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Don’t You Dare

Eddie lets his impulsiveness take over and one thing leads to another... things get messy.

This one goes into piss kink a bit, not something I’ve delved into before, hopefully it’s good 😅 There will also be a part two eventually to incorporate a request a little more.

Minors DNI

Contains: Piss Kink, Tickling, Bestfriend!Eddie/Reader, Unprotected Sex, Slightest Dom!Eddie If You Squint

You and Eddie were just hanging out in his room, splayed out over his bed, a fairly common occurrence for you and your best friend. He’s reading a book, back propped up against the wall behind him. You lay on your front, facing the foot of his bed doodling in a notebook humming along to the record he had put on.

Eddie glances over at you, peering over the cover of his book, cheeky grin spreading across his face. He closes the book tucking it away on his nightstand, before lunging at you unexpectedly, full body tackling you. You let out a breath as the wind is knocked out of you, he flips you over hauling you up the bed to lay against the pillows.

You catch your breath and gasp out, “What the fuck was that for, Munson?”

“Just wanted to say ‘hi’.” He grins down at you manically.

“Ok, fine. Hi. Now can I get back to what I was doing?” You try to remain stern, but you can’t help the slight upturn of your lips.

He grabs both your wrists in one of his hands, stretching your arms above you, pinning them to the mattress. The hem of your shirt rides up in the process, exposing a sliver of your abdomen.

“Uh… what are you doing?” Confusion creeps into your tone.

“Just having some fun.” He smirks skimming the fingertips of his free hand over your side in a way that makes you squirm beneath him.

“Eds, stoooop that tickles.” You shriek.

He chuckles at you and his fingers continue to dance up and down your side teasingly and you erupt into peals of laughter. He pauses for a moment before flipping the edge of your shirt up exposing more of your navel, he leans in, his face inches from your bellybutton his smirk never dropping. You can see the cogs turning in his brain.

“Edward Theodore Munson! Don’t. You. Dare.”

“Oh, you’re bringing my government name into this, are you? What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’ll kick you in the face.” You huff.

“Oh, I don’t think you would… even if you could.” He smirks mischievously at you.

“I would so, you know about the time I split that girl’s lip in gym class.”

“Yeah, I also know it was by accident and you cried about it after.”

“Ok, so it was an accident, but I didn’t fucking cry about it.”

“Go ahead then try it.” He challenges you.

You realise you actually can’t, he’s got your legs pinned under his own, your arms trapped in his surprisingly strong grip. You buck up against him experimentally, but he barely shifts.

“So, what now huh? You got nothing. So, I’m just gonna…”

He leans in pressing his lips to your skin and blows a raspberry against you, you’re laughing and squirming again. He continues blowing raspberries against your stomach, you’re overcome by a sensation all too familiar while being tickled. It’s a strange pressure on your bladder with every laugh, a quiver of your pelvic floor. You hated that your body reacted like this to being tickled, God forbid you actually pissed yourself.

“Stop… I’m gonna pee… please stop.” You beg between giggles.

You freeze suddenly and so does he, as you feel something hard and warm and throbbing press against your thigh, the urge to pee subsides as his tickling stops.

“Uh, Eds… was that…?” A heat rises in your cheeks and spreads all over, setting your whole body aflame at the realisation.

He releases your wrists faster than lightning and is scrambling backwards to the foot of the bed, his own cheeks colouring in embarrassment.

“Oh god, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I just, I… well, you were wriggling against me and I… you’re so pretty and… and I got a little excited and… oh no, no, no…” He buries his face in his palms groaning.

“You… you think I’m pretty?” You look over to him bashfully.

He looks up at you wide-eyed, “You’re… You’re not mad… you don’t think it’s gross… you don’t think I’m gross?”

“What? No, of course I don’t think you’re gross… actually, that was kinda hot.”

He splutters in disbelief, “You’re shitting me right now.”

“No, I’m not… I, uh, I think you’re pretty too.”

He giggles nervously, “Really?”

“Yeah…” you crawl forwards closer to him, glancing down at the prominent bulge in his jeans, “… maybe… maybe I could help with this uhh situation you’ve got going on?”

“Oh, fuck… please, would you?” He whines.

You look into his big brown eyes, “Eddie, I would love to.”

You push yourself between his legs and place your hands on either side of his face, leaning in to capture his lips in a gentle kiss. He takes a second to respond, but when he does, he’s pushing you back, pinning your arms above you again.

You gasp into the kiss and he slips his tongue in alongside your own. You can feel him pressing up against you, whether he realises it or not, you can feel the hard press of his cock and it sends a pulse straight to your clit. The pair of you moan into the kiss, eager for more.

You put a hand to his chest and you break apart breathlessly.

He groans deep in the back of his throat, “Shit, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

You grin up at him, “You shoulda said so sooner.”

He gapes at you, “Me? What about you, you coulda done something too!”

“Coulda, shoulda, woulda… we’re here now, that’s all that matters. So, you gonna fuck me Munson?”

“Oh god, oh fuck yes sweetheart. C’mere.” He pulls you against him firmly, kissing you again.

His hands begin to wander down your torso to the hem of your shirt, he mumbles against your lips, “This ok?”

You nod, forehead bumping against his and he continues stripping away your top. Once he gets it off, he tosses it aside blindly, gaze locked on your exposed form. You tug on his shirt in return and he gets the picture, brushing your hands aside and ridding himself of his own shirt, he tosses that aside too.

You wriggle out of your pants as his hands move down to his belt buckle. You both stare at each other appreciatively, left only in your underwear, the pair of you.

His hard length is even more prominent now, in only his baggy blue and white chequered boxers. His hand trails over one of your bra straps, fingers hooking underneath it.

You break his trance with your soft words, “You can take it off if you want.”

He looks up from your chest, giving you a curious hum, “Hmmm?”

You lean forward slightly to give him better access, “The bra. You can take it off me. See my tits, play with them… I um when I… you know, I like to roll my nipples between my fingers… feels good.”

“You… you’d let me…?”

“I’d let you do anything you want, especially right now. ‘M so fucking wet and horny.”

“Oh, fuck… you can’t just say things like that.” He groans, his calloused fingers move to fumble with the clasp at the back.

“But it’s true, I’ve um… I’ve thought about this before. When I touch myself, like to pretend it’s you… but your hands are so much bigger than mine… fingers are thicker. Show me what it feels like?”

His hands falter at your words before he finally gets the bra undone, he breathes out, “Jesus H Christ, you’re gonna fucking kill me sweetheart.”

You pull your arms free of the straps and fling it across the room not caring where it lands. You grab his shaky hands and guide them to your breasts, your nipples peaking against his palms. He gives an experimental squeeze and you gasp in response.

“N-nipples you said… you want me to play with your nipples?”

You nod vigorously, “Please Eddie.”

He grinds against you without meaning to eliciting a needy whine from you, which he returns with a deep groan of his own.

His hands shift to pinch each of your nipples between the thumb and forefinger of his respective hands. You arch your back, pushing your chest into his hands letting out a little moan as he starts rolling your nipples between his fingers, flooding your panties with your arousal.

“Shit, so responsive. You must be so sensitive here sweetheart.”

You hum in response, “Mmhmm… feels good.”

“Can I… can I touch your…”

You interrupt him breathily before he can finish, “Yes. Please, I wanna feel your hands all over me.”

“O-ok…” He begins trailing one hand down your side, you squirm a bit under his ghosting, hesitant touch, it tickles a little.

He pauses when he gets to the waistband of your panties, hooking a finger under them, teasing you softly. He glances down and groans at the sight of the wet patch forming at your crotch, “Goddamn, you’re fucking wet, just look at that. Is that because of me?”

He rubs his fingers along the sodden fabric and you gasp in response, “Fuck yes, Eddie it’s ‘cause of you. All for you.”

“Shit, gonna make me fucking cum in my boxers talking like that.”

“S-sorry… please… p-please ke-keep touching me.”

“With pleasure, sweetheart.” He pulls the damp fabric to the side, his fingers move to glide over your folds collecting the wetness and swirling it up to your clit.

You let out a shuddering gasp at the sensation and he continues, “Wanted to feel my fingers… right? You want me to stretch you out with my thick fingers?”

You nod desperately with a whine, “Pleeeeeassse…”

One of his fingers dips down to tease your dripping hole, before sliding it in, he starts off slow, encouraged by your soft whines and moans. He picks up the pace when you start pushing back at him with your hips.

You can’t help the needy little groan that escapes your lips at the loss of contact when he retracts his fingers from your slick channel. He tugs your panties the rest of the way down and trails his hand back up your leg.

He rests his hand on your thigh, squeezing the plump flesh, his other hand comes to join at your other thigh. He gently spreads your legs, practically drooling at the sight of your glistening cunt, arousal stringing between your legs as they come apart for him.

“God, I wanna take a photo of that.” He breathes out in awe.

You whine back, “Eddddieee, you can do that next time, just hurry up and stop teasing me.”

“Next time? There’s gonna be a next time?” He gasps incredulously, eyes darting up to yours and bugging out.

“Of course there’ll be a next time and if I have my way a next and a next and every other time after that. But I’d really appreciate it if you could fuck me now.”

“Christ ok, yeah just… I need to get a condom.”

He shifts, moving to get off the bed, but you grab his arm halting his movements, “‘S fine Eds I’m on birth control… ‘sides I wanna feel you inside me, really feel you… feel your cum as you fuck into me.”

He presses his lips into a close line, eyes rolling skyward as he shouts into the air rhetorically, “Why god must you test me?”

“Oh, shut up. C’mere.” You pull him back towards you with the grip on his arm, he falls against you and you press your lips to his once more.

His mouth moves with your own until you tangle a hand into his mop of curls and give it a tug. He pulls off of your lips with a groan and you trail a hand down his chest until you reach his boxers. You glance down and then back up at him, he gives a subtle nod as you begin dragging his boxers down his legs.

His weepy, flushed cock slaps up against his navel, he wriggles the rest of the way out of his boxers, kicking them off his legs. The two of you share a brief look, Eddie begins shakily “Y-you sure about this? You can-”

You cut him off, “Yes, are you sure?”

“Absolutely. More than anything sweetheart.”

“Good. Then get to it and fuck me, Munson.”

He chuckles, little grin breaking out over his lips before he wraps a hand around the base of his dick, one last little look into your eyes before his gaze drops between your thighs. He drags the head of his cock over your slick folds, his pre-cum mingling with your wetness. He nudges against your clit with a few passes of his tip, sending pulses through your needy cunt.

He ventures lower with the tip of his cock, probing teasingly at your entrance. A soft groan slips from your lips to be matched by one of his own as he sinks further into your wet heat. Once fully seat against you, hip to hip, buried balls deep he rests his head against yours.

He lets out a low groan, “God, you feel ss-so goood…”

You whine back, “M-mmove please…”

He gives a few shallow thrusts at first before pulling back even further and slamming back in.

“Fffuuck… like that, more please.” You pant.

His hands move to your thighs once more, spreading them even wider allowing him to sink in even further, both of your needy, desperate sounds combine with the squeak of the bedsprings beneath you.

His thrusts begin to slow, a mischievous look passing over his features, “Seems like I got you pinned again… what if I…”

He reaches over and prods at your side, fingers dancing over the skin. Your giggles are cut short by a broken moan as your muscles flutter and clamp down on his length, pressure in your bladder mounting suddenly.

He tickles your sides again, with his length still buried deep inside you, making you squirm and giggle anew, “God, that feels soooo good, the way you squeeze around me when you laugh.”

“Noooo, please stop I will actually pee.” You whine pathetically and he groans in response.

“Go right ahead, ‘m not gonna stop you.” He makes no other moves but to resume thrusting into you.

“But you’re not letting me up.” You pout up at him.

