#but no weed till friday

[tasticbastard]

just gotta get thru this work day…then i’ll have some friend time and a day off…

#but no weed till friday #i’m gonna go crazy

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Headcanon: Sometimes Eddie likes it better when you’re asleep

Warnings: 18+ only, reader is at college, unprotected sex, overstimulation, brief cockwarming, eddie’s miracle recovery period, masturbation, consensual somnophilia, drug use ie consensual smoking of weed that makes you sleepy, objectification & degradation. I think it’s fair to say this falls in the perv!eddie category. Smut immediately under the cut. 

Word count: ~3,200 

A/N: In a tale as old as time, the drabble I had planned is now a think piece.

“It’s like I can’t fucking stop,” 

 You whimper, legs twitching at the next turn of Eddie’s fingers over your sore clit. Your walls are clenching around him rhythmically with each thrust, each drive towards the peak you’ve reached, how many times now? Five? Six? 

You’re already leaking from Eddie’s own high, but letting him stay balls deep and bask in the sticky wet warmth of his cum inside you got him worked up again. Soon his cock was twitching back to life and Eddie’s hips were rolling against your ass. 

He groans, low and long into your shoulder, his torso angled over your back. Eddie’s thighs slap heavily against yours. Your ass is up in the air, letting him drag his cock from your walls and fuck back in until his round head meets that spot inside he loves to find and abuse.

You’re sore, the build still pleasurable but edging increasingly into pain now. Eddie can feel it, the way you’re holding on for him through it all. It makes him harder.

“Miss you so much when you’re away, baby,” he says, moaning through gritted teeth. “Fucking my fist constantly thinkin’ about this pussy, about you under me, yeah-” He cuts himself off with a groan when his words tighten your cunt around him. “Come on,” he says, rubbing your clit faster through your pained whimper. “I know, I know, just one more. Just one more, I promise.”

You sob with it, this high more of an aching twitch than a euphoric wave. But your cunt clenches, gushes a little around Eddie’s cock and that’s what he wanted from you. You smile at the sound of that excited laugh he gives you when he comes, like he can’t believe how good you make him feel. Then a masculine groan, the feeling of him swelling inside and the ropes of wet heat that he buries deep in your hole. 

Eddie laughs again, and presses his face into the curve of your neck to give you a bouquet of soft kisses for your exhausted body. It feels so good like this, when he’s settled inside of you. The feeling of being full without the slam into your spot or the rubbing of fingers at the top of your sex, it’s perfect. You’d let him stay here all night if you didn’t know he’d start up again before you could let yourself rest.

You wiggle your hips and Eddie sighs, humming into one last kiss at the sensitive point where your shoulder meets your neck before he’s sitting up. He massages your lower back and your ass while he pulls himself from you, comforting you through the gross, dirty feeling of your hole gaping and leaking from what he’s done to you. 

“I love you so much,” Eddie says. You glance on your shoulder and those wide eyes are still directed at your cunt. You kick back gently, making contact with his thigh so he’ll look at your unimpressed expression. He grins. “You, too, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, but laugh while he settles himself back on his pillows. You stretch yourself out like a cat, flat on your stomach, and groan. “God, Eddie, you’re a fucking animal.”

His smile is somewhere between sheepish and proud, then he looks serious. “I miss you so much when you’re not here.”

“I miss you, too,” you say, leaning a little to kiss his warm shoulder. “But I’m here now. Will be till Sunday afternoon.”

“‘n after that?” He asks, because he wants to hear it, even though it’s been marked on his Uncle’s Big Rigs calendar in the kitchen since you left for college at the end of Summer. 

“I have another Friday off at the beginning of next month, then at Thanksgiving I’ll be here a whole week, and even longer over the Holidays.”

“Can’t wait,” Eddie says, sighing happily and closing his eyes at the thought of keeping you in his bed for the best part of a month. When he opens them, your body has relaxed, exhaustion taking over in the few seconds he looked away. It didn’t matter that you were still naked from the waist down, your top still rucked up from his need to paw at your chest earlier. He’s fucked you into a stupor. If he moved just a little down the bed, he’d be able to look at the evidence of it still dripping from your cunt to his sheets. 

“Fuck,” Eddie says. His cock, also still wet from your combined release, twitches against his thigh. He breathes out his nose, glancing at your prone body, the gentle rise and fall of your naked back with each tired breath. “Fuck it.”

As you’re drifting, the wet sound of skin rubbing slick skin pulls you back to reality. Your eyes fight the compulsion to open them, but a soft whine voiced into the quiet room connects your brain to Eddie, and then you’re blinking sleepily at him. 

“Oh, Eddie.”

He’s flushed pink, hair sweaty and pushed back in a heap from his forehead. His hand fucks up and down his cock, pulling those distinctive sounds from the remnants of your wetness and the new drops of cum dripping from his pink tip. He looks kind of miserable. His eyes are wet, his bottom lip is reddening from the abuse of his teeth. “‘m sorry,” Eddie breathes, half whining. Your heart aches. “Can’t stop, when you’re here.”

You coo sleepily in the back of your throat, hating to see him like this. Settling yourself a little more into the pillows, you open your legs. “Come on,” you murmur, watching his unsure expression like he’s scared the obvious invitation isn’t what he thinks it is. “Just be gentle.” 

He springs into action, body crawling to bracket your thighs with his. 

“Thank you.” Eddie uses his hand to latch the head of his cock at your hole. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Don’t go anywhere near my clit, Munson,” you tell him with a yawn, trying to relax into the initial aching stretch his cock brings, trying to make your body just take it rather than using the friction to build you up. You adjust the pillows under your head and wiggle your toes before settling down again, heavy eyes closing. “I mean it, I can’t come anymore.”

The position is good for this. With you flat against his mattress, he can only fuck forward, can’t angle his hips the way he likes to do to find your spot. His balls press heavy to your clit, but the slow movements of his cock in and out of your cunt prevent the heavy slap that can get you gushing around him. 

“You’re so good to me, baby.” 

He only gets a soft hum in reply. The drag of his cock is a pleasant stroke over sensitive skin. It feels good, like fingers caressing your neck. You’ll be sore tomorrow, stretched out and used. But right now, your body is content at the feeling of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Eddie on top of you, Eddie touching you, Eddie deep inside you. 

He stops. “Baby, you’re falling asleep.”

“‘S okay,” you murmur, unable to open your eyes even if you wanted to. “Keep going till you cum.”

Eddie’s cock jumps and he returns to the slow roll of his body into yours. You hum, sigh, and drift away.

The next morning, Eddie is restless. You keep glancing up from your breakfast to find him already looking at you before turning away like he never was. It reminds you a little of the early days, when you were in the process of realising that he had a crush on you, back when you were senior’s together in his second year. 

“You wanna tell me what’s got you all twitchy, Eddie?” Wide brown eyes fix on yours, surprise at the question turning to the expression of somebody knowing they’ve been caught. “Is it about last night?”

“Yeah, um. I kinda didn’t expect you to let me-” He clears his throat, hand coming up as if to make some kind of explanatory gesture, but what could signal the fact you let him fuck you sleeping? His fingers curl at the realisation he’ll have to say it. “You know, while you were falling asleep.”

“While I was asleep, too. Was gone before you came.”

“Shit, man.” He rubs ringed fingers over his pink face while you giggle.

“You liked it, huh?” Eddie nods slowly into his hands. “I mean, that’s okay. Good, really. I know I make you stop before you’re ready, sometimes.”

A doe eye appears in a gap between his right ring and middle fingers. Eddie lowers his hands, watching you curiously. “You uh, you mean I can-” He licks his lips, eyes jumping to catch each point of your face, any clue that you’re insincere. “You’d let me do that again.”

“Sure,” you shrug. “Felt nice. Got you off. What’s the issue?” He’s twitchy again, and you kick him gently under the table to get him to look at you. “What, Eds?”

“What about if you’re already asleep?”

You consider the little clench inside that drew from you, then shrug again. “That’s cool, too. Kinda hot actually, the thought of you just using me like that.”

“Yeah,” he laughs, still sounding nervous, hollow. “Kinda.”

He does it again that night, after he’s already fucked you tired. You know, because while you cuddle into his pillow on your side, feeling sated and nicely sleepy, his hand starts stroking across your thigh. Excitement runs up your spine in a shiver. “You sure?” He asks, soft in your ear, wanting the final confirmation that you’re going to let him do this to you. 

“Yes, Eddie,” you answer. He keeps stroking your thigh, and you realise he wants you gone entirely before he gets started. The thought bounces around your head, settles, then vanishes as you slip into dreamless sleep. 

Eddie is relaxed with you, the next day. He spends Sunday morning wincing at your attempts to play his guitar and making his own attempts at impressing you with the number of grapes he can fit in his mouth. You’re giggly and happy until you have to go early in the afternoon. He holds you for the whole ten minutes before you have to leave, face buried in your chest and legs tangled together. 

When you’re back a couple weeks later, Eddie greets you at the door with a grin, tells you Rick sold him something new. “‘s called ACDC,” he says proudly, presenting a rolled joint before you’ve even even settled yourself down on his bed.

“I just got here. Are you that desperate to get high?”

He shakes his head. “Wanna watch you.”

Your eyebrows come together and you look at the joint with suspicion. “This gonna make me see God, Eddie?”

“It, uh, it’ll make you sleepy.” 

A pause, confusion, then the memory of the last time you were here and the agreement you came to. “Oh.”

He fixes you with a serious look. “You don’t have to.”

“No, I mean- It’s just, the last time, it was after we’d already…”

Eddie nods. “I know. I know but,” he swallows. “I kinda wanna see, you know, how long I can go with you like that.”

The air is thick with tension while your mind runs over exactly what he’s asking you. Eddie’s good at following your boundaries, pushing sometimes to help you realise exactly where they are, but never crossing. If you tell him no, Eddie would just smile and take the joint from you. He’d probably throw it over his shoulder and climb over your body to give whatever’s he’s been saving up. Nevermind that you would still be wide awake and wanting him.

Eddie wants you asleep while he fucks you. Desire moves, heavy and tingling, through your body. “Okay,” you say, reaching out for a lighter. 

Eddie’s shoulders slump with a relieved sigh. Then, as if he’d only just realised what you’ve agreed to, they come right back up again. He’s practically bouncing on his feet. “Yeah?”

“Yes, you fucking perv. Give me the lighter.” He does, and watches with dark eyes as you take a long drag. “Is this gonna knock me right out, or?”

“No, got it cause it’s supposed to be kinda gentle.”

He put thought into this. What strain to get to knock you out sweetly before he fucks your passed out body. You rub your thighs together, feeling your panties start to stick to the lips of your pussy under your jeans. You take another drag, then rest the joint in the ashtray by his bedside. You find the buttons of your jeans, working them down your legs and pulling your socks off in the process. Then you reach behind you to undo your bra and remove it from under your t-shirt, grinning when you throw it at Eddie, who jumps like he was in a trance. 

“Come rock me to sleep.”

He climbs into the bed and lets you rest your whole body against his chest, settling into the warm fabric of his favourite Dio shirt. Eddie hands you the joint again, watches with intensity as you puff at it for a few minutes. “Starting to hit you?”

“Yeah.”

You feel him, hard and wanting against your back. The thought forms more clearly than before. Eddie’s going to fuck you, cum inside you who knows how many times, and you won’t even be aware, won’t remember the details at all because you’re not even going to be awake for it.

Another drag, then you put it out in the ashtray because your mind is settling into that comfy place that will let you drift off. Eddie kisses your cheek, your jaw, your lips. “So good to me,” he says, his voice a mile away. “So good for me, sweetheart.”

You’re sore when you wake up in the morning, the space between your legs still slick and leaking him. Eddie’s sleeping face is a picture of relaxed contentment, his hair tangled and wild like he’d been pulling his hands through it all night. Maybe he was. You certainly wouldn’t know. 

“Hey, pervert,” you say, shaking his shoulder a little until his big eyes are squished closed in protest, then open and blinking sleepily. “You shove your fist up there or what?”

Eddie’s face splits in a grin. “You sore?”

“You know I am.” You also feel the same sated pleasure you normally feel when you wake up in Eddie’s bed. You swallow. “How- how many-”

“Don’t ruin the fun, baby,” Eddie interrupts, reaching out to pull you into his body. “Better you don’t worry your pretty head about it, yeah?”

He eats you out till you’re crying, taking every drop of what he left in you into his mouth before spitting it into yours, face wild and grinning, his hair a messy curtain around you. Eddie fucks you awake the rest of the weekend, doesn’t use your resting body again while you’re there. It only strikes you when you’re halfway back to Indianapolis, fingers tight on the steering wheel, your pussy clenching at the thought-

Maybe he did. 

You don’t spend as much time as you wanted with him over Thanksgiving, stolen away by the responsibilities gifted to you by your Mother’s decision to host the whole family at your house. You clean and decorate and prepare dinner for days, all the time waiting till you can steal away and see your boyfriend who whines to you each night over the phone about how much he misses you. 

You sleep over the night before you have to leave. He lays you on his bed and presses your legs to your chest, smiling the whole time. “So fucking lucky to have you,” he tells you, face pressed to your neck when you’re done. Eddie wiggles his hips with his cock inside just to hear you gasp and feel you hit his chest. He twitches inside before he pulls out, and it’s all you think about as you fall asleep.

“Did you fuck me last night?” You ask him over Cheerio’s the following day. He crunches his mouthful with his eyebrows together, having to cover his face to stop the huge pile he’d shoved in from falling out while he tries to force it down.

“Uh, yeah,” he answers. “Remember? You squirted all over-”

“No, I mean after. When I was asleep.”

“No,” he says with a simple shake of his head. Queue another heap of cereal that prevents him from continuing for the next ten seconds. “We didn’t talk about it before. Wouldn’t do it without that.”

Your sweet boy. You sigh, unclear in your own mind if it’s because of relief or disappointment.

“Did you think I would?” He asks, eyes wide, a little hurt. 

“I didn’t know. I thought I’d, sort of, implied rolling consent.”

“Can’t imply consent, babe.” Another mouthful, his dark eyes set on you. He swallows. “So I have your consent?” You blink. “When you come back. I can fuck you sleeping whenever I want.”

Your head is fuzzy. “Yes, Eddie.”

He purses his lips in a smile, tilts his head. “Can’t wait.”

When school lets out for the Winter, you stay with Eddie in his Uncle’s trailer for a week straight, watching holiday movies and burning four consecutive attempts at batches of gingerbread. Each night, he cuddles you tight in bed to fight against the encroaching cold. You always open the windows at night, liking it freezing in the room, warm under heavy covers. 

Eddie hums in your ear. You sink into the mattress, and sleep. 

Tonight, when the December air brings an icy draft through the open window, the sweat on your exposed back attracts it. The chill moves along your body in a shivery crawl. You wake up. 

“So fucking good like this.” 

Eddie, whispering somewhere above your head. His cock is locked inside, his hips moving in quick little thrusts that let him press his heavy balls against your weeping slit. He’s already come in you once. You can feel the warmth of it. 

“Can’t believe you let me do this to you. Knew you were a slut but didn’t think-” He groans into the air, pulls his cock from your depths then presses back in to fuck you properly. Still gentler than he would normally, because he doesn’t want you awake. He wants you like this, more submissive than you ever could be with your eyes open. Yours are still heavy, like they’re telling you to drift away, let Eddie have what he wants. “Didn’t think you’d ever let me use you like a fleshlight. But that’s what you are, right?”

Oh. 

“Just a cunt.”

Your walls clench tight. Eddie stops.

His heavy breath is the only sound in the quiet room. A second later, you feel his hand massaging gently over your shoulder, your neck. Eddie kisses the back of your head, and whispers into your hair. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

Your slipping mind supplies what your body already knows.

Yes, Eddie.

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ghostie - TEASER

🌙 staring. Johnny x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you won’t get a call. He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend.  You’re disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe he’ll catch you. Five minutes turns into ten, turns into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut. You’re starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.

tw/cw. yandere/stalker subthemes, unknown caller, weed use, multiple reader orgasms, big dick!Johnny, oral, pussy eating, blowjob, deep throating, spit as lube, fingering, hand riding, dacryphilia, praise, dirty talk, cum/fullness kink, unprotected sex, heavy grinding, dick bulge, creampie, rough groping, slight restraint, size kink, submissive reader, subspace, dumbification, hair pulling, finger sucking, etc… I pet names: (hers) Tiny, good girl, pretty girl. (his) Ghostie.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 15k

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“Mark told me you’re probably a stalker, said I should maybe block your number.”

“I don’t have a number, if I did, that would be too easy for you. I’m an unknown caller… can you even block unknown callers?” 

“I guess we’ll find out when I block you.”

“Won’t happen though. What did you do after your class with Mark?”

“Are you really that interested in my day?” 

“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t interested.”

He’s a cocky softy, who would have imagined. 

You wonder what you ever did to make this guy so sweet on you- you’ve dated men who don’t even care to ask you how your day went, and this guy is out here doing it practically for free.

“Classes were okay, my sorority had a little fundraiser at lunch, we baked cupcakes.”

“They were good cupcakes.” 

“Wait…” your stomach churns a little. “You stopped by?”

“I’m a sucker for cupcakes, and how cute your butt looks in blue jeans.”

You search your memory, counting how many NCT boys came through around lunch. You realize that there were far too many for it to do any good in deciphering which one is the man you’re currently talking to.

“Did we talk?”

“You talked to everyone who bought something. I’m not special.”

Except… he kind of is special, in a way you can’t truly explain… not yet anyways.

“Maybe you are a stalker,” you decide.

“I can promise you I’m not, but I bet you’d be kind of into it if I was.”

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Teach Me IV

extra credit

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Pairing: Lee Dokyeom (Seokmin) x fem!reader

Genre: smut, humor, college au, frat!svt

Warnings: mentions of drug use (weed) and alcohol , phone sex, exchange of nudes, both are down horrendous, mutual masturbation, making out, dry humping, idiots in like, dokyeom has a praise kink and isn't ashamed, snippets of disgusting fluff

Length: ~5.1k

Note: ugh ... anyways! i know i mentioned potential angst in an ask but i'm weak

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The best part of starting Fall Break on a Friday is having to do absolutely nothing for five blissful days. But because he is easily swindled by his friends, Dokyeom is ass over tits and the clock hasn’t even chimed 8PM. After the incredibly awkward week following your latest tryst, he’s thankful for the mind numbing freedom of alcohol, weed, and nothing but miles of mountain and woods.

Or he would be if wasn’t still upset you turned down his invitation to join him this weekend.

So he sneaks into his room and pulls up your Instagram. You're at the top of his results when he clicks into the search bar.

You posted a new photo this afternoon. A memory of a girls night out, sandwiched between two of your friends outside some bar, nothing but wide drunk smiles and closed eyes under the flash of the camera. Dokyeom already saw it. Already liked it. 

He keeps scrolling, down down down till he reaches his favorite picture. A frozen memory of you outside some cafe, slumped in an iron wrought chair, sunglasses obscuring half of your face; your mouth is spread over a wild guffaw, teeth flashing and the corner of your lips arched high in amusement. Whatever had amused you pulled your entire body in, shoulders curved up as your chest caves, chin tipped back. 

The soft pink sundress hugging you snugly is an added bonus. 

And somewhere in his muddled mind, Dokyeom decides he needs to talk to you. Right. Now.

After the third ring, the call connects.

“Heyyy, pretty lady.”

“Oh my god, are you drunk?” You laugh, and Dokyeom can imagine the same expression from the photo flashing across your face. 

God, she even sounds pretty. He thinks.

He whines through the goofy smile plucking the corners of his lips, “Nooooo.”

“Oh, really?”

“Maybe I’m a little drunk.”

“Only a little?” You jest.

“Maybe a lot-tle.”

“I can tell.”

“Wish you were here.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Haven’t seen you in like a week.”

If he wasn’t wasted then he might feel embarrassed, but Dokyeom finds the words slipping past him without a second thought as he rocks back and forth, caught in waves of emotion.

“How’s the cabin been so far?” 

