, his large rings gleaming under the harsh lights in the library. Eddie’s hands were also becoming another one of my favorite things about him. They were so large, and everytime I looked at them, I remembered how soft and warm his skin felt against my own. Eddie was an expressive talker, always talking with his hands and animated gestures. I often found myself getting caught up in his movements, eyes so focused on following his fingers I couldn’t even hear what he was saying. During the past 3 weeks, my mind constantly wandered to his hands. He had mentioned being in a band once, which instantly sent my mind into a frenzy wondering what his hands looked like when he played.
Eddie had been a constant figure in my mind ever since our interaction in the tutoring center. The more time we spent together, the worse it seemed to get. I found myself worrying about my appearance more, tripping over my words in front of him, constantly looking for excuses to talk to him outside of our sessions. I had no idea what was happening to me or why I was all of a sudden so enthralled with Eddie Munson.
“Alright, level with me angel. Which one of these books will make me want to slam my head in my van door the least?”
The completely unamused expression on Eddie’s face caused me to laugh out loud. I quickly cupped one of my hands over my mouth and flashed the librarian an apologetic look. I shook my head as I regained my composure, looking over at Eddie who had a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. I made the mistake of letting Eddie know that I thought he was funny. Since the first time he made me giggle, he made it his personal mission to get at least one laugh out of me every session, no matter what it took. There was no length he wouldn’t go to.
“You are going to get us kicked out! I can’t be banned from the library Eddie, I practically live here! Look, Shakespeare is not that bad. If you would pay attention, you would know he’s actually pretty..metal.”
Eddie stared at me incredulously with wide eyes, his chair landing back on the floor with a loud thunk as he leaned over the table. His dark brows knit together in the middle of his forehead as he mimicked my words.
“I’m sorry..did you just say Shakespeare is..metal?”
“For his time, yeah. A lot of his plays involve murder, or suicide, or a murder-suicide. Some of them are pretty violent. He was also actually kind of a rebel. He wrote tons of plays that cryptically called out the royals of his time, knowing that they would be performed in front of them. He essentially mocked them to their faces, and they had no idea.”
Eddie’s eyes flickered between the titles on the table and me, disbelief written clearly all over his features. He leaned forward to rest his cheek in the palm of his hand. After several minutes of contemplation, he nodded slowly with a click of his tongue, his eyebrows raising in surprise.
“Huh, that is pretty fucking metal.”
I pulled out a copy of Hamlet from the stack and put it in front of Eddie, gently tapping on the cover.
“You’ll like this one. There’s murder, suicide, witchcraft and other supernatural stuff. Arguably one of Shakespeare’s best soliloquies. It’s one of my favorites. Plus, I think you’ll like Hamlet. He’s a drama queen, like you.”
Eddie let out a sharp gasp, covering his chest in an exaggerated fashion with one of his large hands. He painted an expression of mock offense and quickly stood from the chair, gaining everyone’s attention in the library.
“Excuse me? You..you think I’m a drama queen? Wow. I just..you know..you think you know someone and then..they just break your heart. Unbelievable. I really thought we had something Y/N, something special.”
I tried my hardest to contain my giggles, quickly reaching out to grasp onto Eddie’s wrist as he started to walk away from our table. My cheeks flamed when I realized all the other students in the library were staring at us. Some of them looked amused, some of them looked disgusted. I hated the way people stared at Eddie. I hated how much they judged him. 
“Eddie! Shh! Seriously, please sit down. If we get kicked out of the library, I can’t tutor you anymore. You know I can’t bring you to the tutoring center anymore.”
Eddie had been unofficially banned from the tutoring center after our second session for being a “distraction”. After ten minutes of drum solos with pencils, Eddie being well, just Eddie, and a heated exchange with one of the jocks, we moved permanently to the library. Although, it seemed like it was only a matter of time before we were unofficially banished from here as well.
Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, his long fingers nearly covering the entire front cover of the copy of Hamlet still in his hand. He cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips, eventually sitting on top of the table right next to my chair. The sudden closeness caused me to tense as the scent of his cologne filled my senses, leaving me somewhat dizzy.
“Fine. But only because I want to sit. Not because you said so. I want to make that perfectly clear.”
“Crystal. But for the record, you know you’re a drama queen. You practically put on your own Shakespearian show everyday at lunch.”