“Yeah just… just go like this, with me inside you.” He pants out.

“What? No, I can’t… that’s embarrassing Eds.” You whimper turning your head away.

“I don’t think so, I think it’s hot.” He assures you with a groan.

“What? No… really?” You look up at him wide-eyed, with a scandalised gasp.

‘Uh yeah… I mean if that’s ok with you.” He avoids your gaze.

“O-ok…” You reply shakily, he looks back to you and you meet his dark eyes. “Yeah, we can try it if you want.” You assert more firmly.

He lets out a strangled moan and drops his hand between you, his thumb rolling around your clit and your walls begin to flutter around him.

“Do ya think you could cum and pee at the same time?” He asks hopefully.

“I dunno… now that I’m trying to pee, it’s like my brain won’t let me.” You whine helplessly.

“Here, maybe I can help.” He offers moving his other hand to press down on your bladder, while the one at your clit increases its pace.

“Oh god, Eddie…” You moan, hands fisting into the sheets beneath you, crumpling them.

You can feel your walls clamping down on him as you gush around him a mixture of cum and piss trickling out of your wrecked hole, soaking his dick and balls.

He’s following along after you all too quickly, adding his own release to the mix as you feel him throbbing within your slick channel. When he pulls out the fluids leak from you obscenely, pooling on the mattress beneath you. He collapses on top of you, pressing his forehead into your own pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“God, that was so dirty.” You mumble against him.

“Yeah, never cum so hard in my life.” He sighs.

“Ugggh, but now we have to clean up. It’s such a fucking mess.” You pout at him.

He pulls back, reaching up with a hand to sweep stray hairs away from your face, “Sweetheart, don’t even worry about that. You go take a shower if you want, I’ll deal with the rest.”

“If you’re sure…”

“Yes, I’m sure. Just… one sec.” He peers over the side of the bed reaching to pick up his shirt. He wipes away any residue remaining on both yours and his lower halves with the balled-up fabric.

He looks back up to you with a soft smile, “Ok, there… now ummm I’ll get you some of my clothes to change into… if you want?”

You smile back and give him a nod, “Sounds good.”

He rolls off of you and moves to his wardrobe pulling out a few items for you before returning to your side. You sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed and he slots himself in between them, handing you the clothes, “Here these should be alright, yeah?”

You take the offered bundle without question, “I’m sure it’ll be fine. Now, let me up so I actually can shower.”

He takes a step back and pulls you to your feet, you giggle and make your way to the bathroom. Eddie busies himself with stripping off his bedding and tossing everything into the wash while you scrub away in contemplation under the spray of the shower head.

When you emerge freshly showered, wearing Eddie’s clothes, you find him leaning back against the washing machine in the kitchen in just his boxers.

He looks up at your approach, shifting awkwardly, “So… uh, we gonna talk about what happened?”

You give him a reassuring smile and a slight nod, “Yeah, let’s talk…”

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spiderrrling · 2 years

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I dare you - Eddie Munson x F!Reader Smut 18+

Summary - You dare Eddie to go a week without masturbating, and it becomes a little too intense for both of you

Word count - 6k (not all of it is smut ok? there is a build)

Warnings - Intense smut, oral sex (f recieving), piv sex, biting, hickeys, kissing, undressing, grinding, slightly rough top eddie, mutual pining, has not been beta or even proof read

A/N - i have no words, i hope you enjoy

Masterlist - Taglist - Requests are open

18+ minors do not engage

You were lying flat on your stomach on Eddie Munsons bed. It was Sunday evening, meaning time was running slowly like syrup and you were both dreading having to go into school the next day.

The two of you had been hanging around his trailer all day, doing nothing but smoking and taking turns reading out loud to each other from one of the various books that were littered around Eddie’s room.

“Wait, hang on, I want to show you this drawing I did for you.”

“For me?” Your eyes widened and you felt yourself get excited. You had seen tons of his drawings before, and he loved showing them to you, but there was always something special when he made art just for you. “Don’t go getting all high and mighty on me, it’s just a doodle.” Eddie teased you, he left his comfortable spot next to you to find it.

“Shit- where did I put it.” He mumbled to himself beneath his breath as he started looking around the absolute mess that was his bedroom. “I know I put it here… somewhere.”

Somewhere was a pretty tall order, given the current state of his room. The floor was completely covered, barring a small path carved out between the piles of clothes so he could actually walk to his bed.

And his desk was barely visible beneath the stacks upon stacks of paper and books that decorated the surface. As Eddie rummaged through his room you let your eyes wander and realised just how many… sensitive items he always had lying about.

The handcuffs were no secret, as they were proudly displayed where they hung on the wall. Or the bottle of lube that stood on the nightstand. But there were smaller things that you hadn’t realised before.

Seeing him toss a couple of stray socks towards his laundry basket you couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. Additionally you could spot more than one slightly suspicious rag or towel on the floor.

You had practically grown up with Eddie, ever since your first middle school talent show you had been joined at the hip. Even when Eddie finished middle school ahead of you, you stayed friends.

Part of you was intrigued by this part of him. You had always been close with Eddie, but also always just friends, nothing more. Not that the thought hadn’t crossed your mind, the natural charm Eddie carried with him made it impossible to not fall in love with him at least a little bit. And Eddie was usually always a little handsy with you whenever you were alone. You just never expected him to have had the same thought. And if he somehow had, would he even be interested?

What you didn’t know is that it had. On so many occasions that thought lived in Eddie’s mind for hours on end. Such as right now. Your legs were covered in ink doodles which he had drawn on you while you had been reading to him. You knew the two of you made a very strange pair, even as friends. The first time you had met Eddie Munson you had been sitting backstage at the middle school talent show after falling during your cheer routine and scraping your knee.

Eddie had sat with you, he made you laugh and temporarily forget the throbbing pain coming from your knee. That is when you found out that Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, was still a freak but a really nice one at that.

At some point you had drifted apart a little bit, when Eddie went through his angry and horny teenager phase, his words. And he had promised that had outgrown it, but only the angry part it seemed. But when he found out you were buying weed from another dealer and being totally screwed over, he took it into his own hands to befriend you again.

You had just wanted some relief from the various stresses of your day to day life, and you knew that more than one of your fellow cheer team mates also smoked, so why the hell not?

However, you did find something that was way more addictive than drugs, Eddie Munson. The slightly mysterious and standoffish boy which turned out to be this goofy sweetheart with a heart of gold. Who also just happened to really appreciate your company as well.

And it wasn’t long before you started hanging out regularly, spending your free periods together at school, or hanging out in his trailer over the weekends. He would pick you up from late night practices when both of your parents were working late. Eddie quickly became an integral part of your life again. He even showed up to every single one of your cheer games just to support you.

But he had never managed to convince you to come to Hellfire, you had always been scared of being the odd one out or accused of favouritism.

“Found it!” Eddie exclaimed proudly and held up the paper for you to see. His words ripped you from your thoughts, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you saw what he had drawn for you. It was a sketch of one of the Dungeons and Dragons characters they had created together, but you had never played it. “What! It’s not good?”

Eddie faked his hurt and clutched his hand to his heart as he dramatically fell onto the bed next to you. His arms wrapped around you to pull you closer towards him. “How will I ever recover from this betrayal?”

You laughed and tried to push him away as you protested. “God no- who knows where those hands have been.”

“Are you calling me unhygienic?”

“No, I’m calling you a total horn dog Munson.” You teased and laughed at him before playfully shoving at his shoulder. “I think you might actually have a problem, y’know considering everything around here.”

It was no secret to anyone who knew him, Eddie Munson was constantly horny. What it was caused by could mostly be explained by the fact that he was a relatively young man with needs and urges.

“Who, me? Absolutely not.” Eddie rolled over on his side and used his arm to prop himself up. “I can stop whenever I want.” He claimed almost a little too proudly. “I just don’t see why I would ever want to.”

And as he said that, a deliciously evil idea fell into your head and you started hatching a little plan.

“Ok then.” You said and paused for a second, making sure that you had his full attention. His eyes came up to meet yours, those big brown doe eyes were always just a little too tempting. “I dare you to go a week without jerking off or sex.”

Eddie immediately burst out laughing.

“Well if it’s as easy as you say it is, then it shouldn’t be an issue right?” That made Eddie pause for a second. Were you taunting him? Would you do that?” “I’ll even do it with you, how about that?”

You were absolutely taunting him.

“Well I suppose the sex part won’t be difficult for you.” Eddie couldn’t help himself, if you were going to taunt him he was going to taung you right back. “I’m being serious!”

“So if I accept and I win this little challenge of yours, what’s in it for me?” Eddie raised his eyebrows questioningly as he looked at where you were laying. “What is my prize?”

You bit your bottom lip and thought it over for a second, you knew exactly what you could offer him which would make him fold. But you were also worried if you agreed he might actually manage to complete your challenge.

“If you win, big if, I will join a session of Hellfire, and I’ll even let you add whatever details you want to my character sheet.” The thought of the reward made Eddie’s eyes light up with a slight sparkle, and in that moment you knew you had him on the hook. “But if you lose, what do I get?”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that sweetheart, this will be the easiest bet I’ve ever had to win.” He shot you a teasing look before he gave you a wink. Eddie’s voice was so smug you had to resist the urge to slap him. If there was one thing Eddie enjoyed, it was his own antics.

Eddie leaned over and offered you his hand, which you took and shook it, confirming their little bet. “May the best person win.” You said and squeezed his hand.

“I will.” Eddie responded.

Your bet started Sunday evening and Eddie wasn’t worried at all about your little challenge. A walk in the park he thought. But it didn’t take long for that to change and become increasingly more difficult.

Already by Tuesday afternoon he had started to realise that you might have a point, he was a total horn dog. Damn it he hated it when you were correct.

But currently he hated you more for the challenge you were making him undergo. And he was becoming more and more convinced you were doing this to taunt him. Already on Tuesday he noticed the changes in your wardrobe, wearing shirts that were a little too tight and skirts that were a little too short.

You would see him in the hallway and wave at him or flash him a cheeky smile, making his heart race a million miles a minute.

When Tuesday came around he was becoming increasingly agitated, and on Wednesday he was down right frustrating to be around. His leg was bouncing all day long and he thought he was going to go crazy from the restlessness.

Eddie kept snapping at people during lunch. And none of this was made better by the fact that he simply could not stop thinking about her. You were the reason he was in this hell to begin with.

And it didn’t take long for his mind to start wondering. Mentally exploring all kinds of dirty scenarios. The thought of bending you over, or laying you down on his bed became constant in his mind. You occupied so much room in his mind it became difficult for him to think.

By Thursday Eddie had become increasingly more agitated and stressed. And there had been no outlet for these feelings this week, and there was no way in hell he would be dishonest and lie to you.

When he picked you up from practice Thursday evening you slid into his passenger seat with the same ease you always did and flashed him a smile.

“You still holding out Munson?” You chuckled to yourself and pressed play on the car stereo. “Have I won yet?”

“No, I am still holding out strong sweetheart. You seem to be underestimating me.” Eddie had to take a deep breath and push down the frustration that was rising in his chest. He would not be able to handle it for long if you kept up with your regular teasing.

“Then I must congratulate you on your efforts so far, let's see if they last.”

Neither of you said anything the rest of the drive back to your house.

By second period Friday morning Eddie was convinced it was the worst day of his life. For the game that evening all the cheerleaders were dressed up in their uniforms. Your uniform had always been his weakness. Usually he could handle seeing you in it, granted he could jerk off while fantasising about you later.

Everything about you, the way you had done your hair, your make up, the cut of the uniform against your upper arms, and how fucking short that skirt was. It drove him absolutely insane, and Eddie knew that simply just jerking off could never satisfy the need that washed over him when he saw her.