The sudden change in topic scratches unpleasantly but he lets it go.

“Would be more fun if you were here.” He confesses. “What are you up to?”

“Laying in bed, watching Love Island.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Seriously?” You scoff.

“What?” 

“You’re so lame, Kyeom.”

“I’m curious about what you do when you’re alone.” He tries to sound innocent. “You’re alone, right?”

“Yeah, Ava left for the weekend.”

“So what are you doing this weekend?”

He’s fishing for the real reason you told him you couldn't come with him to the cabin. You’d been purposefully vague the few times Dokyeom probed since last Thursday, claiming any excuse under the sun: a friend coming to visit, getting ahead on assignments, pulling a few extra shifts at the library. Anything to avoid flat out rejection.

“You know, this and that. What about you guys? Any big plans?”

“Some of the guys mentioned a hike tomorrow. And Beer-lympics Sunday.”

“God, you’re such a frat bro.”

“I can do better.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. What are you wearing?” He tries again.

He hears you huff, “Pajamas.”

“Sexy.”

“I actually think this is your shirt.”

“Oh? Send me a pic.”

“What do I get if I do?”

“What do you want?”

“Are you hard?”

“I can be.”

“I’ll send you a picture if you send me one too.”

“Fuck, okay.” He agrees, tapping open his camera app and trying out a few angles, working himself up in the process.

Dokyeom settles for cupping the bulge over his pants, outline of his cock pronounced as he lightly squeezes. He’s highly aware of your obsession with his hands, so he tries to flex his arm forcing the web of veins to rise as the muscles clench.

“I’m waiting.” You goad on the other end of the phone, knocking him out of his concentration.

The five photos he’s snapped all look about the same. Settling on the least blurry one, he quickly opens your messages and sends it before changing his mind.

A sharp inhale announces its arrival on your phone. 

“Your turn.” 

He can hear the rustle of clothes and blankets through the speaker, and a whispered curse following a dull thud. Dokyeom can’t help the chuckle that escapes as he pictures whatever caused it.

The photo you send back takes him a second to decipher. You're definitely wearing his shirt, the bottom hem bunched across your breasts, the swells of flesh peaking out near the top of the picture; perfectly omitting your face. Tracing down your bare stomach, your hips are wrapped in powdery blue cotton panties. And if that wasn’t enough, one hand is stuffed underneath, pulling the elastic taunt across the crease in your hip as it stretches to accommodate your fingers.

Holy shit.

“You like it?”

“You're evil.” Head rolling back, Dokyeom groans as he takes it all in. “You want me dead.” 

You giggle at his tone.

“Fuck,” he mutters, continuing to study your figure. “You’re so hot.”

“Kyeomie,” you whine, obviously embarrassed under his attention.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yeah,” you mewl.

“Dirty girl.”

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”

The back and forth of your relationship is the funnest part, in Dokyeom’s opinion. You like when he puts you in your place as much as he enjoys you putting him in his. It helps that even when he assumes the more dominant role, you still praise him as if he’s the best thing since sliced bread. It scratches that submissive part of his brain that always wants needs to be good. Especially for you.

“I can think of a few things.”

“Oh? Like what?”

Phone sex is unfamiliar territory. He isn’t sure how much is too much and the awkward parting last week still stains his brain. But you just sent him a photo with your hands down your underwear so Dokyeom tries to go with the flow.

“Could make you cry on my cock.” He flushes when you remain silent for a second too long . “Sorry, that felt awkward.”

“No!” You object, voice crackling through the speaker at the sharp increase in volume. “It, ugh, that’s hot.”

“What? Crying from my dick?”

“You don’t think so?”

Dokyeom’s cock twitches, as if to signal its eager agreement.

“I think anything involving you near my penis is hot so I’m not really a good judge.”

“Well, just imagine it. Remember that time we fucked at Wonwoo and Mingyu’s house party?”

“Not appreciating you saying other dudes’ names while my dick is in my hand but yeah.”

You snicker at his reprimand. “Anyway. Remember how I wanted you to fuck my mouth?”

Dokyeom takes a sharp inhale as the memory rushes forward. You on your knees, eyes glossy and lips bruised, begging him to stretch your throat. The second the request reached his ears Dokyeom nearly came on your sweater covered chest, but he’d ignored your request, hauling your ass up onto the counter in favor of stuffing your cunt. You hadn’t complained.

“But you wouldn’t because you didn’t wanna mess up my makeup?”

“You looked pretty… didn’t wanna ruin it.”

“Yeah but I wanted you to.”

Another squeeze of his cock as he slips his hand under his boxers, “Yeah?”

“You’re really hot when you tell me what to do.”

“Fuck.” He groans, vocabulary limited by the husky timbre of your voice. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Mhhmm, doesn't feel as good as when you do it though.”

A pathetic thrust through his fist at the praise. “I know but I’ll make it up to you next time. Promise.”

“How?”

“Might tie you up. Fuck you till your screamming.” Dokyeom doesn’t know who he’s become but you seem to like it.

“Oh?”

Your reply is all breath, the same way you sign when he gives you his fingers after a long study session. The beads of pre-cum on his tip increase as he works his cock, almost able to fill the way you’d coat his fingers if he was there to give them to you.

“You like that? Want me to use your tight little pussy? Fill it up?”

“Want you to come inside me again, Minnie. So hot.”

“I know, pretty girl. So desperate for it aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” you squeak, “Are you close?”

“Send me another picture.”

Only a few seconds pass, filled with muffled groans on his end and the clack of your nails on yours. Dokyeom rushes to open the new attachment you’ve blessed him with, heart clenching when his stomach caves around a moan.

The photo is blurry from your haste but he doesn’t care. You're drenched. The crotch of your panties tinged darker as you pull them aside, flashing the way your entrance stretches around three of your fingers. Your clit just barely visible, puffy and swollen from neglect.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Minnie—” Your voice sounds far away, and he realizes you've put yourself on speaker so you can use both hands.

“Can you do something for me?” he grounds, squeezing the base of his cock to stop his impending end.

“Anything.”

Another deep breath before he lays himself bare, “Drive up here tomorrow.”

“What?” You ask, the springs of your mattress squeaking as you sit up, clearly confused by the switch in pace.

“I wanna see you.”

“I—”

“Promise I’ll make it worth your while.” Dokyeom scrambles.

Another pause before a timid, “How?”

“Whatever you want.” 

“Dangerous words.”

“Pretty sure I’ll enjoy it just as much as you.”

“I don’t know…”

“If you don’t want to, it's fine but,” he sighs, “if you can I want you to come. And not just because of sex.”

“Then why?” 

“Because I like—” He cuts himself off hastily. “Because I like spending time with you.”

As seconds tick by without response, Dokyeom is sure you're going to call his bluff. Or worse, laugh in his face. He’s sweating, heart beating irregularly as he waits for your reply.

“Really?” Shyness creeps into your voice.

Dokyeom nods before realizing you can’t see him. “Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’ll come.”

“Really?” Dokyeom asks, eyes wide and jaw slack. No way it's this easy.

“Really,” he can hear you smile. “But only because you said you’d give me whatever I want.”

“You’re gonna make me regret that aren’t you?”

“Absolutely.” You tease, enunciating each syllable as his heart beats in time. “But Kyeomie…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m still wet.”

“Can’t have that.” He tsks.

“Please,”

“Be a good girl and play with your clit.” Dokyeom instructs, slipping right back in.

A hitch in your breath precludes a satisfied “hmmm”. He wishes he could taste both on his tongue. 

“Touch yourself too.” You plea.

Dokyeom’s wound so tight a gust of wind would have his load all over his stomach. He tells you as much.

“Shiiit” You curse, catching up to him. “Close.”

“Yeah? Think you deserve it?”

If he was there, Dokyeom knows he’d see the frustrated kick of your legs and feel the daggers shooting from your eyes.

“You ignored me all last week, I don’t know if I should let you.”

“Dokyeom, please!”

“But since I get to see you tomorrow.” he tuts, covering up the catch of his breath as you plea again. “Let me hear it.”

The call devolves into choked curses and groans. He keeps the screen close to his face as he focuses back on the picture you sent, painting his fist with streaks of white as you beg him to cum, choke on how much you want to taste. Your stuttered “ah”s floating right into his ears as you twist and shake in your bed hours away.

When Dokyeom can feel himself returning to his body, he soaks in the lull of you catching your breath.

“You good?”

“Yeah.” You sigh dreamily.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Send me the address.”

“Oh and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m happy you’re coming…”

“Goodnight,” you chuckle at the double entendre.

“Night.”

Even with the satisfaction of an orgasm coursing through his veins, the fizzing bubbles of happiness in his chest have nothing to do with the cum cooling in his underwear.

--

The drive to the cabin is two hours and thirty seven nerve wrecking minutes. Dokyeom has been up since six, texting you the address, asking you to let him know when you left, keep him updated on any pit stops you needed to make. Not to rush up the mountain and drive safely. 

The digital clock on your dash reads just past noon as you slowly creep up a narrow gravel road, praying another car doesn’t swoop around the bend. Of course a pack of frat boys would choose some creepy woods to set up camp for a long weekend. 

You dial Dokyeom’s number just to be safe. Barely a full ring passes before he picks it up.

“Hey!”

“Hey… I think I’m pulling up to the right place?” You scan for any sign of a driveway on either side of the road without any luck. 

“Oh shit, I’ll come outside. Jun got us lost yesterday when he drove up so it’s tricky.”

Taking a left as you finally spot the red mailbox with a beaver carved into the dark wooden post at the end of the lengthy driveway, a two story cabin comes into view between the trees. Dokyeom jogs from the porch to meet you at the edge of the yard. Rolling down your window as he makes his way over, you greet him.

“Hey,”

“Hey,” he smiles, bright enough to blind a village.

“Um, where should I park?” 

“Just pull up behind anyone, it doesn't matter.”

“Alright.” 

Dokyeom walks next to you as you pull in behind a white sedan. Once in park, you pop the trunk before slipping out the door. He already has your bag tossed over his shoulder, tangling your fingers with his as he pulls you towards the house.

“Some of the guys went on a hike earlier so I’ve been helping Seungkwan and Mingyu clean up.”

“Oh, you didn’t need to wait for me.”

“I wanted to.”

Before you can think too much on that statement, Seungkwan interrupts by tackling you in a hug. 

“Oh thank god you’re here.” 

“Hi to you too.” You say, carrying his weight as he goes boneless.

“Hi,” he responds with a squeeze, before turning to Dokyeom with a blunt, “Goodbye.” 

Seungkwan pulls you inside the front door, beelining for the sliding glass doors that lead to the back porch.

“Hey!”

Without slowing, Seungkwan fends him off. “She was my friend first!”

“Yeah well,” Dokyeom flounders like a washed up fish.

“You dazzle with words. Now go away.” Seungkwan sniffs.

Sending an apologetic smile over your shoulder, you allow Seungkwan to usher you along. You spot another person in the kitchen, face shadowed by the hood of his sweater. He doesn’t look up when you and Seungkwan shuffle pass.

“Ignore Mingyu, his girlfriend broke up with him yesterday.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah, anyway.” Seungkwan plops onto one of the chairs circled around the patio table. “Speaking of girlfriends—”

“Did you finally get one?”

“Being mean is bad for your health.” He deadpans. “As I was saying, did Dokyeom ask you to be his?”

“His what?”

“His girlfriend.”

Your ears ring at the nonchalance in Seungkwan’s tone.

“Why would he ask me to be his girlfriend?”

“Why else would you get up at the ass crack of dawn to come to this dump?”

“He said he wanted me to come.” You answer, turning your head to observe the lake beyond the thin tree line.

“After you told him no? Wow, didn’t realize he was that good in bed.”

Your hands itch to circle his neck and shake but Seungkwan is saved by the very man in question.

“Hate to interrupt but I thought you might want some coffee?”

You turn around, smiling as Dokyeom leans out of the sliding glass door, “Yeah, that sounds great.”

“We aren’t done talking!” Seungkwan calls as you reach the door.

“I am!”

Mingyu apparently retreated to his room after you stepped outside, nowhere to be found in the kitchen or living room beyond the counter.

The isolation makes you nervous which is strange because it’s just Dokyeom. But his words last night over the phone, coupled with Seungkwan’s on the porch twist your guts uncomfortably. 

It’s too late to bail. You can’t claim illness since Dokyeom will fawn over you like some mother hen. Besides, you don’t actually want to leave. You just can’t stand the nagging voice in the back of your head insisting this isn’t what friends do. Even if said friends are having sex. 

“Wanna show me your room?” 

“Sure!” Dokyeom is still cheery, eagerly leading you upstairs and down a maze of hallways. 

The outside of the cabin, while daunting, failed to betray how big it actually is as you pass door after door on your journey.

The room Dokyeom is sharing with Soonyoung is cozy. Two full sized beds with little room for anything else and an en suite the size of a closet. But at least you won’t have to battle it out with anyone else for a bathroom during the next three days. 

Dokyeom was lucky enough to claim the bed closests to the bay windows, framing a pleasant view of the backyard, dock, and sprawling lake. When you step closer, you can spot Seungkwan’s mop of hair as he leans on the edge of the railing that borders the porch; hand animated as the other holds his phone near his mouth.

Turning back to the bed, you spot your bag on the floor at the foot of it. The room is ten degrees hotter when you realize Dokyeom was lying right there as he talked you through an orgasm barely twelve hours ago. You awkwardly shuffle on your feet as you try to find something to say.

Dokyeom seems unperturbed, flopping onto the mattress, arms thrown wide in invitation. A shy grin twists your lips. Hair a mess, and cheeks flushed, Dokyeom looks cute. He’s always cute but navy crew neck and gray sweats transforms him into a cozy dream. The mattress dips under your knee as you crawl to lay next to him.

Settling your head over his heart, arms twining around one another, you feel your own give a peculiar squeeze. It’s truly no different than all the other times you’ve cuddled, albeit those were post-coitous; except it is. Dokyeom told you he wanted you here, that he likes spending time with you, and now he’s squeezing the life out of you as he snags one of your legs to wrap around his waist.

When sleep tickles your nose, pleasantly warm and inviting, you ignore how Dokyeom isn’t your boyfriend. What you have right now is perfect enough.

—

The sweet hum of Dokyeom’s voice lulls you awake, a simple melody you vaguely recognize from his playlist he insists on blasting during your hangouts. Gray light from outside casts the room sullenly dark. Storm clouds, swollen to a near black, eclipse the late afternoon sun. Dokyeom’s neck is the perfect place to escape the unavoidable sounds of the cabin filled with life, eyes firmly shut as you inhale the smell of laundry detergent and pine. 

One of your hands managed to twist under his sweater in your sleep, fisting his thin T-shirt as you attempt to beckon sleep out of hiding and back towards you. A pathetic whine escapes when Dokyeom jostles you in an attempt to find a more comfortable position, only silenced by his lips against your forehead and his stroking your elbow.

“Shhhh,” he coos. “Go back to sleep.”

“What time is it?”

“Like five.”

Lifting back from his neck, you pout. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

A gentle peck to your lips in response leaves you speechless, a soft quirk to his lips as you gape. Collapsing back into his chest you’re left to bask in each other's presence as you take to silently drawing shapes on his stomach, smiling as he giggles from ticklishness. His thumb traces the curves of your hip, digging to the soft flesh of your waist.

A banging on the door makes you both jump out of your skin before Seungkwan’s voice cuts the air. “Come on love birds, dinners ready!”

“If we don’t get up, do you think he’ll go away?” Dokyeom whispers into your hair.

“No.” 

On queue the door flies open, smacking against the wall and rebounding into Seungkwan’s face.

“I said it's time for dinner. Now get your asses up!”

“Go away, Boo!” You demand, chucking a pillow in his direction.

“What happened to respecting your elders?” Dokyeom asks, eyes sharp as he tries to kill the younger man with his eyes.

“When my elder does something respectable, I’ll consider it.” Seungkwan claps. “Now chop chop!” 

The dinner Seungkwan so adamantly demanded your presence at is a huge pot of spaghetti and some loaves of garlic bread. Nothing overly complex but the bustling atmosphere downstairs is nice, comfortable.

Dokyeom introduces you to some of the fraternity members you haven’t met, as well as their dates. Squished between him and Seungkwan at the dining table, you barely engage in conversation. Not that you need to. They both fill the space with their own joking easily enough.

Instead, your mind focuses on the warmth of Dokyeom’s shoulder brushing yours, and how he rests his arm on the back of your chair once he finishes his plate. 

When the mess is cleared away, a few people scurrying off to who knows where, Soonyoung insists on a game of Beerio Kart as dessert. Excited to have a new person to torment, he drags you to the couch before you can object. In a blink, you find yourself wedged between the armrest and Dokyeom as he explains the game.

“The rules are simple my friends! No drinking and driving and you have to finish your drunk before the race ends. If you fail to do so you’ll be publicly shamed.” Soonyoung claps his hands together, the maniacal glint in his eyes a little too intense for such a silly game. 

“And for additional chaos,” Seungkwan adds. “I’ve changed it to blue shells only.” 

“Now may the best driver win!”

“Alright, the first round is Jun, Marci, Sam, and me.”

“This is gonna be a bloodbath.” Someone calls from the other couch.

And it is. Jun uses height to hold Seungkwan’s drink out of the younger man’s reach, resulting in Seungkwan launching himself from the couch in a flying kick. They’re both so occupied with one another they don’t notice the race is long finished and neither of their characters moved past the starting line.

A chorus of boos rises as the race times out, designating them as 11th and 12th place.

“Alright, next is DK, Y/N, Wonwoo, and myself.”

“Can I forfeit?”

Dokyeom turns to you. “You wanna quit already?” 

“Considering my opponents, yes.”

“New rule: no quitting allowed.” Soonyoung interjects.

“You can’t make that a rule!”

“I just did!” 

You respond with a thumbs down, much more effective than the middle finger you want to throw his way.

“It’s okay if you’re scared, Y/N.” Wonwoo taunts from across the room. 

“I’m not scared!”

“That’s exactly what someone who is scared would say!” Soonyoung chimes in.

Dokyeom just shrugs his shoulders when you look at him for assistance. Figures. He’s part of the reason you don’t want to play. He and his roommate rile each other up too much under normal circumstances, let alone when things get competitive and alcohol is involved.

“Fine, let's play!”

Soonyoung divvies out another round of lukewarm beer cans you’re required to drink as Wonwoo picks the track. N64 Rainbow Road because apparently he’s an asshole. The way he reclines back in his seat confirms it.

To avoid the inevitable mess Dokyeom will make in his haste to chug before the race begins, you stand, shuffling closer to the safe zone at the edge of the coffee table. He tugs at the back of your shirt for a second, prompting you to shake your head. 

Dokyeom pouts but stays silent. 

“Alright lady and gentlemen! Start. Your. Engines!”

Cracking open your can the second the countdown begins on screen, you gag at the taste of cheap beer as everyone whoops around you. You manage half the can before you have to stop under the threat of it coming back up. Dokyeom and Soonyoung are still drinking, the later shuffling in place restlessly. Wonwoo hasn’t even opened his beer, focusing on getting as far ahead as he can.

Hopefully Seungkwan’s meddling takes care of him.

The race track is chaos as you press your character forward, occasionally blown off course by a blue shell moving to knock out whoever is in first. Half way through the course, you chance a glance at the other corners of the TV. Soonyoung and Dokyeom have finally started lap one, only for Soonyoung to fly over the edge at the first turn and wait to be rescued. Wonwoo is caught in the mess at the front of the pack, only able to maintain first for a fraction of a second before being sniped by a shell. 

Once you round the third lap, you take your chance. Stopping in a corner of the track to down the rest of your drink, hoping everyone is too engrossed in the events on screen to see you start moving despite still swallowing a mouth full of beer. 

This is when you see Wonwoo make his mistake. He pauses right before the finish line, cracking his can open and nearly choking on the large gulps in his haste. You're gaining quickly, barely a quarter of the last lap remains between your carts. When he finally finishes the can and picks up the controller, you unleash the blue shell you’d been saving. Rosalina goes flying as you sail by, Yoshi claiming fifth place.