“Well if you wanted a front row seat sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”
My next words of banter immediately caught in my throat, and I prayed to whoever was listening Eddie couldn’t see the change in color of my cheeks. Eddie Munson was a natural flirt. That was just his personality. I had to remind myself that several times over the past few weeks. He’s not flirting with you, dummy. He’s just being nice. He talks like this to everyone. Luckily the bell rang and saved me from becoming a stumbling mess in front of Eddie once again.
“I mean it, you should come sit with us sometime. If you’re feeling brave. See ya later, angel.”
I grumbled under my breath the entire walk to my locker. Damn Eddie Munson. Damn him and his stupid wink and stupid smirk and stupid cute dumb face that sends my brain into a total meltdown.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely registered the pair of blue eyes that were staring at me expectantly as I shut my locker door.
“Hey..you.”
Jason Carver. I had tutored him several times in the past two and a half years, and he still didn’t know my fucking name. I forced a tight-lipped smile on my lips and held my books protectively against my chest. 
“Hi Jason. What can I do for you?”
“I’m actually here about what I can do for you.”
My face must have given away my confusion, since Jason started to laugh and leaned against the locker next to mine. A little too close for my liking.
“You know, about the freak.”
“Excuse me?”
I hated the way that word rolled off his tongue so easily, as if it had said it a million times before. I knew he had. And I knew exactly who he was hurling that word at.
“Come on, you know you don’t have to tutor him right? You can say no.”
“No I can’t, Jason. It’s my job.”
“I know plenty of tutors who have turned that freak down, for good reason.”
“Well unlike them, I take my job seriously. I can’t just turn away a student that needs my help.”
Jason’s lips stretched into a grin that I’m sure was supposed to be charming, but to me it just looked threatening. Jason didn’t like to be challenged. He took a step forward to lean against my locker, placing his arm on the metal above my head. I didn’t like the way he towered over me. It made me feel like a helpless animal trapped by its prey, being taunted. 
“Look, I get it. You’re a sweet girl, and a saint if you ask me. I know you take it seriously. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have passed chemistry and been kicked off the team a long time ago. I owe you a lot. Which is why I’m here. I’m just looking out for you, okay? I know you try to see the good in people and all, but there’s no good in that devil worshiping freak. Like I said, I owe you. So if he starts to bother you, or make you feel unsafe, come to me. I just wanna protect you.”
Protect me? You don’t even know my fucking name. And you don’t know Eddie. It took everything in my power not to laugh in his face, every shred of self-control not to call him an asshole and to mind his fucking business. But I couldn’t do that. I’m the nice girl. Nice girls don’t talk like that. Nice girls don’t cause a scene. Nice girls smile and nod. So, that’s exactly what I did.
“Thank you, Jason. I appreciate you looking out for me.”
“Hey, you looked out for me. I just want to repay the favor. You’ll come to me, right? Promise?”
There was an edge to his tone, like he was daring me to disobey. My fingers gripped onto the spine of my math textbook so tightly I knew they had turned white. I did my best to appear natural, forging another submissive smile onto my lips.
“I promise.”
My answer seemed to satisfy him. He gave my shoulder a tight squeeze, threw me his most charming smile, and took off down the hall towards the gym. I felt dirty. I felt like I needed to take the most scalding hot shower I could stand to burn away every piece of evidence of Jason Carver’s hand on my shoulder. But mostly, I felt guilty. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t correct him. I didn’t stand up for Eddie, which is what I should have done. Social status be damned. Not like I really had one, but still. There was a nauseating feeling building in my stomach. He would have done it for you.
Eddie would have stood up for me. He wouldn’t have hesitated. He wouldn’t be a coward like me. At that moment, I wondered if he knew. I wondered if he could see right through me, see me for who I really was. A coward. A girl that always did as she was told so she didn’t make waves. A girl that kept quiet, and never spoke up, even against something she knew was wrong. Another conformist. 
He would be ashamed of you.
That one thought played over and over in my head all night as I laid in bed. That nauseous feeling never went away, it just continued to gnaw at my nerves and only grew in strength as the hours ticked away. I thought about Eddie, and how I was going to handle seeing his sweet smile while my guilt was eating me up inside. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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Matsukawa pauses at the end of the hallway and says, 'So, be honest for a second.'
'Oh, just a second? Doable,' Hanamaki says. He stops too, rocking back on his heels just once, still smiling.
Matsukawa hesitates.
Then, 'Do I have a chance with you?'
Hanamaki's smile drops.
'What are you talking about.'