From the second he had walked into school that morning you had been prepared, you knew the uniform would cause the reaction it did. The short skirt hitting your upper thighs just right to drive him crazy.

It wasn’t planned, it was just a very happy coincidence that it happened to be game day. And whenever you would see Eddie you just had to dial it up all the way. Batting your eyes at him, or giving him the brightest smile you could. You wanted to break him. Wanted to see his smugness taken down a peg. You wanted to win, and you were determined to do anything in your power to make it happen.

“Come to the game later?” You approached him during lunch where he was sitting with the rest of the members of the Hellfire club. You leaned over the table to where he was sitting so you could slide him a ticket. Knowing that from this angle he could absolutely be able to look down your shirt. “Please?”

Eddie had already been planning on making it to the game. He didn’t care one bit for the sport but he loved to watch you cheer. You always looked so free and without a care in the world. And getting to peek up your skirt now and then was just an added bonus. However today he was going to need a miracle to make it through.

He simply took the ticket from the table and nodded “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“What the hell was that?” Gareth asked after you had walked away, but Eddie never answered. And you knew you had him.

By the time the game rolled around Eddie still hadn’t recovered from your encounter in the cafeteria. But he was not about to let you down, no matter how much you were infuriating him. Eddie could swear you were doing it on purpose. And you were.

The game passed in a blurr, that was until he heard someone behind him starting to talk about you.

It wasn’t uncommon for Eddie to overhear some snide comment about you, or see someone looking at you wrong during games. And normally he could handle it, but with the week he had been having, anger and frustration rose in his chest quicker than he realised.

People shouldn’t be looking at you that way, or talking about you like that. A part of him felt slightly guilty that he had jerked off to the mental picture of you more than once. You were his friend, one of his closest friends. But at the same time he wasn’t sure what to make of your relationship.

It had always been a little bit flirty in nature, and you would always riff off each other. Eddie had once called you sweetheart sarcastically but now that word had made its way into his daily vocabulary.

And he really did mean it too. His voice would always get just a little bit softer when he said it. It wasn’t his fault that you were the most beautiful person he had ever met. How was he not supposed to fall in love with you?

So when he heard that comment, from that insolent little worm of a sophomore about you. He finally just lost it. Eddie wasn’t a violent person, but before he knew what he was doing he had grabbed the sophomore’s collar and pushed him to the ground.

The rest was a blur, he was kicked out of the game and spent the rest of the time waiting for the game to finish.

He couldn’t blame the little worm for having those thoughts, because he had been having the same ones. His eyes had been glued to you throughout the entire game. The way you shook your pom poms, the intermission dance routine, every jump, split, kick.

This should not be so difficult for him. And he knew he sure was hell should not be having these thoughts. But if he told you, and you rejected him he didn’t know if he could take that. But for the life of him he could not stop thinking about you, about your body. Wondering how you’d look bent over his bed, skirt hiked up around your hips and underwear pushed to the side.

Sitting on the floor outside the gym Eddie only knew one thing for sure, he was going to make you pay, and maybe if he was lucky he was going to make you cry.

“What are you doing now?” Eddie approached you when the gym had cleared out a little bit. “We we’re going to get food to celebrate do you want-”

“Tell them you can’t make it, come with me to mine, get your stuff.” From his tone you could tell this was not a request.

Eddie said nothing the whole drive back to his trailer, he gripped to the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He slammed his car door with such force you worried he might accidentally break it.

“What do you think you are doing? Do you think this is funny?” Eddie asked the second the door to his trailed shut behind you.

“Think what is funny?” You knew exactly what he was talking about, but you couldn’t help but play dumb, because yeah it actually was really fun seeing him this pent up. You figured you had finally pushed him right up to the edge, and you were determined to push him over it.

“Oh that’s cute.” His tone was harsh, but his words were soft. “I think you know exactly what I am talking about.” He was definitely going to make you cry. “Your little bet, the revealing outfits, your showcase during lunch, this!” Eddie gesutered wildly to you, referencing your uniform. “You think all of this is funny?”

“Awe, are you struggling with my little challenge?” You absolutely could not resist teasing him, a part of you desperately needing him to pick up on the hints you were laying down. “Anything I can help you with?”

Then before you could react, your back was pressed up against the wall, Eddie’s hands gripping your hips and his lips crashed against yours.

Teeth and tongues meeting in a desperate, needy, open mouthed kiss. His teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.

“Your little bet has been driving me crazy.” Eddie mumbled to you between desperate kisses. “Haven’t been able to think about anything but you all week sweetheart.” He had used the nickname for you so many times before, but this time, in this setting it was special.

“So what do you say?” Eddie didn’t need to say

“You know part of the bet was no sex right?” You would be lying if you said you didn’t want him, this week hadn’t been easy on you either, and if you were being honest you wanted him, so bad.

“But if I fuck you, then that means we both lose right?” Eddie quipped right back at you, tired of this game the two of you had been playing for so long, he needed you. You couldn’t do anything but nod in response and his lips met yours again.

You could feel the slightest stubble of his chin, indicating that he hadn’t shaved for the past couple of days. And his mouth tasted like that morning's mouthwash and this lunch’s cigarettes.

His hands cupping your face, desperately trying to bring you closer to him despite literally having your body flush against his. Eddie knew he would never be able to get enough of the feeling of your lips against his.

Eddie’s hands slid down your body and snaked beneath your thighs, lifting one of them around his waist, signalling for you to wrap your legs around him which you gladly did. His hands rested against your ass as he started carrying you further inside the trailer and to his room, carefully dropping you on your back onto his bed. Your need for him growing with each painstaking second that passed.

And Eddie was far beyond the point where he wanted you, he needed you, like yesterday.

His fingers grasping at the hem of your cheer top and you responded by lifting your arms above your head. His lips left yours for a moment while he pulled the article of clothing off your body, tossing it somewhere in the trailer. You hissed slightly at the feeling of the cold hair hitting your exposed body.

Eddie took a moment to look at your exposed chest as you were left standing only in your skirt and bra. “Fuck… my imagination fucking sucks.” He whispered before he placed one of his hands on your waist, holding you close to him, the other slowly started exploring your exposed skin. “You tell me if this becomes too much ok?”

You nodded again before he leaned in and kissed the top of one of your breasts. His arm moved around to hold the clasp of your bra between his fingers. “This is in the way.” He laughed against your skin. “You can take it off you know?”

That was all he needed, snapping off your bra and sliding it off your chest. “Beautiful.” He whispered against your skin. His arms moved around you and pulled you into his lap. Letting you straddle his lap.

You playfully tugged at the hem of his shirt trying to signal to him to take it off. “I guess fair is fair.” Eddie laughed and ripped off his shirt to pull it off. The sight of his bare chest in front of you left you speechless for a second. The black ink of his tattoos sneaking along his bare chest and you could see his classic guitar pick

“Enjoying what you see? Because I sure do.” That's when you felt him beneath you, hard and poking against your thigh, the feeling was only turning you on further, the aching in your core becoming increasingly more difficult to withstand.

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you buried your face in Eddie’s shoulder. He gently ran his fingers over you bare back, enjoying the feeling of so much of your skin against his. “We can stop if you want.” Eddie said the words reluctantly, stopping was the last thing he wanted to do in this moment.

“I don’t want to stop.” You mumbled against his skin, and he let out a small sigh of relief. “Just… nervous.”

“You have nothing to be nervous about.” Eddie tangled his fingers in your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back so he could look at you. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

You nodded gently and Eddie captured your lips with his once more, quickly deepening the kiss. His hands tugged at the roots of your hair, and he was rewarded by a small moan that slipped between your lips. He had never heard anything so heavenly before.

Eddie flipped you over, once more resting you on your back and climbing on top of you. He ran his hand down your cheek and grabbed you by the chin, tilting your head back to make eye contact with him before he kissed you again. And he kissed, and kissed, and kissed. Eddie kissed until he was worried he might pass out. His kisses spread and trailed down your body, your jaw, your neck, your collarbones.

He gently nipped at the soft skin with his teeth and ran his tongue over the sore spot apologetically when he heard you whine.

Even though he was desperate for you, and his cock was just aching to be inside of you, he wanted to take his sweet time with you. Because in his mind this might be the only time he got to do this.

Eddie places kisses across your boobs and chuckled to himself as your nippes hardened below his lips. Trailing kisses down your soft stomach before he got to the band of your cheer skirt.

“So what do you say? Gonna let me eat you out?” Had you not been so needy for him the question might have embarrassed you, but right now you couldn’t care and only nodded in response.

“I’m going to keep this on ok?” He said it like a question, but you knew he was only making you aware of his plans. Instead of taking the skirt off he pushed it up to your hips, flipping the fabric up and you immediately clenched your thighs together out of habit.

“No no sweetheart, you’re going to have to let me see.” Eddie whispered as you let him pull your thighs apart, heat rushed to your cheeks as he saw the wet patch that had started growing on your panties. “My god, you’re already so wet.”

Eddie ran his index finger over your panties, slowly dragging them over the damp spot you had created. “You know these are my favourite colour right?”

Of course you did, they were black. He leaned in closer, his warm breath so close to where you were most sensitive sent goose bumps across your skin.

“But- forgive me as I think they would look better on the floor.” Eddie’s fingers hooked themselves into the waistband of your panties and tore them off your legs quickly, removing them in one swift motion before readjusting himself in front of you.

His hands rested on your thighs and you could feel the cold bite of his rings against your flushed skin. Eddie placed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, a sigh leaving your lips as he did.

“You’re already so excited for me… so perfect.” Eddie didn’t give you any warning as he leaned in and ran his tongue through your soaked folds, the sudden movement making your thighs stiffen up and you squirmed beneath his touch as Eddie slowly started sucking at your clit.

Eddie looked up at you from between your thighs as he slowly started working you over. God the look on your face was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. Your eyes closed, head thrown back into the pillow, eyebrows knitted tightly together as praises with his name spilled from your lips.

His tongue dipped in and out, circling and sucking at your folds and clit. Each moan and whimper that fell from your lips just edged him on further. He loved hearing his own name spill from your lips like it was a prayer to a god.

He would never be able to get enough of this, so for now he would have to make it count.

Your back arched from the bed and moans spilled from your lips as he continued to toy with you. Eddie moved one of his hands onto your stomach and pressed you back down against the bed. He showed no sign of slowing down. Your thigh started to tremble ever so slightly under his hand as he ate you out. “Eddie I’m gonna cum.” Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt yourself coming dangerously close to your release.

“No no no no, you can’t come just yet.” Eddie pulled away just a couple of inches from your soppy heat and a whine left your lips as he placed another kiss against the inside of your thigh. “A couple more minutes, you owe me that for all the teasing you’ve been doing.” He practically demanded.

“I- I can’t.” You managed to croak out.

“Yes you can, come on be good for me.” With that Eddie went back to feasting on her, sucking harder at your clit making you whimper louder.

“Eddie.” You moaned his name louder this time and felt herself approach the edge of your orgasm once more. “Just one more minute, focus now.” He mumbled directly against your pussy and the vibrations were almost too much for you to handle.

Eddie pressed a finger against your leaking entrance, gently circling it with his index finger, almost warning you of what was to come. Before you could react he pushed his finger into you and he groaned as he felt how tight you were around it, only imagining what it would be like to fuck you later. Eddie smirked as he found your g-spot, ever so slightly curling his finger against it, making your hips jerk forward.

“Come on sweetheart, cum for me.” He finally whispered, his face not leaving your pussy as he spoke. You didn’t need any more encouragement, letting your orgasm wash over you. You clenched around his finger and your eyes slid shut tightly as you rode your high. Eddie was still working you over, slipping in another finger at the tail end of your orgasm, wanting to drag it out for as long as he could.