“Suck it!” You scream, jumping up and down in victory; joined by Seungkwan who hollers with you as if he won too.

Wonwoo is shell-shocked, literally. He finishes seventh overall, pulling behind another computer character. Soonyoung is on the floor as he and Dokyeom fight for second to last place. The shame goes to Soonyoung as the race times out once again.

When you turn back to the couch you're met with another blinding smile as you drop into his lap. 

“Looooooserrrr,” you taunt as you flick his nose gently.

“Yeah whatever.”

“It’s okay, maybe I can teach you sometime.”

He laughs, squeezing you into his chest. “God, you’re annoying.” 

“It’s so lonely at the top.” You furrow your brow in mock sorrow.

Another race ensues, more chaos and screaming echoing through the living room. The heat of Dokyeom’s chest sinks through the back of your hoodie, strong plains of muscle shaking as he laughs with the group. When Seungkwan and Soonyoung face each other in a rematch you tempt Dokyeom upstairs, kissing behind his ear before leaning back and giving him the “look.”

The “I-want-your-dick-in-my-mouth” look.

Of which he very is familiar.

Dokyeom lurches forward, eager to appease, forgetting you're still in his lap until your weight knocks him back down. Shaking your head you stand and pull him up behind you, moving towards the stairs uninterrupted as Seungkwan and Soonyoung threaten each other's life and limb behind you.

Tacky wood shiplap digs into your spine uncomfortable as Dokyeom crowds you against the wall. His lips ghost along your jaw, hands on either side of your head to prevent him from crushing you. You don’t have the same concern, pulling him closer with the fabric of his sweater. The door to his room is a few feet to your left but the idea of separating for even a second to make it inside is pure agony.

“What does the winner want for her prize?” he whispers, teeth grazing your earlobe.

“Depends.” You sigh, grinding against the bulge of his thigh. 

“On?”

“If my prize is separate from what I get for driving up here.”

Dokyeom nips your chin, dodging your attempt to connect your mouths.

“Depends on what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“I’m gonna do that anyway.”

“I wasn’t done yet.”

He stays silent, teeth bruising the sliver of shoulder peeking out under your collar.

“I want you to fuck me,” cut of with a hiss at his vigor, “and I want to film it.”

Backing out of your neck, Dokyeom blinks at you, mouth wide.

Peeking at him through your eyelashes, you wait for Dokyeom’s brain to restart. His mouth opens and closes, but nothing comes out. Not a rejection or an agreement. Just surprise.

A heaviness curls in your gut. You thought he’d like the idea, especially from his reaction to the pictures you sent last night. And the videos he’s sent over the months you’ve been hooking up. Videos of him jacking off, cumming on his own stomach, your name on his lips. But maybe you assumed too much.

“Ifyoudon’twanttowedon—”

But a scream interrupts your rant as he lifts you by your thighs, ankles locking around the top of his butt and arms tangling around his neck like a koala. You hold on for dear life as he carries you down the hallway.

Palming your ass harshly with one hand, the other scrambles to open the door as he licks up your neck. The door rattles on its hinges as he kicks it shut but the blood rushing through your ears muffles it.

“Yes, yes. Holy shit, yes.” He’s whining into your ear, hips rutting into your core as he lands unceremoniously on the bed, crushing you underneath him.

You’re shocked for a second, woefully unprepared for his enthusiasm. But another harsh rush against you, coupled with his hands pawing up your shirt to palm your chest makes you bold.

Two things you know to be true about Dokyeom: 

First, he has a ragging praise kink. If you tell him he’s a good boy, he can come almost untouched.

Second, he loves the sight of his cum streaking across your body.

He was right to say he’ll enjoy this as much as you will.

“Yeah? Wanna come on my face?”

Another pathetic whine against your neck as he keeps curling his clothed cock against you. All of his weight settles between your hips as drives you to madness.

“Then go lock the door.”

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a/n: first time doing dealer ellie??? pls leave opinions or I'II overthink this also I'm so sorry but I cannot write stone dom for ellie, she's my soft dom :((

Small imagery/ headcannons, on how you met Ellie, how you ignored her at first for being known as a playgirl, and how you ended up together

Dealer Ellie who's actually just a loser lesbian with too much love and money to spend

The party you got dragged to was definitely one of the best you'd attended. The drinks hit you in just the right way, warming your throat but chilling your stomach. The weed felt better to intake, knowing it was cheap since the host paid for most of it. The vibrations of the music filled your body, making the night feel dreamy. You took it light, enjoying every second that was being offered. As the night grew, so did the amount of people. You enjoyed watching who came in, the way they carried themselves and what it said about them. Losing yourself in the music, you turned and opened your eyes to be met with a pair staring right at you. Her stare pierced you in a way you hadn't felt before. You just had to know who she was.

You held eye contact, wondering if it'd be smart to join the auburn headed girl at the spot she stood in. While you overthought the option, you saw her head motion along with her eyes to go her way. Who could deny such a beauty?

As you walked up to her, a smirk grew on her face, seemingly proud of being able to reel you in. You carried your drink in your hand, mixing it around. Finally, at a good enough distance, you heard the first sounds of her rather sweet, raspy voice. "Hey, baby," She said with the pet name rolling off her tongue seductively. Her voice was enough to entice you, even if you typically despised such upfront people.

Not knowing what to address her as, you asked. "Got a name, babe?" returning the petname. You stared at her in interest: She felt like a different approach than others. The way her eyes scanned up from your thighs to your chest to your face was hard to ignore, making you flush some. "Ellie." She bit her lip unconsciously after, god, her lips looked so perfectly plump.

You hummed at her response; it was a pretty name that suited her face. You were admiring her features, from the exposed tattoo on her right arm to the risky amount of unbuttoned buttons on her shirt to the freckles that stained her face. Ellie's following words made you lose your train of thought. "'m not gonna waste your time, you're pretty, babe." She gave you a tilted grin, watching you in amusement. As you processed her words, only a smile was able to make its way on your face. She continued, "I'd like to take you outta here, somewhere nice, got some joints in m' car."

Her boldness was attractive. How could anyone say no to such a pretty face? The temptation to go with her outweighed the screaming that told you to stay. "Interested?" She kept her eyes on you, trying to read your body language anything that'd give a response. You opened your mouth to speak, ready to agree to her alluring personality, but you felt a yank on your arm.

Your friend was pulling you outside, raising her voice at you, warning you about the type of girl Ellie was. Apparently, she was one, a play girl and two, a druge dealer, but that one wasn't as bad, right? She was just too good to be true, huh? You never would' ve continued talking to her if you knew she was just talking to you for a quick fuck.

Despite being a little hesitant to attend parties in case you met Ellie again, you still went. Your friends gave you the whole talk of this and that and to be careful, yet some part of you wanted to run into Ellie again, just once more. She was a reoccurring thought throughout the week up till Friday, the next party that'd been going around. You'd gotten extra dolled up, just in case you told yourself. You wouldn't let yourself fall for her, You'd dress up this nice either way, right? The night was danced away, waiting for a glimpse of auburn hair. With no sign of Ellie, the flow of the music lead you to another girl, dancing with her hands roaming your body freely. You turned your head to face the girl, but it wasn't her that shocked you. It was a familiar face staring right past her shoulder.

The eyes that looked right at you began to sting your skin, it somehow felt like she was shaming you in the most filithiest way. Your body grew warm under her stare as you disconnected yourself from the girl you danced with, heading to the restroom.

Just behind you, a voice spoke before you entered the bathroom. "Where you going, pretty girl?" The name struck you, keeping you in place, not turning back. Feeling doubtful of your control to not interact with her, you quickly escaped into the restroom. She wouldn't wait, right? You scrolled through your timelines, looking through everyone's page, killing time. The line was drawn at eight minutes when you finally got the courage to come out.

The coast looked clear when you opened the door, not seeing anyone from your view; but as you made your way to the end of the hallway, someone tugged your arm back behind the wall. "What the fuck," You said angrily, pausing when you were met with Ellie. You scoffed at her. "Already said I'm not interested." You maintained eye contact, not letting your guard down. "Really?" She tilted her head. "Don't remember you saying that." She gave you a smile with her full lips tinted pink.

She had a point; you never said or thought it, but you couldn't do this fling typa thing. You shook your head at her. "I'm not gonna do this thing with you." She could sense your doubtfullness, so she pulled away a little, giving you the tiniest bit of space. "The rumors aren't true." You considered her words, were they the truth? Her eyes had looked so soft, pulling you into her words. You felt her warmth on your face as she leaned in. "I can treat you good, baby. Give me a chance," She spoke softly next to your ear. You bit your lip, trying to conceal the butterflies her words gave.

Ellie took a note and placed it in your palm, closing it. Before leaving, she examined every inch of your body, where it curved with your clothing to the curls that laid on your head, She smiled to herself, more genuine. "Just in case," She gestered to your hand and left you standing in the hallway. Her phone number was the only thing she left behind, along with a piece of your interest.

Over the weekend, you pondered texting her at all. lf you texted her, what would you even say? Despite the questioning eventually curiosity got the best of you, and a text with, "Hey :)" was all that you saw in the new started chat. It wasn't long before you got a reply. Throughout the week, you continuously texted each other. She wasn't as bad as she seemed. She was cocky but caring and less intimidating; she was just a tough acting dealer with dorky interests. You soon learned her boldness with flirting was a fluke, and she was actually such an easily flustered person. It was sweet to see how gentle she treated you compared to the coldness she showed others.

You ordered a tea, waiting for Ellie to show up to your planned brunch date. It'd been two weeks, and the shared calls and hangouts had successfully won your heart. You had a slight feeling Ellie had something planned, but weren't sure what. You took multiple glances at the window, looking for her recognizable hairdo.

Ellie made it to your table before your drink could, so when the waiter arrived, he jotted down both your orders and left. Ellie looked put together as if she'd spent time overthinking what to wear. It was supposed to be casual, so you'd just put on a favorite outfit of yours. As you examined Ellie, she examined you. "You look pretty." She said in a soft tone of admiration. The compliment brought blood to rush through your cheeks. "You look good too, Ellie." You gave her a soft smile.

When the food came, the time was spent on eating, having conversations on random topics, and slight flirting. You loved the way she made you feel heavenly. You were floating in the sky when she looked at you the way she did. When brunch was done, you asked the waiter for the bill. As you pulled out your card, Ellie gave you the most concerned look. "Uhhmm...what're you doing?" Her tone sounding confused. You gave her an awkward stare. "Uh, I'm paying?" It sounded more like a question than a statement. All that came out from Ellie was a "No." She shook her head. "You're not." She continued. "When I said I could treat you good, I meant it, babe."

She didn't stop staring at you weirdly till you put away your card. You guessed dealers did make good money. After brunch, Ellie took you to a nearby park, sitting you down on a bench. Once both of you were comfortable, she cleared her throat. "I, uhm, I don't usually do these typa things." Instead of looking at you, she was now fiddling with rings on her finger. You just stared at her, unconsciously tilting your head, wondering what she'd say. "I've really enjoyed our time together and wanted to make it more of an official thing." She looked up to face you. "I really like you." Your heart could burst at any moment.

"I really like you too, Ellie," you grabbed her hand to add further conformation to your statement. You swear her eyes lit up a shade. You both basked in the newfound warmth in each other until Ellie gasped. "Oh, here." She clumsily looked through her pockets to pull out a box. "I, uh" She opened the box. "Got us matching jewelry." The box held a necklace and a ring. They were complimented each other so beautifully. The necklace saying E. Williams with a heart on the bottom that marked the date. The ring said the same with your initial and last name with the date on the inside. Your eyes scanned them so carefully as if even looking at then would break it.

"They're beautiful Ellie." You stared at her and the jewelry in awe. "Here, let me help you." You turned and picked up your hair to help her put it on. Her fingers grazed your neck so carefully, it filled you with sparks. When you turned back around, Ellie was looking at it in such amazement. "Your turn." You grabbed the ring from the box carefully and placed it on Ellie's right middle finger. Her hands looked so pretty decorated in rings, especially the one that marked your beginning.

You grabbed Ellie's hand and fiddled with her ring as the sappy moment died down. "And what would you have done if I said no?" You pressed circles on the back of her hand as she rested her head on yours. "What would you have done with the jewelry?" Ellie chuckled and moved up to face you. "I wouldn't have given up on you that easy, loser." You playfully smacked Ellie's thigh. "Really?" Your tone sounding accusing. "Mhmmm," She hummed, smiling. You leaned into Ellie, kissing her lips. That day was a day for every new beginning.

With the rest of the day you spent together, you learned that she had had a dumb crush on you for awhile. Ellie had seen you walking around campus and at so many parties and decided to shoot her shot. She said she feared you wouldn't be into her or whether you preferred masc presenting girls, or if you even liked girls. You also learned that it was a rumor, she never slept with the girls; she never received from them, just gave, or only hung out since they "wanted to know if they were into girls." She'd stopped for awhile though, once she realized her crush on you. She was such a mess, but your mess.

#ellie williams #lesbian #ellie williams x reader #tlou 2 #ellie x reader #elliesstar #tlou ellie #ellie tlou #shes so soft dom #u cannot tell me otherwise #soft dom ellie for life

[ellies-star]

feels good. part 1

pairing. dealer college student! ellie williams x f! reader. 

an. lol attempting to write a lil dealer!ellie fic. aLsO there is no smut in this part sorryyy

synopsis. dina convinces ellie to go to Jesse's frat party, and somehow finds herself smoking with a girl in the back of her truck. (this is purely reader and ellie getting high and then fucking). warnings. 18+. mentions of drugs (nicotine and weed) and alcohol, ellie and reader smoke together, making out, sexual tension and suggestions?

Ellie had been planning out her Friday night all day. She had spent the entire week studying her ass off for exams, working at the coffee shop after classes and managing her side hustle; she was ready for a break. She fumbled with her keys for a moment before bursting through the front door of her shared apartment with a loud sigh of relief.

Her back slumped due to the excessive amount of biology textbooks weighing down her backpack. After finally shrugging it off her shoulders to her wooden floors, she crashed onto the couch with a groan. Her feet ached from standing on them all afternoon, making coffee for buzzing students– who definitely did not need that extra shot of espresso. She kicked off her black converse, sending them flying in different directions, finally settling her feet onto the coffee table in front of her. She sank into the plush cream couch pillows, closing her eyes and letting out another sigh. “Honey I’m home!” She announced to her roommate blow drying her damp hair, and blasting Elephant by Tame Impala in the bathroom.

Dina swung open the door and revealed her dark locks blowing wildly from the dryer. Ellie could barely hear her over the loud sound of blasting air, but she managed to get a “welcome home dearest!” She thought she heard Dina say something else after retreating back to the bathroom, but the words were drowned out by the noise. Ellie shrugged it off, finally getting the chance to close her eyes. However, the moment of peace did not last long.

“Ellie! What are you doing? You can’t sleep!” Dina jumps onto the end of the couch, shaking Ellie’s legs awake. Ellie’s eyebrows furrow and she groans in response. For fucks sake, she thinks to herself.

“Why, so loud! The hell are you talking about, it’s nap time.” Ellie mumbles curling into a ball. Rolling her eyes, Dina lays her chin and arms on Ellie’s hips.

“Ellie we have to leave for Jesse’s party in like an hour, did you forget?” Ellie stays silent for a moment, humming while searching for the lost memory of when she agreed to this shindig. Then she grumbles, cursing her past self for getting into this predicament.

“Shit, yeah I did forget…” Ellie runs a hand down her face. “I don’t know D, I’m fucking exhausted.” Turning around and lifting her chin up to Dina who has moved to retrieve a hairbrush. “I had class from 9 to 3:45, and worked at Java till–” she looks at her watch– “20 minutes ago.” She throws her head back down to the seat cushions.

“I– yeah that’s a lot… I know this week has been brutal for you.” Dina pauses, “You don’t have to go, I just know Jesse was looking forward to seeing us both.” Dina looks down at her brush picking out the hair while leaning against the door frame.

Ellie scoffs at this. “You know I love Jesse, but he just wants me to go and be his plug for the night.” She begins to sit up, leaning her forearms onto her knees.

Dina shrugs her shoulders and purses her lips, “Mmm, yes he did want you to sell at this party, but he also wanted to hangout! Y’know we’re his only friends outside of the frat.” Turning back around to the bathroom to start applying makeup. “Okay, how about this!” She bops her head back out, “It’s 8:30, you can take a nap and I’ll wake you up in 30 minutes. See how you’re feeling, then decide– Deal?”

Ellie ponders the offer, she does believe in the power of, well, a power nap. And a redbull.

“Deal.”

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Ellie pulls up the road to the infamous house of Sigma Omicron Pi (ΣΟΠ). Different colored lights flooded from every window, a sea of drunk UCSC students painted the massive front lawn. The bass of Knock Knock by Mac Miller pouring out of the house’s speakers. She pulls her 1997 Land Cruiser into park a few feet away from the mess. The homes in the neighborhood were separated by at least 50 ft— making the perfect spot for a frat house.

She takes a swig of her half finished red bull, before turning off the engine. Looking to the passenger seat, she watches Dina apply more blush, concealer and whatever that last sparkly thing in a tube was. “D, you look fine. I don’t know why you bother.”

Dina rolls her eyes in response jokingly. “Not everyone can be a chapstick lesbian with perfect skin and lashes like you, Els.”

Ellie scoffs, “Shut up, you look good without makeup. That’s why I don’t think you need it.” She gets out of the car to grab a few dime bags and pre-rolls to shove into her black herschel shoulder bag.

Dina finishes applying some lip gloss and closing the visor mirror. “Yeah I know, but sexy eyeliner and glitter makes me feel good.” She flashes Ellie a grin and wink before opening the car door. “Now let’s go! We’re late, and I’m too sober for this shit!”

Ellie barks a laugh while locking up her car, before following her towards the massive house.

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The two were greeted by red solo cups littering the grass, creating a trail to the porch. They walked past a group of frat boys in the middle of an intense game of pong. Opening the green wooden door, the sheer volume of the music blasted Ellie in the face. The loud sounds shook her chest, the deep bass sending a vibration through her ears down to her ribcage. She could barely hear Dina say to keep an out for Jesse, even though they were only inches apart. The hallway leading to the living room was filled with more people, the two girls having to squeeze past them in zigzags.

Eventually they made it to the massive living room, a dance party occurring in the middle of the floor. There had to be around 50 people in this room alone. It was either sweaty bodies grinding against one another, the excessive amount of liquor in the jungle juice causing them to move loosely, or it was a group of people laughing and shoving one another into the dance circle.

Whatever it was, Ellie didn’t want any part of it. She continued to follow Dina into the kitchen— where they finally spotted Jesse.

She watched as Dina ran up to him, ending whatever conversation he was in the middle of. She kissed him in a rush, then pulled away leaving him beaming.

“Baby, you made it! I was wondering where you were.” Jesse smiles, while holding her close.

“Sorry, I know I know. Ellie needed an extra 15 minutes for her power nap.” Dina giggles, nodding her head in my direction.

He looks up to find Ellie leaning against the counter. “It’s good to see you Els, glad you could make it.” He steps away from Dina to pull Ellie into a hug.

“Yeah man, wouldn’t miss it.” She chuckles, letting go of his hand to adjust the strap of her bag. He eyes her movements, then remembers why he invited her.

“Did you uh, did you bring anything to sell by chance?” He dips his chin low and brings his face closer for Ellie to hear better over the loud music and conversations.

She nods, throwing her thumb over her shoulder. “Got a few dime bags and pre-rolls in here, got extra in the car too if ya need ‘em.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“Sweet, there’s a group outside in the back and then in a room upstairs that were looking to buy. Sure you won’t run out any time soon.” He gives her another nod while slinging an arm around Dina. “Anyway, I was about to grab another drink— shall we?” He motions towards the open back door.

“Let’s go! I need a seltzer, asap.” Dina squeals while walking through the crowd of people.