'In any possible way,' Matsukawa clarifies, or, his tone is that of clarification. Hanamaki is still buffering, so it sounds like horseshit to him. 'In any universe, do you think, of any of the possible—worlds of us.'
'Worlds of us,' he repeats faintly. He'd said possible twice.
'Could I,' Matsukawa nods.
And; 'Could we? Maybe if. If you think about it, us being, going, or generally about me is there even a—chance,' he finishes.
Trails off.
A subdued, pathetic end to a question that had been sprung so casually, so nonchalant, so hey listen what's the time or yo pass me that pencil that Hanamaki is actually, sincerely reeling.
At the juxtaposition, like. The absurdity of this moment. Someone brushes past and they both take a step closer.
And; Matsukawa is 15 years and 8 months, six feet, a stupendous sixty nine kayjee worth of ease. He has never studied for a test. He talks so slowly it's offensive and squints at scary movie scenes to see them better. He spent their last cram sesh watching 'pen trick' tutorials online. He is most likely to laugh in the face of death, quietly and with his shoulders shaking.
He is flushed and slightly sweaty.
It's ten A.M. Shoes squeak against the clean hallway floors. Lockers slam shut and doors click open. Hanamaki stares for a long time at Matsukawa's twitching jaw, the red creeping into his ears, the nervous flex of long fingers as they slide up his nape into his hair.
'Answer.' Gaze fixed above Hanamaki's head.
'No?'
Dark eyes blink down to meet Hanamaki's. 'No?'
'No,' he asserts. Crosses his arms, because he's feeling a bit stupid with them hanging by his sides, leftover from when his jaw'd been hanging, just now, five seconds ago.
Matsukawa looks like his world has just ended.
Still, he asks, haltingly, 'No, as in, I don't.'
Hanamaki huffs, shifting his face pointedly away from Matsukawa's. 'No. No as in, I'm not answering that.'
He peeks though, eyes flicking to catch his reaction.
Matsukawa opens his mouth, then closes it.
And Hanamaki knows Matsukawa pretty well because it's been around eight months. Nine, maybe, he's not keeping count. So he knows Matsukawa from the cartilage jutting out the bridge of his nose to his brown, brown knees. Knows he sweats when he's nervous. Knows it goes both ways.
So he keeps quiet and keeps looking at him seriously as Matsukawa goes from worrying the inside of his lip to furrowing his brows. Waits for his forehead to clear and his lips, raw purple to part around, 'Ah.'
Matsukawa looks at him, as if for signs he's joking. Gets none.
His eyes crinkle. He wets his lips, just at the inner seam like his mouth had gone dry.
Hanamaki repeats his, 'Ah,' in a similar tone.
Matsukawa clicks his tongue, a familiar, beautiful ease returning to his body. His cheek dimpling as his lips close around a grin. 'Ah. Okay.'
Hanamaki kicks his shin lightly, and Matsukawa straightens, curving away and oh, he hadn't even noticed that.
The way Matsukawa's whole frame had turned towards him, the hallway blocked off, just them facing each other at a standstill while the rest of the world moved.
Still, stepping back doesn't stop Matsukawa's broadening smile. Self satisfied where mere minutes ago he'd been all but near-breakdown, the insufferable toerag. 'That's a yes.'
They go back enroute to class, falling into step seamlessly and Hanamaki says, trying to hold it off, or maybe attempting to protect himself from violent, amateur flirting, 'Nothing more should be said on this matter.'
Matsukawa is as resilient as a pillar. 'Maybe by you. Maybe this matter is all I personally will ever talk about.'
'Maybe you should think before you speak.'
'Maybe you should speak less confusingly.'
'Maybe you should be less easily confused.'
'Maybe you should get real.'
Hanamaki lets out a bright, giddy laugh. This really is happening. Something thrumming in him says it was always going to.
Matsukawa smiles out at their milling schoolmates, entirely content. Once more at ease. Hanamaki's own cheeks are warm, have been for a few minutes now, but he can't be mad. He's all floating on air, never been happier.
Matsukawa has a chance. More to the point, he wants one.
Hanamaki would give him his own nervous system right out from under his traitorous pink skin, because it's only nervous for him, so a chance is easy. A chance is a given.
A chance was only ever going to be given to him, if Hanamaki is honest. And now, he figures, peeking up at Matsukawa's happy flush, red ears and dimpling mouth, no one else will ever try.