Eddie’s own hips had been grinding against his mattress, your moans driving him crazy as he craved for his own release. He pulled away from between your legs and said something you couldn’t comprehend. Your mind was clouded by the post orgasm pleasure, chest heaving up and down as beads of sweat formed along your skin.

“What-” You finally said when your mind had cleared just a little bit more. Your brain was completely foggy and you were struggling to think straight.

Eddie tipped your head back and kissed you again, not caring where his mouth had been just moments before.

“May I fuck you now?” He mumbled against your skin, kissing down your neck and jaw, admiring the work he had done earlier. He savoured the touch of your salty skin against his lips and tongue. “Please, I need to fuck you.” A skirk spread across your face as you heard him say please, and you finally realised that he was just as desperate for you as you were for him. Noticing how hard he was and how he had been grinding himself against the bed, desperate for any form of friction or relief.

You nodded excitedly and tugged at his hair so he would get the hint. Eddie smiled widely at her, grabbing your hips and turning you over so your stomach laid against the mattress.

He shuffled off the bed and let the rest of his clothes drop to the floor, and he reached over to his bedside table to grab a condom and the bottle of lube. You tried to turn your head to look at him but he grabbed you by the base of your neck and pushed you back into the pillow. “Stay right there.” He commanded.

He ran his hand up and down the length of his cock a couple of times, groans spilling from his lips that made you desperate to have him fill you up. It didn’t take him long to roll the condom down the length of him.

Eddie ran the head of his cock through your folds, letting your slit coat him. “You ready sweetheart?”

You were just about to open your mouth as he pushed into you, making a loud moan spill from your lips instead. He pushed into you with the slightest amount of force, bottoming out almost instantly, letting his hips still against yours for a moment as he got used to the feeling of you. It was nothing short of heavenly.

“Whoops- seems like you were too slow there.” Eddie said as he slowly pulled back, almost slipping out of you before thrusting back in. The pleasure welled inside you as Eddie started to establish a painstakingly slow pace.

Skin slapped against skin as Eddie kept up his almost brutal thrusts. You were already sensitive from your first orgasm and quickly lost the ability to form any sort of coherent sentences. “God- fuck-” The words you managed to get out were muffled into the pillow, Eddie still kept one hand at the back of your neck keeping you in the position he wanted.

“God isn’t the person you want to be praying to right now sweetheart.” Eddie chuckled as he thrusted into you again. His hand came down and smacked your ass just enough so it would sting. “Such a pretty ass.” Eddie murmured.

He had slowly picked up the pace of his thrusts, the feeling of you around him was intense. You was so tight, and warm, and wet. It was perfect, and he was already struggling to hold on.

Your breaths hitched as he continiued to fuck you, sweat beading across your back and you were sure Eddie had fucked the ability to speak out of you already. You were putty in his hands.

“So tight… and wet… and all fucking mine.” At this point his hips were slamming against yours, and the sound echoed around his small room. Grunts and swears fell from Eddie’s lips as he fucked you.

You were a moaning and whimpering mess beneath him as Eddie fucked you into the mattress. He quickly came to love seeing you this way, so helpless and completely at his disposal to use however he pleased.

It didn’t take long for either of you to feel the familiar pleasure rising in your bodies, threatening to spill over any second. Eddie leaned down so his chest was flush with your back, and he whispered against the shell of your ear.

“Come on now darling, beg for me to let you cum on my cock.” His words almost did it for you , almost too much to handle and nearly tipped you over the edge then and there.

Your mind was so clouded with pleasure that you could barely form the words he wanted to hear, but slowly and surely they started spilling from your lips.

“Please Eddie please- please let me cum.”

“There is that pretty voice of yours.” You could hear his smug grin in the tone of his voice. He was still pounding into you at a relentless pace, chasing his own orgasm. “Cum for me, go on princess cum on my cock.”

You didn’t need much more than that, with a couple more thrusts from Eddie your second orgasm of the night took hold of your body and you cried out. Moans and whimpers entwined on your lips and you could swear you were screaming his name.

Clenching around him sporadically as you came around his cock. As Eddie felt you cum he felt his own orgasm approaching quickly and it didn’t take long before he was coming too. But he refused to stop fucking you as he did. Fucking them both through their orgasms.

Eddie collapsed on the bed next to you as they both slowly dwindled down from their highs, close enough to be breathing the same air. Your body had gone limp against the sheets and you were convinced you would never walk again.

You felt Eddie’s arms around you, pulling your weak body against his and pulling the blanket around you.

“If I knew you were that good in bed I would have let you fuck me years ago?” You mumbled directly into his chest, a little embarrassed to finally be admitting it.

“Years?” Eddie looked at you questioningly, one eyebrow raised and you only nodded in response. “Spring break sophomore year to be exact.” You whispered against his chest.

“We went swimming at the quarry, you had just gotten your first chest tattoo and I could not stop staring at it.”

Eddie laughed softly and pulled you in closer, he remembered that day so well, but for other reasons.

“You know, that was the first time I saw you in a bikini and I couldn’t stop staring at your tits.”

“Perv.” You joked and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.

Neither of them said anything for a minute, only laying there in the mess of Eddie Munsons bedroom tangled in each other's limbs, enjoying your post orgasm haze.

“So I suppose we both had a bet we lost.” Eddie said and you peeked up at him from where you were laying, as your eyes met his you both burst out laughing, not being able to help yourselves. “I suppose we did, what were you gonna give me if you lost?”

“Oh I was gonna give you a free ride with yours truly.”

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absentmindedadmirer · 1 year

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>×> I loved your headcanons for the 3-A so I wanted to know if you had any for the 3-B as well

If we're being honest- then no!! I did not have any on hand at the time of ask. However, I did let my brain go ballistic at 3AM again so... here we go again.

CLASS 3-B HEADCANONS

General Headcanons:

Nazuna is so damn done with these people (except Kuro and possibly Tsumugi).

Kanata likes patting Nazuna on the head while talking to him. Nazuna noisily complains it but if Kanata ever stopped, Nazuna would find it pretty weird.

Tsumugi likes to sit down and sew with Kuro sometimes. Wataru often interrupts such sessions by claiming that he can also make scarves and proceeds to pull out a neverending chain of them out of his sleeves.

Once when Nazuna bit his tongue, Leo had concluded that he was a space invader and threw a pencil at him.

Nazuna likes sending "Get Well" cards with cute stickers and doodles whenever one of his (when they were his current and still when they are his former) classmates are sick.

Kanata likes to take naps on peoples' shoulders, usually Rei or Wataru, but he has slept on everyone in 3-B various times.

Leo often comes up with script ideas and askes Wataru to visualise them for him. It mostly ends up dragging everyone else into it.

Kanata likes hearing peoples' voices in conversations (Rei probably has his favourite voice, by tone) so he closes his eyes while he listens to them and then doesn't end up responding because he fell asleep.

Kuro holds leo underneath the arms like a rabid animal to stop him from causing havoc.

Nazuna has had a hyperfixation on flower language after trying to decipher the message Wataru would send when he kept on giving people different coloured flowers [There was no reason, Wataru just likes those flowers at the time]

Tsumugi likes sending out cards after important events for each classmate. They're usually something from a cornerstore like a card with a puppy on it saying "I'm PAW-SITIVELY proud of you!"

Nazuna likes buying stationery on impulse but he hates when Leo finds out because then he begs to use it and it always ends up with glitter, marker, and stickers on the floors, walls, and both of their faces.

Rei likes to use a "secret language" with Wataru and Kanata so that he emphasised certain words and is very cryptic in speech. Nazuna just looks at him in confusion, Tsumugi and Kuro don't pay it any mind, and Leo asks if he's an alien. Wataru and Kanata don't actually know what it means either, they just like playing along.

Leo jumped into the ocean after seeing Kanata walk in with his clothes on. He immediately found an unidentified creature and wrestled with it, it omitting his vision, until Kanata peeled the octopus off his face.

! era:

Leo has called Kuro mother before. It was probably after something simple as Kuro chiding him for drawing on the desks on the rare occasions Leo did show up, but nobody's letting Kuro live it down.

Rei now calls him mother to tease him, as well as Leo who now frequently does it. Kanata does it with no malice whatsoever but because he thinks it's fun. He just playfully goes, "ok, 'mother'" whenever Kuro says something to him. Tsumugi tries to console Kuro on the fact but ends up accidentally calling him mother anyways. Nazuna wants to tease Kuro but he simply can't bring himself to call Kuro mother. Wataru, on the second Sunday of May, showers Kuro in bouquets as he walks into the classroom, wishing him very loudly a "Happy Mother's Day!! "

Leo was really interested in Rei's vampirism and spent a whole week trying to act like him. Eventually, he tried to sleep upside down like a bat [Despite Rei telling him that he, in fact, does not do that.] and Nazuna walks into the classroom that day with Leo falling on top of him from the ceiling.

Kuro, after some persuasion from Nazuna, embroiders and customises different types of fabric for his classmates.

He gifts Nazuna a little hankerchief with detailings of bunnies. He makes a towel for Kanata customised with various sea creatures on the edges. (Kanata barely remembers to use it, his hair always dripping wet anyways) He gifts Rei a pillow to place into his coffin because he assumes that it couldn't possibly be that comfortable in that thing. It's victorian styled (because he asked Shu for an idea) with little bats on the sides. Tsumugi gets a blanket in a clean geometric pattern. Wataru gets a cape with doves embroidered on the sides and it's very flowy. He showingly whirls it around and uses it in some of his performances. Leo got a scarf, but in the process of making, Leo kept demanding that it would be longer and longer. Kuro argued that if it reached his feet, Leo would trup over it, but Leo would keep on insisting so kuro would shake his head as he continued stitching. Leo did indeed trip on his face when he ran outside the first time he wore it.

Leo once shot an arrow into the classroom and used the rope attached to it to slide in through the window from the tree that he just happened to climb that morning, scaring the shit out of Tsumugi who was already in the classroom.

They held a puppet show in their classroom for funsies!!!

Leo had tought of it and ended up manifesting a script out of nowhere. Wataru looks it over and encourages everyone to participate to bring the vision to life. Tsumugi helped with the stage and Kuro made the puppets. Rei said that he was doing important work by supporting them (which just meant he wanted to watch it and do nothing) Kanata didn't know what everyone was doing but he likes putting the puppets in his hand and wiggling them around. Nazuna becomes the second unpaid actor forcibly. After the rehearsal, they do, in fact, force 3-A to watch it.

Nazuna likes to doodle on his notes when he gets bored, and Tsumugi when he notices, made Nazuna little charms that resembled his doodles and gifted to him.

Tsumugi did not find the need to mention his birthday, but when everyone pried, the class found out and Wataru pulled out party supplies, streamers, and balloons out of a hat he just flourished out of nowhere and strings them across the classroom so they can celebrate.

Wataru likes to enter the classroom in various different ways.

Once he jumped out of jack-in-the box set in the middle of the room and knocked Nazuna on his ass.

Tsumugi keeps a first aid kit on hand in case his luck acts up again, but he ends up lending it to Kuro a lot of the time, when he pricks his hand on a needle working with them in class again.

Nazuna forced Kuro to sit in the front with him because he was too short to see from the back and did not want to be alone.

Rei simply suggests that they stack books on a chair for him to sit on and Nazuna scowls (Rei doesn't even go to class!!)

Rei, in an attempt to outdo Eichi's 3-A field trips, suggests places for the group to go to, but ends up dying when it comes to actual event because he's in broad daylight.

Wataru likes to hold scavenger hunts throughout the school by leaving clues and leading everyone along. Nazuna ends up being the most invested.

Nazuna wanted to paint his nails in a cute style when he saw nail decals in a store window. He attempted to get Kuro to do it for him, but Wataru insisted he do it instead when he found out. It turns out surprisingly well, and Nazuna hesitatingly asks him to do more.