The fresh air felt good against Ellie’s face. Even though they hadn’t been inside the house long, it set her body into a heat wave underneath her hoodie and black jeans. Jesse had grabbed Dina and him a new drink, then led Ellie to a group of people smoking cigarettes and sitting along the white fence.

“Yo Jesse, what’s good!” One of the boys leans off the ledge to greet him.

“Hey Josh, this is Ellie. She’s selling right now, if you’re still looking to buy.”

Josh looks over at Ellie with a goofy grin. He takes a drag before handing it to a girl on his left. “Yeah man! What’chu got?” His breath was hot, filled with the scent of tobacco and Mezcal.

“Wedding Cake and Blue dream in dime bags, and a few hybrid pre-rolls.” Ellie removes her hands from her pockets to open her crossbody bag. She lets the group look at a few samples.

“Shit, that sounds great. How much for the Wedding Cake and a joint?” The boy asks, while analyzing the work of her pre-rolls.

“Bags $15 and joints $5.”

“Sold.”

And just like that, Ellie went throughout the first two hours dealing left and right. Somehow, she found herself a cigarette and two beers in, with only a joint left in her bag. She had lost Dina and Jesse to the backyard after a game of rage cage at some point. Party games weren’t really her thing, she typically likes to be a fly on the wall— find a space to chill and smoke for a little bit, before Dina was ready to go home.

Which is exactly what Ellie planned to do.

The inside of the house was too loud, and the backyard was packed— as a frat party should be. Ellie didn’t know anyone else besides Dina and Jesse here, and she wasn’t really in the mood to mingle. As her Red Bull began to wear off, she remembered the front porch. She recalled it had a swing, and by this point most people had fled to the inside where there was dancing and more alcohol.

She opened the front door, the cool night air greeting her. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath in, the smell of mixed smoke and cedar filled her nose. And when she exhaled, the door closed, and the obnoxious noise of house music faded— just a little.

However, her moment of peace was startled by the squeak of the porch swing. She jumped and stumbled slightly as she looked to her left; there sat a girl she hadn’t seen before— and Ellie would’ve remembered if she saw her, because she was stunning.

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You bore a cider in hand, leaning back into the wooden swing with a puzzled look on your face.

Shit… she’s pretty, Ellie thought to herself.

Your hair poured over your bare shoulders, keeping you warm from the brisk air. You sat crossed legged, in worn-out denim jeans and a loose olive green tank top.

Ellie’s hazy eyes trailed the goosebumps that arose on your tanned arms, all the way to your chest. You were braless, hard nipples poking through the thin cotton of your tank top.

“Anyone ever tell you that staring is rude?” You spoke. Self consciously you drew your knees up to your chest and took another swig from your cider.

Ellie lifted her gaze immediately and locked eyes with you, her cheeks burned crimson from embarrassment. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts, “Sorry, didn’t realize someone was already out here, uh I’ll just–” Ellie mumbled the last bit of her words, ready to turn on her heels and kick herself once she was back inside for the obvious ogling. You just chuckled in response.

“I’m messing with you– sort of. What’s your name?” A playful smile began to appear on your lips, they were the color of rose. Ellie made a mental note of how soft they looked pressed against the lip of your bottle. All Ellie could think was how she wishes they were pressed against–

“It’s uh… Ellie! It’s Ellie…” Jesus fucking christ did I seriously almost forget my own name?

You couldn’t help but giggle at her nervousness. “Well, uh Ellie, I’m Y/N. Wanna join me?” You patted the spot next to you on the wooden swing, and Ellie’s heart fluttered.

“Sure.” She shrugged her shoulders, trying to act nonchalant, despite the the intense pounding in her chest and twisted feeling in her stomach.

You shifted slightly in attempt to make more room for the blushing girl. She plopped softly onto the bench next to you, trying to make herself small. She still managed to brush your arm with her own. The short contact made you shiver.

“So, what brings you here? To the party I mean— pretty obvious you came outside to escape the mess in there.” You took another swig.

You watched as she turned her head away from you, and then it was your turn to stare. Ellie looked forward, showing off her delicate side profile, but strong jawline. Her lashes were long, and freckles painted her cheeks and nose like a map. You could see the gears turning in her head, she was debating something before looking back at you. You were mesmerized, her green eyes were the color of sunlight filtering through trees.

“I know Jesse, he’s a guy from the frat—” Ellie paused to swing her bag into her lap to pull out a plastic one, “—he asked me to deal for the party.” She unzipped the baggy and fished for the preroll. “You smoke?” A small smile appeared on her lips when you nodded your head ‘yes’.

“ah gotcha, plug for the evening. were you just selling joints?”

“Nope, dime bags too. Everything went pretty quick thankfully.” She patted her pockets looking for something. “Shit I forgot my lighter in the car.” She began to stand up when she noticed you shiver again as a breeze came through. “we could uh, smoke this in my car if you want? I have blankets in there too.” She rubbed the back of her neck, afraid that was too forward after you spoke for literally less than 2 minutes.

but it wasn’t too forward, in fact, you’d rather get as far away from this house as possible and be with this random girl you just met with short brown hair and a goofy grin.

“That sounds good to me, it’s cold as hell out here.” You couldn’t help but smile at one another.

“Sweet, I’m just down the road.” Ellie readjusts her bag and pops the joint behind her ear, watching you down the last bit of your cider.

You finally leave the trash covered lawn and spot a large car in the distance. “What kind of car you drive?” You ask crossing your arms to bite the cold.

Ellie chuckles. “It’s a land cruiser, I don’t know if you know it— they’re not the coolest car.”

“What? Of course I know it! That used to be my dream car next to a 4Runner!” You beam, getting more excited the closer you approach the green SUV.

“Seriously? Can’t believe I met the only girl at this party who knows about these things.” At this point, Ellie’s stomach is doing flips and you were the ring master.

You whistle when you pull up, impressed by the state of the car, despite it being an old model. “You must take good care of it, she looks good. what is it— 95’?”

Ellie blinks at you in aw while unlocking the car— “97’.” Did she just win the lottery?

“Hot.” You smirk while getting into the passenger seat. Even though it was joke, it made Ellie’s legs buckle.

You slide onto the soft leather of the seat. Looking around, you know this girl is a lesbian. The console had been replaced by something more modern, and when Ellie turned the car on, it hummed to life making it softly fade into interchanging rainbow colors. In addition to the gay radio, a tash sultana cd laid in the cup holders, next to a mug with boobs on it.

“God it’s gay in here.” You laughed, bringing a knee up onto the seat.

Ellie rolled her eyes, “well it’s probably because I’m gay.”

Ellie’s phone reconnected to the Bluetooth, and she quickly found a playlist. Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood began to play by she turned the volume.

“Wow really, I couldn’t tell.” You smirked earning a raised eyebrow from the brunette who was already lighting the joint.

She took a few puffs, breathing in, and slowly breathing out before handing it off to you. “takes one to know one…” She spoke, more as a question than a statement.

You took the joint between your fingers, brushing hers in the process. It sent tingles all the way up your arm. You brought it up to your lips to repeat her actions. A few drags in, letting the smoke slowly slip past your lips. “this is true.” You chuckled looking over at her.

Ellie’s eyes followed your every move, the way your fingers delicately held onto the joint, and the way your lips looked wrapped around the filter. There it was again, that thought about how your lips would look really good on-

“Earth to Ellie?” You waved your free hand to signal her back to reality. She locked eyes with you again. Even though it was dark, you could see a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks in the dim red lighting from her radio.

“Oh sorry, thanks.” Another long drag. “So how did you end up at the party?” She ques, taking one more hit before handing it off to you.

The joint was shorter, and you brushed fingers again. You liked how rough the pads of her fingers were. Now it was your time to blush, nearly dropping the joint in the process. You took a moment after your hit to think about your answer.

“Well, a girl invited me, and then I found her making out with someone else.” You blew out the smoke almost releasing your frustrations from earlier. “a guy from the frat, actually.”

Ellie winced at your response. “Damn, that’s rough I’m sorry.” A wave of emotions went through her, anger— because how could someone stand you up? But also relief— knowing that you weren’t going home with anyone gave her hope. “Bummer you didn’t get to make out with anyone, a real shame.” She joked, the weed making the two of you laugh.

“Truly! I mean the whole point of coming out here was to get laid.”

You both chuckled. You felt all ooey gooey from your chest down to your stomach. The effects of the joint, and the bass from the car, made your body melt into the seat cushions. You closed your eyes and hummed into satisfaction.

But Ellie, Ellie was more tense than ever. She watched as one of your legs came up onto the seat to make yourself more comfortable, your knee reaching outward onto the middle console closer to Ellie’s own leg. The other one casually spread out against the door. You looked so damn hot like that, and her thoughts began to drift.

She wondered what it would be like to softly rub the inside of your thigh. To lean over and leave a trail of kisses along your neck and jaw. What kind of noises you’d make if she could have her way with you in that passenger seat.

And when you opened your eyes, they locked with Ellie’s— a dark shade of moss and pine. Your eyes felt heavy, but you couldn’t seem to look away. But Ellie’s eyes began to travel, all over your body. Your face began to heat up, you wanted to know what she was thinking about, but you had a good idea. You could feel the way her eyes undressed you, and it made the feeling in your stomach even hotter, now pooling into your underwear.

You noticed the joint was coming to an end, and you had a thought. You reached over for her hand, which caused her to shake from her perverted thoughts.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize I was holding onto—“

You didn’t let her finish before you brought the short joint, still stuck between her worn fingers, to your soft lips. They were pressed gently against her pointer and middle finger. Her breath hitched, and she looked at you with pure admiration. She licked her lips before bringing her bottom one between her teeth, and letting her thumb rest against your jaw, softly stroking your cheek.

You pulled away a few seconds before gently pulling on her arm again, this time you leaned in as well. Your eyes were still heavy, but you were able to make contact with hers one more time before glancing down to her rosey lips. Your faces only inches apart.

“What are you—“ she began to question before you cupped her left cheek and brought your lips to hers. It was the slowest and softest touch, your lips felt light.

Despite Ellie’s high and sex driven brain, she could register what was happening, you were trying to shotgun. She lifted her other hand to hold the place between your neck and jaw, and gently sucked the smoke when you blew it into her mouth.

You pulled away to try and catch your breath. Your nose brushed hers as you pulled back slightly to watch Ellie exhale, but her hand never left your neck. It all felt like a dream, the way the smoke slipped past her lips as she tilted her head back slightly so it went up and not in your face. The sight of her left another warm wave between your legs. You could still feel her lips on your own, the tingling feeling dancing on your bottom lip. You wanted more. And she did too.

She didn’t hesitate to put the rest of the joint out and discard it in her ashtray before bringing her face back to yours. She brushed her nose against your own letting you know how close she was.

“Still thinking about how I never got the chance to make out with anyone.” You mumbled into her, causing her to chuckle.

“Y’know I think we can change that.” She smiles before drifting her lips to the side of your cheek, pressing a soft kiss, and dragging them to your jaw and neck. You tilt your head to the side to offer more access, softly humming in response.

“And if your whole plan was to come out here and get laid, we could make that happen too.”

You have to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning. She knew what she was doing, saying that in her sexiest voice. Letting her hand slowly slide up even further into your inner thigh, softly squeezing it. So close to where you need her the most.

“Fuck Ellie get in the back, now.”

#ellie williams #ellie x fem!reader #ellie tlou #the last of us #abby and ellie #dina tlou #abby anderson #lesbian #abby x fem!reader #i’m so gay #jesse tlou #abby tlou #i love women #ellie x dina #sapphic romance #sapphic #the last of us part two #tlou #dina nolastname #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #abby the last of us

[trippy-thot]

could you do more yandere robin? <33

Disclaimer: This post is a semi-nsfw fic with an aged up character. If you don’t like it, leave.

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Yandereish Robin Arellano Minific

(Reader is 17, Robin is 18)

(Tw: drugs, stalking,cheating, manipulation, oral sex (m receiving.)

Remember how I said you rejected him in middle school?

You kept rejecting him till your junior year of high school.

That was because you had the hugest crush on Vance hopper. It got even worse for Robin when the two of you started dating.

I mean, c’mon. You seriously rejected him for that guy? Downgrade. It was a bit more difficult for him too. He had such a hard grasp on you, until you got with him.

Eventually you spent all your time with Vance and none with him. Obviously, robin wouldn’t let that slide.

He began to stalk you. Watching your every move. Where you went, what times you went to places. Especially when you were with Vance.

He picked up a routine you had.

Every Friday night, Vance would take you to the local diner. Afterwards, you’d go to an arcade to see if he could beat his high score on a pinball machine.

Tonight, he’d made other plans for you.

Robin had told some elaborate lie to Finney, Donna,& griffin about Vance, leading them to believe he cheated on you.

So when you were leaving your little hangout with them, talking about how you were gonna go get ready for your date; they all stopped and stared.

“Didn’t he chest on you with Leslie?” Robin asked.

You gave him a ‘shut the fuck up, we all know you’re Kidding look’ but the others weren’t buying it.

When the rest of your friends butted in, that was all the proof you needed to confirm your suspicions.

You ran to robin’s bathroom, sitting on the toilet and crying your eyes out.

After a while, robin opened the door and came in to tell you the others had left. He asked if you were ok, but you didn’t say anything.

Soon, he got you out of the bathroom and told you to go wait in his room while he grabbed some stuff to help calm you down some more.

The stuff in question was weed.

You hesitated, telling him you didn’t want to, but the small smirk and slight touches he was giving you made you cave.

He really didn’t expect you to be such a lightweight. Truly he didn’t.

You ranted about Vance and how you thought he loved you.

Robin sat next to you, tracing small shapes into your thighs as he pretended like this wasn’t apart of his plan all along.

The final straw was when you leaned in to kiss him.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss back,smiling into your lips as his plan came into play.

It quickly escalated to you being the more touchy one. Whining at every brush of him against you and not wanting to let go.

He took advantage of your vulnerability.

“Y’know, I can make you feel a lot better..”

You gave him a confused look as he began to unbuckled his jeans.

“But you gotta help me out first ‘mk?” The tone of his voice was dumbing you down. He knew you wouldn’t understand what he was saying as long as he showed you how to do whatever he-

The quiet sounds of Robin’s grunts could be hurt faintly if you were walking down his hallway.

That’s exactly what Vance was doing.

“Hey, Arellano. Heard you were with my girl. The hell are you on-“

Vance froze in Robin’s doorway, in shock.

There his girl was! Giving head to someone who wasn’t her boyfriend.

You were to busy to hear him, so you didn’t bother to stop. Robin looked up from tangling his hands in your hair to find him standing there.

He smirked, putting his finger over his lips as if to shush Vance.

You only took notice of anything else going on when you heard the bedroom door slam, hazily asking Robin who it was. He just stroked your hair, gently pushing your head back down.

#robin arellano #the black phone #robin arellano x reader #the black phone x reader #tbp #robin x Reader #hcs #Headcanons #yandere #Yandere Robin arellano

[hotluncheddie]

breakfast.

ok, i've decided my late night freak shit needs its own dedicated post, so here we go! i put on my big boy pants and wrote a real stuffing scene!!

wc: 3.6k | rated: E | tags: getting together, belly kink, stuffing, feedee eddie munson, feeder steve harrington, semi public sex (in eddies van) | Ao3.

based off this anon and subsequent tags by @scoops-aboy86 <3

condensed ver: when the older kids meet up to hang out, during college, eddie stuffs himself with beer and food and weed (perfect, normal for him). steve notices and steve likes it, so he brings eddie breakfast in his car the morning after. read here a little eddie background and the subsequent morning after.

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he figured it out once he got to college and had access to his all you can eat pass for the food hall. in addition to becoming know to always having weed, could usually sell you a little, has the good stuff. that got him invited to parties, hang-outs with other stoners, who just wanted to repay his hospitality, usually with beer, and food. who was eddie to say no? and he just didn't think much about it, how much he liked drinking and smoking and eating till he couldn't move. he just knew he did. so he did it, every weekend, every friday night. sometimes on a wednesday. sometimes he didn't drink, just smoked and ate, sometimes he didn't drink or smoke. some nights, alone in his dorm room. eddie just fucking ate.

so when he heard the plan to hang out, just the older kids, all back in hawkins for break, he knew it could be a normal night for him, giving in and eating like a pig (that word makes him blush, his dirty little secret). and then he was a little disappointed that no one said anything, about him, how he looked now, the rate at which he was chugging beers and pounding burgers. a comment might've been a little embarrassing. he might've want it to be, he thinks he might like that.

he thinks he sees steve staring. noticing when eddies beer was empty, or when he'd finishes another container of food. offering the rest of his, the last of the fries, whatever was left. cracking him a fresh can unprompted. eddie noticed steve notice those things. and eddie fucking loved it. loves the feeling of letting go and loosing control in front of everyone, in front of steve. likes the now familiar feeling of his full stomach weighing him down, making him slow and satiated, surrounded by good friends. its perfect.

but when he finally gets away for the night, sleepy and almost the perfect level of full, almost at capacity, finally letting his belly fully hang and release completely, gasping for breath. its almost enough, almost perfect, can almost feel himself growing, the way he loves. but it isn't quite right - even with the snack cakes he powers through, and the warm beer he finds buried amongst the blankets. even with his shirt rolling up every time he shifts and his jeans needing to come off because they were suffocatingly hot on his thighs. its still not quiet enough. still not what he dreams of. he wants someone here with him (doesn't let himself want for steve, (but sometimes he can't help it)). to help him finish and get him more, open his beers for him and rub his belly while he eats. or feed him because he's tired and can only summon the energy to chew.

to tell his how big he looks now, how much hes changed, looks different, looks fat.

instead he's alone, drunk and high and full and it feels good, feels nice to wrap the blanket around himself and fall asleep cradling his stomach, feels nice, his new normal. but it's not quite perfect. not quite enough.

-

the knocking on the van rouses eddie with a start, he groans and pulls the blanket over his head. hiccuping a few times and scratching his stomach, it's still bloated and warm on the sheets next to him, falling out if his t-shirt, tender.

the knocking comes again and he calls out something he thinks resembles words and hears whoever's outside laugh. its the pretty, perfect laugh that kept pulling his gaze last night. steve.

eddie sits with a grunt, a little dizzy and hungover, but not so bad, just, fuzzy. he opens the back door and squints against the light. grins up at steve standing there looking perfect and casual and, can he smell food?

'breakfast?' steve asks, holding up bags from the diner, handing eddie a bottle of water... eddie must still be asleep.

he opens the door wider, motioning steve in. he kneels and gulps down the water in one long go. arching his back and quenching his cotton mouth. likes how the water feels in his stomach, not the same as beer but its nice to get something in there.

'ahh!' eddie finishes, squashing the bottle and tossing it aside, one hand resting on the shelf of his stomach, prodding slightly. he's not hungry per say, but he's definitely not full anymore.

steve had shut the door and taken his shoes off, eddie likes that he's made himself comfortable. he sits cross legged against the opposite wall of the van. his mouth is open and his eyes are staring at eddie. they're staring at eddies stomach, but he's not saying anything.

eddie wants him to say something. he needs it.

but he wants steve to make the first move.

he pulls at his shirt, so it covers him as far and it will go, which isn't all the way, not after last night, and he doesn't say anything about it. instead. 'you said something about breakfast?'

steve jumps a little and starts opening the bags, spreading the containers out over the blankets. 'ye-yeah. i got a few different things, didn't know if you were and sweet or savoury breakfast guy. but i thought we could just share.' steve hands eddie the plastic utensils and some napkins, not looking at him directly, just fussing with the food.

a few is an understatement, this is a lot of food. sweet pancake stacks, eggs and sausage, hash browns and donuts, waffles with whipped cream and berries. and like, a lot of bacon.

eddie takes a piece, its crunchy and salty and so so good, his groans slightly and sits back down, getting comfortable. steve hands him a coffee and eddie dumps creamer and sugar in until it's perfect. he takes a sip and shudders.

'cheers' steve holds up his own coffee, black, like a freak, and eddie smiles at him, tapping their cups.