Hanamaki stuffs his hands in his pockets. Walks onward. Matsukawa says, 'So, be honest again.'
'If you're asking.' Hanamaki would tell no lies, if he was asking. At the very least he'd try.
Matsukawa ducks his head but he can't hide that toothy smile, Hanamaki's already seen it. 'Do you want to skip fourth period and go—get something to eat?'
'Are you hungry?' Hanamaki asks, because he wants to know.
'No,' he admits. 'I just want to be alone with you.'
Hanamaki's nervous system is buzzing and alight, his fingertips sparking and his brain thrumming and it's like his entire body is one golden livewire.
He touches Matsukawa's sleeve, then tugs at it and Matsukawa turns, not on fire but face burning red.
'I want to be alone with you too,' Hanamaki confides, cheeks hurting with how hard he's smiling.
'Ten A.M is too early for you to talk to me like that,' Matsukawa says, sounding winded.
Hanamaki laughs, yanks on his sleeve so they can make their getaway.
It's abrupt, spontaneous and daring for the middle of the week so early in the school day but they share a look brimming with crazy excitement when they get to the closest exit.
'What if we get caught?' Matsukawa teases, crowding behind Hanamaki as he hides, flat against a wall as a janitor walks by. His body heat is momentarily everything.
'Take a fucking chance, Issei,' Hanamaki says, and finds Matsukawa's hand, fingers slipping into his.
His palm is sweaty and when he groans, it's open and born of half-delight. 'Whatever, Hiro—anything.'
The gate swings shut and they're already racing down the street.
(11:23 A.M) hanapippi: yo can u hide our bags
(11:23 A.M) hanapippi: drop them off at issei's @ the end ofthe day
(11:32 A.M) iwa seijoh: You guys are nuts
(11:32 A.M) hanapippi: we're on our first date
(11:32 A.M) iwa seijoh: Fine
(11:33 A.M) hanapippi: ur a real 1 💖
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Art Museum Date Headcanons
This is Steven Grant’s second date with Y/N, who has thankfully given him a second chance.
(This is one of the first times I am doing headcanons I apologize if it isn’t that good lol - Author)
He decided to meet you at the museum , but gets there 15 minutes early
He buys your ticket and is holding a single white rose. He looked up the meaning of it and he agreed that a white rose would be perfect.
Once you arrive he will be nervous, but will try to play it cool. 
He will offer to hold on to the rose for you if you don’t feel like carrying it, but he beams when you take it and lift it to your nose
He will fall in pace with you as to not over take or make you feel like you need to catch up with him
He wants you to know that you are his equal and not someone who pressured you into a second date
He ends up getting comments from Marc: “Cool it Steven. Don’t sweat.”
While he found museum he made sure to research all the different pieces in hopes of impressing you
He even goes in deep on how certain colored paints were made.
He especially went into the history of Egyptian Blue
He will constantly check in to see if you are having fun
He tries to do it subtly as to not annoy you
He is happy when he notices you hand inching towards his
He will discreetly wipe his hand on his pants before holding your hand
He is flustered once he feels your thumb caressing his hand once holding it
He gets another comment from Marc: “Keep it together man or your palms will get clammy”
He knows that Marc isn’t as excited about this date as he is, but he has more dating experience so Steven is grateful for the advice
He will ask questions about who your favorite artist is
If you say that you have never had one he will quickly guide you to the exhibits he thinks you will like
He will buy you a Vincent van Gogh T-Shirt that has a silly pun like “Where did my Van Gogh” or “Sorry that I cut talked your ear off”
“That is really stupid Steven she might not li-”
Marc gets cut off by the laugh you are producing and Steven finds himself smirking at the speechless Marc
Towards the end he will ask if you’d like to get something to eat to hopefully extend the date
If you say yes he will take you to a lovely chip shop near by and continue to ask about you, your interests, and the like
He can feel Marc in his head through out this which makes him sweat even more
If you say no he will happily yet reluctantly say good bye
His spirits are immediately lifted however when you ask him to walk you home
 He is absolutely wired when he returns to his flat all he can do is ramble on about you
About how he hopes that you enjoyed your date or if he did something wrong, or the color of your clothing and how it brought out your eyes.
He is excited once he sees  your name light up on his phone
He receives a text from you saying: “Thank you for the date I had a great time! We should do it again!”
Now he really can’t stop thinking about you until he either falls asleep or releases the body to Marc
Overall the Date is is success
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