Kuro refuses to get his nails painted in any colour but black and runs away when Wataru points a glitter coat bottle at him.

Leo once asked Nazuna if he could be in charge of one of the broadcastings. Nazuna relented and that morning everyone could see Leo messily vlogging his day.

Like, "I climbed a TREE this morning, guys!! And thennnnnn I had a bagel--"

Tsumugi likes holding little trivia games in the classroom when they're all present (rare! also they don't do actual classwork I refuse to believe)

Kuro wins all the time. Tsumugi is the host but when he taps in, he only gets a close second surprisingly. Wataru, Rei, and Kanata always fail the pop culture sections. Leo answers the same thing to every single question and gets frustrated when Tsumugi shakes his head and tells him that's not the answer.

!! era:

Rei keeps on asking Nazuna how his phone works and Nazuna feels like he's talking to his grandpa.

Wataru still likes leaving cryptic notes in his old classmates' belongings and encourages them to finish the quest.

Kuro complains about being too old to do scavenger hunts anymore but still plays along. Nazuna doesn't want to show he's invested but curiosity gets the better of him.

Tsumugi somehow flounders and Rei and Kanata are the first ones at the end of the quest where Wataru holds a party. Wataru has to guide Leo specifically so the guy doesn't get lost.

Nazuna formed the groupchat when he was sitting in college, bored. He often gets frustrated when he doesn't get a response in the next 0.001 seconds.

Tsumugi usually responds first and Kuro follows with them asking how Nazuna's day was. Wataru likes entering the chat with a bunch of sparkle emojis. Rei misspells things frequently and accidentally sends random gifs. Leo just likes sending random voice and text messages about what he sees in his day, ignoring any logical progression in the chat.

Leo usually contacts Wataru when he wants to do some cool (vandalism) pieces on the walls of ES for the sake of art (and mostly so Eichi would be less mad).

Kanata asked Nazuna to puka puka with him in the pond. Nazuna didn't feel like saying now so now he spends the rest of the afternoon getting algae out of his shorts.

Rei likes to collapse on the floor during little meet-ups they'd have in a cafe or similar space for attention. Nobody really seems bothered by it and he usually cries out that the kids of this generation have no heart.

Nazuna once accidentally smacked Tsumugi with a door. He profusely apologised but became more erratic when Tsumugi simply responded that he was used to it.

Kuro has the same instincts to call his old classmates out on thing (like a mother hen-)

He sees Leo run around and wants to grab him by the scruff of the neck. He sees Nazuna biting his nails, he wants to swat it. He sees the Oddballs goofing around he wants to comment.

Kanata takes everyone on a trip to the aquarium.

Leo likes pressing his face against the glass. Nazuna keeps on pointing to cute fish that he sees while Tsumugi talks about little facts about them as Kuro listens. Rei fell asleep so Wataru drags them across the floor by the shoulder, loudly exclaiming at all the fish.

Nazuna wanted to get matching bunny keychains and decals for his phone with Kuro but Rei heard it and begged to be included. Nazuna didn't think he'd still have it but when Rei pulls out his phone in Rhythm Link meetings and Nazuna sees the bunnies, he gets psyche damage.

Aahhh. This class is interesting. In the way that none of them show up to classes and their interactions would be. stagnated somewhat. But I like them, they're eepy.

Thankies for the ask!! I love asks, they make me think more than I ever have in school- More Enstars Headcanons: Class 3-A Headcanons || Marine Bio Headcanons

#enstars #enstars headcanons #headcanons #rei sakuma #leo tsukinaga #tsumugi aoba #wataru hibiki #kanata shinkai #kuro kiryu #nito nazuna #sketchie's fandom archives #my brain is so active in the middle of the night i hate that it never works in the day #these were fun to think about tho #another long post!! sorry!!!

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linkspussy · 9 months

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Begging on the floor for thoughts (or doodle ….? 🥺👉🏾👈🏾) on wild and sky getting caught mid sexy time and having to act casual (hands are still shoved down pants and they are both disheveled but they have to keep their voices level to evade suspicion)

Was gonna minific this one but I work so slow, so I figured I'd give you thoughts ❤️

If we're talking LM context (assume we are??) I like to imagine Sky goes off to have a stress wank (he's a stress wank guy to me) in the middle of the night and Wild gets up and follows him a few minutes afterwards. He doesn't really like being left alone with the other Links, even if they're asleep.

He somewhat accidentally, somewhat on purpose, interrupts a flustered Sky - who's very embarrassed and a little annoyed - trying to shove his dick back in his pants and scolding Wild for sneaking up on him. Wild is equally embarrassed and flustered, but he's also blunt enough to outright ask "Can I help you?"... and I mean like... nothing says you can get some outside help relieving tension, right? Sky's heart is thumping out of his chest as he nods, yes.

They're both such flushed messes, but after some fumbling with pants and "Are you sure?"s they end up giving each other a very hushed handjob. They're just about finding a rhythm, allowing little whines and noises to leave their mouths, when they hear someone approaching. Shitshitshit mode engaged. It's Hyrule, and by the time they poke their head around that wall of the maze Sky and Wild have just about covered themselves up.

"Are you guys ok? I um.. noticed you were missing.."

Sky's the one taking over talking, like "Yep! Er... we just wanted to spend some time together... we're fine!" (Fucking smooth Sky) just desperately hoping Hyrule doesn't notice their legs both crossed, trying hard to conceal strained boners, and that the darkness conceals their red faces. Hyrule is... not entirely convinced, but he's too shy to want to.. ahem.. interrupt something, so he nods and heads back to the others.

By the time Wild has a hand over Sky's mouth, concealing his moans as he cums on to Wild's palm, they both decide they aught to sneak farther away next time.

#askbox #hcs #nsft #nsft hcs #linked maze #divorce duo #Anon I'm so sorry if you didn't want LM btw dgdgef. But I hope this satisfies #link/link #linkshipping #link x link #“I was gonna minific this one” basically writes the same length

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missameliep · 1 month

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me @lorirwritesfanfic ☺️ and please ignore how long it took for me to reply Your WIPs are so amazing! I can't wait to read them!

I'm sharing two WIPs of mine:

1. Untitled Wake the Dead one-shot based on a prompt sent by @jerzwriter - pairing: Malia Jones (MC) x Troy Hassan

Being chased triggered Malia’s brain in survival mode. Adrenaline and pure will make her muscles climb another set of stairs and the next one. No amount of exercise at the colony could have prepared her for this. Breathe, she reminds herself, breathe. Dashing up, Malia reaches the next flight of stairs, barely catching a glimpse of the number six lying on the floor. Six. That’s the number of arrows shot and undead put to rest for good before a blur in her peripheral vision obfuscated everything. The impact knocked the air out of her lungs and her body landed on a pile of debris. A sharp pain on her right arm didn’t stop her from kicking it back, making the decayed corpse reel back, and allowing enough space for the metal tip of the arrow to sunk deep into an eye socket and exit through the back of the drone’s head. Her brain didn’t register getting up or running. Next thing she remembers is the bang of the heavy metal door against the wall when she dashed, hisses and snarls following too close... Heart pounding in her ears, almost muffling the sound of her own steps and those of her chasers, she climbs another set of stairs. She can’t keep going three steps at once, but slowing down in not an option either... Faint growls and dragging of feet echo bellow. There is no need to turn around to know she’s gained on them and is out of reach of the horde. At least for now. Tenth floor. Ten. That’s how many days passed since they barely survived the surge.

2. Stargaze (working title) - Wake the Dead oneshot / pre-book's events

After skipping classes and playing dares half the day, they found themselves lurking in the hallway, trying to catch glimpses of the small room the guards lounged between their shifts. “You sure that’s the key?” Troy pointed at a large key dangling from one of the key holders at the back wall. “Positive,” Malia whispered. “I saw De Luca taking that one.” “Ok.” He watched the movement inside for another moment and motioned for her to retreat. Leaning his back against the wall, Troy tipped his head up, looking at a flickering lamp while contemplating a plan. Just a few inches away, Malia did the same, mimicking his position. Without looking at her, he instructed, “I’ll sneak in there and you stay here.” “Of course. It’s my dare, you got to work for it.” “Why you want this anyway?” She chewed on her lower lips, then smiled. “Stars.” “What?” His eyes darted to her face, and she averted her gaze, suddenly interested in her worn sneakers decorated with many colorful doodles. “I want to see the real stars. And the observation deck in the top is… perfect for that.” “And what’s in there for me, Jones?”

Tagging: @princess-geek @noesapphic @aallotarenunelma @jerzwriter @lilyoffandoms (feel free to ignore)

#wip wednesday #choices fanfic #wtd fanfic #troy hassan #malia jones #troy hassan x malia jones #choices wake the dead #wake the dead

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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supplicate ; zoro x reader.

2.4k words, fem reader (no pronouns), nsfw babey, 18+ mdni, a lot of angst bc that's the shit i like ok (feat. a bit of alcohol, fingering, etc. etc. etc. u get the gist). this took forever, but it's finally done, the long awaited sequel to "excessive" *washes hands*

previous ⤹

fragmented moments accumulate over time, leaving bitterness and desperation in its wake. a path of destruction that you willingly walk in order to preserve what’s left of your pride. hours slip through your careless fingers. days coil themselves individually around your neck, tightly squeezing, sleep evading you night after night. weeks leave you with dark circles underneath your eyes that you don’t bother concealing anymore. it’s all the same. you, with ink-stained hands holding onto empty quill bottles, ripped pieces of parchment littered around your room — the pieces full of impalpable scribbles, doodles, and rants — crumbled pages tossed haphazardly on the hardwood floor, a bottle of wine you don’t remember drinking standing upright near the leg of your desk, your half-eaten dinner no longer appealing as you contemplate what to do.

it’s futile —

this search for absolution to a sin you don’t regret committing.

guilt finds a way back into your heart all over again; with trembling arms, you welcome the pain in the hopes that you’ll finally find some form of freedom from it all.

months pass and pass and nothing’s changed.

he’s made an impossible decision. respecting your space is the least he can do — he’s quite good at feigning indifference, at steeling himself to fleeting feelings, at ensuring that no one penetrates the walls he’s spent years building.

at dinner he chooses the seat that’s the furthest from you, keeping to the far back wall, hoping the distance will do him some good — and, still, he thinks, it’s not far enough.

what he needs is a new continent, more oceans, possibly another planet or two. anything to stay away — anything to not have to look at you, to not have to bear witness to your slow descent into sorrow. if anything, he’s doing you a favor.

except, it doesn’t feel that way.

you do your best to feign interest in conversation with the others, try to offer lighthearted jokes and comments; sanji prattles on and on about a new recipe he wants to try, usopp regales everyone with tales of some false sea voyage he claims to have been a part of, luffy inhales nearly everything he can get his hands on, and yet—

you’ve never been so impossibly aware of another person’s presence. even though you don’t look his way, you feel his gaze on the side of your face. an itch underneath your skin, one you can’t ever hope to reach. it travels all over, rattling your bones, tugging on your heart, muddling your thoughts, blindsiding your reason — you have to count slowly to calm your nerves. on a whim, while the others are distracted, you chance it, swirl your wine in your glass and sip slowly, eyes drifting his way.

because life is ironic at the most inconvenient times, he catches you. the moment prolongs because you can’t seem to look away. too afraid to blink, too afraid to look away. is this it? is there nothing to be done or said? the glass of whiskey grows heavy in his hand, but it’s not enough to give him that sort of blind courage.

the wine is tart, somewhat sweet, clings to your tongue, loosening it as you go for a third glass. dessert is served but you don’t stay. you feign sleepiness, not able to bear the heaviness of his gaze any longer. with flushed cheeks and a head full of increasingly distracting thoughts, you make your way back to your room. the wine is long gone, the glass left somewhere long forgotten as you pad through the corridors, light on your feet, as if you don’t want to disturb the silence on this floor of the ship.

it’s not until you’re in front of his room that you realize you took a completely different flight of stairs, that you bypassed your room entirely, and while you have enough time to turn back around you hesitate.

why? the question sits in the back of your mind, fermenting slowly, the answer plain as day, you simply don’t want to acknowledge it.

after a minute of silent contemplation, you take a step back, only to find that you’ve collided with a much larger, firmer body behind you. there’s no need to apologize or to guess who it is, because you’re more in tune with him than you ever want to admit.

it’s not the whiskey that compels him to speak, but an absurd, yet resolute desire to know, “what are you doing here, y/n?” curiosity mixed with doubt douse his words, make you swallow back the lies that build on the back of your tongue. pressing your back against the door, you try again, hands nervously playing with the ends of your hair.