'thanks steve, this is like, the most perfect way to wake up.' eddie smiles, pulling one of the pancake stacks towards himself and dunking his bacon in the syrup.

steve ducks his head, smiling and moves some bits around, making himself a container with a little of everything. but it barely makes a dent in the overall spread. they both dig in.

they talk about school, about Wayne and dustin and how fun last night was. steve talks about robin and their classes, professors he likes, some he hates. eddie listens and asks more, so glad steve is learning something he loves.

all the while they talk eddie is steadily making his way through waffles and bacon and everything else that's in front of him. he chugs another water. makes sure, for the second time that steve has had his fill. he's sitting back against the wall again, his portion empty, just sipping his coffee. he had accepted an extra half of a pancake but other than that, the rest is for eddie.

and eddie was right, when he thought it was a lot of food. it is. and it all tastes amazing.

but he's slowing down, feels where his stomach rests warm between his crossed legs, knows his shirt is struggling again, has a couple syrup and ketchup stains on it. eddie palms at the side a little, smooths over the crest, pulls at his shirt just to feels it slip back up. fills his mouth again.

there's just a few bits left, some waffles and greasy sausage hash and a couple donuts. eddie sits back on his palms and closes his eyes, trying to take a deep breath but struggling around how his stomach has started to press on his lungs slightly. he's almost there, that perfect fullness. just a little uncomfortable, a little too much, perfect.

'scoot back' steve murmurs gently, now right by eddies side. eddie opens his eyes sleepily and looks up at steve, he's holding the remaining food all stacked together in one container, fork sticking out the top. eddie smiles dopily up at him.

eddie manages to sit back against the vans wall without jostling himself too much, puts his pillow behind his back to lean against. he takes a moment to readjust his belly, feeling where the skin is taught and firm and warm with food, lifting it to feel the weight, laying it back down gently in his lap.

his head lols to the side, looking at steve kneeling over him. his cheeks are pink and hes gripping the container of food like a lifeline. 'here' he rasps, handing it over to eddie and curling up right next to him, they're almost touching, steve's looking right at him.

'thanks' eddie says, groggy, biting into a donut, moaning a little and closing his eyes. he doesn't care anymore what steve thinks, he feels too good. so full.

'so which is it?' steve asks, tucking some of eddies hair behind his ear.

eddie looks at him, furrowing his eyebrows and swallowing down the rest of the donut he'd just shoved in there. 'what?'

'are you a sweet or savoury kind of breakfast guy?' and eddie snorts, laughing around a bite of bacon.

'i'm an anything kind of breakfast guy.' eddie says, moving the container to one hand so he can rub and press at his stomach again, make some room, release some pressure. he gets powdered sugar from the donut on his shirt, he sucks it off his fingers and resumes petting and playing with his belly. maybe he's still a little high because he doesn't give a shit that steve is seeing him like this.

he takes a big bite of waffle, then another and another, finishing it off. he chews and swallows. 'but i do love sweet things stevie.' he confesses, because he does. he's always had a sweet tooth, can't help finishing any night without a desert, no matter how much he's had.

'you like this.' steve says, almost to himself, almost like he didn't mean to. eddie looks at him, steve clamps his mouth shut.

'like what?' eddie probes, heart rate increasing. he tries to sit up a little straighter but the moment makes him wince, too stuffed. he closes his eyes and puts his hand back on the top of his belly, can almost feel his heartbeat though the stretched out skin.

a big, solid, warm hand covers his and eddie opens his eyes. steve is sitting on his knees, looking at their joined hands on his stomach. 'this.' he rasps. 'you like this, having this, eating like this.' and then Steve starts moving his hand, light sweeping circles over the top of eddies belly. and it feels so good, lights eddie up. no ones ever touched him like this, it's like all his fantasies come true.

'yeah, yes.' eddie gasps. 'like it, like all of it.' he moans as steve pressed slightly, testing the give. 'was waiting for someone to notice, say something last night. wanted you to notice.' eddie pants, babbling and a little delirious over how good it all feels.

'i noticed eddie, always notice you. i've, fuck, never been able to take my eyes of you. even in high school.' steve confesses, laughing a little, sounds delirious too. 'but this, you, you now. god eddie. you're something else.' and steve is looking at him, awed and smiling so sweet. eddie can't believe it, he must still be dreaming.

'kiss me?' eddie pleads, feeling overwhelmed and bursting with joy.

steve leans in, pressing their lips together for a sweet kiss, tangling their fingers together over the shelf of eddies stomach. he pulls back, brushing eddies bangs away form his eyes and cradling his cheek, his smile is perfect, it's everything.

steve comes back close and the next kiss is deeper, more desperate, eddie moans and steve licks over his lips, into his mouth, exploring. eddie kisses back, not able to move much but he squeezes their joined hands, sucking and biting and tasting all of steve that he can.

eddie wants to kiss steve forever but his breath runs out quicker than he would like. he pulls away panting and gulping as much air as he can. 'fuck, sorry, give me a minute.' eddie gets out.

steve is a little breathless too, stroking eddies cheek and laughing lightly. 'we can kiss as much as you want ed's.' steve kisses eddies hand. 'but not right now.' and eddie whips his head to look at him. steve smile is playful but his eyes are dark.

'why not?' eddie asks, a little whine in his voice that he would be embarrassed about if it weren't for how it makes steves smile grow even more.

'because.' steve stars, moving to kneel between eddies thighs, nudging them wider to get right up close to eddies stomach. 'you.' he picks up the container that eddie had dropped at his side, distracted by something much taster. 'need to finish your breakfast.' and steve plops the food down on the crest of his belly.

eddie gasps at the contact, the implication, the way the container isn't even that far off balancing on its own without support. he honest to god almost cums right there. too many late night fantasies coming true at once.

'fuck stevie.' he whines, picking up the fork and shoving the last of the hashbrown in his mouth, along with the last of the sausage, both a little cold but still salty and delicious.

'thats it.' steve soothes. 'i know you want to, know you can do it ed's.' and steve lifts up eddies shirt, unwrapping his belly fully, all its scarred, stretch-marked glory. 'i mean, fuck, you obviously can, look at you.' steve puts his big hands on either side of eddies wide stomach, pressing and rubbing and eddie's going to loose it.

he puts the last of the savoury bits in his mouth, just one waffle left, swimming in syrup. 'te-tell me.' eddie slurs, trying to chew and talk and breathe a the same time.

'tell you what baby?' steve ask and eddie honest to god whimpers, thinks he could cry, its all so much.

he puts the container close to his face, taking a few quick bites of waffle, chewing and swallowing and barely even tasting anything. 'tell me how, how i look stevie, tell me.' and he takes a few more bites, the waffle half gone. he picks it up, uncaring that is makes his hand all sticky, he wants the container gone, wants to see steve better, watch him move his hands over eddie, watch eddie finish.

'eddie, baby,' steve says, hand still on him, leaning in close. eddies eyes roll back in his head and he shoves more waffle in his mouth, syrup dripping down his chin. 'you look fucking huge.' and steve licks the syrup away.

eddie moans, panting and chewing the last of the waffle, finally done, finally full. his eyes wide and desperate, locked on steve, on his face and his lips and his perfect fucking eyes.

steves hands move down past his bellybutton, grabbing onto the give of his underbelly, hefting it up and squeezing. he moves in closer, taking eddies syrupy fingers into his mouth and sucking. steves knee shifts forward and nudges against eddie groin, against his balls and his aching fucking cock.

eddie cums, wailing and overwhelmed by all the sensory input. vision spotting and mind blanking and he's so fucking full. steve is holding his belly and sucking his fingers and eddies never cum so hard in his life.

'oh, oh my god, eddie, baby, did you just?' steve is asking, babbling, kissing eddies face and still holding his belly, like he's forgotten, somehow, like it isn't actually pretty heavy. 'you're fucking amazing you know that? amazing, so good, so fucking hot eddie.' and he's grinding slightly, his hard cock against eddies hard stomach, jeans against too hot skin.

''tevei.' eddie slurs, still hazy from his orgasm and the, so many, portions of breakfast he just had. pawing at steves fly with his spitty hand.

steve scrambles to undo the fly, sort of dropping eddies belly and he groans, cradling it and squirming.

'fuck, sorry, m'sorry baby.' steve pants, stopping to kiss eddies face and pet over the swell. eddies smiles, he's so cute, taking care of him.

's'okay.' eddie kisses steve back when he can. steve leaving desperate little kisses all over; cheeks and nose and lips and neck and right back to the start again. 'wanna, wanna see your cock stevie please.' eddie whines, relishing in how it makes steve groan. he's so much fun, he's perfect.

steve undoes his fly finally, pulling his jeans and boxers down his thighs. his cock springing free, pink and wet and so fucking pretty eddie almost gets hard again. he wants it inside him, but that's for another day, when he's not full to bursting, or, no, for when he's in proper bed, yeah.

'this okay?' steve asks, grinding into eddies belly, arms either side of eddies head, caging him in.

eddie grunts, shifting as much as he can so he can touch it, hold it against his belly and give steve a little pocket to fuck in and out of. it's a little uncomfortable but the noise steve makes when he slides out and in again, rubbing pre all over, it's worth it. it's everything.

steves thrusts get sloppy quick, biting his lip and making these punched out whines. 'so pretty baby, so hot, love your belly so much.' steve pants, looking down at eddie, watching his cock fuck in and out, closing his eyes like it's all too much before opening them again.

'feels so good, so good stevie.' eddie whines again, lost in watching steve in ecstasy. 'want your cum, cum on my belly baby please.' and steve tenses, moaning and spasming and releasing all over eddies hand and stomach. eddie moans with him, the sight burned into his brain, never to be forgotten.

steve's panting hard, smooths his hair off his face and looks at the mess he made, mouth open again like when he first got in the van. 'shit.' he whispers, looking at eddie face with awe. he leans in and licks into eddies mouth, kissing and kissing and kissing him.

eddie lets him, laughing a little into the kiss. but then he feels the mess start to cool on his belly, in his underwear, he shifts and whines in discomfort. staring to feel sleepy and sticky and like he needs to lay down.

steve must read his mind because he pulls away and comes back with napkins, cleaning eddies belly and inside his boxers as best he can. even wetting them with some water to get off any bits that have started drying, handing the rest of the bottle for eddie to take sips of.

'think there's, uh, spares in that pile.' eddie motions to the little pile of clothes behind the drivers seat, collected from sleeping here after gigs, over the years, and too much food, in recent years.

steve kisses him again and goes to root around. eddie moves to sit up properly as best he can. pulling his ruined t-shirt off as well and tossing it at the pile of containers stacked in the corner. he really should tidy up in here.

steve comes back and helps eddie lay down, getting him situated on the thin mattress and the pillow back under his head. he peels off eddies underwear and they go with the t-shirt. fresh pair getting pulled on with kisses over his thighs, down to his knees and even one on the soft skin of his ankle. eddie laughs, staring up at steve in amazement. looking down at his belly in amazement, how it rises and falls in a pale dome above him, moving with each of his still shallow breaths.

steve places a delicate hand on him, soothing circles over the surface again. 'comfortable?' he asks, like he really really cares and eddies heart swells, feels like he could cry or something, the vunerability of the whole thing washing over him. steve saw everything, knows so much more about him now. 'you okay?' steve asks, laying down beside him propped up on his elbow. he strokes eddies cheek.

eddie holds steve hand at his face, squeezing it and then kissing his palm. 'yeah.' he answers wetly. 'just, that was amazing and i. don't, i. please tell me that wasn't a one time thing.' eddie feels his eyes well and he sniffs.

'baby.' and steve sounds wounded. eddie sniffs again. 'that was definitely not a one time thing. i don't think there's any way you could get rid of me now eddie munson.' and steve kisses him so sweetly, so gently, so full of care and feeling and eddie is a goner. a couple tears slip out and slide into his hair. hes so happy.

steve pulls away eventually, smiling down at him, dipping down to leave a kiss on eddies full stomach. eddie grins, yawning so big his jaw cracks. 'have a nap, yeah? i'll be here the you wake up and we can talk more.' and eddie nods, managing to tun onto his side with a grunt, pulling the blanket over the two of them. steve puts his hand on eddie stomach where it rests between them, scooting in as close as he can, and eddie relaxes, sighing into it, letting sleep take him. exited to wake up and spend the day with steve. wonders vaguely, what they'll have for dinner.

#ya this just arrived in my brain at like 3am #i was in goblin mode sorry guys #but its good its good #just read the tags please #and let me be <3 #hotlunch #steddie wg #chubby eddie munson #stuffing #weight gain story

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Rewatching One Piece

With Egghead Arc coming out, Miles and Ganke decided to rewatch One Piece. They had made a serious commitment to binge watch on Friday. This means these two cute nerds had to make sure their own busy schedule is at hand.

Miles had told his friends and boyfriend during their lunch time, "Wait, so you're going to be with Ganke most of the time over this anime?" Gwen asked.

Hobie didn't like this one bit, he couldn't help but be jealous. His sweet Sunflower cuddling with his best friend under a blanket while watching a long ass anime. Nope, he can't handle it still. It's hard to not let his jealousy get the best of him, but seeing Ganke, a success Computer Nerd with so much worth... his insecurities is getting the best of him.

"Not just any anime. It's ONE PIECE!" Pavtri said happily, "Me and Gaytari started watching it when we saw our Live Action one!"

"Yeah, me and Ganke binge watch that one! Caught up with the manga, too! So, we decided to rewatch it all for fun and refresh our One Piece knowledge. Egghead Arc is coming up." Miles happily said unaware of his boyfriend's facial expression.

"How many episodes are there?" Gwen asked being so out of touch with anime. It was never her thing.

"Over a thousand!"

"Holy shit, dude. How- That means you and Ganke are gonna spend a lot of more time, huh?" The blond Spider-woman glances at Hobie tensed up having to awkwardly sit up on his seat.

"Yeah, but it's not that bad." The twenty three year old grins widely, "Anyway, I can't wait for me and Ganke to spend some time. Been a minute since we actually got to hang out." Even though, they're roommates in an apartment, they hardly see each other. When they do it's mostly Spider-man stuff.

"Awe, that's so cute. You and your bestie!" Pavtri giggles, "So ya'll gonna make out."

Hobie awkwardly sat up again giving a grunt. Miles snorted as he slurp his soda through a straw, "Nah, we don't do that no more!" He chuckles.

"Hahaha, that's crazy when you and Ganke would always pretend to be boyfriends back in the day! Ya'll just kiss whenever you saw each other. Like 'Hey, bae' MWAH!" Gwen laughs out loud at the memory.

When Miles and Ganke went to parties during their teenage years, they always pretended to be a couple. Or they try to kiss in front of weird creeps so they get the idea to leave them alone.

Of course, Ganke and Miles kissed in front of the Spider Band at a party and it was so casual. Hobie was so jealous that day, he crushed his beer bottle being so annoyed.

Till today Hobie hated that memory. Miles wraps his arms his boyfriend, "Hahaha, nah. Ganke got a girlfriend and I got my boyfriend, right Hobie!"

"Yeah..." Hobie leans over to lift his boyfriend's chin and kiss him, "I am." Miles melted by his boyfriend's hand around his jaw.

"Ohh!" Pav and Gwen watched with a red tint across their cheeks. That's such a confident move! Should they be watching this?

Lyla appeared between Miles and Hobie, "NAH-AH! Miguel say keep yo hands to yourselves!"

Miles blushes by Hobie's hungry kisses, OMG, they were full out making out with tongue, again. Hobie grunts at Lyla, "It was nuthin' but a measly little kiss."

"OHHH!" Pav's and Gwen's eyes widen. Measly kiss? Then what do they do behind close doors?

Lyla's avatar fumes, "No! It's clearly a full blown make out!"

--Later---

After lunch, Miles and Hobie were at Hobie's houseboat just for some fun. The punker left some soft jazz playing while he smoke his joint. Nothing like good sex and getting high. "Mmm, Karl did a mighty ace job on this one," He coughs a bit knowing the weed is top A-Grade!

Miles lay his head on his boyfriend's bare chest, "Mmm, really?"

"Yeah, luv. Try it." Hobie handed it to his Sunflower.

Miles dabble on weed here and there, so he took it to inhale it. "Mmm-" He starts coughs, "Fuck, that shit is good, bae."

Hobie laughs seeing his boyfriend coughs, "That good, huh?"

"Mmhhmm," His Sunflower inhale again this time with caution, and hold the smoke in. Then turns to Hobie with his hand waving him to come close to his lips.

The punker grins widely as he leans over, knowing Miles want to share his smoke. The young man got close to Hobie's mouth then gently blew in the smoke in his mouth.

Hobie happily inhale Miles' second hand smoke, then inhale it and hold it. Miles let out a boyish giggle, then his boyfriend lift his head up to release the smoke with an O shape. "Mm, bloody fantastic, luv." His voice low.

"Mmm, is it." His Sunflower snuggles while nuzzling his head on his partner's chest, "Mmm, that feels so good. I think...."

"You think?" Hobie purrs lowly knowing his Sunflower is horny.

"Mmm," MIles' hand slid down under the sheets being daring, "I wanna go another round."

"I know, you do, darling." Hobie's voice low with a little growl, his hand grabs Miles' neck to pull him into an intense kiss.

Miles ain't complaining, he loves it. Letting out a submissive mewl, "Mmm," He softly chuckles, "Give me another, mi amor."

"Like this." This time his punker boyfriend added tongue.

"Mmm..." Miles happily melts, again. When they pull away, Miles' phone rang. "Oh fuck, I think Ganke is calling."

"Ugh, luv, you don't have to pick it up!"

"I need to. We're planning on cooking on Friday to binge watch the anime!" Miles picks up the phone, "Hey man, what's up."

Hobie rolled his eyes. Now, he's not in the mood anymore just high. He got up to get a beer from the fridge, while his boyfriend noticed. "Um, yeah... get some bacon, gummy bears is fine, oh- buy those juice boxes. Yeah, Billy loves those. Thanks man..."

It wasn't a long talk, Miles hung up after a simple goodbye then saw his boyfriend leaning by the doorway drinking his beer. "So? How's your sweetheart?"

Sweetheart? Oh God, not this again!

"Bae," Miles groans, "don't tell me, you're jealous!"

"Okay, I'm not." Hobie casually went back to his bed with his beer bottle set on his nightstand. Miles gave him a look being very unimpressed. He sighs, "Luv, you told me and our mates that we won't be seeing you for a while, because your going to spend most your time with yer friend!"

"And your upset over Ganke?"

"Mmm, yea and no... I don't like being without you."

"But it's only on Fridays and Saturdays and it won't be long, baby." Miles got on top of his boyfriend, then his hands caress his punker's face, "You know, we're just hanging out." Miles leans over to kiss Hobie, "I love you, baby."

"Mmm, really?" Hobie being like a happy puppy.

Miles kisses him again, "Yeah, you're mine, baby."

"I like that very much. Another kiss." Hobie purrs.

*Kiss* *Kiss-Kiss*

-After two weeks-

Hobie didn't like this, he felt so lonely without Miles. There was no lie to this, he's started to tweak out without his man. It's like he was on crack. He loves spending time with his Miles anytime he wanted.

So the next thing he did was to visit his Miles' place. It's not like he wasn't allowed too. When he got to Miles' apartment, he saw the lights on.

"Yay! One Piece!" Sweet five year old Billie happily bounced on the couch to watch some episodes with her brother and brother, Ganke. She holds her sippy cup, "Mimi! Mimi, hurry up!"

"I'm coming!" Miles brought a bowl of popcorn while Ganke had hot dogs wrapped in bacon with the works! Her big brother came by to place the large bowl of popcorn on the table, "Boo-boo, you forgot your straw hat!"

"Oh no!" Billie touches her head being in shock! She had her Luffy costume on being one of her favorite outfits to wear ever since her brother made it for her for Halloween.

Miles went over to the arm couch to get the lonely straw hat then placed it on his little sister's head. "Hehehe. Gracias, hermano!" She happily grab her strawhat to pull it down some more to fit right in place. Good thing she didn't have her Afro-puffs, but cute long braids with butterfly clips and large hair balls.

Ganke set a tray of hots dogs on the coffee table, "There. Just need the drinks." He saw the coffee table with spread of snacks.

Miles grins at him, "Nice. You're gonna make a wonderful hubby with Danika." He playfully nudge his friend.

"Popcorn!" Billed chimed out loud with her arms reaching for it, she didn't want to move from her spot on the couch.

"Oh hahahaha," Ganke blushes, "Ya think?" He watches Miles handing the bowl of popcorn to his sister.

"Yeah, man. Always." Miles chuckles, "If not I'll marry ya."

"Sheesh! I'm hubby material for Spider-man?" The two laughs out loud.

Hobie hears this from the slight open window. Billie hears this quickly turning her head, she gasps, "HOBIE!" She uses her web-shooter at him. The Punker grab the little plastic dart with half his body in the apartment.

Miles quickly turns his head having his Spidey Sense coming late, because he's use to Hobie coming whenever he wants so many times. It wasn't view as a threat. Ganke blink in shock, "Looks like I won the bet."

"Bae! What are you doing here?" Miles went over to help open the window to let his partner easily get into his apartment. "You could've called me."

"Hello, luv. Where's the fun in that?" He asked having to stand once he slide his way into the window.

Miles dust off the dirt from the bottom of window, "Still..." He kisses his boyfriend.

"I miss ya, luv."

"Oh yeah?" Miles didn't seem to believe that. Hobie is always clingy, which is surprising when they started dating. Miles always thought he was the clingy type, but nope!

When Hobie spends months with his band in his own world or some serious Spider-man stuff, Miles never seems to be bothered by it. Or did he would visit the way his partner does. It's pretty funny.

"Yes, luv. I miss you!" He hugs him.

"Hehehe, okay, bae. Well we were watching some episode but took a break for snacks." He show him the way.

Billie chews on her popcorn, "You like One Piece, Obie?"

"Not really, lil bloo." Hobie commented.

"Well, we're at Arabasta arc right now." Ganke said.

"OH yeah, the good part is coming." Miles grins widely. "Sit with me, bae." Ganke sat on the left side of the couch. Then it's Billie in the middles, next Miles and lastly, Hobie.

Hobie saw them playing the episode looking confused, he remembers his partner watching One Piece. He never understood it. Billie happily got off the couch being hyper when Luffy came on. "LUFFY!" She jumps.

Miles said to Ganke, "Some fans believe Oda will end One Piece on Skypia."

"Oh no way! That'll be a great throw back."

"For real, I was like make sense. Skypia wasn't shown as much as the other islands, so it got me wondering what plans they had with that place."

"I wonder if it's something big!" Ganke said. "I bet you Noah's Arc was the boat for Joyboy to use when the World Government drowned the world."

"Whoa, sick ass theory man!" Miles took a bit of popcorn to eat.

Hobie slouches on his boyfriend, "Luv, what's dis biblical talk about Noah's Arc? And why you bringing up Joyboy?"

"You know Joyboy?" Ganke asked.

"Joyboy is a popular Caribbean folklore... my mom drunkly mutters about it." Hobie said then stares in more confusion, "Luv, I'm lost about this carto-" he felt a dart hit his cheek, dark eyes glanced over with an upset Billie. "SHHH, NO TALKING! LUFFY IS FIGHTING CROCODILE!" She jumps happily.

Hobie sighs being lost. "You know, this is why I didn't invite you to this. You seem to hate it." Miles sighs at his boyfriend.

Ganke said, "I'm surprised he does. This is totally his stuff. There's mentions of genocide, fascism, racism, politics, slavery... Do I need to keep going?" He uses his fingers to count how many things are involved in One Piece.

"And you think I like that?" Hobie asked almost being offended.

"No, bae. He meant Luffy and his crew fights off those stuff. They kick ass. Like- Okay, you are totally watching this anime, because it's annoying how much you don't know." Miles began.

"And most of the characters are diverse. Luffy is Brazilian, Name Finnish, Zoro Japanese, Sanji French, Robin Russian, Usopp African, Chopper Canadian, Franky American, Jinbe Indian... I see him more of a Samoan in my opinion." Ganke added.

"Brazilian? You mean to tell me that lad is Brazilian?" Hobie's eyes went on the television to see Luffy's face.

"Yup." Miles chuckles, "Come on, bae. Pay attention to the show and don't focus on your jealousy. I know you came here thinking me and Ganke are doing something, huh?"

"Pfft, he's still on that." Ganke laughs.

Hobie looks embarrassed, "Love! Don't be cruel." He snuggles against his boyfriend.

"No, this time your gonna watch One Piece and your gonna like it!" Miles said in a serious tone. "Or else I'm giving you the silent treatment." He crosses his arms with a huff.

"Shheeeshhh!" Ganke chuckles.

Hobie whines, "No! Anything but that, darling!"

Billie came to jump on Hobie, "Shhh! I'm watching!" She playfully fights him.

--after twenty episodes-

Hobie watched with his eyes glued intensely at the episodes. "Well?" Miles handed him a beer bottle. The young man sat back down, he saw Billy and Ganke knocked out.

"Luv, this is freakin' fantastic!" Hobie sat up after watch Luffy kick the shit out of Crocodile, and had free the island of Arabasta. "And he does this?"

"Yup. He wants to be the Pirate King, because being the Pirate King is being free. Warrior of Libration, bae." Miles happily said.

"Warrior of Libration, huh!" Hobie finally understands. "You say he went against the Government?"

"The World Government, baby. I think you're gonna be a big fan of this anime." Miles went to pick up Billie so she can sleep comfortably in his room. "Still wanna watch?"

"Yes! Darling, you can't show me gold then deny me! I need to watch this." His punker said!

Miles giggles, "Okay, bae. I'll put Billy on my bed. She's is knock out."

"And yer mate?" Hobie looks at Ganke sleeping.

"Can you put him on his bed? He's worn out." Miles asked.

"Sure thing, luv." Hobie had no problem lifting Ganke and carrying him to his room. The young man sleep soundly on his bed. When the punker came, Miles was on the couch ready for him.

"Your gonna love the Skypia Arc, bae." His boyfriend said.

"Oh yeah?" Hobie asked as he sat down cuddling next to his boyfriend. Miles wrapped a large blanket around them. They snuggle and cuddle together while eating snacks.

"Mmhhmm," Miles kisses Hobie's cheek, "love you, baby."

"I love you, too, Sunflower." Hobie kisses him back. "Now, shh! Luffy is something." Miles only rolled his eyes at how his punker became a fan of One Piece.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #flowerpunk #fanfic

[tastytoecheese]

Stranger things headcannons!

.Will has a mixtape of queer coded songs

.El "teaches" Max how to paint, Max doesn't have the heart to tell her it's really not good

.Mike and Will struggle to verbalise love due to the environments they grew up in

.Mike's love language is touch, he will often press kisses to the back of Will's neck when he's painting or bump their knees/arms when sitting together

.Will's love language is gifts, he's always painting things for Mike or (when he has the money) will by him things he thinks Mike will like

.Jonathan and Dustin get along really well

.Lucas is the only person max will let cuddle her when she crys

.Max likes the red sweets, Lucas likes blue. This is a hot topic for the both of them, they give Dustin the other colours

.Robin had a crush on crissy at one point

.Steve acts so protective of the kids because he wants to be the person younger him would have needed

.Crissy would have liked metal music

.Mike at Will was bathed together when they was little

.Mike and Will take showers together, not in a sexual way but in a "I'm extremely comfortable and confident around you" way

.El absolutely LOVES spicy food Joyce can't handle spice but makes the food spicy anyway

.Hopper gives piggybacks to El

.Max is blind now

.Dustin has tried to teach Max to use echolocation

.Lucas helps Max to skate, he tells her where bumps are, where to turn, when to stop ect...

.Will has forced El,Joyce,Jonathan and Hopper to play DnD

.Murray visits Joyce at least once every 6 months

.Whenever Murray passes a burger King he buys a cherry slurpy because it reminds him of Alexei

.Joyce only buys the green pumpkin buckets because it reminds her of bob

.Dustin smokes weed, suzie is NOT a fan of this

.Lucas always talked to Max in her coma, Max heard everything

.Will and El do "childish" things together as they both lost their childhoods

.El is a surprisingly good skater

.Mike and El read comics together

.Will and Jonathan get high together and discuss life pretty much every Friday night

.Argyle and Jonathan have kissed, not out of attraction, just because they could

.Nancy and Robin liked each other but was too scared to say it

.Robin and Steve come up with a list of the "perfect" things to say/do on a date

.Mike,Dustin, Suzie,Joyce,Robin and Murray are autistic

.Lucas and Will have had a spontaneous(and really bad) dance off

.Mike hates swimming

.Nancy and Robin got together after they got Murray'd

.Dustin walked in on Will and Mike making out once

.The party is very supportive of byler

.Hopper has a weird hate for carrots

.Mike has made a lot of "Will the wise and his staff" jokes, Will says he finds it embarrassing/annoying but secretly thinks its funny

.Suzie and Dustin met up in real life and spent most of it talking about science and the Internet and loved every second of it

.Erica makes her girl my little pony's kiss eachother

.Erica has a crush on her best friend who's a girl

.Lucas knows about said crush but won't bring it up till Erica does

.Max loves singing to herself

.Mike collects DnD things, literally ANYTHING to do with/reminds him of DnD

.Steve's favourite ice cream is strawberry

.When Will was younger he'd hold a pillow against him in bed and pretend he's was sleeping next to mike

.Suzie practices kissing on her pillow

.When she does this she turns the Jesus figure around

.Mike has tried to do the Michael Jackson lean, failed, and fell flat on his face

.El likes to plat Mike's/Max's hair

.When Hopper found out Mike was dating Will he said "not again wheeler!"

.Mike and Will now say "not again wheeler!" as an inside joke

.Wills favourite animal is a mink

.El is vegetarian

.Robin always bumps boobs with Nancy, Nancy thinks this is extremely odd

.Suzie writes fanfics in her diary

. Dustin and El get along really well, he loves explaining things and she loves learning things

#mike wheeler is gay #byler is endgame #byler better be canon #i love will byers #will byers supremacy #will deserves better #will byers deserves better #will x mike #will byers #byler #joyce byers #jopper #jonathan byers #eleven #elmax #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #autism #headcanon #crissy #erica sinclair #gay love #lets go lesbians #steve harrington #st s4 vol 2 #sorry if this is rambly #argyle

[trashbag-baby666]

It’s Always Been Just Him and Me-Buck/Bucky

Summary: Buck keeps needing an out from his dates and Bucky is always a call away.

WC: 3,430

C/W: Bucky says a slur, mentions of drug use (weed), slight mentions of Bucky having an ED.

MOTA Masterlist!

Buck felt as if he was finally able to breath as he opened the door of Bucky's car. He was finally free of Curt’s strawberry vape and Nicki Minaj’s Pink Friday Two blasting through the speakers.

Truth be told he would rather be stuck in the car than having to go inside on this date. Buck always had a hard time telling people no, one of his downfalls. So when this girl from school kept asking out Buck and he finally had given in. He knew it was going to be awkward and uncomfortable.

“Goodluck, Buck!” Curt clapped him on the shoulder as he got out of the back to get in the front.

“Remember don’t fuck on the first date.” Bucky leaned over to the open door to look at him, “If it goes bad you can give me a call. I’m gonna take Curt to work then just drive around till you’re done.”

This was something that happened a lot, almost like a pattern Buck could recognize. Giving into someone asking him on a date, he’d go and get uncomfortable and text Bucky to call him so he could leave.

“You need any?” Curt opened up his wallet showing Buck the condoms tucked in by the dollar bills.

“You just carry those with you?” Buck furrowed his eyebrows looking down at Curt.

“You don’t?”

“No…?”

“Your loss,” Curt chuckled and elbowed Bucks side, “Have fun though, really.”

“I’ll try my best,” Buck clenched his teeth sucking in a breath nervously, his hands jammed into his jacket pockets. He was weighing his options of just jumping back into Bucky's car and telling him to drive away like this was a crime.

But then he remembered then he’d have to come up with some story of why he couldn’t make it. Sorry my bird died? Sorry Bucky got a flat tire and we were stuck on the side of the road? But then he’d have to defend his answer of why Bucky was giving him a ride and he wasn’t just taking himself there. So into the shitty Olive Garden he went taking one last glance at the silver SUV as he opened the door going in.

Bucky was serenading his heart out to All American Bitch as he drove down the ‘speed bump road’ gunning down on the gas pedal everytime he hit one. He was almost expecting it as his music stopped and the obnoxious ringtone came through. Bucky quickly picked his phone up from the cup holder. “Well it's been almost 20 minutes. Are you ready for me to come back?”

“Please, I’m hiding in the bathroom.”

“That bad?”

“That bad.”

“Alright, I just dropped Curt off. I'll call you back when I'm in the parking lot.” Bucky sighed as he hung up and whipped an illegal U turn at a stoplight. Waving his hand a little as a car honked at him.

Buck sat at the table keeping his eyes focused on the half eaten, stale breadstick in front of him. He was uncomfortable and could feel the girl's eyes on him, his heart skipped a beat as his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. Buck scrambled for his phone out of his bomber jacket.

“Hello?”

“Hi, sweetie, it's your grandma. I fell while fetching myself some candy and I was wondering if you’d come help me up.” Buck turned red as he heard Bucky's voice on the other end putting on his best female voice. But alas he played along with it because this certainly was not the first time this happened. One time Bucky went as far as coming into the restaurant and saying that his dog got out. When the girl offered to help Bucky blurted out ‘oh he hates women’ then tugged Buck right out of the situation.

“Of course Grandma, I’ll be there soon, I love you, bye.” Buck hung up fast and met the girl's worried green eyes, “I gotta go, my grandma fell and I gotta help her up. But I’ll text you when I get home?”

“Oh yeah, sure I had a good time.” The girl with the auburn hair smiled awkwardly as Buck got up and set a $10 bill on the table for the waiter. Buck offered a smile before making a beeline for the door.

Bucky sat in his car laughing like a crazy person as Buck walked over and shook his head with a smirk opening the door. “I’m gonna call my actual Grandma next time if you keep doing that.” Buck snickered as he buckled up.

“Oh poor Grandma Ethel will be so disappointed you’re leaving a date with a girl to go play with your best friend.” Bucky teased poking Bucks' side. Buck rolled his eyes, swatting at the others hand, “Maybe she’ll call you a faggot to your face this time.”

Bucky felt the air get a little tense as he glanced over at Buck, he wasn’t wrong by any means. His grandparents were very active in the church and it was true his grandma had called him that

“Well did you get a chance to eat?” Bucky glanced over at him as they came up on a red light.

“No, I kept stalling so I could leave.” Buck shrugged, “I don’t like pasta.”

And Bucky could’ve told him that.

“I know, well do you wanna get something? I don’t necessarily want to go home tonight.”

And Buck knew what that meant, his parents were probably fighting again.

“Yes please, I’m starving.” Buck had finally become aware of the grumbling in his stomach and remembered the two joints in his pocket.

“Well where do you wanna go?” Bucky knew the answer as soon as he looked over at Buck. His head leaned back against the headrest that stupid guilty smirk on his face.

“Jesus christ,” Bucky rolled his eyes as he took the next turn back in the other direction, “But I am not eating that.”

“I’ll pay for your food?” Buck smirked, but Bucky knew that was just a ploy to get him to eat. So if he was going to eat he was going to get something he enjoyed.

“No, I’m getting Taco Bell.” Bucky shook his head as they turned into the Chik Fil A parking lot. It was Buck's favorite, guilty pleasure food and even if Bucky didn’t agree with that he was here to make Buck happy.

“Are you going to do your Grandma Ethel impression again?” Buck asked as they pulled into the Taco Bell drive thru.

“Should I sing instead?”

“No.”

“Fine.”

“Welcome to Taco Bell, order when you’re ready.” Curts voice came through the speaker full of annoyance that certainly made this a hundred times funnier to Bucky.

Bucky cleared his throat, “Hello can I get two doritos-”

“Locos tacos, nacho fries and a large baja blast freeze?” Curt finished his order.

“How do you know every damn time!?” Bucky grumbled as they pulled up to the window.

“So the date didn’t go well?” Curt asked as he snatched Buckys card from him looking over at Buck. He also knew just as well as Bucky that Buck didn’t like these girls; he just felt bad saying no.

“No, I think I really should just stop going on dates.”

“Or maybe you can take me out for a nice meal!” Bucky put his hand on his chest smiling his cheesy smile, “Since you always end up back in my car eating your stupid Christian chicken sandwich.”

“Take us both out for a nice dinner. If I have to eat fucking Taco Bell for dinner one more fucking time. I’m gonna fucking lose my shit.” Curt grumbled as he handed the card back. Curt knew if he didn’t eat at work though he’d probably go hungry for the night. He didn’t come from much money and he worked to help keep a roof over his mother and little brother's head.

“Hey who are we mind fucking?” Dickie poked his head around the corner from the kitchen.

“Dickie!” Bucky cheered unbuckling and basically leaned his entire body inside the window.

“What’s up? Oh my god it’s Buck and Fuck!” Dickie jogged over to the window shouldering Curt out of the way, “Hambone!”

“The whole team is here I see,” Bucky snickered as the other blonde came over, “This place wouldn’t run without you guys.”

“Yeah, literally our manager quit this morning. So yeah Curts in charge of the evening shifts.” Hambone clapped him on the shoulder then took his hat running off to the front.

“Fuckin’ hell!” Curt grumbled, “Would love to continue our conversation but I gotta go play fuckin’ boss.”

“Enjoy it, Curt. Make them your bitches!” Bucky laughed as he took the drink and bag of food from him, handing it off to Buck.

“Now get the hell out of my drive thru!”

“Love you too Curt!” Buck yelled as Bucky drove off.

“That place would burn to the ground without him. Dickie would leave something somewhere and walk away from it next thing you know the best Taco Bell around exploded.” Bucky laughed as he made an exploding sound popping his lips.

“Maybe, or they could hire a competent adult to manage it.” Buck shook his head as he chewed on the straw of his drink.

“But what's the fun in that? Think about how funny it is to hear that Taco Bell is run by three high school boys who barely know their left from their right.”

“This is the economy we live in now.” Buck shook his head, “Are we going to the usual? I got some joints with me?”

“Yep, do you wanna smoke first or eat?” Bucky hummed as he pulled into the big empty parking lot of what once was a KMart. This had become their spot of escaping Bucks dates and eating shitty fast food and just talking.

“Eat, I’m too hungry.” Buck unbuckled his seatbelt and moved his seat back, getting comfortable.

“Sounds good to me,” Bucky shrugged as he turned the car off and Buck was finally able to have a break of what had been Nicki Minaj song after song. Bucky reached over the center console and grabbed his Taco Bell bag off the floor.

“So what were the fatal flaws of this girl, Buck?” Bucky asked while fishing a taco from the bag.

She wasn’t you.

“I don’t know, she just kept talking about herself. I don’t know, I only said yes to her because I felt bad saying no.” Buck couldn’t explain to anyone in particular why he never was really interested in women. Sure he’s had his fair amount of sexual encounters and lots of kissing with them. He thought it was just because he hadn’t met the right one. “And yeah I know I need to learn to say no it’s just hard.”

“I’m not used to being the level headed reasonable one here, but it’s not fair to you or the girls.” Buck knew that Bucky was making sense and he had fallen into some alternative universe where Buck and Bucky swapped bodies.

“I know this is weird for me, it’s like Freaky Friday.” Buck just wanted to get off the topic of his botched dates. He just wanted to enjoy his chicken sandwich and smoke a joint with his best friend.

“I’m gonna be Jamie Lee Curtis then, you can be Lindsey.”

“I’m too sober to think about this.” Buck set his half eaten sandwich down and pulled the small plastic tube out of his pocket.

“You used the pink paper I got you?” Bucky perked up excited seeing the two joints with the pink wrapping paper.