“i…,” you lick your lips, unsure of how to proceed, your heart pounding loud enough to drown out your thoughts and whatever else zoro says to you. everything about his presence commands your attention, so you’re unable to look away from him. there’s something about the way he looks at you, like you’re complicated, an enigma, and a blessing all at once.

you wish you had a fourth glass of wine.

“i’m waiting,” he says patiently, and somehow this rattles you even more. he’s waiting? what about all of the waiting you’ve done? the thought alone pisses you off, forces you to forget whatever demure attitude you were touting previously so that you can place a hand on his chest and shove as hard as you can.

“don’t bullshit me.” you regard him coolly, face burning — from the wine, the proximity, your misplaced anger, you’re not quite sure — hands balled into fists. “is that all you have to say to me?”

his confusion invades every crevice of his body, but it gives him time to come up with what he deems is an appropriate enough response.

“no.”

succinct. in bad taste, perhaps. and not exactly what you want to hear. the hand you so boldly placed on his chest is now cradled in his. rough, calloused fingers touch the inside of your wrist, move to your palm and stroke once, twice, three times. adagio; the only tempo that you both seem to excel at. eyelids lowering, you don’t waste time asking why, your hand simply curls around his fingers, halting his movement entirely.

if he continues like this, you might not be able to function properly in front of him.

“please,” you say, voice soft enough to rouse something suspiciously close to affection deep within him. “please, i just can’t—” a single tear cascades down your cheek; whether it’s due to sorrow or want, you’re not sure.

possibly both at this point.

not inherently cruel by nature, he obliges. once, he tells himself, just once. once is all it will take; one time to get it completely out of his system, to get you out of his head; maybe if he indulges, he’ll be able to finally move on. except, it won’t really but just one time, will it? you both know that, the truth putting you in a daze, one that is tricky enough to hold you hostage; rather than delay the inevitable, he gives in.

you’re still pleading with him when he gingerly kisses the center of your palm, still pleading when he brushes his lips against yours; his kiss is warm, firm, debilitating. your pleas drown in the midst of a revitalized surge of adrenaline that pumps through you when his teeth graze against your bottom lip — a nip, a tug, a pinprick of pain. a sense of urgency claims your common sense; avarice, gluttony, lust; a kaleidoscope of sensations, all compel you to kiss him again.

he tastes like whiskey — smoke and spice; intoxicating and forbidden. you remind him of an elusive, recurring dream, the wine still sweet on your tongue, his fingers thread through your hair; an attempt to ground himself as he consumes you in the only way he knows how. there’s nothing tender about any of this, but you take each bruising kiss of his, each caress of his tongue, the sinister way your legs give in would be comical if the situation wasn’t so dire.

there’s a flame growing within you, one that matches his; if you pay attention carefully, you’ll find that they’re nearly identical.

when he releases you, it’s only so he can reach around and open the door; a thick haze coasts around your mind, you make your way into his room with little issue, which pleases him immensely. he hates having to waste time explaining things. as a reward, zoro is on you again, foot kicking at the back of his door to close it, his hands exploring the curves along your body as he places kiss after kiss down your throat, tongue gliding along the skin. insatiable and troublesome — that’s what he is.

but, that’s not what comes out of your mouth when he sucks on your skin. you moan his name, quietly at first, hands working to rid him of his clothes as he does the same for you. his body is far from a work of art — it’s an immersive experience. feverish and possibly delusional, you wrap a hand around his cock, pumping slowly, his thick length hardening even more under your touch. he’s kept it together for so long, he’s at his breaking point now.

pre-cum trickles out of his slit, your thumb swiping at it absently; you lick it off, enjoy the slightly salty taste, the look on his face only tells you one thing — you’re in for a ride.

zoro pushes you onto his bed and follows suit, hovering over you as he kisses you fervently, tongue brushing against yours, your hips lifting as an ache settles deep between your legs. he pushes your legs apart, fingers dipping in between the folds of your pussy, your arousal greeting him like an old friend. your moans give him all the incentive he needs to slip his fingers inside of you; you relish in that delicious pain, inhaling deeply as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, the pace setting your skin and soul on fire. he scissors his fingers, your hips buck up against his hand. you’re warm and tight around him, just how he expects you to be — and while he wants to take his time, while he wants to taste you more, while he wants to see you slowly unravel, he can’t. his need for you is too great, he’s wasted enough time playing the role of a jaded ex-lover, despite not actually being your lover. yet.

you don’t mind, though; after he pulls his fingers out of you, you rub your pussy against the length of his cock, and earn a quiet moan from him; his grip on your thighs is firm enough that he might actually leave bruises once he’s done— but you’re far too concerned with having him inside of you to care. and when he rubs his tip against your needy entrance, when you arch your back, whine, scratch his chest, pleading over and over for him to stop teasing you, zoro finally slips inside of you, burying his length in one go.

he pulls back only to slam his cock inside of you again, setting a devastating pace as he fucks you. his lips latch onto your breast, tongue flicking against your nipple, your moans increasing in volume as your hips roll against his. if this is a dream, you never want to wake up; the sheer power behind his thrusts is enough to have you roll your eyes back, nails digging into his skin along his upper back, legs wrapped around him in an attempt to keep him close to you. he’s never felt the need to be this rough with you, but the way your pussy keeps clenching around him, the way your moans grow breathier with each passing minute, the way you arch into him, as if there’s no other place you’d rather be than here with him.

it’s almost too much to handle; but he soldiers on, he has his pride to consider, after all.

you drop kisses along his jaw as his thrusts grow wilder, a little ferocious, every bit as maddening as you thought they’d be. your pussy is the closest he’ll get to heaven, and he has no intention of turning back. he grabs your legs, drapes them over his shoulders, and angles his hips so that he can fuck you deeply.

if you thought you knew pleasure before, you were wrong; so very, very wrong.

this, you tell yourself, this is all i’ll ever need.

it’s a half-truth you don’t mind admitting. your voice grows hoarse, he doesn’t bother shushing you, and you know that your crew mates have probably all heard the lascivious way you keep calling out his name — the way you keep telling him to fuck you harder, the way his balls loudly slap against your ass, pussy making impassioned, lenocinant noises. the sound makes your skin flush, but it all feels so damn good, you can hardly stand it.

it’s when he gives you another toe-curling, highly indecent thrust, when he moans your name in your ear, muttering filthy praises right after, that pushes you over the edge. you cum loudly, messily, and with a lot of vigor. he’s actually impressed, even as his cock keeps plunging into you, wanting to prolong his own release for as long as he can.

your orgasm feels never-ending; even after he gives you sloppy tongue kisses, even after his own orgasm nearly blinds him, his cum spilling inside you, thick and hot. you’re both sweaty by the time you finish, breathing heavily, your own heart threatening to leap out of your chest with how fast its beating.

is it possible to faint from happiness? you’re quite sure it is, because it’s almost as if a weight has been lifted, that uncertainty and unease you felt for months has diminished entirely. on impulse, you kiss him, hands cradling his face, the intimacy making him pause only briefly, but he keeps kissing you slowly, pulling his cock out of your pussy’s tight embrace, wanting to savor whatever this is for as long as he possibly can. you know things will only become more complicated as time goes on, but at the very least, you can say that it wasn’t one-sided, that he wants you just as much — if not more — as you want him.

it’s a comforting thought, to say the least; one that will rest inside of you for years to come. you’re in too deep to want to go back to how things were, and, maybe it’s a bit of wishful thinking on your part, but you’re sure it’s the same for him too.

#i'm...finally done jeez #fic request #one piece imagine #one piece smut #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro x reader #zoro smut #all in all much tamer than i anticipated but also zoro is a mess when it comes to expressing himself what can i say #‘i can change him’ 🥴#(probably not)#roronoa zoro x y/n #roronoa zoro smut

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abitohoney · 1 year

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Missing Scenes - A Collection of Jinx, Silco, & Sevika One-Shots

Part 2 - Practice Makes Perfect, Unless You're Jinx, Then You're Already Perfect

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6

AO3 Link

Rating: Teen, mostly SFW (note my blog is not for minors)

Tags: Sevika, Silco, Jinx, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Good Parent Silco, Found Family, Father-Daughter Relationship, Humor, Jinx Needs a Hug, Silco Needs a Hug, Sevika Deserves a Raise, Young Jinx

Word count: 2k

Summary: A collection of one-shots set during the time-skip, mostly centered around Jinx growing up as Silco's adopted daughter. Many will likely involve Sevika, whether she likes it or not. Lots of awkward, funny, and good family feels.

Chapters will not necessarily be in chronological order, nor do they require that any other chapter be read for clarity.

AN: This has been posted on AO3 for quite some time. I'm just now getting around to posting it here.

Sevika leaned against the wall just outside the door to Silco's office, sneering down at little Jinx as she walked past her and into the office. Jinx tipped her head back out through the doorway to stick her tongue out at Sevika just before slamming the door behind her.

Jinx trotted over to Silco's desk where he sat in his chair, reviewing paperwork as usual. He set the stack down on the desk, turning his attention to Jinx.

"I know you've been a bit bored being cooped up in here lately and that got me thinking of ways to get you outside," Silco waved a finger around towards the rafters, drawing attention to the multiple doodles scribbled across the beams, an obvious reference to said boredom. "What skills do you have beyond creating explosives?"

"Uhm, well…" Jinx scanned the room as she tried to come up with an answer. "I'm great at drawing!" she exclaimed.

"That you are," Silco replied while eyeing his neon decorated ash tray sitting on the desk before him. "Although that's not quite what I was going for," Silco added flatly, but a tiny tug at the unscarred side of his mouth told Jinx he wasn't upset with her reply, but rather amused. "I was thinking more along the lines of combat skills. Skills that will give you an advantage when in danger," he clarified.

"Ooohhh," Jinx replied. Her eyes scanned the room again before they widened excitedly. "I have great aim with a gun!" She extended her arm, creating the shape of a pistol with her fingers and pretended to take aim at something behind Silco. "Bang!" she added theatrically as she pretended to pull the trigger.

Silco sat back in his chair, brows raised in surprise. "Really?" he replied, though not really doubting her claim. Leaning forward again, he rested his elbows on the desk and his chin on his entwined fingers, pondering.

"Yup!" Jinx replied with a curt nod, her blue braids bouncing. "I had several paint guns and I made a target practice rig for me and Mylo and…" She trailed off, her excitement suddenly fading into distress, her eyes threatening to fill with tears.

Recognizing the signs of what had been fairly frequent episodic breakdowns, Silco quickly intervened. "I bet you're a better shot than anyone here," he replied, giving her a little wink with his blue eye. When he could see a small smile return to her face at the compliment, he continued. "I think you should continue practicing… further perfect that skill," he suggested.

"Really?!" Jinx's mood took another huge swing, at least for the better this time. She bounced in place, clasping her hands together excitedly. "Maybe I can get my targets back up and running!"

Silco nodded. "I think that's a wonderful idea." He paused for a moment, as if contemplating what he was about to say next. "I think someone should accompany you though."

"Like… you?" Jinx questioned, but it sounded more like pleading.

Silco sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sorry Jinx, but not today. I have some important business to tend to."

Jinx's face fell sullen. "Ok," she mumbled, looking at the floor while gently kicking a foot into some imaginary object in front of her.

"I'll take you out for dinner tonight. How's that sound?" Silco offered in consolation.

"Yes! I get to choose where?!" Jinx exclaimed.

Silco nodded.

"But who will come with me to practice then?" Jinx questioned, clearly dreading the answer.

Just outside Silco's office Sevika stood absentmindedly picking at the stubby nails of her flesh hand, her mechanical hand resting against the door frame. She glanced down at Jinx as the door flung open and came stomping out, a sour expression on her face. Sevika smirked, as though enjoying seeing Jinx unhappy. After Jinx had stormed out of sight, Sevika made her way into Silco's office.

"What's her deal?" Sevika sneered as she took a seat on Silco's couch.

"Jinx needs to get out for a while. Get in some practice, hone in on her skills," Silco began matter-of-factly. It wasn't exactly an answer to Sevika's question, at least not yet. Sevika just quietly watched him, arms across her chest, a metal finger slowly tapping her other arm as she listened to him continue his explanation. "She says she's quite good with a gun, used to practice on some hand made targets. I told her she could continue, today, but that she'll need someone with her."

Sevika's tapping suddenly ceased. "Let me guess, that someone is me?" Had she not already worn an eternal look of utter loathing, she certainly would now. When Silco did not reply, she hastily stood, throwing her arms up in exasperation. "Why the hell does it have to be me? I don't use guns. I have nothing to offer her."

"I'm not expecting you to teach her anything, just keep an eye on her. I wouldn't trust her with anyone else," Silco replied.

"Fine," Sevika grumbled, apparently satisfied with the small stroke to her ego, or perhaps it was just that she understood it wasn't wise to argue with Silco.

Silco flicked a hand toward the door, dismissing Sevika before returning to his paperwork.

Down at the empty bar of the Last Drop, Jinx sat at one of the bar stools, swinging her dangling legs as they dangled. Her chin rested on her hands which were sprawled across the counter, still sulking over her assigned baby-sitter for the day.

"Let's get this over with," Sevika snarled as she passed behind Jinx, a freshly lit cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Jinx gave a loud harrumph as she slumped off her seat dramatically.

"I don't want to do this any more than you do, brat," Sevika pointed out as they both made their way outside.

"I don't understand why I even need to practice," Jinx whined, kicking a random piece of garbage lying in the middle of the street.

Sevika pulled her cigarette from her mouth, releasing a long plume of smoke as she spoke. "Haven't you ever heard the saying 'practice makes perfect'?"

Jinx rolled her eyes. "Yes, but Silco says I'm already perfect."

Sevika stopped in her tracks, glaring down at Jinx as she unknowingly walked right into her large backside.

"What?!" Jinx exclaimed, staring up at Sevika incredulously.

"You two make me sick," Sevika growled before taking another long drag of her cigarette and continuing down the barren street.

Jinx followed, this time putting more distance between them and mockingly sticking her tongue out at Sevika's back.

When they reached their destination, Jinx excitedly ran to her target practice rig, surprised that after nearly a year of abandonment it was still intact.

She reached across the counter to grab a large box, flipping the lid open to reveal several small guns and a plethora of brightly colored paintballs. "Yes!" she exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air triumphantly.

Sevika found a spot against the wall nearby to lean against, continuing to smoke what was left of her cigarette and glance around the room, looking rather bored and unimpressed.

Jinx hopped over the counter, grabbing two large cables from the floor and coupling them together. Her eyes lit excitedly as she spun around to watch the targets suddenly pop up, shapes of neon colored baddies making their way around the small room in what appeared to be a random pattern. She hopped back over the counter again and began filling two of the guns with the paint-filled ammo.

Just as Sevika was stomping out her finished cigarette, Jinx's little boots stepped into her peripheral. Jinx extended an arm, holding out one of the guns for Sevika.

"I don't use guns," Sevika grumbled.

"Why? Scared I'll do better than you?" Jinx taunted.

"How about we try fists instead?" Sevika retorted.

Jinx rolled her eyes. "You just don't want to get shown up by a kid."

"Give me the damn gun," Sevika snarled, snatching the gun from Jinx's hand. She stomped over to the counter in front of the targets and took aim. Jinx stood several feet behind, watching with a cocky little smile on her face.

“Fuck,” Sevika snarled as her first shot missing the target almost entirely. Jinx’s smile only grew in amusement. Sevika took another shot, this time hitting a target, but just barely. Sevika's grimace was replaced with her own cocky smile, but her victory was quickly squashed as her last several shots missed the targets. “Fucking waste of time,” she cursed as she tossed the empty gun across the counter, knocking the box of ammo to the floor behind the counter.

Jinx made no effort to hide her arrogant smile as she stepped up and aimed her gun. Sevika returned to lean against the wall, arms across her chest as she watched Jinx hit every single target dead on, with what looked to be no effort whatsoever. Jinx spun on her heels, flashing Sevika the most snotty little smile.

Sevika pushed herself off the wall and came to stand within inches of Jinx, towering over her threateningly. Jinx showed no signs of intimidation though, placing her hands on her hips defiantly. The two of them just glared at each other in silence for a moment. Sevika’s mechanical arm suddenly released a long blade at her side, causing Jinx to jump back. Dread fell over Jinx’s face, but only for a moment as she watched Sevika stride over to the counter and lift her blade, sweeping it across the targets in one long swift motion. Jinx watched in awe as the several targets nearest the counter were cleanly sliced through, the top halves falling to the floor in a clang.

“What the hell?!” Jinx exclaimed as she ran and jumped behind the counter to turn off the rig before more damage could occur.

Now it was Sevika’s turn to flash a snarky smile. "Where's that shit eating grin now?"

Silco sat in his desk chair, back to the door of his office as he gazed out the round green window, quietly enjoying a cigar in solitude. He spun in his chair when the door suddenly swung open and closed again with such force that the chain on his table lamp swung and clanked against the glass shade.

Jinx stormed in, fury on her little face as she stomped over to the couch at the side of the room and flopped down dramatically.

“What’s the matter, Jinx,” Silco asked coolly, releasing a puff of smoke before resting his cigar on the side of his decorated ashtray.

Though Jinx’s brows were furrowed in obvious anger, her eyes were starting to fill with tears. “Sevika broke my targets!” she hollered, but it fell somewhat flat as she choked on the last word.

“You out-performed her, didn’t you?” Silco asked knowingly as he stood from his seat and sauntered over to the couch to take a seat beside Jinx.

Jinx’s beady eyes looked up at Silco as she nodded, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. She sniffled, still trying to hold back the tears.

Silco patted Jinx’s head, gently ruffling her blue hair. “Sevika is just a sore loser,” he added.

“Yeah,” Jinx replied, scowl now fully replaced with a proud smirk.

“How about we get you some parts to make a new setup. I think we’ve got some room in the basement where you can put it. It will give you a place to continue experimenting with your other gadgetry as well.” Silco suggested.

Jinx beamed up at her adoptive father. “I would love that!” She threw her arms around him in a bear hug.

Silco gave Jinx a gentle pat on her back. “Alright. Run along, and I’ll come grab you later for dinner, just the two of us.”

“Okay,” Jinx replied, still grinning from ear-to-ear as she skipped out the door.

Next Chapter >

#arcane #jinx #silco #sevika #found family #arcane jinx #arcane silco #arcane sevika #powder #arcane powder #honey writes

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fanficwriter284 · 2 years

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Panic

*AU* Sorry I've been AFK for a while. I've been busy attending to stuff *Don't want to get too personal*. However, I'm back and ready to type! So, I wrote this fanfic about our favorite little killer doll. This one's a little long so bear with me here! That's all for now, BYE!

It was a Wednesday afternoon, the twins were in school, Tiffany was out shopping for some new clothes, and Chucky was on the couch watching some Tv.

"Nothin good nowadays hm"

He began to doze off and starring into the great unknown. He cracked his neck to let off some tension and did a quick stretch before getting up. He walked over to the fridge to grab a drink and became lost in his thoughts. He walked over to his and Tiffany's dresser and began digging seeing what treasures he could find in that sea of lost memories as his wife called it. After a few minutes of looking, he found an old notebook of his, probably from when he was still in school. He wasn't sure why he still had it with him, so he decided to take a look inside. He flipped through some pages. Old homework, unfinished math problems, short passages, essays, and small doodles every now and then. He found one that had a striking resemblance to Tiffany when they were kids. He chuckled to himself he probably drew it during class or break. He flipped to the very end of the notebook and froze. He dropped the book onto the floor letting some of the weaker looser pages fly out and fall to the floor. His hands began to tremble and swing side to side. He looked down; those two pools of crystal-clear water stared down at the floor. It was a photo. It was THE photo. The last photo he had of himself and his parents. His mother and his waste of a father. He locked eyes with his father, Buring with anger and cooled by fear. All the memories came flooding back. Piece by Piece. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes tight, not letting light seep into the cracks of his eyelids Remembering his horrific childhood.

"YOU'RE USELESS!"

"I SHOULD HAVE PUSHED, YOUR MOTHER DOWN THE STAIRS WHILE SHE WAS CARRYING YOU!"

"YOU ARE A FUCKING DISGRACE! A PARASITE "

"YOU'RE WORTHLESS! YOU HEAR ME! A FUCKING WASTE!"

'YOU ARE A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT CHARLES! YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN!"

Chucky's hands began to tremble. He felt his grip on the bottle loosen, till it eventually fell and shattered into hundreds of pieces.

" I'm not HIM!"

He felt his chest tighten. The room felt like it was spinning, and the world was against him. His gasps of air became more frequent and heavier. He felt hot tears forming in his eyes. His hands violently shaking. One trying to steady himself by leaning against the wall and the other entangled in his hair. He rocked on his heels trying to distract himself but to no avail. He aimlessly looked around trying to find something to call him down. He felt dizzy and weak. As if he could give out at any moment.

"YOU'RE FUCKING WORTHLESS!"

His father taunts repeated in Chucks head.

"YOU'RE FUCKING WORTHLESS! YOU HEAR ME!"

"WORTHLESS!"

" A DISGRACE!"

"USELESS"

" A FUCKING CURSE!"

Both hands came up to his head trying to steady himself. Teeth clenched, eyes shut tight, his body rocking side to side then back and forth. He couldn't find himself; his mind was scattered. He couldn't focus.

"Honey! I'm home! So how was you--"

"Oh god...... CHUCKY!"

Tiffany looked at her husband. He was in full panic mode. Hyperventilating and sweating bullets. This wasn't Tiffany's first rodeo on dealing with Chucky's panic/anxiety attacks, but this has got to be one of the worst ones he's had in a while. She placed a hand on his shoulder. He swatted it away, not on purpose but out of pure reflex. Tiffany understood this and calmly spoke to him, trying for him to focus on her and only her. Trying to help him regain his thoughts.

"Hey. Hey. Chucky, Sweetface, look at me. Just breathe you're going to be ok. It'll pass. Is it ok if I touch you?"

He simply nodded, unable to speak trying to regulate his breathing. Tiffany placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He slowly began to relax. He leaned back into Tiffany. She stroked his long red hair. Tiffany felt a small squeeze in her left hand, it was Chucky.

"Come on, Deep breathes. IN.....OUT"

"T"

"Ti-"

"Tiff"

She gently hugged him.