“Why wouldn’t I? Pink makes everything better.” Buck glanced over at Bucky; everything was dark besides a lamp post in the parking lot slightly illuminating the car; Although, Buck believed Bucky's big, silly smile illuminated them. When he looked at him it was just this different feeling, but he didn’t know what that feeling was.

Bucky watched as Buck put the joint between his lips and fought with his lighter to get it to go. But then it lit and he watched as Buck closed his eyes and took a hit waiting a moment before exhaling. “Okay, don’t hit it too hard, okay?”

“I know,” Bucky stuck out his tongue at him like a child and took the pink joint. It never took much to get Bucky high, he rarely smoked and if he did it was with Buck. He’d get fidgety and nervous around others then start to panic the few times he smoked at one of Bucks parties.

Buck took the joint from Bucky fast as he exhaled and the coughing began. Bucky's face turned slightly red as he coughed into his elbow.

“Here, take a drink.” Buck grabbed his water bottle off the floor and opened it for him.

“No, I'm still choking.” Bucky's voice raspy as he continued coughing, opening the door to spit out the nastiness, “Let me have another hit.”

“In a moment, after you drink some water.” Bucky took the water bottle reluctantly, taking a few sips of water and settling himself, “Okay now just take it easy.”

Bucky swapped the metal water bottle for the joint back and took a smaller hit. Buck almost had forgotten his sandwich as he just watched the other. Buck could watch him do anything and be amazed. There were so many football practices or games where he just would get so distracted from just watching Bucky. His large, veiny hands gripped around the football. The way the football pants really accentuated his ass.

“Wow,” Bucky handed the joint back, coming to full realization he was stupid high from three hits. He rubbed his eyes and Buck could see the redness already setting in.

“I’m gonna finish this off now and eat your tacos that Dickie slaved away making for you.” Buck snickered as he relit the joint, “How’d your test go?”

“I dunno, I don’t do fractions, probably not good.” Bucky rambled through his bites of taco, “Do you want some nacho fries?”

“I don’t know how you eat those.” Buck pushed away Bucky's hand that was holding out an orange fry with too much seasoning on it.

“These are so much better than your church fries. Oh my god the body of christ.” Bucky laughed, grabbing onto Buck's shoulder and shaking him a bit, “Listen if these are the body of christ I’m going to start going to church with Croz.”

Both had finished eating and Bucky reclined his seat back, his hands behind his head as he stared out the sunroof, “Do you think we’ll get married someday?”

“What?” Buck felt his heart skip a beat as he reclined his seat back and looked over at Bucky.

“No I mean like…I don’t know I meant like what if by the time we are 30 and were still not married we should marry each other. Like for the benefits you know?”

“Okay,” Buck snickered, “Would we still have a wedding?”

“I think we should, why waste the opportunity. But I don’t think Grandma Ethel would be very supportive of it. She’d probably say something silly about you starting on fire if you ever entered the church again. Would we get married in a church? I don’t think we should…well I guess if you wanted to or well your parents would want maybe? We could go to one of those progressive churches, like the one Croz goes to that has nacho fries communion.” Bucky rambled with no particular thought behind him.

Buck stared blankly at Bucky. He was absolutely gorgeous, his jawline sharp and that silly, goofy smile still spread on his face.

“I think Croz should get ordained too then he can marry us, or maybe by the time 30 were 30. Dogs can be ordained ministers then Meatball can marry us, he can wear a little suit.”

“I don’t know if Meatball will still be around by the time we're 30.”

“I’m telling you he’s a vampire, he’s gonna colonize Mars.” Bucky hummed, “I’m gonna sing at our weddings too you can’t tell me no, what should I sing? Maybe a love song? I got my drivers license last week.” Bucky started singing and Buck reached over cupping his hand over his mouth to shut him up.

Bucky laughed as he pushed off Buck, “Just like we always talked about!”

“I’d rather listen to Croz sing.”

“You’re such a liar I can see it on your face,” Bucky rolled his eyes poking the others cheek and rolled back onto his back and let his hand linger a little before finding Bucks and interlocking their fingers, “So maybe if we're married we could save some more money and buy a house together. I mean we don’t have to share a bed or anything like that but we could maybe get one with the in-laws sweet. I can live in the in-laws sweet, it’ll be like a bachelor pad. Or we could just live in a house with separate rooms I don’t know. Do you think Croz and Bubbles are gonna get married?”

“Definitely do you say the way they look at each other. Everytime Croz sees him his pupils turn into hearts like a cartoon.”

“For sure, Bubbles is probably the best guy to ever be in a relationship with. Croz tells me that he brings him flowers when they go on dates. You know what if they become our neighbors? They would be like a nuclear 50’s couple. Except I don’t think Croz would be a housewife? But I bet they would buy a house together, that's the house next to ours. But they would for sure have like two ankle biters and live this life. Croz would for sure be in the PTA.” He stopped as Buck gently cradled Bucky's face and ran his thumb over his bottom lip gently.

Bucky felt his cheeks turn bright red as he stared into the others beautiful, blue eyes.

He felt the butterflies beginning to slap around in his stomach as Buck leaned over. He could feel Bucks' breath as their lips were dangerously close.

Then his phone began to ring.

“Shit, it’s my mom.” Buck rolled his eyes, sitting up and answering it. Bucky felt like he had lost all the heat and he was cold again. They’d only ever kissed once before. It was while they were high one time out in the woods behind Bucks house. There was a little creek with a small bridge. They were sitting on the bridge and it had just happened. It wasn’t anything long, but Bucky wanted to do it again and again.

“Sorry I lost track of time, I'll be home soon. Okay bye.” Buck let out a sigh and rubbed his eyes, “How’re you feeling? I can drive, it's worn off for me.”

“I’m feeling fine, do you have eye drops? There’s Axe in the glove compartment.

“Only time your nasty boy perfume comes in handy.” Buck handed the eye drops over to Bucky.

“See you’re thanking me now and you’ll thank me later when Mary Cleven doesn’t know you were off smoking weed with me.” Bucky rolled down the windows and dropped the eye drops into his eyes.

“Don’t count on it,” Buck sprayed the air with axe and then himself, “God it reeks of teenage boy.”

“Not all of us can afford Johnny Depp Dior cologne.” Bucky started the car and turned on Drivers License. Look it was stuck in his head

“Goddamnit,” Buck tilted his head into the headrest.

“You know you love it!” Bucky laughed as he began to sing and Buck couldn’t help but sing along with him.

“And I know we weren’t perfect but I’ve never felt this way for no one!” The two sang Bucky with one hand on the steering wheel, the other conducting his imaginary band as they drove back to Bucks. He knew he’d probably get chewed out by his mom but it was worth it in his opinion to get to spend time with Bucky.

Sure they hung out all the time but no one knew him the way Bucky knew him. They had become each other's safe spaces. If Bucky needed away from his parents he could go to Buck.

If Buck needed a break from studying and doing homework all the time he knew who to call. And maybe he could call if he needed a good someone to kiss.

#mota #masters of the air #mota hs au #buck x bucky #modern au #high school au #bucky egan #buck cleven #gale cleven #john egan #curtis biddick #not established #mutual pining #clegan #trashbag-baby666 fics #theo writes

[pedrito-friskito]

So I noticed you reblogging pedro in that speedo a lot.................... we're gonna need you to explain your thots on that speedo action up in here THANK YOU. - 🐠

fishie anon you are truly making me ACT UP IN THESE FEVER DREAMS I just—

okay I haven’t written anything for Javi G. thus far — I’ve struggled a bit to come up with a solid idea for a fic w/ him, but this was fun (maybe a little OOC so i’M SORRY) but I just love him sm and that speedo just….pedro keeping us fed till the ends of the earth my god

🔥friday night fever!🔥

(listen I couldn’t find the speedo gif and this one is also just too good so)

“You are staring, cariño,” he sing-songs, reaching up to lower his sunglasses, peering at you over the bridge of them with bloodshot eyes.

You know yours must look similar, chewing the inside of your lip as you reach across and take the joint from him, almost burned down to the filter, the last puff for you, as always. Javi always saves the last bit for you, lets you suck down the smoke until your body feels weightless.

“Am not,” you reply, almost petulant, flicking the finished joint into the ashtray on the table between your lounge chairs, leaning back on your own, sunglasses pushed up your nose and arms over your chest. “You know how I feel about the speedo.”

“What?” Javi asks, feigning shock. “You do not like it?”

You turn your head to the side, glasses slipping down your nose. “Javi.”

He grins back at you, one foot tucking in, knee bent high. It’s maddening, is what it is, those golden legs on full display, the muscle of his thigh thick enough that you just want to sink your teeth into it, leave the sensitive skin towards the inside littered with little marks and bruises, mementos of your affection. He’s worn it before, and he knows. The last time he’d put the thing on, you’d nearly jumped him in the pool house, towel tossed onto the floor as a makeshift pillow for your knees as you lowered yourself before him.

The white shirt he’s coupled with the striped bathing suit just makes matters worse, the fabric nearly see-through in the sun, giving you glimpses of the tanned skin that lies beneath. A few buttons undone showing off the top of his chest, your mouth watering just at the sight.

Heaving a breath. you sit up, yanking your cover-up off and tossing it at Javi. He lets out a surprised noise as the fabric lands in his lap, and you stick your tongue out at him, striding towards the pool, stepping into the warm water with a loud sigh. Pointedly loud, pointedly similar to the moans you let loose in bed.

It’s the strangest feeling as you sink beneath the surface of the water, salt tickling your noise, the warmth bordering on bath water, but refreshing all the same. The haze of weed in the back of your mind adds to the feeling, making you feel more than weightless beneath the water. You stay beneath until the need for oxygen pulls at your lungs, and when you surface, Javi is still watching, standing now, slowly unbuttoning his shirt until it falls open, revealing that bronzed chest beneath.

“Am I allowed to join you,” he calls, stretching his arms above his head, leaning up on his toes. It only makes the muscles in his legs more defined, the soft curve of his belly all the more inviting as you rake your gaze over him, “or are you upset with me now?”

“Get in the water, Javi,” you reply, straightening until your feet hit the bottom of the pool, the water coming up to your chest once you’re standing, “and get over here.”

He does as asked, wading through the water until he’s right in front of you, palms skimming along the surface. He doesn’t touch you, not entirely, his body just a breadth of an inch away from yours. If you inhaled deep enough, puffed your chest out just slightly, your skin would be touching his. “Hi cariño,” he says quietly, looming over you, those tousled curls falling across his forehead perfectly, brown eyes glittering in the sunlight.

You know it’s not just the weed. Your man is a sight to behold. Javi Gutierrez is beautiful.

“Hi.”

Mischievous grin on his face, he closes the distance between you, both arms sliding around you, pulling you close, your wet chest against his dry one. When he bends his neck to kiss you, you can’t hold back the quiet moan that slips out, hands scrabbling for purchase on those broad shoulders. He drags you up and against him, hips sliding easily along his in the water.

That’s the other problem with the speedo. It leaves very little to the imagination. You can feel every inch, twitching to life beneath the glassy surface. You keep one hand tangled in his hair, the other snaking down his front, wet fingers leaving droplets over his skin until you’re trailing through the dark hairs that lead south.

“You know what my favourite thing about the speedo is, Javi?” you ask into his mouth, your lips fit together like puzzle pieces. His part as you slide your hand right under the elastic.

“Tell me.”

“Easy access.”

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[sxcredbunn]

What has been your most memorable sexual experience?

most memorable? i don't take this question on a basis of how good it was etc but the first thing that comes to mind (warning might be a story i have adhd and am detail-orientated):

i had went out with a friend to a house party for the typical friday or weekend night shenanigans after a super stressful and long day, so i just wanted to forget n have a nice time lol. long story short there was a cute boy there n the gap between seeing him n feeling him was some drinks, weed, and eye fucking i didnt even know i was doing, a shit faced friend who spoke my thoughts to said boy, and the boy being chill as hell and noticing i was hella uncomfy and asked if i wanted to hide in his room till my ride came and had a nice time lol. it was honestly like maybe the 3rd time i ever had sex? we were both high and i think he was a little drunk but he approached me after my friend verbally sexually assaulted him (💀) and he was actually pretty chill and didn't acknowledge any of that lmfao

as an introvert it was rlly awkward when he came over let alone after my friends comments but i took the opportunity to leave my friend w the person we knew there since we didn't get along when she got drunk, n then after that he basically verbally consensually sexually assaulted me and my weed and horniness took over. i was rlly shy so he mostly talked and i giggled for like probably nearly an hour honestly, so its more memorable for the wholesomeness i think? but he straight up asked if i wanted to do anything at some point and idk what posessed me but i nodded yes. i already told him i was pretty inexperienced so it was slow n he had a condom but it did feel rlly nice and he was sweet, and plus points bcs he fingered me a bit before so i was already pretty wet n open or at least what was open for me. his dick was a decent size so i struggled to fit him including in my mouth (didnt know wtf i was doing on that end either) so it could've been better (ig if i was more stretched or if he had a smaller dick 💀), i wish i knew what i was doing so i could give him the same experience :( i felt so bad. but it was one of my first times and cant blame either end much !! mentally i was super uncomfy, and he felt uncomfy inside for a bit but the magical powers of the vagina got me adjusted a little better and i think overall we had fun.

we pretty much just like giggled and moved onto some weird conversation n got ourself together and awkwardly managed to go back out to the party bcs my ride was there and i basically bolted out red faced and like embarassed like i didn't agree to it or enjoy it 😭 we didnt get numbers or anything n i didnt go back so never saw him since but if i was as stretched as i was now id 100% go for round 2 :3

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[madwinterschild]

Eddie Munson x F Reader Imagine you're In A Band And You Surprise Eddie!

Imagine you're secretly in a band called "Hells Succubus" and Eddie has NO IDEA, He mentions that he hasn't had a favourite female-fronted band for a while. Challenge accepted! You tell him and the rest of hellfire and your friends to meet you at the local bar where they'll be playing to a sizable crowd. draw dropping reactions ensue along with a very surprised and horny for his girlfriend metal head. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: MUCH SMUT AHEAD especially in chapter 2 (I'm here for the thirst ;) swearing, drug and alcohol use. f + m sexual relations, oral sex on both parts and vaginal sex, Dirty Talk also!

Much DnD and 80s music references (The 80s is my favourite period for rock and metal music :) I think that's pretty much it! Enjoy my loves! Also, I'm aware the song I used was sung by Vixen in 1990 but I think it really fits the tone!

NOTE! I am from the UK so if I do get any references wrong I do apologise! I had to search up how our school systems work! T'was enlightening!

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"all's I'm sayin' is, I haven't heard any good ones lately! Vixen, sure their good but not many others" You simply rolled your eyes at the centre of your world, your reason for living, the light of your life, your pumpkin or as he was known to others Eddie Munson, Local town freak and metal extraordinaire. You all found yourselves at your usual spot in the school cafeteria, it was a Friday so the kids were abuzz with the weekend. The rest of the Hellfire Club mumbled excitedly over the next campaign, with a few insults of "Dustin your a paladin PLEASE heal us faster this time!" Whilst you and your boyfriend bickered over the topic of the current best Rock bands.

Buzz cut Eddie had been drawn to you like a moth to a flame when he first met you in 6th grade. You'd been quietly humming to yourself some Alice Cooper lyrics whilst you casually drew the Album artwork for 'Welcome To My Nightmare'. The Coop was your god and you wouldn't have a bad word said against him! Eddie found it oddly charming as he got to know you. You taught him all the best ways to tame his wild hair after he'd been head-banging too hard. The best way to sew his band patches onto his jacket, at least until he'd got the hang of it, he was so proud of himself! And had many magical hours of conversation, either sober or high off your faces about how rock music was the best thing in the world! Your chest blossomed with pride as you saw Eddie transform into his authentic self, you still held that same pride for your boyfriend because he refused to conform, and be something he wasn't. He was pure Rock n Roll baby!

You can still remember the day that he drove you to lovers lake, he played your favourite cassettes in the van, put on his best denim vest (The one with the huge DIO patch on the back) you could still smell the gorgeous cologne he wore and how he was so damn nervous. You picked your usual spot and smoke some weed, had a couple of cans of beer and had an amazing night together. You can also remember the moment he turned to you, messing with his silver rings again and confessed his love for you. Turns out he'd been in love with you since he saw you drawing that damn album cover, he'd been smitten with you for as long as you'd been smitten with him. Buzz cut an all. From then you'd been the freakiest couple of Hawkins, the most likely pair to be a bunch of Satanists. It was you against the goddamn world and you wouldn't have it any other way.

You could feel the grin getting wider on your face as you reminisce, it wasn't till a few moments later that you noticed the clicking fingers in front of you. You snapped back to reality and shook your head "Sorry baby, what did you say?" Eddie just huffed a laugh, shaking his head and making his brown curls bounce "I saaaaaaid" He poked your cheek " you still haven't given me any examples of good bands" Your mind rebooted as you remembered the conversation 'ah we're still on that one…maybe nows a good time to mention it' you chewed your lip as you rolled what IT was around your mind. Eddie knew practically everything about his princess, what you hadn't told him was you were actually in a female-fronted band and YOU fronted that band. You'd only been going for a couple of years but a bunch of girls you'd met at a summer camp long ago became really good friends, had similar interests and for the fun of it, you decided to start a band. Nothing serious, just something to pass the time on lazy weekends when you weren't with Eddie. You never told him about it because hell you thought he'd laugh! Here was this adonis that you worshipped as a guitar-wielding metal god, and you just felt fucking silly about it all. So you covered it up as some kind of family time thing and Eddie simply shrugged his shoulders and brought the little white lie.

However, recently you played a fantastic gig at a bar in the next town and the crowd loved you! So much so, the guy behind the bar called his cousin who owned a sister bar in Hawkins and told her to book your band! You and your band mates were thrilled and couldn't wait for the next gig, You'd heard a few town members of Hawkins muttering how excited they were for the band to perform, even some of your bullies were excited. You had to chuckle to yourself because NOBODY had a clue it was yours. Your day-to-day look was far more toned down than your stage look so it was no wonder nobody recognised you. Maybe tonight was the night to let the cat out of the bag? Not just to Eddie but to your friends as well, You'd love to see the look on your best friend Robin's face too!

"Actually," You thought quickly about how you could keep this a secret for as long as possible, you wanted to surprise Eddie. "One of my favourite bands is playing in town tonight…Female fronted as well" Eddie quirked an eyebrow at you and leaned forward with his hands clasped, you'd caught his interest "Really now? And what's the band called (y/n)?" you swallowed a nervous lump in your throat "Th- they're called 'Hells Succubus'? I don't know if you've heard of them? Their relatively new?" Eddie hummed "Yeah yeah I know the band, not personally but a few guys from the band went to see them a couple of months ago and said the lead singer is smoking hot" he commented nonchalantly. Your heart swelled with pride again, Eddie had been very dedicated in his love for you, he'd kiss the ground you walk upon (if you let him) and treated you like a princess as much as he possibly could. His eyes never strayed, he never looked at another girl, like he'd said time and time again "Your my world baby, I'm your problem now!". What a surprise he'd get tonight! You couldn't wait to see his reaction

"Well…" you turned and rummaged through your bag, pulling out a poster to show to Eddie, fortunately, it didn't have your band's faces on, just the name, eloquently written. You'd all agreed that just because you were a rock band, borderline heavy metal sometimes. You'd didn't have to follow everyone else with an intense font that was just a mess and looked like a splat of paint, you preferred something that fit the vibe.

You gauged your boyfriend's reaction. His eyes scanned the details and he made small humming noises as he went. His brown eyes turned to you "You say they make you happy princess? You like them?" you nodded eagerly. "Well then" He leaned forward and kissed your cheek softly "let's go and see Hells Succubus….boys!" He turned to the rest of the table, the boys popped their heads up like meerkats, waiting for instructions. You had to laugh "Get your rock on, we're going to see a band tonight. Consider it a club trip" the boys all cheered. The metal Head turned to you and winked. Tonight was going to be good!