"Don't worry. I'm right here. I'm not going to leave you. It'll pass. Trust me."

Charles lifted his other hand over his face. His breathing began to slow to a normal pace. The flashbacks subsided, and the tension in his muscles loosened. He took a deep breath and leaned in towards Tiffany. His back to her chest, his scarred-up neck resting on her shoulders. Fingers interlocking with one another. He just lay there with his wife.

There was an awkward silence. All they could hear was each other's breathing patterns, almost in sync. She stroked his hair.

"So" She wrapped her arms around him, "Wanna tell what triggered it?"

He didn't speak. He just let out a weak grunt motioning his head toward the photo. She reached out and picked it up.

"Ah, I see"

"I"

He took another deep breath.

"I-I was caught off guard.........That's all."

She rubbed his shoulder, in an attempt to relax him.

" I know, everyone has bad days. It's ok"

He dug his head further into her arms.

"I love you"

Tiffany placed a kiss on his forehead.

"I love you too."

She embraced him for a long while until she got a look around the house.

"Now, how about we clean this mess up before the kids get home, and later we can relax."

"Oh, Yeah, o-ok"

"And Chucky!"

"Yeah?"

"You are Charles Lee Ray. Don't forget that. You are an amazing father and husband. The man I love and always will. Ok? I love you."

Chucky smiled. A real genuine smile.

"I love you too Tiffany Valentine"

"You mean Tiffany Ray" *points to ring finger*

Chucky let out a small chuckle. "Yes, Mrs. Ray. Now let's clean up all this shit."

Tiffany let out a small little laugh. Her asshole of a husband was back and God, she loved him. She noticed the picture on the floor. She made sure to grab the photograph before Chucky could see it again.

#chucky #tiffany valentine #chucky x tiffany #childs play #charles lee ray #bride of chucky #tiffany ray #chiffany #raysforever

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jikothemartian-z · 1 year

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Wereroach Joey Doodles!

Here is doodles of Wereroach Joey:

Wereroach Joey waves his claws in the air.

Wereroach Joey stands on his hind legs and howls at the moon.

Wereroach Joey scurries across the floor, leaving a trail of purple fur behind him.

Wereroach Joey jumps up onto a chair and stares intently at something.

Wereroach Joey crawls up a wall and hangs upside down from the ceiling.

Wereroach Joey skitters around a corner and out of sight.

Wereroach Joey crouches low to the ground and sniffs the air.

Wereroach Joey leaps into the air and lands gracefully on all fours.

Wereroach Joey bares his teeth and growls menacingly.

Wereroach Joey runs circles around an unsuspecting victim.

Ok...

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moonlit-stay · 1 year

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(SKZ-REPLAY Edition)

This is me writing out my thoughts of each song as I'm listening to them.

Feel free to ignore this😂

FAM (Korean Ver.) thoughts:

OK, FIRST AND FOREMOST

I HAVE BEEN HOPING AND PRAYING THAT WE WOULD GET A KOREAN VERSION OF THIS SONG SINCE THE JAPANESE VERSION WAS RELEASED

NOW THAT I HAVE IT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT

IT HITS DIFFERENT BRO I DON'T KNOW

BRO I AM SO HAPPY I CAN'T EXPLAIN

I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS BRO I CANNOT

I JUST SAW THE NOTIFICATION FOR THE MUSIC VIDEO AND CHOKED??????

GOODBYE SEE Y'ALL IN HELL

Connected (Bang Chan) thoughts:

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

I AM NOT READY BRO WAIT

AHHHH WHAT THE FUCK

WNAT THE FUCKING FUCK

MY BRAIN CANNOT PROCESS WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

I LOVE THISB SISNG SO FUCKING MUCH SI CANNTKEB

Limbo (Lee Know) thoughts:

I AM NOT READY BRO HELP ME

GPODBYE HIS VOICE IS SO FUCKIMG ANGELIC I AM GONNA SOB

OH MY GODDDDDD

THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING

BITING MY FUCKING FIST I CANNOT DEAL

THIS SONG FEELS LIKE A HUG FROM A LOVED ONE YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IN FOREVER TO ME

DOODLE (Changbin) thoughts:

WHAT THE FUCK

I SCREAMED BRO WHAT THE FUCK

THIS SOUNDS LIOE A SONG YOU AHOULD 100% STRUT YOUR SHIT TO

MY GOD HIS FUCKIMG VOUCE IS SO FUCKING COOL

THE POWER???????? HELLO??????

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO BITCJ WJAT THE FUCK??????

OH MY FUCKING GOD BRO NOTHIMG COULD HAVE PREPATED ME

Love Untold (Hyunjin) thoughts:

I'M SO EXCITED

OH MY FUCKIGN GOD BRO WHAT THRF UXIK

WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS SOUND FROM JINNIE BUT HE PULLS IT OFF SO WELL

THE TITLE IS SO FITTING FOR SOMETHING HYUNJIN WOULD RELEASE

I AM EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE

THIS IS AO BEAUTIFUL I COULD SOB DAY IN AND DAY OUT ABOUT THIS

RUN (HAN) thoughts:

OH SHIT

I LOVE THIS

OH MY GODDDDD

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OH MY GOD

THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY BRO WHAT

MUSICAL GENIUS HAN JISUNG

I AM IN AWE I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH

OH MY GODDDD BRO I CANNOT EXPRESS MY LOVE FOR THIS SONG IT'S AMAZING

Deep end (Felix) thoughts:

I AM NOT READY

I AM NOT PREPARED

HELP HELP HELP HELP

VOCAL LIX YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

THE WAY I GASPED OH MY GOD

THE FUCKING HIGH NOTES??????? HELLO??????

I AM TEARY EYED BRO HELP ME

SOBBING DUDE

Stars and Raindrops (Seungmin) thoughts:

THE TITLE IS SO BEAUTIFUL BRO

UNIVERSES VOCALIST YESSSSSSSS

I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF HEARING THIS MAN'S VOICE EVER IN MY LIFE

HE WAS MADE FOR THIS DUDE ARE YOU HEARING THIS??????

THIS SONG IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS HE IS????? WHAT THE HELL???????

I AM GONNA FUCKIMG BALL MY WYES OUT

Hug Me (I.N) thoughts:

OH MY GOD

OH MY GODDDDDDD BRO

THIS FITS HIS VIBE SO WELL I AM IN LOVE

SPRINTING, LEAPING, CATAPULTING TO GIVE YOU A HUG BABY

HIS VOICE IS SO PRETTY I AM IN SHAMBLES

SO SO PRETTY DUDE I CANNOT

#LoveSTAY thoughts:

Listen, I've heard this song so many times and I cry every single time I hear it.

This time is no different.

I will never be emotionally ok after hearing this. They love us so much it hurts me to my core.

I have truly never felt so loved before.

I love the eight of them so much. I will never be able to fully express it.

ZONE thoughts:

FUCKKKKKKKKK BRO

I HAVEN'T RECOVERED FROM LOVESTAY GIMME A SECOND

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

EVERUTJING ABIUT TJIA IS SO ATTRACTIVE????

I CANNOT FUCKING DEALLLLLL

3RACHA KING SHIT BITCH BYE

FUCKING HELL THE VERSES BRO I AM ON THE FUCKIN FLOOR

Close thoughts:

CLOSE, MY LOVE

MY GOD I STILL LISTEN TO THIS ALL THE TIME ON YOUTUBE BRO

THIS SONG MAKES ME CRY 50% OF THE TIME

MY GOD HE REALLY IS A MUSICAL GENIUS

ARGUE WITH THE WALL

I CAN REALLY JUST LISTEN TO THIS WHENEVER NOW BRO I AM SO HAPPY

Streetlight thoughts:

QUEEN STREETLIGHT OH MY GODDDD

CHANGBIN MUSICAL GENIUS

SO MUCH LOVE FOR THIS SONG

I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF THIS SONG. NEVER BRO

Y'ALL REMEMBER WHEN THIS WAS FIRST RELEASED AND HAD THE ENTIRE FANDOM IN SHAMBLES????

God, I forget just how beautiful this song is

I hate to admit thoughts:

This one will forever hurt a bit, honestly.

Especially given the time it was released.

Also, the lyrics? I'm sobbing.

His voice is just astonishing. I could listen to him sing forever and ever.

I GOT IT thoughts:

TIME TO SHAKE SOME ASSSSSSSSSSS

GOD DAMN IT

BRO, PEOPLE DIED LISTENING TO THIS

THIS WILL FOREVER BE HOT DUDE BYE

HE WAS SO HOT FOR THIS MY GODDDD

I COULD LISTEN TO THIS NON STOP FOR DAYS BRO I'M NOT KIDDING

miss you thoughts:

NOOOOOOOOOOO

BRO, MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE ANYMORE CRYING

I sobbed to this song repeatedly when Hyunjin was on hiatus. This one hurts.

My god, it's so beautiful tho.

So, so beautiful.

There's truly nothing this man can't do.

This song also strangely makes me feel at peace? Even tho it also makes me cry??

Maknae On Top thoughts:

TIME TO SHAKE SOME MORE ASSSSSS

OH MY GOD BRO THIS FEELS SURREAL

NO MORE LOOPING YOUTUBE VIDEOS BRO

THIS FEELS LIKE A FEVER DREAM

YESSSSSSSSSS OH MY GODDDD

SO FUCKING HAPPY BRO THIS IS INSANE

Alien thoughts:

ALIEN LOVE OF MY LIFE

BRO?? A MUSICAL GENIUS SHUT UP

I AM TELLING YOU THERE IS NOTHING HE CANNOT DO

Close, Alien, HaPpY, and Wish You Back are the true loves of my life and I would kill for them without question.

HIS VOCAL RANGE IS FUCKING INSANE

Because thoughts:

MY HEART CANNOT HANDLE ANYMORE TEARS, BRO PLEASE

I cried listening to this for hours when it first came out.

Lix uses this in his sunshine vlogs :((((

This duo will forever be one of the best in terms of vocal combinations. Do y'all hear this??

The harmonies???? I'm on the floor.

Piece of a Puzzle thoughts:

Oh my god

This song, dude

It's so beautiful. I love it with my whole heart.

What a fucking combination these two are.

I'm still in awe of this song. I truly am.

Wish You Back thoughts:

I have spent so, so, so many hours sobbing to this song.

I love it so much and it truly holds such a special place in my heart.

I will forever think of Jinnie when I listen to this song. Especially after seeing them perform it together.

HaPpY thoughts:

I've cried a lot to this song as well.

A lot of Han's songs have a way of comforting me when I'm at my lowest and I will be forever grateful for that.

So much love for this man and all of his songs.

Up All Night thoughts:

AHHHHH

I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH DUDE

I CAN AND WILL BUST A MOVE TO THIS SONG

GET INTO IT BINNIEEEEEE

I will be rewatching the video for this in a bit

Drive thoughts:

WOOOO

THE SONG THAT IS DEFINITELY ABOUT DRIVING THAT LEE KNOW DEFINITELY WROTE ALL BY HIMSELF

This entire song will always have me in a chokehold, but Chan's verses??

I'm in a coffin, bro goodBYE.

ice.cream thoughts:

LOVE OF MY LIFE OH MY GOD

I LISTEN TO THIS SONG ALL THE TIME

I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT SO MUCH

Can we talk about the beauty of this song please? It's stunning.

Final thoughts:

As always, I'm amazed. I mean that wholeheartedly.

I hope they will continue to release SKZ-Players and SKZ-Records even though this has been released.

This entire album just further proves that Stray Kids consists of eight musical geniuses who truly have no limits to their creativity.

Once again, I am so very proud to be a STAY.

#moonlit stay's random tings #stray kids thirst #moon's music thoughts <8

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