And that's how you found yourself in the dressing room in the back of the bar. You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled, your boyfriend's bright eyes smiling back at you from the small polaroid you'd stuck in the frame of the mirror. It was a picture of the both of you, you in the front and Eddie behind you, with the dopiest grin, firmly holding a Metallica album in his hands. It was the 'horsemen Of The Apocalypse' album and it was brand new at the time, and to think you had 'Master Of Puppets' hidden away in your room, ready to give Eddie for his upcoming birthday. The picture had become your good luck charm when you performed, before you'd head out to meet the girls, you'd always blow a kiss to the picture.

You shook your head fondly and continued to apply your Make up. The black eyeshadow you used threatened to swallow up your (e/c) eyes but made the whites pop at the same time. Mixed in with a bit of red it looked sinful. Your dark full red lips pouted back at you, you wondered if you'd make Eddie want you as much as you wanted him when you saw him play. You remember the uncountable times you'd seen Corroded Coffin and watched Eddie like a Hawk watches a Mouse. You could feel yourself getting wet with excitement as you watched the same fingers that pleasured you dance over his guitar. you'd bite your lip when your boyfriend's eyes would fall on you and the air was suddenly knocked out of you. His gaze was like an invisible grip that held you in place, preventing you from moving as he played for you and only you.

You shook your head, there'd be plenty of time for that later, right now you needed to tighten your corset over your black see-through blouse, the tattered sleeves floated around as you pulled the leather tight, and your breasts immediately jumped to attention, dangerously perched on top of the corset. "He won't know what hit him" you mumbled to yourself with glee, fixing the multiple necklaces in place. your most prized one gently rested on your cleavage. It was a ring that Eddie gave to you, it had a black heart in the middle with bat wings on either side, it was another one of your most treasured items next to the picture. You finally stood up. Pulled up your leather bell bottoms and adjusted your clunky belt. this one was your favourite. It has large black lips with vampire fangs peeking out from the top lip. It reminded you of the aesthetic of the band. A group of succubus had emerged from the pits of hell and used the power of music and sin to draw in unsuspecting victims, that's what you called your fans and they lapped it up.

You took one last look at yourself, grabbed your can of hair spray and covered yourself head to toe in it. It was the best thing to keep your make-up and backcombed hair in place for the whole gig. You didn't want to look like a sweaty mess, you wanted to look pristine for your lover. Your eyes fell upon the picture again "That comes later, lover" you blew a kiss to polaroid Eddie and turned to leave. You were ready.

WITH EDDIE AND THE GROUP

"I don't understand! She should be here! She's going to miss it!" Eddie moaned into the table, his head 'thunking' against the wood. Robin laughed at the dejected metal head. You had assured your friends, the boys and your boyfriend that you'd meet them all at the venue, you had a few extra errands to run before the gig started. "Chill your beans Goldie Locks, (Y/N) said she'd be here didn't she? I'm sure she's just doing herself up so you'll fuck her senseless tonight" Robin chortled as Eddie perked up, his cheeks bright red "do you think so?" "Course I do you perv…now just relax" Eddie frowned at the quip "anyway" Robin continued looking at Dustin, Mike and Lucas "How the hell did you get the toddlers in? This is a bar" "I promised the staff they wouldn't drink, besides they've got 'Steve The Babysitter' to look out for them huh big boy?" Eddie winked at Steve who scowled in return, he took a sip of his beer "'s my night off Munson" "We can look after ourselves you know?" Dustin piped up, the boys nodding. Robin looked over unconvinced "Hush now children…drink your Sodas" she pushed the drinks over and turned back. Nancy smacked Robin's arm to shush her "Quiet! It's starting!" "Nance were not in a theatre" Steve chuckled. The group turned to look at the stage, Eddie hadn't actually taken a look at the instruments properly, worrying about your absence, he was either staring at the entrance to the bar or your empty chair. But now he had a chance to get a look at the stage he whistled in appreciation, it was a nice set-up.

The drums lay at the back with black skins with red flames threatening to engulf them, the band's logo proudly displayed on the front of the kit. Two guitars, similar in their design. a Base guitar and finally a keyboard. 'Damn (Y/N) wasn't kidding, these guys are serious' he turned his eyes to fellow members of Corroded Coffin and they silently nodded at each other 'we need to up our game' was a mutual thought. Eddie loved the microphone the most, it had two simple little bat wings on it, very quirky. His stomach dropped as he saw the bartender walk up to the mic, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. He turned to look at the entrance again with worry "(Y/N) where are you?" he frowned in worry as he turned back.

The bartender spoke "Ladies and Gentlemen! Thank you so much for coming! Tonight we've got a real treat for you all! This is actually this band's debut in Hawkins and we're super pumped that they chose to debut with us! The band consists of some of Hawkins's finest students!" The group all looked at each other completely perplexed, how had they not heard of them before? They turned back as the Bartender continued "This band promises to make you rock hard and feel the flames of hell! Ladies and Gents put your hands together…..HELLS SUCCUBUS!" Loud cheers cascaded from all sides of the bar as the band members slowly sauntered onto the stage. Smoke erupted from the smoke machine as the lights on stage turned red.

"Unsuspecting Victims of Hawkins! Are you ready to be seduced?!" Eddies eyes suddenly widened…he knew that voice anywhere. Before he could utter a word the lights changed to white and the smoke cleared, and all he could see was you! Standing proudly in the centre of the stage. You licked your lips as the crowd cheered. You could see people from all walks of life in the bar. A few bikers, a few people from school and even Hopper in the back tipping his sheriff's hat to you in respect. Your eyes looked down and finally landed on your group of friends. They all looked astonished! Robin's eyes bugged open and she was suddenly screaming "YESSSSSS GIRL". Steve looked like a fish out of water whilst Nancy had the biggest smile on her face. The boys all looked at you and the girls like you we're the best thing since sliced bread. And finally, your eyes landed on your Boyfriend and he did not disappoint. His eyes were shining bright at you, his mouth hung open as all the air in his body left him.

Eddie didn't believe in God all that much, how could he? When he'd had to deal with all the shit in his life. He'd heard about these dumb ass religious experiences and could never imagine it would happen to him. That was until he'd met you, from then on he considered himself practically born again, worshipping at your feet and yours alone. He'd touched heaven so many times like when he'd asked you to be his girlfriend when he first kissed you when you'd fucked for the first time when he said he loved you for the first time and right now. Right now he was staring into the eyes of some kind of hellish goddess, he swore at that moment that he would sell his soul for you. For who was he to stand in the presence of this unearthly rock creature who looked like she could eat him up right there, promise him everything as she melted his tattoos with her heat. your eyes met and a sinful smirk stretched across your face. You licked your lips and practically heard Eddie moan as you opened your mouth to speak.

"Tonight my devilish creatures, We're not only in our home town but I have someone very special in the audience, my own personal plaything, you may know him as the lead guitarist from Corroded Coffin, I know him as the sexiest demon alive so we're going to play something special for him…This is for you Eddie Munson" You winked at him as you saw his eyes widen even further. You'd got him "This is 'Not A Minute Too Soon' Hit it, girls!" You yelled in joy, and the bar erupted into claps and cheers as the guitars and drums kicked in. You immediately lost yourself in the music and moved to the beat, swinging your hips and moving your head to the beat. You moved to the microphone to ready yourself

I was pretending it was easy alone I built a fortress to keep out the unknown Surrounded myself with the walls of rejection Trapped in the dungeon for my own protection Your smile came shining through so pure I knew

Not a minute too soon Your love came through for me You are the water in my desert Not a minute too soon Your love got through to me You rescued me just in the nick of time

Eddie almost lost his mind, he was on the edge of his seat but was instantly blown away by your voice, he tried to catch his breath as the sound washed over him. It was like he was drowning in ecstasy, this had to be a dream, a very very wet dream. How was this possible? His most gorgeous girl on a stage, dressed like THAT and singing like THAT! He couldn't believe his fucking luck, and neither could his dick apparently. He could feel himself growing harder by the second, is this what it felt like for you when he played? Holy shit, it was like the best torture possible. He wanted to jump up the stage, tear your trousers down and fuck into you like there was no tomorrow as you sang your moans into the microphone so EVERYONE would know how good he was to you. The fact that you'd told everyone in the bar that he was your boyfriend, EVERYONE! He could almost cry. He never thought he'd find someone like you, let alone someone that would happily scream to the world that he belonged to someone. Clearly, he'd died on the way to the venue because this wasn't possible. You caught eyes with the boy again and smirked at him, clearly he was enjoying this WAY more than you thought he would. You continued with the song, swaying your hips suggestively and flicking your hair behind you.

Time after time I threw my heart away My faith was fading fast day after day I had enough of giving in I couldn't lay down my pride So love just pushed me aside Your kisses washed away my thirst Every touch felt like the first

Not a minute too soon Your love came through for me You are the water in my desert Not a minute too soon Your love got through to me You rescued me just in the nick of time

In this angry world I thought loneliness would shelter me My broken spirit cried in vain Till you set me free

The guitar solo instantly kicked in and you danced around the stage, you had at least thirty seconds of your friend's wicked playing to fill and you got a wicked idea. You turned to your band members with a devious smile on your face and they all smiled back. You'd told them about what you wanted to do during your little Pow-Wow before the show started and they loved it. You grabbed the microphone out of the stand, careful not to trip on the wires and executed your plan. Eddies eyes widened as you hopped off the stage and made a beeline straight for him, bouncing on your platformed boots as you went. You were forever grateful that he'd stolen a chair right in front of you. He looked at you hopelessly and mouthed 'your gonna kill me baby girl' at you. You simply smiled and came closer to him. By the time you stood in front of him you swung your leg around his hips and sat down snuggly on his lap, you could feel cock was rock hard through his jeans, the poor baby must have been in agony. You looked down at him and licked your lips suggestively before you began singing again.

Your kisses washed away my thirst Every touch feels just like the first

You began to slowly grind your hips onto your boyfriend, not obviously so but just enough to get a reaction out of Eddie, he threw his head back with a barely restrained moan and wrapped his hands around your leather-clad ass, his large hands directed you and pushed you to keep humping his desperate dick through his jeans. He looked up at you again with nothing but deep affection and thirst, like the song you sang to him, he was drinking you in, you were his own personal brand of drug and he was close to whiting out. You looked down at him through thick lashes as your hair fell in his face. You continued.

Not a minute too soon Your love came through for me You are the water in my desert Not a minute too soon Your love got through to me You rescued me just in the nick of time Not a minute too soon Your love came through for me You are the water, yeah, you are the water

Eddie was so close, so fucking close. He hadn't creamed in his trousers since he was a pre-teen but fuck you made it impossible, the way you sounded, the way you sang to him, the love in those lyrics, he could feel the truth. Fuck his heart hurt so badly in such a good way right now. He was going through all the ways he could keep you in his life. If he could afford a ring he'd marry you tomorrow, He could feel tears leaking down his eyes as he gazed upon your face. You tried to convey as much as you could with your words and your eyes, your own shining with tears. Eddie thought you looked breathtaking. "(Y/N) I'm so close…please…." He moaned, his eyes pleading with you to either stop or grind harder. You smiled sadly and kissed him sweetly. "meet me in the dressing room after" You whispered before you launched yourself off his knees and straight back onto the stage, the crowd erupted again. All you could hear was whistling and cheering, your band mates smiling at you knowingly. You waved at the audience as you continued your final verse.

Not a minute too soon Your love got through to me You rescued me just in the nick of time Not a minute too soon (Not a minute too soon) You are the water in my desert (Not a minute too soon) You know your love came through for me, your love got through to me (Not a minute too soon) I want you to rock me, roll me (Not a minute too soon) I wanna be the one

The song finished and the place went wild! You all smiled at each other and you looked down at your friends again, Robin was losing her mind and the rest of your friends weren't doing much better, even Nancy was screaming and applauding you. The only one that was sat down was Eddie. His hand frantically pushed down his very OBVIOUS problem. He took his jacket off and covered his legs before clapping and screaming for you. You gave him a watery smile and approached the microphone again.

"Thank you so much, folks! Thank you! We've only got three more songs tonight. The fourth one will be our very own creation whilst the other two will be covers, and the next one for you tonight is" You looked straight down at Eddie, a large sadistic smile on your face, he looked at you pleadingly….not that one…any but that one.

"Holy Diver by DIO…..and One…Two…Three…Four…"

The band began again, the cheers were deafening and Eddie Munson Knew he was fucked.

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I hope you liked it folks! Part 2 shall be up relatively soon depending on how much y'all like this one! This is my first Eddie Munson x Reader fic so please let me know what you think!

THE LYRICS DO NOT BELONG TO ME! They belong to Vixen. The source material does also not belong to me! Thank you!

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[steponmeinejghafa]

Face In The Crowd Pt. 1

Summary: The reader is a street magician, and one day, she sees none other than the ever-feared Wraith enjoying one of her shows.

Inej Ghafa x Kerch!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None.

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The night was ordinary. The clubs overflowed with people, hawkers called out for last-minute profits, and the occasional Ravkan tourist group exclaimed at some street performer or the other. The Barrel, though a slum, was forever alive with talent or trickery, which made it a dingy yet magical place in Ketterdam.

Outside on the street, just a few paces from an acrobat, stood an ordinary Kerch girl, her hands working away at a deck of cards smoothly, as she showed tricks to an awestruck ring of people who had gathered around her. Amongst them were adults, children, as well as some tourists, all of whom offered and placed coins in the little hat at the girl's feet.

The tinkling of the money as it hit the hat was music to the magician's ears, and an even broader grin spread over her mischievous features as she showed trick after trick, each more grand than the last.

However, amongst the gasping and exclaiming spectators, there was one person who stood silently, her eyes fixed on the young woman. No one noticed her, and she stood so still she was practically invisible to the people pushing and shoving to get a closer look at the magician.

Normally, no one noticed Inej Ghafa till the last minute, which was usually when she had a knife to their throat. However, she shockingly wasn't missed by the young performer's keen and watchful eye.

The show went on till the crowd decided to thin out and go into the nearby clubs and brothels, leaving the magician with a hat full of change, and a happy heart.

As she stooped to pick up her bag of things, as well as to place the hat inside safely, the girl looked up and met Inej's eye with a calm smile.

"I didn't know the Wraith enjoyed magic shows," laughed the girl, her warm smile hitting the Suli in the heart–something which didn't happen often.

"You'd be surprised," replied Inej, her hands in her pockets. "Are you a street performer during the day, too?"

"Shockingly, no," the magician shook her head, shouldering her bag. "I have the wonderful and entertaining job of being a waitress at that little restaurant down the corner, just past the House of the Blue Iris."

"I didn't catch your name," Inej said, hesitantly, walling beside the girl, who was ignoring calls from the bouncers outside the clubs.

"Oh, I'm Y/n L/n," smiled the girl, Y/n. To the Suli, at the time, the young Kerch seemed like a flower amongst a garden of weeds, down in the Barrel. While everyone was preoccupied and grumpy, this girl found some or the other reason to smile, it seemed.

"Aren't you going to grab a drink like the other performers at this hour?" Inej asked with a frown, as Y/n ignored the fifth bouncer down that street.

"I want to, but the pretty girls are all taken and I haven't enough money to buy myself bread, let alone a proper alcoholic drink," chuckled Y/n. "Sorry, that was dark."

Inej let a small grin ghost over her lips at the performer's attempts to keep things light, and decided to act on how she was feeling. By that, she acted on the sudden burst of kindness she felt towards her, for the Suli was aware of the downsides of living as a tradie in the Barrel.

"Come on over to the Crow Club. Have a drink, and I'll get the bartender to get you some food, too." The Suli suggested hesitantly. After all, she'd only just met the girl, and she was asking her if she could buy her a drink.

Y/n's eyes grew wide as she shook her head, "No, no, I couldn't possibly–"

Inej stopped her with a shake of her head, "Please, I insist."

"I promise to pay you back," said the magician. "Honestly, I'm fine without such luxuries as Friday night treats from pretty women."

"Did you just flirt with me, L/n?" Laughed Inej. It filled Y/n's heart to hear the Wraith's laugh, and knowing that she was the cause of it made it even better.

The Suli steered her to the Crow Club, which was loud and bustling with people. Inej led Y/n to the bar and called for a drink as well as a few sandwiches, just to keep the latter's belly filled.

A Zemeni boy walked up to them, with pearl-handled revolvers glimmering at his hips. "Saints," he gasped dramatically. "Inej Ghafa has brought a guest to the club who isn't a hostage or criminal. Unless..." his gaze fell on Y/n, who was shovelling the sandwiches into her mouth with renowned vigour.

"Shut up, Jesper, she's harmless," sighed Inej. She placed a hand on the magician's shoulder and whispered, "Sorry about him."

"Ah, well, I'll leave you two to getting...acquainted," winked the gunslinger, Jesper, smirking at the Suli, who rolled her eyes and shoved his face back with her hand.

Inej pulled up a chair besideY/n and leaned her crossed arms on the bartop.

"So," she said respectfully, "Tell me a little more about yourself."

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Hi, I'm Anne! I hope you enjoyed this imagine and stay tuned for the next part <3 Feel free to request any character's imagine, btw!

#inej ghafa #inej ghafa x femreader #this woman can step on me and i would say thank you #shadow and bone #x fem!reader

[bellezabelize]

✨Weekly Tag Wednesday!✨

Tho here, it's already Thursday

Thanks for the tag @jrooc ♡. I'm a tumblr loner, so no tags from me 😅 hahaha.

how is your day going? Pretty damn shite, have another two hours to work through with an attention span of a goldfish.

are you okay? Nah, if it wasn't for meds I would have a full on depressive episode.

are you single? Indeed.

are you happy about that? Yes, I don't do romance, tho I think it might be nice to have someone to come back to and share the daily shit with.

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour? Obviously it's Hamlindigo blue 💙.

what age do you feel in your brain? Good question, it tends to swing between 19 and 69.

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you? Both? Had a few years between severe depressive episodes, when I was doing crazy shit while maniac, but other than that I don't think I was ever truly happy in a healthy way and currently my life is shit, so I can only hope the actual good times are ahead of me.

do you have a best friend? Yeah, I do.

did you have a childhood pet? Yes, I had crazy-aggressive rabbit and few other pets, till I finally got my mum to get me my dream dog - a foxterrier. Been with me for 12 years - sadly she passed away when I was about 21.

do you light candles or incense? Incense, then I read tarot for shits and giggles, but apparently what I see helps some people so that's nice? I'm basically younger version of Professor Trelawney, and my room smells like her classroom, lol.

are you busy Friday night? Yeah, team outing. I would skip it, but I've already missed the last one and don't want to be accused of not being into company values. I will have one beer and go home.

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in? I used to do gymnastics and I do aireal yoga sometimes so maybe something involving that.

what's the last thing you created? An invoice, lol. Apart from that, the lunch I had today at work - considering I enjoyed it despite the lack of appetite, it was pretty fuckin good.

what is your favourite outfit? Either my pale blue dress, or black tennis skirt with some nice sweater. Unless I'm depressed like today, then oversized hoodie and some yoga pants.

what is your favourite fic or book of all time? Fuck, I have too many. Maybe from the top of my head "The Dead Zone" for a book and "Stages of Hope" for a fic.

what are you looking forward to? Long term, getting a new job and leaving my shithole of a country, as for today, smoking weed, cuddling with my cat and reading/watching something.

what can put you immediately in a better mood? Fanfictin and Shayne Topp reading reddit stories.

do you like hugs? Depends, I'm very particular about who can hug me. I can really like someone and feel awkward when they hug me, or I can meet someone for the first time and feel comfortable in their arms

what is something you wish people understood about you? I’m bitchy and won't sugar-coat, but I will go an extra mile to help you, if you're my friend. Also, I'm not just moody, I'm bipolar. I can ghost people for a week, not because I feel like ignoring them but because holding a conversation even getting out of bed is too much of an effort. And when I go overly mad, that's because I'm maniac, and not just being dramatic for the sake of causing drama. My bank account is really sad when that happens, lol.

#tag game #probably tmi